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From: "Jan V." <jan123@hotmail.com>

Subject: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [2/6] - CORRECTED

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

REPOST: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [2/6] - CORRECTED This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Two - Kiss and tell

Nikki tried to forget it. She and the twins had left Linda at home. They were at the club, dancing, with Mr. Cool's gang. The twins were drinking, may be too much for their own good. Their fake IDs had worked. The way they dressed and looked and moved was enough to convince any bouncer they were precious clients. The bouncers knew they were that kind of girls that attracted clients to their establishments. If they had any doubts about the authenticity of their IDs they sure didn't make a big effort to check them out.

Nikki could not relax. Mr. Cool was a real dreamboat. He had short brown hair and a luscious tan. His chest was flat and had bulging biceps coming out his white, skin-tight T-shirt. But still she couldn't let go and enjoy herself and listen to the sweet things he was whispering into her ear. At last her guilt made her say, "Sorry, I've gotta go home."

"Why?" Mr. Cool asked, astonished.

"I'm worried about my Big Sis."

"Why?" he said. "She's big enough to take care of herself."

"I know. But I don't feel comfortable staying here knowing Linda's home alone. She's always come with us. I just can't. Sorry, I've gotta go."

Nikki left and shuddered. Mr. Cool was angry. He'd spit a few curses. They were probably not meant to her ears but still she'd heard them. She looked back once she left the disco, just making sure she wasn't being followed. She ran back home. When she entered her room, all lights were out. It took a while before her eyes could make out anything in the darkness. Sis was lying in bed.

"Linda?" she called softly. "You sleeping?"

"No" was the answer.

She sat next to Linda, turning the nightstand lamp on. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." Linda saw Nikki's attractive features change. Nikki wore also her hair long but it was straight, very much like the twins'. She knew Nikki hated it so straight, without curls, and wanted to get a perm. Mom wouldn't allow it, though. She was too young for that. When Nikki made as if to go, Linda grabbed her hand. "Don't go. Don't be mad at me. It's just--"

"What?"

Linda had never kept nothing from Nikki. Her sister had always been her best friend. When they were younger they could not stand one another, but for the past three-four years they had turned increasingly to each other for confidences and other intimate issues. Linda, in many ways, had been Nikki's and the twins' mother, taking over the household whenever Mom and Dad were away.

Linda hesitated. She had realized that her attraction to Nikki was nothing new. Many times she had looked with more than casual interest to Nikki's slender, supple body when they happened to see each other naked, at the beach or in the bathroom after a shower. However, she had never admitted to herself that such interest had in fact clear sexual overtones. But how could she? Nikki was a girl... and her own sister!

"Because you're so pretty," Linda finally said, reaching for Nikki's hair. A crazy, overwhelming tenderness for her little sis rushed through her veins. She wanted to hug her and cover her with kisses. But why now? Why did it get so urgent?

"No, I'm not. You're the pretty one."

"No, just look at yourself and see how gorgeous you are. You can get any guy you want."

Nikki giggled and lay next to her sister. Linda was in a strange mood, there was no doubt about it. She seemed depressed, the last thing Nikki expected from her big sis. And that intrigued her. She wanted to know more, to delve into it. Maybe she could help her. She said, "You taught me that, Lin. You showed me how."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did." She told her how she'd tried to ape Linda's every single move when they were younger. She knew how popular her big sis was -- she wanted that same amount of attention. It just felt great to see how much power she held on guys. Even grown men had made passes at her, some of them knowing fully well she was underage.

Nikki's face was very close to Linda's now. Her hand was still caressing Nikki's hair, pulling it back, uncovering that beautiful face that kept on looking at her in earnest. In an impulse Linda held Nikki's waist and pulled her sister closer until their bodies touched. Nikki seemed a lit bit taken aback but she didn't protest. She just seemed confused about the meaning of it. Hesitantly Linda started to kiss Nikki's cheek, slowly moving onto her sister's lips until their mouths found each other. She kissed Nikki but her sister didn't respond. Getting a grip on herself and realizing what she was doing, she stopped, sitting on her bed, shaking.

"I'm sorry, Nikki. I don't know what's got into me."

Nikki sat up as well. She had liked Linda's kiss. She just didn't understand why her big sis had done that -- out of the blue. She enjoyed that closeness. Whenever she was with Linda, she felt safe, loved, taken care of. She wanted more of that. She wanted Linda to kiss her once more. But Linda seemed so upset about it. She reached for Linda and hugged her, feeling the softness of her sister's belly and waist. They'd never been this close. Linda'd never been this tender to her. She felt her nipples grow stiff against Linda's back. She was getting excited with all this. It felt wonderful to be able to touch and smell Linda's hair. Silkiness mixed with a sweet fragrance, so typical of Linda.

"Linda?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to go on."

Linda turned to face her, getting rid of her embrace. "What do you mean?"

"About kissing me. I liked it."

"I thought you'd hated it. I thought you hated me..."

Nikki shook her head. Taking the initiative she threw her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her, hard, with passion, pulling her sister down with her. They kissed. Tongues searched each other. Nikki loved it. She'd never been kissed like that before. So passionately, so desperately. She couldn't understand why Linda had started it. But that didn't matter anymore. Linda held her tight, so tight she was afraid she was going to suffocate. And that made her happy, so damn happy. Her beautiful big sis, the object of lust of so many, was kissing her, making love to her as if tomorrow was the end of the world. Linda slid down to her neck and kissed her there, moving back to her ear, nibbling at it, sending shudders of pleasure up her spine. Then her sister's mouth went for the cleavage of her blouse. Her back arched up, trying to increase the contact between Linda's mouth and her breasts. That made her incredibly hot. Her legs pressed together against Linda's thigh. Only then Nikki realized how wet her pussy was.

Suddenly Linda came to a halt.

"Why did you stop?" Nikki asked, afraid that her sister was having second thoughts.

"I thought you didn't want it anymore."

"NO!!! Please DON'T stop." And to prove her point she kissed Linda's full lips, so pink, so delicious. They were soft, so wonderfully soft, with none of a guy's roughness. "Please, go on. Please."

Linda was astounded by Nikki's pleading. She still felt somewhat guilty. She had started the whole thing. She just wanted to make sure she was not forcing her sister into anything.

"May I?" she asked, meaning the buttons of Nikki's blouse.

"Don't ask me anything. Just do what you want... If you wanna fuck me, just FUCK me."

At first Linda was shocked. The four-letter word was absolutely forbidden at home. It was the first time she had heard that word coming out Nikki's mouth. She was surprised by her sister's bluntness and desire. Nikki's shapely legs kept brushing on her thigh. Her hand landed there, between Nikki's legs. Nikki moaned. Linda kissed her once more, still wondering how her sister could be so hot for her. They knew each other all their lives. Why now? Why this?

Linda's hands slowly but steadily unbuttoned Nikki's blouse. She explored her sister's lacy bra, feeling Nikki's inviting, round full breasts. Tits, they were. She'd always disliked when guys used that word. It'd always sounded debasing in their mouths. Now "tits" sounded exciting. Nikki began to moan when she started to kiss her tits, her hands fumbling for the strap, for a way to snap it open. Readily she found out a way. Sis used the same brand. How to open those bras was no secret for her. "Hurry," Nikki complained. "Kiss them, lick them... I beg you."

Nikki meant her own breasts, her nipples rock hard. She did as she was told. It was heaven on earth, feeling the roundness and softness of Nikki's tits, kissing them, licking them, playing with them. She couldn't get enough of it.

"Nice... That's feels nice, Lin. Go on, please. Kiss me hard, kiss me tender. Just drive me crazy, CRAZY."

On hearing those words Linda didn't care anymore about Nikki's blouse. She just ripped it open, throwing her sister's bra to the floor, going for her trim tummy, kissing her navel.

"Lin... Don't tease me. Let's get undressed."

Nikki's boldness was still something hard to get used to, Linda realized once more. Her blue-gray eyes twinkled with desire, lust for her. Linda wanted to forget that Nikki was her sister and that she was going to make love to her. Nikki took the lead, pulling Linda's T-shirt up and trying to unzip her sister's blue jeans.

"Help me out, Lin," she protested, giggling and falling on top of Linda. And she kissed her, her mouth hungry for those pouting, sensual lips. Linda, so beautiful, and was hers. HERS. This thought excited her. Her beautiful big sis wanted her, yearned for her, had stayed at home because she felt guilty about it. She pressed her pussy against Linda's, through the thick fabric of their jeans. Their tightness helped. Her pussy was getting wetter and hotter by the minute and she loved every minute of it. She started teasing Linda's breasts, fascinated by them. They were slightly bigger than hers -- another reason why she used to envy Big Sis so much. But now, those mounds of soft, sensual flesh were hers to enjoy, to feel, caress, kiss, suck... She swallowed, opening her legs and straddling Linda's thigh, enjoying the right pressure applied to her pussy. She began to bestow kisses upon Linda's tits, licking the white lace of her bra, getting high on Sis' fragrance and softness. She went for the cleavage, trying to nuzzle her bra down. Linda wasn't patient, though. Her sister snapped it open and hurled it to the floor. They laughed as Linda's bra landed where Nikki's bra lay.

"Even our own bras are so hot they want to have sex with each other," Nikki quipped.

"Yes," Linda whispered with a troubled, husky voice. "Come, come to me. Don't make me wait."

And Nikki came, kissing her sister, sucking her saliva, kneading those full breasts of hers. She scrambled to those waiting pink nipples, and she licked and sucked them, like a baby, like a lover, until Linda moaned. She kept moulding them up and down, subjugated by that much softness. Linda's hands touched her hair, tenderly, while she rubbed herself on her sister's thigh. It was getting too much, Nikki thought. This couldn't be real. Big Sis moaned again, convincing her this was too real. They kissed some more. She was falling in love with her, Nikki thought. Maybe she'd been in love with Linda all her life and hadn't realized it. That feeling of belonging made her bit Linda's lips. Linda was taken by surprise but Nikki knew she'd liked it. She moved her hand down Linda's slender body and touched her down there, feeling how moist her sister was. She pushed Linda's zipper further down and slipped her hand under her panties. Linda heaved a deep sigh, trying to press her thighs together, which was prevented by Nikki's leg in between.

Linda searched Nikki's beautiful eyes through her sister's disheveled hair and made her kiss her once more. They kissed while her sister's hands frolicked inside her slit.

"Ooohhh... that's nice, Nikki."

"I know," she said, smiling. "I know, Sis. And let's get rid of your jeans. And mine too."

Nikki pulled her up until they got to their feet. They looked at one another's flushed faces for a moment, then they laughed and hugged each other.

"Come on, Sis. Help me out with these tight jeans of yours."

"Sure, ma'am."

