Sweet dreams!

Making their way back to the cabin, Angela, Bethany and Suzanne were subdued. All three women had a lot on their minds. Angela and Bethany were each fixated on the ever-changing nature of their relationship dynamic. Angela, the more worldly twin, was envisioning a scenario involving her, her sister, and that cop. The guy cop, she corrected herself. In Angela's vision, she would order Bethany to do all manner of sex acts with the Master. Angela imagined herself sitting in a chair, watching Bethany get railed doggystyle. Angela would be able to kick back and get all of the pleasure of fucking without actually having to fuck. She imagined ordering her sister to turn around and finish Dave off with her mouth while at the same time playing with her pussy. She could watch Brewer sheathe his cock in Bethany's throat while feeling someone playing with her pussy. How would that feel? Could she orgasm without actually touching herself? She intended to find out.

Bethany's thoughts ran along a similar vein. In her limited experience, she had less imaginary scenarios to work with than her twin. In Bethany's mind, she pictured herself in her current submissive role. It had surprised her how turned on just being told to kneel and stay silent had made her. The fact that everyone else had just ignored her as she sat there... she shivered. She was definitely wet. She could feel Louise's fingers as they played along her scalp as she hat petted Bethany. Like I was her little pet. Unbidden, an image of a collar around her neck came to mind. The picture sent a jolt straight to her pussy. Would Angela make her into her pet? She shivered again. It took all of her self-control to keep from touching herself.

Suzanne was lost in her thoughts. I can't believe I flashed Ofc. Brewer! She wanted to die of shame. At the same time though, another little voice began whispering in her mind. But did you see his face? Daddy liked what he saw! You saw that bulge! And you know what else you saw... Ofc. Randall liked what she saw, too. Suzanne was thankful for the darkness. With her pale complexion, there was no hiding her flushed skin. So if one of the girls wants to do something with me, I'm just gonna say sure! Let's go eat at the 'Y'? I'd like a fur-burger to go, please? She stifled a giggle. While she definitely wasn't looking forward to having sex with a woman, she just couldn't bring herself to be apprehensive about the prospect either. One other thing's for certain. My peach is staying bare. She couldn't argue with that other Voice in her mind. There was no denying the look on Ofc. Brewer - Dave's face. It had been raw, naked hunger. Desire. Lust. Suzanne tried to rub her thighs together as she walked to get some surreptitious stimulation to her lady bits.

For Suzanne and Bethany, the two most sheltered, innocent members of the harem, today had been a day of significant firsts. For both girls, today had been the first time either had been present for a sex act performed by other people. For both as well, today had been the first time either had witnessed a lesbian scene. For Bethany, she blushed as she recalled that she had played with her pussy (and Angela's pussy!) right there next to the Master! Like some kind of brazen slattern! She had also ordered her twin to engage in lesbian sex! And it had been so hot! Suzanne's mind kept going back to the moment that she realized that she was flashing the entire room her pussy. The embarrassment of the situation only seemed to ramp up her arousal. With these, and similar thoughts swirling in their minds, the trio arrived at their cabin.

Walking in, Angela took charge. Turning to Suzanne, she asked, "So I usually sleep in just panties. Is that gonna be an issue? I don't mind a shirt if it bothers you." Bethany appeared to be about to speak up. Angela turned her head to regard her twin. "You'll wear the same as me." Blushing, Bethany meekly nodded. Angela tried to ignore the pulse of arousal that came from giving her sister a command that had to be obeyed. That **** her sister to expose herself. God, what if I told her to go down on Suzanne? She'd have to. And that tall goth chick has to go along with it, right? Angela lost several moments imagining the scene before deciding that today had been enough of a culture shock for both girls. She chuckled at herself. Girls Bethany was the same age as her. But in this setting, Beth was definitely a girl. A newbie. A virgin. Idly, Angela wondered if both she and Bethany would get bonus VP if Angela were to order Beth to give Dave her virginity. Oh fuck me. I think I need to make that happen. Clearing her head, she realized that Suzanne had said something to her. "I'm sorry. I got distracted. Say what?"

"I was going to ask if you remembered what time breakfast is", Suzanne replied.

"It starts at 7 in the Dining Hall. There was a schedule posted outside of the Friendship center on the message board." It was Bethany who answered. Noticing the incredulous stares from the other two women, she shrugged. "Sage said that announcements would be posted from time to time. Tomorrow morning there's nothing from after breakfast until 10 AM. Then from 10 to 11:45, it said "Mandatory Attendance", and then it was open until dinner at 7. It pays to pay attention." Looking at the bed, she turned to the other two roommates. "So... who's sleeping where?"

Suzanne fidgeted. "I'd really like to not sleep in the middle, if that's ok. No offense", she said, shooting the twins an apologetic look.

