Preparing Madison

Heather and Madison stepped into the bathroom, Heather turning and locking the door once they were both inside, remembering the last time that she last time she shaved her legs with the doors unlocked, Gavin came barging in on her. She hadn’t minded, but now that she was here with Madison, she wanted to give the brunette some sense of privacy. She crossed the room to the sink and took shaving cream and a razor from the cabinet.

“Take off your dress and sit on the edge of the bath,” Heather instructed, looking over her shoulder at the fully dressed Cole twin. “It looks good on you and I don’t want to risk getting cream all over it.”

Madison let out an amused breath, the idea of Heather ruining the dress with her cream sounding innately erotic, but she was sure that it was just her gutter mind. She reached back and pulled down the zip before sliding the dress down off her shoulders and gently down her legs, holding it from falling completely on the floor as she stepped out one foot at a time. Folding it, she placed it on the toilet lid.

“Boyshorts?” Heather chuckled upon seeing Madison’s underwear, and the bra that almost seemed to flatten her chest than support it. “You really did raid Chloe’s suitcase.”

“I thought they looked good,” Madison muttered, pivoting to look at her round, uplifted ass in the mirror. “And Brandon liked them.”

“They do look pretty on you, but I bet you were going for hot, right?” Heather raised an eyebrow, taking the other teen’s silence as a yes. “Well, never mind for now. Take those off too. I need to be able to reach your upper thighs too.”

“Oh, alright,” Madison agreed, slipping her hands under the shorts and pushing them down, leaving her bottomless in the bathroom with her school cheer-captain. She looked up, just in time to see Heather pushing her jeans off of her feet, revealing her own underwear, a flimsy black thong. “Wuh-why are you undressing?”

“I don’t want to get my clothes wet either,” Heather explained casually before pulling her own t-shirt up over her head, and tossing it aside, making no effort to fold it as Madison had done.

“Why would you get w-” Madison asked, though the question was abruptly answered by Heather reaching forward and turning on the shower, hot water gushing from the head and spraying the nearby girls as a thin layer of steam filled the room.

“It helps open the pores. Now relax, and sit down,” Heather told her brusquely, placing her hands-on Madison’s shoulders and directing her down on to the edge of the bath. The darker-haired brunette pulled the laundry basket over and lowered herself onto it, feeling it creak under the unusual weight pressed upon it.

Taking some cream in hand, she worked it between her hands for half a minute, before lifting one of Madison’s legs on to her knee and beginning to coat her firm, taut skin in a thin layer of the shaving lubricant, the heat and pressure of her palms working the toned muscle beneath. Heather started at her ankle, covering her calves before gliding her hands up and applying a layer over her thighs. Madison sighed, feeling tension releasing from her body at the experienced touch of another woman, though nervous, as she was keenly aware that by just looking up Heather could see the entirely of her puss, her hands inching closer and closer as she applied the cream higher and higher.

“Does another woman touching your body bother you?” Heather asked, noting Madison’s body tensing as her hands ran along the crease between Madison thigh and hip.

“N-no,” she protested, her face reddening when she realized Heather could see her apprehension. “I’ve even kissed a girl before.”

“Yeah, that’s normal,” Heather assured her, reaching for the razor, and briefly dipping it beneath the shower stream to get it warm and wet. “Who was the lucky girl?”

“Lisa. It was just after her break up with Zack, and it had taken me weeks to get her out of the house. So, when I finally got her to come to a party with me, I just spent all night dancing and drinking with her. A bunch of guys saw us together and started egging us on to kiss. We blew them off, but we did try it later, when we got home. It was only a kiss though. That’s as far as it went,” Madison explained, watching Heather guide the razor along her leg, removing the cream and the thin layer of hair that had begun to form. “It’s funny how she can be okay with that and not with me and Brandon.”

“Lesbianism isn’t illegal,” Heather noted, tilting her head as she moved the razor around the curve of her thigh.

“It was, once,” Madison argued, pouting. “And then she got into Brandon’s head about it, and he wants me to date other people. You probably think he’s making the sane choice, right?”

“I’m probably the last person to ask that,” Heather chuckled, as she quickly and efficiently moved the razor over Madison’s upper leg. “Wanting to fuck your own father isn’t exactly the rational choice either.”

“What?” Madison’s jaw dropped. “You want to fuck your dad?”

