Until Interupted

Fumbling with the words Emi was already feeling relief, the weight and pressure of her lust and desire lifting with each word that came more clearly through the increasingly suppressed sexual thoughts than the last.

She was maybe halfway through when she heard loud talking approaching through the house. It sounded like a boisterous Monica, and Fiona…

Pausing mid-prayer Emi wondered about it for a moment, before the door burst open, the two sisters spilling in, before quickly closing it and locking it behind them.

“How could you not tell her?” Monica blurted out to Emi, disturbing the prayer and breaking the fortifying of Emi's soul.

“Tell her what?” Emi responded, shocked at the accusation

“You tell me, it's your secret,” Monica responded, the Idol having lurked in the back of Monica's mind, letting her own suddenly strong confidence and libido do its natural work on nurturing her corruption.

Which it had.

“There is no secret. You said yourself this morning, we only had a talk.” Emi felt herself growing aroused, thoughts of their ‘talk' reminding her of her fun in the shower after. Her somehow spying on Caroline. Emi tried to ignore her growing desire to corrupt. Fiona did want the secret.

Emi tried to shake the choice circling in her head about whether to have Fiona watch Monica drink from her breast, or whether she should just invite Fiona to come taste temptation.

“Why don't you tell me what tidbits Emi shared with you, and maybe she'll fess up the rest,” Fiona interjected, shifting slightly after sitting on the bed. She didn't understand why, but what little arousal she was feeling earlier seemed to just rampantly grow being in this room.

Fiona would leave to try taking care of it, except she really wanted the answer to Emi's perfect body, and Monica's suddenly improved appearance and outlook.

“Okay, but I need you to promise to keep the secret,” Monica answered coyly, stepping over and leaning alluringly against her bedroom door.

Emi had to stop this… Didn't she? Seeing Monica block the door Emi felt like her options were reduced to almost shouting to see if anyone else was home.

Julia was out.

Caroline was blaring music and working out.

Kathy was at work.

Claire was supposed to fly in tonight.

Mom and Dad were at the clinic.

Emi swallowed deeply, trying to resist the exciting surge of **** that the choice was made for her.

“It started the other night, Emi just had some vibe coming off her. It was so exciting and… I don't know how to describe it.” Monica began to boast, grinding her body in and out, her hands clasped around her sides, sliding up and down the contours of her body, before meeting to unbutton her jeans, and drop her fly. As the pants hung open she felt up, under her shirt, pushing the fabric upwards with her wrists until her hand popped free with her breasts.

Emi subconsciously shifted on her hips like Monica, half wanting to see if she could striptease better, ignoring her uncorrupted sister's impending addition to the list of those she had tainted.

Fiona hung on every word Monica uttered, her own vain desires having hooked her on the Idol's allure, she watched Monica strip, and grope herself, but didn't cognitively put the pieces together as an alarm. The allure of having a similar body entrancing her, the want to so confidently do the same pulling on her vanity

“I couldn't help myself. It felt so good to press against her, where our skin touched felt so alive. I had to feel more, touch more.” Monica peeled her pants free, exposing her neatly trimmed bush. She had shaved the arrow pointing to her clit that morning. Her hand brushed across its direction and she flexed her hips forward and began to finger herself. “I gave in to it, all of it. Then ate her sweet pussy out for hours.”

Fiona's mind blinked back into cognition. What? Monica did what? Fiona dropped her jaw, looking back and forth between her sister's in shock, disgust, a jealous pang of envy. She couldn't ignore how wet she was feeling, how flush and suddenly excited.

“Want to give licking me a try? Obviously, Emi is too shy to share hers.” The lewd words shocked Emi, what had come of caring quiet Monica?

You made her better.

She wants to help make Fiona better.

“I really can't. This is wrong… So wrong.” Fiona got to her feet, approaching the door she stopped. She was unwilling to move Monica aside. The craven slut that had only a day earlier been slightly pudgy, and excessively introvert ground into her hand masturbating against the door with the seductive skill and appearance of a pornstar.

Emi bit her lip, what little the partial prayer had done to protect her having been toppled by her corrupted sister and her actions.

What could she do?