"None taken", came the reply in unison. Looking at each other, they grinned. Bethany spoke up. "Besides, with our gift from Sage, it says we both have to be touching it. It said something about how it'll make us feel like we're in a bed all alone or something." Bethany appeared as if a thought had just occurred to her. Turning back to Suzanne, she asked the taller girl, "Oh yeah! What did Sage give you?" Seeing the confused look on the tall goth's face, she elaborated. "Remember? When we first came in the cabin, Sage had left a package for all of us? You put yours on your dresser, right?"

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot with all the other... uh, stuff tonight." Suzanne was mostly successful in keeping her blush to a minimum. Walking over, she picked up the package. Unwrapping it, discovered a leatherbound journal with an old-fashioned looking fountain pen snug in a little pocket sewn into the front cover of the book. "Wow. It's... pretty, I guess?" Suzanne wasn't really sure what to think. Suddenly, a block of text appeared in the air in front of her.

The Little Princess Book of Secrets - Do you remember the Chamber of Secrets? Remember that journal of Tom Riddle's? This is kind of like that, except that it's not possessed by a part of the soul of the most evil wizard in a fictional universe. No. This beautiful, bespoke journal was handmade for Suzanne Green by the Hostess with the Mostest, the lovely Sage. She knows that Suzanne is the youngest contestant by several years and quite a bit of life experience. Sometimes you just need someone to talk to. This enchanted journal will become your new best friend! Whenever Suzanne needs a shoulder to cry on, an ear to whisper in, or just needs to vent, this journal is there for her. If Suzanne writes in this journal, a very sophisticated and complicated enchantment used to craft this journal will respond in real-time to whatever Suzanne writes. We promise, this journal is totally safe! No evil wizard possession, guaranteed! And no matter what, your secrets stay safe! This book will only reveal its contents to your harem sisters if you wish it to. This permission may be toggled on and off mentally.

Hidden Effect: This journal will magically exert influence on Suzanne to share increasingly personal information, including fantasies, naughty thoughts, or sexy things she's done or observed the other girls do. Every time that she shares a secret with the journal, several things will happen. First, the journal will share an equivalent fact or secret from one of the other girls without their knowledge. Secondly, the Master, who has a copy of this journal in his residence, will be able to see everything that appears in Suzanne's journal, both written by her and revealed by the journal. Lastly, with every use of the journal, Suzanne will be compelled to both use it more often and to share more intimate details.

"Whoa! Check this out!" Suzanne showed the journal to the twins. Both made appreciative noises. "Are you sure that it's ok to use?" Bethany, ever the more cautious twin, couldn't keep the worry from her voice.

"Of course it's safe! The description said so! Besides, if she starts acting weird, we'll just stab the journal or something" Angela grinned at her skeptical twin. "Beth. It's a diary that will talk back with her. She's younger than everyone else here. No offense, Suze. Remember when we were 19? 25 felt like FOREVER away." Looking apologetically at Suzanne, she smiled. "Again, no offense. I'm trying to say, I think it's cool. You're just starting college, Beth is done with it, I dropped out years ago, and everyone else is fucking old!" Bethany looked scandalized.

"Thirty is NOT old, Angela!" Bethany turned to Suzanne. "My sister may be a little rough around the edges, but she does make a good point. If that journal works like it says, then that might be pretty cool. I guess it's fine. I'm just a little weirded out. Why don't you try it out?"

Shrugging, Suzanne took the journal and sat on the couch. What to write? What to write? Suzanne put the base of the pen to her lips. A naughty thought came to mind. Uncapping the pen, she wrote, "I shaved my pussy for the first time ever today and then later flashed Ofc. Brewer. I was so embarrassed, but it also kind of turned me on." As she finished writing, she blinked. Why on earth would I start a journal like THAT? Picking up her pen, and preparing to scratch out what she had written, to her amazement, the ink appeared to sink into the paper of the journal. "Whoa" This time it came out in a whisper. Despite coming face to face with real-deal magic that day, actually holding it in her hands was an entirely different thing. Stunned, she felt a sense of power. Then, to her amazement, more writing appeared on the page, in a handwriting she hadn't seen before. "Nice one, Suze! But guess what? Bethany played with her pussy while everyone else was watching Angela go down on Jane. She knew that her sister could feel it and did it anyway." Suzanne slammed the journal closed. What? What the heck was that? Is it true? Bethany? Admittedly, Suzanne didn't know either twin before today. But in the brief time she had known them, Angela definitely seemed the more likely twin to have done that. But wait. Bethany told Angela to do it! Maybe? Maybe this book is right?

"Suze? What did it say?" Angela had taken off her socks and shoes and was walking towards Suzanne.