When Linda's jeans fell on the floor, they kissed again, while Nikki's hands worked on her sister's ass, pulling her near. Linda's tongue found its way to Nikki's neck and up to her sister's ear, causing her to tremble and go weak.

"Sisss," Nikki hissed, "you drive me crazy. No guy's managed to do that. Ever..." Her hands were busy slipping under Linda's panties. Her fingers touched her there, fumbling around until they reached Linda's soaking pussy. "You're wet, Sis. You're wet for me."

"Yes," that's all Linda could say.

After disposing of the rest of their clothes, they returned to bed. Nikki still was calling the shots. Linda preferred it that way. Nikki was younger, therefore she didn't have to feel guilty about pressuring anyone into anything. Feeling Nikki's naked young body against hers was all she needed to bring her into an ecstatic moment of happiness. Nikki kept kissing her like no boyfriend of hers ever did. Normally after a few kisses they'd want immediate action. In contrast, Nikki took her time, her svelte thigh brushing against her sister's pussy; her hand playing with Linda's engorged tits; her mouth exploring Linda's nipples, sucking them, leaving a trace of saliva behind and returning to her mouth again. From time to time, Nikki's hand would slide down to her pussy, her slim fingers going slightly in and out, making sure she wouldn't hurt her, unlike some of her boyfriends who'd tried to finger-fuck her without caring if she was ready or not for it. But she was ready now.

"Sis, fuck me," Linda whispered, driving her sister close. "Please." Nikki's answer was a full-blown kiss on her waiting mouth. Nikki'd smiled for a second but soon enough she got her earnest look back. Linda loved her sister's intentness. Apparently Nikki took her sister's pleasure very seriously. And while kissing her, Nikki's fingers prowled down her body and only stopped for her tits, pressing them together, making her moan. Instinctively, she opened her legs for Nikki. Her sister's fingers touched her small patch of blonde pubic hair and went for her dripping slit.

"Do it, don't tease me."

Nikki licked her own lips, smiling at her sister once again, watching her closing her eyes. Her fingers explored Linda's pussy now, and she could feel the waves of pleasure she was creating in that young beautiful girl's body who happened to be her own sister's. That forbidden thought made her hot, accelerating her own moves in Linda's pussy. Her fingers began to fuck Linda, harder and harder, getting damper and damper.

"Yes, Nikki... That's it... Go on... Ooohhh... Uuuhhhhmmmm..."

Nikki silenced her, putting her tit in front of Linda's mouth. She'd guessed that was what her sister wanted. She knew her too well to know when Linda wanted something. When Linda started to suck her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her masturbate against Linda's hip bone.

"Yes, Nikki, go on," Linda begged. "DON'T stop." Her fingers moved closer to Linda's clit, rubbing against it. "Oohh," her sister sighed, "it's so GOOD, so damn fucking good. Say you're fucking me."

"I'm fucking you," Nikki answered, without relenting on her action, her hand completely drenched by her sister's juices.

"Yes, you fucking me... and fucking me good... fucking my brains out..."

If Nikki wasn't so horny herself she would've found it hilarious. She was almost coming. Big Sis' moans, her mouth on her nipples were doing the trick. Linda's lower belly started to buck like a wild animal, urging Nikki's fingers further in. Linda started to cum; her pussy pulsated around her wet fingers. She kept titillating Linda's clit to prolong her sister's pleasure, until she collapsed, exhausted.

Linda soon understood Nikki wasn't ready yet. "Go on, baby. Do it." And Nikki did as she was told, opening her legs and brushing her pussy on Linda's thigh. "Go on," Linda encouraged, putting her hands on Nikki's ass to augment the grinding sensation on her slippery thigh. Nikki's juices were all over her and that excited beyond words. While Nikki slid to and fro, her tits would sway and brush against Linda's globes of flesh, hard nipples against hard nipples, soft skin against soft skin. Nikki convulsed with her orgasm, closing her eyelids and exhaling deeply. A few seconds after, Linda had her second. Sighing, Linda concluded there was nothing sexier than see and hear Nikki cum...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!btnet!netcom.net.uk!netcom.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news73.supernews.com!news From: "Jan V." <jan123@hotmail.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [3/6] - CORRECTED Date: Fri, 13 Sep 1996 03:35:25 +0200 Organization: All USENET -- www.net-link.com Lines: 209 Message-ID: <3238BA53.B12@hotmail.com> Reply-To: jan123@hotmail.com NNTP-Posting-Host: 192.42.114.55 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Macintosh; I; PPC)

REPOST: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [3/6] - CORRECTED

This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Three - Danger

Suddenly Linda sat up on the bed, making Nikki roll over.

"What?" Nikki asked, becoming scared.

Linda made a motion for her to keep quiet. Linda put her robe on and went to the hall. Because of their mad, crazy lust for each other, they'd forgotten to close the door of their room. Linda's heart beat faster. She'd heard something. She hoped it was no burglar. Maybe a rat or something. She almost didn't dare to turn on the light but she had to. She snapped the switch on. Fortunately there was nobody in the hall. She proceeded to the twins' room which was next to theirs. She swung the door open and found nobody either. Maybe she had dreamt the whole thing, she thought. When she was about to give up her search, the same rustling sound came from Mom and Dad's room. This time she was sure of it. The door was half open and someone was definitely there.

"Who's there?" she called, her whole body becoming tense. "Who's there, I say?" She didn't dare to get in. Maybe she and Nikki'd end up raped. Quickly she retreated to her room to fetch her softball bat.

"What's happening, Linda?" Nikki asked.

Linda could see utter fear in her sister's eyes, the very same eyes which had looked so hungry for her a few moments ago. She looked so frail, that slender, feminine body that had given her so much pleasure. And nobody was going to take that away from her, she decided, enjoying her sudden rush of fearlessness. "Just stay put. I don't think it's something serious... I take the bat just in case..." She lied, but she didn't want to scare her sister more than she was now.

With the bat she prodded the door of Mom and Dad's room open. She stopped for a while. No sound came from it. She reached for the switch, activating the lights. Linda couldn't believe her eyes. Zoe and Jeannie were huddled behind the bed, trying to hide from her.

"What the hell..." she began. She realized then they must've heard and seen everything. And now what?!!!!!

Linda took the twins to their room. They looked somewhat frightened. Linda felt a pang of shame. Nikki's and her own scent was all over the place. On top of that, it was obvious that Nikki was naked under the sheets of Linda's bed. There was no denying. The twins knew about what had happened in that room. The question now was how to deal with it. Linda was perfectly aware that if she didn't handle this properly they'd be fingered by the twins, not only to Mom and Dad but to all their friends.

They all sat there in silence -- Linda next to Nikki, the twins on the two wicker chairs. Jeannie didn't look up; Zoe did, but evaded Linda's gaze. Finally Zoe broke the silence, looking at the bat, back to its usual place, leaning against the wall beside the wardrobe.

"I hope you were not going to hit us with it."

"Of course not," Linda said, showing her anger. "If you hadn't sneaked in, nothing like this would've happened."

"We didn't sneak in. We were just going to our room when... We-- were just surprised. We didn't expect--"

Zoe stopped before too late. She was saying too much. She was lying, actually. They'd heard a few moans when they got in. They immediately figured Linda and Rick had planned everything for being alone and make out, while the rest of them were at the club. However, they soon realized something was wrong. They hadn't seen Rick's Harley outside and Nikki's denim jacket lay on the couch downstairs. Therefore, Nikki must be home. Maybe Nikki and Linda were sharing Rick, they thought. They had giggled at this kinky thought and wanted to watch them do it. With the upmost care they climbed up the stairs. Since the door was wide open they stepped in, up to the corner of Linda's and Nikki's private bathroom wall, which kept the beds away from prying eyes. Dumbfounded, they'd looked at each other. The image of Nikki making out with Linda -- without Rick!!! -- was the last thing they'd anticipated.

Zoe'd felt a terrible sense of shame. Not only they were spying on a wild duo making love but also that unexpected girl-girl scene had excited her. She felt her cunt react every time Linda moaned and begged Nikki to fuck her. Her older sisters made a very good-looking pair, very much like those lesbian pictorials she'd seen in Dad's girlie mags. She'd once masturbated to one of those and felt very guilty about it afterward. She was no lesbian, and she had no intention of letting Mom or her sisters catch her with such a mag. Jeannie'd wanted to leave. Zoe'd prevented her, grabbing her arm. She knew her twin sister was ashamed. Jeannie was the shiest of the family and many times she'd had to speak up for her.

"So, what'd you expect?" charged Linda. "You were spying on us, weren't you? From the beginning. Why didn't you say anything? Because you liked what you saw, huh?"

And again Linda could guess what she was thinking. That's why she was always the unquestionable leader of the household. Sometimes even Mom and Dad bowed down to Linda's arguments. Mercy if she was mad at someone. All of a sudden Jeannie began to cry. Zoe tried to calm her down but Jeannie didn't stop. Linda drew near Jeannie and gave her a hug, hushing her, much like when they were younger and she had to play mom of all those three girls yearning for love. Mom and Dad didn't stay long at home -- they always had this or that party to go to. Their kids always came in second place.

"Why are you crying, honey?" Linda asked, without knowing what was happening inside Jeannie. Jeannie didn't know it herself. It was only now, feeling Linda's sweet, warm hug that she knew she wanted the same. She wanted the same attention and tenderness, she wanted Linda to make love to her like she'd done to Nikki. She felt special when her eldest sister paid attention to her. Only now had that dawned on her. So much so that she became acutely aware of Linda's wonderful full breasts against her face. She wanted to open her robe and feel them like Nikki had done. She wanted it so much she resumed her crying.

"What's the matter, Jeannie? You always told me everything that hurt you. That didn't change. I'm still here for you."

"Really?" asked Jeannie, still sobbing.

"Of course. The reason why me and Nikki were in bed... together... was because we've found out how much we love each other. And that is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Linda found amusing how hopeful and wide those light blue eyes became.

"And if--"

"If, what?"

Jeannie couldn't say it aloud. It was too weird. She just cuddled herself closer to Linda, holding her willowy waist tighter, which made her bosom more prominent. It was difficult to ignore them. Swallowing, she finally dared to act. Her hand headed for the opening of Linda's robe, trying to uncover her sister's breasts. Linda didn't oppose her. Jeannie was starving for affection, Linda knew that. Jeannie was never happy with the guys she dated. She was always complaining and pointing to their shortcomings, the reason why she'd never gotten to base one with any of them. Like a baby, she began to suck on Linda's nipples, which in a matter of seconds became erect. Before Jeannie could really start enjoying the unique sensation of sucking another girl's breast, she was knocked over by Zoe.

Pulling Jeannie up and closing her robe, Linda yelled, "What's the matter with you, Zoe?"

"What's the matter with YOU, I ask. You... I can't believe what you're doing. This is just too gross."

"Why?"

