Her head was still spinning and she felt like she was thinking through a heavy wool blanket as Brian helped her clean up her face, then got her up and settled her into her bed.
“Brian…” she started, her voice sounding weak and uncertain.
“Shh… try and get some rest. There’s water next to you, if you can handle it. Do… do you want me to stay?… Or I can send one of the twins up.”
His voice was uncertain and forced. She thought about it. She wanted to ask him to stay. She really, really wanted to. More than she would ever have admitted to herself before now. But… it was wrong; she was drunk, pretty severely drunk, and didn’t want to risk anyone blaming him for anything. Because if he stayed, here in her room, in her bed, they might… she would want to… that line of thought both excited and terrified her. She felt the same heat in her lower gut she felt earlier, and it was like it was telling her to ask him to stay. But she remained silent.
Brian was quiet for a second. The room was dim, with only the bathroom light provided illumination, so Meg couldn’t make out his face. “I’ll send the twins up.” he finally answered, and left her alone.
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Just a few minutes later, The door to her room slammed open, and in seconds Meg’s two sisters were sitting near her on her bed.
“I guess we had it wrong, Meg was the lightweight.” Amelia giggled.
Anna snorted, “And she clearly didn’t know it. Went way over your limit, huh sis?”
Meg sat up in bed, which only made her head spin a little bit. In just a short period of time, she was already feeling a lot more clearheaded, getting it all out of her and into the toilet seemed to have done her good. She took a sip from the water bottle on her nightstand, which went down okay, thankfully, and sighed. “Okay, you two, thanks for checking on me but I don’t need you here to make jokes.”
“You’re right.” Anna said. “That’s not why you need us here.” She paused dramatically, until Meg looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “You had BRIAN. In your BED. And you sent him away.”
“I didn’t…” she stopped herself. She might as well have. “Hrgh.” She fell back onto her pillows, and realized she was still fully dressed. “I don’t think I have it in me to go back down to the party.”
Anna and Amelia exchanged a conspiratorial glance, one that Meg couldn’t translate. “Same here, honestly.” Anna said, and shifted to lay down next to Meg. Her uber-short dress exposed quite a lot of smooth, pleasantly muscled thigh, which Meg found interesting for some reason; she had to consciously pull her eyes away.
“What? No way.” Meg said, surprised. “You two should go back down. I don’t need babysitters, I’m fine now.”
Amelia laid down on the other side of Meg. “Meg… we want to stay here with you.”
“Really.” Amelia said earnestly.
Meg didn’t understand. “But… why? There’s nothing to do up here.”
Anna’s brow furrowed. “There isn’t?”
She rolled slightly, up on her side and facing Meg. Then she placed one hand on Meg’s right breast.
Meg gasped and shot upright. “What the hell, Anna?”
Amelia put a hand on Meg’s arm, and Meg had to fight the urge to shake it off. “Okay, we sort of have something to talk to you about.”
“Like why my sister just groped me? I should hope you have lots to say.”
“Meg, why did you send Brian away?” Anna asked, her tone flat.
“That is NOT what we’re talking about!”
“It is, though, Meg.” said Amelia, her hand roaming from arm to shoulder. “Let me try answering for you: you sent him away because you were afraid. Afraid of what might happen, afraid to take the leap, afraid of what he might think… of you.”
Meg swallowed. She wasn’t wrong, that was certainly part of it. Maybe even most of it. “What are you trying to say.”
“We live with you.” said Anna, “We see how strong you are, how smart, how kind. But we also see you struggle. Lose confidence in yourself, back away from anything risky or new. I mean, look at this room, for heaven’s sakes. It looks copy-and-pasted from an elementary schooler’s princess daydreams.”
Before Meg could say anything, Amelia continued. “We want to help you, sis. Help you break out of your comfort zone.” As she talked, her hand on Meg’s shoulder started to gently pull her back down onto the bed. Meg didn’t resist, and let herself be guided. “This whole party was a big step, and one you took yourself, without any prompting… well, I guess without MUCH prompting, at least.”
“But you still backed away when confronted with something that pushed the envelope further.” Anna added in, putting her hand onto Meg’s breast again. Meg wanted to push it off, but her arms wouldn’t cooperate. It felt wrong, but… good. Loving. “Something we KNOW you want to do, but just won’t let yourself.” Meg’s back hit the bed. “You’re safe here, with us, your sisters who love you.”
Meg’s mind was a whirlwind. Her sisters wanted to… have sex with her? Her SISTERS? It was like her brain was a record caught on a scratch, just repeating that phrase over and over. Her little sisters, Anna and Amelia, who she had known all their lives, wanted to have SEX with her!
