Chapter 29
My eyes slowly opened, allowing my bedroom to come into view. The soft, morning light from the window was just bright enough to illuminate the area, lighting the bed and walls just enough despite the darkness of the outside world. My hand travelled around me, gliding across the soft mattress and open blanket and revealed that I was alone in the room. There was no one else sharing my bed.
I pulled my eyes open further, sitting myself up and allowing the blanket to fall off my body, revealing the plain white bra and underwear that covered my form. They belonged to my sister. I let out a short chuckle, realising we must have accidentally put on the wrong pair of undergarments last night before going to sleep in each other's arms, a small mistake that was not new to us.
I looked around the room, scanning my vision across, even going as far as to stare at the cold, unused bed on the other side, but there was no sign of my sister.
"Emily?" I asked, my voice bouncing off the four walls.
There was no answer. I rubbed my eyes, trying to force all sleep out of it as I began the search for my other, better half. The cold air hit me almost instantly. With the sun only just rising beyond the horizon, it was understandable that the world had no heat at this early hour. I grabbed the blanket that covered us for the night and wrapped it around myself, hugging it tightly to keep some of the heat on my skin.
Emily wasn't in the ensuite bathroom, the urge to call out once again hit me, yet I understood that it was very unlikely she would answer me this close to my previous call. I tightened the blanket around me and braved the world outside our bedroom. The door achingly opened, keeping its moaning to a minimum before I poked my head around the corner of the doorframe and examined the empty hallway that travelled towards the living room.
The sound of my father's loud snoring and Jane's quieter sighs was enough to tell me they weren't awake yet, the recently married couple seemed more able to sleep than their daughters were. Despite the acknowledgement of their sleeping state, I still tip-toed down the hallway, the carpet pressed up against my toes with each step, quietly allowing the floorboards underneath to creak under my weight for a moment, before I sprung away. Soon, the living room was in view. Knowing neither my Dad or Jane were here, I walked into the room without the fear of being spotted by one of the parents.
Still no Emily. However, the door to the garden was slightly ajar, just enough to allow the cold air of the morning to pass through and cool the room to a lower temperature than desired. I tightened my grip on the blanket and pushed forward, sliding the door open was by far the loudest noise I had created, alerting the poor girl sitting on the bench outside.
Emily instantly turned towards me, her body was barely covered by the black underwear I had worn the day before. It was somewhat see-through and racier than anything Emily actually owned, yet I loved how the dark tone clashed against her pale skin and blonde hair. She jumped slightly at my entrance and made an attempt to cover up, this was before she realised it was me walking out.
"It's freezing!" I yelled at her in a hushed tone.
I planted my butt onto the bench next to her, ignoring my body's screams at me for allowing the almost frozen piece of furniture to touch my bare skin and placed one side of the blanket around her shoulders. We huddled together, holding each other as tight as possible before the comfortable material wrapped us up in its warm embrace.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" I continued my soft yell, "You'll catch a cold!"
"I… I just wanted to see the garden." Her voice was far more softer.
"But, why?"
I glanced towards the grass. It was a beautiful sight, one that I had seen many times yet never tired of taking in. It had rained the night before, allowing raindrops to slowly fall off the many flowers and other vegetation in view. I watched as a spider slowly crawled out from a nearby plant, examining the almost perfect web it had made and the rain that forced the webbing to be very visible. A black bird landed nearby, which forced the small creature back into hiding. The bird spun around a few times before glancing in several different directions, before flying back up into the dark sky.
Despite the early hour, it was very picturesque.
"I think this is my zero point," my sister continued.
"Zero point? What's that?"
"No matter where we go, no matter where on the planet we may travel to. This will be the place I would always want to return to. This garden is where I am most comfortable, where I feel like I can be myself. "As long as this garden exists, I'll be happy."
"That's a wonderful thing."
"Do you think so?"
"Yeah. I want to say it's my zero point, too!"
Emily came in, planting a soft kiss onto my lips before pulling her head back.
"Thank you," I replied.
Emily continued to hold me tight, yet I could tell there was something on her mind, something that was troubling her disregarding her happy outlook. Her eyes fell down from me, as she continued looking at the beautiful garden in front of us, how the rain of the night coated the green in its entirety. I watched her watch a small droplet of rain fall from a leaf and onto the stone wall of the balcony.
"What's on your mind?" I asked, keeping close.
She seemed to snap herself back into reality, shaking her head lightly as if it was something not even worth mentioning, "It's… nothing"
"C'mon, tell me"
"It's just… I realised something"
"What's that?"
"That I'm the only Webster in this family. Mom and Dad married yesterday and she took his name. She's now Jane Thayer and you're Samantha Thayer. I'm the only odd one out"
"You're not the odd one out. We're all one big, happy family. Plus, you still have your Dad's last name, so you still have some connection there"
"I know. It's just something stupid that's been on my mind"
"Would you want to be a Thayer, too?" I asked her, holding her close.