It was a simple question to which Zoe had no answer. She had enjoyed watching Linda and Nikki together, but Jeannie with Linda bothered her beyond reason.

"She's just jealous," Jeannie huffed, pulling herself together. "She's always jealous about my boyfriends. She just can't stand them... She -"

"Enough, Jeannie." Linda's stare was hard and serious. Jeannie knew Linda never allowed bickering among them. She was the one who gave the example, never criticizing anyone lightly. Linda was the reason why they had such a close bond. She nurtured a positive attitude toward her sisters, whereas badmouthing anyone was absolutely off-limits.

Linda didn't know what was going to happen. Mom and Dad were back and the unresolved quarrel with Zoe was still to be dealt with. Jeannie was right. Zoe'd always been too afraid of letting her twin sister go. Instead of behaving in a more positive way, Zoe's jealousy always got in the way. She wished Zoe would let up and understand jealousy only makes people unhappy and doesn't solve anything.

"So, you girls had fun?" Dad ask, throwing his newspaper on the coffee table and lighting his pipe.

Zoe was about to say something but Linda beat her to it, cooking up a few standard sentences. Then Linda pulled Zoe aside.

"Don't you dare say anything, you hear me? Do you want to ruin Nikki's, Jeannie's and my life? Mom and Dad wouldn't understand. We'd be grounded or even worse... They'd probably break us apart... and you'd be all alone with them. No more beach houses, no more allowances... Just say goodbye to your nice 'n' easy life. Is that what you want? Think about it."

After such a speech Zoe began to shake. Sensing that Mom was behind them she dashed up the stairs, back to her room.

"What's the matter with her?" Mom asked, looking up and then down, facing her eldest daughter.

Linda just shrugged, turning away. Mom wouldn't care, she never did. Why did she even bother to ask anyway?

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REPOST: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [4/6] - CORRECTED

This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Four - Seductions

Nikki was mad at Zoe. Zoe had almost bungled up everything. If Linda hadn't intervened, they'd surely be on the way to an institution. Mom and Dad were very strict, especially everything connected with sex. Even their monthly period was a subject not to be discussed with them. That's why Linda was such a blessing. With Big Sis she knew she could talk about anything. She had this urge to be with her and kiss her, hug her, make love to her. It was so sweet... All that made her pussy quiver.Warmth and moisture were oozing down her pussy. 'Gawd, I must stop thinking about her', she thought. Daydreaming about Linda was such a strong feeling now that made her forget everything. And they had only one week to go. After that school, friends and boyfriends would complicate the picture. She knew Linda wouldn't have time for her.

That evening Nikki looked at her watch constantly. At 9 pm she yawned and explained how tired she was. Mom scolded her for not putting her hand before her mouth, but she couldn't care less. All she wanted was that her sister understood she wanted to be with her. Linda, however, seemed absent-minded, not paying attention to any of her hints.

"Lin, are you coming?" she had to ask. Desperation grew.

"Hmm?"

"I'm tired. I'm gonna turn in. Are you coming?"

"A little bit later."

An enormous letdown, she felt. Slowly she dragged her feet up the stairs. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her feelings for Sis were ridiculous, absolutely, totally ridiculous... Linda was her sister, not her lover... But still she couldn't forget that Saturday evening, when they made love for the first and last time. After being caught by the twins, Linda wouldn't let her touch her... Sis was afraid somehow. About Zoe and Jeannie... She was their Big Sister, and therefore she had to think about them too. Then Nikki had this idea -- if she seduced Jeannie and... Zoe too... maybe Linda's qualms'd go away...

On the very next morning she woke up early -- a first -- and decided to put her seduction plan into action. After taking a shower and put her skimpy bikini on, she shook everybody up. Beach time, she announced. Her sisters couldn't believe their eyes. She was so active and awake. 'What was happening to their lazy sister?' they all more or less asked. And she just smiled. Wait and see...

Instead of going to the same beach along the promenade, Nikki convinced them to jump into Linda's Jeep and go see another beach. She particularly liked Linda's smile. It seemed Big Sis found amusing all her sudden energy and the novelty of going to another place. Linda seemed more relaxed too. Linda's self-imposed leadership and sense of responsibility for her sisters could be a burden sometimes. Nikki was more than glad to take the lead and give Linda a break, at least for a while.

Nikki had chosen for a secluded beach, not known by many people. Linda'd asked how she knew about that beach. It'd been one of her early summer loves... Jimmy, it was his name... He'd tried to seduce her there and have sex... But being alone with him on that beach scared her somehow. When he moved for the kill, she had to shove him away. Without saying a word he brought her home and fortunately she hadn't seen him since.

Linda smiled almost imperceptibly with that story of failed seduction. Again Big Sis was in one of her whimsical moods, Nikki realized. Her hand protected her eyes from the sunshine while she scanned the blue horizon and the quiet sea.

"Nice place, Nikki."

She was going to say thanks, but she didn't. She could feel Linda wanted some distance. Giving an answer would violate that feeling.

The beach was deserted, which more or less annoyed Zoe. Jeannie found it great. They could sunbathe topless, she'd cried out loud. And so they did. They stretched out their towels on the sand and took all their clothes off except for the bikini bottoms. Nikki offered herself to help Jeannie with the sunblock. Jeannie giggled, saying that would be fun. Nikki started to think that seducing Jeannie wouldn't be that hard after all. There was an inviting twinkling in Jeannie's eyes. Maybe her younger sister couldn't forget what she had seen either. Maybe Jeannie wanted to break the ice as well. She had to find a way to convince Linda that it was ok for them to make love to each other.

Helping Jeannie with the sunblock had turned her on -- definitely. Spreading that slippery, warm oil over those small pert breasts had caused a little turmoil between her legs. Nikki liked Jeannie's lissom, agile body. Jeannie was a cheerleader now -- no wonder! She just wanted to hug her sister and feel that beautiful, sunkissed body against her own. She had jolted when Jeannie had worked on her inner thighs and as though she knew about her seduction plan. Done with the oiling and as horny as she could be, Nikki couldn't just let her sister go. Instead, she called softly, "Come. I want to tell you something."

Intrigued, Jeannie allowed it. They walked to the sea, hand in hand, like two lovers. Jeannie's heart beat faster. Nikki had a secret and wanted to share it with her. What could it be? About Linda? Zoe? She didn't know. All she knew is that Nikki's ways were peculiar. Strangely enough that excited her. It felt as though her sister wanted to seduce her?! A few days before the absurdity of such an idea would be taken for granted. However, after that famous Saturday evening everything appeared to be possible. It felt great to be able to walk hand in hand with Nikki. It was sensual and sexy to do that. She wanted to reach out and kiss her right there and then. A stronger wave washed on the beach, sprinkling them with surf, producing an excuse to hold Nikki close. Nikki did the same, encircling her waist and pulling her near till their faces bumped against each other, till their eyes met and inexplicably their lips looked for each other and the kiss came true.

The kiss was short-lived. They looked around each other, making sure nobody was watching them. Fortunately the beach was still deserted, except for Linda and Zoe. Suddenly Jeannie got too nervous, her legs began to shake.

"Let's get back, Nikki. I just don't feel ok."

"All right," Nikki replied, withdrawing her hand from Jeannie's waist. Jeannie understood her sister was disappointed. She could not understand why nerves were getting the better of her. Maybe because she was afraid of what Zoe might think. Her twin sister could be rather overbearing sometimes.

"Hi, you guys," Linda called out, coming over. "How's the water?"

"A little bit cold," Jeannie said, smiling back at Linda.

"No, it's not," Nikki countered, and then without warning she began to spatter her sisters silly, kicking in the water. Giggling, Linda and Jeannie went after her. Nikki had to "pay" for what she had done. After a short race they managed to secure Nikki, making her dive into the waves. Soon they returned to the sand, their laughter subsiding. They watched the waves breaking, the water caressing their feet. It felt wonderful and relaxing. That insane tenderness toward Linda washed over Nikki again. She wanted them to hold hands, but she was afraid to ask. Noticing her stare, Linda's smile disappeared from her beautiful face.

"I'd better go," she announced, standing up and brushing the sand off her bikini bottom, "or Zoe might think we don't like to be around her anymore."

"She could've joined us."

"Yes, Jeannie, she could've. But Zoe's pissed off and you know that."

Jeannie shrugged as her big sister left. She didn't understand Linda's irritation over nothing. She looked at Nikki. Tears ran down her face. Nikki could be very sensitive at times, she knew that. It was something she could identify with, and that moved her. Brushing her sister's long hair away, she said, "Don't cry. Everything'll be ok." She kissed her cheek, raising a little smile on her sister's pink lips. They faced each other and before long their lips met in a slightly desperate kiss meant to chase away the sadness. Nikki's lips were sweet and tender. Jeannie loved that tenderness, and Nikki's quiet way of kissing. No rush to go anywhere or to score. It was just them and the beach and the waves and their kiss.

Back home, Zoe was still not speaking. Despite Nikki's attempts to raise her spirits, Zoe was still a very real threat. Zoe could spill the beans in a whim. And then what? Jeannie chose not to think about it. It'd be like a major earthquake in their house, she was sure of it. It made her sad Zoe could be such a bitch. What was wrong about kissing Nikki or suck on Linda's breasts? Why did she make such a fuss about it? If they all wanted it, why not? She was almost sure Zoe was jealous. Zoe was rather insecure about her relationships. Come to think of it, they both were... Linda's boyfriends overshadowed by far the guys Zoe and she dated. Linda had such a magnetic personality, and her light green eyes... Who could say no to them? A thrill jolted through her, concentrating itself between her legs. Then she had the craziest idea -- if Linda seduced Zoe and made her understand it was ok what they did, everything'd be fine. She shook her head. It was no use. Linda would never agree to it. Linda had a strong dislike for devious plans.

Weeks went by and all that unusual sexual activity among them was shoved aside by their friends, homework, and cheerleading practice.They kept on dating a couple of guys... but after such intense moments down at the beach house, going out with a guy had lost its glamor, becoming an insipid exercise of showing off each other to their friends. Signs of frustration began to crop up. Nikki noticed that Linda would not go out so often anymore. She'd blame homework but Nikki knew something else was cooking. Confirming her suspicions, one evening she surprised Linda crying. She had opened the door without asking. After all they shared that bedroom.

"What's the matter?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, next to Big Sis.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Why are you crying then?"

"Don't ask."

"Ok, I'm gone."

Before she could get to her feet, Linda caught her arm. "I'm sorry. It's just... It's just so hard... to forget..."

"To forget?"

"About what happened... between us."

"I can't forget what happened either," Nikki said, almost not believing that her beautiful sister could feel the same way. "Every time I go out with a guy I just wonder how it'd be like if the guy was you. It sounds weird, I know... But I can't help it. I can't help that I think about making love to you all the time. It was so sweet... I just can't help it."

