Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The air in Faz’s apartment was thick with the scent of stale coffee, lavender-scented candles, and something faintly sweet—like the lingering ghost of the vanilla-scented body wash Ari had used earlier. The overstuffed couch, a deep burgundy that had faded in patches from years of use, sagged beneath their weight, the fabric worn thin in places where Faz had curled up with her sketchbooks. The coffee table, a reclaimed wooden slab Faz had found at a flea market, was littered with half-empty glasses, a bottle of cheap wine, and a crumpled bag of chips.
The scent of garlic and roasted lamb still clung to Kee’s shirt from dinner at Faz’s parents’ house, the memory of his mother’s insistent questions lingering like a bad aftertaste. *"You’re not seeing anyone, right? A boy like you shouldn’t be alone."*
Ari collapsed onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, her long dark hair spilling over the armrest. *"Your mom is relentless,"* she groaned, kicking off her shoes and curling her feet beneath her. *"I swear, if she asks me one more time if I’ve met a nice Persian girl, I’m going to scream."*
Faz rolled her eyes, swirling the last dregs of wine in her glass. *"She means well. She just wants you to be happy."* Her tone was light, but there was an edge to it—something unspoken, something that made Kee shift uncomfortably in his seat.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of garlic and wine and something else, something that felt like the moment before a storm breaks.
Faz came into the living room with a fresh bottle of wine and three wine glasses, her dark curls bouncing with each step. She set them down on the coffee table with a deliberate clink, her fingers lingering on the neck of the bottle for a second too long. "*Well, you two look like you’ve seen a ghost,"* she said, her voice teasing but her eyes sharp as she glanced between them. "*What did I miss?"*
Ari’s fingers tightened around the edge of the couch, her knuckles turning white. The weight of Kee’s gaze burned into her, but she refused to look at him, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Faz’s fingers curled around the wine bottle, her knuckles whitening as she leaned forward, her dark eyes sharp with suspicion. "*Okay, you two are being weird as hell. What the fuck happened when I dropped you off at Kee’s the other night?*" Her voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a demand that brooked no refusal. "*Because I swear to God, you two have give all the dirty details if not, I’m going to throw this bottle at your heads."*
Ari’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the frayed edge of the couch cushion. The memory of Kee’s hands on her, the way his mouth had felt against her skin, the raw, desperate need that had consumed them both—it all came rushing back in a wave so intense it made her stomach clench.
Ari’s cheeks burned, her fingers tightening around the wine glass as she turned toward him, her green eyes bright with something that was half embarrassment, half something far more dangerous. She leaned in before she could second-guess herself, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft but insistent, her breath warm against his mouth as she whispered, *"You’re wonderful."*
Kee froze for a heartbeat, his dark eyes widening in surprise. The air between them felt charged, the weight of her words hanging there like an unspoken promise. His fingers twitched against the couch cushion, his body tensing as if he was bracing for something—something he couldn’t quite name. Then, with a slow exhale, he melted into the kiss, his lips parting beneath hers as his hand slid up to cup her cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, his thumb brushing against her skin in a way that made her pulse stutter.
Then Faz’s voice cut through the moment like a knife through silk, sharp and unyielding.
*"Oh, come on, Ari,"* she said, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she uncorked the wine bottle with a practiced twist. *"I already know Kee’s a great fuck—he was my prom date, remember?"* The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as she poured the deep red liquid into the glasses with deliberate precision. *"So don’t even try to play coy. What the hell happened after I dropped you off?"*
Ari’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening around the stem of her wine glass. The memory of Kee’s hands on her—rough and desperate—flashed through her mind, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She risked a glance at Kee, only to find his dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable.
*"Fine,"* Ari said, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers tightening around the wine glass. *"But you asked for it."* She took a deep breath, the memory of Kee’s hands on her—rough and desperate—flashing through her mind, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. *"We kissed. And then things just... happened."*
Faz’s dark eyes widened, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned back against the couch, her fingers still wrapped around the wine bottle. *"Oh, I *know* things happened,"* she said, her voice dripping with amusement. *"I want the *details*, Ari."* She lifted her dress just enough to reveal her thighs, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric.