"I would love that"
"Well… If you're very good, maybe I could make that happen one day"
"One day? Are you talking about-?"
"Marriage. Yes, I am talking about marriage"
Emily got giddy, jumping on the spot as I felt her arms tighten around me, "Can it be soon?"
"How soon?"
"What do you have planned for today?"
"Em…" I giggled, "You'll have to be patient"
"I know. I just want it so bad, y'know?"
"We've just had a marriage in this family, at least wait a while before we do anything too drastic"
"Like when? When would you like to marry me?" Her smile widened as she asked this.
"Well. First one of us will have to propose to each other, then it will be best we get comfortable in Oxford. Then it will probably be on the cards"
"Yay!"
She came back in for another kiss. I could feel her body gyrating lightly as I held her in my arms, she was just a collection of emotions next to me, clearly excited about the life of the future Samantha and Emily. I must admit, I was rather excited too. It was still very early to tell what was going to happen, but the idea of marrying Emily and spending the rest of my life with her was just so natural. I had never even thought about marriage until her and Jane invited me and my dad into their home. Now, it wasn't just an idea to me. It was a definite event I would want to happen in the future.
"C'mon. Let's go wake up the old folks!" I giggled, pulling myself away from her.
She placed her hand in mind and followed me back inside, our bodies still confined within the blanket.
The boot of the car slammed shut, bringing me back to reality and the moment happening in front of me.
Emily was on the verge of tears, a sight that tore my heart in two. Yet, Jane's arms around her daughter were helping soothe her emotions. I was surprised Jane wasn't in the same position, yet her eyes remained completely dry as she held her daughter in her arms one last time before the newly married couple went on their honeymoon.
"Right, that's everything packed" My father emerged from the back of the car, walking towards me whilst brushing his hands off any dirt that might have collected on the car handle, "It's go time, people!"
Neither the mother or daughter reacted to his remarks. Jane held Emily close, whose tears began to fall down her precious cheeks. My sister stared directly in her mother's eyes as she received consoling words, but risked not saying anything otherwise she would risk losing her composure. Whilst my father approached me, both our attention were on the mother and daughter team, focusing on how Jane was coping, trying to keep Emily away from tearing up more.
"You're not going to cry either, are you?" My dad asked me with a humorous tone.
I took my attention away from them and looked him directly in the eyes, showing him exactly how dry they were in comparison to Emily's, "No. I'm good"
"That's good then. Just make sure you take care of her, right?"
"I will. Jane's already gone over that with me"
"That's good then"
A moment of awkward silence came between my parent and I. I understood I was relatively dismissive of the conversation, but I also understood that we weren't as close as Emily and Jane were. In her eyes, Emily was still her baby and my father saw me as an adult ever since my mother passed. My father placed his hands into his jacket pockets as he looked down at his feet, before kicking a small stone away from where he was standing.
"So… I'll give you a call when we are at the airport" His voice was quiet but loud enough for me to understand him.
"Uh… okay, yeah sure"
"I'm sure Jane would want to talk with Emily as soon as we get there, the trouble will be getting her off the phone before we get onto the plane"
"Yeah" I chuckled lightly, "They do like to talk, don't they"
"So…" It was common for him to repeat that word when he was anxious, "Are you both ready for Oxford. You leave tomorrow, don't you"
"You know we are leaving tomorrow, Dad. We went over everything last night"
"So you remember to-"
"Lock the door behind us and to put the key through the letterbox before we go"
"Just make sure to-"
"Make sure every door and window is locked too"
"…And…"
"Take it very careful when I am driving to Oxford"
I ended every single sentence the man started. I had already heard them multiple times the day before, but he was someone who repeated himself numerous times without realising they were words that left his mouth already.
"Good, good. Just let me or Jane know if you need any more of your stuff shipped to you"
I nodded, "That would be very helpful, thank you"
He nodded in return before we both looked at the mother and daughter. They were still in the same position as before, with Jane holding Emily close and my sister's trail of tears slowly drying up over her cheeks. This caused my father and I to turn back to each other, wanting to give the two women some privacy and keep the conversation going despite the awkwardness between us both.
"Listen… Sam," my father started, "You're a good kid. I know we've not always seen eye-to-eye and we've had more fights than I would like to count, but I've always been proud to call you my daughter. I would never want to change a thing about you, nor would I want to change a thing about our past. Who you are right now, is perfect for me and I couldn't be more proud"
My heart melted. My father kept eye contact for the entire time, making sure that every word he said was genuine. I blinked a few times, surprised that he even said that. I knew we were having a better relationship more recently, but I would have never thought he would go that far with his kindness. At first I thought the heavy blinking was due to disbelief, but I soon realised it was actually to keep the tears at bay.
"Oh… dad…" were the only words I could say. I heard the shakiness and weakness in my words.
"Come here"
My dad opened up his arms and I jumped into him, holding him tighter than I ever had before. The way he embraced me made me feel like a weight was lifted off my person, the way his long arms stretched across my back, the way his soft fingertips dug into my shoulders and the soft kiss he planted onto my forehead before embracing me further.