Seeing Nikki bursting into tears, Linda pulled her sister closer until they kissed, mouths thirsty for probing tongues, hands craving for soft curves, breasts yearning for patient, unyielding caresses...

"Oh Nikki..." she gasped, feeling her pussy react instantly. Only Nikki made her feel that way. It seemed she had crossed the desert and returned to the oasis... How much she had longed for this moment, how much she had denied her true feelings. This crazy passion, this overwhelming lovemaking was all she wanted. And when Nikki touched her breasts, her deft fingers grazing her nipples under her skin-tight T-shirt, was enough to make her heavy breathing stop, her legs press against Nikki's thigh, holding the wave of ecstasy in. Then she breathed out, covering her beautiful younger sister with kisses.

Realizing what had just happened, Nikki smiled. "You came?"

"Yes," Linda said, blushing.

"But I didn't even--"

"You don't need to. Just touching you and you touching me is enough."

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REPOST: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [5/6] - CORRECTED

This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Five - Surrender

Zoe was surprised to see that Linda and Nikki were at "it" again. She had found them together, in Linda's bed. She could see they were naked under the sheets and the smell of sex was everywhere... Linda held Nikki close, while Nikki's head rested on Linda's shoulder. Their faces had a contented look to them. They had made love all night or so it seemed. She had knocked but apparently those two sex maniacs were too tired to hear anything. 'At least they could've locked the door', she thought. She returned to bed, frustrated and angry. She'd already thought about telling everything to Mom and Dad a million times. At least they'd stop. It was unnatural, sick, perverted... If they were ugly and unable to find guys to satisfy their needs she could understand it -- more or less... But Linda and Nikki were just the opposite. Guys would line up just to ask them out... It was just too damn crazy.

Yet... The image of her two beautiful sisters sleeping together and the knowledge they'd become lovers turned her on. She didn't want to, but she could not help it. Maybe it was in their genes... Dad's favorite mags were Hustlers featuring two slender, exquisite blondes going at it... She knew that because the remaining ones had ended up in the trash can when Mom started to complain about his ever burgeoning collection. Dad's mags were unlike the crassy stuff Joe -- a guy she used to date -- once had shown her. She hated those pictorials with girls wearing garter belts and high heels. No "real" girl would do that, she thought. No "real" girl would make love wearing that stuff -- it'd be just too uncomfortable. She loved it when the girls wore nothing or just a light summer dress or sneakers or other sporty stuff... Heavy make-up was also a turn-off... Gawd, she was getting hot thinking about those girlie magazines...

Her hand slid down and reached out for her pussy under the sheets. Her panties were wet... "No wonder," she thought, smiling inwardly. Her hand slipped in her panties. She resisted the urge to masturbate, to touch her clit... But it was too late now to stop. Her hand began to pat her oozing cunt, the palm of her hand pressing her clit ever so lightly. She bit her lips, preventing a moan to escape from her mouth. She continued with her pussy-fingering while fantasizing about her biggest turn-on of all: when the two of them kissed, a "real" kiss, not the *fake* tongue-flick she used to see in many X-rated material she had come across. Seeing those two beautiful females lost in a deep deep kiss, forgetting where and who they were, was enough to shoot her into high gear... It was so sexy... It was special... The symmetry of it, breasts rubbing breasts, wet cunt against another wet hot cunt, and long flowing blond hair all over them... Ooohhh, it was too much. With that thought and her hand in her quivering pussy, she almost came... Her hand was so damp with her juices...

Zoe looked at Jeannie but her twin sister was still sleeping. Relieved, she resumed her fingering. She wouldn't want Jeannie to see her like that, specially when she had criticized all her sisters for their lewd, unacceptable behavior. Abhorring sex and anything related to it was something Mom had instilled in all of them. Zoe knew, in Mom's mind, she was only trying to protect her own daughters from premature pregnancy. On the other hand, by doing so, Mom drove Dad to those mags, maintaining an apparent sexless facade to their kids.

She closed her eyes and returned to her masturbatory bliss, imagining being one of those blondes, embarking in a deep kiss with the other model, while the other voluptuous girl fingered her pussy. "Ooohhh," she gasped. "Oh, Gawd, this is too... much." She sat up in her bed and took off her pajamas top. It was getting too damn hot under the sheets... Letting her naked breasts uncovered, her hand resumed its ministrations, going up and down her soaking slit, penetrating it from time to time. She relished feeling her fingers against the wet walls of her cunt, as if she was touching another girl's cunt. "Ooohhh," she let go again. "Oohhhh..." She opened her legs further, while her fantasy girl kissed her inner thighs with small, slow, teasing kisses, going for her throbbing center of pleasure. When her fantasy girl began to lick her down there, a incredible wave of pleasure ripped through her, sending her up to cloud nine... With her fingers she spurred the other girl to speed up her licking, driving her crazy with lust. She had never been this hot, ever... Eventually she came, a bolt of orgasmic bliss taking over her body like electricity.

Long minutes passed before she returned to earth, feeling very relaxed. She hadn't felt this relaxed for ages. Then she let her head roll to the side, exhausted, and to her horror she met Jeannie's smirking face, propped up by her hands.

"What?"

"What, what?"

"Why are you grinning like that?"

"No reason," Jeannie said, getting up and going to the bathroom. "I was just thinking how people like to talk... and before you know they're doing the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

From the bathroom, Jeannie replied, "You know perfectly well what I mean, Zoe. Don't play the bimbo with me. I'm not one of your boyfriends."

Zoe heard Jeannie pee. Apart form her pajamas top her sister had only her panties on when she sprang out of bed, and she was going to reappear without them in their bedroom. Jeannie always did that before she took her morning shower. For an unknown reason, that mental image excited her. She couldn't understand why. She'd witnessed that very scene a zillion times, why should it be different now? Because her sister reminded her of those girls in Dad's mags? Because she had just fantasized about such a girl going down on her and had one of the best -- if not the best -- orgasms of her life?

She felt guilty somewhat, but knowing that Linda and Nikki were also at it allayed her fears. *They* had started it!

"Lost your tongue?" Jeannie asked, heading for her bed. Like she had guessed, her sister came back wearing nothing other than her pajamas top, long enough to hide her triangle of blond pubic hair but short enough to reveal her long, tanned, slender legs. Again, she felt a thrill between her own legs. Jeannie played with her panties, swirling them around her index.

"Do you have to do that?" Zoe grumbled. Jeannie had slumped down on her bed. Her sister's proximity was making her nervous.

"What?"

"Showing off your panties like that."

"So? It's only me and you. It's not the first time you see me do that. On the other hand, it was quite a show you put up this morning... with your getting naked and your moaning... I've never--"

"Ok, I get the picture. You don't have to rub it in."

Jeannie was surprised by Zoe's bad temper. Zoe jumped out of her bed and locked herself in the bathroom. Jeannie didn't know what was going on in her twin's head. She could feel Zoe's shame though.

She regretted her decision now. She should've made as if she had slept through the whole thing. But it had been so sexy and even exhilarating. After all Zoe was not that uptight about sex. Her twin sister had always been very reserved about sexual matters. She'd hear her masturbate on occasion but Zoe'd keep it quiet. Not this morning, however... Why? Out of her date with Joey the night before?

During the following days, Zoe was divided. She didn't know what to do about Linda and Nikki. It was difficult to ignore the fact they were spending more and more time together. The two of them'd go early to bed, using the convenient excuse they were tired from school and homework. They'd turn down dates, accepting only a couple of them just to keep up appearances. Sometimes they acted like two ridiculous teenagers in love. They'd hug each other and kiss as soon as Mom and Dad left for work and let their daughters to their own devices. They'd even make out on the couch in the living room, giggling if Jeannie or herself happened to walk in on them.

Anger and desire, it was what she felt. Anger, because they should act their age. Desire, because she wanted to experience the same passion, the same loving, the feeling that someone really cared about her. Without even noticing, she became depressed. Her grades were slipping and she'd gotten a warning from her cheerleading coach. She couldn't concentrate, she missed too many steps, ruining the coordination of the squad. On that day she ran off to the locker room, tears running down her cheeks. Soon Jeannie joined her, with an anxious expression in her face.

"Zoe, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting next to her. Zoe was still crying, doubled up. "Zoe, please, tell me. You're really worrying me. Are you pregnant?"

"No, I'm not pregnant," she protested, straightening herself up. "You know I don't sleep around."

"I'm sorry. It's just I'm worried about you. Everybody is."

"Yeah, right."

"*I am*, damn it. And if you don't see it is because you're blind." Jeannie got up and was about to leave. Her sister made her sit down, though, locking her arm around hers.

"Please, don't go," she pleaded. "Please don't leave me here alone."

Jeannie looked into Zoe's shiny eyes, tears still welling up. She could feel her desperation. But why was she so desperate? Why? "Zoe, what's wrong? Is it Joey? Did Joey get frisky with you?" Zoe shook her head. "Then what?"

"Let's not talk about it. And please don't tell anything to Mom and Dad. Not even to Linda or Nikki. Ok?"

"Ok, if that's what you want."

They took her sweaty clothes off and got in the showers. Zoe let out a cry, squawking about the coldness of the water. Jeannie began to lather herself, enjoying the fact that they had the showers to themselves and didn't have to share the few stalls available with a bunch of screaming girls.

"Jeannie," Zoe said, looming at the entrance of her stall, "I forgot my soap. Can I borrow yours?"

"Sure... You're forgetting everything these days, aren't you? But why don't you come in? We'll share it."

"No..."

"Come on," Jeannie retorted, pulling her sister in, "don't be such a prude. Here it is," she added, handing the soap to Zoe, "or shall I do it for you?"

"No, someone may see it and..."

"...and think we're lovers?" Jeannie asked, pulling up a mischievous smile.

"Jeannie!"

"You said it, or suggested it. Not me. I don't see anything wrong about it. Not everybody who lathers someone else wants to be his or her lover, don't you think? Anyway you're my sister. Those things happen between sisters, right?"

All that talk and Jeannie's naked body so close made her quiver. She was confused, so damn confused. Suddenly an unsurmountable desire of kissing Jeannie came over her, but the fear of getting caught or Jeannie's reaction made her stop in time. If Jeannie repelled her, she'd curl up and die. Never in all her life she had felt that vulnerable. Jeannie was her identical twin, they were born out of the same placenta. Only but identical twins were born like that; non-identical twins had their own placentas... she had learned it in the biology class... Nobody in the whole universe could be closer to someone. Jeannie was her life, her obsession, she'd always been. Only now, in that crummy shower she shared with her, surrounded by water, she realized that. It was as though that stall had become that same placenta that had fed them, kept them alive, before they were born.

Jeannie watched her sister. Zoe's eyes seemed so distant and then in the next moment they gained a strange intentness. The twins finished their showers and left the gym after explaining to the coach they were heading home earlier. The coach accepted their apologies, as long as it didn't become a habit. Fortunately the coach hadn't pushed for details.

