Something Borrowed Ch. 05

(Before we begin, please remember this story is totally a fiction. All the names, places and situations do not represent any real people or places. All characters are over 18. To make sense of this story, you should start at the beginning with chapter 1. My stories are stories not just sex scenes. When I write I love to give background and context to the lives of my characters. I like to think they are slow burns. If you find them not to your liking Please move on, but I hope you stay and enjoy Margaret's journey to the end. Please fill free to make comments or send me ideas on what should happen next. I do hope you enjoy)

--- Maggie

RECAP

She continued admiring my body from head to toe. Slipping on her own sheer nightgown, she threw her arms around me, our breasts just a two thin pieces of cloth apart and gave me a big hug. She asked,

"Are you really so very tired from your trip?" "We can have our own sleepover."

We moved to her bed; she pulled back the spread to uncover satin sheets. As we got under the covers, I caught a strong sexy musk emanating from her body. I just hoped she didn't smell mine.

Cuddling close she said, "We have years of things to catch up with and so much more to share.

Now Chapter 5: Maggie, Kelly and Shawna Reconnect

Was it my imagination? Did Kelly's offer of a sleep over mean more than a chance to gossip and cuddle? My gay instinct said this was an invitation to play. I could not believe how my body started to tingle and my pussy started to leak as we sat cross legged facing each other in just our nightgowns. Neither of us had bothered to put on panties and our night gowns were virtually transparent, so our bodies were totally exposed to each other sight. We sat virtually knees touching knees and tried to regain the closeness of sisters.

Through the night, we laughed and cried and hugged and kissed, as we shared our deepest secrets; trying to establish the sisterly bond we never developed because of my leaving home. It might have been easier to form the bonds of sisterhood, if she was not naked; or if I did not smell her heavy musky scent still lingering from when I first had entered her bedroom. Indeed, I smelled it getting stronger as we continued to talk. I felt myself getting wetter as my own strong aroma filled the air to combine with Kelly's earthy musk. She started to look at me in a different way. It became apparent that there was a mutual sexual response to being this close to each other.

She told me of her first attempts at tongue kissing and how she fumbled with how to move her lips and tongue to enter her lover's mouth without slobbering. I laughed at her detailed description of her failed attempts. Before I could protest, she was pushing her tongue in my mouth to demonstrate how much her technique had improved. She held me tight and gently caressed me at the same time kissing me deeply. I moaned into her mouth as I felt my nipples harden and my pussy juices begin to flow onto the satin covered bed as another seemingly aggressive woman took charge.

When we separated, I could see her eyes travelling up and down my body. I could see her nostrils flare as she inhaled in my heavy female scent. I could see her chest rising and falling, as my eyes were fixed to the hard pebbles of her nipples. My entire focus on Kelly's swollen buds as I watched them move up and down, as we continued to talk about ourselves in the most intimate ways. It was a magic moment as we clung to each other, seemingly glued in place as we sat on the bed. Ending our tight embrace, we leaned back and continued speaking in hushed tones, almost as if we were afraid of being overheard.

Shaking, I whispered about the horror of my prom date and my first experience of sexual penetration by a man. I told her of my feelings of violation and abuse. I confided in her about Alice. How she came to comfort me and how she seduced me instead. My discovery that I liked girls. I cried when I shared how lonely and blue I became once Alice had left and my futile search for another intimate girl/girl relationship. Finally, I revealed how I was pressured to get engaged by our mother and how I gave in at twenty-two and how unhappy I had been. Told her about my talk with our dad and the real reason I broke my engagement to Kenny and fled. I did not want to marry a man; I wanted a woman.

