Carla didn't know what to make of Bianca's proposition. She felt like she was torn in two. Of course, the whole experience had been fantastic, and she had enjoyed the weird set-up much more than she thought she should have done, but this was Bianca taking things to a whole different level. Carla looked at Dillon. He lazily smiled at her; he raised an expectant eyebrow.
Glancing at the bedside clock, Carla noticed it was half past seven; they usually went out at eight, and amid her uncertainty and embarrassment, she suddenly saw this as a get-out clause.
'We should really start to get dressed to go out, shouldn't we?' Carla knew her excuse sounded lame, even to her own ears.
'We can't leave him like this,' Bianca shrieked, waving Dillon's hard cock at Carla like a baton. 'Anyway, it doesn't get going in town until at least ten. We've plenty of time.'
Bianca licked her lips. 'Come on, Carla, you know you want to, and I really don't mind sharing. You don't mind either, do you, Dillon?' She cocked her head to one side
'I don't mind,' Dillon replied, looking intently at Carla. His expression was a mixture of desire and disbelief at the plate that had been so readily handed to him.
'She has never fucked,' Bianca announced. 'Come on, kiss him, Carla, that won't hurt you. You have kissed someone before, haven't you? Don't bother answering that because I know you have.'
Seeing Carla's reticence, Bianca's voice became more insistent. 'Kiss him before I start losing my temper.' Her voice resounded with the bossiness that had dominated their childhood.
Woozily, Carla crept up the bed and placed her lips on Dillon's. She had fantasised many times about kissing him—but not under these circumstances. When their tongues met, Carla felt a frisson of excitement through her body. Dillon's mouth tasted of cigarettes and mint, and the smell of his aftershave was an intoxicating mixture. Carla's mind went blank as she became lost in the moment.
Suddenly, Dillon's hand slipped inside her bathrobe, moving up to her breasts. He expertly rubbed her nipples before he stopped kissing her and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He teased it with a tiny nibble. Sliding
the bathrobe off her shoulders, exposing Carla's whole body to him, and she felt his hands gliding down towards her pussy. His fingers quickly found her nub and rubbed it gently, causing Carla to feel a zing. The only time she felt the same feeling was when she touched herself. The fact that somebody else could awaken the same feelings intrigued and amazed her.
Suddenly, Bianca sighed loudly as if she was bored. She lightly smacked Carla on the bottom. 'Put your bathrobe back on and get off the bed. Sit at the dressing table; we must think this stuff through.'
Carla did as she was told and noticed that Dillon's face, which had held so much expectancy, was now filled with confusion and almost fear about what Bianca could possibly be thinking of next.
Standing up, Bianca took her cigarettes off the dressing table and lit one. Deep in thought, she slowly paced the room before sitting back down on the side of the bed.
Carla felt uncomfortable when she looked into Bianca's eyes. Was she angry with her? Her sister's expression was unfathomable as she scanned Dillon's naked body and then looked back at Carla.
Bianca took a long drag of her cigarette. 'Do you want him to fuck you?'
Carla swallowed the lump of embarrassment that lodged in her throat like a boiled sweet. She shrugged and then shook her head, signs that she couldn't make up her own mind.
'I want you to. It would be fun to watch. What do you think, Dillon?' Bianca asked without looking at him, her eyes fixed on Carla's.
'I couldn't think of anything better,' Dillon replied. However, his voice had an air of hesitancy, and he was no doubt wondering if this was some trap that Bianca was setting for him.
Bianca's lips formed a circle and blew out a smoke ring. 'I bet it's always been your fantasy, hasn't it? To fuck two sisters?'
Dillon nodded. 'Of course. What guy wouldn't fantasise about that?'
Bianca stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray before spraying the air with rose-scented air freshener.
'Right then, we may as well get the party started. Oh, hang on. Carla didn't say whether she wanted to fuck you or not, did she? Well, do you?' Bianca stared at her sister.
Carla still wasn't sure. She certainly hadn't expected to lose her virginity like this. That was a fact. She'd clung to it with the romantic notion that she would save her virtue for someone special. She'd always thought that she would take things slowly.
She'd dreamt of a romantic trip to Paris and making gentle love in some posh five-star hotel. Instead, she was in her sister's bedroom, surrounded by a fug of smoke mixed with vile-smelling air freshener and a naked man who looked like he could do her some severe damage.
'Well?' Bianca repeated. 'Carla, I haven't got all night. If you don't want it, I might as well jump on, and you can fuck off back to your room like a good little girl. I've no time for all this hesitancy, to be honest.'
'Okay,' Carla said, her voice cracking.
Bianca grinned. 'Great. Right, Dillon, you be gentle with her, okay?'
Bianca undid the belt on Carla's bathrobe and lightly kissed her lips. 'It'll be okay,' she said tenderly. 'I'll be here to help and ensure you're safe.'
She stroked Carla's hair before slipping the bathrobe off her shoulders.
'Lie down and try to relax. Remember what I said before; it does hurt at first, but then your body slowly becomes accommodating, and then it's the most wonderful feeling ever.'
Carla wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but she was stuck in a no-win situation. If she said no, Bianca would be annoyed and would no doubt humiliate her. Plus, she would look like an idiot in front of Dillon.
Climbing onto the bed, Carla lay down and took some deep breaths as she felt her heart flutter like a panicked canary trapped in a mine full of gas.
'I said try to relax,' Bianca whispered in her ear. 'I will suck his cock and get it all nice and wet. Then I will guide his head down to your pussy so he can lick you and make you a little more ready. Okay? Now, for future reference, watch while I suck him.'
Bianca knelt on the bed in front of Dillon. His cock throbbed with pure lust, pulsating within an inch of its life. Carla decided to follow Bianca's advice. She might as well pay attention to what her sister was doing.
As Bianca teased the length of Dillon's cock with her tongue, Carla heard him groan with pleasure when Bianca took his length in her mouth while her fingers played with his ass.
The look of sheer ecstasy on Dillon's face made Carla's pussy throb slightly. Maybe this sex game, or whatever it was, wasn't too bad after all. She watched as a stream of saliva slid out of Bianca's mouth and dripped onto Dillon's cock, rivulets of juice trickling down his length onto his balls like raindrops descending a windowpane.