By: ridemenow
"Oh come on, that was so a bad call!" Erin flung a handful of popcorn at the TV, where a referee was enthusiastically counting out some hapless wrestler. The kernels bounced off the screen and scattered across the coffee table.
Ashley snorted, wiping butter from her shorts where a rogue piece had landed. "You only say that because you bet on Braun." She stretched her legs across Frank's lap, ignoring his half-hearted attempt to shove them off. "Pay up. Loser does ten push-ups."
Frank groaned but rolled onto the carpet, his shoulders popping as he cranked out uneven reps. The floor vibrated faintly under Erin's bare feet. "Seven... eight... Jesus, Frank, your form's worse than Kane's acting."
Ashley kicked the empty chip bag off the couch, grinning as Frank collapsed face-first. "Weak." She jabbed the remote, flipping channels until the next WWE match flashed onscreen—some neon-clad cruiserweights bouncing impatiently on the ropes. "Double or nothing? Loser gets sat on till this one ends."
Erin groaned but flopped onto her back, arms splayed like a starfish. "Fine, but if I win, you eat a whole spoonful of Frank's ghost pepper salsa." She barely finished speaking before the bell rang—her chosen wrestler immediately ate a superkick. "Oh fuck y—"
Ashley was already straddling Erin's ribs before the three-count finished, her soft shorts pressing warm against Erin's collarbone. "Say hello to the People's Elbow," she purred, shifting her weight forward until the seam of her shorts grazed Erin's chin. The scent of coconut sunscreen clung to Ashley's thighs from their afternoon pool session.
Frank hesitated before planting himself across Erin's hips, his knees framing her waist. He tried to focus on the TV—some high-flying lucha libre nonsense—but his gaze kept flicking to where Ashley's ass molded against Erin's chest. The way Erin's breath hitched when Ashley rocked back made Frank's shorts tighten uncomfortably.
"Oh wow," Ashley drawled, tracing the neckline of Erin's tank top with a fingernail. "Little cuz is blushing." She lifted her hips just enough to let Erin gasp before settling back down, this time grinding deliberately. The humid press of her through those thin shorts made Erin's pulse jump in her throat. "Problem, Frankie? You're staring like you wanna trade seats."
Frank swallowed hard, shifting his weight on Erin's abdomen. The heat radiating from between her legs—so close to his own—sent a jolt through him that had nothing to do with the lucha libre match still playing onscreen. Erin squirmed beneath him, her breath coming faster. "Ash, this is—"
"Part of the game," Ashley finished, rolling her hips just enough to make Erin groan. She hooked a finger under Frank's chin, forcing his gaze away from Erin's parted lips. "Unless you wanna forfeit?" Her grin was sharp as she ground down again, the damp fabric of her shorts imprinting itself against Erin's collarbone.
Frank exhaled sharply through his nose when he swapped places with Ashley—Erin's breath now huffing warm against the fly of his basketball shorts. The basement's dim lighting hid the flush crawling up his neck, but nothing could disguise the way his hips twitched forward when Erin turned her face away, her cheek brushing the unmistakable swell.
Ashley caught the movement instantly. "Uh-oh," she sing-songed, twisting to kneel beside Erin's head. She tugged Erin's ponytail until their eyes met, grinning at the startled realization dawning there. "Someone's really into this penalty round." Her thumb stroked Erin's lower lip, smearing gloss across the cupid's bow. "Guess Frankie doesn't think family reunions are boring after all."
Erin's inhale hitched when Frank shifted his weight—the ridge of him pressing unmistakably against her temple through thin fabric. The basement's stale air clung suddenly thick in her lungs. "Ash, this is—"
"Exactly what you bet on," Ashley cut in, flicking Erin's earlobe. Her grin flashed neon-bright in the TV's pulsing glow as their chosen wrestlers locked up onscreen.
The bell for the next match hadn't even finished ringing before Frank found himself pinned—his pick forgoing their usual high-flying offense to eat a devastating piledriver. "Bullshit!" His protest was muffled by the couch cushion Ashley shoved into his face as she and Erin high-fived. "That move got banned in '09—"
"Rules are rules," Erin sing-songed, already peeling off her tank top with a wicked grin. The basement's stale air prickled against her bare skin as she wiggled out of her shorts, leaving only a lavender lace thong clinging to her hips. Ashley's matching smirk widened when Erin straddled Frank's chest, her knees trapping his arms. "Remember how funny you thought my face was down there?"
Frank's protest died in a muffled groan as Erin lowered herself onto his mouth, her weight pressing his head deeper into the couch. The damp heat of her thong filled his nostrils—laundry detergent and something muskier underneath. When he tried to turn his face, she grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Nuh-uh," she purred, rocking forward just enough to make his hips jerk. "Smell that? That's payback."
Ashley's laughter was dark and honeyed as she swung a leg over Frank's hips, her red lace barely containing the swell of her ass. "Poor Frankie." She sank down slowly, the pressure against his trapped erection drawing a choked sound from his throat. "Guess those cruiserweight bets don't work out for you, huh?" The deliberate roll of her hips ground the seam of her panties against him, each motion coaxing another stifled moan into Erin's thighs.
Erin tightened her grip in Frank's hair, tilting his head back to meet her smirk. His nostrils flared against the damp lace stretched over her, the salt-sweet musk of her arousal flooding his senses. "Breathe deep, cuz," she murmured, rocking forward just enough to smear her wetness across his lips. "You wanted to play—now you get the full penalty round." The flickering TV light caught the sweat glistening along her collarbones as Ashley's rhythm hitched, her breath coming faster.
Ashley and Erin deci to trade places. After rubbing herself on Frank’s mouth, Ashley twisted mid-grind, her thighs bracketing Frank's head now as she lowered herself backwards. Her lace-clad ass molded against his nose and mouth before he could protest—the heat radiating through the fabric unmistakable. "Oops," she breathed, arching to press more firmly against his muffled groan. The heady mix of coconut sunscreen and her own arousal drowned out everything else as she rocked forward again, smothering him in one slow, deliberate roll of her hips.
