Adoria

Adoria sat in the main room of the small house she shared with her family, reading the latest report about the archeological dig she worked at on her laptop. Rain had forced the closure of her worksite, which wouldn't really have affected the 22 year-old history graduate working in documentation, but she wasn't dumb enough to turn down a day to work from home. Besides, it wasn't like her work required her to be on-site all the time. Sure, it was useful for cross-referencing artifacts, but how hard was it to cross-reference an ancient dildo?.... Oh yes, the site her team has been excavating was an old temple, increasingly being discovered to have been dedicated to either Pan or Aphrodite, just from the sheer number of stone and bronze dicks they'd found, as well as several depictions of coitus and general lovemaking. They'd even found shards of an old pot with some suspicious artwork on it that may yet prove the idea that women prostituted themselves in the temple to gain favour from the gods!

The very idea of this made Adoria shift in her seat, her pussy beginning to glisten and leak with arousal. She loved the idea, being asked to blatantly admit her sexuality, to even use it to benefit the gods as she sought her own pleasure. The idea of seducing a man, taking his coin to ride his cock like a bucking bronco, making him bust underneath her as she reveled in her own femininity and....

Her eyes darted up from her screen to glance suspiciously at her younger sister, sitting across from her on the other couch in their narrow living room. Although Adoria couldn't prove it, she just knew her spoiled brat of a sister Kassia would happily throw her under the bus for "being inappropriate", just to gain some more brownie points with their mother.

What was even with that anyways? They were Greek! They came from a culture that used to fuck openly in the streets! They used to revel in their sexuality! Revel in... well, EVERYTHING! Nobody on this earth knew how to have a good time like their ancestors did, and now they just... Well, they still throw the best damned parties, but everyone PRETENDS like they don't know who's slipping off with who, even though EVERYONE knows they'll spend the next 3 weeks gossiping about it nonstop! But no, they couldn't just let things be, they had to suddenly start acting "civilized!" As if Ancient Greece didn't INVENT THE MEANING OF CIVILIZATION! So what if they broke every rule in the book and stuck their dicks and pussies in literally anything and everything? Its not like it really held them back from developing a culture! Hell, they might have been stronger for it! But why couldn't her family just accept that? No, they had to somehow be both blatantly open with themselves and their bodies, and yet shame anyone or anything that seemed even remotely sexual, despite engaging in it themselves!

Internal rant aside, Adoria quickly scanned over Kassia again and decided she was most likely safe. Her sister hadn't really shifted at all, and was still scrolling through her phone with her laptop on the coffee table in front of her, like she was actually doing the homework she was probably supposed to be doing. Adoria knew that her sister was probably texting her friends, finding some how new party with all the cute tourist boys that she'd probably suck off, just to come back home to Momma and pretend like she was an innocent little shit again...

Her father, ever the stereotypical Greek Island Male was out of the house, most likely at the local cafe with his friends, drinking and arguing loudly about nothing at all. Her mother was in the kitchen baking all day, making lokomadis to take to her friend's house for some other celebration that Adoria couldn't be bothered to care about. Inevitably, it would be loud and there would be so much gossiping that Adoria just never cared for. Of course, Kassia might go with her mother and show her up for "not being a good daughter", just because she didn't want to be surrounded by yapping, self flatulating old women? ugh....

And her brother? Well, everyone knew where her brother was. Either out on his shitty little sailboat, fucking tourist girls who thought he looked like Adonis, or continuing that "I hate you, I love you, I fuck you, I hate you" cycle with his girlfriend. Although, Adoria couldn't really blame her brother for the last one, his girlfriend Vasiliki was both fucking HOT and fucking CRAZY. The girl somehow had massive tits that sat incredibly perky on her chest, and DSL that made Adoria wish she had a cock for the older woman to suck, with a personality that made Adoria want to throw her off a cliff... But an ass that meant that Adoria would love to watch her fall.

Eyes falling back down to her screen, Adoria tried desperately to focus on her work, though that certainly made it... harder. An elaborately decorated bronze dildo with incredible metal work bead decorations.... or were those knobs ON the dildo? Adoria's mind wandered as she wondered what that would feel like inside her, understanding that it had probably seen active use, back in the day. It was one of many at this point, the dig having discovered a side ante-chamber off the main worship space that was probably used for.... Well, the official term is "fertility rituals", but anyone in the field knew exactly what that meant. Sex stuff. Lots and LOTS of sex stuff. Currently, Adoria and the rest of the team were debating on whether it was a storage room for offerings, an orgy room, or a female-only worship space (read: group/mutual masturbation closet). Any of these ideas was tantalizing, ideas and images dancing through the plump Greek girl's mind as she pictured the variety of events that could have taken place in said room. Women masturbating to the name of the gods, giving their pleasure as an offering. Women playing with each other as they found true release, after the frustration of a thousand ritual prostitutions by everyday, ordinary women that never saw their own release in their worship. Women welcoming younger women into their ranks as they introduced them to a world of carnal pleasures and showing them the true feelings they are capable of. Hunky, ripped men coming together with toys and soft, womanly flesh to create a cacophonous choir of orgasmic bliss and penetrations! The possibilities were endless, and endlessly riveting!

Just then, movement caught Adoria's eye, breaking her from her internal revelry. She hadn't noticed how hot she was now feeling, or how hard her heart was pounding, or how she could feel each and every heartbeat in her erect clit, each beat causing her pussy to clamp down on....