Oh shit oh shit ohshitohshit! Suzanne froze. Numbly, she registered that Angela had plucked the journal from her fingers while her brain had locked up. Fearing the worst, Suzanne spun just in time to see Angela open the cover. Oh God. What do I say? What if she yells at me? Suzanne opened her mouth. "I didn't read it!" Wait what? What the crap, Suze? 'I didn't read it?' Of course she's gonna know you read it, dummy! Wide-eyed, she looked to Angela.

"Of course you didn't read it! There's nothing there, silly! You have to write something first! Maybe we should call it a night, huh? Maybe you'll figure out how to test that thing in the morning. As for me, I've gotta pee and then I'm calling it a night. Dibs on the other edge!" Voicing noises of agreement, both remaining girls walked over to the bed. Shivering slightly, and not from the cold, Bethany stripped down to her panties and hurriedly got in the bed, crawling over the body pillow and hugging it to herself. Bethany yawned and closed her eyes briefly before a noise caught her attention. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was just Angela pulling her shirt and bra off and kicking off her shorts.

As she watched her sister walk to the bathroom, Bethany shrugged. She would have liked to sleep on the outside as well, but she figured that if the pillow worked as advertised, it wouldn't matter where she actually slept. Besides, Ang could just order me to do it. Feeling a shiver of arousal at that thought, Bethany quickly shifted the focus of her thoughts. Rolling over and assuming a cross-legged seating position, she addressed Suzanne. "So, uh, Suzeanne? Suze? Is that ok? Suze?"

"That's fine. That's what most folks call me. Or Green", replied Suzanne. Seeing the confused look on Bethany's face, she elaborated. "My last name? Green? You play sports on a team and the coaches just go with last names. Eventually you either get a nickname or everyone just goes with your last name. The cops do it too. Nobody ever gets called by their first name. It's either rank, last name, or a nickname because they have a strange last name. Like "Woz", instead of Wozniakivitz. So, yeah. Suze, Green, Suzanne, if you want. Almost nobody calls me Suzanne nowadays. My mom did though." She looked pensive, but **** a smile. "Do you go by Bethany or Beth? Or something else?"

"Either is fine. Ang. Angela and I use either one, and so do our friends and family. Whichever is easier for you, I guess." Bethany smiled shyly. Awkwardly, Bethany cleared her throat and spoke up. "So uh... regarding sleepwear. You heard Angela, right? Is that gonna be ok? What do you normally sleep in? Is it gonna be weird if she's... we're both topless?" She gestured at her bare chest. " I don't think I can do anything about that since she uh, told me what to wear, but I'm sure she'll listen to you if it bothers you. Like, at all. Don't worry about hurting her feelings or whatever. Or mine. I'm sure she would listen if you had any issue at all..." Bethany trailed off.

Suzanne, who was much more comfortable with half-dressed, or completely nude women thanks to years of locker rooms, completely missed what Bethany was getting at. "It's no biggie at all! I don't mind. I usually go with a t-shirt and panties." Lowering her voice, she added, "Sometimes I've gone commando!" Giggling, she got up and walked back to her dresser and began undressing. She had removed her socks and shoes and was holding her camp t-shirt in her hand. Her moderately sized breasts, which were gigantic compared to the twins' modest chests, sat proudly and perkily in the half-cup bra that Sage had so "thoughtfully" provided for them. Rummaging in the drawer with her shirts, Suzanne located an obviously oversized shirt. Bethany watched (I'm NOT envious! Just appreciative!) as the taller woman's breasts hung from her torso as she rifled through the drawer, swaying gently from side to side. Tossing the shirt in her hands to the floor, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the bra and tossed it in the corner with the rest of her dirty clothes. Bethany could only stare. Suzanne was objectively good looking. She had a pure, innocent beauty to her. She would never be considered hot like some kind of sex symbol. Her beauty was definitely of the "wholesome girl next door" variety. She was tall, nearly six feet. She was fit and toned, and in the light of the room, shadows outlined the faintest hints of her abdominal muscles. Her legs were likewise muscular but shapely. And speaking of shapely, her ass was an example of how squats and lots of leg work did a booty good. Her breasts, while not overly large, were nicely sized for her frame. Bethany wasn't sure if it was Suzanne's natural skin tone or a result of her transformation, but Suzanne's skin was a flawless pale tone, with no visible tan lines. Her nipples were a darker shade of pink than Bethany had expected, given the pale skin tone of the woman. And peeking out between her legs, Bethany could see Suzanne's labia and little nub of a clit, nestled in the folds of her vagina. She is gorgeous. Why would Dave want a skinny, flat thing like me when he could have that? Or Jane? Or Louise? Or even Hillary? Even Grace has more boobs than Ang and me. And then there's all the tattoos and piercings! How are- Her thoughts were interrupted.

"Beth? You OK? Something wrong?" Suzanne was looking at her, and was that just a touch of a blush darkening her skin?