At this point Jeannie wished she was sixteen, so she could drive a car. Instead they'd have to wait for the bus. The trip home was uneventful, only Zoe remained withdrawn. Jeannie decided to hold her hand. She wanted to assuage her pain, although she didn't understand what was going on inside Zoe's head.

Zoe was surprised when Jeannie squeezed her hand. She squeezed her sister's hand back. She smiled at her. That's why she loved her. She was the sweetest girl she'd ever met, sweeter than Nikki or even Linda. Back to their room, they plunked themselves down on their respective beds. Fatigue was seeping back through their bodies, so much so they were drifting to sleep. When Zoe woke up she found Jeannie sleeping next to her, her arm holding her waist close. She watched Jeannie's serene face, eyes shut, her quiet breathing hitting her neck, tickling her somewhat. Then the breathing stopped and those shiny blue eyes came into view.

"Hi, Sis," Jeannie said, smiling, pulling their hair out of the way.

"Hi," she chuckled, amused by Jeannie's greeting, as though they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Feeling better?"

"I guess."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Zoe shook her head.

"Ok, I understand."

"No, you don't."

"What?"

"No, you don't and won't understand."

"What, for chrissakes?" Zoe was still hesitating, but this time Jeannie looked deep into her sister's eyes and understood everything. Zoe was in love with her, Zoe wanted to make love to her... That would explain Zoe's stares in the stall. She hadn't never felt so naked when her sister's eyes gazed at her boobs. She was flabbergasted. "Oh Zoe, what didn't you tell me?"

"What?"

"That you wanted us to make love..."

"Who says?"

"Your eyes say it. I know you. I know you better than anyone else." Zoe shook her head, denying it, but Jeannie knew she was right. She kissed Zoe lightly on her lips. "If you want me to stop, say it, but I ain't gonna stop unless you say so..." She said it, and she delivered it, kissing her sister deep, tongues searching tongues, lips crushing lips, until Zoe moaned.

"Oh Jeannie... I love you."

Jeannie smiled. It was Zoe's surrender... to her. After all, Nikki's plans of seduction had not been needed. Nikki had confessed to them one day she'd had one too many. They all had... except for Zoe, angry, angry Zoe...

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REPOST: Sisters (ff inc teen cons) [6/6] - CORRECTED

This is a story of consensual lesbian incest (sister-sister, twins). If you don't like it, don't read it. I give a lengthy background to the situations which may involve sex. I am aware this may turn off some impatient readers. However, I prefer to write it that way because it makes everything more plausible. So there: you have been warned. Enjoy!

Comments, suggestions are always welcome (jan123@hotmail.com). ff stories are welcome as well.

© Jan V. - 1996 - all rights reserved

Part Six - Bliss

Linda woke up, stretching out, her mouth gaping open in a long, relaxing yawn. She had slept wonderfully. After such a steamy session of lovemaking with Nikki, they'd fall asleep as peacefully as two innocent children without a worry in the world.

It was weekend again, thank God. No school, no duties... plus Mom and Dad were gone to another trip with a couple of friends, the reason why she and Nikki hadn't even bothered to lock the door of their bedroom. Slipping her T-shirt on to cover her naked body, she left the room, heading for the kitchen downstairs. She was thirsty and slightly hungry. There was nothing best than wild lovemaking to produce a healthy appetite. Aware of that, Nikki had once brought a fruit bowl to their room and before initiating each kiss she'd give her a strawberry or a cherry for her to savor but not to eat immediately. She'd roll the cherry in her mouth, taunting her with an impish smile. Nikki'd lean over and give her a deep kiss, pressing the cherry against her teeth and tongue. She'd take the cherry out of her mouth and slide it up and down and between her sister's breasts, sweeping it over her sensitive nipples, which would stiffen... Nikki'd then do something unexpected, like holding her tight, kissing her neck, while her hands were busy caressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples, making them even harder. Nikki'd then resume her caresses with that damn cherry, going up her own body, touching her own tits with it. She'd shift the whole thing back to Linda's love-aching body, beginning in Linda's willing mouth, and with the new saliva Nikki'd leave a wet trail down her sister's body, causing a few body quakes. To end the whole sweet torture, Nikki'd drop the cherry on Linda's pussy and wet it with Linda's juices, and only then she'd bite it, kissing Linda, her tongue pushing part of the burst cherry into Linda's mouth.

The taste of a cherry combined with the juices of "another-kind-of cherry" -- like Nikki had put it -- were exquisite, and the effect of that on their lovemaking was amazing. It had been the wildest sex they'd had together so far. With that thought, Linda felt the moisture building up in her pussy. 'No,' she said to herself, 'I've got to think about something else or I'll have to finish myself off right here in the hall.' She even thought she'd heard a moan. She listened carefully... Yes, it was definitely a moan, and it came from the twins' room. At first she thought one of the twins had gotten hurt. She had no difficulty in opening the door as they hadn't locked it. She had knocked but apparently they hadn't heard her. Like in her own room, the twin's beds were not visible from the entrance. She had to walk past the bathroom door and the small hall, which connected the bedroom itself with its private bathroom, in order to see what was going on in those beds... And before she saw it she'd already guessed it. Those were moans of pleasure... Zoe was eating Jeannie's pussy... Linda could only see Zoe's blond head bobbing up and down, Jeannie's hands guiding Zoe's mouth. Then Jeannie pushed her sister's head down and down and against her pussy, while Zoe's hands moulded Jeannie's breasts, tweaking her nipples, making Jeannie lift her body and gasp from pleasure.

"Oh Zoe..." Jeannie whimpered. "Zoe, baby... That... feeeels... sooo... fucking... gooood..."

Linda was nonplussed. It seemed as though Zoe was quite experienced in making love to a woman. Zoe, the most prudish of her sisters, was eating Jeannie's pussy almost like a "pro". All of a sudden Linda felt a hand on her shoulder. She almost screamed, but fortunately she didn't. It was Nikki, not Mom or Dad... Her beautiful sister Nikki, grinning like crazy, encircled her waist and whispered into her ear, "Is that what I think?"

"Yes," Linda replied, keeping her voice down. With her hands Linda pulled her sister even closer, tightening her embrace around her quivering, hot body. She wanted to feel those breasts, those mighty hard nipples, against her back, while she played the voyeur... She'd considered leaving the twins alone but now that Nikki was behind her, watching them as well, spying on her sisters didn't feel that wrong... She almost moaned out loud when Nikki began caressing her breasts over her T-shirt, another hand sliding down her tummy, teasing her... She opened her legs but Nikki's hand had other plans... In the meantime, Jeannie came, thrashing in her bed, rolling her eyes, raising her body and letting it fall, with utter satisfaction radiating from her cute face... Jeannie pulled her twin sister up, and they began to kiss, Zoe's hand remaining on Jeannie's pussy.

Linda felt so hot. She'd never imagined that one day she'd be this horny... She wanted to make love with Nikki all the time. It was never too much nor too strong... It was becoming like a drug. She desired Nikki more and more... And as crazy as it may sound Nikki seemed to feel the same way about her... And the twins followed them, matching them in passion. Jeannie was licking her own juices off Zoe's mouth and face, her body still trembling from time to time, as Zoe's hand went on with its pussy-fingering. When Jeannie reached out for Zoe's pussy, Zoe's eyes went shut, her teeth biting her lower lip, holding her breath in.

"Oohh Jeannie... Jeannie... Jeannie... I love you."

Jeannie's answer was kissing her sister, gaping mouth against gaping mouth, hands producing the sweetest trembling, igniting their senses and making their juices flow down beautiful tanned thighs. Every time Jeannie or Zoe touched the other's nipples they'd both shudder as if they were connected somehow, using a common wiring... 'It's almost magical watching these two beautiful identical female bodies making love to each other', Linda thought.

Linda kissed Nikki without turning her body, only her head, meeting Nikki's sensual, soft, inviting lips. Nikki's hands got rid of her T shirt. Nikki wore only her sexy panties of white lace they had bought together, not long ago... It'd been so sexy and perverted to make out with Nikki in that fitting stall, while the unsuspecting salesclerk kept asking if everything was to their liking. Without losing a second, Nikki's eager hands were all over her body, causing the wildest thrills, her wet lips trailing down her neck... The sensation was so strong that her legs almost failed her. Nikki's hands returned to her tits, massaging them, making her nipples hard again, and then they glided down her belly, waiting, and then stroking her blond bush.

"Baby," Linda murmured, "you're driving me crazy."

"You too, Sis. You always do drive me crazy."

"Go on, fuck me... fuck my pussy."

Nikki only smiled. She loved to tease Linda, make her want, crave for her hand, for her touch until she began to beg and beg and beg. She loved to see Linda's cum oozing down her legs, drenching her hand. She'd then bring her fingers to her lips and she'd suck them one by one, exciting Linda even more.

Nikki looked at the twins again while her hand touched Linda's inner thigh, making Linda shudder and moan softly against her ear. Nikki watched Jeannie suck and lick Zoe's breasts, bringing Zoe closer and closer to orgasm. Jeannie's middle finger titillated Zoe's clit, sliding up and down her sister's slit. Zoe's pleading eyes made Jeannie grasp what her twin sister was craving for. Her mouth began to have a will of its own, kissing and licking Zoe's ribcage, then her upper belly, brushing past her belly button, licking it, then her lower belly, and that wonderful, well trimmed blond bush, so much like her own... Zoe waited, teasing her sister, inhaling that scent, the scent of a girl in need...

"Jeannie, please... Don't-- Don't stop."

Jeannie rose, leaving that dripping pussy that wanted her mouth so badly. She began to kiss, suck, lick Zoe's toes, one by one.

"Jeannie, please..." Zoe pleaded once again.

But Jeannie wouldn't listen to her... Nikki smiled, because she was using the same tactics with Linda, teasing and teasing, until her sister implored to be brought off.

"Do me, Nikki," Linda'd whisper, "do me. I can't stand it anymore..."

Jeannie was licking Zoe's inner thigh now and this time she didn't tease anymore. Her tongue met Zoe's pussy finally. Jeannie kissed it, licked it, lapped all those juices up. And she wanted more... and more... and MORE. Carefully, her index explored Zoe's rosy lips, her tongue prodding where Zoe's engorged clit was.

"Yes, that's it," exclaimed Zoe. "Put that fucking finger up my fucking cunt. Yes... That's it... That's it, baby... Yes... That's it... Oohhhh... Suck my clit now... Ooohhh... Yes, like that. Ooohhhhhh... Baby... Jeannie... Uuuuugggghhhh... Yes, go on... go on... OOOOHHHHH..."

Nikki was grinning now. Zoe was really using all her four-letter words... What Mom and Dad would think if they heard their most dutiful daughter talking like that?

