Let's see what's happening with Tess, Abby, and Elsie (Smut Side-Scene)

Abby squirmed as Tess studied her pussy.

The slit was hairless, with smooth outer lips which had been denuded of any hair. To Abby’s regret, that had not been done for the benefit of any sexual partners but just because it was easier to wax herself smooth once a week than shave, though the tiny tuft of silver hair just above her swollen vulva revealed that the color of her silvery locks was the result of nature rather than dye.

The lack of hair meant that the steady stream of nectar which oozed from dripped over the narrow but well defined inner lips of her cunt, then slid downwards between the taut globes of her tight swimmer’s ass. The sight of it seemed to fascinate her older sister, who leaned forward and extended her tongue, before giving a long, slow, deliberate lick up the crease along the inside of Abby’s thigh.

The silver haired woman bucked her hips involuntarily in an attempt to divert her sister’s path—not away from herself, but by placing her cunt in the path of the other selkie’s tongue.

The whimper that escaped her lips during the attempt was met by a disapproving grunt from Tess. Abby’s older sister was in her larger form—well over six feet tall and rippling with muscle, with enormous gravity defying breasts.

While Tess normally weighed no more than ten or so kilograms more than her little sister, the expanded size of her Psychic Warrior form meant that she showed no more effort than it would take to lift a carton of eggs when she used one hand to press down on Abby’s midsection and pin her back against the mattress.

Tess didn’t bother to speak. She didn’t yet seem to have noticed, but the metallic golden outfit that magically reshaped itself according to her situation had taken the form of a corset and panties. While Abby’s silver version of the same outfit had taken the shape of little more than scraps of cloth which broke free of her body with little more than a quick tug of the warrior-form’s taut muscles and left the younger Joenson naked and pinned down on the bed.

Abby squirmed her hips from side to side in response and let out another little whimper.

The sound was enough to prompt Tess to further action.

Finally! The thought reverberated through Abby’s head as she realized that her long-time fantasies—forbidden dreams that had haunted her for years before she’d been brought on to Harem Hotel—were about to come true. She found her ass suddenly leaving the bed as, rather than laying down to feast, Tess used her powerful hands to grip her sister’s slender hips and raise them into the air. Though the younger selkie didn’t struggle, she couldn’t prevent herself from wriggling slightly as she was lifted off of the mattress, her needy cunt brought to her big sister’s waiting mouth.

She was manhandled. Moved about as though she were no more than a toy for Tess to play with.

And when Abby’s mind briefly turned inwards to ask if this was what she wanted, the answer was a resounding yes!

Tess’ tongue finally pushed out and began to probe at the pulsing lips of her pussy, and Abby’s mouth dropped open in an ecstatic moan.

Tess—Tess is eating my pussy!

The thought caused a flood of nectar to gush over her older sister’s chin. Through the magic of the Familiar Bond transformation, Abby could taste herself even as Tess did. The sensations were just muted enough that she could tell that they weren’t her own, but she still felt the heat of her own pussy on her cheeks, felt her own walls clamp down on Tess’ tongue when it plunged into her depths.

She could tell that the reaction went both ways, too—even as Tess started to grant her needy pussy the relief that it needed by burying her tongue in Abby’s snatch, her older sister let out a moan of pleasure of her own. Her voice was deeper in her larger form, but no less girlish when the two sisters let out matching sounds of delighted ecstasy.

What followed was a wash of confusing sensation for both young women. One minute seemed to meld into the next as Tess explored not just the indulgence of tonging her own sister’s throbbing pussy, but also the echo of that sensation as it reverberated back through the Familiar Bond.

Then, gradually, the all-out **** on Abby’s cunt—driven in no small part by Flexible Form’s lowered inhibitions and increased urge to act—transitioned into a nearly scientific exploration.

Each flick of Tess’ tongue across the delicate lips of her sister’s swollen pussy became slower and more deliberate as she measured the echo of sensation that reverberated through her own sensitive cunt.

When she spent several moments with her lips wrapped around the stiff little nub that graced the top of her silver-haired sibling’s sensitive sex, the powerful athlete took the time to focus on the way the Harem Hotel magic echoed it back on herself, on how that contrasted with direct sensation on her own clit.