It was like a floodgate had opened and I couldn't stop. I told her all about my toxic relationship with Madison. How most of my relationships with women had been based on my gifts to them and fleeting in nature. How they always left me alone and blue and seeking something more. I told her the more successful I felt in business, the lower myself-esteem seemed in my personal life. I told her about Gail and my introduction to the world of Dominance and submission. I described that relationship in detail, by the end of my tale my submissive nature was exposed. She sat there quietly and listened, her head cocked to one side and I could see a smile of delight come over her face and you could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

Kelly told me that attitudes had changed in the younger generation living in town. There were several openly gay couples and singles living here now. She told me there was also a club not far from town that catered to the LGBT+ community. She told me that attitudes had become much more liberal and accepting. Kelly looked me straight in the eye and shared that she was bisexual and slept with both men and women and that Shawna was her dominant lover. I had suspected that there were more "benefits" for Kelly and Shawna living together than just sharing a mortgage, but had not expected this revelation into the world of lesbian D/s.

Looking at my sister's beautiful face, I wondered if there was still a strict taboo against incest. I secretly hoped not, but was afraid of finding out for myself. It was just not in my nature to be the more aggressive seducer in a relationship.

I sat back and drank in her loveliness with my eyes. She was so beautiful and I could not help admire her body. I knew that I wanted her and from the look on her face she wanted me too. but she was my sister. As I looked at her breasts, her belly and her hair covered pussy, my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. As I looked at the rise and fall of her tits and caught a glimpse of the light brown hairs peeking out from her pits, I was so aroused. My soaked pussy was trying so hard to convince my head that we were for all practical purposes strangers.

So, what if she was my biological sister on her birth certificate. These were just words printed on a faded document 25 years ago. I had missed all the important times in her life and she had missed mine. If it wasn't for some shared facial features, no one would suspect we were family in any way. I continued my mental justifications; we weren't getting married and she certainly couldn't get pregnant by me and have my baby. It was my first night back home and what kind of wanton pervert had I become. I wanted my sister sexually and did not give a hoot of the possible consequences for me or to her or to our long-term sibling relationship.

Things had certainly changed here in our small conservative town. Eight years ago, it would have been unthinkable for a girl to be seen completely naked, even by her own family in her own home. At that time all couples were expected to be boy/girl. There were no girls, who were openly bisexual or homosexual. It would have been a town scandal. When did the exploration of alternate lifestyles become accepted? Eight years ago, two sister having sexual relationship would have rocked this community to its very foundations, could it be different now? Should I take the chance of destroying Kelly's reputation to find out?

As these thoughts ran through my head, I could still feel my nipples tighten and my pussy pulse with desire. I so wanted to taste my sister's lips again and caress her firm breasts. I still wanted to explore her lower lips and delve into her moistened flower, but I still hesitated and argued with myself silently.

I never got the chance to end my internal struggle. Kelly strong arms drew me closer and kissed me. It definitely was not a sisterly kiss as her tongue pushed past my lips and invaded my mouth. I didn't think, I just kissed her back. It became a tangle of silk and nylon as we both tried to remove our nightgowns at the same time without parting our lips and ending our kiss. Laughing through the entire process of twisted arms and fabric, we were finally naked in the bed facing each other.

She kissed me passionately holding my head tightly in place. She explored my mouth with an experienced tongue; finding ways that inflamed and heightened my yearning. Releasing my head her hands travelled slowly down my body to my breasts. Playing with my nipples I shivered and moaned, I struggled to keep my mouth in contact with hers. My own hands traveled down her bare back, scrapping her skin with the manicured tips of my nails. She bit my lower lip hard, drawing blood as she pushed me back against the pillows and pinned me there just like a captured butterfly.

She looked deep into my eyes as she continued to caress my sensitive nipples. I was mesmerized as she stroked and twisted them; laying there eagerly waiting for what she would do next. My heart beating faster, my breath coming in rapid gasps as I tried to take in air between my moans of delight. My mind was filled with an anxious longing, silently begging for more. My body was paralyzed on the soft mattress, waiting for Kelly's next move. I looked up at her and stared into her icy crystal blue eyes that matched mine exactly. I didn't have long to wait. She pushed my arms apart to the ends of the headboard, whispering,

"don't move."

