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But it was her blouse that Maisie and I both loved! It was an extremely crisp, cream-white silk number, but it was the plunging neckline that we loved. The buttons began well below her cleavage, the blouse devilishly plummeting down. Maisie and I knew she bought this for us, as we never saw her wear it in public. Yet. Of course, a bra would just take away from the ensemble, so she gladly forgone one.
We had all painted our toes with a glossy, deep-scarlet polish. I was a bit peeved that you couldn't see mine under my socks, but went with it, not complaining. After all...
We walked down to the end of the walkway, thin blankets, drinks and food in hand. We settled onto the wide, long sofa, almost a bed actually. I pulled a blanket over me, my toes wiggling about and peeking out from the edges. It was still early, say half nine, so the river was still a bit chilly. Still, I had my wives to keep me warm, hmm?
I opened my book and picked up at the unfinished chapter, lazily relaxing in the life we were slowly carving out for ourselves. Soon enough, Belle's phone 'pinged.' She had a message; her smile told me it was a good one!
"Uhh, Maisie? Would you give me a hand with something in the kitchen?" she asked, and took her hand, helping her off the comfy sofa.
"Can I...?" I asked, helpfully.
"We're fine, hun. We'll be right down," she said, cryptically.
What the...I thought. Perhaps my...surprise?
I went back to my book, eager to finish the chapter. After ten minutes or so, I heard, rather than saw, them coming down. I turned my head, their smiles, simply heavenly. And then I saw Maggie. My Maggie! God, she looked even more stunning in the morning light. Her red-auburn hair perfectly framed her delectable face, and her devastating smile killed me. She was wearing a short, little cream skirt, too! I dropped my book and ran to her, just about jumping into her arms. (being smaller, I could have pulled it off, but...) We looked at each and we melted into one another, our long, smouldering kiss saying things words could not. I felt hands on my shoulders, most likely Maisie's. It was as if my protests of yesterday were just that. Yesterday.
"How...why...what are you..." I began, too excited to string a sentence together.
"I...I missed you, Chloe," Mags sighed, and embraced me. I leaned my head to hers, smelling her fresh vanilla-scented hair. "I, well, we, thought we'd try this again, hmm?" she coyly smiled.
Shocked, I turned to my wives. "You're...sure?" I murmured to Maisie and Belle.
They fondly moved to Maggie and gently kissed her, first Belle and then Maisie.
"I'll take that for a 'yes'!" I giggled, and took Maggie's hand and walked her to the sofa.
"Really?" I smiled, and they both nodded yes.
"We couldn't let this pass, hen. You both need this. Now, once again, just one day, hmm? Let's see how this goes then decide later if we, uhm, allow anymore, okay?" Maisie benevolently smiled.
I pulled Mags to my shoulder, her head on mine. All was suddenly right in my world. Just...perfect.
Belle sat next to Maggie and Maisie sat on my side, as we all relaxed and cheerfully chatted, the conversation light and breezy. We all had a drink, and then playfully fed each other. My hands never left Mags, whether it was playing with her hair or touching the soft fabric of her blouse. Her hand, like yesterday, was on my uncovered thigh, but she made no attempt at a fumbled seduction. Maggie told me it was Maisie who had called last night, telling her what an eedjit I had been. We all laughed at the truth of that! Belle's fingers were on Maggie's shoulder, softly stroking and caressing her.
As I turned to kiss Maisie, thanking her for her kind gesture, Maggie turned and embraced Belle, their lips silently connecting. They looked beautiful together, so natural. Their fingers touched each other's faces, as if for the first time.
"You're stunning," Belle quietly breathed. "Simply...stunning. You're such a...little one. Just like your adorable sister."
I saw Maggie shiver at those two words, her eyes bright and alive. "It's you, Belle. You're the beautiful, elegant one here. God...my sister is so lucky!" she giggled.
"Hmmm. Well, luck had something to do with it. The rest has been hard work, hun. This...what we have, doesn't happen overnight. But your sister...and Maisie, are so worth it," she sighed, and they kissed again, Belle's hands on Maggie's head, playing with her hair.
"But it's Chloe that is amazing. Look at her Maggie. God...she's so incredible. She's yours, for today at least, okay?" Belle smiled.
Maggie turned her head back to me, as Maisie and I were still embracing, our kisses getting just a tad more frantic. I pulled away, as I felt fingers on me.
Maggie was gently stroking my choker, her eyes smiling with a knowing look.
"It suits you," she whispered, and kissed me. "Where's your lead?" she giggled."Any more surprises?"