"Wha? Uh, yeah. Yeah. I'm good. Just distracted. Sorry. Did you need something?" Bethany tried to recall if Suzanne had asked her anything in the immediate past.

"I was just asking if you were all right. You've been staring at me, and I was just wondering if you were OK", replied Suzanne.

Oh crap! She thinks I'm staring AT her. Does she think I'm going to try to do something with her? Bethany wasn't a huge fan of that idea. Does she think Angela is going to make me do something with her? Now THAT got some juices flowing. She's not actually into girls. Neither am I! Why did that thought make me feel aroused like that? Why does that sound so hot? Realizing that she had once again lost herself in her thoughts, Bethany cleared her throat and **** herself to look away. "Sorry. You're gorgeous! I didn't mean to stare. I just was feeling self-conscious. It's been a long time since I really worried about boys and I came to term with my body years ago. I know my girls aren't big", she gave a self-deprecating smile, turning back to look Suzanne in the eye. "But I was comfortable with how I looked. And I had started talking to a guy at work who seemed to really like me right before all this..." She trailed off. Blinking rapidly, she continued, "I was never in the popular crowd, never with the cheerleaders, certainly never with the jocks", she grinned ruefully. "I was a nerd. I hung out with the smart kids and did all that you're probably imagining. Debate team, mathlete, yearbook, you name it, if it was a nerdy thing, I probably did it. And it was fine. I had my group. I had my people. I was respected for my brains, not my bust." Realizing that she could easily be misunderstood, Bethany hastened to explain.

"I've never resented other girls for their boobs or looks or whatever. And you look great! Like, you work out, obviously, and it shows, and that's awesome! But that wasn't me. And I really was fine with it. Nobody messed with me, because if they did, they'd have to deal with Angela. She didn't take **** from anyone. She was part of the popular crowd. But thanks to her, I was off-limits. But now... now it's different."

"How so?", Suzanne asked. She now walked towards Bethany, still gloriously nude, appearing to think nothing of that fact. Reaching out, she took Bethany's hands and pulled her to her feet on the floor next to the bed.

"Well now we're here. And this is a competition. And looks have a lot to do with it. And... and Angela and I are skinny. With small boobs. And I'm covered in these!" Bethany pointed at a tattoo on her arm. "And I've got metal all through my body! In my ears, my eyebrows, now my tongue, my... my nipples", this last was whispered. "I even have them down there!", she said gesturing at her crotch while blushing furiously. "How am I supposed to attract Ofc. Brewer? When he has such beautiful, endowed women to pick from? Women whose figures are actually womanly? Ones whose bodies aren't defiled by all this... this... shit!" Suzanne was moderately surprised that Bethany had cursed. "I'm sorry for staring, it's just I saw your body and for the first time in a looong time, insecurities that I thought I had dealt with came bubbling up and I got lost in my thoughts." Bethany hung her head. "But I'll get over it. Eventually. Just like I did before."

Suzanne's first instinct was to outright deny the shorter woman's fears. But that will sound like a load of crap because it is, she told herself. But Suzanne also thought that Bethany was wrong. Placing her hands on the anxious twin, Suzanne spoke. "I'm so sorry you feel that way, Beth. Really, I am. But I think you're not looking at it from the right perspective." Seeing the shorter woman looking up, Suzanne continued. "Ofc. Brewer, Dave, has had a pretty normal life, right? In the dating department, I mean. At least, I'm pretty sure he has. From what I've picked up hanging around the station and from talking with Aunt Hillary, he's not a player, he's a...", she trailed off, thinking. "What did she call him? Oh yeah! He's a serial monogamist! Which, personally, I think is a compliment. Auntie Hill seemed to think otherwise. But my point is, you and your sister are something exotic. I think he'd really like to..." Suzanne blushed harder as she realized what she was saying. I think he'd like to what, exactly? I think he'd like to hold you against the wall with his hand on your throat while he fucks you silly? I think he'd love to see your little butt bouncing as you rode him reverse cowgirl? I think he'd really like to play with your little titties and those rings? Suzanne shivered. Her thoughts were both alien and familiar. And she couldn't ignore that the more she thought about what she had been about to say, the wetter she was getting. "I mean... uh... I think he's attracted to you. He has to be! Otherwise you wouldn't be here! Yeah! See? So, uh... yeah", she finished lamely. "And you've definitely got some sexy curves going on. Maybe not like Jane, but your butt is really cute and you're both very pretty. Besides, I'm kind of curious about your uh... um... nipple rings? Is it weird if I ask to see them up close?" Blushing furiously, Suzanne thought about what she'd just asked. "Nnn-Nevermind! That's asking a bit much, I think. Forget I asked, please? I'm sorry. There's just so much that's happened today, and I'm tired, and I didn't mean to be weird, and..."

