They exchange a few more words in Portuguese, then Paulo clarifies that they are okay with not going upstairs, but that they still want tak-tak and they will pay the price of the demi-bouteille, pointing again at the menu.
Lena wholeheartedly but almost voicelessly curses in Russian with a big smile on her face, saying something like, ‘You are stupid and tight-assed idiots who get what they deserve,’ then loudly announces, ‘Okay!’
I almost fall off my chair and turn to my sister with big surprise in my eyes. She smiles at me and winks, indicating that I must not worry and just follow her lead.
Fernando grins in anticipation and juicily tongues his lips. At the same time, Paulo suspects there is something wrong and starts shaking his head, manifesting his doubt about her sudden go-ahead. Lena smirks confidently, steps closer to Paulo, pressing her breasts against his arm, and purrs into his ear, ‘Tak-tak… demi-bouteille… okay.’ Then, after a tasty pause that is filled with Paulo’s mistrust and suspicion, continues, ‘Apres… changer… tak-tak’[4] followed by gestures that without a doubt mean that my sister is insane. Besides, she promises them sex in the semi-private lounge, which we can’t do; on top of that, she suggests that we swap partners at some stage!
You should see their faces! As soon as the images of Lena’s tale swallow up their minds, all reason and common sense desert even Paulo.
They quickly swipe their cards and a few minutes later we are hugging on the two couches, not far from each other – me with Fernando and Lena with Paulo.
If the lounge area wasn’t dimmed out to the extent that over the distance of a meter we couldn’t really see each other, we would look like two couples who are madly in love, with chilled bottles of champagne in ice buckets, in full readiness for the half an hour of lust that Lena has promised the men.
Fernando starts kissing me, intensely pushing in his tongue and greedily smashing against my body as if there is no tomorrow. I let him do it, but respond by moving as frigidly as I can, trying to keep the moment at which he eventually decides to drop his pants as far away as possible. At the same time, my crazy sister moans excessively and passionately, ‘Oh, mon amour,’[5] making it extremely difficult to keep the fellow cool.
What is wrong with you, Lena?! Why can’t you just shut up?! I am so angry that all I want right now is to get up and smack her in the head!
After ten minutes of impulsive foreplay, and a few seconds before it’s too late, Lena exclaims, ‘Non! Tres chaud! Tres chaud! Changer!’[6]
The guys priggishly smile at each other in a fever of excitement and let us swap places. And we start our foreplay all over again, but this time me with Paulo, and Lena with Fernando, wasting the precious half an hour. When the next ten minutes are finished, Lena pushes Fernando away, angrily looks at Paulo and me, and clamours, ‘Jaloux! Tres jaloux. Mon amour! Changer! Changer!’[7] We swap again and waste the last ten minutes the same way. Precisely half an hour later, my sister pushes her amour away and stiffly proposes that the men buy another bottle, because, ‘Ooopsy!’, their time is up.
Obviously, they can’t afford another session. A wave of annoyance coats the dialogue in which they most probably share the realisation that they have just been fooled. To avoid complaints, Lena takes Paulo’s phone number and promises to go on a date with him, which is as generous and fake as the offer she made them half an hour ago.
Our hot dates leave the club with a disappointment that they overlay with miserly smiles, thinking about the possibility of seeing my sister outside the club.
Trust me, Lena gives me an even bigger shock than the one our not-so-bright-clients just received! I would never have imagined that she was capable of something like that…
A few days later, Natalia bowls me over with her working style as well, putting me in the same stupor as my middle sister had. I see her chatting to the guy at the bar, as if they’ve been friends for some time already, and finishing the second piccolo. Then she waves to me. I approach. She introduces us and asks if he wouldn’t mind me joining them. His name is J.P., which is short for Jean-Paul or Jean-Pierre; I don’t remember exactly. He happens to be a friendly and compliant guy, who, without hesitating, asks the barman to open a piccolo for me too.
As soon as we finish our first toast of the new acquaintance, and have a little chit-chat about the shared resemblances of and the differences between us three sisters, Natalia hugs J.P., putting her head on his shoulder while wrapping him in a playfully seductive look. She asks, ‘Do you think you want to do it?’
J.P. blushes and awkwardly looks away, but Natalia tightens her hug and continues in the same manner, ‘Hey, baby, you must stop with your endless modesty and use this opportunity, though that red colour looks very cute on your face. Let’s do it! You will never have another two sisters who are as beautiful and as devoted, and who are ready to jump into your fantasy world and make it really…’ she pauses, widens her smile and then finishes, ‘… really special for you.’ I have no clue what Natalia is talking about but I keep smiling and nodding my head, showing that I am one hundred per cent in. This time he looks at both of us and says, ‘I want to do it, but let’s have a few more drinks first.’
Natalia smiles, ‘Sure.’ I nod again. We order more champagne for ourselves and a double whisky for J.P.
The alcohol is doing its job. Less than an hour later, J.P. stops blushing and even starts telling us some dirty jokes. At the same time, he becomes so confident, or I would say so drunk, that he puts his hand under my skirt and softly but possessively smashes my ass underneath it, while whispering something flirtatious into Natalia’s ear.
Another few double whiskies later, J.P. stands up and drunkenly babbles something indistinct but apparently very clear to my sister, because she jumps off her stool too and pulls him upstairs. While he is unsteadily swiping his credit card, I try to slip away to the bathroom, but get caught by Natalia, who whispers, ‘Don’t go anywhere, we’ll need it in a few minutes’. And before I manage to put two and two together and realise what we’re about to do, she drags us both into the room.
In Natalia’s words, my role for the next hour is very simple. I am supposed to pee in J.P.’s mouth while he is getting a blowjob from my sister. She explains this in a way that sounds like she has just asked me to go to the shop and get a baguette for breakfast, nothing more!
We start with the ordinary threesome foreplay, kissing and undressing each other. I keep swilling down one glass after another in between the caressing and smooching, trying to accept the inevitable and help out my bladder. Some time later, Natalia slips down onto her knees and starts sucking him. I take my shoes off and climb on the couch, standing with my legs wide open so that J.P. is positioned right between them with my pussy on his face. He drops his head on the back of the couch and opens his mouth in readiness to consume. Everything is set for J.P.’s fantasy incarnation but my bladder.
… oh my fuck, I actually cannot do it!
Have you ever tried to pee into a man’s mouth, standing naked on the couch while your sister is sucking his balls and watching you do it? My brain cannot agree with where I have chosen to empty my bladder, and refuses to send the signal to my urinary tract!