Florence knew she shouldn't be doing it, at least she was fairly sure she shouldn't. She couldn't quite be sure that the parcel was addressed to her the name was slightly obscured by a smear of ink, it could have been for either of her sisters, Maxine and Beatrix. Opening the parcel Florence screamed.
"Wow, where's the intruder, sis." Beatrix exclaimed bursting into the room.
In front of Florence wrapped in clear plastic laying still untouched in the cardboard box was a skin colour thick nine-inch dildo. Seeing her new toy and her sister's reaction Beatrix couldn't help but smirk.
"Thanks sis. I'm very glad to see that you got my new dildo, I have been looking forward to this arriving."
Beatrix gripped the sex toy in her hands quickly stripping the plastic off it and greedily ran her hands up and down the shafts length salivating over its length thinking only what it would feel like to finally use it.
Clearly Beatrix's actions had triggered similar thoughts to run rampant in her sisters mind as a hysterical look of horror and hornyness had swept over Florence's face as she stud rooted to that spot unable or unwilling to move.
Florence knew she should not be thinking these thoughts, but she could not help herself she longed for that shaft. She longed to run her hands down its length, to touch it, to feel it, unbidden her sister, Maxine's, cock sprang to mind. She was sure her sister's cock was larger and it was definitely a lot thicker, it replaced the dildo in her mind. The size, and shapely nature of her sisters slightly curved cock made Florence feel and think things she was sure no sister was supposed to feel and yet even the illicitness of these incestuous thoughts, how wrong they were, made her want her sister more. Florence could simultaneously feel the dryness of her throat, her own wetness and taste the memory of her sisters cum. Thick but not to thick creamy and oxymoronically salty and sweet, Florence was horrified to find herself wanting more with a terrifying fervour.
Beatrix saw the conflicted look in her sister's eyes and the longing expression etched across her face and decided in that moment to be a complete bitch. It was not that Beatrix hated her sister, she didn't, or that she wanted to get back at Florence for something, just she felt the opportunity was too good to miss.
Taking the dildo into her mouth Beatrix fluidly thrust its enormous length down her throat. Seamlessly, effortlessly deepthroating at least seven inches of the nine-inch dildo. Florence's jaw dropped and she let out a tiny squeal, utterly overwhelmed by the sight in front of her, her wet sex that was ruining her panties and her mixed, confused, complex feelings. A shiver ran through her spine and a blush uninvited invaded Florence's face when her sister still gagging on the dildo winked at her.
Pulling the dildo out of her mouth with a satisfying wet pop which heightened the aching in Florence's sex, Beatrix offered the slick shaft tip first to her sister's lips. When Florence made no move to accept the offer Beatrix shrugged and ran her hands up and down the still glistening shaft.
"I am going to leave now, after all I still need to properly test this bad boy." Beatrix enthused and with a final wink, swiftly turned to walk away.
Beatrix leaving was like the lifting of a spell for Florence. She blinked awake as if she had been in a trance. Walking over to the book she had been reading Florence settled down on the sofa desperately trying to ignore her inner turmoil, and her perverse thoughts towards both of her sisters. The soaked material of her panties was a constant reminder and distraction that made it difficult for Florence to stop thinking incestuously about both of her sisters. Florence groaned only a few minutes after sitting down her hornyness and the aching throbbing of her sex was infuriatingly irresistible.
Florence was jerked from the soft, restful, peaceful slumber by the load and obnoxious ringing of her phone, groaning and groggy she looked at the phone screen that unsurprisingly told her that it was 11:30 at night. Great, just great Florence groaned, she had only gone to sleep two hours ago. Florence, with great reluctance took the call. Unsurprisingly Beatrix was drunk, her boyfriend Pete having dumped her only that morning. Beatrix had no wish for Maxine to know of her drunken state and so had called Florence, who had qualified to drive a few months ago, to come and pick her up. The club was one that Florence had never heard of, and she was somewhat surprised her sister had gone there. Not for the first time Florence wished fervently that she had never learned to drive but regardless got up and swiftly dressed to fetch her wayward sister.
"I am sorry, you can't go in without a wrist band." The bouncer, an older balding man forcefully told Florance as she tried to enter the main entrance. The bouncer then directed her round to a small office like building to the side of the main building.
Florence tried desperately to explain that she was just trying to pick up her sister but understanding that she was getting nowhere Florence eventually gave in and went to get a wrist band from the office building.