I never realised how much I needed this, how much I needed to let go of my pride and the differences between us ever since my mother left us. No longer was I the yelling girl who came here last year, screaming at the poor man for having to share a room with Emily. No longer was he the distant father who put his work above everything else. At the moment, we were connected beyond words, falling towards the same level of love and respect.
I couldn't hold him tight enough. I wanted… no, needed to show him how much he meant to me, how much he had always meant to me. My arms pulled him with all the strength I could muster, not caring if I caused him any discomfort, I just wanted him closer, I wanted my actions to make up for all the words I couldn't say over the years. It was a surprise to me to feel my dad's arms digging into me, holding me even more tightly than I was with him. He was going through the exact same thought process.
"I'm sorry, for everything" I whispered into his ear.
He answered in a similar tone, "Don't… you don't need to ever apologise"
Out of all the moments I wanted to last forever, little did I realise this moment with my father would be one of them.
"We are ready," Jane's voice came from my right.
Dad's arms falling away from me felt more painful to me than I cared to admit. He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me towards the mother and daughter duo, who approached us with their arms around each other. Jane was still staying strong, yet Emily's eyes were completely red from all the tears she had shed already.
Jane continued, "That was sweet to see. It's not often to see you two getting along that well"
"Don't get used to it" I chuckled, trying to hide the tears that began to form.
"Come here, Samantha"
Finally, Jane removed her arms away from her daughter and walked towards me, pulling me into a lighter grip than my father did with me earlier. I accepted her hold, feeling the love of the embrace as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Behind the woman, I could hear my sister and father having a similar moment, with Emily spluttering lightly as she held my father for the last time for a while. Whilst Jane's hold wasn't as tight as dad's, I could feel the love within the restriction. The soft peck on the cheek before she nuzzled her mouth next to my ear, the heat from her palms radiating over my shoulder.
"Take good care of Emily for me, please?" I could hear the trembling in her whisper. Whereas she had to stay strong for her daughter, it was nice to know she could lose her dignity with me.
"I will. I'll take very good care of her, I promise"
"Thank you"
She pulled herself away from me, placing her hands underneath my chin in a delicate way before placing a kiss onto my forehead, just as my father did a few minutes beforehand. Dad let go of the young, blonde-haired woman, who's sputtering earlier turned into full-blown tears, leaving two met marks on my father's shoulder. I made sure to grab her, placing both my hands onto her arms and leading the young woman away from our parents. Whilst I would have loved to give Emily all the time in the world to say goodbye, I knew that if I allowed her to linger between the two, then she would not be able to let them go.
I placed her and myself in front of the entrance to the bungalow, both standing on the stone steps, giving our parents the room to get into their car; without having to worry about an outburst from my sister. We both waved at them as they entered the large car, my father gave us a short wave before getting in and turning on the engine. Jane held open the door and gave us one last, long look. I imagined she was seeing what women we had become, how different we were compared to the two strangers at the beginning of the move.
She gave us a soft nod, before placing her palm against her lips and blowing us one last kiss before she too entered the car. Emily placed her hand up, as if to catch the invisible kiss and then placed it against her heart. The vehicle churned and moaned as it began to move off the driveway, the entire time my father was reversing the car, the mother and daughter were waving frantically at each other; as if this was the last time they were ever going to see each other.
We heard the stones on the ground crackle under the weight of the wheel, before long the car began moving up the path, heading towards the main road as it left our view. We did not stop staring until we could not see the lights vehicle, Emily made sure to wave that entire time, just in case her mother could still see her.
But they were gone.
For a second, I realised what this meant. That the life we had for over a year now had come to an end. There was no more moments where we were sitting around the table, usually poking fun at me. There were no more times Emily or I would have to hide ourselves away from our parents, usually when one of us were locked into some form of restraints and one of our parents came home unexpectedly.
Those times were behind us now. No longer were we the same two girls at the beginning of our relationship, no longer were we two families trying to co-exist together, becoming used to the other one's differences and quirks. We were no longer young women, trying to get used to the idea of being in a relationship with another woman, let alone one who had the family connection. No longer were we hiding ourselves, our love for each other, or our BDSM relationship.
That was all gone. We were starting a new life together.
Emily continued to blubber, the waving might have stopped, but tears still formed and rolled down her cheek. The idea of moving wasn't new to me, in a way I was still becoming used to the idea that we left our old home and moved here. But for my sister, this feeling was brand new to her. To have to leave the home of a parent who cared for you, loved you to the moon and back and walked out into the unknown. My heart fell for the young girl and all I could do was hold her, try my best to solace her just by being there.
"It's alright," I whispered to her, holding her thin frame as tight as I could.
"I'll be… okay," she whimpered back at me.
"Do you want to do something to take your mind off it?"
She wiped her eye, "Like what?"
