Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 47: sharing might be caring

"No way—stop fucking lying, Emily. You can't be serious. Ugh—fine, I'll be there, but ONLY today." Elara's voice cut sharply through the air as she pushed the door open, annoyance radiating off her like heat from asphalt.
Bella and I trailed behind, stepping into the living room as she ended the call and tossed her phone onto the table with a loud clack.
She spun around to face me, jaw clenched, frustration written all over her.
"I'm sorry, Noah, but apparently Emily can't seem to do anything right. Christ—no wonder she can't get any dick..." She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling hard before closing the distance between us in two long strides.
Her hands cupped my face and suddenly her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, desperate—sending a shiver straight down my spine.
Her arms wrapped tight around my waist, and for a second the whole world disappeared beneath the intensity of her touch. When she finally pulled back, I felt breathless, unsteady.
Her eyes softened—just for me. "I'll be home as quickly as I can," she murmured, brushing her thumb over my cheek before turning to Bella.
"Protect him, okay?"
Bella straightened, shoulders squared, expression firm and sure.
"I will," she said, voice low but steady—like a vow.
Elara didn't hesitate. She grabbed her keys, stormed back outside, and within seconds the roar of her engine filled the driveway, fading as she sped away.
The house fell painfully silent.
I stayed by the window for a moment, watching the tail lights vanish around the corner, feeling the weight of the quiet settle in my chest. I exhaled slowly, the warmth from the kiss still burning on my lips, and turned around.
Bella was sitting on the couch, legs slightly apart, one arm draped lazily across the backrest, just... watching me. Not in a creepy way—there was no hunger in her gaze this time. Just something soft.
Admiring. Almost reverent.
Like she was looking at something she loved.
My heart thudded once, hard.
This was going to be awkward.
"Uh... so." I swallowed, feeling heat creep up my neck. "It's just us now."
I hovered there for a moment, unsure what to do with myself. Walking away felt rude, but staying felt dangerous. In the end, I sank onto the couch beside her, leaving a careful few inches between us—just enough space to breathe, enough space to pretend everything was normal.
But that space evaporated instantly.
Bella shifted, leaning into me without hesitation, her hip pressing flush against mine. The warmth of her body bled straight through my clothes, and my heartbeat stuttered in my chest. I stiffened, feeling caught, cornered.
Her hand slid across the cushion and onto my thigh—slow, deliberate, heavy. Her fingers curled with confidence, rubbing small circles that sent involuntary shivers crawling up my spine.
"Noah..." she murmured, voice low, almost playful but edged with seriousness.
"Does Elara have any cameras recording us right now?" She tilted her head, her lips inches from my ear. "I don't want her to see... well, you know."
Her palm squeezed, firm and possessive.
I swallowed hard, breath hitching.
I shouldn't have liked how it felt—but I did. And that terrified me.
"I-I don't think she does..." I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My throat felt tight, like someone was squeezing it shut from the inside.
"Can we just... chill, Bella? I don't really wanna do that stuff."
I tried to brush her hand off my thigh, but she didn't budge. Her fingers tensed, gripping harder, like she was holding onto a truth she refused to let slip away.
"Noah," she murmured, leaning closer until her breath grazed my cheek.
"I know how you feel. You don't have to hide it from me."
My stomach dropped.
How did she know?
How could she say it like that—like she'd reached inside and read my thoughts straight off the walls of my mind?
My pulse hammered, ears ringing. The room felt like it tilted sideways. I sucked in a shaky breath, but it didn't help; the panic still crawled up my spine.
"What are you talking about?" I whispered, voice cracking.
"I don't— I'm not feeling anything, Bella. I'm just— confused."
She gazed at me without blinking, eyes soft but frighteningly sure, like she was staring right through whatever flimsy shield I'd built up.
"You're scared," she said quietly.
"But I felt it, Noah. I felt you holding onto me that morning. You didn't pull away. You wanted it just as much as I did."
