Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 38: A Women From The Past

They stepped through the wide double doors and into the mansion’s grand foyer. Polished dark wood floors stretched beneath their feet, and high ceilings with exposed beams rose above them. Soft recessed lights cast a warm glow over everything.

Before anyone could take more than two steps, a woman burst from the shadowed hallway on the left.

Blonde hair cascading in loose waves, body an exaggerated hourglass—impossibly tiny waist flaring into wide hips and a thick, rounded ass that swayed with every hurried step. Her silk robe (pale cream, far too loose) slipped off one shoulder as she ran, barely clinging to her massive breasts, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric.

"Leo!"

She collided with him at full speed, arms wrapping around his neck, body pressing flush against his. Her chin nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder; her hands roamed greedily—down his back, over his chest, fingers digging in possessively. She rubbed herself against him shamelessly, hips grinding in slow circles.

"Where were you?" she breathed hot against his ear. "Did you forget about me? About what you did to me... that day in the room upstairs... when you did to me for two days —"

Leo’s hand shot up, clamping firmly over her mouth.

"Lily," he whispered, voice low and edged with warning. "I’m sorry. I’m not that man anymore. What we did—what I did—was a mistake. I have my family now."

He glanced over the shoulder at the four women standing frozen behind—Raven’s eyes narrowing, Sasha’s mouth slightly open, Lana’s arms crossed tight, Blair watching quietly with something unreadable in her expression.

Leo gently but firmly peeled Lily’s arms off him and pushed her back a step. The robe slipped farther; she didn’t bother fixing it.

"Please," he said softly. "Stop."

Lily’s lips parted under his palm before he let go. Her eyes, were bright blue, shining with something between hurt and hunger—flicked to the women behind him, then back to his face. She didn’t speak. Just stared.

Klein cleared his throat loudly from the foot of the sweeping staircase.

"I’ll take you to your rooms," he said, eyes flicking between Leo and Lily with clear understanding. "All of you staying together? One big room?"

Leo turned to the women. "What do you say?"

Raven, Sasha, Lana, and Blair exchanged quick glances—then nodded in unison.

"One room," leo said firmly.

"Alright then." Klein gestured up the stairs. "Follow me."

They moved as a group, footsteps echoing softly on the wood. Lily stayed behind in the foyer, sinking slowly to her knees on the rug. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight.

"Leo..." she whispered, teeth grinding together. One hand slipped between her thighs, pressing against the damp silk between her legs. "Leo..."

She moaned low, fingers circling slowly.

"How could I forget what you do to me... what no other man can do"... I want you... only you... aaah... Leo..."

Upstairs, Klein led them down a wide corridor lined with shoji screens and modern abstract art, then pushed open a set of double sliding doors.

The room beyond was massive. Tatami mats in one section gave way to plush cream carpet in another. A low, king-sized platform bed in the center, piled high with futons, silk sheets, and pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a private balcony; beyond it, Mount Fuji loomed in perfect clarity, snow catching the last gold of the sunset. It smelled refreshing, distant cherry blossoms, mountain wind.

"Bathroom’s through there," Klein said, nodding toward a frosted-glass door. "Kitchenette stocked. Anything you need, just call down. I’ll have fresh towels and robes brought up."

He gave Leo one last long look—half brotherly, half warning—then left, sliding the doors shut behind him.

The five of them stood for a moment, taking it in.

Raven exhaled. "Holy shit. This view..."

Sasha kicked off her shoes and flopped backward onto the bed. "We should rest. It’s been a insane day."

Lana stretched, shirt riding up to show a strip of toned stomach. "Yeah. Rest. And maybe... other things later."

Blair smiled faintly and climbed onto the bed.

Leo followed.

They piled in around him—warm bodies pressing close. Raven on one side, head on his chest. Lana on the other, thigh slung over his. Sasha tucked against his back, arms around his waist. Blair nestled lowest, face against his stomach, small hands clutching his shirt.

Leo lay in the middle, surrounded.

Hands wandered lazily—fingers tracing collarbones, slipping under shirts, grabbing soft curves. Lips brushed skin. Quiet sighs filled the room.

Leo turned his head, catching Raven’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Then Lana’s. Then Sasha’s. Blair lifted her face; he kissed her gently.

Eventually the touches turned heavier—hands sliding inside clothes, palms cupping full breasts, thumbs brushing hardening nipples. Leo groaned low as mouths found his neck, his chest.

He pulled Raven’s top down, lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded Lana’s ass. Blair’s fingers worked his belt open; Sasha stroked him through his pants.

But in the end, The exhaustion won.

One by one, the frantic energy softened.

Leo stayed in the center—mouth latched to Lana’s breast now, sucking lazily, Raven’s hand rested over his heart. Sasha spooned him from behind. Blair curled against his side.

Breaths evened out.

The five of them drifted into sleep—tangled together.

Lily still knelt, fingers moving faster between her legs, whispering his name like a prayer.