Tale of Three Sisters Ch. 02

Florence knew she shouldn’t be doing it, at least she was fairly sure she shouldn’t. She couldn’t quite be sure that the parcel was addressed to her the name was slightly obscured by a smear of ink, it could have been for either of her sisters, Maxine and Beatrix. Opening the parcel Florence screamed.

“Wow, where’s the intruder, sis.” Beatrix exclaimed bursting into the room.

In front of Florence wrapped in clear plastic laying still untouched in the cardboard box was a skin colour thick nine-inch dildo. Seeing her new toy and her sister’s reaction Beatrix couldn’t help but smirk.

“Thanks sis. I’m very glad to see that you got my new dildo, I have been looking forward to this arriving.”

Beatrix gripped the sex toy in her hands quickly stripping the plastic off it and greedily ran her hands up and down the shafts length salivating over its length thinking only what it would feel like to finally use it.

Clearly Beatrix’s actions had triggered similar thoughts to run rampant in her sisters mind as a hysterical look of horror and hornyness had swept over Florence’s face as she stud rooted to that spot unable or unwilling to move.

Florence knew she should not be thinking these thoughts, but she could not help herself she longed for that shaft. She longed to run her hands down its length, to touch it, to feel it, unbidden her sister, Maxine’s, cock sprang to mind. She was sure her sister’s cock was larger and it was definitely a lot thicker, it replaced the dildo in her mind. The size, and shapely nature of her sisters slightly curved cock made Florence feel and think things she was sure no sister was supposed to feel and yet even the illicitness of these incestuous thoughts, how wrong they were, made her want her sister more. Florence could simultaneously feel the dryness of her throat, her own wetness and taste the memory of her sisters cum. Thick but not to thick creamy and oxymoronically salty and sweet, Florence was horrified to find herself wanting more with a terrifying fervour.

Beatrix saw the conflicted look in her sister’s eyes and the longing expression etched across her face and decided in that moment to be a complete bitch. It was not that Beatrix hated her sister, she didn’t, or that she wanted to get back at Florence for something, just she felt the opportunity was too good to miss.

Taking the dildo into her mouth Beatrix fluidly thrust its enormous length down her throat. Seamlessly, effortlessly deepthroating at least seven inches of the nine-inch dildo. Florence’s jaw dropped and she let out a tiny squeal, utterly overwhelmed by the sight in front of her, her wet sex that was ruining her panties and her mixed, confused, complex feelings. A shiver ran through her spine and a blush uninvited invaded Florence’s face when her sister still gagging on the dildo winked at her.

Pulling the dildo out of her mouth with a satisfying wet pop which heightened the aching in Florence’s sex, Beatrix offered the slick shaft tip first to her sister’s lips. When Florence made no move to accept the offer Beatrix shrugged and ran her hands up and down the still glistening shaft.

“I am going to leave now, after all I still need to properly test this bad boy.” Beatrix enthused and with a final wink, swiftly turned to walk away.

Beatrix leaving was like the lifting of a spell for Florence. She blinked awake as if she had been in a trance. Walking over to the book she had been reading Florence settled down on the sofa desperately trying to ignore her inner turmoil, and her perverse thoughts towards both of her sisters. The soaked material of her panties was a constant reminder and distraction that made it difficult for Florence to stop thinking incestuously about both of her sisters. Florence groaned only a few minutes after sitting down her hornyness and the aching throbbing of her sex was infuriatingly irresistible.

Florence was jerked from the soft, restful, peaceful slumber by the load and obnoxious ringing of her phone, groaning and groggy she looked at the phone screen that unsurprisingly told her that it was 11:30 at night. Great, just great Florence groaned, she had only gone to sleep two hours ago. Florence, with great reluctance took the call. Unsurprisingly Beatrix was drunk, her boyfriend Pete having dumped her only that morning. Beatrix had no wish for Maxine to know of her drunken state and so had called Florence, who had qualified to drive a few months ago, to come and pick her up. The club was one that Florence had never heard of, and she was somewhat surprised her sister had gone there. Not for the first time Florence wished fervently that she had never learned to drive but regardless got up and swiftly dressed to fetch her wayward sister.

“I am sorry, you can’t go in without a wrist band.” The bouncer, an older balding man forcefully told Florance as she tried to enter the main entrance. The bouncer then directed her round to a small office like building to the side of the main building.

Florence tried desperately to explain that she was just trying to pick up her sister but understanding that she was getting nowhere Florence eventually gave in and went to get a wrist band from the office building.

