September straddled summer and autumn in Chicago, where Lake Michigan's breeze kept days warm but nights crisp. Inside the bedroom, Anirudh, Amy, and Aurora burned with a heat that drowned out the chill. Aurora's eyes followed Anirudh as he moved with relentless rhythm over her sister, her own desire igniting—a wildfire urging her to trade places and let Anirudh consume her.
"Oh, Aurora, it's too much!" Amy gasped, her moans sharp with ecstasy. Her nightgown hung in tatters, straps fallen, baring her curves. The fabric bunched at her waist, legs parted, cheeks flushed, fingers digging into the pillow.
Anirudh's size was staggering—thick and long, striking her core like a storm. Waves of bliss crashed over her, sending her to peak after peak. Drained, she never dreamed intimacy could feel this divine.
Anirudh, though, was unstoppable. Thirty minutes in, he was still charged, his arousal fiercer than ever. Raised on martial arts, he felt no strain. Seeing Amy helpless beneath him, he flashed a smug grin.
Her pleas went ignored. He cupped her breast, driving harder, determined to break her completely.
"Darling, I'm burning—take me!" Aurora finally begged, pressing against him. She arched, her hips a perfect curve, her waist swaying like a dancer, radiating seduction.
Glancing at the spent Amy, then at Aurora's ravenous gaze, Anirudh pulled back. Kneeling, he gripped Aurora's waist and slid into her.
"Oh!" Aurora's moan sent a jolt through him. He tightened his grip, plunging deep.
"Oh!" Another cry as he hit her core.
"Like that?" Anirudh grinned, ready to reclaim control after her teasing.
"So good—faster!" Aurora's voice was raw with need, spurring him into a frenzy. He moved like a predator, his pace relentless.
Slap, slap, slap—the room pulsed with their rhythm, Aurora soaring to climax after climax. Amy, limp nearby, watched him claim her sister. As her haze lifted, shyness mixed with a strange thrill. Her heart pounded. She'd never imagined this, yet she reveled in it. Why?
A thought sparked: What if this never ended?
"So good… I'm losing it!" Aurora's cries grew frantic, urging him on. Her tightening grip pushed him to the edge.
"Aurora, I'm done!" Anirudh growled, his rhythm wild.
"Inside me!" Aurora demanded, lost in the moment. Their bodies quaked together, hitting the peak of bliss.
Aurora collapsed, spent, onto the bed. Anirudh slumped atop her, drained. Amy, stirring, rolled close, their heads brushing together.
"Was it good, Amy?" Aurora murmured, her eyes fluttering open with a faint smile.
"Unreal," Amy nodded, still reeling.
"Do you hate me for this?" Aurora asked softly.
"Not a chance," Amy said, shaking her head. She might've blamed Aurora at first, but after that intensity, how could she?
"Good. I was scared you'd think I stole your man," Aurora said, exhaling.
"Hmph, he's not mine," Amy scoffed.
"Then I'm claiming him," Aurora teased with a wink.
"Take him. What's yours is mine," Amy grinned, feeling closer to her sister than ever.
"Love that," Aurora laughed. "Hear that, bad boy? You're ours."
"No arguments here," Anirudh muttered, wiped out. Taking on two stunners—one shy, one wild—had left him empty.
"You're the one who won," Amy teased, still stunned by his stamina.
"What, you didn't enjoy it? Round two?" Anirudh smirked.
"You serious?" Aurora shot back, skeptical.
"Try me," he grinned, shifting. His arousal stirred again, startling her.
"You animal—how are you ready?" Aurora gasped. Amy was done, and even she felt shaky, yet he was raring to go?
"Heh," Anirudh chuckled, about to speak when his face froze.
"Someone's opening the door downstairs…"