"Oh...just a few," I laughed, as she took me again, her hands cupping my covered, small mounds. Well, that's another cat out of the bag, I thought!
"No, really, tell me about...this," she smiled, her fingers still toying with the decadent choker. "I...I love the pearls, Chloe. God, you look...astonishing," she gushed.
In for a penny, I thought and decided to tell Maggie about my unusual, or not so, little kink.
"Maisie and Belle bought it for me, for our ceremony, remember? I'm sure a few people noticed and probably guessed, but I didn't care. I'm so...proud of this," I grinned, my fingers playing with the exquisite saltwater, South Sea pearls.
"I belong to them. It's fairly straightforward, Maggie. When I wear these, they know I'm theirs...for whatever they want. It's not as kinky as you're thinking, okay? You see, in our relationship, I'm the V, the linchpin to us. I hold everything together. I do. Ask them. They'll tell you. But I simply adore giving myself to them. I love them and trust them. Just because I can be submissive doesn't mean I give up control, Mags. On the contrary, I have all the power...at times, 'kay? I love being their pet, their little one...even their baby-girl," I explained, my voice sure and calm and hoping Maggie wouldn't scamper away back home and tell our parents what a deviant their daughter was.
"Holy...fuck, Chloe! Gosh...I...I never knew," Maggie giggled, stumbling over her words. "Have you always, you know, been like this?"
"God, no! It's Maisie who brought it out of me...with plenty of help from Belle," I sniggered. "But let's not get hung up on that, 'kay? Today is about...you," I smiled, and squeezed her bare thigh.
"Soooo...as you're wearing this today, does that mean..." she began to ask, but her words trailed off.
"That's exactly what I mean, Maggie," I smiled, and leaned in, my tongue slipping so easily between hers. "I'm yours, too," I simply stated.
We pulled away, her face flushed and she whispered a muted, "Wow," and tried to compose herself.
"You sure you don't...have a lead" she shyly grinned.
We all laughed at her kinky idea.
"No, sweetie. We're not into puppy-play," I giggled. "Why? Are you?" testing another body of water.
"No...no...gosh, no. I...I was just wondering," she mumbled, her face reddening even more. Hmmm, I thought.
My heart felt lighter telling my little sister one of my darkest secrets. It wasn't told lightly, but I knew I could trust her no matter what. Her acceptance was another thing, but time would tell on that one!
"So...wanna touch it, again?" I smiled in anticipation.
Maggie wrapped her hand around my head and slowly brought my lips to hers. "I've waited years to touch you, Chloe...Like this," she sighed, and her tongue slipped between my lips, her finger flirting with my pearls.
We tentatively pulled away, our eyes on each other.
"They're...yours," I whispered, and pulled her head to my mouth, engulfing her sweet lips.
Belle and Maisie were seated next to us and were enraptured at what was playing out before them and surprised as fuck about my disclosure. But they trusted me and I knew they trusted my sister.
Maggie turned her body and kneeled before me and her hand was back on my thigh.
"So," I smirked. "Are you going to tell me more about your, uhm, dreams, Maggie? I guess I kinda cut that conversation short yesterday, didn't I" I chuckled.
"You sure did," she lovingly pouted. "Gosh...where do I begin?" she coyly sighed, her fingers moving to my buttoned-up blouse.
"Tell me your...dreams," I said, more sultrily, than I intended to. "Maybe I can help you to understand and get through them, hmm?" although there was no need for any pretence today.
"It's you...these...that I daydream about, Chloe," she excitedly breathed, but, I left her hand there, and she tenderly squeezed my inflamed breasts.
"My God," she moaned, her body shifting around. "You're...they're...perfect. Why do you think my besties all have small chests, hmm? Because of you, Chloe. I blame...you," she whispered and smiled, and coyly moved from kneeling and leaned over, her lips again hovering over mine.
Ohh, fuck...
"All my dreams of you are very...indecent...sis," she groaned, her sweet lips almost tasting mine. I could smell the sweetness of the peach she had eaten, my head swirling and light.
"I...I need to see you, Chloe. Touch you. Tell me it's okay to...touch you," her eyes ablaze, with her developing womanly lust. "Maisie said...you wanted to...touch me, hmm? Do you? Say it, Chloe. Just...tell me," she nearly whimpered.
"Ohhh, Maggie. C'mon. Let's just...slow down, hmm?" I sighed, but my eyes were on her heaving, fuller breasts, as she undid one of my buttons, then the next.
Maggie was still kneeling and undid another two buttons, and my hands doing nothing to stop her.
