Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 27: To Japan

The alarm screamed at early 5:47 a.m.

Leo jolted upright, heart slamming against his ribs, sheets twisted tight around his calves like restraints. The room was still wrapped in pre-dawn dark, broken only by the cold blue glow of his phone screen on the nightstand. Three hours and thirteen minutes until wheels-up at LAX.

"Fuck—fuck—fuck—"

He lurched out of bed, immediately tangled in yesterday’s jeans discarded on the floor. His bare foot caught the sharp corner of the dresser; pain lanced up his leg. He bit back another curse and yanked open the closet, snatching whatever he found.

Raven’s voice drifted from the hallway, already crisp and half-dressed, her hair scraped into a hasty bun, mascara wand gripped like a weapon. "Leo! We’re leaving in forty-five!"

"I know—I know!"

Sasha streaked past the open doorway in nothing but panties and a sports bra, phone clamped to her ear, voice rising in sharp exasperation as she argued with the rideshare driver about the exact pickup spot. From the bathroom next door came the muffled hiss of Lana’s electric toothbrush and her garbled complaint around a mouthful of foam: something about forgetting her neck pillow. Downstairs, Blair’s shout carried up the stairs—coffee was ready, but they had exactly zero seconds to drink it.

Leo bolted into his attached bathroom and slammed the door. and stepped under the shower spray. The water was barely warm, more shock than comfort. He tipped his head back, letting it sluice over his face, when a sharp knock rattled the wood.

"Come in," he called automatically, eyes squeezed shut against the shampoo suds.

The door opened with a soft click, then locked again.

Sasha stepped inside wrapped in only a white hotel towel knotted loosely above her breasts. Her hair hung in dark, dripping strands; her skin was still flushed and steaming from her own shower. She didn’t speak. Didn’t ask permission. She simply shut the world out behind her.

Leo blinked water from his lashes. "Sash—not now—we’re gonna be—" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She crossed the small space in two strides. One palm clamped firmly over his mouth; the other wrapped around his cock—already thickening from the adrenaline and the simple fact of morning. She shoved him back until his shoulders hit cool tile, water cascading over them both.

"Shut up," she whispered, lips brushing his. "Three hours left. I need this."

Then she sank to her knees.

The first glide of her mouth was deliberate—slow, torturously slow—tongue pressing flat along the underside. Leo groaned low into her palm. She took him deeper, throat opening with practiced ease until her nose brushed his pubic bone and held there for a long, breathless second.

His hands found her wet hair; fingers tangled and lifted. He hauled her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly, ankles locking at the small of his back. He lined himself up and thrust inside her in one long, steady slide—deep enough that her head fell back against the tile, mouth parting in a silent, shuddering gasp.

He fucked her standing, hips rolling in deep, controlled strokes while water pounded down around them. Her nails raked fiery lines across his shoulders. Without breaking rhythm, he reached over, snagged his phone from the counter—waterproof case gleaming—and thumbed on the Bluetooth speaker. Sasha’s favorite bass-heavy playlist erupted, loud enough to swallow the wet slap of skin and the broken moans she couldn’t quite stifle.

He spun her around, captured both wrists in one large hand, and pinned them high against her back. With the other he spread her, lined up carefully, and pushed into her ass—slow at first to let her adjust, then harder, deeper. Sasha’s forehead thudded against the tile; a low, wrecked sound escaped her throat.

"Fuck—Leo—yes—"

He didn’t hold back. Each thrust was punishing, relentless, as though he wanted to imprint himself inside her permanently. His free hand snaked around to her clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles.

She shattered first—body seizing, ass clenching so tightly around him he nearly lost control. Her cry was half-swallowed by the thumping music and the relentless shower.

Leo gritted his teeth, riding the edge, until the electric tingle raced up his spine. He pulled out at the last possible second, spun her to face him again, and guided her back to her knees.

Her mouth opened on instinct.

He came hard—thick, pulsing hot cum painting her tongue, her cheeks, dripping down her chin to mingle with the shower water. She swallowed what landed inside, then tilted her head up at him, eyes glassy and utterly wrecked.

A sudden sharp knock on the door.

"Leo!" Raven’s voice sliced through—half worry, half irritation. "Hurry—we’re gonna be late!"

Leo panted, fingers still threaded through Sasha’s soaked hair. "Just... one more minute!"

He helped her stand, kissed her fiercely—tasting salt and himself on her lips—then they rinsed in frantic, efficient sweeps. Towels. Clothes. Sasha’s tank top hung crooked on one shoulder; Leo’s zipper stayed only half-closed.

They opened the bathroom door.

Raven, Lana, and Blair stood in a loose semicircle right outside—arms crossed, expressions ranging from knowing amusement to barely contained exasperation.

Blair’s eyebrow arched toward her hairline.

Raven’s cheeks were faintly flushed.

Lana pressed two fingers to her lips, eyes sparkling as though she were fighting either laughter or a sympathetic whimper.

Raven spoke first, voice taut. "What were you two doing?"

Sasha wiped lingering water from her neck and tried for innocence. "Nothing."

Blair snorted. "Your hair’s dripping. His hair’s dripping. The shower ran for twenty-five minutes. Try again."

Leo rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "We... got distracted."

Raven stepped closer—close enough that he caught the soft scent of her body lotion. Her voice dropped to a whisper meant only for him. "We can go... but be prepared for your punishment later."

She pulled back, eyes dark and promising.

Leo swallowed hard. "Yes ma’am."

Blair clapped once—sharp and commanding. "Let’s move. Bags by the door. Uber’s two minutes out."

They scrambled: luggage, phones, passports, a final frantic sweep of the house.

At the front door, Sasha paused and glanced back at Leo.

He met her gaze.

She offered a small, real, grateful smile.

He returned it with his.

They stepped into the crisp morning air.

The Uber idled at the curb.

Five people. Five suitcases. One shared future.

And whatever delicious punishment Raven had in store.

Japan is waiting.