The lobby was calm and understated, the kind of quiet that felt intentional rather than empty. Marble floors stretched beneath our feet, veined softly in gray and cream, their surface dulled just enough to avoid looking flashy. The lighting was low and warm, recessed fixtures casting an even glow that softened the edges of the space instead of drawing attention to them.

Not nearly as grand as the hotel I was staying in—no soaring ceilings or dramatic chandeliers—but expensive enough to feel insulated from the outside world. Safe. Quiet. Temporary… one look and one would know the prices were rocket high. Fuck me, I could alreay feel my wallter crying. Even though money wasn't a problem anymore, I didn't like spending it like an idiot. But, oh well, what choice did I have now?

We crossed the lobby toward the front desk, its stone counter smooth and unmarked. As we drew closer, a woman looked up from her computer and offered a polished, welcoming smile.

"Good morning. How may I assist you?"

"I'm looking for a room for two," I said. "Day use. Just a few hours."

She nodded without missing a beat. "Certainly. One bed or two?"

"Doesn't matter."

Esme glanced at me, then away, a faint flush rising to her cheeks.

"Of course," the receptionist said, typing. "May I see your ID, please?"

I slid it across the counter.

"Our day-use rate is four hundred," she continued. "Will you be paying with cash or card?"

"Card."

After paying for the room, Esme's eyes opened widely, looking at me. Damn, four hundred? That was a robbery. But I couldn't really back off since she was with me. Plus, I was kinda desperate to put my head on a pillow and just close my eyes. God, yesterday was so… adventurous.

"You're all set. Fourth floor. Checkout is flexible this afternoon—just let us know if you need anything extended."

"Thank you."

I took the key and turned to Esme, gesturing toward the elevators.

"Come on. Let's get some rest."

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After about six hours of rest, we finally made it back to Cora's place.

Nothing exciting had happened at the hotel. I'd been out cold the second my head hit the pillow, and Esme hadn't been any different. Honestly, I had no idea how this girl managed to sleep that much. Even on the drive back, she'd yawned so hard I thought her jaw might dislocate.

For some reason, I couldn't picture her holding down a normal job. What would she even do? Gymnastics? Would that actually pay? Or would she fall asleep mid-routine and snap something in half? Yeah. Probably that.

The door opened before we could knock.

Cora stood there frozen for half a second, one hand flying to her chest as she sucked in a sharp breath. It was like she'd been holding it in all night. Then she moved, fast, grabbing Esme by the shoulders and pulling her into a crushing hug.

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a quiet smile. This was family. Messy, loud, worried-to-death family. I'd always wondered what that felt like. I mean, my mother and father were a good sort, no doubt about that. But… hey, I always wanted a sibling, though.

"You—gah—idiot," Cora muttered, tightening her grip. "Idiot. Idiot."

"Ghk, Sister," Esme wheezed. "I'm—dying—here."

Cora finally pulled back and flicked her forehead.

"Ow!" Esme hissed, rubbing the spot as she shuffled inside, shoulders slumped, feet dragging toward her room.

Cora watched her sister head toward her room, eyes following her until she disappeared from view. Only then did she turn back to me, a grateful smile settling on her face. I could tell the tension was slowly draining from her, just by the way her posture softened.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "I was so worried about her."

"Fell asleep on the bus," I replied lightly. "Not exactly a thrilling adventure."

Cora let out a breath that sounded halfway to a laugh. "That girl…"

"I still don't get how she didn't wake up when the bus stopped," I added. "She takes her beauty sleep seriously."

Cora lingered in the doorway, hands clasped behind her back. She looked at me, then away, then back again, clearly working up the courage to say something.

"Um," she started, pointing toward the living room. "Would you… like to come in? I mean—so I can thank you properly. We bought ice cream yesterday. The expensive kind."

"In this weather?" I raised a brow. "Ice cream?"

Her ears practically turned red. "I—I didn't buy them on purpose. The guy in front of me changed his mind and didn't buy his ice creams, and the cashier thought they were mine. I didn't correct her and just… paid."