Zoe came at last, Jeannie's mouth sucking her cunny empty, her fingers going in and out, aping a small cock, stimulating Zoe's clit beyond reason. Jeannie's mouth remained there, her lips keeping the sucking effect because she knew she'd like Zoe to do that for her. After that, it was post orgasmic bliss...

If Zoe'd had her orgasm, Linda hadn't yet. At this point Linda took Nikki's hand and planted it on top of her aching pussy. She could NOT wait any longer or she'd go crazy. She wanted it now. Nikki was such a devil... Linda thought she could fuck anything now, ANYTHING, if Nikki didn't make her cum. To encourage her sister, Linda gave Nikki a hot, burning kiss, sucking all Nikki's saliva, mixing it with her own...

"Nikki, please... PLEASE!!!!"

And as soon as Nikki's hand invaded her pussy, penetrating her all the way up in one go, bolts of unending pleasure flooded all her body and her brain, her cum flowing down her thighs, her legs giving in, her mind forgetting where she was, ordering a long, loud, husky moan, which came from the deepest nook of her soul.

Hearing that moan, the twins looked up and found their older sisters making out in their own room, Nikki's fingers up Linda's cunt. Too flabbergasted to say anything, they saw Linda hug Nikki, apparently after a long, exhausting orgasm. Linda kissed Nikki for a long long while, her eyes closed, as if she was on drugs... Slowly Linda's green magnetic eyes opened again, and watched them. She smiled, a melting smile... And after that smile Jeannie knew she still wanted Linda, badly... She'd even kill for her if she asked her to... only to spend an evening with her beautiful big sis, alone, only the two of them... Chances were that would never happen... Nikki wouldn't allow it... Zoe wouldn't either... And Linda? Would she want that? Would she? She didn't know... but one day she'd find out... sooner or later...

FINAL NOTE - If you liked this story and you would like a sequel, send me an e-mail (jan123@hotmail.com) and tell me why. If the reactions I get are encouraging enough I will write what is going to happen to Linda, Nikki, Zoe and Jeannie. On the other hand, if you prefer a totally different story, tell me why as well. I will do my best. The sequel (if there will be one?!) will be sent directly to your e-mail address, if you so wish. Otherwise, I will just post it to our wonderful newsgroup.

Take care,

Jan V.

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B & D ACADEMY

The breakfast ordeal was over... Finally. Mariko sat at the table trying to "will" the corn flake off the end of her nose and wondered just how she got herself into these things. She felt doubly responsible this time because she had gotten not only herself, but her roommate, Courtney Richmond, into this predicament. Mariko looked across the beautifully appointed breakfast table at her friend who was sitting strapped to a high-back leather covered chair identical to Mariko's with a dejected look on her face and oatmeal in her hair. At 22, the blonde girl was two years younger than Mariko and about two inches taller at 5'6". She was the type of girl who seemed to turn men's heads everywhere she went, but she never was never one to notice. They had struck up an immediate friendship and decided to share an apartment soon after they had first met at the job that was to get them into this mess.
Sitting smugly at the head of the table was their principal tormentor, Allison Palmer, owner, president, chief-of-staff and head bitch of B&D (Beauty and Definition) Cosmetics. She was a tall, strong, attractive (in a hard sort of way) redhead with a short flip hair style. She sat with one leg slung over her chair arm, sipping coffee and smirking at the two helpless girls. She had a devious twinkle in her eye, a twinkle Mariko had come to know all too well over the last two weeks (or was it three?). Allison finished her coffee with one final gulp and then rang the little bell that was next to her place setting. When they first arrived at the estate, Mariko had expected a butler in a tuxedo or at least a French maid to respond but instead, the double doors of the huge dining room opened up and as they had in the past, in marched six oriental women, with three coming around behind Mariko and the others taking a similar position behind Courtney. Mariko couldn't decide just what nationality the women were, although she had ruled out the possibility that they could be Japanese like herself. They were all squat, rugged farm type girls, probably from the mainland. They just did not fit in these lavish surroundings. Not the Jet-Set type at all like Allison and her friends. Or the sympathetic type either.
Both girls were becoming painfully used to this routine. They knew that now was not the time to talk, even though it was one of the few times during the day that they were physically able to, but Courtney seemed determined to press her luck.
"And what's for dessert?" she asked Allison with her best sarcastic smile that didn't begin to hide the contempt she obviously felt for Allison. She barely got the statement out before one of the guards grabbed a handful of Courtney's blond hair and yanked her head back, not too hard, it was her one warning for the day (and it was only six a.m.).
"I was only asking!" Courtney blurted defensively, as the guard twisted her hair a bit more.
Allison smiled sweetly and said, "Why, I'm having some melon for dessert and it's certain to be delicious, but I think, for you two, some red rubber ball will do!"
With that, she nodded to the guards who pounced on both girls, and almost effortlessly stuffed ball gags into their mouths. Mariko couldn't help but notice that Courtney's gag was pulled about twice as tight as her own, not that she had any prayer of extricating the one in her mouth, but any small favor was welcome under their circumstances. Sooner or later, Courtney would figure that out and keep her mouth shut.
Allison sat back in her chair and began, "Y'know girls, I've been thinking... ("Oh shit! Here we go again!" Mariko thought...) You two have been with me all this time and we haven't even had a chance to tour my stables. I'm really quite proud of them, so I thought that it would be fun to have a nice ride and then a quiet little picnic today... If that's okay with you," she said as she looked quizzically at her guests who could do little more than stare back at her.
"If you don't want to go, just say so!" she blurted out before slapping her knee, and laughing merrily at her own joke. (Nether Courtney or Mariko could appreciate the humor in it!) "There then, its settled. The girls here will get you cleaned up and help you get into some riding clothes and I'll meet you in the stables at nine."
She then nodded again to the guards, who efficiently unbuckled all the leather straps holding our heroines in their chairs, then pushed their heads down on the table and pulled their hands up behind their backs to be fastened there with plastic tie-wraps. The chair was pulled away suddenly and Mariko was hustled up and towards the door, with one guard on each elbow and the corn flake still plastered stubbornly on the end of her nose. Courtney brought up the rear.
Allison's cheerful "Tah, tah" rang in their ears as they stumbled down the halls to their rooms.

Both Mariko and Courtney had started work on the same day at B&D Cosmetics although certainly with different motivations. Courtney joined the firm as a student intern in the marketing group. Her plan was to slug her way to the top of the business world and be in the 6 figure salary range by the time she was 25. Mariko was starting as a marketing liaison to the new Far East division. It was her charm and wit, along with a hell of a snow job that had convinced them in the interview that she had grown up in Japan. It didn't really matter that coming to New York was the first time she had left Southern California in her life. Her full blooded Japanese roots, The smooth lines of her face, the gentle slant to her brown eyes and her waist length, jet black hair had done the major portion of the selling.
This was actually her second job, but she didn't tell them that. Her first had been with a rival cosmetics company based in California. Ivan Rasovitz, the president of Rasovitz Industries, had recognized her unique potential immediately and taken her under his wing as his personal assistant. During one late night staff strategy meeting he revealed his suspicion that B&D had been stealing his formulas for several years. He hinted that what he needed was a contact on the inside at B&D who could let him know what was going on, maybe even send him back some of the stolen formulas so he could track down the spy in his company.

Mariko sat patiently in the "Dressing Chair," while a fashionably dressed woman applied her make-up (B&D brand of course). The dressing chair was an interesting affair made up entirely of adjustable, stainless steel tubes giving it an ultra modern appearance. It's long legs were securely anchored in the concrete floor of the dressing room making it the only permanent highlight in an otherwise drab room. The chair was really little more than a stool with arm rests as there was only a tiny, uncomfortable seat made up of tubing that converged together to form a small square with no back rest at all for a tired girl to lean against, nor could she put her feet flat on the floor due to the telescoping legs that had been adjusted before the guards had even placed her in the chair. As it was she could barely strain enough to rub the end of her big toes on the floor. The arms and legs were constructed so that they could be twisted and turned this way and that at the operators convenience and with the simple tightening of strategic wing bolts, they could be locked in place holding the unfortunate "Dressee" rigidly in any possible pose. The steel cuffs that held her in the chair only attached to her limbs at the wrist and ankles and could be detached and reattached easily from the chair without ever unlocking them from her wrists and ankles. The unhooking of the cuffs could be accomplished easily by any operator who was standing beside the chair but Mariko could not reach any of the catches from her position seated in the chair. For obvious security reasons, there was no point during the entire dressing procedure where more than one of her limbs was ever released from the chair. In this way she could be completely outfitted in anything from a cocktail dress to a leather cat suit with little or no effort on the part of her hand maidens, regardless of the amount of energy Mariko chose to expend resisting them.
The chair also had many interesting attachments like the one she was enduring at that moment. While she was being made up, a sturdy head rest arrangement was bolted to the back of the chair making her lean forward and pushing her head forward slightly from the back of her neck. A large tray with adjustable lights and all sorts of cosmetics was snapped in place under her chin forcing her head up and back painfully against the neck brace, ultimately holding her head perfectly still while the woman plied her trade. Mariko knew well enough not to complain. On the first day a mouth packed with cosmetic cotton puffs put an unpleasant end to any protests the fashion dummy had to raise. Mariko always prided herself on never making the same mistake twice. So she sat calmly, nude, obediently making faces as the make-up woman ordered. Another taller woman stood behind Mariko and carefully braided her hair into a long ponytail tied at the bottom with a red ribbon. Soon, the two women finished their work and stood in front of her commenting about what beautifully high cheekbones Japanese women have. Mariko didn't know whether to thank them or kick them, (if she ever got the chance!) so instead she just waited. She was getting pretty used to waiting. Finally, after they were done with their discussion on her chances of making it in the modeling industry, they removed the tray and Mariko breathed a sigh or relief as she was able to straighten up.

Mariko had never hesitated. She would have done anything (well, ALMOST anything!) to help this charismatic man who had gotten her started in the business world, Anyway, it seemed a pretty good way to make two paychecks while really working only one job. Besides, all the cloak and dagger stuff was kind of thrilling, in fact, she even made a point of wearing a cape to work her first day at B&D as sort of a private joke. It turned out to be even easier than she had ever imagined to get information on the B&D formulas, she had access to all B&D's computers from the terminal she shared with Courtney and all those computer courses in college had really paid off. She had worked there only a month when she got her first look at the new formulas that B&D was working on. After six months, she was merrily funneling all the new formulas back west. Coincidentally, Mariko had just dropped a package in the mail and returned to the apartment that she and Courtney shared when this all began. She noticed right off that there were some mail and some groceries lying in the middle of the living room.
"That girl's such a slob sometimes," she thought as she picked up the mess. She then went into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. Mariko opened her closet door and screamed as she looked directly into the gagged face of Courtney Richmond. Her scream was short lived though, as a large hand clamped over her mouth from behind.

