I have always dreaded visiting family. It feels dull and fake, always wearing my mask. However it is something I rarely regret since there's always something to salvage out of the experience. Oftentimes it is outings with friends and what have you. This time, it was something far more intense than I could've ever planned.

Second night in, I found myself as the subject in a bidding war between a girl I fooled around with when we were teenagers (L), and a lover kept in the on and off status by unfortunate timing (J).

L, the graceful: 22, just a year younger than me at the time. Stands tall enough to match my eyesight and carries the body of the skilled dancer she is. A body which will magically fall into the most captivating pose at any given moment as if trying to be forever captured in a painting.

J, the daring: 24. Ever so slightly shorter than L and me. Her body tells the tales of passion with no regrets, soft and welcoming to the touch but believe it will be hers touching yours first.

It all started when J suddenly showed up at the bar where L and I were. L had gone to the restroom and J must have seen us a while back. She came by and took L's seat next to me. She teased me about it and I knew she always kind of disliked L.

I was totally expecting L to consider the night ruined and just go home after some small talk. To my surprise, a gentle kiss graced my cheek while a dancing hand avdanced through my back to land on the back of my neck. L had come back and she seemed to want to prove a point.

Drunkenness is not great for memory so I can't tell you how it went verbatim, all I know is the next 15mins felt like watching Mean Girls with the way they threw subtle zingers at each other.

Despite their apparent animosity the conversation flowed quite effortlessly. That's not to say it was amicable. I felt the constant need to focus on the drink in my hand and, before I knew it we were one upping and challenging eachother shot after shot after shot.

The challenges eventually took us to a house J was looking after from a family that only set foot in that house for a few weeks a year. A real shame. The house had old bones but was nicely renovated. The huge open spaces made us stay very close to each other since we refused to turn on the main lights, making it so the walls were not just far from us, but also kept dark.

The walk to the house had been less tense than our time at the bar. The calm night and the soft breeze definitely had a sobering effect on us. However they still kept their antics, both holding my hand and eventually leaning on me so I grab their waists. J kept provoking L with tales of our history, saying she won't know how I like things. L kept mute but smirked at J while guiding my hand to her chest.

Finally at the house, as we crossed through the door, J took advantage of L's curiosity towards the new space to push my back against the door and aggressively make out with me.

L: Hey, mind if I use the bathroom?

J: Sure, take your time. — She said between breaths.

L: ...where is it? — She said rightfully annoyed.

J: oh you'll find it — She continued as she dived into my neck.

A(me): Hey, be a good hostess.

J: Maybe I kick you both out.

A: If you actually want to stop, then sure. Otherwise, let's find that tequila we left here last time.

J stomped towards the kitchen in the dark. When I heard the sounds of cabinets being opened and closed along with glass clinking, I fixed my clothes and joined her in the kitchen. I thanked J and gave her a deep, slow kiss while I unbuttoned my shirt and guided her hands through my chest.

L's phone light peeked through the door as music got louder. She came in the room and told us how the house was too quiet so she put music for ambience. J rushed to her bag to conjure up a Bluetooth speaker so we finally had our own dark, slightly creepy yet charming, liquor limited bar.

Back in the bathroom, L had taken the liberty of taking off her top and shorts. The lack of prying eyes meant a rise in our dares' lewdness.

L grabbed a shot, placed it on her cleavage, and dared me to drink it using just my mouth. J jumped at the opportunity and grabbed my hands to keep them on my back. I obliged and faced L, getting up close and personal, I descended slowly towards her chest, letting my breath clash against L's skin. Once I secured my lips around the rim, I buried my face deeper in her breasts for a second then leaned back in a swift motion to let the tequila slide down my throat.

As J freed my hands I took the glass shot on my hand and stepped to L until our noses touched. I placed the base of the glass against her lips and told her to hold it for me. Then, I guided her gently while I sat down on the floor and placed her face on my lap looking up. J slowly poured the tequila into the shot L's mouth held, careful to not spill it on her face.

J took the chance and began a brief striptease now that L couldn't move. L caught her with the corner of her eye and sounded out what I can only imagine was a high pitched “come ooooon!“ J made sure to unbutton her shirt slowly revealing she's not wearing a bra, but she never does. I enjoyed the show and let my hand wonder through L's soft skin while the other held and caressed her head on my lap. After the buttons, she did away with her shorts and stood in front of me. She came close enough to grinding herself on my face but she slowly knelt down and started kissing me.