Erin didn’t waste time sliding into Ashley's vacated spot, her bare thighs straddling Frank's hips. The dampness of her thong seeped through his shorts as she settled against his trapped erection, letting out a soft sigh when he twitched beneath her. "Someone's eager," she teased, glancing over her shoulder at Ashley’s rhythmic movements—the way Frank's hands clenched and unclenched against the couch cushions. Reaching back blindly, Erin traced the rigid outline of him through the fabric, her fingertips teasing along the length until his hips jerked involuntarily. "Oh fuck, he's—"
Ashley cut her off with a throaty laugh, grinding her ass in slow circles against Frank's mouth until his groan vibrated through her. Her fingers dug into Erin's shoulders for balance as she arched, pressing herself harder against his muffled protests. "Told you he'd crack first," she murmured, rolling her hips in a way that made Frank buck beneath them both. The scent of her arousal clung thick in the air, mingling with Erin's as the basement’s humidity wrapped around them.
Erin’s breath hitched when Frank’s next involuntary thrust rubbed his trapped length against her clit through the lace. Her fingers tightened on his waistband. "Fuck—new bet," she panted, flicking a glance at Ashley's flushed face. "Last match—loser gets sat on and has to lick whatever we put on their mouth." Her grin turned wicked as Frank went rigid underneath her. "Unless you're scared."
Ashley's answering laugh was muffled by the wet sounds of her grinding against Frank's face. She lifted just enough to drag her panties across his parted lips—leaving a glistening streak—before twisting to smirk at Erin. "Oh, you're so gonna regret that." She punctuated it with another slow roll of her hips, savoring the way Frank's muffled groan vibrated through her thighs.
Erin barely had time to clench her jaw before the final pinfall echoed through the basement—her chosen wrestler tapping out to a surprise submission hold. "Bull*shit*!" She flopped backward onto the shag carpet, arms splayed wide. The ceiling's exposed beams swam in her vision as Ashley slithered off Frank, leaving him gasping against the couch cushions.
Ashley's shadow eclipsed the TV's glow as she knelt over Erin's face, her thighs framing Erin's temples. The damp lace of her thong still clung to the flushed curves of her ass—Erin could smell the musk from here. "Tongue. Out." Ashley's command dripped with honeyed menace.
Erin obeyed, her smile widening as the first brush of Ashley's heat grazed her tongue through the soaked fabric. The citrusy tang of her arousal mixed with residual chlorine from the pool—Erin groaned when Ashley ground down, the lace catching rough against her parted lips.
"Ohhh, that's it," Ashley murmured, arching to press herself harder against Erin's mouth. Her fingers tangled in Erin's hair, guiding the rhythm as Erin's tongue worked in slow circles beneath the damp thong. The basement air smelled thick with sweat and perfume now, the TV's commentary drowned out by wet, rhythmic smacks of fabric against skin.
Ashley glanced over her shoulder at Frank, his erection tenting his shorts obscenely as he knelt awkwardly behind her. "Don't just stare," she purred, reaching back to drag him forward by the waistband. His hips jerked when she positioned him over Erin's chest—the soft swell of Erin's tits pillowing his cock through the thin fabric. "Fuck her tits," Ashley breathed, grinding back against Erin's face to demonstrate. "Like this."
Frank's groan was ragged as he obeyed, his hips stuttering into the warm press of Erin's cleavage. The sweat-slick friction sent sparks up his spine—especially when Erin arched beneath him, her nipples pebbling against his shaft through her lace bra. Ashley's laugh was low and wicked against his ear. "Good boy," she murmured, rolling her hips in time with his frantic thrusts. The wet sounds of Erin's tongue working beneath her thong filled the humid air.
Ashley's thighs trembled as she ground down harder, the lace now soaked through and clinging to Erin's lips. She could feel every flick of Erin's tongue—the teasing swirls that made her breath catch. "Fuck—right there—" Her fingers twisted in Erin's hair, holding her in place as she rocked faster. The basement's stale air was thick with the musk of their arousal, the TV's flickering glow casting tangled shadows across the wall.
Frank's groan was guttural as he rutted against Erin's chest, his cock slipping between her sweat-slicked cleavage. The lace of her bra chafed deliciously, each thrust dragging a whimper from Erin's throat—the vibrations sending sparks up Ashley's spine. She arched, pressing Frank deeper against Erin's tits just as Erin's tongue found the swollen nub beneath her thong. "Oh god—" Ashley's hips stuttered, her thighs clamping around Erin's head as the first wave crashed over her. The lace grew slicker, Erin's tongue lapping greedily at the flood.
"Switch," Ashley panted, lifting herself just enough to drag her dripping thong across Erin's chin. Frank didn't need prompting—he slid forward until his straining bulge smothered Erin's nose, the musk of his arousal thick in her nostrils. Erin's groan vibrated against him as Ashley's lips brushed the sweat-damp fabric over his hipbone. "Bet's still on, cuz," Frank reminded hoarsely, grinding down when Erin's tongue tentatively traced the seam of his briefs. Ashley's answering laugh was molten as she ducked her head, her tongue painting a mirroring stripe along the crown of his trapped erection.
The dual pressure—Erin's tongue lapping at his perineum through cotton while Ashley's lips circled the head through fabric—made Frank's hips jerk uncontrollably. Ashley's fingers curled into the waistband of his shorts, her knuckles brushing Erin's forehead as she worked him in slow, slick strokes. The basement air reeked of sex and salt now, the TV's frantic commentary long forgotten. When Erin arched beneath him, her nose nudging his balls, Ashley seized the opportunity. "Up," she ordered, shoving his hips forward until his ass settled over Erin's mouth.
