Living with two muscle girl's pt. 5

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Liz and I stayed on the floor beside the bed for a while, just breathing in the quiet aftermath. The candles had burned low, wax pooling in soft pools on the dresser. Jade was out cold—sprawled on her stomach, blanket half-off, wax still hardening in streaks across her back, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She looked peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks.

Liz leaned her head against my shoulder, voice soft in the dim light. “I’m impressed,” she murmured. “You sold it. Really sold it. You were… commanding. Confident. Everything she needed.”

I let out a shaky laugh, still coming down from the intensity. “I was terrified the whole time. Just trying not to screw it up.”

She lifted her head, green eyes meeting mine—warm, proud, a little mischievous. “You didn’t. You were perfect.” Then her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Makes me want to try a more hardcore dom role over you sometime. See how long you last before you’re begging me to stop.”

I choked on a laugh, face heating. “Jesus, Liz.”

She grinned wider, nudging me with her shoulder. “What? I’m allowed to be jealous in a fun way.”

We both laughed quietly—relieved, giddy, the tension finally breaking.

Then Jade stirred—small, sleepy sound, shifting under the blanket. Her eyelids fluttered.

Liz stood immediately. “I’ll run the bath.”

She disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water start, the soft clink of bath salts being poured. I knelt beside the bed, brushing a braid from Jade’s face, petting her hair gently as she came to.

Her eyes opened slowly—dark, hazy, still soft from subspace. She blinked up at me, then smiled—small, tired, real.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” I said back, voice low. “Bath’s ready. Come on.”

I helped her sit up—slow, careful—supporting her weight as she swung her legs over the side. She was shaky, muscles lax, but she leaned into me, trusting. I guided her to the bathroom, Liz already waiting with the tub full of steaming water, bubbles thick and fragrant.

We eased her in together—Jade sighing as the heat enveloped her. Liz knelt beside the tub, washing her back gently with a soft cloth, rinsing away the dried wax. I helped clean her arms, her legs, careful around the fresh pink marks from the paddle. Jade leaned her head back against the rim, eyes half-closed, letting us take care of her.

When she was clean, relaxed, we dried her off—towel soft and warm—and helped her into fresh sleep clothes. We stripped the bed, tossing the sheets in the wash. Jade’s room was bare—no spare linens.

Liz glanced at me. “My bed’s just big enough for all three of us.”

I nodded. “I’m good with that.”

We climbed in together—Liz on one side, me in the middle, Jade curling against my other side. It was crowded—limbs tangled, bodies pressed close—but I didn’t mind. Two beautiful, strong women on either side of me—one blonde and green-eyed, the other dark-skinned with even darker brown eyes. They both started breathing slow and even. I fell asleep feeling something like peace.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, warm and soft. I woke slowly, aware first of Liz’s steady breathing against my chest, her blonde hair tickling my neck, then Jade’s warmth pressed to my back, one powerful leg thrown over mine.

Jade stirred first—stretching with a low groan, rolling onto her side to face me. She propped herself on an elbow, braids falling over her shoulder, that familiar teasing grin already in place.

“Morning, cute boy,” she drawled. “Sleep well sandwiched between two bad bitches?”

I laughed quietly. “Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

Liz woke then, green eyes blinking open. She smiled—soft, sleepy—and reached across me to ruffle Jade’s braids. “You’re back to normal. Good. I was worried I’d have to keep you in line permanently.”

Jade snorted, swatting Liz’s hand away. “Please. You wish you could handle me full-time.”

They fell into easy banter—joking, teasing, like the night before had been just another page in their long history together. No awkwardness. No weirdness. Just sisters.

I watched them for a moment, then my eyes drifted to Jade’s chest—barely covered by her loose sleep tank. The tiny heart tattoo below her left breast caught the light.

I traced it lightly with my fingertip—gentle, curious.

“You both have the same one,” I said quietly. “The heart. I noticed it last night. It’s the only tattoo Liz has, and I wasn’t expecting to see it on you too.”

They both went still for a second—then shared a small, knowing smile.

Liz answered first, voice soft. “It’s a reminder. We have to love ourselves first—truly love ourselves—before we can let anyone else love us right. Or before we can love anyone else without breaking them…”

Jade nodded, reaching over to touch the matching heart on Liz’s skin.

“We got them together,” she said. “After everything. Foster homes, bad relationships, all the shit we carried. We promised each other we’d figure out how to love ourselves first. And we helped each other do it. Therapy, gym, late-night talks, kicking each other’s asses when we slipped. This little heart? It’s proof we did it. We learned to be whole on our own. So now, when someone comes along…” She glanced at me, smirk softening. “We know how to let them in without losing ourselves.”

Liz leaned in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “That’s why I was scared to let you in at first. But you helped me feel safe being whole. And last night…” She looked at Jade, eyes warm. “We helped her feel the same.”

Jade grinned—back to full flirty mode—and poked my chest. “You’re welcome for the emotional growth, by the way. Now let’s eat. I’m starving.”

We moved through the morning like nothing had happened—like the night before was just another chapter, not a line crossed. Breakfast was loud, teasing, normal. Jade stole bites of my eggs, Liz rolled her eyes, I pretended to be annoyed. Just siblings and a boyfriend, laughing over coffee.

We drove her to the airport together. Checked her bag, walked her to security. The mood was light—jokes about her cutting weight, promises to watch the fight stream, reminders to text when she landed.

At the gate, Jade turned to us.

She hugged Liz first—tight, long, the kind of hug that said everything without words.

Then she turned to me.

She pulled me in—arms strong around my back, body pressed close. Her lips brushed my ear.

“I wish you were coming with me,” she whispered, voice low and teasing. “We could join the mile-high club. I’d make sure the flight attendant heard every sound.”

She pulled back just enough to see my face—blushing hard, ears burning—and smirked.

“Take care of my sister,” she said louder, winking. “And don’t let her get too soft while I’m gone.”

Then she turned, braids swinging, and disappeared through security.

We stood there until she was out of sight.

Liz slipped her hand into mine, squeezing.

“You enjoyed yourself too much last night,” she said, voice playful but edged with promise. “I’m going to have to punish you the same way you did to her. Paddle, wax, the works.”

I swallowed hard, pulse kicking up.

“Is that a promise?” I asked.

She leaned in, kissed me slow—deep, possessive.

“Count on it.”

All I could think in that moment is that somehow I always attract the best kind of trouble.

End of part 5 - Thanks for reading!