L's view must have been just our chests pressing against eachother framed by our open shirts hitting her face over and over. J took to kissing me down my neck, making her way down my stomach. After they were done with me, her lips slid down the glass all the way to its base, meeting L's own lips where she briefly paused. She then got up to down the shot. I saw her gears turn trying to come up with a way to make L drink hers. Coincidentally, L asked exactly that as she turned her face towards my body, rubbing her face on my crotch.

Tempted to just hold her head there and forget about shots altogether, I found all my strength to get up and order L to stay on her knees. I grabbed J by her hair and took the bottle with us. I sat on the counter and leaned J back towards me, so she was facing L. L's instructions now were simple: don't get up, come here and lick the booze off J's body as I pour it down her cleavage.

As she approached us in all fours I tensed my grip on J's hair and in perfect sync with L's tongue meeting J's body I began to pour tequila off my lover's chest for my teenage crush to lick off her body. She followed the stream up to finally stop it with her mouth kissing the bottle.

Immediately we began to furiously make out with J trapped between us. Now J and L were pretty much covered in booze, exposed skin pressing against each other as our bodies ached to get closer. I stepped down from the counter and slowly stood in front of J. L and I swiftly took to licking the rest of the booze off J's body and took turns on sucking on her nipples.

J's hands can't stay still so she undid my shorts (yes, she and I were dressed very similar) and reached under my boxer briefs to stroke my dick. I kicked my shorts out the way as they fell and let my face collapse on her body as her hand hugged my cock. My moans piqued L's interest and prompted her to finish taking my clothes off.

I let myself get lost in the pleasure and soon found myself with my back against the wall while J's hand moved along my cock at the rhythm of her hips, which she rocked back and forth against my own. To her left was L having a feast between my neck, mouth, and chest. Her competitive side arose again and she pushed J out of the way as her hands took over pleasing me. She knelt amd looked at me with hunger and lust.

With a firm grip on me, L slowly placed my tip on her flat tongue she kept on display to tease me. It felt warm to the touch and made me impatient for what's to come. As her lips sealed around me she moaned and stroked in a slow, wavelike manner.

J, offended by L's intrusion, came close to me.

J: you like her mouth?

A: I do — I said nearly whimpering.

L: Mmmhhh — She let out in satisfaction.

J: Let me show you what he *really** likes*

J stood behind L and grabbed her hair in a messy bun with one hand, while the other held her jaw. This way, she kept L's head locked to her hips as she began pushing my way cautiosly. I let out a deep moan as I felt L's throat tighten around me, her eyes wide open with a mix of worry, surprise, and pride. J kept teasing me and L, telling her how she has to up her game and take me in deeper. She slowly increased the pace until she lost patience and yanked L out of the way, who quickly stopped herself from falling on her back.

J took L's place while she told her to watch and learn and immediately took me in fully, coughing past her barrier.

L tried to rush back to my dick but I grabbed her head and placed it on my hip, giving her a front row view of J's performance while she got her breath back. Somehow they managed to keep eye contact with each other like I wasn't even part of their little competition.

J's incessant head thrusts had me damn near cumming right then and there, so I finally grabbed her head and kept her pushed to the deepest she'd go. As my cock throbbed inside J's throat my moans were interrupted by L:

L: Wait are you cumming?

A: Not quite, but nearly. — I managed to say between heavy breaths.

I knew if I stopped there I'd have an experience close to orgasm without actually reaching it. I'm glad it worked out because I still had about a million more ways I wanted to please and be pleased.

I let go of J who leaned back with her hands on the floor. Breathless from her challenging feat and covered in light sweat and heavy spit to prove her efforts she switched her focus between L and I with pride. Her chest pulsing as her lungs try to recover.

Strings of thick saliva hang off of me. With my index finger, I pick up the drop of precum gathering at the tip. My other hand still has L's head locked to my hip, so I turn her to look up at me and, in a slow brush, I paint her bottom lip with the sample of my pleasure.

The night continued leading us to the bedroom and their competition kept coming in waves, coming and going depending on how deeply lost we are in our physical selves. The best moments were those of contrast were they'd make a collaborative effort to our collective pleasure and suddenly remember their feud and aggressively showed the other who can do me best.

After all, as I said, the trip was worth it.