Erin's muffled groan vibrated through Frank's cheeks as she tongued the damp spot where his ass met thigh, her breath hot against damp cotton. Ashley watched, transfixed, as Erin's lips molded to the curve of his ass through the boxers—tongue tracing the cleft with obscene precision. "Fuck, she's good," Ashley murmured, squeezing Frank's shaft through his underwear. Precum darkened the fabric where she thumbed the tip. "Bet cuz here could make you come just from eating your ass." To prove it, she ground Frank's hips harder against Erin's face, grinning when his choked moan hitched higher.
Ashley's grip tightened as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking the swollen head through the wet fabric—mirroring Erin's movements below. Frank's thighs trembled. The dual sensation—Erin's tongue working relentless circles against his hole while Ashley teased the leaking tip—sent sparks up his spine. "Oh fuck—fuck—" His hips jerked forward into Ashley's fist, back onto Erin's mouth, caught between their twin attentions. The basement reeked of sweat and sex now, the TV's flickering light catching the sheen on Frank's heaving chest.
Erin's breath hitched when Frank's weight shifted fully onto her face. The salty musk of his ass filled her nostrils, the damp cotton clinging to her lips as she licked upward, tracing the cleft with slow, deliberate strokes. Above her, Ashley's hand worked faster, her thumb swiping over the sticky patch darkening Frank's briefs. "Look at her," Ashley murmured, twisting her wrist just so—Frank's choked moan vibrating through Erin's skull. "Bet she can taste you through those shorts." Erin's answering hum sent Frank's hips stuttering forward, his cock pulsing against Ashley's palm.
The basement air hung thick with sweat and arousal as Ashley leaned down, her tongue flicking the head of Frank's trapped erection through the fabric. Her fingers curled tighter, matching the rhythm of Erin's tongue beneath him—each wet stroke against his asshole drawing another desperate thrust into Ashley's grip. Frank's thighs trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck—I'm gonna—" His warning died in a guttural groan as Ashley squeezed, her thumb pressing hard over the tip just as Erin's teeth grazed his perineum through the cotton.
Ashley's grin was molten as she watched Frank's hips stutter, his cock pulsing against her palm. The damp patch on his boxers darkened, spreading as his release soaked through the fabric. She didn't let up—stroking him through the aftershocks until his legs gave out and he collapsed forward, his ass smothering Erin's face completely. Erin's muffled laugh vibrated against him, her tongue lapping at the mess as it seeped through the thin material. The taste of salt and musk flooded her mouth, sharp and primal.
Ashley didn't wait for Frank to catch his breath before she twisted, sinking back onto Erin's face with deliberate grace. This time, she faced Erin's feet, her ass pressing flush against Erin's mouth—her lace thong already damp from earlier. "Keep licking," she commanded, rolling her hips in slow, teasing circles. Erin's tongue traced the soaked fabric, tracing the curve of her ass with long, languid strokes. Ashley shuddered, her fingers skimming down Erin's sides, nails grazing ribs before settling on her waist. The basement air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, the TV's flickering light casting erratic shadows on the walls.
Frank, still catching his breath, slid his hand down Erin's trembling abdomen, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her thong with practiced ease. Erin's hips jerked at the contact, her muffled moan vibrating against Ashley's ass. Ashley grinned, grinding down harder, the pressure against Erin's nose deliberate. "That's it," she purred, her voice husky. "You don't get air until you come." Frank's fingers worked in slow, maddening circles, his thumb brushing Erin's clit with just enough pressure to make her thighs tremble. Ashley could feel the heat of Erin's breath through the lace, the occasional gasp when Frank hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Erin's tongue moved faster now, tracing the soaked fabric of Ashley's thong with desperate precision. The taste of salt and musk filled her mouth, mingling with the faint coconut scent still clinging to Ashley's skin. Her lungs burned, but the pressure between her legs was overwhelming—Frank's fingers relentless as they slid inside her, curling just right. Ashley's hands wandered higher, pinching Erin's nipples through her bra, the sharp sting sending another jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Close?" Ashley teased, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. "Too bad. You're not done yet."
Ashley's thighs trembled as Erin's tongue found the damp seam between her cheeks, licking upward with desperate urgency. The friction sent sparks up her spine, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck—right there—" Her hips stuttered as the pressure built, her fingers tightening in Erin's hair. The basement air was thick with the sound of wet fabric against skin, Frank's ragged breathing, the muffled whimpers Erin couldn't contain. Ashley's vision blurred at the edges as she ground down harder, her climax crashing over her in waves—Erin's tongue still working even as her own hips bucked against Frank's hand.
Frank's fingers moved faster now, circling Erin's clit with practiced precision, his other hand sliding beneath her hips to press against her ass. He could feel the tension coiling in her muscles, the way her breath hitched against Ashley's skin. "Almost," he murmured, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make her jerk. Ashley rocked back against Erin's face, her thighs clamping tighter as she rode out the aftershocks. The scent of their arousal clung to the air, mingling with sweat and the faint chlorine still lingering from the pool.
Erin's vision swam—Ashley's ass pressing down harder, Frank's fingers relentless between her legs. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—her tongue lapping at the soaked lace of Ashley's thong while Frank worked her clit in tight, desperate circles. She inhaled sharply through her nose, the musk of Ashley's arousal flooding her senses, and suddenly her body arched off the carpet, her thighs trembling as the orgasm tore through her. Her tongue kept moving instinctively, tracing wet circles against Ashley's ass even as she gasped for air beneath her cousin's weight.
Ashley's thighs tightened around Erin's head, her breath hitching as she felt the vibrations of Erin's muffled moans against her. "Fuck—that's it," she groaned, rolling her hips to grind harder against Erin's tongue. The fabric of her thong was soaked through, the heat of Erin's mouth seeping into her skin. She could feel every twitch of Erin's body beneath her, the way her legs jerked uncontrollably as Frank's fingers dragged out her climax.
Frank smirked at Ashley over Erin's trembling form, his fingers still working between her thighs. "Think she's had enough?" he teased, curling his fingers just enough to make Erin whimper against Ashley's ass. Ashley grinned back, her eyes glinting with mischief as she lifted her hips slightly—just enough to let Erin gasp for air. Erin's chest heaved as she gulped in the basement's stale air, her lips glistening with Ashley's arousal.
