Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 23: This is Good

The cops came and went in under an hour.

Statements were taken in the living room—everyone wrapped in blankets or robes now, makeup wiped off, hair pulled back. Marcus was loaded into an ambulance with a fractured nose, cracked ribs, a split lip, and a concussion bad enough that he didn’t even try to argue when they cuffed him to the gurney "for safety." Domestic assault, breaking and entering, attempted kidnapping of a spouse—take your pick. The officers didn’t seem surprised when Raven quietly mentioned years of "other incidents" she’d never reported. Lana added her piece in a steady voice, no tears, just facts. Leo kept his answers short. Sasha and Blair backed every word with the calm confidence of women who’d stared down worse cameras than body cams.

When the door finally closed behind the last uniform, the house exhaled.

Nobody spoke for a minute.

Then Blair walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, pulled out the bottle of prosecco Raven kept for "emergencies," popped it with a loud hiss, and poured five mismatched glasses right there on the counter.

"To not being arrested," she said, handing one to each of them.

They clinked—quiet, tired clinks—and drank.

Leo leaned against the doorway, still shirtless, knuckles wrapped in a dish towel full of ice. Lana came over first—wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her cheek to his back.

"You didn’t have to do that," she murmured.

"Yeah I did," he said. No hesitation.

Raven set her glass down, walked over, and kissed him—soft, slow, grateful. Then she kissed Lana the same way. Then Blair and Sasha took turns—little pecks.

They ended up on the big sectional in the living room—blankets, pillows, bodies tangled in a way that was comfortable, Lana curled against Leo’s side, head on his chest. Raven tucked under his other arm. Sasha sprawled across their laps, legs over Blair’s thighs. Blair leaned against the armrest, playing with Sasha’s hair.

For a long time nobody said anything important.

Just breathing. The occasional sigh. Someone’s stomach growled and they all laughed—small, real laughs.

Eventually Sasha spoke.

"We should get out of here for a while."

Blair raised a brow. "You mean like... a vacation?"

"Yeah." Sasha sat up a little. "Somewhere far. Somewhere pretty. Somewhere we can fuck in peace without worrying about neighbors or ex-husbands or cops showing up."

Raven’s fingers traced idle circles on Leo’s chest. "Japan?"

Lana lifted her head. "Mt. Fuji?"

Leo blinked. "You serious?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Why not?" Raven said softly. "Hot springs. Quiet ryokans. Private onsens where nobody bats an eye if five people share a bath. Mountains. Cherry blossoms if we time it right. And... us. Just us. No hiding."

Blair grinned—slow, wicked. "I can already picture it. You in a yukata, Leo. Me riding you on a balcony overlooking the snow. Sasha eating Lana out in a private steam room. Raven bent over a low table while you fuck her from behind..."

Lana shivered—visibly. "God yes."

Leo’s cock twitched under the blanket. He didn’t bother hiding it.

"When?" he asked.

Sasha pulled out her phone. "Flights are cheap mid-week in April. Peak bloom’s around then. We book now, we can be there in three weeks."

Raven looked around at them—really looked.

"I want that," she said quietly. "I want us to wake up together. No sneaking. Just... mornings. And nights. And everything in between."

Lana nodded against Leo’s chest. "I want to hold your hand in public. All of you. I want to kiss you in a crowd and not care who sees."

Blair reached over, squeezed Lana’s ankle. "Then we do it. We go. We fuck. We eat good food. We take stupid tourist photos. We come back here and keep building whatever this is."

Leo looked at each of them—his step-sisters, his stepmother, the married woman next door who’d chosen them over everything she knew.

"I love you," he said.

They didn’t say it back all at once. They didn’t have to.

Raven kissed his jaw.

Lana pressed her lips to his collarbone.

Sasha leaned in and kissed his mouth—slow, lingering.

Blair just smiled—soft—and rested her head on his shoulder.

Then she whispered, "Pack light. I want you naked most of the trip anyway."

Leo laughed—low, tired, happy.

"Deal."

They stayed like that until the sun climbed higher again.

They had three weeks to plan.

And the rest of their lives to figure out the rest.

But right now?

Right now they just held each other.

And that was enough.

"And Leo’s father? Still out cold, snoring on the goddamn floor while the world moved on without him."