"Well…Let's just stay out here for a little longer, it can wait for when you are ready to go in"
"Okay… thank you"
That's where we stayed. I stood behind my sister, my arms wrapped around her waist as we looked off into the distance, looking where the car drove up minutes before. I understood it was part of Emily's thought process, the acceptance that our parents were travelling down a different path than we were going. All I could do in that moment was to hold her tight, make sure she understands that we were going to follow the same path no matter what.
"Let's go in, now" Emily turned around and opened the front door, "I'm looking forward to what you have planned"
She meant to say that sentence in a coy way, to try and sound excited for what was to come, but she continued to blubber and wipe her eyes, tears continued to stream down her face as she said this.
"You'll enjoy it, I promise" I stated, closing the front door behind me.
A soft chuckle left Emily's lips as she backed herself back onto the bed, looking at me with those giant, blue, beautiful eyes.
"It's our last day in this house," she stated, her voice the calmest I had ever heard it before, "I thought you would want to do something crazier than just fun in the bedroom"
I was already crawling on the bed towards her, like a lioness confronting its prey, "I did. I was thinking of binding you up as a pet and having you walk around the block. I also thought about tying you to the bed and having my way with you. I had so many ideas for what I wanted on our last day here, but in the end… I think this is just perfect"
"You wanted to walk me like a dog again?"
"Yeah. But I think we'll have plenty of chances to do that in Oxford"
"Then, what would you like to do with me now?"
It was a hard question to answer. I was already beginning to tear my hair out, just looking at Emily's innocent form was enough for me to want to take her. She sat at the very top of the bed, her small butt placed almost perfectly on the pillow as her bare legs rubbed against each other.
It was true that I had many ideas of how to spend our last day here. Over the year, there were many events that I wanted to replicate, with a large majority of them ending with Emily bound in some shape or form and very likely in a helpless state as I bring her to orgasm. I thought of replicating that walk we did when she wore the petsuit for the second time, walking her along the public dirt path behind the house, never knowing if we were going to be spotted by some unknowing neighbour on our journey.
A second idea I had was placing her in the same state I was bound in when we left Tanya's shop that one time. When Emily was dominant for the first time and I had my hands bound behind me, having to walk out of the store whilst trying to ignore the thrusting vibrator that was inside my sex. I had dreamt about taking my revenge on her, to make her go through the same situation she had placed me in before, but whilst I had multiple ideas on how to bind and dominate my sister, nothing matched up to the thought of our bodies connecting with each other in an amazing embrace.
That is how we should remember our time in this house. Not as master or slave, not bound against restraints, walked on a leash, blindfolded and certainly no chastity belt… It should be a pure moment between us both, something that would allow us to remember the special bond we both shared, not just as step-sisters, not just as lovers, not just as owner and pet.
I found myself licking my lips, looking up at her bare leg as my vision travelled upwards and imagining the treasure behind the skirt she was wearing. The position she was in gave me no ability to see that far up, making what was hidden from me even more exciting to unwrap.
Emily rested herself against the headboard causing the steel collar around her neck to click against the wooden frame. Despite this, she looked at me in the same sensual way, as if she was imagining what I had in store for her and the pleasuring point I wanted to bring her to. It was a sight that I had seen many times before, yet one that I relished each time I was lucky to view it.
"Can we try something different?" I asked, breaking the immersion.
She stared at me for a few seconds, like she was taken back by the sudden change in front from me, "Uh, yeah…sure"
"I promise it would just be this one time, then you can put it back on afterwards"
"…Back on?"
I presented her with the key. The one item I had on me all the time, the one object that could unlock the collar around her neck. She instantly grabbed the metal ring, almost as if she was trying to hide it away from me. The key looked so much smaller than I remembered it being, it was an object I almost rarely laid my eyes on, Emily was so used to the collar being around her neck that it just seemed like a natural state at this stage.
"You want to take it off?" she questioned me, a slightly heartbroken tone was heard in her voice.
"Only this once. I promise"
"But, why?"
"I want to have sex with you" I giggled, "But I want us both to be fully naked. We've been so used to bondage, to latex and to restraints that I feel we are starting to forget what it's like to just be two people in love. "This time, this one time, I don't want anything locked on our bodies. I just want to be Samantha and Emily enjoying a moment together"
"Can I have it back on straight afterwards"
"Before the cigarette" I winked.
She finally let go of the metal between her fingers. It was a slow process, but eventually she brought her hands back down to her sides. She seemed far sadder than I imagined her to be, it seemed that the collar was a part of Emily now, not just a soulless object that was placed on her person, not a representation of the submissive side of her, but an extension of her personality.
I walked along the bed towards her and placed the key into the opening.
"I promise I will put it back on afterwards" I reassured her, "Just one time with nothing on, I promise"
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, I honestly thought I was ripping a part of Emily away from herself. A soft 'click' filled the air, the spring took action and unlocked the collar, causing half of the metal frame to fly upwards and away from her delicate neck. The steel landed in my hands, falling entirely away from my sister and as carefully as I could, I placed it on the bedside cabinet and settled it down as if it was the most precious item on earth.