Kee’s fingers twitched against the couch cushion, his body tensing as if he was bracing for something—something he couldn’t quite name.*
Kee’s voice was rough, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the couch cushion as he leaned back, his dark eyes locked onto hers. *"You straddled me like you owned me,"* he said, his voice low and rough, *"and then you just—"* He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the wine glass.
*"I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life."*
Ari’s hand slid up Kee’s leg, her fingers tracing the seam of his jeans before brushing against the bulge in his fly. The fabric was warm beneath her touch, the outline of him unmistakable, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction when his breath hitched. She didn’t stop there—her fingers curled around the waistband, teasing the button loose before sliding the zipper down with deliberate slowness.
Kee’s hips jerked upward, his cock springing free, already hard and flushed at the tip. Ari’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him—thick and heavy in her hand, the skin velvety against her palm. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swiping over the bead of precome already gathering at the slit, and Kee let out a ragged groan, his fingers digging into the couch cushion.
The air between them was thick with the scent of wine and sex, the tension so palpable it felt like a living thing.
Then Faz was there, sliding onto the couch beside Kee with a fluid grace, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she draped an arm over his shoulders. "Well, well," she purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his collarbone. "Looks like someone's having fun without me."
Kee stiffened, his breath hitching as Ari's grip tightened around him. The weight of Faz's presence was sudden and overwhelming, her proximity sending a jolt through him that had nothing to do with the hand still working his cock. His dark eyes flicked between the two of them—Faz's smirk, Ari's flushed cheeks, the way her fingers stilled mid-stroke—before settling on Ari, his expression unreadable.
The air between them felt charged, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a physical force. Then, with a slow exhale, he leaned back against the couch, his fingers tightening around the wine glass as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
Faz's fingers brushed against Ari's, the contact electric, before she took over with a practiced ease that made Kee's breath hitch. Her grip was firmer, her strokes more deliberate, and he could feel the tension in his body uncoiling beneath her touch. Ari's breath hitched as she watched, her own fingers curling into the couch cushion, her green eyes dark with something that was half desire, half something far more dangerous.
The room was thick with the scent of wine and sex, the air so heavy it felt like it was pressing down on them, suffocating in the best possible way.
Ari’s fingers trailed down Kee’s shaft, her touch feather-light at first, before her palm cupped the heavy weight of his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. The sensation made Kee’s breath catch, his hips jerking upward as a low groan rumbled from his chest.
His hands, which had been resting on the couch cushion, slid upward almost instinctively, his fingers tracing the soft fabric of Ari’s dress before slipping beneath the hem. The warmth of her skin was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but let his hands wander further, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. But then, as if drawn by some magnetic pull, his other hand found Faz’s dress, his fingers slipping beneath the hem with the same boldness.
The air between them crackled, charged with something electric and dangerous. Before Ari could react, Kee’s mouth was on hers again—harder this time, his tongue pushing past her lips with a hunger that made her knees weak. And then, with a sharp inhale, Faz was there, her lips pressing against the side of Ari’s neck, her breath hot and wet against her skin.
The three of them froze for a heartbeat, suspended in the charged silence of the room. Ari’s pulse roared in her ears, her body caught between the two of them—Kee’s hand still gripping her thigh, Faz’s fingers tangled in her hair, their mouths so close she could feel the heat of their breath mingling with hers. Then, with a slow exhale, Kee tilted his head, his lips brushing against Faz’s instead of Ari’s, and the world tilted.
Ari’s breath caught in her throat as Faz’s fingers tangled in Kee’s hair, pulling him closer with a low, breathy laugh. The air between them was thick with the scent of wine and something darker—something that made Ari’s pulse roar in her ears.
Ari’s fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass, her knuckles white. *"I wished that I was you that prom night,"* she whispered, the words raw and unfiltered. The confession hung in the air, heavy with something unspoken.