I snorted softly. "Cora. You could've just said they weren't yours."

She ducked her head, smiling awkwardly. "That's… hard for me."

She stepped aside, and I followed her in.

The apartment was small, but spotless. The kitchen and living room were just fused together, everything neat and carefully placed. It felt lived-in without being cluttered. Comfortable. Cleaner than my old place ever was, that was for sure. After that storm, I was almost certain some of the windows back home had cracked, that the place was probably in ruins by now. There was no way it would've held up.

I took a seat on one of the stools by the counter, my back to the TV. To my right was the bathroom door. The same bathroom where Cora kept Charlotte in.

"S-so," Cora said, opening the freezer and peeking inside. "Which flavor do you like?"

"Strawberry," I replied.

Her face brightened. "We have that."

"Then I'm sold."

Cora pulled two small tubs from the freezer—one strawberry, one chocolate swirl—and grabbed spoons from a drawer. She handed me the strawberry with a shy smile, then peeled the lid off her own.

"Here," she said, sliding onto the stool beside me.

I took a spoonful, letting the cold cream melt on my tongue. "Hey, this is delicious. Creamy… perfect amount of strawberry chunks."

She beamed, cheeks pink. "I'm glad. I wasn't sure if you'd like it."

We ate in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft clink of spoons against plastic.

Then Esme shuffled in, yawning wide, hair tousled She'd changed into tiny hotpants that hugged her thick thighs and a loose tank top that did nothing to hide her curves. She wasn't fat—just soft and full in all the right places, hips wide, breasts heavy and round, the kind of body that made you look twice.

She dropped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, pulling her legs up cross-legged. The hotpants rode up, and from my angle at the counter, I caught a flash—her pussy lips outlined against the thin fabric, a soft patch of hair visible, not too much, just enough to make it… 'real.'

My cock twitched, hardening fast under the counter. I cleared my throat, shifting on the stool, and focused hard on my ice cream.

I took another bite, trying to ignore the growing ache in my pants.

Esme looked up from her phone. "Feels good."

"Mm?" Cora asked, mouth full of ice cream.

"Being home," Esme clarified, stretching lazily on the couch.

I chuckled. "Home sweet home, huh?"

Another comfortable silence settled as we ate. Esme stayed sprawled on the couch, legs still crossed, hotpants riding high. My eyes flicked down again—her pussy lips outlined perfectly against the thin fabric, soft hair visible, pink and inviting. My cock stirred under the counter, hardening despite the exhaustion from last night.

I needed a distraction fast.

Before I could speak, a soft moan came from behind me.

I turned slowly.

Esme had shifted, now lying back on the couch—one leg draped lazily over the armrest, the other bent and planted on the cushion. Her hotpants were still on, but her hand had slipped inside the waistband, fingers moving in slow circles over her pussy as she watched something on her phone, earbuds in.

Cora noticed too, freezing mid-bite.

Esme and Cora shared a look—Esme's lazy and unashamed, Cora's wide-eyed and flustered.

"What?" Esme asked, not stopping her fingers. "You two fucked without a care in the world that day. In the bathroom."

"But…" Cora stammered, face turning red. "You…"

"Just don't mind me," Esme said, voice breathy as her fingers moved a little faster. "There's a giant bug in the bedroom. That's why I'm here. Put up with me a bit… just like I put up with you two."

I chuckled faintly, leaning toward Cora. "Hey, she isn't wrong."

Cora glanced at me, then back at her sister, biting her lip.

I glanced again—Esme's fingers were moving faster now, hotpants stretched tight, the outline of her pussy clear as she rubbed her clit in small circles.

My cock was fully hard now, straining against my pants.

I reached under the counter, grabbed Cora's hand, and guided it to my bulge. She startled, eyes widening, but then a slow, creepy smile spread across her face.

She slid her stool closer, unzipped my pants quietly, and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking slow and firm.

I exhaled, leaning back slightly as she worked me.

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