Monica

The mousy brunette breathed deeply, snuggling in warmly, embracing the person next to her. Eyes clamped tightly shut, content in the thought she was home, safe and cozy in bed.

Monica was feeling safe and secure, with a strangely great relief. She was not alone.

Emi had come home, and curling up next to her felt so welcoming, safe, secure.. and something else… A strange new feeling that seemed ambiguous but strangely driven.

Was Emi naked? Monica wondered, it sent a foreign thrill through her, a corresponding knot of how wrong that should be forming in her stomach. Monica felt an urge to move her hands, to confirm her blind suspicions with proper probing touches.

There was a sudden noise in the darkness, Monica shifted realizing she was strangely unable to see the slightest detail of her room as the door creaked open.

As Monica shifted to sit up her hand brushed across Emi’s chest as she pulled it out from under her sister, panic and excitement trampling over her conscious thoughts as she questioned feeling Emi’s bare breast, a hardened nipple, did she hear a soft moan?

The sound of slow deliberate foot steps drew Monica away from the tangle of knots forming in her gut, as anxiety went into over drive weaving its latest tapestry mangling the soulful alarms trying to get Monica to seek redemption, rather than confirm her new dark perversions.

“Who… who's there?” Monica stuttered, her mind reeling between unrecognized arousal, and unidentified fear.

“It’s just me, having trouble sleeping. Can I crawl in?” Julia’s voice queried calmly from the dark abyss of what Monica presumed was her room, pushing aside the anxiety that it had never been so dark, so unidentifiable.

Julia’s voice however was reassuring, Monica fumbling to answer the question as she looked to where Emi was laying, strangely visible, naked and attractive in the dark against the void present everywhere else.

“I uh… uhm.. I’m not sure there’s space… Emi came home. She’s already curled up here.” Monica replied looking about for some other sign of detail in the dark. Why couldn’t she see anything? Even just the outline of her twin in the room.

Oh god, what if she realizes Emi is lying here naked? What will Julia think?

“Mmm… Come on in. I’m sure there’s room.” Emi groaned with a strangely arousing exhaustion, Julia suddenly coming into the same strangely dark yet detailed view as Emi as she crawled on all fours to lay next to Monica as Monica examined being able to clearly see herself.

“Lie back down. I need to cuddle.” Julia asserted drawing a momentary glance from Monica before she laid down, and turned to face Emi’s back, grateful her flushing face wasn’t visible in the dark.

Monica wanted to speak up, ask what was going on. Why were two of her sister’s naked, next to her. Sandwiching her between their bodies. As Monica awkwardly lay as the middle spoon amongst the three her anxiety tried to net her fully with the tangle of knots she was being alerted to.

How wrong this whole situation was.

Unease towards how strangely loving and secure it felt.

Did Julia and Emi just pull themselves tighter against her?

Monica pushed away the anxiety, relishing the warm embrace of being in the middle of the cuddle. It felt so good, and the physical contact was so rare. As the two sisters to either side of her pressed ever more firmly against her, Monica couldn’t help but wonder why.

Julia’s warm breath on her neck joining with the smooth hand travelling down her shoulder, fingers interlocking where hands met.

Breathing became heavier, gasps and moans escaping Julia and Emi’s lips gently as Emi’s hands cupped Julia and Monica’s, joining Julia in guiding the palm up to cup her breast.

“Fondle me, please.” Emi’s pleading words gasped out, the request fulfilled as Monica’s hand squeezed down on the palm full of soft firm flesh under Julia’s guidance. Julia’s fingers toying with the hardened nipple.

Monica’s mind raced to catch up with realization, Emi’s ass pressing into her pelvis, Julia’s mons pressing into Monica’s ass as legs wrapped over legs entwining them further.

Could this really be happening? Monica questioned, worrying about breaking the obvious passion for the situation her fraternal twin Julia and Emi were showing for the moment.

Lips unleashed electric sparks of arousal and pleasure on the back of Monica’s neck, as the more confident twin leaned forward moving to lap at her ear.

“Do you want to fondle her, while I finger her. Or should I put my hands to work on you?” Julia asked in a husky alluring voice, her arm squeezing under Monica above the hip, her other hand freeing its guiding hold over Emi’s tit to tease its way down.

“Yes, finger me,” Emi moaned softly before gasping. “You know you’ve been wanting to.”

Monica’s heart pounded in the moment, her stomach tightened with the tangle of anxiety further muddying her own sense of how wrong this all was.

How much she wanted Julia to touch her as Julia’s hand reached around beneath her and brushed gently across her mons, quickly being massaged In against Monica’s plumper figure by Emi’s perfect ass.

Monica didn’t know why, but her lips pressed against the bare shoulder in front of her. Again, and again. Taking greater and further cues from Julia’s own arousing actions upon her neck.