The creak of the basement door froze them all mid-motion. Paige's voice cut through the humid air like a knife. "Well," she drawled, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "Seems like you three are having way more fun than the book club upstairs." Her gaze flickered over the tangled mess of limbs—Ashley's damp thong still pressed against Erin's chin, Frank's hand wedged between Erin's thighs, the unmistakable sheen of sweat and sex clinging to all of them.
Ashley's grin was the first to recover, sharp as ever even as she casually shifted to block Paige's view of Erin's flushed face. "Aunt Paige," she purred, dragging a finger along Frank's bare stomach, "we were just... discussing wrestling strategy."
Paige snorted, stepping further into the basement. The neon glow from the forgotten WWE match painted her bare thighs as she crossed her arms. "Uh-huh. And the part where my step-niece's tongue was jammed up your—"
"Strategy," Frank interrupted with the straightest face he could muster, shifting slightly to hide Erin's still-glistening lips.
Ashley chuckled—low, husky—as she rolled off Erin's chest with deliberate grace, letting her cousin finally gulp in some air. Paige's eyes flickered to Erin's flushed face, then lower—to the wet lace stretched across Ashley's hips. "Uh-huh," she repeated, stepping closer. "And how exactly did licking factor into your... strategy?"
Frank cleared his throat, still propped awkwardly on Erin's thighs. "Well, uh, it started with push-ups," he muttered. "Then it kinda... escalated."
Paige tapped her chin, circling them like a shark. Erin shivered as Paige's shadow blocked the TV's flickering glow—the forgotten WWE match now showing a replay of some poor bastard getting body-slammed through a table. "Looks like you've upgraded to horizontal cardio," Paige mused, her bare foot nudging Erin's discarded tank top.
Frank cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably as Paige's gaze lingered on the damp spot staining his shorts. "We were just—"
"Betting on wrestling matches," Erin finished weakly from the floor, still catching her breath. The taste of Ashley still clung to her tongue—sharp and citrusy beneath the musk.
Frank and Ashley shared a crooked grin as Ashley lifted off Erin’s face, leaving her sprawled beneath them, chest heaving. Paige’s smirk deepened as she surveyed the scene—Frank’s erection straining against his damp shorts, Ashley’s lace thong glistening with Erin’s spit, the TV casting ghostly blue light across their tangled limbs. "So," she said slowly, tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear. "Erin licked both of you?" Her bare foot nudged Erin’s knee apart, exposing the soaked fabric of her own thong. "Seems unfair she did all the work."
Ashley snorted, rolling onto her elbows beside Erin. "She lost," she drawled, flicking a sweat-damp curl off Erin’s forehead. Paige quirked an eyebrow, stepping closer until her painted toes brushed Frank’s discarded shirt. "Uh-huh. And what’s the buy-in for this… game?" Her gaze lingered on Frank’s crotch as he shifted awkwardly.
Erin groaned, pushing herself up on trembling arms. "Aunt Paige—"
Ashley cut her off with a sharp laugh, twisting onto her knees to face Paige fully. "Oh my god. You would." Her grin was razor-edged as she flicked a glance at Frank, whose face had gone dangerously red.
Erin, still sprawled on the carpet, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes darting between Paige's bare thighs and the knowing smirk on her lips. The TV flickered, casting eerie shadows across Paige's collarbones as she tilted her head. "Well?" she prompted, tapping one foot impatiently. "Do I get a turn, or do I have to start yelling for your parents?"
Ashley snorted into her elbow, watching Paige shimmy out of her shorts—slow, deliberate—letting the denim pool around her ankles. Erin swallowed hard. Paige’s thong wasn’t lace like Ashley’s, but smooth black satin that clung to the generous swell of her ass, the fabric already damp where it disappeared between her thighs.
"You good?" Paige murmured, glancing over her shoulder, her smirk catching the TV’s flickering glow. Erin nodded mutely, her pulse hammering as Paige stepped forward—one foot planted on either side of her head—her thighs framing Erin’s vision like a sunset eclipsed by curves. The scent of her was richer than Ashley’s, musk layered with vanilla body lotion and something faintly herbal.
"Tell me if you tap out," Paige teased—then dropped into a perfect squat, her satin-clad ass smothering Erin’s face in one smooth motion. Erin gasped, her nose pressing flush against the damp heat between Paige’s thighs as the older woman settled her full weight onto Erin’s mouth. Frank made a strangled noise; Ashley’s sharp inhale was audible even over the TV’s canned applause.
Paige rolled her hips experimentally, her thighs flexing—muscles honed by spin classes—as Erin’s tongue found the seam of her thong. "Oh—*fuck*," she breathed, her fingers tightening in Erin’s hair. The first slow lick dragged a shudder from Paige’s entire body, her head tipping back as Erin traced the outline of her folds through the slick fabric. Above them, the forgotten wrestlers’ grunts were drowned out by the wet sounds of Erin’s tongue working in earnest.
Ashley’s mouth hung open, her gaze locked on the way Paige’s satin thong darkened under Erin’s ministrations. Frank’s hands hovered uselessly in midair, his face flushed crimson as Paige rocked forward onto Erin’s mouth with a practiced roll of her pelvis. "Jesus Christ," Ashley wheezed, gripping Frank’s arm as Paige gasped—her thighs trembling when Erin’s teeth grazed the underside of her ass.
Paige’s grin never faltered, even as her breath hitched. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the couch behind Erin’s head, forcing her deeper into the damp heat. "Such a good girl," she murmured, tightening her thighs around Erin’s skull—the suffocating pressure punctuated by wet, rhythmic smacks of fabric against lips. Erin’s fingers clawed at Paige’s calves, her muffled groans vibrating deliciously against Paige’s folds.