And then, without warning, it stopped. Abby found herself lowered to the mattress—slightly sweaty, naked, and quivering with an orgasm denied—as Tess turned and looked across the room.

Directly at Elsie. The English girl—woman, really, because while the brunette looked barely older than Abby herself, she was half a decade older than Tess—was caught with a slightly guilty expression on her face as both sisters turned to regard her. Part of that was, Abby thought, probably because she’d stayed to watch the siblings as they started to fully explore the incestuous lesbian relationship Lily’s magic had opened up.

The rest of the guilt was probably because she’d been fingering herself while she did it. The fingers of the slender brunette’s right hand worked beneath the hem of her short yellow miniskirt, while her left hand pinched and squeezed at her right nipple beneath the skimpy triangle of cloth that covered her right breast.

Tess didn’t give Elsie the chance to become overly self-conscious, though. Rather than asking what the English woman was doing standing there, she simply barked out a command. “You—come here.”

For a moment, Abby’s mind danced back to the ceremony a few days prior, when Lily had given the rest of the party their new abilities. Elsie’s had included a mention that the other members of the harem would find themselves more comfortable with making demands of the brownie, and the younger selkie had to assume that had driven Tess’ demeanor.

Elsie certainly jumped to obey quickly enough. The brownie’s hands slipped free of her clothing—her skirt falling back down easily enough, while her bikini top remained askew enough to reveal a pebbled nub of a nipple on her pert right breast—and she dashed the few feet across the room to stand at the side of the bed.

Tess pulled a couple of pillows over and lay back against them. Demonstrating the considerable strength granted to her through Flexible Form, she then scooped up her naked sibling and deposited her easily into her own lap. Abby found her head nestled between her older sister’s massive tits, her back against Tess’ abdomen—and her legs spread wide as she was offered up to Elsie’s gaze.

“Eat that.” As if there could be any mistake about what the order meant, Tess followed it by slipping two fingers along Abby’s lower lips, then spreading them to expose the innermost pink depths of her oozing cunt.

Elsie scrambled to obey, and a few moments later, Abby felt a tongue begin to probe at her sex—the second one in the span of a few minutes, and also the second one she’d ever experienced in her life.

Things got a little more hazy from there.

While Tess was clearly enjoying herself, the older Joenson took advantage of the feedback Familiar Bond offered to assess how best to ensure Abby got the relief she needed out of the impromptu lesbian three-way.

Rather than bothering to ask her little sister what felt best, the powerfully driven athlete made adjustments—or barked out orders—based on the sensations she could indirectly feel as Elsie dutifully licked, sucked and groped her way around Abby’s body. It made the English girl into little more than an extension of Tess’ will—a tool that she used to pleasure her little sister—but if the brownie had any complaints about being used, they didn’t show on her face.

It was a little hard to keep track of, but at one point when Abby was laid on her back, with Elsie’s fingers in her channel and the English woman’s lips wrapped around her clit, the younger selkie felt a sensation of wet heat clenching spasmodically around two fingers on her right hand that she was pretty sure were the result of Tess fingering the other girl from behind. It was also possible that the sensations were the result of Tess fingering herself, but by then Abby’s nerves were a confusing mess of shared sensations and pleasure and she’d given up on any pretenses of keeping track of what was going on.

She gave herself over to Tess’ ministrations and let her big sister take care of her needs, and when her final orgasm washed over her, it was like a tidal wave that left her shuddering and gasping when it receded.

Abby wasn’t sure how much later it was when she came to. She found herself cuddled up against Tess’ side opposite Elsie. Her older sister was propped up against a mound of pillows piled high at the back of the bed, the rhythmic rise and fall of her impressive chest the sign of an easy sleep.

Unlike Tess, the English woman’s eyes were half-open. She offered a smile that, while tired, was warm enough when she met Abby’s gaze. Then the brown eyes drifted shut as Elsie snuggled into Tess’ side a little more closely.

Abby smiled.

This place wasn’t bad at all.