She got off the bed and went to a wicker hamper that was near the bathroom door. I watched as she walked, her hips swinging from side to side as I got my first clear view of her bare ass cheeks. Her butt was firm and high, but still there was a pronounced wiggle as she walked. The way her legs joined her torso I could see her hair covered pussy lips extending down between her thighs. They were wet and had a small string of her dew visible, dripping from her lips to catch on her upper thigh. My face got flushed and my heart beat faster, as my eyes locked on her pussy display as she rummaged around in the hamper. I swear I could see her gush, when she found what she was looking for in the tumble of used lingerie. She removed what from my advantage point looked like several pieces of used underwear. She held a used pair of panties up to her nose, inhaled deeply and looking in my direction gave me a mischievous smiled. She turned and slowly walked towards me, holding two panties in one hand and a mass of nylon stockings in the other.

"Good girl," she said with a grin still on her face, "you haven't moved."

She got back on the bed and bent over me, her naked breasts just a little more than tongue length away from my mouth. She giggled as I tried to capture one of her long nipples. She moved back and forth a bit teasing me by keeping her nipple just out of my reach.

Laughing she taunted, "time for that later, my darling sister." "Now I have to make sure you stay put."

Dangling the used hose under my nose, I could smell the odor of sweaty feet as she dragged them across my face. She adjusted my arms a bit further apart, wrapped a stocking around my right wrist and tied it tight to the headboard and then did the same to the left. Pulling her body back she admired her work.

"It's nice to see that you take good care of your body," she remarked as her fingers teased my belly, sides and underarms.

"I can already see that you are going to be such a really GOOD GIRL."

Emphasizing the last words, she began tickling my sensitive underarms with her finger tips,

"You have such pretty underarms and pussy," "but I'd like you to stop shaving and grow hair there and between your thighs."

She slowly moved her fingers up and down my sides with just a feathered touch, ending at my naked mound. Just to repeat the lazy trip in reverse once more over and over again. As my excitement grew, I knew that I could not deny anything she wanted of me. I would gratefully comply with her request just so long as she would keep on exciting me. She strummed my body like playing a banjo. First my pits and then my pussy, the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips picking up the melody. I tried to move away, but my upper body was fixed in place. All I could do was respond with a combination of moaning, groaning and giggling. I do not know how long it continued until the fingers of one hand finally found their way to my hungry clit and pussy lips. Pushing two fingers deep into me, I almost came. I hardly felt this rough intrusion. I was so wet at that first intimate contact there was no pain or discomfort; I could feel my pussy suck her fingers inside and grab hold of them. Moving her fingers in and out of me in a steady rocking rhythm she searched for my hidden g spot. I twisted and turned trying to help her. She kissed my mound and found my clit with her tongue. I felt her tongue and fingers on my clit and in between my soggy pussy lips. I involuntarily spread my legs farther apart to help her contact my vagina more fully.

I felt her wet lips and warm breath. I felt helpless, totally at the mercy of her probing tongue and fingers. I began to bounce off the bed as I got more and more excited. Closer and closer to a powerful orgasm and then she stopped.

"We need to get you tied down completely." She said in a hushed and playful tone as one finger just teased my clit and kept me hanging just short of release.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee let me come," I pleaded with her. The please more of a wail than a single word.

"You can beg me."

"But the answer is still no," she said as she removed her fingers from inside me and licked them clean.

"My job is to bind your legs to the bed and get you prepared."

I hadn't quite realized what she said on a conscious level, "Prepared for what or prepared for whom?" I silently laid in place as Kelly repeated the complicated process of tying one ankle and then the other to the bed frame. My mind cleared suddenly from the sexual haze in which I had been enveloped. I realized I was tied tightly to the bed and unable to move. I tried my hardest to break free, pulling on my bound arms and legs, twisting from side to side, bouncing up and down. I could not break free and Kelly just looked down on me and smiled. I could not help myself but the words just poured out of my mouth without any censor. I wanted to be free.

"Let me go."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I want out of here, you little bitch," I screamed as I fought to get free.

Kelly just stood there in the nude twilling the dirty panties that she had rescued from the hamper.

Twilling them round and round on one finger, "don't make me have to gag you with these just yet," "I love the sounds you make as I tease your pussy."