Emily pouted, "It feels so weird"
As I looked up, I noticed my sister wrapping her hands around her neck, feeling the area without the restrictive item around it. Emily had spent two decades of her life without wearing a collar, but now it seems like she cannot live without it. Admittedly, it did seem weird for it not to be on her, the area below her neck was just bare, bland, with only the grooves of where the collar used to sit gently pressed into her delicious skin.
"I'll help with that" I replied, bringing myself back onto the bed. I leant forward and placed a gentle kiss directly on her collar bone, something that I was previously unable to do. A giggle left my sister's mouth, but she repressed the urge to push me away.
"That tickles!"
I continued, placing more and more kisses all along the rest of her collar, leading up her neck and towards her ear. The giggles softened into moans, slight breaths managed to escape from her perfect lips as she moved herself backwards, resting harder against the headboard. She placed her hands on my arms, as if bracing herself for the attack of my lips, yet she moved her head up and allowed me more room to explore with my mouth.
The pace slowed, along with the amount of travelling I took between kisses. Over and over I placed my lips against her neck, only moving centimeters before they fell against her once again. The soft, subtle moans that escaped her were so delicious to the ears, telling me the actions I took were exactly what she wanted. I eventually pulled myself higher, the neck eventually ran out of space and Emily's earlobe entered my mouth. I took a moment to give it a gentle bite and pull before finally bringing my lips to hers and connecting to her for a gentle kiss.
Light squeaks continued to escape her during this time, her body squirmed and gyrated steadily on the spot, as if she was dry-humping the air. When we eventually parted lips, she stared at me in a certain way that told me she was ready for more. The way she moved her body was enough for my mind to wander, to want to explore her further and to hate the fact she was still fully clothed.
"So… no dominant? No submissive?" She whispered to me closely.
I smiled back, "No, just us. Just Sam and E-"
I didn't have time to finish my sentence. Before I knew it, Emily jumped up, pouncing from her position as she used her full weight to bring me down. I slammed hard against the mattress, landing with my head at the end of the bed and Emily immediately on top of me. My shirt flew up, which revealed my stomach; an opportunity Emily did not fail to take. Her arm slipped up my shirt and her hand cupped my breast, relaxing just over the lacy bra that I was regretting putting on. Her lips travelled over to my neck, starting at the exact same spot I did with her; at the collarbone.
Instantly, I regretted my actions. I had little control over what I did next, at first it did tickle, but that was before Emily continued with an onslaught of pecks along my neck. Emily made sure to put me through exactly what I just did with her, she forced herself to slow down and to take the journey up my neck as slowly as possible. It was a sensation I struggled to accept, it was an amazing sensation each time her lips pressed against my skin, the way she sucked so gently at the most sensitive areas caused my body to burn up. As she eventually travelled upwards, the feeling got more sexual and I could not hide the fact I needed more. The last few kisses below the ear were the worst, her lips caused a wonderful sensation to travel down my body, causing my nipples to push into the soft material that held them in place and beg for more attention than my sister was already giving them.
Oh…fuck…!
Emily finally left my saliva covered neck, she leant her body backwards and lifted off her top. It was torture for me to feel her hand leave the action of cupping my breast, but the show I received in return was very much worth it. She pulled out the band that was holding back her blonde mane, allowing her hair to fall free over her shoulders, she shook her head back and forth, forcing each strand of hair out as far as it would go. Luckily, her hands travelled towards her back and her plain, white bra was detached from her body, freeing her breasts.
I had no self-control. Immediately, my hands flew up, travelling as fast as they could to her petite body, her perky, pink nipples being the target for her fingers to fondle and explore. There were no thoughts in my head, only the desire to touch my sister's naked body.
In return, she grabbed my wrists and forced them into the soft mattress below us. The action was so quick that it took me a second to realise what happened. Emily looked at me with a tight smile, placing her knees into the palms of my hands to keep them in place.
"Just because there is no dominant or submissive, doesn't mean you can just go in," her voice whispered to me. It was a gentle tone, but she was stern with her words, "Maybe I don't want you to touch me just yet? Maybe I want to try something different?"
No information entered my brain. My eyes scanned her chest, a treasure that was just out of reach. She brought herself up, placing her full weight on both of my hands. From this position she was able to look down at me, as if she was taking the role of the dominant despite the equal ground we started this on. Her gaze never left me, she slowly brought her hands down to her skirt and unbuttoned it at her waist, giving herself enough room to pull it up her stomach and over her shoulders, revealing a matching pair of plain, white underwear to the bra.
I was still fully clothed in comparison to the one item she was wearing, yet she was still in control of the situation. Yes, I probably had the strength to overpower her and take control, but deep down I was enjoying the suspense of what she was going to do next. I was more than happy to become her plaything, just to see where she was going to take the day.
She brought herself down, keeping her knees in place, she managed to bend her torso down all the way until her face was right in front of mine, causing her bright, blonde hair to cover the entirety of my head. She once again sent me a smile, this time it was more relaxed and less strict. Her hands cupped my cheeks as she came in for a kiss, finally planting her lips against mine.
