Kitchen HeatI took the stairs slowly, deliberately letting each step sink in. The hardwood creaked under my weight the way it always had in Ethan's memories—familiar, yet brand new to me. Every sensation felt amplified: the brush of cotton against my still-hard cock, the cool draft slipping under my shirt, the faint throb in my balls that reminded me this nineteen-year-old body didn't know the meaning of "later."The kitchen opened up at the bottom of the stairs like a stage set for temptation.Sunlight poured through the wide bay window over the sink, turning the white quartz counters into glowing slabs. The smell hit me harder now—crisp bacon, maple syrup warming on the stove, fresh coffee—and underneath it all, the sweet feminine warmth of two women who'd already been moving through the morning like they owned every inch of this house.Riley was at the island, back to me, reaching up into a high cabinet for plates. She wore tiny white cotton sleep shorts that barely covered the lower curve of her ass cheeks and a cropped baby-pink tank top so thin I could see the dark outline of her areolas through it. No bra. Of course no bra. Her blonde hair was piled in a messy top-knot, a few strands clinging to the nape of her neck where a light sheen of sweat—or maybe just morning humidity—made her skin glisten.Her breasts shifted heavily as she stretched. They were obscene in the best way: full, round, high despite their size, the kind of natural DDs (maybe bigger) that defied gravity just enough to look impossible. The tank rode up with her movement, exposing the soft undercurve and a sliver of side-boob that jiggled faintly when she dropped back to her heels.Lena stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced flick of her wrist. She'd changed since poking her head into my room earlier. Now she wore high-waisted black leggings that hugged every dip and swell of her hips and ass like second skin, and a loose off-shoulder gray sweatshirt that kept slipping down one arm. The neckline plunged low enough that I could see the deep valley between her breasts—plump, heavy, carved perfection. They swayed gently with each turn of the spatula, the soft bounce visible even under the loose fabric. No bra again. Just the natural weight and movement that made my mouth water.Mom—our mom—wasn't here. Saturday morning shift at the hospital. She wouldn't be back until late afternoon. The house belonged to the three of us.Riley turned first, plates in hand, and caught me staring."Morning, perv," she teased, voice light and playful. Her blue eyes sparkled as they dropped—deliberately—to the thick ridge outlined against my sweatpants. "Jesus, Ethan. Put that thing away before you knock someone out."Heat crawled up my neck, but it wasn't embarrassment. It was hunger. Forty-seven years of knowing exactly what that look meant, trapped in a body that reacted like it was the first time."Hard to hide when you two walk around dressed like that," I shot back, surprised at how easily Ethan's cocky teenage tone came out.Riley laughed, throaty and delighted, and set the plates down. She leaned forward across the island to grab the syrup bottle, and the motion pushed her tits together until a perfect line of cleavage formed—deep, inviting, the soft flesh spilling slightly over the low neck of her tank."Like what you see, little bro?" she asked, tilting her head. "You're staring harder than usual."Lena glanced over her shoulder. A small smirk tugged at her full lips. "He's nineteen. They stare at anything with a pulse and boobs.""Correction," I said, stepping closer to the island. "I'm staring at anything with those boobs."Riley's eyebrows shot up. Lena let out a surprised huff of laughter."Wow," Riley said, straightening. Her nipples had hardened visibly under the thin pink cotton—two stiff points pressing outward like they were begging for attention. "Someone woke up mouthy today."I shrugged, leaning my forearms on the cool quartz so I was eye-level with Riley's chest. "Maybe I just stopped pretending I don't notice."Lena turned off the burner and slid the last pancake onto a stack. She walked over, hips rolling in that slow, confident way that made her leggings look painted on. She stopped beside Riley, close enough that their arms brushed."You feeling okay, Eth?" Lena asked, voice softer now, almost concerned. But her eyes—those sharp green eyes—were locked on mine, searching. "You've been… different since you woke up."I held her gaze. "Maybe I just grew up overnight."Riley snorted. "Overnight? Try over one boner."We all laughed—low, charged, the kind of laughter that sits right on the edge of something dangerous.Lena reached past me for the coffee pot. Her sweatshirt slipped further down her shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of her upper breast and the faintest hint of areola—dark rose against pale skin. She didn't fix it."Coffee?" she asked, voice husky."Please."She poured, handed me the mug. Our fingers brushed. She didn't pull away immediately.Riley hopped up to sit on the island counter, legs dangling, thighs parting just enough that I caught the shadow between them—no panty lines. Nothing under those tiny shorts."So," she said, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth and chewing slowly. "What's the plan today, big guy? Gonna spend it jerking off in your room thinking about your hot sisters?"The words hit like a slap—playful, but pointed.I took a slow sip of coffee, eyes never leaving hers. "Maybe I'll just ask them to help."Silence stretched. Thick. Electric.Lena's breath caught—barely audible, but I heard it.Riley's tongue darted out to lick a crumb of bacon from her lower lip. "Careful what you wish for, Ethan."I set the mug down. Stepped between Riley's dangling legs. Not touching yet. Just close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly to look up at me."I'm not the kid anymore," I said quietly. "And I think we all know it."Lena moved behind me. I felt the heat of her body before her breasts brushed my back—soft, heavy pressure that made my cock jump hard against the sweatpants.Her voice was right at my ear. "You sure about that?"I turned my head just enough that my lips nearly grazed her jaw. "Try me."Riley's hands landed on my shoulders—light at first, then firmer. She