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“Ovivia, I need you to focus,” I say, trying to get through to her. “Did you call the clinic?”
She ignores me. Growling and sniffing the air like a coonhound.
“Ovivia!” I bark, and her gaze snaps to me. “Did you call the clinic? Do you need a ride there?”
“Full,” she sighs. “Alone!” she snaps, her eyes wild.
“Osric, she looks unwell. What can we do?” Fairlie asks, her concern genuine, and I hate that she’s being dragged into this.
This is a fucking mess. Fairlie is naked between my legs, her ass pressed against my cock, and my finger still buried deep in her pussy. Meanwhile, Ovivia is standing there, panting like a wild animal, her heat driving her to the brink of madness. I know what has to happen, but I can’t believe I’m about to suggest it.
“Sweetheart. Fairlie. I need you to listen to me.”
“Okay.”
“Female orcs go into heat twice a year. It’s very painful, but it only lasts for a few days. Ovivia usually goes to the clinic in town to handle it alone, but she’s started early, and the clinic doesn’t have room for her.”
“What does that mean? How can we help her?” Fairlie asks.
I take a deep breath, knowing that what I’m about to say could ruin everything. “She needs to get off. Her body is screaming at her to fuck, and I think your scent and our... activities have made things worse. She can’t stay in her room, and she can’t control herself much longer. She needs to fuck, Fairlie. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I understand. So how are we going to help her? Can we call another clinic or get a friend or helper over for her?”
“There is no other clinic and she would lose her shit if, when this is over, I called a helper. But she does have a friend.”
“Well, call her!” she scolds.
“It’s you, Sweetheart.”
Her eyes widen, and she pales. “Me? That’s your sister, Osric. And I’m not... I’ve never been with a woman.”
“I’ll be right here the whole time,” I promise, hoping she’ll agree. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I wouldn’t even think of it if it wasn’t an emergency.”
She’s silent, chewing on her bottom lip, her gaze bouncing between me and Ovivia, who is now rubbing herself over her underwear, her eyes glazed with need. “Need. Now. Hot. So hot.”
“Fairlie, I’m not going to force you,” I say, my heart pounding. “If you can’t do it, tell me now, and I’ll sneak you out. I’ll figure something else out. I could lock her in the basement or something.”
“I’ll do it,” she whispers.
“You will?” I’m surprised, but relieved.
“It’s just sex, right?” she says, more to herself than to me. “I’ve never been with a female, but... I’m not grossed out by it. It’s weird because she’s your sister, but you’re asking and we will never speak of it again. Also, I want to know why she goes to the clinic alone if it’s always like this.”
I nod, feeling like a fool. “I’ll tell you everything afterward.”
“Okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll help her.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
FAIRLIE
I don’t know why I said yes—well, I do. I’m too damn nice. That’s always been my problem, hasn’t it? Ovivia looks like she’s hurting, like she’s about to star in her own episode ofSnapped. She’s licking the air and sniffing like a hunting dog, but every so often, she winces and grabs her stomach. It’s hard to watch, and maybe that’s why I agreed.
And now, here I am, about to have not only my first threesome, but my first lesbian experience—with my boyfriend’s sister, no less. The reality of it hits me like a freight train. Is this really happening? Is it even a threesome if I’m just with Ovivia? I don’t even know how this is supposed to work.
“You don’t have to stay in here,” I mumble, my voice unsure. “If it’s going to be weird or make things different between us. I can handle it by myself.”
I know this relationship with Osric is new, but I really like him. He’s so attentive, so kind, and, well, he’s literally obsessed with me. He said so himself. That should probably be a redflag, but instead, there's a sense of being desired and sexy. It’s intoxicating.