Then Amelia’s hand gently tilted her face to the left, and their lips met. The whirlwind of thoughts and fears halted, like someone had hit pause. Her lips were impossibly soft, gentle, taking time as they planted tiny little kisses on Meg’s mouth, then gradually deepening, Meg’s upper lip sliding in between Amelia’s. All of Meg’s fears melted away, slowly at first, then faster and faster until they were gone completely.
All that mattered right now were those soft, warm lips pressed to hers, the hand on her breast. Suddenly she wanted to tear off her shirt, to feel the contact skin-to-skin. The heat Meg had been feeling all evening started growing again, insistent. Amelia’s tongue poked out, and Meg’s mouth finally opened, her own tongue meeting her sister’s, twisting around each other in a way that made Meg moan softly.
Too soon, Amelia broke the kiss. Meg felt her breath, hot and fast. “Okay.” Meg whispered. “Okay.” She could feel her sister’s smile rather than see it as she pressed her mouth back onto hers. Anna’s hand started kneading her breast gently, massaging the flesh through her shirt and bra.
Meg broke the kiss long enough to say, “Take it off,” then put a hand behind Amelia’s head and pulled her closer, kissing her deeper. Anna giggled, “Well, someone got turned on fast.”
Meg broke the kiss again. and looked over at Anna. “Honestly… I think I’ve been turned on all evening. Since… since you two changed into these sexy outfits.” She glanced down at Amelia’s frame, again noticing how good her sister’s almost completely exposed thighs looked, and the perfectly round curve of her butt, sloping just out of view…
“Aha!” Anna declared as she reached down to start pulling up Meg’s shirt. “I told you this would get her. Everybody loves a tiny dress.”
Amelia grunted her agreement, eyes fixed on Meg’s now-exposed flat expanse of stomach. Meg leaned up off the bed for a minute as Anna pulled the shirt over her head. The chill air made her shiver slightly.
“Wow, Meg.” Anna said softly. “I knew you had curves, but… wow.”
Meg felt her face redden. Her simple white bra suddenly felt too tight, constraining, particularly at the points of her nipples. Amelia seemed to read her mind, and reached around her back to unhook it. Meg let her. It was all so crazy, but she let her.
The bra fell away, Amelia tossing it onto the floor somewhere. Both Anna and Amelia inhaled deeply; their eyes fixed on Meg’s chest. Meg’s nipples were erect and protruded out into the open air, now freed from confinement. Pink areolae circled around them like halos, and surrounding them were the smooth, soft pillows of her naked breasts.
She and her sisters had seen each other naked or near-naked plenty of times before, but this was different. This was so much more… intimate. Intentional, maybe. There was no agenda or purpose here other than to see each other, to feel each other, to… pleasure each other. And it was hot – so, so hot. Meg’s whole body felt like it was on fire, begging to be touched, stimulated. Every brush of her skin on the bedsheets and every breath from her sisters’ mouths made her erupt in goosebumps. She wanted more, needed more.
Anna’s hand had moved off of her breast when the bra came off. Meg reached over and grabbed it, placing it back on her now-exposed breast. Anna exhaled, and her fingers gently squeezed, like before. But now unencumbered by any fabric it was heaven itself. Sensation flowed from Meg’s chest down and through her torso, fueling the growing fire.
One finger trailed lightly over her nipple. She gasped, her back automatically arching slightly to thrust her breasts further outward. Anna seemed to take that as encouragement, and returned more and more often to the nipple, her fingertips circling it, pinching it lightly, and sending electric currents through Meg.
Amelia shifted on Meg’s other side. Meg looked over and saw she was just admiring Anna’s attentions, her mouth slightly open and eyes wide.
Meg reached one hand over to Amelia’s crop top, tugging lightly on the bottom hem. “It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one that gets to feel this good tonight.”
Amelia smiled widely, tore her eyes off of Meg’s breasts, and pulled off her crop top. Her breasts were smaller than Meg’s, her nipples and areolae a lighter shade of pink. Meg couldn’t help herself, her hand moved up and cupped one, feeling the softness and weight, the perfect roundness. Amelia gasped just as Meg had, then moaned softly, moving in closer. Meg tried to mimic the movements of Anna’s fingers, which felt so good on her own breast. She must have been doing something right, because Amelia’s moans never stopped, just got longer and deeper.
As Amelia’s body pressed closer, Anna’s shifted as well. One toned leg swung over Meg’s hip, and her weight shifted until she was straddling Meg. Anna sat up, and from her position, Meg caught a glimpse of black panties. She whimpered; she couldn’t help herself. She wanted that dress off more than she had ever wanted anything else that she could remember.
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