Holding them to her nose she smirked, "We wore these for several days to get them ready, when we heard you were coming home. They are so stained and smell so ripe."

I continued pulling hard on the stockings and yelling at the naked woman standing maybe three feet away from me.

"You aren't being very cooperative, Maggie."

"You're not going anywhere," she said as she bunched up the red fabric of and leaned forward ready to use them as a gag. Drawing closer to my mouth, she took a closer look at the stained panties and exclaimed, "Oh wait, these are not my panties. They are Shawna's."

My eyes shot open wide at hearing her outburst. I tried even harder to avoid the smelly lingerie as she tried to push them into my mouth. I swung my head from side to side trying my best to avoid the smelly soiled underwear. She gripped my nose and held it firmly closed until I was forced to open my mouth to get a gulp of air. Kelly took the opportunity to shove the filthy panty deep into my mouth to silence me. My screams were now softened to a low unintelligent mumble of unrecognizable syllables. My mouth was assaulted with Shawna's taste of stale pee and cum.

Kelly took a second pair just as rank and smeared with Shawna's crusted body fluids. She pulled them over my head like a face mask and carefully adjusted them; making sure the heavily stained crotch was directly over my nose. Kelly pulled the crotch down on my nose making sure the stained fabric filtered every breathe I took. The leg holes of the panty now were the eye holes through which I stared at my sexy sister. My lungs were filled with the odor of Shawna's past sex drippings and my head was filled with thoughts of what would be happening next as I lay there naked and helpless. Why was Kelly doing this to me?

I didn't have long to wait. Kelly's grin was ear to ear as she came closer and ran a singled digit up and down my sex.

"You make such a pretty picture all wrapped up in Shawna's stockings and naked on our bed."

"I can't wait until Shawna sees you in the morning," Kelly said with an evil grin on her face.

"Shawna thought you were into girls and has wanted you like forever."

"I am so glad you confirmed you like girls too."

"And you telling me how submissive you felt around strong women just made it extra special,"

"I have had plan ever since I heard you were coming home."

"You are going to be my pre-wedding gift to my lover and Mistress."

I moaned behind the panty stuffed deep in my mouth as my sister pushed a second finger into my open and tender pussy.

"Just relax and enjoy it."

I could feel a thickening slime drip from my pussy and cover her probing fingers. Bound to the bed there was no where to go to avoid the slow build up of pleasure emanating from the depths of my gooey love canal. An intense sexual heat radiated from deep inside me and flowed in increasing waves of pleasure and need across my belly. Each ripple driving me closer to a climax that was just out of my reach. Each time Kelly sensed my approaching orgasm she stopped.

"Not yet my darling sister," she whispered, "your orgasms belong to Shawna now."

Waiting for my body to calm down, she would begin again. I cried over and over in frustration. I begged from behind the slimy fabric filling my mouth, now soaked in my own saliva as well as Shawna's spendings. My pleas were ignored, as I moaned feeling the tears falling from my eyes and the touch of my sister's talented fingers in my depths. She brought me higher and higher and then withdrew to drive me into a deep unsatisfying pit of longing. I lay there covered in sweat, time and time again having failed to reach orgasm as Kelly teased and tormented me.

I do not know when I fainted from the cycles of ruined pleasure. When I awoke, I was alone in the room and the Sun was shining through the thin curtains that covered the double window across from the bed. At first, I was still a little disoriented until I tried to move and realized I was tied tight to the bed, naked and with a thin cover haphazardly thrown over my lower body. My nipples and clit were sore and I could feel a thick crusty mess between my wide spread thighs. I pulled at my bonds and could hear the headboard creak as I struggled to get loose. I stopped as I heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom from the hallway. The door opened and there was Kelly, again in her nightgown, but now covered in a long flowing robe.

"You were right," she said to someone in the hallway and yet still unseen by me, "She's awake."

Walking over to me, she pulled the cover that partially covered my lower body and smiled putting her fingers into my swollen pussy lips.

"Still wet, I see," grinning at me with undisguised lust, "ready to greet your new Mistress?"