Her words landed like a punch, knocking the air from my lungs.
I stammered, my words tripping over themselves. "I-I... uh, I—" But before I could finish, her lips crashed into mine with a fierce, hungry intensity. I tried to push her away, my hands pressing against her shoulders, but damn it, my heart betrayed me. It yanked me deeper into the kiss, craving more of her heat.
"Mmmff—fuck..." she growled against my lips, her voice raw and dripping with lust. Her hands slid under my shirt, rough and unapologetic, exploring every inch of my skin. They groped and squeezed, almost violating in their urgency, yet there was something addictive about her touch. It reminded me so much of Elara—those same commanding, possessive caresses that left me trembling.
"Such a slutty little body, just begging to be fucked," she purred, her breath hot against my cheek. "My cute little boy..." Her teeth sank into my lower lip, sharp and teasing, tugging just enough to make me gasp.
The way her mouth moved, hungry and deliberate, mirrored Elara's perfectly. Bella's every gesture, every lingering touch, felt like an echo of her. Like they were carved from the same mold, two sides of the same devastating coin.
Her left hand ventured lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants with no hesitation. She gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the flesh with a possessive squeeze.
Then, with a quick lift, she let her hand drop in a sharp, stinging smack. A pathetic little whine escaped me, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. Her mouth dominated mine completely, leaving me no room to resist.
Her tongue invaded my mouth, claiming every corner as if she owned it. It pushed deeper, aggressive and unrelenting, brushing against the back of my throat.
I gagged, my chest heaving as I struggled for air, but she didn't care. She pulled back just long enough for me to cough, my breaths ragged and desperate, before diving right back in. Her lips sealed over mine again, her tongue resuming its ruthless exploration, leaving me dizzy and overwhelmed.
"Fuck, Noah, you just drive me insane..." Bella breathed out, pulling away from the kiss one last time, her voice thick with raw need. Her eyes burned into mine, dark and desperate.
"I have to fuck you, Noah. Before Elara gets here... just..." Her hands moved fast, yanking my pants down in one swift motion, leaving me exposed in just my underwear. I didn't cry out or beg her to stop. Hell no. I didn't want to. My body was already on fire, aching for whatever she was about to do.
I sat there on the couch, sprawled out, my legs pressed tight together as a shiver ran through me. Winter was creeping in, and the air in the room felt icy against my skin.
Bella fumbled with the zipper of her jeans, her movements hurried and clumsy in her lust. She shoved them down along with her underwear, kicking the fabric aside. My eyes dropped to her, and fuck, she was already so wet—her pink lips glistening, slick with her own arousal, practically dripping.
"Let's get these off of you..." she murmured, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. I didn't resist, just let her tug them down, the cold air hitting me hard as she peeled them away. I shivered again, not just from the chill, but from the way her gaze raked over me, hungry and unapologetic.
She gripped my knees with both hands, forcing them apart with a firm push. My cock sprang free, already hard as hell, throbbing for some kind of release. Her eyes locked onto it, a wicked smirk curling her lips.
"Fuck, I wanna suck you off so bad, but I can't waste any time. Another time, okay, baby?" she cooed, her hand grabbing my chin, tilting my face up to meet her gaze.
Her thumb traced slow, teasing circles on my cheek, and the way she said "baby" hit me like a punch—so damn close to how Elara said it, that same mix of tenderness and possession twisting in my chest.
I just nodded, my throat tight. Didn't matter. I knew I'd still get off from what she was about to do. My body was already screaming for it, every nerve on edge as I watched her position herself, her breath hot and heavy between us.
"Sex is gonna be so much better without you making me feel bad..." Bella's voice was low, dripping with triumph as she wrapped her hand around my cock, guiding it to her soaking wet cunt. She teased herself for a moment, rubbing the tip against her clit, her breath hitching with small, needy gasps.