“You haven’t heard about the video?” Heather looked up from her task with arched eyebrows, slightly incredulous. “And I thought my dad was the last to find out that everyone knew.”

“No, I was busy dealing with Victoria, and my own problems,” Madison admitted, feeling selfish just saying it.

“Well, Hannah is blackmailing us with footage of me sucking my dad’s cock unless we let Lisa take the blame for the **** that she planted to get back at Zack and Lisa for hurting Ashley, though it was just supposed to be a stupid prank,” Heather explained concisely as she returned to shaving Madison’s leg, moving down to her shins. “If everything goes well though, by tonight I could be celebrating by getting properly fucked by my dad for the first time.”

“It’s kinda weird to hear you say the words ‘fucked’ and ‘celebrating’ and ‘dad’ in the same sentence, but, you get it then?” Madison said, eagerly. “There’s no reason for you to be able to fuck your dad and for me not to be with Brandon.”

“Well, yes and no. Of course, I understand that we can get these feelings, undeniable and overwhelming, like a moth to a flame. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s right or good, or, indeed, either of those for all people. **** isn’t like lesbianism. There are some very serious biological and genetic, scientific reasons why it shouldn’t happen. You might say you don’t want kids, but first of all, you don’t know how you’ll feel in the future, and secondly, accidents happen,” Heather said, finishing the first leg. “You need to be prepared for how this can seriously limit your life and impact the lives of others. The chances of serious effects are low for first generation ****, but still higher for full twins than say half-siblings.”

“So, you get to fuck your dad, but I can’t be with Brandon?” Madison huffed, as Heather took her other leg, repeating the same procedure of warming up the cream in her hands before liberally applying it all over the brunette’s skin. “All because of ‘the future’.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. But this is a big decision and I can understand that Brandon doesn’t want you to make that decision based purely upon those feelings. There’s a lot of other factors to consider. Like never being able to tell other people who you are or your relationship. Just look at the hoops I’m having to jump through just so the world doesn’t know about my relationship with my dad, being held to ransom by Hannah’s sister,” Heather growled bitterly, though being careful not to allow her anger to translate into her shaving. “And that’s just the obvious side of it. There’s this amazing man in my life, who’s so sweet and confident who makes me laugh and smile and would never hurt me, with a dick like a baseball bat, and I can’t tell people about him because he’s my father. My own best friend is disgusted at me, just like Lisa was with you. Brandon is just like any good brother, he doesn’t want you to struggle if you don’t need to, and you shouldn’t, if you’re not absolutely certain that this is what you want.”

“Brandon is the only man I want,” Madison declared stubbornly.

Chuckling, Heather shrugged and continued shaving the other girl’s leg. “I told Brandon as much, that you were too much like me and if your heart was set on him there’d be no deterring you.”

“So, did he put you up to this?” Madison asked, anger rising at the fact of her brother trying to get other people to convince her.

“No, I just thought this would be a nice opportunity for us to have a little one on one girl time,” Heather confessed, glancing up at Madison’s annoyed pout. “He expressed his frustrations to me last night though, while we were waiting for everyone to get back from the club. I just thought we should talk, one father fucker to a brother fucker.”

“Well, by the sounds of it, you’re not a father fucker just yet,” Madison teased, as Heather finished the second leg.

The twin made to stand up but Heather’s hands on her thighs kept her seated as the dark-haired cheer captain enquired, “Before we do the back, would you like me to clean up between your legs?”

“Between my legs?” Madison stammered, looking down at her mound and the rogue, wispy stray hairs sprouting from her skin. “Um…”

“I assume all of this if for Brandon’s benefit. To show him what he’s missing,” Heather grinned as her hands slid around to Heather’s inner thighs and gently spread her legs, Madison nervous but allowing herself to be opened to Heather’s touch. “You don’t want him to finally succumb and find your legs all silky smooth and your pussy all rough and wild.”

“N-no…but…” Madison bit her lip and looked away, feeling like a hypocrite after everything she’d just said about Brandon being the only man she wanted. “It’s not for Brandon.”

“Oh, slut!” Heather joked, as Madison leaned back, steadying herself with hands on the other side of the bath, her legs spread with her feet planted on either side of her firm, round ass. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“T-Trent-AH!” Madison breathed out sharply as Heather placed a hand upon her lips and tugged the skin tight to give herself a straighter surface to shave, her fingers rubbing against Madison’s clit.

