Little Sister Dominique Ch 02

((Authors Note: All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is Chapter two of the story so if you've haven't read the first part please read that first as it does immediately follow on from there. I attempted a slightly slower build up in this chapter, which I hope pays off, but let me know your thoughts in the comments, as long as you don't rip me to shreds! Thank you for reading my work.

Little Sister Dominque

Chapter Two

"I don't see why we didn't think of this before." Dominique chirped as she plonked her bag down on Stephanie's sofa. "You have this whole spare room just going to waste. It just makes sense for me to use it."

Stephanie, still out in the corridor, didn't answer. Partly this was due to her not wanting to offend her sibling by saying the wrong thing, but mostly this was because she was struggling to carry the two suitcases her sister had elected to bring with her. She forced the suitcases through the front door and kicked the door shut behind her.

"Make yourself at home, I guess." Stephanie said, seeing her sister had already laid down on the couch and was stretching her tight body out. A momentary flash of Stephanie's fantasies from the night before flickered in her mind, forcing Stephanie to lift up the heavy suitcases once again to distract herself. "You're room is the one on the right. I'll just pop these cases in there for you." She said.

"Thanks Steph." Dominque nodded before adding idly. "You know this apartment isn't as big as I thought it was."

"No? Well, it gives you an incentive to get this modelling career of yours off the ground then." Stephanie replied, trying to keep any venom out of her voice. "That way you can get your own, bigger, place."

"Hmm..." Dominque mused, not really listening and still looking around the room.

Stephanie sighed and lugged the suitcases into the spare bedroom. She left them next to the bed, which was covered by all of her sister's requested beauty products and felt annoyed that her space was being invaded. This was supposed to be the room her best friend used, before that plan had gone down the drain. This was even the room Stephanie had fantasised about using as a studio of some kind. To make what, she didn't know. She just liked the idea of having a studio at home. Now though, it would be home to her, frankly, bratty little sister.

But all of her frustrations at the situation wasn't going to make it any better. The best thing she could do to improve things, or at least make it a bit more liveable, would be to try and keep on Dominque's good side. Even if that meant holding her tongue from time to time. She was her sister after all. They weren't estranged or anything. Sure, they might not be the closet of siblings, but Stephanie didn't hate her sister or anything. Slightly resentful of how her mother fawned over her maybe, but that wasn't exactly Dominque's fault. Maybe a change in outlook was in order?

Instead of seeing it as Dominque getting her way yet again, Stephanie could view it as a chance to get closer with her sister after having been away from her for three years. Maybe her little sister had actually grown up a lot since then. Dominque had only been fifteen when Stephanie last had to live with her, she reminded herself. And Stephanie had changed a fair bit during her time studying too. It wouldn't be a rerun of what things used to be like back home.

"Steph?" Dominque's voice summoned her from the lounge. "Steph?"

"Yeah?" Stephanie answered, coming to the bedroom door and seeing her little sister now sitting up straight on the couch and looking at her.

"I just wanted to say sorry." Dominque said softly, keeping her gaze on the floor.

"What for?" Stephanie asked as she moved into the room.

"I didn't mean to offend you with my stupid comment about the size of your place." Dominque said. "And I am really grateful that you agreed to let me stay here. I know it's annoying to have your little sister hovering around all the time, but I promise I'll try not to get in the way too much."

Stephanie smiled. It seemed she'd prejudged her little sister wrongly indeed. This kind of social awareness was not something Dominque had ever really displayed back when they were growing up.

"You're welcome." Stephanie said. "As long as you don't trash the place, and help out a little, I'm sure we'll be fine."

"Okay. Yeah, sure." Dominque smiled and nodded as her eyes rose to meet Stephanie's.

"Great. Now why don't you give me a hand to make some food? I don't know about you but I'm starving after hauling those suitcases upstairs. What did you even pack anyway?" Stephanie teased.

"Oh, you know, just the essentials." Dominque smiled, with full dimples on display.

"The essentials being a full powder room set up?" Stephanie joked as she opened the fridge.

"Hey, you might be fine using that small palette you get from the supermarket, but some of us have taste." Dominque retorted getting up to join her sister in the kitchen.

"Sure, sure." Stephanie teased. "Speaking of taste, what do you fancy?"

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It was barely four days later when Stephanie got back home late after her day shift. A note pinned on the fridge told her that Dominque had got a last-minute callback for some advertising company promo and that she'd be home late herself. Not that Stephanie needed the note to realise it had been last minute.

