Sister Act: Naughty Edition

He scratched the back of his neck. "I mean… over your tits… my face on your tits... over my face… on your tits…" He trailed off, blinking rapidly like he was buffering. "I can't exactly shoot my load onto my own face… because of, y'know… gravity and stuff…" His voice dropped to a mumble, and he glanced away. "I can shoot pretty far though," he added, almost proudly.

Laughing, Bibi teased, "Your face on our tits? There'll be time to motorboat our tits later... chill your boner for a second before you shoot your load."

Chad didn't really want to go on a boat—or a motorboat, for that matter—since boats always made him seasick. These sisters had to be super, mega, duper rich to own one, he figured. He couldn't imagine how their family made that much money; there was no way their mother could afford a place like this just through her teaching job.

Vee tilted her head, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "Okay, listen. If you're that determined to shoot your load over your own face, there's always the handstand method." She paused, raising her brows like she was about to share ancient forbidden knowledge. "Strip naked, obviously. Then balance on your head and one hand… real delicate stuff… while still managing to jerk yourself off with the other hand."

She gave a tiny shrug, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Bit of a circus act, yeah, but with a little practice? You'll get the aim right. Gravity'll do the rest. Boom… full face splash. Honestly, if that's what you're into, it's something you should totally try!"

Bibi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Totally. Your waifu pillow would be well impressed if you could pull that off."

Chad's expression twisted with frustration. "I don't want to shoot my load over my face! I just wanna shoot it over my waifu, okay?!"

Realising he was sounding like a selfish sex partner, he paused—then awkwardly muttered, "But, uh… if they ever update the waifu pillow AI… Like, if she could, I dunno, cum or squirt on my face or something... then yeah. Consider my face an open archery board."

Vee and Bibi exchanged a sly glance, their smirks perfectly in sync. "So your mouth's the bullseye, huh?" they teased, voices matching like a well-rehearsed duo.

He nodded, feeling a flush rise in his cheeks. "Yeah, but no feathers in my mouth… I'm fine with everything else... that is, if they ever actually invent that technology to let my waifu, you know, release bodily fluids... maybe someday they will."

Slowly, both Vee and Bibi traced their fingers over the waifu tattoos inked on their left boobs, eyes gleaming with mischief as they finished.

"So...you swallow... duly noted," they said, their grins dripping with playful wickedness.

Chad still hadn't seen his waifu tattooed on their boobs yet—just the photos they had sent to his phone. And just then, as they were caressing their boobies, he caught a glimpse of his waifu's hair wobbling a little. Not much more than that, but it was enough to give him an even bigger erection.

The sisters laughed, knowing exactly how horny they were making him and loving the power trip it gave them.

Desperately, Chad rubbed a ghost pepper he had tucked in his pocket over his dick and balls to help tame the beast. The sisters noticed immediately.

"He's playing with something down there," Bibi said, reaching for his hand and giving it a good slap. "Hey! Stop that," she scolded.

Vee added, "Yeah, it's ill-mannered to touch yourself during the act… your partner..."

"Partners," Bibi corrected her and cut her off.

Vee carried on, "Only your... partners... are allowed to touch it, and they decide when you can and can't cum."

"You can cum without touching yourself, right?" Bibi asked.

Chad nodded. "Yeah… I don't always masturbate with my waifu pillow. I can cum just by rubbing my balls on her face and humping the pillow."

"Interesting," both sisters said.

Vee added, "So it sounds like you have a lot of experience then."

"Lots of experience," Bibi agreed.

Vee smiled. "I would love to watch how… you have sexy time with your waifu."

Bibi grinned. "I bet it would make us super, mega horny to watch."

"Maybe we should fetch a pillow and let him give us a demonstration," Vee giggled.

"I bet he'll cover our pillows in his cum!" Bibi shouted.

"But that's kinda a waste," Vee said.

Bibi shrugged. "You're right… unless you have lots in the tank."

"Enough for both of us… and for both our tits," Vee added with a wink.

Chad was relieved the ghost pepper he'd rubbed over his dick and balls was doing its job—it had calmed his raging boner just enough. Unfortunately, some of the fiery residue lingered on his hands, and when he accidentally rubbed his eyes, one immediately started tearing up.

The sisters noticed the tear trickling down his cheek and exchanged a quick, uncertain glance. "Uh… why… why are you crying?" one of them asked, her voice a little unsure.

Vee blinked, then asked, "Wait, are we… making you sad or something?"

Bibi scrunched her nose. "I don't like seeing men cry… It's kinda weird, isn't it?"

Chad rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to cover his face. "No, no, I'm not crying like that… I mean, okay, maybe I am crying… But it's, like, happy tears, yeah? Like when you cry at a wedding… you know what I mean?"

He glanced at them, hoping they'd get it, but feeling a bit embarrassed all the same.

Bibi said, "A wedding? This isn't comparable to a wedding. We're just going to have sex, and you're going to shoot your cum over the both of us, and then we're going to squirt inside your mouth."

Chuckling, Vee shook her head. "Yeah, not like a wedding at all… but a happy moment, regardless."

A warm smile spread across Bibi's face, her eyes sparkling. "A very happy moment… with lots of happy endings."

The grin on Vee's face widened. "And the cum flying around can be like confetti thrown at us…"

Eager to jump in, Chad blurted out awkwardly, like some Generation Xer trying to sound cool, "Throwing the bouquet's basically like chucking a bra at someone… I mean, I'm kinda used to girls throwing their bras at me now. The buckles don't even hit me in the eye anymore."

His joke flopped badly, hanging in the air awkwardly. The group exchanged uneasy laughs before both sisters burst out, "We... are not wearing bras today."

Both of them tugged and stretched their tight tank tops, the fabric clinging desperately as their hard nipples poked through the thin cotton—barely contained, just enough to tease beneath the surface. The sisters' curves were clearly outlined by the clingy material, leaving no doubt that neither wore a bra. Though the fabric wasn't sheer enough to reveal the tattoos etched beneath, the shape of their breasts and the teasing points of their nipples made quite the impression, he thought, unable to look away.

Maybe… if he spilt water over their tops—accidentally, of course—he might finally glimpse through the soaked fabric and see his waifu's face tattooed clearly across their boobs. The thought made his heart race a little, and so he kept repeating to himself, "Water… water," like some deep-state agent lost and desperate, stumbling through the relentless heat and dust of the scorching Diablo Desert, searching for a way out.

Laughing softly, Vee said, "If it's water you want… we can definitely give you plenty of that."

Bibi added with sisterly sass, "Just cum follow us to the shower room."

He was so relieved they were guiding him—this place was like one of those massive mansion levels in a video game. You'd need a sat nav or a trail of glowing yellow paint markers just to find your way and figure out where to go next.