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I woke up with Bianca on my arm, the first light of dawn painting her serene. Checking the family discussion group, I smirked at Aunt Dina’s clueless rant about the cousins' drunken antics and her speculations about who Bianca might have run off with.

Bianca lay there, her sculpted body half-covered, breathing softly through her pulpy red lips. She resembled a renaissance painting in her peaceful slumber, her youth and searing beauty sending waves of affection through me. The memories of last night - our intense lovemaking on the balcony, her howls of pleasure as I relentlessly drove her to orgasm - were still fresh. She had been insatiable, urging me to keep pace, to keep filling her up, culminating in a fervent session on the bed. I remember collapsing beside her, panting as her moans subsided into deep sleep.

The morning light revealed the remnants of our passionate night, yellow stains of dried semen leaking out of her glazed cunt decorated our sheets. I quietly headed to the bathroom, trying not to wake her, to no avail. Soon, Bianca joined me, wrapping her arms around me. Her lips, though faded from last night's fervour, still held their vibrant shimmer, I ran my thumb on them. She knelt down and wrapped her hands around my cock, reigniting the fire we had stoked just hours ago, my shaft buried down her throat. Her mouth worked wonders, and despite my weak protest, she persisted, craving to taste me once more.

“Give me my breakfast” She moaned as a stream of cum painted her tongue, her making sure I saw her swallow every drop.

In the Uber back to her hotel, our casual flirtation escalated to the point where the driver warned us so we played prude. Her playful banter was met with my light-hearted quips, the tension between us palpable, I left her in the lobby to get dressed.

At the baptism hall, a frail Ethan and a radiant Val greeted me. Val’s fleeting touch and suggestive whispers hinted that she knew more than she let on about Bianca's and my escapades. The flirtatious energy between us hadn't waned.. Our laughter mingled in the air, carrying the promise of more forbidden moments. As the celebration extended into the night, Val and Bianca approached me with a mischievous plan. Despite Val's eye-roll at Bianca’s enthusiasm, the allure of a rare night out in America swayed her decision. Dressed provocatively as they joined me outside the lobby, they captivated everyone's attention.

At the club, Bianca reigned supreme, drawing in everyone with her magnetic presence. Our night was a joyous blend of dancing, drinking, laughter, and carefree revelry.

Stepping out for a cigarette, I was joined by a tipsy Val, her yearning for affection evident. The choice between her and Bianca was daunting, but Val's suggestion to share the night intrigued me.

Back in my room, a fantasy unfolded with both sisters.

“ Come here you two” I said as they emerged undressed from the bathroom.

II expertly arranged both of them on the bed in a doggy style position. My lips found Val’s pussy, exploring her intimately, while my fingers ventured into Bianca’s, teasing her with a gentle yet deliberate rhythm. As I attended to Val’s cunt, my fingers sought out Bianca’s g-spot and clit with my thumb. Her immediate reaction was to collapse onto her belly, emitting soft grunts as I applied pressure, my fingers brushing against her labia in a deliberate tease.

Before long, Bianca’s pursuit of Val’s lips transformed into surrender. The exchange of their passionate kiss was a vision of erotic elegance. I reclined, observing their intimacy, until their attention shifted towards me. With a coordinated effort, Bianca and Val descended on my cock, their wet mouths enveloping me in unison. Bianca’s focus was on the tip, while Val attended to the shaft – a dance of lips and tongues that enveloped me in sheer ecstasy.

The crescendo of our liaison approached as I positioned Val on her back, guiding Bianca to straddle her face. The sight of Bianca being pleasured by Val as I penetrated Val deeply was intoxicating. Their synchronized moans filled the room, urging me towards a point of no return.

“Who gets my load?” I pondered aloud.

Val’s response, laced with laughter, hinted at our shared history and the resulting consequences. “It’s my turn,” she declared, a playful acknowledgment of our past encounter that had led to very real outcomes. Yet, in that moment, caution was abandoned in favour of raw desire.

I positioned Bianca on her back and placed Val atop her in a calculated arrangement. Understanding dawned on them as I thrust with purpose fueled by passion and the anticipation of release. My culmination was inevitable, and as I reached my peak, I creampied Val, fulfilling her lighthearted request.

Bianca, acting on instinct, pressed her lips to Val’s cunt, capturing the escaping seed The sight was profoundly stirring, marking an apex of our shared experience.

The passion between us was unbridled to say the least.

The weekend became a blur of intimacy with Bianca as Val left to attend to her family. Her decision to stay with me, in America on Monday marked a new beginning. She told her parents she wasn’t returning home.

Aunt Dina's wink and Val's smile confirmed the family’s approval of our unorthodox path. No one, except them seemed to clue in that I was taking Bianca back home with me, I wanted her to be mine forever..

As we prepared to leave, packing the new wardrobe I bought her in the luggage we had picked up at the hotel store Bianca casually discarded her birth control, a symbolic gesture of our newfound bliss together.

“Won’t need this ever again,” She said.

We sent our baptism e-vites a year later.