Ashley’s voice was strangled. "Holy shit." Frank’s jaw hung slack, his cock twitching visibly against his shorts. Paige rolled her hips with deliberate precision—not grinding, teaching—her satin thong riding up with each motion until the soaked fabric disappeared between her cheeks. The basement air hummed with the obscene slickness of Erin’s tongue tracing every inch, her nose buried so deep that Paige’s scent clung to her eyelashes.
Paige’s breath hitched as Erin’s tongue found the exact spot—right where the thong’s seam pressed against her clit. Her thighs trembled, sweat glistening along the taut muscles as she rode Erin’s face with slow, devastating rolls. "Jesus—*fuck*—" Her fingers twisted tighter in Erin’s hair, holding her in place as she arched, her back bowing like a drawn arrow. The orgasm crashed over her in waves, her hips stuttering against Erin’s lips as she came with a guttural moan that echoed off the basement walls.
Ashley’s fingers dug into Frank’s arm, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin. Neither of them moved—couldn’t—as Paige shuddered above Erin, her thighs clenching rhythmically around Erin’s skull. The wet sounds of Erin’s tongue lapping at Paige’s soaked thong filled the humid air, mingling with Paige’s ragged gasps. Frank’s cock twitched visibly against his shorts, his mouth dry as he watched Paige’s fingers flex against Erin’s scalp.
Paige’s smirk never wavered, even as her hips stuttered mid-roll. “Fuck—*yes*—” Her voice was husky, dripping with lazy satisfaction as she ground down harder, the damp satin of her thong clinging to Erin’s lips. Erin’s muffled groan vibrated against her, sending another tremor through Paige’s thighs. “God, you’re good at this,” Paige purred, rolling her hips in slow, luxurious circles now—less frantic, more savoring.
Ashley’s breath hitched as Paige’s fingers carded through Erin’s sweat-damp hair, guiding her deeper with each languid rock. “See?” Paige murmured, tilting her head toward Frank and Ashley like she was lecturing. “This—*this* is what fucking power feels like.” Her thighs flexed, muscles tensing just enough to make Erin whimper beneath her. “Total control. They breathe when you let them. They take whatever you give.” A slow, deliberate roll forward—Erin’s nose buried completely—then back just enough to let her gasp wetly against the soaked fabric.
Frank’s throat clicked as he swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from the way Paige’s ass molded perfectly over Erin’s face. Ashley’s fingers dug into her own thighs, her lips parted as she watched Paige’s thong darken further with every pass of Erin’s tongue. “Christ,” Ashley breathed, shifting restlessly on the carpet. Paige’s chuckle was dark, rich with amusement as she arched her back, presenting herself more fully to Erin’s mouth. “Oh, honey, you have no idea.” Her hips rolled again, slower this time, savoring the way Erin’s lips clung to her even as she pulled away. “Nothing like feeling someone begging against your skin without saying a word.”
Ashley’s exhale was shaky. Frank’s cock twitched against his shorts, his fingers flexing uselessly at his sides. Paige didn’t even glance their way—her attention was locked on Erin’s muffled whimpers beneath her, the way her fingers spasmed against Paige’s calves. “See that?” Paige murmured, grinding down harder, her voice dropping to a husky purr. “That little jerk in her hips? That’s her body admitting I own it.” She rocked forward, the soaked fabric of her thong pressing flush against Erin’s nose, then leaned back just enough to let her gasp. “And she loves it.”
Ashley swallowed hard as Paige twisted, sinking onto Erin’s face with deliberate grace—this time facing Erin’s feet, her thighs framing Erin’s head like a vise. The older woman rolled her hips in slow, luxurious circles, her satin-clad ass molding perfectly over Erin’s mouth. “Facesitting,” Paige sighed, tilting her head back, “is art. The way you can feel every fucking breath—every twitch—” Her fingers tangled in Erin’s hair, yanking her deeper as she arched. Erin’s choked moan vibrated through Paige’s thighs, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. “God, yes—like that. You two ever try it?”
Frank’s throat clicked audibly. Ashley’s fingers twitched against her own thighs, her gaze locked on the way Erin’s tongue dragged wet streaks through the soaked fabric. Paige chuckled, low and throaty, grinding down harder. “Look at her,” she murmured, pinching Erin’s nipple through her bra with her free hand. “Can’t even think straight. Just a tongue and a pulse.” She rocked forward, the pressure against Erin’s nose deliberate, then eased up just enough to let her gasp—her lips glistening with Paige’s arousal. “Wanna know the best part?”
Ashley exhaled sharply. Frank’s shorts tented obscenely. Paige didn’t wait for an answer. She slid both hands under her own thighs, fingers splayed possessively over Erin’s flushed cheeks as she sank down fully—thighs flexing, breath hitching—until Erin’s nose vanished completely beneath her. The muffled gag vibrated through Paige’s core, drawing a shuddering moan from her lips. “*This,*” she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, decadent circles. “Feeling them fight for air—then realizing they’d rather suffocate than stop licking.”
Ashley’s nails dug crescent moons into her own thighs. Frank’s knuckles whitened around the carpet fibers. Paige’s grin was pure sin as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying with each deliberate grind. “Tell me, Erin,” she purred, lifting just enough to let a desperate gasp escape. “Want me to ride you into a nap?” The moan that answered was barely human—half-strangled, wholly eager—followed by frantic nodding that made Paige’s ass jiggle. “Thought so.”
Ashley’s breath caught as Paige shifted, twisting smoothly to face them while keeping Erin’s mouth sealed beneath her. The older woman’s thighs flexed obscenely, sweat glistening along the inner curves where they trapped Erin’s head. “Pro tip,” Paige murmured, rolling her hips in a slow circle that drew a muffled keen from below. “The trick is in the angles.” She demonstrated by canting forward, the damp satin stretching tight over her ass as she pressed Erin’s nose deeper. “Too flat and they tap out. Too steep and—” Her breath hitched as Erin’s tongue found some hidden sweet spot through the fabric. “*Fuck*—see? Like tuning a goddamn radio.”