The make-up women was busy arranging some clothes on a table behind Mariko. All she could make out over her shoulder while one of the women was showing the outfit to the other was a brown tweed blazer. She could hear the make-up women commenting about how clever the design was and how it should hold "This little one" quite nicely, but she couldn't twist around enough to see. Mariko didn't like the looks (or rather sound) of this so she decided it was time to take a chance and speak up.
"Excuse me, I don't want to interrupt your fun, but I think you should know that I really look terrible in tweed," Mariko said. Both women stopped their chatting and turned to Mariko.
"Did you say something, Dear?" the make-up woman asked pleasantly.
"Why yes!" Mariko said somewhat surprised to finally get some recognition around this place. "I said that I think I look awful in tweed jackets." The tall woman walked slowly around to face Mariko. She pleasantly brushed a stray hair missed by the braiding out of her face and then leaned forward until she was nose to nose with Mariko and hissed,
"Who cares what YOU think, Doll?"
Mariko couldn't mistake the innuendo as she sat naked in front of these two women, about to be dressed just like a toy.
"Will we be needing any cotton today, Dear?" the make-up women asked Mariko over her shoulder.
She simply shook her head. She was defeated for now. The dressing could begin.
First came a crisp, white cotton shirt that was quickly slipped over her unfastened hand which was immediately reconnected to the chair arm. Then the unfastening process was repeated with the other arm and Mariko had to shift her weight to accommodate the twisting of her arm behind her to get it into the other sleeve. They then buttoned the shirt up the front all except the top two buttons. Mariko was unpleasantly surprised by the condition of the shirt, two oblong holes had been cut and hemmed neatly in the front of the shirt were there could have been pockets. Out of these strategically placed openings pointed her firm little breasts. Whoever had laundered the shirt had obviously had a fetish for starch because both the collar and cuffs were a consistency reminiscent only of cardboard. The two women were busy carefully arranging the French cuffs of the shirt and tittered pleasantly as they used tiny padlocks for cuff links. ("A little bondage chic," thought Mariko.) Next came a yellow wool, V-neck sweater-vest and they, after quite a tussle, slipped it over Mariko's head.
"I'm sorry, this is not really traditional, its just in case its a little chilly out there," Ma'am explained with subtle grins that made Mariko even more uncomfortable than her new apparel. The sweater was a little bit scratchy where it rubbed against Mariko's nipples but it was bearable. Next came the blazer, Mariko calmly cooperated as they threaded her arms into the stiff jacket. When her hands were re-secured to the chair the tall women opened her blazer up and began fishing around in the left armpit of the blazer, and Mariko, who was extremely ticklish, had to fight hard to keep from squirming. Finally the woman produced a thin piece of wire with a clasp on the end. This, she fed into the left arm hole of the sweater, across Mariko's chest and then out the other arm hole. She then fiddled in the opposite arm pit for a moment and yanked the wire. Mariko then realized what was happening. Sewn into the shoulders of the blazer was a horizontal "figure eight" of leather with the cross of the "eight" in the center of her back. Her arms fit through the holes in the "eight" before going into the blazer's sleeves. The wire was attached at the top and bottom of the "eight" and once it was connected Mariko would not be able to remove the jacket without first undoing the wire. Had Mariko been able to peek behind herself, she would have seen that there had been a triangular section about four inches wide removed from the jacket at about her shoulder blade level. This triangle was reinforced with leather around the edge of the opening and had a small metal clip hanging loosely out of it. The tall woman continued to work, diligently trying to connect the wire when, finally, there was a small "click" as the two ends of the wire connected.
The two women soon set their attentions on Mariko's next piece of apparel, this turned out to be a set of black leather riding gloves. Not normal gloves as you may expect, Mariko had no doubt that they would be unique. Once they were worked onto her hands she discovered that the skin tight gloves had no thumbs, rather, the thumb was part of the side of the glove. Although she could wiggle her fingers freely, her thumbs for all practical purposes were gone! The two women used button hooks to close the tops of the gloves around her wrist.
They produced a pair of steel handcuffs and locked one on Mariko's right wrist. Then they unlocked her left wrist from the chair and twisted it to meet the other hand where it was locked up in the loose handcuff. They removed the chair's bracelets from her hands and replaced them on the chair arms ready for the next dressing session. Mariko now sat with her wrists securely handcuffed behind her back and her feet still locked to the chair. When the tall women stepped quickly behind her and pulled her hands up suddenly between her shoulder blades and clipped them to the hook in the back of her jacket. Mariko found that any leverage she could have hoped to have was gone.
The make-up woman glanced at her watch and said to the other woman. "Its almost 7:30! We had better finish her up! Would you hand me her tie?" The other woman grunted and handed her a strip of bright red cloth and then took a firm grip on Mariko's ponytail.
"We're gonna make sure you're completely tied up, doll... Get it? *TIED* up?"
The make-up lady then buttoned up the top two buttons of the shirt, and slipped the necktie under the collar and around Mariko's neck. She then carefully knotted the tie, it took her three tries to get it right, and slid it up tight to Mariko's neck and tucked the necktie neatly into her sweater. She fumbled around in her pockets for a moment and produced a little gold collar bar which she clipped to both sides of her collar under the necktie knot.
"What's that for?" asked the tall woman.
"Allison likes them, she calls them tie locks. She had me put one on Sweetcakes when she took her riding a couple of weeks ago, Sweetcakes rode all day, then spent the night hogtied in bed and her tie wasn't even crooked in the morning," replied the make-up woman.
"Pardon me, but this doesn't fit right. It's awfully tight." Mariko gulped, (or tried to, it wasn't easy because of the collar.) The make-up woman tucked a bright red, lace hanky into Mariko's breast pocket and pinned a carnation to her blazer lapel.
"Your comfort doesn't matter to us, my Dear," she said as she worked. "The only thing that is important is that you look presentable while you are with your mistress."
Using a small safety pin, she pinned the key to Mariko's handcuffs to her necktie, just below the knot but hopelessly out of reach of Mariko's wandering fingers.
"There, finished," said the make-up woman as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. "You look so cute!" she squealed to Mariko as she pinched her cheek and gave her tie one last primp. "Allison's just gonna eat you up!"
"More likely it'll be the other way 'bout!" added the tall woman as she turned towards the door with the other woman.
"Wait a minute, aren't you forgetting something?" asked Mariko.
"Oh really! Can't you be at all patient?" said the make-up woman with an exasperated tone. "There'll be someone here presently who'll gag you... Can't you wait until then?"
"No, no!" Mariko stammered, "Pants, you forgot my PANTS!"
"Oh, you obviously haven't seen them yet, have you?" said the tall woman with a smile as she shut the door.

Shortly, the door opened and in marched the three guards. They walked around her and began to fumble with the riding britches. Mariko tried to turn to see them but she found that this was not a comfortable feat with the tight, starched collar and tie. First, one girl took hold of Mariko's ponytail and pulled back on it forcing her to lean back. The other two pulled short nylon stockings on her feet then pushed her feet into the legs of the britches. They had to remove the ankle cuffs one at a time to yank the pants up to Mariko's knees. Even when the pants were at her knees Mariko knew that they were going to be very tight, but soon her mind was elsewhere. One of the girls came around where Mariko could see her new riding boots. They were made of very shiny black patent leather with heels that were about 5 inches high and no thicker at the bottom than a pencil. The girl was examining the heel more closely and pointed out a curious metal threading something like a screw starting about one inch from the tip of the heal and continuing about another inch up the heel. The three girls (or four if you count Mariko) examined the heels for a moment, then shrugged it off and began trying to put the boots on poor Mariko. Every stitch she wore until then had fit her like a glove but these boots were a different story, they were much too small, at least one size, maybe two. Mariko tried to explain this fact to the guards, loudly! The guard holding her hair put a stop to that nonsense with a hand pressed firmly over her mouth. The others pulled, tugged, crammed and finally forced her feet into the boots. They pulled the little straps up and around her calf and put small padlocks at the top so the boots couldn't be removed without the key which was added to the handcuff key pinned to her tie.
They stood Mariko up and then re-applied themselves to pulling up the britches. When the pants were just below her crotch they stopped and one of them went over to the table and returned with a small velvet box. When she opened it, Mariko tried her best to bolt for the door and would have made it except for the high heels and the fact that a guard still had a firm grip on her hair. As it was she made it a grand total of about 1 inch. Mariko begged and pleaded with these girls but they paid no attention to her. As the girl with the box removed three shiny steel ball bearings and came towards Mariko with a slight hint of a smile on her face, the other one bent down and grabbed her ankles and forced them as far apart as the tight britches would allow. The first girl quickly and efficiently inserted the Ben-Wa balls and then pressed the crotch of the britches into place to insure that the balls wouldn't pop out. The other two redoubled their efforts at pulling the pants into place. Mariko suddenly realized that the crotch of the pants had been lined with rubber and this, combined with the built in tightness of the pants, was forcing the balls even deeper inside her. They zipped up the britches and Mariko could already feel the rubber doing its best to warm things up. She barely noticed the "click" of the lock insuring that she would be wearing the riding britches for some time to come. A wire hobble of about 18 inches was added to small rings on the inside of the ankles of her boots. The hobble was really unnecessary because there was no way Mariko could possibly run in these boots, in fact she was surprised she could even stand.
Lastly came the riding hat, a derby. Mariko had no delusions about this at all. They plunked the black velvet hat down on her head and a whole bunch of matching leather straps fell around her cheeks. The main strap, which one of the girls was trying to apply to her mouth was connected to a steel bit type of arrangement which popped easily into her startled mouth when she gasped as one of the girls attempted to rearrange her Ben-Wa balls from the outside. The steel bit passed between her teeth and drew her lips back at the corners as the straps were tightened securely at the back of her neck under her ponytail. In the center of the bit was a hard rubber pad that extended forward under the bit, right up to the back of her lower teeth. Right behind the bit the rubber was softer and curled upwards squishing itself against the roof of her mouth. As it worked out the gag was inserted perfectly the first time, the lower pad crushed her tongue against the floor of her mouth and the upper rubber had plenty of room to expand should she try to open her mouth any further. Mariko was limited in that regard because of the tightness of the bit in her mouth where it pulled her cheeks back cruelly. Mariko heard the small click of the lock at the back of her neck and the key to her gag was added to the growing collection dangling from her necktie and our little equestrienne was ready to canter.
Mariko was shoved roughly out the door and into the hall. The guards were content to let her stumble along at her own awkward pace down the corridor. Suddenly a door to her right flew open and Mariko found herself face to face with Courtney. Her heart sank as she looked at her friend who was done up in exactly the same fashion as Mariko except her color was blue, Navy for the blazer, light blue for the sweater and her tie was blue plaid complete with the keys pinned neatly in place. The two prisoners didn't even have time to exchange sympathetic glances as they were marched awkwardly down the hall. The only sound that followed them was the high pitched click of their heels on the concrete floor and the merry jingle of the dangling keys. They were then bundled into an elevator and taken up to the main level of the estate and after another seemingly endless stroll, they were taken to a door that led outside, the first time they had been outside since they had been brought here. Given a choice, Mariko would have hoped that their exit would have been a little more dignified.
They walked down a long stone walkway to where they saw the make-up woman standing on the edge of the white stone driveway. When they arrived, the make-up lady made them stand for an inspection, adjusting here and primping there. They then were forced to march back and forth so she could "Get a good look at you" and apparently satisfied, she dismissed the guards who returned to the house. Mariko looked around herself in disbelief as various maintenance people busied themselves around the grounds. They paid no more attention to the two bound and gagged girls than they would to a couple of secretaries out on their lunch hour. Mariko wondered if this sight could be more commonplace around here than she ever imagined. She shuddered at the possibilities. Presently, a golf cart came bouncing up the dirt road and came to a stop in front of the three women. A large man in filthy coveralls smelling distinctly of manure stepped out of the cart and asked the make-up woman,
"Are Deez Dem?"
"No," Mariko thought, "It's two of the other sixteen girls standing around in ridiculous looking riding outfits wearing handcuffs and gags."
The make-up woman assured the man that they were indeed the girls he was looking for and then stepped back. He guided Mariko and Courtney to the back of the golf cart then carefully seated them there, facing the rear. Mariko was so relieved to be off her already sore feet that she barely noticed as he fiddled with their hobbles and yanked on one end causing a slip knot device on the wire to tighten, pulling the girl's ankles snugly together. The make-up lady bent down where the girls could easily see her and said,
"You two have a nice day and I'll see you this evening... Bye-bye!"
She turned and then without looking back, walked into the house. The man spent a moment or two talking about the weather with the gardener who was trimming a nearby hedge, then, whistling a little off key tune, he jumped into the drivers seat and turned the cart around and headed off towards the distant stables with two very nervous, very uncomfortable, passengers aboard.
The ride seemed longer than it really was for the girls as they were roughly bounced about by the bumpy dirt road they were being shuttled down. Soon they were passing huge exercise pens bordered with white stock yard fences surrounding bright green manicured lawns. Most of the pens were occupied by varying numbers of beautiful horses prancing about, some being attended by grooms, others free to run about. Mariko couldn't help but notice how idyllic it all appeared, and what a distinct contrast it was to their present situation.
Mariko squirmed in her bonds for a moment...testing...hoping the man driving wouldn't notice (he didn't). But it didn't matter, she wasn't going to get loose now, not a chance. She only prayed that someone would make a mistake and give her an opening for escape. Just a crack, that was all she would need! She could crawl miles to escape, run through streams to throw off the scent of the dogs that were sure to be sent after her. Duck the searchlights! (Hey! This is getting pretty darn exciting!) Then she could climb that last fence and make it to freedom! The golf cart came to a sudden stop and Mariko's momentum made her bump against the back of the seat, causing her handcuffs to click a notch tighter.
"Shit, so much for fantasy. Back to reality..." she thought.

