Step Sisters Share Your Cock for Anal – Hot Amateur Threesome Therapy

Story Inspired by the Video
The living room smelled like leftover pizza and faint weed from last night. Michael slumped on the couch in his boxers and an old band tee, controller in hand, while the TV droned some reality show rerun. His step-sisters, Britt and Theodora, had been crashing at the house since their mom and his dad left for that weekend couples retreat. The girls were both home from college, bored out of their minds, and way too comfortable walking around in tiny shorts and crop tops.
Britt, the blonde one with the perky attitude, flopped down next to him first. Her thigh pressed against his. “Dude, this vacation fund is fucked. We need like two grand for Miami or we’re stuck here all break.”
Theodora, darker hair and sharper smirk, leaned over the back of the couch, her tits almost spilling out of her tank. “Yeah, and you’re the only one with a job right now, big bro. Help a sister out?”
Michael laughed, eyes still on the screen. “What, you want me to Venmo you? I’m broke too after rent.”
Britt slid her hand onto his knee, casual at first. “Not Venmo. We were thinking… something more fun.” She squeezed lightly. “You’ve been staring at our asses all week.”
Theodora giggled, hopping over to sit on his other side, sandwiching him. “Come on. We’re all adults. No one’s home. Dad’s not gonna walk in.”
Michael’s cock twitched under the fabric. He tried to play it cool. “You two are crazy.”
But Britt was already tugging at his waistband. “Crazy horny. And we know you want it. We’ve heard you jerking off through the wall.” She yanked his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring free, already half-hard.
Theodora licked her lips. “Fuck, it’s bigger than I remembered from that one time I walked in on you.”
They didn’t waste time. Britt leaned down first, wrapping her mouth around the head, sucking slow while Theodora kissed along the shaft, tongue flicking the underside. Their lips met around him in a messy double blowjob, spit dripping down his balls. Michael groaned, hands tangling in their hair—one blonde, one brunette. The wet slurping sounds filled the room louder than the TV.
“Shit, you two are good at this,” he muttered.
Britt pulled off with a pop. “We practiced on bananas. Kidding. Mostly.” She stroked him while Theodora took her turn deep-throating, gagging a little before pulling back with strings of spit.
Theodora wiped her mouth. “Okay, therapy time. We need this dick in our asses to earn that vacation money. Deal?”
Michael nodded fast. “Deal. Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, giggling and groping. Clothes hit the floor in the messy bedroom—unmade bed, laundry pile in the corner, blinds half-open so sunlight striped the sheets.
Britt pushed him onto his back. “You first watch me.” She straddled him reverse, ass up, spreading her cheeks. Her tight pink hole winked at him. Theodora grabbed lube from the nightstand—some cheap strawberry stuff—and drizzled it over Britt’s ass.
Michael rubbed his cockhead against her hole, teasing. “You sure?”
Britt pushed back. “Fuck yes. Put it in.”
He pressed forward. Her ass resisted a second, then popped open around him. Britt moaned loud, face in the pillow. “Oh god, it’s stretching me so good.”
Theodora fingered herself watching, then climbed up to sit on Michael’s face. “Eat me while you fuck her ass.”
He licked at Theodora’s wet pussy, tasting her while thrusting up into Britt’s tight heat. The room filled with wet smacks, moans, and the creak of the bedframe. Britt rocked back hard, ass cheeks jiggling with each slap against his hips.
“Switch,” Theodora demanded after a few minutes. “My turn.”
Britt lifted off, ass gaping a little, red and slick. Theodora took her place, facing him this time. She guided his cock to her hole, sinking down slow. “Fuuuck, you’re thick.”
Michael grabbed her hips, thrusting up while Britt knelt beside them, making out with Theodora, fingers rubbing her clit. Theodora bounced faster, tits jiggling, moaning into Britt’s mouth.
“Harder,” Theodora gasped. “Pound my ass.”
He did. The bed banged against the wall. Sweat slicked their skin. The smell of sex and strawberry lube hung heavy.
Britt slid down, licking where they joined, tongue flicking his balls and Theodora’s stretched rim. “You gonna cum in her ass?”
Michael grunted. “Maybe. Or you share it.”
Theodora clenched around him. “Do it. Fill me up first.”
He slammed up a few more times, then buried deep, pulsing hot cum into Theodora’s ass. She shuddered, rubbing her clit fast until she came too, ass milking him dry.
He pulled out slow, cum leaking from her gaped hole. Britt dove in immediately, licking the creampie out, then kissing Theodora to share the taste.
But they weren’t done. Britt pushed him flat again. “My turn for the load.”
Theodora held Britt’s cheeks open while Michael slid back into her ass, still slick with lube and cum. He fucked her quick and dirty, balls slapping. Theodora fingered Britt’s pussy, making her squirm.
“Fuck, I’m close again,” Michael warned.
“Pull out,” Britt panted. “We want it on our faces.”
He yanked free, stroking fast. The girls knelt side by side, mouths open, tongues out. He shot ropes across their tongues, cheeks, chins—messy and thick. They swapped cum in a sloppy kiss, laughing through it.
After, they collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. Britt wiped her face with the sheet. “So… that’s like, half the vacation paid for, right?”
Theodora smirked, cum still on her lip. “At least. We might need round two tomorrow.”
Michael chuckled, pulling his boxers back up. “You two are gonna kill me.”
From the kitchen down the hall, the microwave beeped—someone’s forgotten leftovers. Reality crept back in. Britt hopped up, tugging on her shorts. “Shit, is that mom’s lasagna? Better not burn.”
Theodora grabbed a towel, wiping between her legs. “Quick shower. Then we plan the next ‘therapy session.'”
Michael lay there a second longer, dick softening, grinning at the ceiling. Just another Saturday at home.