Frank swallowed audibly when Paige hooked two fingers under the sides of her thong, peeling the soaked fabric aside just enough to expose the flushed pink furl beneath. Erin’s choked whimper vibrated against Paige’s skin as she lowered herself millimeter by millimeter, the older woman’s smirk widening when Erin’s nose finally made contact with bare flesh. “There we go,” Paige sighed, arching her back to present herself fully. “Now breathe me in, sweetheart.”
Ashley’s knuckles whitened around the carpet as Paige shifted her weight forward, her thighs flexing to press Erin’s face deeper into the crease of her ass. The obscene wet squelch of Erin’s nose nudging against her tight hole drew a ragged gasp from Frank. Paige moaned low in her throat, rolling her hips in a slow circle. “Oh fuck—yes—” Her fingers dug into Erin’s scalp. “Rub me just… like… that.”
Erin’s muffled whimpers rose in pitch as Paige lifted slightly—just enough to hook her thumbs under her own cheeks—then spread herself wider, the pink furl of her asshole hovering directly over Erin’s nose before Paige dropped back down with a wet smack. Erin’s hips jerked wildly beneath her, fingers clawing at Paige’s calves as her entire body tensed.
"There it is," Paige purred, rolling her weight forward onto Erin’s face with slow, deliberate pressure, sealing Erin’s nose completely between her cheeks. The choked gasp beneath her sent a shudder through Paige’s thighs. She glanced sideways at Ashley and Frank, their eyes wide, lips parted. "She’s digging her nails into my legs—can you see that? Little desperate scratches." She arched higher, letting them watch Erin’s fingers twitch against her skin before she sank down again, grinding in slow circles. "She’s rubbing her own pussy now—go on, Erin, show them."
Ashley’s breath hitched as Erin’s hand disappeared between her thighs, her fingers moving in frantic circles beneath Paige’s shadow. Frank bit his lip hard enough to whiten it. "Good girl," Paige murmured, rocking forward just enough to make Erin squeal into her ass. "Feel how wet she is? That’s all me. Every fucking twitch." She tightened her thighs around Erin’s head, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now watch—she’s going to start massaging my asshole with her nose. Just little nudges—there—see how her hips jerk?"
Erin whined against Paige’s skin, her nose pressing deeper as Paige arched higher, her thumbs spreading her cheeks wider. The muffled gasps beneath her grew shallower, Erin’s fingers slowing between her legs. "There it is," Paige sighed, grinding down in slow circles. "She’s fighting less—every breath’s getting thinner—" She rolled her hips, her voice dripping with satisfaction as Erin’s legs twitched weakly. "Almost there… almost…" Erin’s hand fell limp against her thigh, her fingers glistening. Paige exhaled sharply. "*Now.*"
Ashley and Frank watched, motionless, as Paige settled her full weight onto Erin’s face, her ass sealing tight over Erin’s nose. The older woman groaned softly, her thighs flexing as she rocked forward—a slow, deliberate press—until Erin’s body sagged completely beneath her. "Out," Paige murmured, barely lifting her hips. The basement air filled with wet, ragged gasps—not Erin’s, but Frank’s, his cock straining against his shorts. Paige smirked, glancing at them over her shoulder. "See that?" She tapped Erin’s slack jaw with two fingers. "No twitching. No scratching. Just… gone."
Ashley swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the way Erin’s hand still rested limply between her own thighs—fingers curled just above her damp thong. Paige chuckled, shifting her weight slightly to make Erin’s limp body jostle. "Oh, she tried to get off first," she mused, dragging a fingertip along Erin’s parted lips. "Almost made it too." Her thumb brushed the wet sheen on Erin’s chin—a mix of spit and Paige’s own slick—before pressing it back into Erin’s slack mouth. "Taste that, baby. That’s you losing."
Frank’s breath hitched, his cock twitching against the damp fabric of his shorts. Paige arched a brow, her smirk deepening as she rolled her hips—just enough to make Erin’s head loll to the side. "You want it too, don’t you?" Her voice was syrup-thick, dripping with amusement as she watched Frank’s throat bob. "C’mon. Down you go."
Ashley’s lips parted as Frank scrambled onto his back beneath Paige, his hands trembling at his sides. Paige didn’t wait—she shifted her weight, lifting slightly off Erin’s limp body before lowering herself onto Frank’s face with a wet smack. His muffled groan vibrated through her thighs immediately, his tongue already lapping at her asshole through the sheer fabric of her thong. "Oh, bad boy," Paige purred, her fingers curling around the bulge in his shorts—squeezing just enough to draw a choked whimper from beneath her. "You’ve been dying for this, huh?"
She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her thong, peeling the damp fabric aside to expose the pink furl beneath. Frank’s nose pressed flush against her asshole as Paige sank down fully, her smirk widening at the wet, desperate sounds he made beneath her. "Fuck—*yes*—just like that," she gasped, rolling her hips in slow circles to grind his tongue deeper. Her fingers tightened around his cock through the fabric, stroking in time with his frantic licks. "Bet you’ve imagined this—my ass smothering you while your cousins watch."
Ashley shifted restlessly beside Erin’s limp body, her thighs pressing together as Paige arched higher, spreading her cheeks wider. "Look at him," Paige purred, twisting to flash Ashley the obscene sight of Frank’s tongue disappearing between her cheeks. "Tongue fucking me like his life depends on it." She punctuated the statement with a sharp downward grind that drew a muffled groan from Frank’s lips—his hips bucking helplessly against her grip.
Paige’s fingers tightened around his cock through the sweat-damp fabric, matching the rhythm of his tongue’s frantic strokes. "You like being my chair, don’t you?" she murmured, rocking forward until his nose pressed flush against her puckered rim. His answering moan vibrated through her thighs as she peeled her thong aside completely, the wet fabric clinging to his chin. "Want me to use you?" Another slow roll of her hips—his tongue plunged deeper—and Paige laughed breathlessly at the choked sound he made beneath her. "Too late."