For the first few days life with Dominque had been fairly easy. She mostly kept herself to her room in the evenings, watching make up tutorials or whatever, and during the day Stephanie was out at work. Occasionally Stephanie had to wait an additional couple of minutes to use the bathroom, but as soon as she expressed her need to use it, Dominque had been fairly good about finishing up whatever she was doing. Stephanie was actually fairly impressed with her. She'd even helped cook a few meals and done the dishes, something she'd never done before.

However, the state of the apartment now told a different story. There were dirty dishes from whatever Dominque had made for lunch still by the kitchen sink. A small collection of shoes were strewn about by the couch, no doubt from where her sister had been in a rush to find the right footwear for the promo. There were even a few jumpers and cardigans hung over the back of a chair.

It wasn't an ideal way to leave the apartment, but this was only her first real transgression, and even though it was annoying to have to tidy it all up, Stephanie figured she'd let this one slide. Especially if Dominque had actually been able to land something so quickly.

Stephanie gathered up the shoes and the clothes and went to her sister's bedroom door. She nudged it opened using her elbow on the handle and was stunned by the carnage that resided inside.

There were clothes everywhere. Open make up kits were stacked on top of each other on the dresser. More shoes littered the floor. Stephanie was shocked by the complete disarray of the room. Up until now it had always looked relatively clean and tidy. But then, if she was in a hurry, maybe Dominque hadn't had time to put stuff back. Maybe she intended to do it when she got back. It wouldn't be beyond the realm of reason.

But this was a crossroads moment for Stephanie. If she acted on her natural impulse to clean up the room on her sister's behalf she'd be setting a bad precedent. She didn't want her sister to think that if she left things in a mess Stephanie would swoop in to tidy up after her. That's what their mother did. Stephanie was not their mother. Alternatively, if she just left it in a mess and Dominque didn't tidy up when she got back who knew how long it would be before the chaos was reigned back in and order restored to the room. That and it would trigger Stephanie's neatness obsession. She wasn't OCD or anything, but she did find it almost unbearable when things weren't where they should be. If she left the room as is she'd be thinking about it all night.

This is why Stephanie found herself spending the next forty something minutes putting everything away in her sister's room. She didn't want to do it, she was tired after a long day at work and just wanted to shower and watched some television, but she also knew she wouldn't be able to relax until this was sorted.

The shoes were sent back to their cupboard. The open make up sets were closed and placed gently back in their drawers. The clothes were neatly folded and returned to the wardrobe. She even went as far as to hoover the room quickly after having spotted a few crumbs on the rug.

When everything was all said and done, Stephanie picked up a bundle of, what she assumed to be, dirty clothing off the bed and went to take it to the washing machine. She chucked it in, turned it on, and started to make herself some pasta. At least this way if Dominque was hungry when she got home, they'd be some leftovers for her.

It wasn't until about an hour later that Stephanie got up and went back to the washing machine. She changed the settings from wash to dry and washed up her plate from dinner before glancing at the machine one last time. With a tut of annoyance she noticed some clothing had obviously slipped through her fingers when she'd loaded up the machine. She hadn't noticed them before as it was a white fabric that blended in rather nicely with the white tiles in the kitchen. It was only when she bent down to pick them up, she realised what they were.

They were panties.

White, lacy, panties. Stephanie's heart nearly skipped a beat as she stood back up and looked at the underwear in her hands. They were soft in her hands. Dainty and light, and so much nicer than anything that Stephanie owned. They were also slightly moist. At first Stephanie thought this was due to them being on the floor by the sink, but no. They were only slightly damp on one side. The side that faced inwards.

Stephanie let loose an audible gasp as she ran her fingers over the wet spot and recognised the feel. It was her sister's juices. She knew it was because that's what hers felt like too. She was actually standing there and holding a pair of her little sisters' dirty panties!

Stephanie's heart had gone from skipping a beat to hammering against her ribcage loudly. She knew she should just put them in the wash bin so they could get washed with the next load, but she also couldn't quite bring herself to let go of them. She rubbed the wet patch again with her fingers as all the thoughts she'd tried so desperately to suppress flooded her mind again.

Her little sister wore these panties. These beautiful, delicate, sexy panties. Yes, that's what there were. They were sexy. Her little sister wore these sexy little panties. Her sexy little sister.

Stephanie moved now on auto pilot. Straight past the couch and through the lounge to her bedroom. She didn't even close the door as her free right hand grappled with the buttons on her work trousers. Once loose she quickly shook them off and dropped them to the floor.