Her eyes locked on mine, a wicked glint in them. "See, Noah? You love me. You haven't screamed or said a damn thing..." She let go, leaving me pressed right against her entrance, the heat of her so fucking close it was torture. My whole body ached, desperate to push forward, but I held still, caught in her web.
"Say it, Noah. Say you love me..." Her demand cut through the haze in my head, her tone sharp and unyielding. My mind was a fucking mess, spinning through every emotion—guilt, desire, shame, need. I couldn't think straight, not with her right there, not with my cock throbbing against her.
"That's not f-fair, Bella, fuck!" I choked out, my voice cracking under the weight of it all. I was done fighting. This was the breaking point. Once I said it, there was no turning back. I'd be hers—hers and Elara's—completely owned by two goddamn goddesses.
"I love you, Bella. I fucking do... I love you so much. I love you and Elara so much I'd die for you guys..." The words spilled out, raw and heavy, as tears pricked at my eyes. This wasn't just lust anymore, not some fleeting heat of the moment. It was a fucking declaration, a surrender. My chest tightened with the truth of it, the realization that I meant every damn word.
"I'm so happy..." Bella whispered, her voice soft but laced with raw satisfaction. She shifted her hips, finally sinking onto me, taking me in completely.
The feeling hit me like a fucking freight train—pure, overwhelming pleasure, just like the last time. Her hands gripped my legs tight, anchoring herself as she started moving, sliding me in and out at a relentless pace. Her mouth hung open, little gasps and moans slipping out as she focused on driving us both to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm gonna have to cum inside you... ahh~ shit, I can't get cum on the couch..." My voice came out strained, my body tensing as I hit that perfect spot inside her, my toes curling from the intensity.
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," I murmured, her eyes burning into mine with an intense, hungry gaze. Her hands glided from my thighs to my stomach, her thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles over my skin, sending sharp jolts of heat through my body.
She leaned in closer, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps, her rhythm never breaking as she fucked me with purpose. "Christ, Noah, I'm so fucking close," she panted, her voice raw with need.
"I'm gonna cum soon, fuck..." she growled through gritted teeth. I could feel her pussy tighten around me, a vise grip that signaled she was right on the edge.
"Fuck, we can't get your cum on the couch, Bella," I warned, my voice strained as I fought to hold on. She paused her relentless strokes, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. "You're right, fuck..." she muttered, frustration lacing her tone.
"Grab some paper towels from the table, please," she said, her voice urgent. As she slid off me, the wet, slick pop of her pussy releasing my cock made my whole body shudder with a mix of relief and aching need.
She hurried back a few seconds later, a handful of paper towels clutched in her hand. She spread them out beneath us, right where our bodies would spill over when we finally let go.
Without wasting another second, she guided me back inside her, her heat enveloping me in one swift, greedy motion.
She started moving again, her hips slamming into my legs with a fierce, passionate rhythm. "Gah, fuck, Noah... I'm so damn close," she hissed, her jaw tight, her eyes half-lidded but locked on me like I was the only thing in her world.
I couldn't hold back much longer. My left eye squinted shut, my tongue slipping out of my mouth as I lost control of myself, overwhelmed by the tight, pulsing heat of her.
"Christ, Noah, take it, fucking take it... FUCK!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she came hard, her pussy clenching around me in violent waves. Her juices spilled out, most of it soaking into me, though some dripped onto the towels beneath us with a faint, wet patter.
My toes curled so hard I thought they'd cramp, and the pressure building inside me snapped. I hit my climax, pouring into her, filling her completely as her inner walls pulsed hungrily around me, trying to milk every last drop.
My eyes rolled back into my skull, the pleasure so intense I swore they'd get stuck there, leaving me blind to anything but the raw, electric sensation of her body dragging me over the edge with her.
I lay there, my body still buzzing from the intensity, a deep ache settling into my bones. I needed aftercare so badly, craved to be wrapped in warmth and affection after the rawness of it all.
