Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 20: Let’s get Started

The plates were cleared, coffee mugs refilled. Sasha leaned against the counter sipping her second cup, legs crossed at the ankles. Blair was perched on the island stool, one boot tapping an absent rhythm. Raven stood at the sink rinsing the last fork, sleeves pushed up to her elbows. Lana sat at the table still, robe loose around her shoulders, idly tracing the rim of her mug with a fingertip.

The silence wasn’t tense anymore. It was full. Heavy with everything unsaid that had finally been said.

Then Blair set her mug down with a quiet clink.

"So," she said, voice low but carrying. "We gonna keep pretending we’re just gonna eat toast and talk feelings all day?"

Sasha snorted. "Speak for yourself. I’ve been wet since I walked in the door and saw him sitting there with his dick still half out."

Raven turned off the tap. Dried her hands slowly. When she faced them again her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were steady.

"I’m not pretending," she said. "I’m just... scared. Last night felt like falling off a cliff. And I liked the fall. But what happens when we hit the bottom?"

Lana looked up. "We don’t hit the bottom. We keep falling. Together."

Blair laughed—short, surprised. "Jesus, Lana. When did you get poetic?"

"When your brother and your dad double-teamed me on the living-room floor," Lana replied without missing a beat. "Changes a girl’s perspective."

That got a ripple of laughter—real, relieved, ragged around the edges.

Leo had been quiet. He sat at the head of the table, elbows on the wood, staring at his own hands like they belonged to someone else. When he finally spoke his voice was rough, like he’d swallowed gravel.

"I don’t want to hurt any of you," he said. "Not like that. Not ever. But I also don’t think I can go back to... normal. Whatever normal was."

Sasha walked over. She just stood behind his chair, hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Her thumbs moved in slow circles against the tense muscle there.

"Then don’t," she said simply. "We don’t do normal. Not anymore."

Blair slid off the stool. Crossed to him. She didn’t touch him yet—just leaned down until her lips were near his ear.

"You locked your dad in a room last night," she murmured. "You claimed us. All of us. And yeah—it was hot as fuck. But if we’re doing this, we do it right. No hiding. No shame. No pretending one of us is more important than the others."

Raven came closer too. She didn’t speak—just reached out and took Leo’s hand. Turned it palm-up. Pressed her own against it. Their fingers laced.

Lana stayed seated, but she leaned forward. "I’m married," she said quietly. "Technically. I still have a ring in my pocket upstairs. But last night... I didn’t think about him once after the first thrust. Not once. That scares me. And it frees me."

She looked at each of them in turn.

"I don’t know what we call this. Family? Coven? Fuck-buddies with feelings? But I know I’m not going back to pretending I’m satisfied with half-measures. Not after last night."

Leo’s throat worked. He looked up—first at Sasha, then Blair, then Raven, then Lana.

"I’m in," he said. Simple. Final. "Whatever this is. I’m in."

Sasha’s hands tightened on his shoulders.

"Good boy," she whispered.

Then she leaned down and kissed him—slow, deep, claiming. Not frantic like last night. Deliberate. When she pulled back her lips were wet, eyes dark.

Blair was next. She straddled his lap without warning—skirt riding up, bare pussy pressing hot against the bulge in his sweatpants. She didn’t grind yet. Just cupped his face and kissed him softer than anyone expected. When she broke away she rested her forehead against his.

"We’re not losing you to this," she said. "Not to guilt. Not to chaos. You’re ours. And we’re yours. Deal?"

"Deal," Leo breathed.

Raven moved. She knelt between his spread thighs—right there at the kitchen table—pushed his knees wider, and pressed her cheek against the hard length trapped under cotton. She didn’t stroke him. Just nuzzled. Breathed him in.

"I’ve never felt safe being this greedy before," she murmured against his cock. "Thank you for letting me be greedy with you."

Lana watched it all—eyes shining, robe slipping further off one shoulder. She slid off her chair, walked around the table, and stood behind Raven. Wrapped her arms around the older woman from behind. Kissed the side of her neck.

"We’re all greedy," Lana said. "And we’re all safe here."

Blair finally rolled her hips—slow, teasing grind against Leo’s cock.

"So," she purred. "Breakfast is done. Feelings are shared. Who wants to take this upstairs before I spontaneously combust?"

Sasha laughed—low, wicked.

"I vote we don’t make it upstairs."

She reached down, tugged Leo’s waistband lower. His cock sprang free—still impossibly hard, veins standing out, head slick.

Raven didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth—slow, reverent, eyes locked on his. Lana knelt beside her, licking along the shaft wherever Raven’s lips weren’t.

Blair stood, shimmied out of her skirt, climbed onto the table, and spread her legs right in front of Leo’s face.

"Eat me while they worship your cock," she ordered softly. "Make me cum on your tongue. Then we’ll switch."

Sasha stayed standing—watching, touching herself lazily through her skirt.

"Slow," she said. "We’ve got all day. No rush. No violence. Just... us."

Leo groaned against Blair’s pussy—already licking, already tasting her.

The kitchen filled with soft moans, wet sounds, whispered names.

No one rushed.

No one fought.

They just took turns—tasting, touching, fucking, holding—until the morning light turned gold and the table became their altar.