Emily tasted amazing. The soft berry scent of her lips entered my mouth, filling my taste buds with a sweet flavour. I found myself moaning at the action, as she pushed herself further into me, bringing her tongue in to massage my own. My hands wanted to move. Her figure was so close to me, her beautiful skin just inches away from my hands, the urge to run my fingers up her back hit me harder than ever before and the desire to push her onto her back and have my way with her followed shortly afterwards.
Eventually, she parted our lips by slowly bringing herself up. It was a long, painful process that just seemed to happen to tease me further. However, Emily kept close, her hands kept on my head as she brought her body upwards, finally lifting the weight off my hands.
"Don't bring your hands up," she whispered.
My arms were already in the process of moving upward, the second she brought her knees up, I was already thinking about exploring what was previously unavailable to me. It was a painful action to bring them back down to the bed and rest down next to the sides, but this allowed Emily to remove the final piece of clothing from her body without being interrupted.
Her underwear easily slid down her smooth legs, falling down to her ankles and revealed her fully naked form. It was a sight I had seen many times, but one that had never failed to ever make my mouth water. I scanned every inch of her sex, how clean it looked, how her clit was slightly exposed due to her arousal, how… it was coming down to me.
"Ooooof!" I groaned into her skin.
She wasted no time. The second that item of clothing was away from her body, she made sure to take her place over my face. Her fingers gingerly travelled through my hair as she settled herself down, her warm sex placed directly over my closed smell and my nose was pushed up against her, allowing the sweet scent to enter my nostrils.
Despite how eager I was for my sister to be in this position, I was initially confused. This wasn't something she had ever done before. Yes, she had been on top on numerous occasions, but I had always pleased her orally whilst she was lying down. However, I had no strength in me to argue. I was happy to see where this would take us.
I felt her fingers dig into my scalp, she rose herself up one last time before bringing her body back down, once again placing my nose directly against her clit. Her thighs were wrapped around my head, tight enough to hold me in place but not too much to cause me any discomfort. All I could do was stare up at Emily, admire her form as she began gently rocking herself forward and back, watch her head fall back slowly as a gentle moan oozed out of her lips.
Once again, my hands automatically travelled upwards, my fingers first explored her back before travelling to her sides. I knew I was in the process of being used by her, at that moment I was nothing more than something for her to grind herself on, but I couldn't help but touch her perfect skin, I couldn't help but want to feel it against my fingertips. Her hands bolted from my scalp and travelled to her sides, I felt a firm grip placed on top of mine as she began to lean back and push herself further into me. I tried to move my fingers, but she wasn't allowing it.
"That… tickles," she whispered through the grunts, "Put your tongue out"
Emily was getting into her dominant mindset, whilst I wanted this to just be about us and nothing more, it was something I had to say I was into. I complied with her order and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. This caused a louder groan to escape my sister, her sex travelled over my nose and then down onto my tongue, coating almost the entirety of my face in her juices. The grip in her hands returned, in-between the thrusts she managed to pull my fingers off her sides before slamming them into the mattress below me, resting her fingers over mine whilst my hands settled above my head.
She was strong… very strong, even in the middle of what I assumed to be a very pleasurable experience; she managed to keep my limbs pinned down. As much as I tried to fight it, it was clear I was going to move anytime soon. Her pace quickened, her strokes became longer over time and the amount she was digging into me increased. All I could smell was her excited scent as the light juices covered my nose and momentarily travelled over my mouth, allowing for the taste to dissolve slowly on my tongue.
A grunt managed to slip out of her mouth, I could hear the strain in her voice, a strain that I could tell she was trying to keep silent and not show me how far along she was. The grunt was just the first part of the process, a process that appeared far quicker than she anticipated. Her hands broke free of mine, with her grip instead travelling to my head. I felt all of her fingers dig into my scalp, holding it in place as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Her legs were squeezed against my ears, her entire frame locked up whilst the sensation travelled over her, like a large tidal wave being pushed over her body.
It was so erotic. All I could do was lay there as I watched her go over this moment, her brain travelled to a different world before it slowly came back down, causing her body to spasm without much control. My free hands made their way to her hips, partly to separate her legs and allow air back into my lungs, but mostly to feel her soft skin once more. It was almost like an addiction to me.
Finally, she let out a groan, almost like a growl as the feeling finally left her body. The orgasm had finally finished after what felt like forever, she finally came down from the heaven she had temporarily visited and returned to the bedroom we both shared.
"Ah… flip…" She muttered, bending over as she allowed her forehead to hit the mattress.
Still, she used my face as a seat, her hands still were gripped onto my hair but it was clear the strength in her fingers were long gone. I had no doubt my sister had any power in her body and it would be a short while before he regained that ability. Her body melted on top of me, the shaking in her legs ceased as they collapsed further into the mattress, causing her sex further into my mouth. A selection of moans came from her, telling me she was trying to catch her breath after the strenuous activity she just endured.