“Trent? Not a bad choice. I’ve never personally sampled him but Amber and Tanya gave him good reviews,” Heather remarked as she applied the cream to Madison’s mound, rubbing it into skin with small clockwise circles. “I’d almost assume you just had a thing for football players but since I know your type is a little closer to home…I’m going to guess this is just to make Brandon realise what he’s missing out on, right?”

“Ah, uh, um, y-yeah,” Madison panted, the rubbing on her mound causing her clit to be pulled back against Heather’s fingers causing small electric bolts of pleasure shooting straight from between her open leg to her brain, her language centre failing to conjure anything more verbose.

“For what it’s worth, I’m not sure that’s the best way to go about it,” Heather advised as she finished lathering her up, and reached for the razor, briefly sliding it into the running stream from the shower, cleaning it from the last shave, before bringing it to her mound, increasing the pressure of her hand upon Madison’s lips slightly to keep the skin taut. “I mean I get it, boys are dumb. Even grown men don’t realise what they’ve got until it’s gone. But Brandon already had his heart broken once. Don’t you think telling him you want him then turning around and fucking another guy will feel like another betrayal?”

“N-no,” Madison sighed and gritted her teeth, trying to think through the dull hum of pleasure radiating from her clit. “This is…is completely…ah…diff-different. I would…not…be doing…this…at all…if Brandon had…just…stayed…with….me…”

“I’m not saying you’re at fault for Brandon backing off, any more than Brandon was for Ashley’s cheating.” Heather looked up at Madison’s flushed face, amused that she was getting so much pleasure from the slightest touch. “I get what you’re doing. He’s basically given you a free pass to fuck whoever you want and you don’t think he realises what that actually looks like. I just think the execution will hurt him more than you imagine.”

“I, ah, can’t…back out…now,” Madison continued to pant, watching as Heather skilfully glided the razor over her mound, leaving it bare and pink, part of her wanting the cheer-captain to hurry up and finish, another part of her wishing her fingers would rub her clit instead of just resting there. “If I…ah…let him…go…I’ll…lose…him for…ah…for good.”

“See, that’s where I think you’re wrong,” Heather said, taking both hands off and sitting back on her heels to admire her handiwork. “I think you risk pushing him away much more by clinging too tightly.” Satisfied with the job, she instructed Madison to turn around.

“Is…um…that how you got your dad?” Madison asked, a little cheekily, still catching her breath. “By staying away?”

“Well, no. I showed up at his office in a skirt and no panties and bent over his table and when he leaned over to show me something, I rubbed my ass all over his dick,” Heather admitted, chuckling to herself, while she watched Madison rise onto two shaky legs and turn her back to Heather. “But I never said I was a perfect role model, and Brandon is not my dad.”

“I’m not going to just sit around and hope and pray,” Madison insisted, her breathing becoming more normal again as she leaned over the tub, resting her hands on the far side and pushing out her ass, puffy pussy lips poking out through her thighs.

“Yeah, we’re very similar in that regard,” Heather admitted as she ran her hands up and down the back of Madison’s legs, smoothing the cream all over her skin. “Well, if nothing else you’re going to be the hottest thing he’s ever seen. I can’t do much more for you than that.”

“Mmhm, uh, thanks, actually, by the way. I don’t think I’ve said it,” Madison said, looking back over her shoulder as Heather stood to coat her thighs, her hands drifting higher and higher until they were on her ass, kneading and prying at her cheeks, the dark-haired cheer captain watching her underlings hole stretch as she played with her butt. “Ah, ah, Heather, I don’t think there’s any hair there.”

“You never can be too sure,” Heather joked, releasing her grasp on Madison’s buttocks and watching them jiggle briefly before again picking up the razor, rinsing it, and returning to her job of shaving the other girl’s legs. “You know, I sort of surprised you agreed to this. You seem rather uncomfortable being exposed in front of me.”

“I’m not uncomfortable being naked,” Madison replied thoughtfully, the sensation of being bent over and looking back giving her Deja vu of being fucked by Shawn in the alley. “I was naked last night in front of everyone, bar you, when Ashley demanded I take off her dress.”

“Ashley did what?” Heather asked incredulously, clearly having been more out of the loop than she’d realised. “All over a dress?”