pulled me closer until my hips slotted between her thighs. The thin cotton of her shorts pressed against my erection. Warm. Damp. Fuck, she was already wet.Lena's arms slid around my waist from behind. Her palms flattened against my abs, then drifted lower until her fingers curled over the waistband of my sweats."You're really hard," she murmured against my neck. "For your sisters.""Not blood," I reminded her. "Step. Big difference."Riley laughed softly. "Semantics. Still filthy."Her legs hooked around the backs of my thighs, pulling me flush against her. My cock ground against the heat between her legs—separated only by two thin layers of fabric. She rocked once, slow, deliberate. A soft whimper escaped her.Lena's hands slipped inside my waistband. Cool fingers wrapped around my shaft—firm, confident. She stroked once, base to tip, thumb circling the slick head where pre-cum had already beaded."Fuck," I hissed.Riley leaned forward and kissed me.Not tentative. Not sweet. Hungry.Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of maple and bacon and pure want. I kissed her back hard, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, the other finding her breast through the tank top. Full. Heavy. The nipple was rock-hard under my palm. I squeezed—gently at first, then firmer—feeling the soft flesh yield and then push back.She moaned into my mouth.Lena's hand kept stroking—slow, twisting at the head, spreading pre-cum down the shaft. Her other hand pushed my sweats down until my cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark red, veins standing out.Riley broke the kiss, looked down. Her eyes widened."Jesus, Ethan…"Lena chuckled darkly against my ear. "Bigger than I expected."She guided my cock toward Riley's covered pussy, rubbing the head along the damp cotton. Riley whimpered again, hips rolling to chase the pressure."Take them off," I growled.Riley lifted her hips. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down her thighs. No panties. Just smooth, shaved skin and glistening pink folds already swollen and slick.Lena's hand wrapped around my base, aimed me. "Go slow," she whispered. "Let her feel every inch."I pressed forward.The head parted her lips, sank in half an inch. Riley's breath hitched. Her nails dug into my shoulders."Fuck—big—"Another inch. Her walls fluttered around me, hot and tight and so fucking wet.Lena's breasts pressed harder against my back. She reached around, grabbed Riley's tank top and yanked it up. Riley's tits spilled free—heavy, perfect, pale with dusky rose nipples already puckered tight.I groaned at the sight.Lena's fingers found one nipple, pinched and rolled it slowly. Riley arched, pushing more of my cock inside her."God—yes—"Halfway in now. I paused, letting her adjust, then rocked forward again—slow, deep, until I bottomed out. My balls pressed against her ass. She was trembling.Lena leaned over my shoulder, voice low and filthy. "Look at her taking you. Such a good little sister."Riley's head fell back. "Shut up and fuck me."I pulled out almost all the way—slow—then slammed back in.She cried out.I set a rhythm—hard, steady, each thrust making her tits bounce wildly. Lena kept playing with them—squeezing, lifting, pinching the nipples until they were dark red and swollen."More," Riley gasped. "Harder."I gave it to her. The island shook. Plates rattled. Syrup bottle tipped over, sticky liquid pooling.Lena moved to the side, climbed up beside Riley on the counter. She peeled off her own sweatshirt. Her breasts tumbled free—bigger than Riley's, heavier, the kind of tits made for worship. Dark nipples already erect, begging.She grabbed my free hand, pressed it to her left breast. "Feel them."Soft. Warm. Heavy. I squeezed, thumb flicking the nipple. She moaned.Riley watched, eyes glassy. "Suck them. Both of us."I leaned down, took Riley's right nipple into my mouth—hard suck, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her buck. She clenched around my cock like a fist.Then I switched to Lena—her nipple thicker, more sensitive. I sucked hard, pulling the whole areola into my mouth, tongue lashing. She grabbed my hair, held me there."Fuck—yes—like that—"I alternated—sucking one, then the other—while my hips kept pounding into Riley. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen.Lena slid a hand between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her leggings. "I'm so wet watching this."Riley reached over, tugged Lena's leggings down. Lena kicked them off. No panties either. Her pussy was bare, lips puffy and shining.Riley's fingers found Lena's clit, circled it. Lena moaned, loud and broken.I felt my balls tighten—too soon. Too much."Not yet," Lena said, reading my body. She pushed me back gently. My cock slipped free, slick and shining with Riley's juices.Lena dropped to her knees in front of me.Her tits—those perfect, plump, carved tits—pressed together around my shaft as she guided me between them."Fuck my breasts," she ordered.I thrust forward.Soft, warm flesh enveloped me. Slick from Riley's wetness and my pre-cum. Lena squeezed them tighter, creating a perfect channel. I fucked between them—slow at first, then faster—watching the head emerge from her cleavage, dark red and dripping.Riley slid off the counter, knelt beside Lena. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the tip every time it appeared.I groaned—loud, guttural.Lena looked up at me, eyes dark. "Come on them. Cover us."Riley sucked the head into her mouth for a second—hot, wet suction—then pulled back. "Do it."I thrust harder. Faster. The pressure built—white-hot, unstoppable.I came with a choked curse.Thick ropes shot across Lena's tits first—splashing over the upper curves, dripping down into her cleavage. Then across Riley's—painting her nipples, her collarbone. They moaned in unison, rubbing the cum into their skin, smearing it over each other's breasts.I kept coming—spurt after spurt—until it dripped from their chins, pooled between their tits.When it finally stopped, I was shaking.They looked up at me—cum-glazed, flushed, smiling like they'd won something.Riley licked a drop from Lena's nipple. Lena shivered."Welcome to adulthood, little bro," Riley whispered.Lena stood, pressed her sticky breasts against my chest. "And this is just breakfast."