"Give… give me a minute," she gently commanded, her words were softer than a whisper.
I could feel her hands and legs shaking from the lack of strength, trying their best to keep her body up but struggling to do so. She was completely spent, the orgasm that hit her must have been one of the hardest she had ever had, causing her taste to enter my open mouth.
It was an involuntary movement, my body laid completely still but my tongue fluttered upwards for a second. This simple movement caused my muscle to travel over her exposed clit, a destination that only sat a mere inch from my tongue. An audible moan left my lips, it was a mistake on my part, but it allowed me to taste her delicious sex, but it caused her body to bolt upright.
"Sam!" She squirmed, her body a mixture of being on alert and too tired to function, "I'm sensitive, super sensitive"
Her head shot up the moment the connection was made, forcing her back into the sitting position she was in earlier. Despite this, I could feel she had no strength in her to keep her body up, the light trembling in her limbs had turned into full shakes with no will to move away from me completely.
"Sowwy," I muttered, my speech affected by her sex still in my mouth.
"It's… okay, it's okay… just keep still for a sec, just…"
I licked her again. This time it was deliberate, this time I meant for the connection to happen. My grip on her thighs tightened as I pushed myself further into her, my tongue had little self-control as it explored her exposed clit fully, licking every centimeter of her most sensitive part.
She stuttered, trying to keep control over the situation, "S-Sam… enough… stop! Stop!"
I carried on, I felt the grip in my hair return, I felt her legs tighten and spasm. It was too much for the young woman, but I didn't have enough of her to let go. I tried to pull her further into me, I wanted no space between me and her, I wanted my tongue to push her beyond her limits, I wanted to punish her for putting her pleasure first.
She tried pulling herself off, the grip in my hair turned to her pushing against my forehead. Yet this did nothing to help her situation. I kept my hands clamped onto her legs, I made sure my tongue never left her body, that it rubbed up and down, left to right, it left no part untouched by my saliva. I was going to enjoy every moment of this evil moment.
"S… Sa…" She tried to speak, yet even that ability was removed by the barrage of attacks I was giving her.
Her eyes twitched, momentarily rolling to the back of her skull before turning, only for her eyelids to spasm and close. Her hands slid off my forehead, falling onto the mattress above me. She had neither the power or brain function to return them to position, forcing her to grip the fabric instead. Emily's legs lost all power. They went completely numb to her, forcing her to sink deeper into my mouth without the ability to strain them against my head.
"It's too… much. Oh… god" Her words were breathless, "What the… what's happening… oh…"
This time there was no warning, her body wasn't tensed up in the slightest, yet the familiar sound of an orgasm shooting through her came so suddenly. She lost all control over her body, falling back onto the mattress with a low thump before letting out a confused, exhausted and powerful groan. I wanted to tease her, to continue torturing her with my tongue when her clit was most sensitive during her post-orgasm, little did I know it would lead to a moment of ecstasy; a somewhat painful version as well.
She melted once again, this time her body gave up completely whilst her mind struggled to return to reality. I was stuck, with the full pressure of her weight on my head, all I could do was wait there whilst she recovered, I doubt there was anything I could do to 'wake' her up after that episode.
Although…
A dark thought entered my mind. As slowly as a preying snake, my tongue began to travel upwards, it wasn't long before I could feel the familiar taste of her tired clit, a part of her body that was probably screaming to be left alone. A gentle flick of my muscle was enough to wake her, even if it was for a moment. Her body spasmed once again in frustration and her hand fell down to my head, slapping me gently against my ear.
"…no…" She whispered into the pillow, "No… no more"
She could not see the smile I had under her hips, as I prepared my tongue once again.
Emily's light snoring filled the room, her still naked body laid out in a starfish shape along the bed. The light of the day was slowly disappearing, causing an orange aura to climb in through the window, a dwindling light that was still illuminating the room.
I groaned lightly as I dropped a cardboard box on the bed. The mattress let out a quiet sigh as the air within it deflated, but this was deafened by the sound of the box's insides clattering and clanking. I reached for the pen on the side and wrote on the top of the box.
"Bedroom" I said to myself, making sure to pronounce each syllable as slowly as possible as that same word made its home on the cardboard material.
With that done, I took a quick look around the room. With the denial of Emily's touch, I had built up a large amount of energy that was not dispelled in a pleasurable form. My sister eventually fell asleep in the same position she was in as she experienced the orgasm, forcing me to slowly and steadily crawl out from underneath her to regain my freedom.
It was a job that neither of us wanted to do. For Emily, this had been her room for a majority of her life. For years, she grew up within these walls, turning out to become the fine, young woman she was today. For me, this was still home. This had been where I slept nearly every day for over a year, that bed had become used to holding one, two and sometimes even three women. The floors, walls and ceiling had not changed at all in that year, yet they had front row seats to watch a blossoming relationship between two sisters grow. They saw the good, they saw the bad and they also saw the strange bits in between.
