The house was quiet when I returned. After seeing all that I'd seen in the past two days, I was in such a sexually aroused state that the emotional aspects weren't even occurring to me. I wanted to have an orgasm. But I didn't want to do it alone. And, I needed someone to talk to but who to confide in? I knew that even my best friend would freak if I told her. Nothing doing. I showered quickly, threw on a tank top and shorts and traipsed down the hallway to my sister's room. This may sound like bragging but it's less a hallway than a half-enclosed outdoor walkway. My sister and I have separate living quarters, like mini apartments linked to the main house by paths leading through a meticulous Japanese garden. We have our own saunas, bathrooms, kitchenette, everything. My Dad likes his privacy and I guess he thought we would too.
Anna and I are twins...and polar opposites. Where I was sinew from head to foot, she was pure, soft sensuality, a curvaceous, voluptuous tart with a dark complexion and long, silky black hair. Like a horse colt, she also possessed the never-ending legs that super models would kill for. If I was Princess Grace, she was Selma Hayek, and she topped it all off with an air of super sweet innocence. But these were days that were challenging my own innocence and my perceptions of just about everyone.
As sisters go we got along pretty well but our interests were just too far apart for us to really become close. My dad had an Olympic-sized lane installed in our pool, just so I could train whenever I wanted. Sometimes I did three, four miles a day just for the hell of it. About all the exercise Anna got was lying in the outdoor Jacuzzi talking on the phone with her best friend Ginette. And still she was a perfect 10.
Despite our differences, here I was, knocking at her door, letting myself in when no answer came. I didn't know why I was here, but in my agitated state, I felt the need for some kind of closeness. I flopped down on Anna's bed to wait but was just too fidgety to lie still. So I got up and headed for her walk in closet. She's quite a clotheshorse and I've always admired her taste. I saw it the second I flicked on the light. It was a slightly tattered paperback novel with cover art showing petticoats and two tiny, silken slippers. The Title read, A Man With a Maid. I had no idea what it was about but my heart was racing again.
It was illustrated with the usual exaggerated charcoal drawings of a woman with watermelon-sized breasts and six inch nipples servicing a guy with a cock that reached to his chest, spurting gallons of cum into her face and hair. A day ago I might have been appalled by such drawings. In my present state I found them highly erotic.
I began reading, quickly flipping through the exposition to get to the juice. It came quickly as a Victorian gentleman taught his maid a lesson in humility, binding her and teasing her with a feather, stopping just as she was about to reach orgasm. This he did over and over again until she was begging him to satisfy her wanton desires. I knew exactly how she felt. My pussy was wet again.
I was so engrossed in the book that I barely had time to react as I heard the door to my sister's quarters slam. I hit the light switch and slunk into the shadows as Anna entered her closet, out of breath. She pulled open a drawer and slipped out of her top and bikini bottom, posing in her exquisite nakedness. From the drawer she pulled out a silk teddy and tugged it on, throwing her hair out around her shoulders. She wet her lips with her tongue and tweaked her nipples through the silk until they jutted out. The bottom of the garment barely covered her silken pussy hair. And then she disappeared, leaving the closet door open. Anna was not alone.
"You may still be a virgin but you've got the soul of a slut. I saw it the first moment I met you." The voice belonged to Missy.
I slipped out of the shadows to get a view. There she stood, dressed in an excruciatingly tight, black rubber bodice, her breasts pushed up and exposed. A pair of black pumps was strapped to her feet giving her a stature of power as she towered over my more petite sister. Otherwise, Missy was naked...except for a thong and the strap on dildo that hung where her cunt should have been.
"I brought a present for my little slut-to-be," she hissed. "You like eating your daddy's cum out of my cunt so much, I thought I'd bring an extra big helping today." Missy lithely stepped out of her thong and threw it like a bone to Anna who snatched it, bringing it to her nose, taking in its powerful scent, sucking the wet, sticky strip of cloth into her mouth. She was enjoying it like a dessert.
"You're so hot, Anna. Come here."
Anna came to her and Missy, clearly the dominant one, grabbed her head as they locked in a long, wet kiss. Anna was sighing, gasping, as Missy's expert hands fondled her silk covered breasts, rubbing the material around and around her nipples. She grabbed Anna's hand and placed it on the rubber cock that pointed out from her twat.
"I might just take your cherry today, cunt," Missy said. She ripped off Anna's teddy, exposing her beauteous body fully and completely. "But right now, it's time for your present."