Kassia stood up from the other couch, once again breaking Adoria's fantasies, before flouncing away upstairs with barely a glance in her sister's direction , laptop and homework long forgotten on the low coffee table. Adoria knew what this meant, her younger sister had found a reasonable party and/or date to go out with, and was probably going to go get ready to hit the town, more then likely telling their mother she was going to study with her friends. That last part might not entirely be a lie, she was going with friends. But they only things they were about to study was either each other, or some random tourist's cock...
But Kassia didn't even take that long, something that surprised the middle child, coming back down soon after with some light makeup, lipbalm rather than lipstick, and moving far more gingerly then.... Adoria narrowed her eyes as she studied her baby sister, before they shot wide open again. The subtle change in the lines under her shirt, the way her sister was awkwardly adjusting her clothing, even the carefully placed eye makeup but little around her lips... Kassia was going out to hook up! That bitch had changed into some hidden set of lingerie and maybe even a toy she had probably smuggled in, but had intentionally worn the same clothes again to prevent anyone else from noticing! Yet more deceptions of hiding who she truly was, what she really wanted, all to... to... well, to get fucked! But if she said anything about it... well, they would both be in trouble, first Kassia for doing anything, and then Adoria for noticing anything in the first place, and "how did she put those particular dots together" and blah blah blah. It was just easier to shut up and turn a blind eye then to speak up... But is that what had happened for so many years before her? For generations?

Adoria breathed deep, trying not to imagine where her sister was going, or what she was doing... or who she was going to do. Was she meeting up with some secret boyfriend? It was possible she had shoved some lipstick in her purse, but wouldn't she then be wearing nicer clothes? Adoria doubted her sister would put nice clothes in her bag, so there was a chance she was going to a friends to finish getting ready... but Adoria wasn't sold on that one just yet. Something didn't add up yet.

Instead, Kassia said a rushed goodbye to her mother, Adoria barely catching something about Fanoula and... FANOULA! Adoria had long suspected that the larger girl that Kassia had befriended years ago wasn't quite as normal as she pretended to be. Something about the long glances in her direction, the way her eyes roved over her body.... Adoria suspected that Fanoula might "prefer the company of women", or at least actively enjoy their company as well, but KASSIA!? Adoria's mind raced with the thoughts, jumping back and forth between the horny and horror as she pictured her own sister in a variety of compromising positions and provocative scenes that Adoria realized she could see with far too much clarity. It was only a year or two ago that the sisters stopped sharing a room, as their brother bought his boat and officially moved out. With such constant close proximity, Kassia and Adoria had invariably seen each other in varying stages of dress and undress, the little privacy forcing the sisters to be intimately knowledgeable about each other's bodies and personalities. This also meant that Adoria already had vivid, detailed understandings of what Kassia would look like in both lingerie and nothing at all, having been forced to see that many mornings as they got ready for school, church, outings, and the beach; each one adding to the mental pictures twisting in her mind. She shivered and shuddered as the images played through her head, her pussy betraying her and soaking her panties as her arousal bloomed at the thoughts. She whined in frustration, her own arousal teasing her beyond normal comprehension as she pictured the very girl she'd shared a room with for almost 20 years sharing a bed with Fani... Sharing her pleasure... Sharing her tongue... Sharing a toy... Sharing some cocks...

Adoria had to bite her lip as she struggled not to audibly moan, her arousal spiking at the thoughts of what could be going on just 2 blocks from her right now. Her thoughts stayed turbulent, however, slowly morphing into what her brother and his parade of sluts and his whore of a girlfriend were doing on his boat, and how she was the only member of the family not getting any right now, and damn did her pussy want attention! Her clit was swollen and ached, and everything in the world right now seemed to just make that worse!

Finally, FINALLY, her mother left the kitchen and went upstairs to change, calling to Adoria that there was soutzoukakia in the oven and fresh bread on the counter for her dinner, and that she was getting ready to go visit her friends tonight. Calling some form of assent, Adoria did her best to control her breathing and her reactions, knowing she only had a few more minutes to hold herself together before she could release her lusts, she just had to make it till then... But oh, did that feel so hard to do right now! So far away, so far from the demands of her needy pussy. So far from the pleasure she so desperately wanted, so achingly needed.

She struggled to focus on her work, and as much as Adoria truly honestly tried, it didn't seem to help. All she could do was picture the women in that side room, riding cocks and specially designed dildos, playing with each other, helping each other cum, fucking each other, fucking Kassia, Kassia fucking her, pushing herself and Adoria back onto those wonderfully ridged and hammered dildos, riding anything and anyone that could give them pleasure for their god and...

The sound of her mother's footsteps on the stairs broke Adoria from her fantasies once again, forcing her to adjust herself in her seat as she uncomfortably tried to regain control of herself, at least until her mother actually left.

It took another few minutes for her mother to gather her things, pack up the food, and then remember the other 33 things she forgot to grab initially, then find her purse, change shoes twice, and then get the food from the kitchen again, the entire time Adoria silently screaming for her mother to get the fuck out of the house. But eventually, it did happen. Her mother gathered up her things, reminded Adoria about the food sitting in the oven to keep warm, and make her way out the door and out of their little gated patio, causing her eldest daughter and middle child to breathe an audible sight of relief that came out as a cross between a whimper of need and a cheer.

Right then and there in the house's main sitting room, with her family just barely down the street, Adoria fell to her knees on the hard tiled floor, unable to control herself any longer. She couldn't take it, she NEEDED this, she NEEDED that release. There was no stopping it now, she was going to get it, right here on the family room floor.

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