"Mags. Ohhh, darling. Can we just..." I half-heartedly moaned.
"There," she breathed deeply, "that's...that's what I need...to see," she grinned, totally ignoring my passive, yet, desperate pleas to go slow. Maggie grasped the edges of my blouse and slowly pulled them apart. My proud little mounds, still encased in my cotton bralette, were bared to her eyes.
Her fingers temptingly lay on my breasts, and her heat and desire spread across my chest.
As if in a deep trance, I unclasped my wispy bralette and opened it to her, my little nipples hard and excited now. I rubbed my hands over my small mounds, my legs shifting to and fro, and Maggie lurched, her body shaking and her sweet face writhing in her growing, sublime
agony. I was definitely going to hell.
Maggie kneeled there, her hand slowly slipping under her dress, as Maisie and Belle watched. I swear I could hear every breath but they said nothing.
"I'm...I'm going to...dream of you...right now," she sighed, her hand bunched up and lewdly bulging on her groin.
"Uuuuuuh," she quietly groaned, her head thrown back slightly, her wet lips parted and her eyes on my chest. "You're so...so...beautiful...uuuh...huuuh...you're so...oooooh, Chlo—I...I want you...oooooh...open...open your...dress...oooooh...my...sis—please..." she whined, her young pussy taking her fingers.
I had to help her, didn't I? I am her sister and she needed me, right?
She had leaned back and Belle was there for support, her arms around Maggie's waist and her head buried in Maggie's neck.
Maggie's face was a glowing cherry-red, her breath coming in short gasps, and her fingers sloshing around her just-mature pussy.
"Do you...yesssss...do you...dream...uhhhhhm...of...oooooh...me? Tell...tell me..." she whined, her hips slowly flicking back and forth, with one hand under her dress, shamelessly masturbating.
She lifted her spare arm and held it towards me, desperately trying to touch me. Touch her sister, as she had probably done countless times in her masturbatory 'dreams.' She couldn't quite reach me, so being the caring, loving sister that I was, I shifted around, lifting my feet from the ground and moving, so she was kneeling between them. I laid out on the wide outdoor sofa, my head supported by Maisie and my short skirt hiked up, my panties perfectly in sight.
Maisie gingerly played with my hair, as Maggie shamelessly toyed with my covered pussy, her fingers lightly tracing my indented labia. She didn't press or nudge, but just this simple, relaxing petting of my vagine.
Her body felt so good sitting between my legs. She looked at me timidly, but I had the distinct feeling that was for show. I had seen no shyness in her so far. Her hands played with the top of my socks, her fingers delving under the light, woollen material and her fingers digging into my flesh.
Well, this had taken a drastic turn. Quickly!
"Is this what you want, Maggie? Hmm?" I breathlessly asked. "Do you really want to see your big sister? Like...this?" I breathlessly asked, my hands fondling my breasts and knowing full well her answer. "Well, it's what I've wanted...for so long," I sighed, and pulled my excited nibs and spread my legs...for her. That final, momentous admission sealed my fate. And hers.
"Ohhhhh....Chloe...have...have you...rea—?" she cried, her near-tears of joy and disbelief forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Yes...I have, 'kay? There! I said it! Now...do it. Touch yourself, Maggie. God...you're so...just...just...darling," I murmured, and her little cries of near-fulfilment filled the air around us. "Every time you slipped into my bed, Maggie. God, I...I...wanted you."
She seemed to be choking on her desire, her fingers slushily filling her no doubt, but hopefully, sweet pussy.
"Is...is this what you want, sister-mine? Hmm? Do you want to cum on me, hmm?" I taunted, out of control, the words coming from my mouth unrecognisable. Stop it, Chloe! I thought, but I didn't listen to my better angels. "Show me, sweetie. Show me...your fingers," I rasped, any pretence or rebuking left far behind us.
Maisie had grasped my hair, gently tugging it, knowing the sharp pain would set me off. Her fingers crept along my neck and down my chest, nipping my erect bud and joining Maggie's fingers, as they fiddled with me. She slipped her finger between my lips and I sucked it, as Maggie continued to slowly frig herself.
Maggie took her hand from my breast, unfortunately, and lifted the hem of her dress. I stared where I knew I shouldn't, but God, I couldn't help myself. Her glazed eyes watched mine, as she fumbled around, her light-blue, cotton panties a deeper, darker colour now.
"So...beautiful," I sighed, encouraging her to go on.
"No...oooooh...you...huuuuuh...are," she cried, her fingers jabbing and thrusting into her little valley.
