Heavenly Sisters: Chapter 2

Abstract: Chapter 2 of 7: The next morning, with Imamu gone, Katey and Gabby are treated to a breakfast fit for royalty. Makena appears and tells them Imamu is inviting them to stay as guests. Katey resists, but Gabby convinces her to accept.

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I stirred awake to the tangle of sheets and the warmth of Gabby's body pressed against mine, her bare skin soft in the morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the master bedroom. I laid there in disbelief with what happen yesterday. My sister, talking me into coming here, winding up in this large, palatial mansion, having sex with a big, tall, muscular, obscenely rich black man, with the biggest, largest, longest cock I've ever seen. What made this more surreal, was having sex with my sister. As children, we slept together, but always wearing our pajamas. We kissed - practicing for when we started dating boys. We even fingered each other, discovering masturbation for the first time. But full-blown sex acts with my sister is something I never imagined. It unsettled me. I wished it never happened.

Gabby awakened, still sleepy, rolling toward me with a lazy smile. "Morning, sis," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck as she nuzzled closer, her breast grazing my side. If she became uncomfortable having sex with me - her sister - last night - for the first time, she didn't show it.

We then realized where we were and we were alone. No Imamu, no lingering scent of his cologne - just us, in this opulent room with its ocean views and ornate luxury.

Gabby stretched like a cat, arching her back until her nipples hardened in the cool air, then hopped out of bed without a care. "Where's our host?" I asked, pulling the sheet up to cover myself, suddenly self-conscious in the daylight. Gabby laughed, that infectious sound that always dragged me into her orbit, and walked to the balcony doors, flinging them open. The sea breeze rushed in, carrying the salty tang of the Mediterranean and something sweeter - fresh coffee, maybe, or fresh fruit.

"Listen," she said, beckoning me over. I slipped out of bed, wrapping the bedsheet around me. We stepped onto the balcony together, the sun already warming the tiles under our feet. Below, on the pool deck, staff in crisp white uniforms moved with quiet efficiency, setting up a breakfast spread that looked like it belonged in a magazine: platters of tropical fruits sliced into glistening fans, fluffy omelets flecked with herbs, fresh pastries dripping with honey, and pitchers of mimosa that sparkled like liquid gold. The infinity pool shimmered beyond it, merging with the horizon, but my eyes caught on the activity - the clink of silverware, the low hum of conversation. No Imamu though, just pure culinary indulgence.

"Looks like he's spoiling us even when he's not here," Gabby said, leaning over the railing, her robe falling open to expose the curve of her ass. She didn't bother fixing it. I felt a flush, remembering how she'd kissed me last night under the spray, her tongue teasing mine while Imamu watched, stroking himself. "Let's go eat. I'm starving."

We descended the spiral staircase, robes loosely tied, and settled at the glass-topped table as the staff discreetly vanished. The food was divine, the kind that melted on your tongue - sweet mango paired with the tang of yogurt, warm croissants that flaked apart with a buttery sigh. Gabby moaned around a bite of pineapple, her eyes half-lidded. "Fuck, this is almost better than sex. Almost." I rolled my eyes, but my body hummed with the memory of yesterday's poolside frenzy.

We were midway through our second mimosa when heels clicked against the stone path leading from the garden. I looked up, and there she was - a vision stepping out of some high-fashion dream. Tall and poised, with skin like polished mahogany and hair swept into an elegant chignon that accentuated her sharp cheekbones. She wore a flowing white kaftan that draped her curves like a whisper, cinched at the waist to hint at the hourglass beneath. But it was the jewelry that caught my eye: a diamond necklace cascading down her décolletage like frozen starlight, a matching bracelet that caught the sun in prismatic flashes, and on her left hand, a wedding ring so encrusted with gold and gems it could fund a small country. She moved with the grace of someone who owned every room she entered, her smile warm but assessing as she approached our table.

"Good morning, ladies," she said, her voice a melodic lilt, rich with that same African cadence as Imamu's - Nairobi maybe, or somewhere nearby. We stood to greet her. "I'm Makena. Imamu sends his regards." She pulled out a chair and sat without waiting for an invitation, crossing her legs smoothly. Up close, she was stunning, her dark eyes framed by lashes that didn't need enhancement, lips painted a subtle berry shade. I felt underdressed, intimidated, and uncomfortable, but Gabby just grinned, speaking as if they were old friends.

"Imamu is at the main house - Heavenly's Heart - keeping company with the other ladies. He asked me invite you to join him as guests. There's plenty of space, and Imamu... well, he enjoys sharing his world."

"Other ladies?" I blurted, my voice smaller than I intended. I'm the reserved one - always probing the edges, while Gabby dives-in - headfirst.

Makena nodded, unfazed. "His women - a circle you might say. Some permanent, some passing through like you. Ibiza brings all sorts." Her eyes flicked between us, appraising. "You had quite the introduction yesterday, from what he told me. The pool, the cabana bed... sounds like you fit right in." There was no judgment, just a quiet heat in her gaze that made me numb. I shifted in my seat, the robe suddenly too thin, remembering Gabby's mouth on my nipple while Imamu thrusted into me.

Gabby leaned forward, elbows on the table, her robe gaping to show a teasing glimpse of cleavage. "Hell yes, we're in. Right Katey?" I hesitated, fork paused over my fruit. Part of me screamed to grab our things and bolt back to the hotel - safe, simple, no more blurring lines with a wealthy man and his "circles." "Gabby," I said, "let's talk about this first."

Makena watched us, patient, then rose gracefully. "The choice is yours. Stay, and I'll have you taken to the main house after breakfast. Or leave, and the driver returns you to your hotel. Imamu hopes you'll stay. I'll be back later." She air-kissed Gabby's cheeks, nodded to me, and glided away, her kaftan swirling like mist, leaving the scent of jasmine in her wake.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Gabby rounded on me, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. "Don't even think about bailing Katey. You felt him yesterday - that dick owning every inch of you, making you squirt like a fucking fountain. And me, right there, tasting you both. This is our adventure. His 'other women'? Sounds like a party we don't want to miss."

I pushed my plate away, heart pounding. "Gabby, this is too weird, I want to leave. You need to come with me." But even as I said it, I knew it was moot. She'd always pulled me into her chaos, and in this verbal tug-of-war, I always wind-up caving-in .

Gabby slid her chair closer, her hand grabbed mine. "Are you fucking kidding me!? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience! We're in paradise, a Shangri-La, in the company of one of the world's richest men, who's fucking gorgeous, whose given us the best fuck of our lives, AND YOU WANT TO LEAVE!!!???" Gabby gave me a look that burned through me. "I'm going as a guest to the main house and you're coming with me!" Thoroughly defeated, I hung my head, knowing that my sister is leading me on another wild adventure that will be unsettling, but memorable.

As we finished breakfast, Makena appeared again. "Hello ladies, I'm pleased you finished breakfast. I trust it was most enjoyable. Have you decided where you're going to spend the rest of your day?" Gabby stood up, then pulled me to my feet. "Yes." Gabby said. "Katey would like to make the announcement." I looked at Gabby, then Makena, back at Gabby, then back at Makena. After much hesitation, I said "Gabby and I would be pleased and honored to be guests at Heavenly Heart."