You go back to the kitchen and pull out the pots, pans, mixers and other implements you'll need for cooking. They're the same ones mom used, back then... Cerise kept them, even though she never uses them herself.
The sight of them fills you with warm thoughts. But also some bitter ones, too.
You try to put it all out of mind.
All this stuff is stashed away in the lower cabinets, well out of reach, and by the time you have it sorted out, you're already feeling a little bit daunted. Now you have to clean this stuff too, since it's been kept in dusty storage for so long.
Hopefully, cooking invigorates you. Usually, it does.
"Mr... Mr. Ally?"
You turn your head. Alex is standing at the threshold of the kitchen, bare naked - except for the apron from Cerise's maid costume, which just barely covers his intimate parts.
Cerise appears now, standing behind Alex. Her arms are folded, and she grins like a lioness above a felled gazelle.
"Alex offered to help us tonight," she says. "Isn't that right?"
He nods, silent, blushing.
"You came at the right time," you tell Alex. He can't even maintain eye contact with you. "Get these dishes washed for me, okay?"
You indicate the pile of cooking utensils in the sink.
"Ah-- I--" Alex stammers. He knows if he stands at the sink, you'll have a clear view of his backside.
"Come on," you say. "They're not going to wash themselves."
Alex steps uncertainly to the sink, turns on the tap, and gets to work. He's diligent, despite the embarrassing circumstances, and cleans each item with exacting attention to detail before setting it in the dish strainer off to the side.
You stand behind him, leaning your tailbone against the countertop opposite the sink, watching. Cerise joins you. Alex's perfectly round and smooth butt bounces in time to his scrubbing. You can see just the very tip of his penis hanging down from between his legs.
The kitchen is tiny, and Alex can clearly hear your conversation, but that doesn't stop Cerise whatsoever:
"How did you find such a perfect trap to turn into a fuckbuddy?" She says. Alex tenses at this. "I can't believe someone like him could really exist."
You shrug. "Lucky, I guess. You should thank Whitney, though. She's the one who got me into his pants."
"Trust me, I'll definitely thank her. That dumb skank finally did something useful."
You turn to look Cerise in the eye. "I want to be clear here," you say, "I'm not gay."
"Of course you're not," Cerise says, licking her lips. She steps forward and puts her hands on Alex's shoulders. Alex goes rigid. He's blushing so hard you can see even the back of his neck turning a bit red -- he's utterly mortified.
You realize that Cerise, who isn't THAT tall for a girl, is still a little bit taller than Alex. There's no denying it: Alex was made to be bullied around.
"Who could fault you for wanting to have sex with a pretty little thing like this?" Cerise says, petting the top of Alex's head. "Any man would."
"Exactly my point," you say. "I'm glad at least someone understands." As nonchalant as the conversation is, you can feel your cock hardening by the second.
Cerise squats down, and unceremoniously lays a hand on either globe of Alex's ass. She spreads the cheeks now, baring the pale pink rosebud of Alex's hole. "...And who could fault you for wanting to get inside a gorgeous pussy like this?" Cerise breathes.
Alex makes a choked "chhh--" sound. He shivers.
"I didn't tell you to stop working," you tell him sternly.
With trembling hands, Alex does his best to keep cleaning the dishes. It's hard for him with both you and Cerise examining his asshole, and he works at a slow pace. He keeps making uncertain, fearful little whinnies too.
"It's so small..." Cerise says. Her voice is full of lust and wonder. "You really got your dick inside him? You made it fit?"
"All the way," you say. "He opens up pretty nicely if you use a little force."
Cerise curls her lips into an O and blows a few quick breaths against Alex's opening. He bows his head, knees knocking together, hardly able to take even this minor stimulation.
"That is so cute," Cerise says, grinning broadly. "I really want to see what he's like with some dick up him... I want to see you fuck him..."
"Mr. Ally..." Alex whines, as if asking for help. But no help is going to come.
Cerise surprises you: she leans in, sticks her tongue out, and licks Alex's asshole. Alex moans and bucks his hips wildly, as if trying to escape, but Cerise has him pinned against the sink. You hear for a few moments the wet slurping sound of Cerise's searching tongue. You see the erotic sight of her face buried in Alex's ass, working him over. Alex's little dick is as hard as you've ever seen it, and you glimpse him pressing it against the door of the cabinet below the sink, writhing a bit, getting some minor relief from the pressure of his own weight.
Cerise pulls back. Alex's boypussy is wet and shiny with her saliva in the fluorescent lighting.