"That's OK", Bethany interrupted. "It's not like everyone won't eventually see me naked anyways. It's OK. Besides, it's just us. I'm glad you asked. I think it would have been weirder if you hadn't, you know? Like, if I had just noticed you staring at my chest? I think that would have made me uncomfortable. But for some reason, this doesn't bother me too much. I'm a little nervous, but I need to work on getting over that." And with that, Bethany gently cupped her small breasts as if presenting them to Suzanne.

"They're really pretty", Suzanne whispered. Looking up and catching Bethany's apprehensive gaze, Suzanne smiled. "And your boobs look good. There's more than that shirt gave you credit for. I think they're cute! Definitely enough for a handful. Can I... is it weird if I, you know, touch one? Of the rings! Not your boob!" Looking hastily back at Bethany, Suzanne hastily added. "I'm sorry! It's totally cool if you're not OK with this. I'm making this more awkward instead of the other way around. Never mind!"

"It's OK, Suzanne. You can. Just be careful, ok? I'm still getting used to them. And I don't want to mess with Angela, or make her think I'm trying to mess with her." Bethany reached out and gently lifted one of the gold rings. Muttering to herself, Bethany wondered. Where was Ang? Didn't she say she just had to pee? Maybe she's showering or brushing her teeth? Holding it gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, she used her other hand and gently guided one of Suzanne's hands to the ring. Once Suzanne had grasped it, Bethany returned her arms to her sides.

Suzanne was fascinated. And wet, a voice in her mind reminded her. She wasn't turned on so much by the other woman as she was her thoughts about what she might do if she had similar piercings. If Dave would like it if she got her nipples done. Rings or barbells? A chain between them? What about down there? Just the whole thing. This is sexy. These are here for the purpose of making sex better. That's hot Suzanne gently twisted the ring, first one way, and then the other, watching the rubbery nipple bend and flex as the metal piercing rotated it first one way and then the other.

"Ahh! Ooooh!" Bethany let out a couple of quiet, but involuntary moans.

"Oh crap! Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Suzanne was so embarrassed. Flustered, she let go of the piercing and gently covered the small breast with her hand, attempting to soothe any pain. Not two seconds after the smaller woman had asked her to be careful, Suzanne had gone and tried to pull her nipple off... She -

"No! No. It didn't hurt. It- it felt... good. Sorry. It caught me off guard is all. I didn't mean to freak you out", Bethany said. "It really is fine. Much more and it probably would have hurt. But where you had it didn't." Suzanne wasn't quite sure what to do with that information.

Without warning, Suzanne felt a smaller body press up against her from the rear. Was it her imagination, or could she feel a pair of small metal objects pressing into her lower back? Two tattooed covered arms and hands snaked around Suzanne's waist and hugged her tight to Angela. The suddenly-reappearing twin leaned her head around Suzanne's side so that she could see Bethany."Mmmm... What have we here? I disappear for two minutes and I come back to one of you completely nude" Suzanne started at this. Suddenly she realized that she was, in fact, nude. She had forgotten once again that her underwear had disappeared. "Eeek!" Suzanne gasped and tried to cover her breasts and groin. Angela's hands snaked out and caught them, holding them easily.

"There I was, minding my own business, and all of a sudden I felt someone playing with my tits!" She looked to Bethany, who blushed. "You're so inexperienced, that I thought it might have been you, dear sister, but it didn't make any sense given the fact that you're not alone and you're kind of a prude. So... that left but one option. Our resident goth princess", Angela let go of Suzanne's wrists and hugged the taller girl around the waist. Suzanne moved to cover herself up again, but Angela tsk tsk'ed and she stopped. "Good girl. You see, I might have had some naughty thoughts already, but I had made up my mind to just get some sleep and get to the next day. But feeling you play with my sister's tits? Mmmm.... That felt gooood. And my plans have changed. I don't think I can hold off til later."

Finding her voice, Bethany spoke up. "But Ang, what are you talking about? What plans? Can't we just go to bed?"

"Oh no, dear sister. Not now. I am way past horny. I am soaked. Here, see for yourself!" Suzanne felt one of Angela's hands disappear from it's place around her waist. She felt Angela's arm brush against her butt as something passed in between Angela and herself. Bethany made a small moan and caught herself before her knees could buckle. Then, there were two fingers, shining with a coating of juices from Angela's pussy. "Open your mouth, Suzanne. Open your mouth taste what you've done to me." Robotically, Suzanne felt her mouth open. Angela's fingers laid on her tongue, the tangy, musky scent of her juices assailing her taste buds. While masturbation wasn't a new thing to Suzanne, neither was it frequent. There had been times that she had contemplated what she tasted like, but had never worked up the courage to do so. "Clean them", came the instruction. Woodenly, Suzanne felt her tongue slithering over the two fingers, not missing a single drop, covering every square inch of flesh. "Very good. Very good indeed. Now I'm curious. I know that I'm wet. You know that I'm wet. I am pretty sure my sister is wet, because she's got the same perverted tastes as I do, even if she just keeps them buried deep." Seeing Bethany opening her mouth to protest, Angela spoke first. "Silence! Remain standing with your hands at your sides, looking at Suzanne." Bethany's mouth snapped shut. Coming to stand closer in front of Suzanne, Angela could see the telltale moisture collecting on her sister's pronounced labia. Could see the wet sheen coating her lower lips. Oh yes. She's into this as well.

