Ring of 3: Coffee Never Fails

Joan had finally parted Shannon from her mom’s affectionate grasp, telling her that she needed her sister for a surprise she had planned for Sharon. Unfortunately, inexplicably her mom had gotten Shannon to down an entire margarita in the short time she’d been home. The twins were petite girls, **** hit them quick. After telling the black haired girl the entire story of her varied strange occurrences, she was giggling, “Something between her legs? What? Like a dick?” She gave Joan a goofy look.

“I don’t know! Just… I mean…Mom’s acting like a crazy person! She had her hand half way up your thigh, Shannon!” exclaimed Joan, grabbing her younger sister by the shoulders to get her to focus.

Shannon brow furrowed, “She did? I don’t remember that…”

Ugh… Joan was beginning to realize she either needed to sober Shannon up or get her to witness something strange for herself. 

*written by Cross C

Joan smuggled Shannon into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. “Let's get some coffee in you, that might help you realize what's going on.”

“Thank you Joanne,” her sister started. “I have to warn you though, I am verrry particular about my coffee. The very best you have please.”

Joan winced at being called Joanne, she wasn't a fan of her full name, but she could forgive Shannon her slight. After all she was tipsy enough to evidently think Joan was running some sort of café. “I understand. I'll be right back with it.”

It took some rummaging but soon enough she had a steaming hot pot of coffee on the counter, she turned to look at her sister idly twirling her hair and smacking her lips out of boredom. Joan could understand, this probably wasn't how Shannon had envisioned spending her birthday. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Black as midnight on a moonless night,” she replied with a giggle.

Joan poured the coffee and set it on the table. “Is that a quote from something?”

“Twin Peaks. I just watched it with some girls in my dorm last month. It's kind of dated now, but it's really good.” Shannon took a long sip of Joan's black brew, sighing appreciatively at her first sip. “This is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, it's about a deceptively normal looking town, but once you scratch the surface there's all this bizarre shit going on.” Another giggle. “I mean bizarre stuff. Sorry, I curse like a fucking sailor when I drink. Nothing is what it seems and everyone has a secret to hide.”

“I think I can relate,” muttered Joan as her mind wandered back to Sharon, Robin and Suzanne. There had to be a way to convince Shannon that something was up, but even though the coffee would help sober her up it was hard talking to her after she'd been drinking. Her mind was obviously having trouble keeping focus judging by how quickly she started talking about old TV shows after being told her mother had been feeling her up.

Joan decided she needed a drink herself. Just one, just enough to help her deal with the situation. She lifted one out of the open cooler that had been sitting on the counter and twisted the cap off. Her eyes lit up, but not at the prospect of drinking. She had an idea. “Shannon, when you're done with that coffee come over here and take a sip of this for me.”

“Why? It hasn't gone off has it?”

“Gone off? It's vodka, of course it hasn't gone off!”

Once Shannon had downed her coffee Joan had her take just a sip of her vodka and swish it around her mouth. She also insisted that she spit it in the sink, but Shannon swallowed and grinned mischievously, much to Joan's vexation. Joan then proceeded to dump the rest of the bottle down the drain.

“Heeeey! Dammit, don't waste it.” Shannon complained. She knew she was supposed to be sobering up, but dumping out an entire bottle of booze just seemed an atrocious waste.

Joan thrust the empty bottle into Shannon's grasp, “Whatever! Just go back into the living room and put on a show of being drunk. If Mom doesn't try to feel you up again then I'll drop this whole thing, but if she does then pay attention for crying out loud! Just pretend you're on Twin Peaks and you're trying to get to the bottom of this.”

Shannon smiled and shook her sister's hand, “Federal Bureau of Investigation, special agent Shannon McCormack at your service!” Shannon started giggling uncontrollably. Joan prayed this was just her putting on her show, if Shannon was drunk enough she was bound to mess up the plan.

“Shannon, there you are!” Suzanne smiled, watching her daughter walk back in the room. She'd been so close to brushing against her delectable pussy when Joanne had stolen her away. However, on the girl's return Suzanne liked what she saw. She had downed almost an entire bottle of flavoured vodka, only a few drops of liquid remained at the bottom of the container. “Did you get the surprise ready for Sharon?”