Belle's hands came around her and bunched her loose dress up, holding the loose fabric and exposing my sister to Maisie and me.
"There you go, Mags. Better, hmm?" she smiled, and kissed Maggie's neck.
"That's it, hun...you're...doing...so...good," I teased, her head thrown back, looking at the clouds now. "Cover me, Mags. Cover your...sister," I taunted, and she heaved and screamed, unconcerned about neighbours or the boatsmen on the river gliding by. "Cum, Maggie. Cum in your panties. Do it, sweetie....Cum for me. Cum for your...sister," I whispered, so fucking disappointed in myself.
Like the wanton slut I was, I spread my legs and Maggie's eyes bored in on my tight, smudged panties.
Maisie had moved next to Belle, placing the large bolster under my head, her hands now caressing Belle's breasts and her lips sucking on her perfumed neck. Belle had one hand holding Maggie's dress up but
was careful not to interrupt the connection we had just made.
How and why my fingers were not playing with my needy vagine, only God knew. I tweaked my nipples, rubbing and pulling them lasciviously, so close to soaking my panties even more.
"Ohhhhh, Mags," I moaned. "You look so...incredibly...beautiful."
"I'm...I'm...cumming...ungggggh...for...aaaaaah...you!" she cried, her face twisted in that beautiful agony, as she continued to shiver and quake, her body ready to fall on mine at any moment. Entranced, I watched as she gushily filled her panties, her breath ragged and fingers fucking her little adolescent pussy. Enthralled, I watched her hidden fingers abuse her little, teen-ish cunt.
Amidst her little cries, her head fell to her chest, her red-auburn hair covering her pretty face, as she jerked, as if current after streaming current of electricity was flowing through her.
"I...I...yesssss...ohhhh, Chloe...gaaaaawd...that's...just..." she squeaked, her fingers eventually slowing their rabid pace.
She lifted her head and I fell in love with her again, her face moist with sweat and now, a deep ruddy-red. She half-heartedly giggled and fell on me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her, swaddling her like the little girl she used to be. My baby sister had certainly grown up!
"Ohhh, my little Maggie. What are you like, hmm? Was it good? As good as you thought it was going to be? You're such a little...sister," I playfully whispered, swatting her arse and kissing her.
"For you...I am," she murmured, and attacked my lips, her wet fingers polishing my face with her juices. "I...I've never cum so hard, Chloe," she giggled, and held me tightly. "I...I just knew it would be good. God, sis, I do love you," she whispered, her breath warm on my face.
I grasped her hand and her face went almost ashen, as if I was finally going to stop this. But I lifted them, opened my mouth and sucked each finger clean, her scent tasting musky, but simply yummy. She began rubbing her pelvis on mine, her movements gentle, but steady.
Belle had leaned over, her head on Maggie's lower back and her fingers lightly frisking her hair.
I spread my legs, my body too eager to feel her pussy, even if we were chastely dressed. I held her warmly, pampering her hair, my fingers touching Belle's, and whispering 'I love yous' in her covered ear. I felt so alive, her breath returning to some semblance of normal now. Mags lifted her tired head, and we kissed, her lips so bloody warm and delicate. With no hesitation, my tongue slipped between hers, the die firmly cast now. We lay there, gently dry-humping each other, not concerned if anyone on the river was watching.
"Happy now, hmm?" I chuckled, our hips moving on each other.
"So much so, sis," she cackled, as she licked my face and then ran her still-moist fingers over my lips.
"Suck them, Chloe," she practically begged.
How could I say 'no' to my sister, hmm, and eagerly took the proffered fingers, Mags dallying with me like this was definitely not the first time she had donethis!
Belle had leaned down on Maggie, her lips tenderly kissing my sister's arse. Maisie held her hair back, watching every caring kiss, as Belle's hands caressed her almost-covered bum.
"C'mon, sweetie. Let's get a drink and clear up, 'kay? Then...we're going upstairs where I'm going to...make love to you, hmm?" I smirked, knowing I'd be getting an enthusiastic 'yes' from her. I
looked at Belle and she approvingly smiled.
"In a bit," Maggie smiled, kissed me and shifted off the sofa. Belle and Maisie gladly moved and Maggie stood at my side. "Take my panties off first, Chloe. Please. Don't think...just...do it, " she rasped, and lifted her dress.
"Chloe. Really. Let's just go upstairs. We can...I can take them off then, 'kay?" I asked, hopefully.
"No, Chloe. Now. Please...just.." she sighed, her eyes pleading.
Doe-eyed ingenue? I think not, I thought to myself!