"So we're satisfied that two out of three of us are turned on. I wonder... what will we find... down here?" Lazily, Angela began tracing random shapes on Suzanne's torso and lower abdomen. Her questing fingers drawing ever-closer to Suzanne's womanhood. Suzanne opened her mouth to say something and moved to stop Angela, but the shorter woman spoke first. "No, no. Relax. Relax. You'll enjoy this. Just stand there for now." And to her shock, Suzanne found herself following Angela's instructions as well.

Suzanne felt Angela rub the backs of her fingers against her mons. Felt the shorter woman's strong grip as she grabbed Suzanne's inner thigh. And then those fingers were touching her sex. She knew what they would encounter. She had been wet from nearly the beginning of this talk with Bethany. Suzanne felt a fingertip, then a second, begin to penetrate her folds. To her shame, Suzanne realized that she was disappointed when the fingers withdrew, shining with her own lubrication. Watching as if in a dream, she saw Angela extend those two fingers to Bethany and make a "come hither" motion with them. Silently, Bethany obeyed. "Clean them", came the command. Eyes wide with shock, Bethany opened her mouth and performed the same task that Suzanne had. Suzanne couldn't help it. Seeing Beth's eyes close as she licked the juices from Suzanne's pussy that were coating her twin sister's fingers was hot. Suzanne couldn't help it. She moaned.

"Yes. Let it out. I promise you, my goal is for everyone to feel good." Angela whispered these words into Suzanne's ear and punctuated it with a gentle nip to the taller girl's earlobe. Suzanne gasped. Pitching her voice so that only Suzanne could hear, Angela continued. "I'm going to tell my sister to sit back against the headboard. And you, little girl. My beautiful, pale, inexperienced girl, you", Angela licked Suzanne's earlobe. "You are going to lick my pussy." Angela gave Suzanne a little kiss on her neck. "By licking Bethany's pussy. How does that sound? Aren't you eager to taste Bethany? To play with those little titties? With those shiny little rings? What about her little pussy? I bet you've never stared at another woman's pussy before. Look at her lips. So different from yours. That clit. With a ring through the hood. Do you know?" Angela had moved her hand to lightly, almost imperceptibly, brush across the hard, dark pink nipples of the taller teenager. Suzanne moaned in need. "Do you know how good it feels when someone plays with the stud on my clit? It's like pure electricity right to my pussy. And you're going to give that to my sweet big sister. She's going to be so grateful. I'm going to be so grateful. I'll have to think of a way." The feather-light caresses became a firm, but not painful grip on Suzanne's nipples. Suzanne groaned. She felt a bead of liquid drip from her cleft and splash against her inner thigh. Then another. Angela continued whispering so that only Suzanne could hear.

"I'll have to think of a way to reward you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" At this point, Suzanne was in no state to disagree with anything suggested to her. Drunk on lust and a myriad of never before felt sensations coursing through her, she was primed to do whatever Angela told her to. Nodding her head, Suzanne turned to look at Angela. In Suzanne's eyes, Angela saw need. Lust. Desire. Obedience. Oh God. Fuck yeah! Telling Beth what to do was hot. But that was in part because she was magically compelled to. Having Suzanne obey though. Angela thought that this might just be a submissive in the making. She knew that Suze couldn't refuse to play along, but being **** to cooperate versus whatever this hotness was were two very different things. Gently taking the taller girl's chin in her hand, Angela rotated Suzanne's gaze until it was back on Bethany. Addressing her twin, Angela spoke. "Go lay down. You may prop your head up so that you can see what is happening. Spread your legs. You may not resist in any way. You are to allow Suzanne to do whatever she pleases to you. Your hands may only gently caress Suzanne's face and hair. You may not speak." Both Suzanne and Angela watched as Bethany closed her eyes and shivered. Opening her eyes, the hunger and lust that was visible shocked Suzanne. Bethany turned and sensuously crawled onto the bed and into the position ordered by Angela.