Shannon waited until she was sitting next to her mother on the couch before answering, mainly because she was panicking slightly. What could she say? Joan hadn't given her a good lie to say, and Shannon wasn't precisely comfortable with her cognitive abilities at present. “Umm... Sort of, but it's... It's a surprise.” She held her breath, releasing it only when her mother laughed.

“Well, that goes without saying!” She was drunk! She had to be drunk with a response like that! Suzanne rested her hand on Shannon's knee, patting her daughter affectionately. The intimate patting would come shortly.

Shannon looked down at the hand on her knee and frowned. Was that it? Was that all Joan had been freaking out about? Her knee of all things!? Her Mom wasn't even touching her skin since she was wearing thigh high socks. If this was all it took to convince her that her mother was actually coming on to her then Joan was a prude. Shannon shook her head and turned her attention away from her mother's wandering hand altogether, “So, what's new on the homefront?”

Suzanne chatted with her daughter nonsensically for a while, not really paying attention to the flow of conversation and jumping from topic to topic without any real concern for continuity. Every sentence she inched her hand a bit further up. Soon her nails were lightly brushing her daughter's skin, then her fingertips were resting against Shannon's thigh. Suzanne's heart was bounding inside her chest. Sharon had been her greatest sexual conquest to date, but if she could bed both of her twins in one night? She'd be wet for months just remembering it! Once her entire entire hand was underneath her daughter's skirt Suzanne gave her an experimental squeeze to test the waters.

Shannon exhaled raggedly, suddenly she was very aware of her mother. Her warm breath flowing across her face and neck, her bosom as it rose and fell with each breath, her nipples straining desperately against the fabric of a dress that revealed far more than it should. Christ, when had those breasts gotten so large? Her mother's leg pressed against hers pleasantly through the fabric of her skirt and socks, and her hand was indecently warm against the bare skin of her thigh. The pressure of her mother's hand squeezing down on her thigh was disturbingly sensual. Shannon could feel her ears burning, and a pit formed deep in her stomach. Fucking hell! Her own mother! Shannon was filled with an immediate urge to run, but she held back. If she just ran now the game would be over, her facade would come crashing down.

That hand didn't stop moving either, soon it was gently rubbing the space where her leg joined her pelvis, eliciting unwanted memories of her experiments with the other women at her all girl's private school. She remembered walking in on her roommate changing, she just stood at the door frame watching until she noticed her. The girl had pulled her to the bed and stripped her down as naked as she was. Her bisexual roommate had touched her thigh too, but far more urgently. The flame of passion burns more powerfully in the young and she had barely begun her foreplay before slipping a finger inside Shannon, wiggling the digit back and forth until Shannon was as wet as... As wet as she was now. 

Shannon wanted, no, needed to get out. She felt desperately torn between a sensation of increasing nausea and a burning heat rising up from beneath her breast, not to mention between her... No! It didn't bear thinking on! 

“I need more...” Shannon cleared her throat, but Suzanne pounced on her unfinished words to slide her hand beneath her daughter's panties. Shannon felt as though she might faint then and there. “I need more...” Suzanne found her clit and expertly coaxed it out of its hood. Shannon's body shuddered, she hoped in revulsion. “I need more...” Rubbing, faster and faster. Shannon's pelvis went numb and then exploded with sensation. “I need more... More booze!”

Shannon stood up as if she'd been stung by a bee, with her mother's hand still inside her panties they wound up being pulled down to her knees. It didn't matter, there would be plenty of time to pull them back up in the kitchen.

“Well, you're fucking right,” she told her sister, both hands lifting up her panties.

“Woah! What was she doing in there?”

“Just rounding third... Shit... Fuck...” She shook her head while her hands groped beneath her skirt, trying to properly adjust the fabric. “My own fucking mother... Why the hell did you send me out there!?”

Joan had a hard time meeting her sister's eyes. In hindsight her plan was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. “At least we know now, and the shock seems to have sobered you up.”

“You think!? An experience like that would have sobered up Dionysus!”

“Who is Diony—”

“Does it really matter? FUCK!”

*written by FK