“I guess she and Zack broke up. After what they did to Bran, I kind of felt they deserved each other, but it’s sort of nice to see them fall apart too. Like all that scorched earth and they have nothing to show for it,” Madison laughed.

“Huh…so Zack and Ash broke up. No wonder she was so irritable when she came to bed last night. Not that she wanted to talk about it. Or that I was had time to listen,” Heather said, feeling guilty that she’d hadn’t given a second thought to Ashley’s mood, assuming it was all because of their fight after talking to Zack. “Aaaaad done,” she announced with a final flick of her wrist, removing the last of the cream and hair.

“Finally!” Madison cried, straightening up and stretching her arms wide. “That was an experience but next time I think I’ll do it myself. Was it really only fifteen minutes?”

“Close enough,” Heather lied, imagining it was nearer twenty, reaching for another bottle in the cabinet as Madison put her hand out to grab a towel. “Wait, don’t dry off. Let me rub this in.”

“What is it?” she asked, Heather already beginning to rub the clearer, gel fluid over her lower legs.

“It’s a serum to help ease irritation and makes your legs nice and shiny and sleek looking,” Heather explained, rapidly and roughly massaging the liquid into one leg, front and back, then the other, rising up and rubbing her thighs, her hands curving around until they came to her mound, Heather smiling when she heard Madison inhale sharply again. Suddenly the cheer-captain stepped back, bringing her hands to her own body as she hooked her fingers in the straps of her tiny black thong.

Madison’s eyes went wide as she watched the other teen push her panties down her legs, asking, “Heather! What are you doing?”

“Letting you wear my panties,” Heather told her as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. “I know the boyshorts are cute, but trust me; that ass in this thong will drive them wild.”

Biting her lip, Madison took the underwear from Heather’s hand, and feeling it sticky immediately thrust out her hand for Heather to take them back. “I can’t wear these. They’re wet.”

Heather rolled her eyes as she stepped forward, her hands cupping Madison’s face on either side as she pressed her mouth on Madison’s, kissing her deep and hard. At first the twin was shocked, Heather’s lips and tongue doing all the work, until she let herself go, her eyes fluttering shut as her own lips and tongue reciprocated. One hand left her face, fingertips trailing down over Madison’s body, tracing a line along her neck, down over the swell of her breast, dancing around her nipple over the bra cup, fluttering over her toned stomach along the line of her pelvis, back to her mound, this time dripping lower than before, until her fingers met her lips, sliding between them and feeling Madison’s arousal coat them in juices. Madison gasped into Heather’s mouth, though only for a moment, as Heather took her fingers from Madison, and turned them to herself, their bodies so close that Madison could feel the back of Heather’s hand as she imitated her actions on herself, sliding her own fingers between her own lips and slathering the digits in her own fluids. Again, only for a moment, before Heather returned her fingers to Madison, her fingers now thoroughly coated in both of their wetness being thrust back into Madison’s hole.

Madison moaned so hard she had to break the kiss, though once the kiss was broken, she found Heather stepping away, a wide, playful smile upon her face as she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. “There. Now my wet panties touching your wet pussy shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

“Heather, you’re wild,” Madison giggled, as she lowered the panties and stepped inside.

“Hey, when you’re willing to fuck your father, what’s a little fluid swapping between friends?” Heather joked, grabbing her jeans and pulling them on, deciding to go commando again. “I’d take off the bra too. I bet they’d love to see those hard nipples poking through the dress.”

“Well, I’ve listened to you so far,” Madison said, reaching behind herself and unclasping the bra.

Heather pulled on her t-shirt and watched the brunette redress, the borrowed underwear from Chloe discarded on the bathroom floor. She pulled the dress on over her head and zipped up the back, with a little help from Heather, before standing and looking at herself in the mirror. She’s looked pretty before, but now she looked absolutely fuckable, from her glossy model-like legs, to the nipples which did indeed pressed through the fabric, indicating her arousal to all. And best of all was the unseen panties, soaked in Heather’s juices, pressed against Madison’s pussy, reminding her just how naughty she could be. That feeling along made her a hundred times hotter, sexuality and confidence radiating out of every look and every move.

“Fantastic,” Heather clapped her hands together, marveling at a job well done. “Now, how about we get Brandon’s opinion before Trent arrives?”