Avery started fondling Kaia’s tits, first gently but soon getting more aggressive. Kaia, meanwhile, had a hand down on Avery’s thigh, rubbing around the inside and probably getting incrementally closer to the off limits zone. I’m not sure who did what first, but Kaia gasped when Av pinched her nipple and Av whimpered when our cousin wrapped her hand fully over Av’s panty-clad pussy.
I tensed for a moment as Kaia had clearly overstepped. Av stopped kissing, but her lips remained a fraction of an inch away, her breathing hard, skin flushed. Kaia didn’t move her hand.
“Yes or no?” Kaia’s question was soft, filled with an urgency and compassion.
Av merely whimpered, seemingly frozen. I didn’t know what that meant. I certainly didn’t want her uncomfortable, yet she looked like she was enjoying this.
“Alex?” Kaia didn’t look my way, her lips still nearly brushing Av’s. “Should I keep touching your sister’s pussy, even though she said I shouldn’t?”
I didn’t like being put on the spot. I also didn’t really trust my judgment while laying here with my cock buried in my cousin’s pussy.
“Only if she asks for it.”
Neither girl noticeably reacted to my words.
She rephrased the question. “Do you want me to touch her?”
“Same answer.”
Kaia extended her tongue and licked Avery’s lips. My cock throbbed at the sight. Av whimpered again and her grip on Kaia’s tit clearly got tighter.
“I think she’s waiting for you to give her permission to be naughty,” Kaia said, her voice low with lust.
The tension in the room was palpable. Why put it on me? Was it a power dynamic thing I didn’t quite understand? Or maybe just a guilt aversion strategy — “you told her to!” I wanted Av to look at me so I could read her eyes, but she remained frozen, facing Kaia, eyes closed.
Then I realized it wasn’t that complicated. Kaia was right. If Av didn’t want this, she’d already demonstrated a willingness to say as much. And each time she didn’t respond to Kaia made it that much clearer she really did want to be more directly involved. At least, that’s how I justified my answer.
“Touch her,” I said. “Under her panties.”
I think both girls were surprised with that qualifier I’d thrown on to the end. Avery didn’t object or even look my way, though. All I saw was the slightest shift in her body language, a strange juxtaposition of tension and relaxation. Kaia, on the other hand, smiled. She slid her hand up Avery’s pubic mound until her fingertips reached the waistband. Slowly, deliberately, Kaia slipped them under the fabric and began to reach back down for Avery’s pussy.
All I could do was watch in rapt attention. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew the moment Kaia’s fingers reached the mark. Avery gasped. A moment later, my sister savagely kissed Kaia, almost hard enough to knock her off balance. As soon as she could recover, Kaia was kissing back in kind. Her hand, in my sister’s panties, was now a rubbing without any hint of restraint.
That, of course, pushed me into action. I grabbed Kaia’s hips and began pumping up into her. She was so distracted, she simply held herself over me while I took control. We hit that combination of angle and lubrication where it felt like there was almost no resistance as I thrust in and out. A deep moan worked its way out of her mouth, around my sister’s tongue.