Dry Spell

Did you know that you can hear a Blue Whale's heartbeat from two miles away? Well, you do now, because now I know it. I've learned a lot of interesting facts in the last couple of days since the temporary ban on sex was introduced. Really, it's helped sharpen my focus and give me more time to... Oh fuck it, I hate it. I hate it so much.

"This is the worst..." Rosie groans as if she could hear what I was thinking. Her, Poppy, Marie, and I have been spending most of our time in the living room, there's too much temptation in our rooms. "How did I cope with this when I was a virgin? I feel all pent-up."

"Relative deprivation." Marie explains, not looking up from the handheld game she's playing. "You know what you're missing, so it annoys you more. I'm pretty sure it's what Mother was hoping for. Either that or she's just an evil genius."

Rosie waves off the explanation, logic doesn't help at times like this, besides, Rouge being an evil genius is how we were born. "I haven't found it so bad." Poppy chips in, apparently not realising she's proving Marie's point. "I do miss the cuddles, though." She adds pouting. I had to cut her off of physical affection for the week, else I might've exploded.

"Like Marie said, you've got barely anything to miss, just stuff to look forward to." Rosie sighs, turning and putting her feet up on Poppy's lap.

"Not true, I haven't had sex with myself at all!" Poppy protests in a way that shouldn't sound as innocent as it does.

I can't help but chuckle at her contribution. "That's really impressive, Pops, but masturbating wasn't banned, else Rosie probably would've burst into flames by now." I point out, causing Rosie to look offended, but ultimately agree. "Did you hear anything from Andi?"

"She's up for it, after a bit of convincing anyway, but she's going to check with Echo." My sister clarifies. "I told her I couldn't be maid of honour for anyone I haven't eaten out, and she laughed so hard she couldn't refuse. Not that they're getting married, but let's be honest, I have that position locked down." She continues cheerily, it's actually kind of sweet how close her and Andi have grown without it turning sexual. Yet.

"Sienna asked if we could make it a weekly thing, so I'd say she's enthusiastic." Marie lets us know, still not looking up. It's almost eerie how casual we've gotten about something so taboo, but I suppose that's a good thing in the end. I can't exactly say I'm not enjoying it, but now it's hard to just sit here and wait for the designated fucking time.

I lean forward in my chair suddenly, surprising my sisters with my urgency. "We should do something." I decide. "We should prepare, you know, refreshments, ****, toys, whatever, that way we have something to focus on, and we don't have to worry about any of it on the day."

The girls seem unsure how to react to my sudden conviction. "Flowers." Poppy suddenly chirps. "I mean... I'd like there to be flowers. Candles too, just for atmosphere, you know." She adds, this'll be her first time, I get that she'd want to make it romantic.

Marie finally looks up and sets her game aside. "Sienna can take care of the drinks, that's easy enough, but we'll need other stuff. There's not enough time this evening, so tomorrow we should divide and conquer." She states as if she was waiting for this moment. "Romantic stuff, Poppy and Rosie should take care of, Rufus, you and I are going somewhere special."

I'm not sure if I like the sound of that.

*

I love the sound of that.

After a restless night and an excruciating school day, operation 'buy stuff for the orgy' is underway, with my sisters heading off to do their own shopping, Marie took me to what she described as her 'home away from home.' Which turned out to be called Honey's.

As we enter the shop, I can see that this place definitely suits her. Lingerie from wall to wall, I'm guessing, with the really good stuff at the back. "Hey Jan." Marie says as she continues inside. The wavy-haired, middle-aged, woman at the counter simply grunting in response, not deigning us important enough to look away from her magazine. I can see why her and Marie get along.

We continue to the back room, where my expectations are... Completely blown away. Dildos, chains, masks, paddles, these are just a few of the things I immediately notice in this motherland of degeneracy. It looks less like a store and more like an armoury, maybe I've underestimated how messed up this girl's mind is. "So... Nice place you've got here." I joke, still in awe.

"I know what I'm about." Marie smirks, as she makes her way through the room to shelves, stacked with boxes of various brands, she pulls one in particular and pushes it into my arms. "Hold that, we'll need it." She orders me. I look at the label 'water-based lubricant, various flavours.'

Marie continues grabbing boxes with military precision, I'm starting to think she brought me along just to carry all this. 'Breath Mints', 'sensitivity enhancement cream', 'anal cleanliness solubles,' the names keep on getting more hardcore. "Do you just know where these are instinctively?" I ask, half joking.

"These have been the same since my Mum used to run the place, Jan doesn't like reorganising, not that I was allowed in until recently, I just know how her mind works." My cousin clarifies, before handing me the final box. 'Bodily hygiene wipes.' Well, I guess that helps. "Look, this stuff isn't all sexy masks and erotic moaning, the last thing anyone wants is for something to put anyone else off."

That's true, there's no telling what kind of thing would turn everyone off, but I'm willing to bet halitosis or other foul tastes would do it. "I'm not judging, just impressed, reminds me a lot of Rouge." I reassure her, causing a slight blush on Marie's face.

With that sorted, Marie pays for our haul, explaining Trish gave her some cash to take care of this stuff. Luckily the packaging is discreet enough that, held in an equally discreet bag provided by the store, it's not immediately obvious that we're hauling enough sex aids to embarrass the president of a banana republic.

"Well, well." A voice I hadn't expected hums from behind us. "What are my niece and nephew doing coming out of Honey's?" It asks as we turn around to face the music.

Marie is the one to pipe up first, whilst I scramble for something to say.

"Hi Jenny... Nice day, isn't it?"