Ashley’s breath hitched as Paige arched higher, her thighs flexing obscenely while she ground Frank’s tongue into her asshole with deliberate precision. "Watch," Paige ordered, twisting just enough to let Ashley see the obscene stretch of her pink furl around Frank’s eager tongue. His hands flailed at his sides—not pushing her away, just needing to touch—as Paige rode his face with slow, devastating rolls. "See how his cock jumps when I clench?" She demonstrated, flexing around his tongue while squeezing his shaft through his shorts. Frank’s whole body jerked, a garbled plea muffled against her skin.
Paige chuckled darkly, lifting just enough to let him gasp before dropping back down with a wet smack. "Bad boys don’t get air," she purred, rolling her hips in tight circles to work his tongue deeper. His nose pressed flush against her asshole now, breath hot and ragged against her skin as she slid her thong completely aside. "Taste that?" She rocked forward, her slick dripping down his chin. "That’s all me." Frank groaned in response, his tongue lapping frantically at her exposed rim—until Paige suddenly stilled, her thighs clamping like a vise around his head. "Oh—*fuck*—" Her back arched violently, her fingers yanking his hair as she came with a shuddering gasp, her asshole pulsing around his tongue.
Ashley watched, transfixed, as Paige rode out the aftershocks—grinding Frank’s nose brutally against her clenching hole while his tongue flickered helplessly inside her. The wet squelch of each movement echoed obscenely in the basement, mingling with Paige’s ragged moans and Frank’s muffled gagging. "Jesus," Ashley breathed, her own thighs squeezing together at the sight of Paige’s juices smeared across Frank’s flushed face. The older woman finally lifted slightly—just enough for Frank to heave a desperate breath—then dropped back down with a cruel laugh. "Again," she demanded, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. "Make me feel it."
Frank’s hands scrabbled weakly at Paige’s thighs, his fingers leaving red streaks as his tongue plunged back in—deeper this time, his nose grinding against her swollen rim with every downward thrust. Paige gasped, her head falling back as she rode him harder, her voice cracking on a moan. "Oh God—*right there*—" Her thighs trembled, her grip on his hair turning vicious as she ground down in tight, frantic circles. "Fuck—*fuck*—" Her back arched violently, her asshole clenching rhythmically around Frank’s tongue as she came with a guttural cry—her slick gushing over his chin.
Ashley’s breath hitched as Paige shuddered through the aftershocks, her hips still rolling lazily against Frank’s ruined face. His cock strained pathetically against his shorts, twitching with each ragged breath he managed beneath her. Paige exhaled shakily, her fingers loosening slightly in his hair. "Good boy," she murmured, lifting just enough to smear her slick across his slack lips.
Ashley bit her lip, watching Frank’s cock twitch violently beneath his shorts—then swung her leg over his hips, her ass settling snugly against his bulge. She ground down in slow circles, her damp thong dragging against his erection as Paige continued to ride his face. “Let’s see if he can hold out,” Ashley murmured, reaching back to palm him through the fabric. His hips bucked weakly beneath her, a muffled groan vibrating against Paige’s asshole.
Paige chuckled darkly, fingers tightening in Frank’s hair as she slammed down harder—her wet flesh smearing across his nose with a thick squelch. She wiggled her hips in tiny, brutal circles, forcing his nose deeper into her puckered rim until Ashley could see the faint outline of it pressing against Paige’s flushed skin. “Watch his hands,” Paige gasped, grinding forward until Frank’s fingers scrabbled at her thighs like a drowning man. “That’s how you know—” Her breath hitched as Ashley stroked him faster, her own hips rolling in sync with Paige’s merciless rhythm. “—he’s close.”
Ashley’s breath came quicker, her palm dragging Frank’s trapped cock against his stomach through the damp fabric. His thighs trembled beneath her, his muffled groans growing erratic as Paige rode his face with slow, sadistic precision. “Almost there,” Paige purred, lifting just enough to let a single ragged gasp escape before dropping back down—her asshole clenching around the tip of his nose. Frank’s hips jerked violently, his cock pulsing against Ashley’s hand as Paige laughed breathlessly. “There it is—*fuck*—feel him?”
Ashley whimpered as warm wetness seeped through Frank’s shorts, her fingers squeezing rhythmically through the fabric. His muffled scream vibrated against Paige’s skin as he came—his body arching wildly before going slack beneath them. Paige shuddered, grinding forward to prolong the sensation of his twitching tongue inside her. “Good boy,” she sighed, rolling her hips in lazy circles while Ashley milked the last pulses from his softening cock. Frank’s hands, once clawing at Paige’s thighs, now lay limp against the carpet, his breath coming in shallow, wet rasps.
Paige remained seated for a long moment, savoring the unconscious twitches of Frank’s tongue against her rim. The basement air smelled of sweat and sex, thick enough to taste. Ashley watched, mesmerized, as Paige finally lifted—just enough for Frank’s nose to pop free with a wet sound—then dropped back down, smearing her slick across his slack lips. “Still breathing,” Paige mused, tapping his cheek with two fingers. His eyelids fluttered weakly in response.
Ashley swallowed, her thighs pressing together as Paige turned to face her—still perched atop Frank’s limp body. “Your turn,” Paige murmured, licking her thumb clean. She flicked her gaze pointedly to Ashley’s own wet thighs, then back up with a slow smirk. “Unless you’d rather keep pretending you weren’t rubbing yourself?”
Ashley exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching near her clit—then she nodded, her lips parting as Paige swung her leg off Frank’s hips. She sank onto the carpet, her damp thong sticking to her thighs as she stretched out beneath Paige’s shadow. Paige chuckled, rolling her shoulders as she straddled Ashley’s face backward, her soaked satin thong glistening inches above Ashley’s nose. “Good choice,” she purred, spreading her cheeks with both hands—revealing the flushed, puckered furl beneath. “Breathe deep.”