There was certainly more interest here than back at the house. Several trainers walked by slowly, really taking in our heroines predicament.
"Hey babe, Goin' Riiiidin'?!" one called out teasingly as he walked by.
Mariko tried to meet their stares, but almost immediately she found herself staring at the ground behind the cart trying to make herself as small as possible. The driver was writing something on a pad in the cart and when he was finished he walked to the back of the cart and easily hoisted Mariko over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With one hand on her rump for balance, he walked towards the nearby barn. As he neared the door he stopped a man who was passing by.
"Yo Karl! Ya got a butt?!"
"Waddya talkin' about? You already have one right there!" replied Karl, motioning to all he could see of Mariko.
The big man fumbled in his pockets for a moment.
"No I don't, I haven't got any smokes," replied Mariko's chauffeur.
"I don't believe this!" Mariko couldn't help say out loud... All that came out was "Eh Dt Bleh Tds!" though, and nobody paid any attention.
"Here take one of mine Lou," Karl said as he lit the cigarette for Lou.
"Palmer's going riding today, huh Lou? Can I have a look?"
"Sure..." Lou replied as he turned around and Mariko found herself staring right into the face of Karl, another stable hand.
"Man, what a waste. This ones a ten too, just like the others!"
This was definitely the most bizarre compliment Mariko ever had, and hopefully ever would, receive.
"You have a good time now, Ya'ear" Karl said as he walked away.
Mariko just wished people would stop telling her to have fun in this screwed up place.
Lou carried her into the barn and walked over to a horse stall in the corner. There he bent over and placed her on her feet in the straw in the middle of the stall. He squatted down and loosened Mariko's hobble out to about six inches, enough for her to shuffle about in the stall and that was about it. He stepped out of the stall and closed the gate, then turned to Mariko and said,
"I suggest dat ya don't try ta sit down, caus' ya might get dirty. Unda stand?"
"Yes, I understand!" Mariko tried to reply, but all she said was "Yth Eh Nudthd!".
"What?"
"Ydth! NI! Nudthsss!" (She drooled a little).
"What?"
"FHth YYn Athhl!" (She drooled a lot).
"Sorry Honey, can't understand what ya is saying." With that, he turned around and walked out to get Courtney. Mariko shuffled over to the gate and looked longingly at the latch. It was outside, she was inside... No way.
"Shthh!"
Almost immediately Lou returned with Courtney under his arm and deposited her in next to Mariko. Then he closed the gate and left. Escape, although it certainly entered both girls minds was out of the question. They stood as close as they could to each other trying to embrace the only comfort they had in this crazy world. The comfort would not last very long.
Lou returned carrying two small English saddles and blankets and dropped them in front of the stall. Then he called out to another man who was walking by the doors.
"Hey, Joe! Do me a favor an get Thunder an' Cyclone for me will ya!"
Thunder!!! Cyclone!!! Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in terror! Lou didn't seem to notice though, as he brought out a large crate and put it on the floor in front of the gate. Then he sat down on it and fiddled with one of the saddles. Joe appeared suddenly pulling two gigantic horses, one black, the other brown. He tied the brown one to a post and led the black one over to the crate and helped Lou saddle it. The horse snorted but didn't resist much. Mariko just couldn't get over how big it was! Joe held the reins as Lou walked into the stall. Courtney panicked and bolted as Lou approached her, shuffling as fast as she could for the corner of the stall. Unfortunately, her mincing steps of six inches was no match for Lou's stride. He simply took hold of the back of her pants and spun her around and steered her towards the gate. Mariko backed away into the other corner. Lou picked Courtney up and stood her on the crate next to the horse and removed the hobble connecting her ankles. Then, with one motion, he stepped up on the crate, grabbed Courtney by the back of the jacket and the seat of the pants and deposited her in the saddle.
"Hey, there little lady," Joe drawled, "Cyclone's a real good horse, why he ain't thrown nobody for a couple of weeks now!"
Courtney was whimpering audibly. Joe continued,
"Just don't show him you're afraid, an' whatever you do, don't make any sudden movements to spook him!"
Courtney's body went absolutely ridged, not so much as a deep breath passed her lips as the men finished up their work. They put her feet into the stirrups and then Mariko saw what those curious screw things on their heels were for. Lou carefully guided Courtney's heel into a hole on the stirrup and pushed it down until the screw threads came out the bottom. He produced a wing nut from his pocket and tightened the nut on the threads, thus preventing Courtney from pulling her foot out of the stirrup. He walked casually to the other side of the horse an repeated the procedure. Joe took the reins and led Cyclone to the side and tied the horse to another post. Courtney still hadn't moved a muscle. While Joe was getting Thunder into position beside the crate, Lou turned to Mariko and said,
"Don't keep us waitin', sweetie."
It didn't take a kick in the head for Mariko to realize the futility of resistance. She put her head down to watch where she was going and shuffled forward. By the time she arrived at the crate Thunder was saddled and waiting. The closer and closer she got to her mount the more and more amazed she got at just how big horses really get and just how much she didn't want to see how big it was from the horse's back. Lou settled any doubts she might have had by grabbing her and swiftly depositing her in the saddle. Momentarily, her feet were secured in the stirrups and Joe cautioned,
"Remember. No sudden movements."
The warning was unnecessary as Mariko had been following Courtney's lead from the moment she hit the saddle.
"Remember girls, don't spook them!" Joe said as he walked away chuckling.
Lou took both sets of reins and led the reluctant equestriennes out of the barn.
The sound of hoof beats thundered up from behind the girls. Neither dared turn to look but their eyes flashed back and forth desperately trying for a glimpse of anything.
"Yo Ho, you two! I see you're right on time!" Allison called from behind. Both girls stared straight ahead.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Allison loved bad puns... She slowly coaxed her mount around where her new playmates could see her. Allison was dressed in a old red flannel shirt with a white thermal t-shirt under it, jeans, cowboy boots and a beat-up ten-gallon hat. She slowly rode her horse around the girls, checking them out and teasing them a little.
"I've got the lunch, the wine, plenty of rope. I can't think of anything else we could need for our picnic. Can you?"
She reached back into her saddle bag and removed an expensive looking camera and took a dozen or so photos of the girls from various angles.
"For my album." Allison explained.
On the third time around she noticed that the only time her little pets were looking at her was when she was directly in front of them. She suddenly stopped short in front of the two girls who sat rigidly in their saddles. Allison leaned forward and examined her captives faces closely.
"They told you the horses names, didn't they?" Both girls nodded ever so slightly. A smile broke across her face and she burst into laughter. Both horses were startled and both riders screamed into their gags but neither horse moved. Allison slowly began to regain control of herself.
"Their names are a joke you dummies! These are two big marshmallows! They wouldn't hurt a fly! They've done this same thing hundreds of times. You can scream and struggle or anything you want and they wont move, they're completely trained!"
It took a moment, but then both girls realized that their captor was really telling the truth. They both slumped in the saddles.
"Look at me!" Allison ordered and both visibly relieved girls complied.
"There are about a million and one things I am going to do to you two. And I plan on doing each and every one to you at my leisure..." Alison then ceremoniously leaned over, and flicked the button holding Mariko's blazer closed. The jacket then fell open framing her sweatered breasts rather than supporting them. The wire under her sweater insured that the jacket was staying on. She winked at Mariko then and then repeated the drill on Courtney.
"I don't want to *TERRIFY* you...just terrorize you! And just remember, I won't need to hurt you to accomplish that." With that, Allison reached down and untied the reins from the post and tied them to her pommel.
"Ready for some fun in the sun girls? What do ya say to a gallop?" Allison shouted as she spun her horse about and headed for the trail with Mariko and Courtney about to begin the ride of their lives.

End of Part 1

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