Her long, slender, legs seemed to glow in the light from the lounge. Her bedroom light was still switched off, creating a beautiful cascade of light that streamed in from just outside. She sat on her bed, panties still in hand, and looked at her legs in the mirror.

Dominque had legs like these. Legs that had been wearing the panties in her hand mere hours ago. The thought of it sent a shiver of anticipation up Stephanie's spine.

She kicked her socks off and laid back, lifting her bare legs and feet in the air to admire them. She rubbed against the wet patch again. It was still so moist, even after all this time! What had her little sister been up to when Stephanie wasn't around, she wondered? What had she thought about? What had she done? Had she touched herself under these panties?

Even if Dominque hadn't, Stephanie definitely was. Her right hand plunged straight under the fabric of her own, less sexy, underwear and became to stimulate her clitoris.

Stephanie couldn't help but moan as her fingers rubbed both the wet panties in her hand and her throbbing flesh. She could feel own juices start flowing, oozing out of her and making a mess of the panties she was still wearing. Her fingers reached into her chasm, making a delicious wet sound as they thrusted gently in and out, in and out. She moaned again, but knew this wasn't going to be enough.

She pulled her hand away from herself, almost cross that she'd had to stop pleasuring herself. But her underwear was becoming restrictive, and Stephanie had already given into her lust. She wanted this. No, she needed this. Nothing could stop her now.

Stephanie slipped out of all her clothes, not just her underwear, and positioned herself on the bed in front of the mirror. She picked up her sisters' dirty panties and instantly returned to rubbing her pussy. She looked at herself in the mirror, imaging that this is what her sister had done to get her panties so wet and dirty. So slick and slimy. So sexy and tasty.

Almost absentmindedly she brought the hand now covered in her own juices to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean, before sucking on them, and watched with delight how her pussy quivered in the mirror at the taste. She was so turned on by the taste of her pussy. By the smell even. She wondered what Dominque's pussy smelt like.

Then the part of her brain that was still able to make a rational thought interjected with a proposition. If she wanted to know what her sister's juices smelt like, she could. All she had to do was bring the dirty panties in her hand to her face and breath in. They were literally right there in her hand. It was easy.

She rubbed the fabric between her fingers and brought them closer to her nose. She sniffed hard but couldn't make out anything. She inched the panties closer and tried again, but still couldn't quite discern the scent. But by now the panties were inches from her face and if she really wanted to smell them properly there was only one thing left to try.

She closed her eyes and brought the panties right up to her face. She felt the wetness of them against her cheeks, against her nose. She rubbed them over herself for a moment before she breathed in deeply.

The scent caused her vagina to spasm so hard she nearly came. Her right hand instantly dropping down between her legs to fondle herself. She was dripping wet now. Her sister's pussy juice was filling nostrils and causing her brain to cloud over.

Her lust was in total control now. Any sense of decency she had left evaporated from her mind, instead replaced by dirty thoughts about her little, petite, blonde sister masturbating just as hard as Stephanie was right now. She stuck her tongue out and tasted the juices on the fabric, completely lost in her sexual bliss.

The taste was the thing that sent her over the edge. Her whole body trembled and quaked as waves of pleasure shot through her. She arched her back and moaned audibly as a small stream of her juices shot out of her pussy like a little fountain, spilling over her duvet and even onto her bedroom floor.

She convulsed heavily in the aftermath. Still breathing in the panties held to her face, and shocked by the fact she'd actually squirted. She'd only ever done that once before, and that was after an entire week of edging. What on Earth was happening to her? Why had this happened again? She shouldn't be using her sisters' dirty panties as a masturbation aid. It wasn't right.

But then why did it feel so good? Why did she get so turned on when she thought about her sister masturbating? Why had she suddenly started watching herself in the mirror? That was new too. The whole thing left her feeling more than a little confused.

But her confusion would have to wait.

Just as she started to calm down, she heard the rattle of the front door. Dominque was home already, and Stephanie was still lying naked on her bed with Dominque's underwear in her mouth. In a mad dash she threw the panties under her pillow and grabbed a nightrobe to wrap around her naked body.

If she acted like was just about to get a shower, which she now needed to, it shouldn't arouse too much suspicion. Stephanie just hoped that Dominque wouldn't notice how wet and slimy her thighs were or notice the massive wet spot on her bed.

One thing was clear, if Stephanie wanted to keep doing this, she would have to be more careful.