She looks up at you. "He's ready... fuck him, Alabaster. Shove your dick in him..."
You're ready, too. You pull your pants off, your boxers too, leaving yourself naked from the waist down. You get in position behind Alex, bracing yourself against his shoulders.
"Be... be gentle..." he begs you.
Cerise doesn't get up. Instead she settles down, sitting on her butt directly beneath you and Alex. She cranes her head up, watching where the two of you are about to be mated.
She proves to be an enthusiastic helper here, too. Before you reach down for your throbbing cock to guide it home, Cerise is already there. She grabs you with one hand and guides the tip of your dick to Alex's quivering hole. There's something demented but deliciously perverted about your older sister helping you rape this defenseless boy, and it makes you tingle with pleasure at the thought of it.
"Do it," she breathes.
You do it. You slam forward, forcing your cock past the puckered outer ring in one thrust. Alex opens up for you like a trained whore. His voice is staccato and girlish as he moans to the sensation of being raped.
Cerise watches transfixed at the lewd sight inches from her face. Her jaw hangs slack and her eyes glimmer, unblinking.You glance back, and see that at some point she tugged her pants down just far enough to expose her plump pussy. She has both hands working it at a frenzied pace. One hand fondles her clit while the other works three fingers in and out. The sound of your sister masturbating adds to the obscene sound of your cock squelching in and out of Alex's soft, tight fuckhole. His insides are like velvet against you.
Even though he asked you to be gentle with him, you're not: you slam in and out of him, desperate to find your own relief, banging Alex roughly against the cabinets and sink. The tap runs unattended, Alex having given up all pretense of actually washing the dishes - he's as pliable as clay in your hands, unable to do anything but let you fuck him as you may.
"Ally... Ally..." he says. His voice is small and stuttering. "Please... p-please s-- please s--"
"Out with it," you grunt, still fucking him.
"P-please say mean things to m-me..."
Below you, Cerise hisses. "Fffuck," she says. "Fuck!" You hear a little splatter and see that she's cumming all over her own hands.
You're not sure how to do demeaning sex-talk properly, but you try to imagine the sorts of things you like to say to Rose. So you end up treating Alex pretty much like a slutty girl instead of a boy:
"You're a cunt," you tell him. You let your voice drip with malice and harshness. "You're a dirty, worthless whore. You're my fuckdump... thank me for turning you into a slut!"
Alex's ass tightens around you with every nasty word you call him, and he finds the energy to fuck back against you. He enjoys being abused. "Thank you!" he cries, panting, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you! Thank you for making me a slut!"
You can see, over his shoulder, the front of the apron staining darkly. Alex is ejaculating from your abusive words.
"I'm gonna cum," you say, warning Cerise. "It could be messy..."
"Do it!" Cerise shouts, still masturbating, totally lost in a sea of debauchery - not caring what happens next.
"You hear that?" You tell Alex. "I'm going to blow my nuts inside you now."
"Thank you! Thank you!"
You feel a new sensation: Cerise fondling your heavy balls, her fingers still wet with her own cream -- encouraging you to commit this ultimate act of defilement on Alex. That pushes you over the edge. With a groan of delight, you seat yourself as deep up Alex's insides as you can get and blow a hot load into him. You cum and cum and cum, your vision going white and dizzy. When you can see straight again, and look down, you see your cum running in fat rivulets all around the tight ring of Alex's slut ass. It's dripping on Cerise's face - you're indirectly cumming all over your own sister's face. And she couldn't be happier. She's cumming herself fucking stupid, gasping, turning her head side to side, shaking all over.
"Thank you... thank you..." Alex repeats over and over. "Thank you..."
You pull out with a loud plop and the rest of your slimy semen runs from Alex's ruined asshole, onto Cerise's face. Without you to support him any longer, Alex collapses in a heap on the ground, lying in Cerise's lap.
When he looks up, weakly, he sees what's happened. "I'm sorry..." he stammers. "I made such a mess..." and immediately he gets onto his weak, still-knocking knees to lick it clean. He licks your cum off Cerise's face and swallows it dutifully while Cerise frigs three or four more orgasms out of her spasming pussy. The tile floor is dripping with her cum. When her face is clean, Alex gets down on all fours to lick this puddle up too, moaning like a sow into the ground.
Cerise leans her head against the cabinet, breathing ragged. "See?" She pants. "I knew he'd be good at cleaning..."
You could get used to Saturday evenings like this.