Chapter 3
Ethan’s POV
*Next morning*
"Hey, you two ready to go or what? Mom's already yelling about being late," I called out from the bottom of the stairs, my voice echoing a bit in the quiet morning house.
My hands were stuffed in my pockets to hide how they shook a little, still replaying that damn scene from last night in my head over and over.
Sophie and Bella in those tiny lingerie sets, the way the lace hugged their curves, Sophie's bold stare and Bella's flushed cheeks—it had kept me up half the night, my fist wrapped around my c**k until I spilled all over my sheets, guilt mixing with the rush even as I came hard thinking about them.
Sophie bounded down first, her school skirt swishing against her thighs, that same confident smirk on her face like nothing had happened.
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