Ashley’s gasp turned into a muffled groan as Paige’s ass settled onto her face, her nose slotting snugly between Paige’s parted cheeks. The scent—musky, salt-sweet—flooded her senses as Paige rocked forward, her thighs flexing obscenely around Ashley’s skull. Paige smirked down at her through the gap in her legs, watching Ashley’s pupils dilate as the full weight pressed down. “Shocked?” Paige murmured, grinding in slow circles to work Ashley’s nose deeper against her rim. “Or just surprised you like it?”
Ashley’s fingers twitched against her own clit—half-stroking, half-clutching—before Paige’s chuckle snapped her attention upward. “Go on,” Paige coaxed, spreading herself wider with both hands, her voice dripping with dark amusement. “Rub that pretty pussy while I ruin your nose.” Ashley whimpered, her hips jerking as she obeyed, her fingertips circling frantically beneath her thong. Paige exhaled sharply, rolling her hips to match Ashley’s rhythm. “There—*yes*—just like that,” she hissed, her thumbs pressing Ashley’s cheeks inward to trap her nose tighter against her asshole.
Ashley’s breath hitched, her lips brushing Paige’s puckered rim with each desperate inhale—salt and musk flooding her senses as Paige ground down harder. The older woman’s thighs flexed obscenely, sweat glistening along the inner curves where they framed Ashley’s flushed face. “Fuck—look at you,” Paige groaned, rocking forward to smear her slick across Ashley’s chin. “Nose-deep in my ass and still rubbing yourself raw.” Ashley’s moan vibrated against her skin, the sound muffled but unmistakably eager. Paige laughed breathlessly, her fingers tightening in Ashley’s hair. “Addicted already?”
Ashley’s hips bucked beneath her, fingers frantic against her clit as Paige lifted slightly—just enough to expose the glistening pink furl now hovering above Ashley’s nose. The younger woman whimpered, her tongue darting out instinctively, tasting the tang of Paige’s sweat before the older woman dropped back down with a wet smack. “Oh, bad girl,” Paige purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. “Bet you didn’t think you’d like breathing ass today.” Ashley’s answering gasp was half-choked, her eyes rolling back as Paige’s weight settled fully—her nose wedged snugly between Paige’s spread cheeks.
The pressure built—Paige’s thighs flexing obscenely around Ashley’s skull—until Ashley’s fingers stuttered against her clit. Her body arched violently, a muffled scream vibrating against Paige’s skin as she came, her thighs clamping around nothing. Paige chuckled, grinding forward to prolong the sensation of Ashley’s convulsions beneath her. “There it is,” she murmured, rocking back just enough to watch Ashley’s eyelids flutter—then drop. “Out.”
Ashley’s hand fell limp against her thigh, fingers glistening. Paige exhaled sharply, rolling her hips in slow circles to smother Ashley’s slack mouth deeper into her crease. The younger woman’s breath came in shallow, wet rasps—each exhale warm against Paige’s swollen flesh. “Not done yet,” Paige whispered, hooking her thumbs under the sides of her thong. The soaked fabric clung stubbornly to her skin as she peeled it aside, exposing her flushed, glistening folds to Ashley’s unconscious face.
With a shuddering sigh, Paige sank back down, her slick smearing across Ashley’s slack lips in thick, obscene streaks. She rocked forward, grinding her clit against the bridge of Ashley’s nose with slow, deliberate rolls. “Mmm… there—” Paige gasped, arching higher to drag herself through the mess of spit and slick pooled on Ashley’s chin. Her thighs trembled, muscles flexing with each punishing downward thrust. “Fuck—*yes*—just like that.” Ashley’s head lolled to the side with the force of Paige’s movements, her parted lips catching on Paige’s swollen flesh with every aggressive slide.
Paige’s fingers dug into her own thighs, leaving crescent moon indents as she rode Ashley’s limp face with increasing desperation. The wet squelch of her folds dragging over slack features filled the basement, mingling with Paige’s ragged moans. She twisted slightly, angling Ashley’s nose just so against her throbbing clit—and cursed, her hips stuttering violently. “Oh—*God*—” Her voice cracked, thighs clamping like a vice around Ashley’s skull as she came, her slick gushing hot over Ashley’s unresponsive lips.
The aftershocks rolled through her in waves, each twitch of her hips smearing Ashley’s face messier—her chin glistened, her parted lips pooled with Paige’s release. Paige shuddered, finally lifting just enough to admire her handiwork: Ashley’s eyelashes fluttered weakly, her breathing shallow and uneven beneath the glazed mask of Paige’s pleasure. “Still out,” Paige murmured, dragging two fingers through the mess on Ashley’s cheek before pressing them back between her own thighs with a satisfied sigh.
She peeled herself away entirely then, stepping over Frank’s limp body—his shorts still damp with his own spend, his tongue lolling between slack lips. Erin lay exactly where Paige had left her, one hand curled limply near her thong-clad mound, her chest rising in slow, exhausted hitches. The basement smelled like sweat and sex and the sharp, musky tang of dominance.
Paige tugged her shorts back on—the fabric sticking slightly to her damp thighs—and surveyed the wreckage. Three cousins, three conquests, each marked by the sheen of her slick on their skin. She smirked, grabbing the throw blankets crumpled near the couch. The wool scratched pleasantly against her palms as she draped them—first over Erin, tucking the edges around her shoulders with mock tenderness. Next came Frank; she arranged the blanket just so, ensuring it covered the telltale stain on his shorts. Ashley got the last one, the fabric settling over her glistening chin like a shroud.
The basement air smelled thick—sex and sweat and the musk of absolute control—but Paige knew the scent would fade by morning. She adjusted Ashley’s limp hand, folding it primly over her stomach. A perfect tableau: innocent exhaustion. Anyone stumbling downstairs would see only three sleeping figures, not the way Erin’s thong clung to her damp folds, or how Frank’s tongue still protruded slightly between slack lips. Paige ran a hand through her own hair, tousling it back into something resembling normalcy before climbing the stairs.