Still keeping her voice low so that only Suzanne could hear her, Angela finished her instructions. "When I finish speaking, I want you to take that shirt you were wearing and blindfold Bethany. And then I want you to play with her. Lick those little nipples. Play with those rings. Kiss that flat stomach. Cup those little tits. Play with that dripping pussy. Taste it. But the only rule, is that whatever I do to you, you must do to her. Understand?" Suzanne nodded. Angela quickly ran her hand down Suzanne's trembling abs and gave the younger woman's clit a gentle rub, collecting a sampling of the nectar flowing from her pussy. "Go." And as she watched Suzanne slowly approach Beth, Angela put her finger in her mouth and savored the taste of the teenager.

For her part, Bethany knew that she had never been so horny in her life. Her pussy felt like a leaky faucet. She wanted so much just to reach down and rub. For perhaps the first time since being brought to this crazy place, Beth thought that maybe the extra stimulation that her various piercings could provide would be a good thing. Nervously, she watched Suzanne approach. Lying on the bed, Bethany felt tiny compared to the taller girl. She watched as Suzanne bent and retrieved something from the floor. Again, Beth watched mesmerized, as the larger breasts of the taller woman hung from her chest as she bent over in a way that hers or Angela's never would. Straightening up, Bethany realized that Suzanne had picked up her oversized t-shirt. Slow on the uptake, Beth belatedly realized what Suzanne's intent was. Knowing that her body wouldn't disobey Angela's orders, she nonetheless tried to shake her head, lift her arms, say something, do anything, but it was as if all motor control of her body was shut off. Gently, she felt Suzanne lift her head as she wrapped the shirt around Bethany's face, covering only her eyes and upper skull. Mercifully, Bethany's mouth and nose were left unobstructed. She was aware of the presence of Suzanne on the bed. Her knees making indentations in the mattress to Beth's side. The weight shifted. Suddenly a mouth was on her nipple. Beth tried to arch her back, to **** more of her breast into the other woman's mouth. But she was paralyzed. She found that her arms would move, but only to caress and stroke Suzanne's face and hair. Bethany tried to moan, but again, her sister's command had locked down her voice.

"Ohhh fuck! Yes! Don't forget the other one! You're so naughty starting out with your mouth, Suze!" Angela's voice rang out. Suzanne hummed lightly. "Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Angela cried out.

Bethany felt an exploratory hand trailing across her chest, in search of her other nipple and the ring decorating it. She wanted to thrash. She wanted to moan. She wanted to scream. She wanted to grab the other woman's hand and show her how to work that nipple and its ring. Suzanne, meanwhile was following the instructions being called out by the increasingly delirious Angela. Bethany had to admit, that her sister knew how to pleasure this body, that was for certain. Beth became aware of another weight climbing onto the bed. Suzanne gave a noise of surprise followed by a moan of lust. The mouth left her nipple. The hand left off from its **** on her other nipple. A hand trailed down her torso. Cupped her sex. Pressed all four fingers against Beth's lips and slowly, gently, rubbed, gradually shifting until they were aligned against the front of Beth's pussy, and were stimulating her clit. Beth could do nothing but gasp. She wanted to scream, "Yes! More! I don't care what it takes, but don't stop!". But she could do nothing but lie there, panting, gasping, and gently caressing her tormentor. As she was basking in the building sensation in her pussy, she could have moaned when the fingers left her, only to feel a hand move to her labia and spread them. A second hand, wet with her own secretions, slid one, and then two fingers inside. Her core clenched. Angela's nonstop litany of encouragement and instruction hadn't faltered in the least. She felt a thumb. Which hand? Who cares? It began circling her clit, applying more pressure as she became more and more aroused. Suzanne made a plaintive sound, almost a protest, that quickly turned back into a moan. Suddenly, the hands left Beth's pussy. She wanted to cry out like Suzanne did, but was unable. "Open your mouth." The command was irresistible. Beth complied. Two fingers were placed in her mouth. Those came from me! I'm tasting myself! Beth, like Suzanne, had never worked up the courage to taste her own juices. She had cum to the thought of doing so, but as the heat of the orgasm faded, Beth had been ashamed of what she considered base desires. No respectable man would ask that of me, and he certainly wouldn't appreciate me demonstrating it, she had told herself. "Clean them" And just like that, she was doing everything she could to clean Suzanne's fingers of her own pussy juice. It was so hot! Beth heard whispering.

