Clear the air with the twins

It was not quite time for her to return to her room. The young daughter queen had an overwhelming need to properly make sure her twin sisters were alright. She didn't think they really deserved what Beatrice accused them for and somehow felt as if they had it worse just now.

She turned around and speed-walked to the other side of the hallway all the queen's daughters' quarters were. The twins were just two rooms from hers so it wasn't a long walk. Mabel had actually never entered the shared quarters of Berkley and Bexley. They were a true duo, a very uncommon sight amongst the history of daughter queens. Then there were the rumors - rumors of sexual sisterly love.

Mabel knocked and waited for their maid to open the door. "Oh, lady Mabel. I'm terribly sorry, but the queen has prohibited meetings tonight." The taller and almost unfittingly strong-looking maid addressed Mabel, who still stood a head taller than her. "I refuse to abide in my quarters, you will step aside and let your lady through, I'm warning you, worker." Queens were commonly an intimidating encounter for a simple worker, but this one proved a hard-head.

"I will follow my queen's orders. Please return in your quarters, my lady." The maid said with her mean face, looking blankly at Mabel with her squinted eyes. Mabel had enough and made a bit of some very potent pheromones that would make even the strongest of bees go crazy. The maid turned red and hugged her chest while an embarrassing sound escaped her mouth. "Are you perhaps challenging me with this act of arousal. Do you know what lesbian conduct will result in the case of a royal maid?"

Mabel didn't want to result in these kinds of tactics, but right now it seemed the best way to proceed. "M-my lady, I-I have to excuse myself... P-please, be merciful, m-my lady..." The hard-ass maid stammered and left holding her crotch and stumbling over her feet. Mabel cleared the air off of her gasses and fixed her dress. The quarters were actually not much different from hers. There were a bit more rooms to fit two daughter queens and a... a goddamn shower?!

"Oh, what is this? Mabel, aren't you supposed to be in your room?" As the now annoyed black haired bee was looking around the other twin, Berkley rounded the corner dressed in a shiny expensive silk nightgown: dark green in color. "Oh, yes. I felt as if my presence would make you at ease dear sisters. I am regretful for what happened in the dining room. Are you confident with me staying here for the night?" Mabel smiled as it seemed to be the case that at least Berkley had mostly recovered.

"Why, o-of course. I was just making little cocktails with Exy. I hope you like cherries." She said making Mabel feel most content. She went into the secondary living room and took notice that it had much of the same furniture, even a pair of droplet chairs. "What is this? Mabel, why are you here?" Bexley's voice came from behind the drinks' table: she wore a similar nightgown like her sister, only night blue.

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you two got over what I caused there just now." Mabel told the bee with long blonde hair, who was just about to sip a drink. The lights were dim, so there was a bit of a moody feeling in the nice living room. "I can make you one if you want. Also, we have our shower just about warmed up, I'm sure you can go first." Bexley added while she took another glass.

Mabel sat on the droplet chair and couldn't help but admire the way the nightgowns made the twins' bodies look. They both had a pair of very firm breasts, the same size as Mabel's humble C-cups. They were both rather slim in queen standards, but still managed to have nice and sharp curves. Mabel herself still had the black skin tight dress she liked, but getting a shower wouldn't bite either. "Here, dear sister." Bexley leaned in and gave Mabel the pinkish drink with a nice swirl of honey floating on the surface.

Berkley, the brown haired bee stood back and hugged her sister from behind as she was done giving the drink away. "I am sure you will see yourself in the shower. We will be waiting, now won't we sis?" Berkley asked while whispering the last part to her sister, who bit her lip. Mabel didn't know what to think as she was never that close to any of the sisters. "I am feeling awfully dirty, I won't take your time more than I have to." Mabel said and took a sip of the nice and sweet cocktail.

Soon enough she stood in their small, but nice bathroom. A gentle mist made Mabel's skin moist and ready to be cleaned, but something kept her on edge. It was the way Berkley hugged her sister so suddenly. Mabel had not seen their drones, although they should have six in total. She felt quite curious and while already naked, she took a towel and gently and silently hovered with a steady flight through the quarters.

It was a hard maneuver to pull off, but if not the daughter queens, only the actual queen could pull it off, but she didn't have wings so there was that. Mabel landed silently where she knew the pair's bedroom was and suddenly she started feeling weird - what was she expecting to find? She gulped and noticed the door closed. She hesitated, but turned the well oiled knob and slid it open without a sound. She exhaled and peeked inside.

"Come on! Put that thing away, I'm serious!"

"Are you scared of it, sis? Don't you want to just get it over with. Oh, who wants to live anyways."

"Not funny, Kelly. You might accidentally hurt me."

"Oh, Exy. I'm sorry... let's hug it out, alright?"

Berkley put away her stinger and the blonde eased down and put the pillow away. They hugged deeply and it almost looked like Bexley let out a tear. "S-sis. I'm sorry, it was dumb." The bee with thick brown haired apologized and stroked her sister's long blonde hair.

"You are a dumb-butt... You know what?... These sides of yours look very tickly tonight!" Bexley dug her fingers in the other bee's sides making her laugh uncontrollably: "AAGH! You cheat! It's only toes, you remember? Now, get on the bed!" Berkley encouraged the girl who just tickled her and they shared a long look which to Mabel seemed a bit on the sexual side.

Bexley laid down eyes still locked on her sisters' and the brown haired bee stayed at the end and squatted to be at eye-level with the feet of her sister. Mabel remembered to breathe again and stayed watching the sisters have their fun, encaptured by their genuine love for each other - what kind of love, that she didn't yet know.