The scent of peppermint tea and vanilla-rose perfume was mixed with sweat and a heady, primal musk that was heavy in the kitchen air.
Gezza gazed at Tara on the counter with her body and tattoo glistening flashing under her sagging Ramones tee and Mia pressed closed.
Tara blinked with some confusion and desire in her hazel eyes, flushed in her freckled cheeks and the sultry smirk of Mia thought to bring about more chaos.
The heart of Gezza was thudding, and roaring Two sisters. All mine. He taught.
"Bedroom. Now, he said, his voice deep, and attempting to command.
He caught Mia by the hand, and her skin was warm and soft, and pulled Tara down off the counter, with her single boot banging on the tile, and her ripped jeans tearing his palm.
Tara fell with a nose ring that caught the fluorescent light, and ran after her, her fingers twitching as though she would have been happy to pull Gezza grip off but could not.
Mia giggled and came stumbling along on her bare feet, her tease of starting without me still in his ears.
The thick comforter sunk beneath them as Gezza dragged them into the bed, with a squeaky frame.
Tara, hesitating, her undercut glaring, her eyes big with defiance at the question.
"We shouldn't be doing this", she said, her voice trembling, her blush growing as she looked at Mia, and then at Gezza.
Her lack of experience was evidenced by her stiff shoulders, her bitten lip, but the magic of Playbook throbbed, and there she drew nearer.
Mia was the first to move, and she was straddling Tara on her hips, and her blonde hair was falling over her shoulders.
"Relax, sis", she purred her voice making the book thick with the spell, her fingers pulling Tara up and off her tee and exposing the pale flesh and her small, firm breasts.
Gezza held his breath and his jeans grew tight as he stared at Mia, who leaned and her lips closed over Tara, sucking her nipple, and her tongue making lazy circles.
A high startled gasp, her hands clinging to the comforter, her body jerking.
"Ah, Mia, ahh", she moaned, and her voice shook and her freckles stood in sharp contrast on a rosy breast.
Gezza was on his knees between the legs of Tara and was trembling as he undid the buttons of her jeans and the material was coarse against his fingers.
He slipped them down, her panties with it, and disclosing her virgin warmth.
"You will enjoy this", teased he, and his voice was so low and his inner perv adores her susceptibility.
Tara eyes were opening, the breath coming in, yet the magic of the Playbook relieved her opposition, her thighs ajar.
His tongue moistened her core with warm strokes, her salty taste spurring his hunger, arousing her as she quivered.
He entered her gradually, taking his time.
Tara sticky walls clinging to his length tight,
He pulled out, then thrust back in, her blood staining his length.
Her virgin body tightening and then relaxing in his hand. The moan of Tara was loud, nervous, her nails digging at the comforter, her hips jerking as she got used to the feeling.
"Easy, Tara", his lips were rubbing her Collarbone and his thrusts were slow and slow, enjoying her warmth.
The tongue of Mia flickered over the other breast of Tara and their moaning could be heard, as the weight of the two people shifted on the bed.
The scent of lavender, of sweat, of the smells of the sisters--vanilla-rose, leather--in the air was sickening.
Gezza's hands moved along the hips of Tara, her flesh scalding, and Mia fingers following his back, her nails being scraped into him, urging him.
The slow burn building they changed positions. Mia helped Tara to lie flat, with her head on the pillow and Gezza was knelt behind her lifting her hips.
He went further in and her moaning became louder, louder, more certain, and Tara found herself becoming less nervous, the magic of the Playbook beginning to work.
"Fuck," she groaned, her voice hoarse and her hands stretched to Mia drawing her further.
Mia was riding on Tara like a waisted waist, kissing her neck, leaving it scarred in red, and then going back to her breasts, where she sucked harder, eliciting more painful gasps.
Gezza grinned, his success swelling--Tara now his, as Mia..
Another change--Mia glided down, kissing Tara on the stomach, Gezza rolled Tara over, his thrusts constant, and every one brought out a moan which was rather loud.
Tara was no longer resisting, her body wholly possessed, her eyes black with the same Playbook-inspired desire as those of Mia and Elena.
Nervous gasps, trembling thighs, her virgin reactions, mingled with eager submission, her nails pecking Gezza on the arm, her hips rolling to accommodate him.
"Don't... stop, pleaded her voice, and her undercut clung to his sweaty neck.
Their bodies were still intertwined and the fairy lights almost fading to a starry haze. The gradual, creeping climax of delight which had been accumulating in Gezza, accelerated by the artificial strength of the Playbook, had been added to.
Mia hands kept wandering all over the body of Tara, lips tickling her skin, Tara moaning, her thighs shivering about Gezza.
His orgasm was a tidal wave of white-heat, a gasp that made him shudder as his body spilled into Tara.
She screamed, and splashed him he fluid, she was shaking herself, her nails still in his arm, her breath came harsh.
Gezza then stood still, his realese still twitching, and he looked back at Mia.
He dragged Mia over Tara whose blonde hair lay falling over her sweat-covered breasts, and their naked bodies were touching.
The lips of Mia turned into an evil grin and her eyes shone with lust. "My turn", she said, her voice rough, her fingers following the the jaw of Gezza. Still dazed.
Tara twitched her hazel eyes, catching her breath, her virgin body spent but yearning more.