"Lift your butt off the bed." That was Suzanne's voice. There wasn't any magical compulsion, but Beth complied. She felt several soft objects being stuffed between her ass and the bed. Pillows. Her pussy was now elevated. On display. Dripping wet. The thought of how lewdly she was being displayed shamed her. Aroused her. Inflamed her. Weight shuffling around on the bed again. Moving between her legs. Beth's breath caught. Was she? Was Suzanne about to? But no. A hand returned to playing with her breasts and nipple rings. A second hand returned to gently rubbing Beth's clit while slowly working one finger, sometimes two, in and out of Beth's sopping center. Suzanne groaned. Angela's voice continued it's never-ending litany of ever-increasingly perverted suggestions and exclamations. After an interminable time, again the fingers stopped. "I think you've earned a reward, don't you?" That's Angela's voice. A needy moan in reply. The sounds of kissing. The sound of whispered instructions. Weight shifting again on the bed. Beth became aware of the scent of Suzanne, as the goth's knees came to rest on either side of Beth's face. "Lick her." Suddenly Suzanne's bald pussy was rubbing wetly against Beth's face. She found that she could move her head to get her mouth in position to properly pleasure the other woman. "You may use your hands to help pleasure her, but nothing more." And just like that, Beth found her arms reaching up, pulling the other woman's pussy closer to her mouth.

Had she been allowed to, Beth would have screamed when she felt Suzanne's mouth touch her pussy for the first time. Angela did. "Fuck yes! Right there! Roll that clit around with your tongue. Suck on it! Play with that ring! Yes! Add some fingers if you want!" Beth became aware of fingers probing her pussy. Of arms that had wrapped around her legs, locking Suzanne into a 69 with her. As Beth dutifully licked, and was licked in return, she felt what had to be Angela's fingers enter the teenager while Beth was licking Suzanne's clit. Suzanne's response was immediate and drastic. She moaned and thrashed. The moans vibrated the piercings in Beth's clit and labia, sending a whole new tide of sensation rocking through her body. The fingers worked in and out, as Beth worked the clit in front of her. Dimly, she became aware of the fact that the fingers going in and out of Suzanne were being matched in tempo by the fingers Suzanne was working in and out of her. "Don't cum until I give you permission" Beth could have screamed. She had been so close!

She felt the blindfold being gently tugged away. Fearing bright light, Beth was pleasantly surprised to see that someone had dimmed the lights in their cabin. Looking up between the pale thighs straddling her face, Beth made eye contact with Angela. Her twin looked to be on the verge of orgasm. Beth observed that Ang was working her hips in time with the fingers going in and out of Beth's pussy. Beth's attention returned to her own pussy, as yet more of her juices ran down between her lips, down her crack, where they contributed to what had to be an ever-increasing wet spot. Seeing that she had Beth's attention, Angela began coating the thumb of her unoccupied hand with saliva. Beth watched dumbly as, thumb shiny and wet, Ang brought her hand towards the sex that Beth was still feverishly licking. What's she doing? Beth wondered until at the last minute, it clicked. Wide-eyed, she looked at Angela, who winked back at her with a grin. As Angela slowly ran her thumb around Suzanne's asshole, Beth felt the same sensation. "Cum" And with that, the thumb pressed gently inside. Beth blacked out as Suzanne screamed and thrashed and a stream of liquid shot from the other girl all over Beth's face.

*****

Groggily, Beth opened her eyes. With a start, the events of the previous night crashed down into her mind. Wild-eyed, Beth looked around. She was in the middle of the bed, curled up with that body pillow. Angela mirrored her pose on the other side. Beth was suddenly aware that Suzanne had rolled over and was spooning her from behind, the teenager's hand resting against the pillow, holding Beth's. Craning her neck, Beth saw that Suze was wearing an oversized t-shirt. I wonder how many she has? That one from last night must be soaked. Blushing at the memory, Beth suddenly realized that her own panties were soaked. A beeping noise came from Suzanne's side of the bed. The arm around Beth vanished and the beeping stopped. "What time is it?", Beth, mumbled.

"Five fifty-five AM", Suzanne replied. "I hope I didn't freak you out last night."

"Uh.. No. Um... last night was... uh... great!" Beth blushed all the more. How do you tell someone that they gave you the best orgasm of your life during your first ever lesbian experience? Or that maybe, next time, even though you came like a freight train, let's talk before you touch me, uh, back there? Beth rolled over, unsure, but daring to meet the other girl's eyes.

Suzanne seemed confused. "OK. Good. Because the second your head hit that pillow, you were OUT. I apparently am a cuddler. Hope that didn't freak you out when you woke up and I was spooning you." Suzanne looked embarrassed. "I had some..." She blushed. "Intense dreams."

"Huh. Uh. Yeah. Me too." Beth noted Suzanne's blush. She's probably afraid that she grabbed my boob or something. "It's fine, Suzanne. You didn't touch me anywhere that made me uncomfortable." Immediately thinking back to her dream, Beth thought her face might instantly combust if it got any hotter. Suzanne seemed to be in a similar state.

"Uh... if it's cool with you, do you mind if I get the first shower?" Suzanne was already turning away towards her dresser.

"Sure. Go ahead. I'll go after you." Rolling back over, Beth contemplated her sleeping sister. The clock chimed six AM. Beth blinked. I'm in charge now. Beth smiled at the pulse of pleasure that thought sent to her pussy.