“Mmm.. yes…” Emi gasped shuffling to pull Monica’s free arm beneath her to touch upon the front of their spooning bodies. “Don’t you want to know how wet you’re making me?”

“So wet…” Julia remarked teasingly and passionately as Emi gasped at the two fingers as they slipped between her pussy lips. “Do you want to be touched too?” Julia once again asked with heavy, baited breath upon Monica’s ear as Monica kept just sort of laying there on autopilot.

Kissing and nibbling Emi’s shoulder. Kneading Emi’s breast.

Their words grew more interspersed by gasps and moans, Emi sounding ever more feral as Monica slowly grew more and more active with her touch, squirming with desire between Julia and Emi, trying not to think about how long it’d been since that one night at bible camp she had snuck off with a boy she liked.

Back then she marvelled at having gone so far, but felt compelled to go all the way rather than risk him feeling she wasn’t as cool as the other girls whom she’d heard talking about their secretive trysts across the grounds.

Julia’s hand gently brushed across her mons almost mockingly, having slipped beneath the shorts being used for pajamas during one of Emi’s bump and grinds. Monica didn’t want to admit she wanted to be fingered, didn’t want to be growing more excited and invested in… in.. in whatever you'd call this.

Monica just wanted to be taken with the flow of her obviously more confident, and risque sisters.

Emi stiffened, her cries growing **** and incoherent, ass and shoulders pressing harder into Monica as Julia doubled her efforts, cusping, then throwing Emi over the edge into the abyss of orgasm.

I wish I could have done that. I just don’t have the guts.

The thought summoned the forgotten memory with perfect clarity, the dreams, the fidgeting in bed, the desire. And then the question.

“Are you awake?” Monica felt shell shocked as she re-lived her first lesbian encounter as a spectator. Seeing how she was spooning and groping her sister as they slept, watching in disbelief as she initiated the incestuous lesbian encounter between herself and Emi.

Monica marvelled that she had been confident… no, needy enough to touch, grope, and even toy with her sleeping sister’s clit. It was hazy, but something had been tugging on her to do so, its pull ever stronger in the face of Monica’s own insecurity.

Monica could not believe she didn’t even pause in the acts as she awaited some response, some deliberate outright consent beyond the lack of resistance from Emi.

As Monica finished reliving the strange confidence and dominance of her first lesbian encounter she found herself back in the strange void. Naked and beautiful surrounded by…. She didn’t know who they were…

Or so Monica thought as she tried to cover herself up with her hands, watching as the fit young men touched and stroked themselves as they surrounded her.

“Why so modest?” The voice was high pitched and shrieky, two of the male bodies stepping aside allowing its owner to enter the circle, followed by a friend who stopped to make out and tug on the nearest cocks.

“Don’t you remember them.” Monica dropped her jaw slowly as flashes permeated her mind.

Alien confidence and bravado as she entered the men's changeroom. Flashes of teasing, and seducing them, into getting names, and proof of all their conquests.

In the end only one of them got off, his reward for details about where she could meet some real and true sluts.

Flashes came to mind of meeting the girls on lunch, smoking under a train bridge along a ravine path used by students to grab lunch. Monica shook her head, strangely enticed by the power, control, and confidence of the memory.

Of dominating the two rebellious punks into submissive pussy eaters.

Monica gasped as she was pushed back on the bed, her lips instinctively returning the kiss, her tongue seeming to almost habitually entangle with the spiked mohawked girls.

Monica questioned how she had done all that, enthused and feeling a high off of the prospect of having so ambivalently banished her anxiety, fears, and crippling loneliness.

“It gave you security.” Emi’s sultry voice whispered in a husky tone to Monica’s left ear before licking and nibbling on it.

“It gave you beauty.” Fiona’s equally arousing voice in Monica’s right ear triggered a flash of being confronted by her sibling, Fiona’s vanity having been used to lure her up to the room where Emi and Monica had lain.

Moaning and squirming as Fiona’s head was pushed further down her body Monica basked in the press of a fifth body against the side of her head, their soft heaving breasts warmly conforming against Monica’s cheek for only a few second as their owner pulled the lip locked punk free from kissing Monica, and pulled those lips to their own.

Gasping moaning, and writhering in pleasure Monica gazed enviously upon Julia as she made out with one of Monica’s conquests. Breaking from the kissing Julia held the woman by the throat as she looked down at Monica with a loving smile.

“It gave you confidence.” Julia stated dominantly, pinching the punks nipple before casting her aside, the corrupted woman’s form vanishing into the ethereal darkness igniting fiery moans of pleasure from beyond.

Monica felt herself immersed in her sister’s bodies, Julia making out with her, Emi groping her while nibbling on her neck, Fiona suckling a breast. Kathy emerging from the shadows to play with her left breast, Claire following her eagerly casting the other punk into the shadows as she took over eating Monica’s pussy.

Do you want to keep my gifts?