Bella slid off me, my cock slipping free from her with a slick sound, a few thin strands of semen dripping onto the crumpled paper towels beneath us. She grabbed the mess of towels, carefully wiping me down, cleaning every trace of her cum and mine off my skin with slow, deliberate swipes.
The touch was gentle but mechanical, lacking the tenderness I was desperate for.
She stood up, her movements brisk, and walked over to the nearest bin, tossing the soiled towels inside. I made a mental note to take the trash out later, my mind still foggy. Bella crossed to the table, snagging another fresh towel, and wiped herself clean with quick, practical motions before dropping it into the bin as well.
She came back toward me, but instead of sitting close, she bent down to grab her underwear and jeans from the floor. She stepped into them, tugging the fabric over her hips and zipping up with a sharp, final sound.
I felt a chill settle over me, not just from the cooling sweat on my skin, but from the gnawing emptiness inside. I needed her close, needed something soft after being so thoroughly wrecked.
"Here," she said, her tone neutral as she handed me my underwear and pants. I shifted, my muscles protesting as I pushed myself up from the couch.
Standing, I pulled on my clothes, the fabric feeling heavy against my still-sensitive skin. Within a few seconds, it was like nothing had happened—our clothes on, the evidence discarded, the room silent.
We sank back onto the couch, side by side, and fucking finally, I could get some aftercare.
"Come here, baby..." Bella murmured, pulling me into her warmth. Her arms wrapped around me, strong and unyielding, making me feel like nothing could touch me. Her muscles were like a shield, perfect for protection. "I love you so much, Noah... so fucking much..." she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my skin.
"I love you too, Bella..." I whispered back, my voice soft but heavy with everything I felt.
We shifted, eventually collapsing deeper into the couch. My head found its place between her breasts, her heartbeat thudding steadily against my ear, a grounding rhythm that lulled me.
I let out a long yawn, my body heavy with exhaustion. I figured we had at least two hours before Elara came back, and all I wanted was to soak up every second of this time with Bella, my other owner.
"I need to last longer," Bella murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over my sternum. "Does Elara usually last long?"
Her question hit the air like a stone dropping into water — small, but rippling.
"Yeah," I admitted quietly. "Don't be disappointed. You still did really well."
I tilted my head up from where I was resting against her chest. She gave a small nod, trying to hide the way her jaw tightened, pretending she wasn't comparing herself.
The room fell into a deep silence, the kind that wraps around two people like a blanket. No more words left to fill it.
All that existed was heat — her warmth pressed against my side, her heartbeat pulsing steadily under my ear. Her arm tightened around me instinctively, protective, almost shielding me from the world. I let myself sink into it, breathing in her scent, feeling the tension slowly unwind from my muscles.
"You should ask Elara about sharing me, you know?" I suggested, my voice muffled against her chest. "It'd make this feel less forbidden, less like we're sneaking around."
Bella let out a shaky laugh, her fingers trailing through my hair. "I'm terrified she'll do something crazy to me, Noah. Even if I look intimidating, your sister... she's something else. I don't know if I can handle her reaction if she finds out like this."
I tilted my head up to look at her, seeing the flicker of real worry in her eyes. "Yeah, she's intense, but maybe if we're upfront, she'd be more open to it. I mean, it's you we're talking about. She might surprise you, she doesn't hate you like other girls, she always speaks nice about you."
Bella sighed, her grip on me tightening just a fraction. "Maybe. But fuck, Noah, the thought of sitting her down for that convo makes my stomach turn. What if she flips? What if she tries to cut me out your life completely?"
Bella, she likes you, okay? She never speaks ill of you. Only good things," I reassured her, my voice steady as I traced small circles on her arm with my thumb.
Bella let out a heavy sigh, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing under my touch. "Alright, Christ, I don't want to die... but if it means being able to love you right, then so be it."
I shifted, looking up at her with a small smile. "You're not gonna die. Elara's tough, but she's not a monster. She'll get it."
"I'll do it soon, I promise," Bella added, her voice quieter now, a little shaky. "Just let me gain some confidence first..."