Faz’s dark eyes flicked to her, a slow smirk curling her lips. *"Oh, you would’ve been hot as hell in that dress,"* she said, her voice teasing but her gaze sharp. *"But I think Kee’s got a thing for you anyway."* Her fingers traced the collar of his shirt, her touch lingering just a second too long.
"*I think it's my turn to show you what you've been missing,"* Faz murmured, her voice dripping with dark promise as she slid down the couch with deliberate slowness. The wine glass clinked against the coffee table as she set it aside, her dark eyes never leaving Kee's as she settled between his legs.
The moment her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Kee's entire body jerked like he'd been struck by lightning. His fingers tangled in Faz's curls, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling in ways that made his hips buck upward. "*Fuck—* Fuck, Faz—"* His voice was raw, desperate, his free hand clawing at the couch cushion.
Ari watched them for one breathless moment, her green eyes dark with something that burned hotter than jealousy.
Then, with a slow exhale, she reached down and lifted the hem of her dress, exposing the thick, flushed cock she'd been hiding beneath the soft fabric. The air between them grew heavier, charged with something electric as she stroked herself once, twice, before offering it to Kee with a smirk. *"Your turn,"* she murmured, her voice rough with need.
Kee's breath hitched, his dark eyes flicking between Faz's mouth and Ari's cock, his fingers tightening in Faz's hair. For a heartbeat, he hesitated—then with a low groan, he leaned forward, his lips parting around Ari's length. The moment his tongue touched her, Ari's hips jerked upward, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. The sensation was electric, the heat of his mouth wrapping around her in a way that made her vision blur at the edges.
Faz pulled back just enough to watch, her lips glistening as she licked them slowly.
"Well, well," she purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns along Kee's collarbone.
Ari's breath caught in her throat as she watched Faz's mouth work Kee's cock, her own fingers tightening around the base of her length. The sight was intoxicating—the way Faz's dark curls spilled over Kee's thighs, the way his fingers tangled in her hair, the way his hips bucked upward with every deep thrust. But then Faz's eyes met hers, dark and knowing, and something shifted in the air between them.
"Come here," Faz murmured, her voice thick with desire as she reached for Ari. "I want to feel you too."
Ari hesitated for only a moment before crawling forward, her body moving with a grace she didn't know she possessed.
The fabric of her dress whispered against her skin as she pulled it over her head, revealing the curves she'd kept hidden beneath layers of clothing. Her cock, thick and flushed, ached as she moved closer to Faz, her twin's eyes dark with anticipation.
The air between them was thick with the scent of wine and sweat, the couch creaking softly as Ari settled between Faz's legs. She could feel Kee's gaze burning into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched them. Faz didn't waste a second—her hands gripped Ari's hips, pulling her closer until her cock brushed against Faz's lips. The moment Faz's mouth wrapped around her, Ari let out a sharp gasp, her fingers tangling in Faz's dark curls as she rocked forward, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Faz's tongue swirled around the head of Ari's cock, her lips sealing tight as she took her deeper.
The couch creaked under their shifting weight, the sound muffled by the ragged breaths filling the room. Kee's fingers trembled against the fabric of Faz's dress, his knuckles brushing the zipper before he pulled it down with a slow, deliberate drag. The sound was loud in the charged silence, the teeth of the zipper parting to reveal the smooth expanse of Faz's back.
The moment the dress slipped down her shoulders, Kee's breath hitched. The sight of her bare skin—warm and golden in the dim light—made his chest tighten. He traced his fingers along the curve of her spine, his touch feather-light, before his hands slid forward to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Faz arched into the touch, a soft moan vibrating around Ari's cock as she pulled back just enough to speak.
"Fuck, Kee," she gasped, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his.
"You're such a tease."
Kee's fingers tightened around the soft flesh of her breasts, his thumbs rolling her nipples between them in slow, deliberate circles. "You love it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You love every second of this."
Ari's breath hitched as she watched them, her cock throbbing in Faz's mouth, her hips rocking forward with every deep thrust. The sight of Kee's hands on Faz's body, the way his fingers teased and tormented her, was almost too much to bear. She could feel the heat building in her stomach, the pressure in her cock growing more intense with every passing second.