In a way, it hurt to see the shelves so empty. The drawers that contained all of our clothes were completely vacant. This went from being our bedroom, to just a room.
Another snort from Emily broke me out of my thoughts. I looked over to her and watched as she curled up into a ball with her back to me, the bones in her spine becoming slightly visible whilst she stretched into position. I had to keep control of myself, my sex was still frustrated and desperate from before. The first idea that came into my head was to kiss along her back towards her neck, before joining back into bed with her.
This was a fantasy I quickly threw into the back of my mind. Whilst my body was still aching for her touch, I was happy to continue on with my chores whilst she rested. It was in that moment that I realised my work was nearly done. Apart from our clothes, a large amount of our items had already been placed into boxes, not for us to take straight away, but for our parents to send over to us once we had settled into our new routine. It was the more important items we were told to take with us, clothing, supplies, equipment in order to make meals. Everything else was secondary and could wait until they are back from their honeymoon to ship out.
As I glanced around one last time, one thing jumped out at me. It was a box, one that our parents wouldn't want to find. A box that had spent its entire time here resting underneath the bed, yet had been a very important part of our lives. It was a box that was potentially the reason we were in a relationship in the first place.
I smiled to myself, it was like meeting an old friend. My feet patted along the carpet until I was right next to the empty bedframe. With a quick movement, I knelt down and brought it out of hiding and placed the box gently onto the mattress, quiet enough to not wake my sleeping sister. Despite this, a few items still rolled around, causing a quiet clatter before settling back in their new positions.
The sight of the box was an amusing one. It was a collection of nostalgia at this point, along with certain items we added whilst our relationship developed. When I moved here, it was only half full. With the pet suit taking up most of the space, the rest of it being handcuffs, vibrators and a selection of other toys that seemed relatively vanilla to me now. As I opened the top, every inch of the box was rammed full. Clothing, heavier bondage items, latex, a chastity belt, all were piled on the top. The smell of latex hit my nose as I scanned the contents, a huge smile on my face was unforced, happily realising how far me and my sister came in such a short time.
"What are you up to?" I heard Emily's voice creak, groggy, yet still somewhat energised.
I quickly glanced at her before looking into the box once again. Her nude form managed to get onto her feet quickly despite the exhaustion from earlier, she came up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder whilst placing her arm along my back.
"Just taking a look," I replied softly, "We need to take this stuff with us. Last thing we want to do is give my father another heart attack"
She smiled, at the same time giving me a light slap on the back for saying something like that about my father. Emily… being Emily, did not see the metal restraints, the latex outfits, the heavy-duty bondage and grabbed an item that went unused.
A pair of metal handcuffs clinked together as she brought them up, allowing the item to dangle from its chain. It was rather normal looking in comparison to the rest of the box, it looked like it could belong in someone's drawer who isn't a fan of bondage at all.
"Why haven't we used this?" she squeaked, picking at one of the cuffs.
I chuckled, "With everything else we have in here, why would we use it? I'm pretty sure it was in here since I moved in"
*CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK*
Emily undid the cuff and put it back in. The sound of the mechanism seemed to put her at ease, as if the sound and feeling of the clicking was some form of comfort to her. I watched as her tongue came out and bit down lightly, as she undid the latch of the item, just to put it back in seconds later.
"That's a safety latch" I informed her, "Handcuffs like these usually come with keys. Instead this one has that small button that releases the cuffs"
She nodded, "Oh…"
Her view went back down to the item, a few more times she undid the device before locking it back in, hearing and listening to the clicks as the teeth locked it into place.
"You really like that, don't you?"
She nodded again.
It was a relatively awkward moment. I stood with the box open, ready to close it and move onto the next task, whilst my sister stood completely naked next to me, her attention fully on the small restraints in her hands, with no indication she was interested in expanding the rest of the day.
For a moment, I thought this was going to be it for the rest of the day, my sister's attention would go entirely on the adult item she was using as a fidget toy. Suddenly, her hands came free, the sound of the metal falling onto the mattress filled the room and Emily's eyes widened as a realisation came to mind.
She turned towards me, placing both of her hands on my wrists, "I never made you cum!"
I didn't know what to say. My eyes were as wide as hers, out of all the things she could have said, I never expected those exact words to come out of her mouth.
"Em!" I gasped, trying to hide the smile on my face.
"I never made you cum! I fell asleep before we could go any further"
"I don't mind, I'm just happy you had one"
"You need one!"
"I… what?"
"Lie down, I'll make you cum"
"Em!…"
"Lie down, right now"
In a small panic, she began pushing me towards the bed. They were light pushes, enough to motivate me to move, but not enough to actually feel anything from the touches. With enough motivation, she managed to push me onto the mattress, forcing me into a laying position.
I chuckled and sighed, "The things I do for you"
"Shhhh" She whispered.
I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of her hands pulling down my underwear. The gentle touches of her lips against the inside of my leg were enough to get my breathing to quicken.
"Oh… Em" I whispered.