The office was indeed very small consisting of only one room, a long desk ran the length of it and a door that led into the club lay at the other end of the room from the door that lead into the building. Behind that desk sat a blonde woman in her early thirties her head bent down looking at something on the desk.

“Male, female or futa.” The woman droned in a dull and board voice not even bothering to look up.

Florence, taken aback by the question looked back blankly at the woman. After a moment of silence, the woman finally ordained to look at Florence and away from the desk. She was, to Florence’s dismay, quit attractive with flowing gold locks pulled into a business like bun at the back of her head and bright piercing blue eyes.

“H…h…how is that relevant.” Florence stuttered sheepishly.

The woman finally took note of Florence and a smile brightened her face.

“Ow sweety, first time here?”

“I am just trying to fetch my sister.” Florence hurriedly explained.

“You are going to be so popular, sweety,” Holding up her wrist so Florence could see her wrist band she began to explain. “The first band is sex, blue for male, pink for female, red for futa. The second band is sexuality, green for straight, orange for gay, yellow for bi, purple if you only want futa.”

“B…but I only want to go in to fetch my sister.” Florence stuttered again unable to deal with the information.

“Sorry honey, company policy no-one goes in without a wrist band.”

“Pink and yellow.” Florence said summoning all of her courage and handing over the required money to gain entry into the club. The woman hastily scribbled with a pen on a piece of paper before handing it and a wristband to Florence.

“My number, cutie, in case you need it latter.”

Florence felt the heat of her blush as she murmured her thanks and hurried through the door into the back of the club.

Florence was lost in the sea of people, overwhelmed by the crowds of revellers she was totally unable to locate her sister and resorted to wandering around trying desperately to find her. Just as she caught sight of her sister sitting with a woman at the bar. Florence felt herself collide with someone and nearly fall to the ground. In her hurry to reach her sister Florence had not seen a group of five people standing and talking amongst themselves, directly in her path. To Florence found herself flattened against the chest of a muscular guy about her age.

“Sorry.” Florence muttered righting herself.

“That’s alright hot stuff, not everyday such a hot cutie as you bumps into me. Now where were you going in such a hurry, I can guarantee I am more interesting.”

“Marcus, stop it, your scaring her.” A tall tanned Hispanic brunet berated him walking over.

“Its ok, forgive my brother he can be an ass and often doesn’t know when to shut up. I’m Isabell, are you ok?” Isabell said softly and soothingly, which accentuated her slight accent.

“I’m fine, I am just trying to find my sister.” Florence answered her meekly.

“Ok, lets go, see if we can’t find her.” Isabell kindly told Florence in a soft voice firmly taking her hand in hers. Then turning to her friends and brother. “I will catch you in a bit.” Before wandering off hand in hand with Florence leaving Marcus in exasperated silence.

Florence found herself enjoying Isabell’s company, she was kind and caring. Conversation easily flowed between them and she enjoyed Isabell’s slight twang of an accent it softened every word, silky and smooth it sweetened every word like honey suckle. Florence, who’s confidence and courage had taken several blows in a very small amount of time found herself comforted by the security of Isabell’s strong grip in hers, it provided a lifeline and Florence gratefully clung to it.

Finding Beatrix did not pose much of a problem, the thoroughly inebriated girl was sitting near the bar. The more difficult issue was extracting her from the arms of a forty year old futa what clearly believed she was in with a chance of a good end to the evening and was more than annoyed to see her chances rapidly diminishing in front of her. Florence was unsure how she would have managed on her own but with Isabell’s help the futa eventually gave up and between them they were able to escort Beatrix to the car.

Standing next to the car Isabell closed in on Florence and after a couple of moments Florence allowed Isabell to impute her number into Florence’s phone. As she gave the phone back Isabell pulled Florence into her arms, the strength and power of Isabell’s arms was a serious turn on for Florence and the tight yet not bone crushing embrace took her breath away. It just felt so good to Florence as she melted into the embrace. Their lips touch and Florence felt the heated touch of Isabell’s shapely lips. Butterflies flew in Florence’s stomach as Isabell’s tongue invaded her mouth, searching and trying to embrace its opposite number as if it felt that they were not bound tightly enough together and thus was trying to better bind them. At last breathlessly they pulled apart and stood gazing at each other longingly, breathing heavily, Florence longingly savoured the flavour of Isabell’s cherry lipstick.