Faz's hands were on her hips, guiding her backward, and Ari let herself be pulled down onto the couch, the cushions soft beneath her bare back. The cool air of the apartment brushed against her skin, making her shiver as she settled into the plush fabric. Then Faz was there, straddling her hips with a fluid grace that made Ari's breath catch in her throat.
The moment Faz's warmth pressed against her, Ari's cock twitched, the tip already slick with precome. Faz didn't waste a second—she reached down, gripping Ari's length with a firm hand, her dark eyes locked onto hers as she guided the head to her entrance. The sensation was electric, the heat of Faz's pussy enveloping her, inch by slow inch, until Ari was buried to the hilt inside her twin sister.
Ari's breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers digging into Faz's hips as she watched Kee's face—the way his dark eyes widened, the way his lips parted in a silent groan, the way his cock twitched painfully against the fabric of his jeans. The sight of him watching them, his own arousal so obvious, made Ari's stomach clench with a mix of desire and something far more dangerous.
Faz moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made Ari's cock throb inside her. "*Fuck, Ari—*" she gasped, her fingers tightening around the back of the couch for support. "*You feel so good—*" Her voice was thick with need, her dark eyes flicking between Ari's flushed face and Kee's tense form. "*Look at him.
He can’t take his eyes off us.*" Faz’s voice was a low, wicked purr as she continued to ride Ari’s cock, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made Ari’s breath hitch. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound muffled by the ragged gasps filling the room. Kee’s fingers were white-knuckled around the wine glass, his dark eyes locked onto the place where Ari disappeared inside Faz, his own cock straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans. "*He wants to join us.*"
Faz leaned forward, her dark curls spilling over Ari’s chest as she pressed her lips to her twin’s ear, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Ari’s spine. "*I want you both.*" Her fingers traced the curve of Ari’s jaw before sliding down to grip her wrist, guiding Ari’s hand between her own legs.
"*Take me, Kee—*" Faz moaned into Ari’s ear, her voice thick with need as she rocked back against Ari’s cock. The words sent a jolt through Ari’s body, her hips jerking upward involuntarily as she felt Faz’s pussy clench around her. The air between them grew heavier, charged with something electric as Faz’s dark eyes locked onto Kee’s, her lips curling into a smirk. "*I want you both inside me."*
Kee’s breath hitched, his dark eyes flicking between Faz’s flushed face and the place where Ari’s cock disappeared inside her. His fingers trembled against the wine glass, his knuckles white as he set it down with a sharp clink. The sound was loud in the charged silence, the only noise besides the ragged breaths filling the room. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air, and it made his pulse roar in his ears.
Kee didn’t hesitate anymore—he was done waiting. His fingers curled around the waistband of Faz’s panties, yanking them down with a sharp tug that made her gasp, the fabric tearing slightly as he exposed her. The sight of her—glistening and ready, her body already stretched around Ari’s cock—made his breath catch. He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He just *moved*.
Kee’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Faz’s hips, his grip bruising as he pulled her back against him, the head of his cock pressing against the tight ring of her ass. The first push was slow, deliberate, the resistance making his breath hitch—but then Faz moaned, her body relaxing just enough to let him in. The sound she made was raw, desperate, her fingers clawing at the couch as Kee sank deeper, inch by painful inch, until he was buried inside her.
*"Fuck—fuck, I can feel you both—"* Faz’s voice broke, her body trembling between them as she was stretched wider than she’d ever been before, the pressure so intense it bordered on pain. But then Ari rocked her hips upward, her cock sliding deeper into Faz’s pussy, and the sensation sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her so violently that her vision blurred. *"I’m so full—so fucking full—"* She gasped, her breath hitching as Kee’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her back against him, his cock throbbing inside her ass. *"I’ve never—never felt anything like this—"*
Ari’s breath came in sharp gasps, her green eyes locked onto Faz’s face as she watched her twin sister unravel between them.