Our House

She felt the material shift and move to cover her body. She could feel it under the dress, silken panties slithering over her pussy now, and she whimpered softly as she felt those same caresses once more. The dress rubbed at her nipples, even when she wasn't moving at all, and it was getting harder and harder not to move under the fondling touch of the living silk.

The scent of sandalwood filled the air around Kit now, and it made her swoon like before. But it smelled good. It seemed to fill her nostrils, seep into her lungs, caress her inside like the dress caressed her body. Oh, God, if this was how Sara felt, no wonder she kept smiling all the time.

She had difficulty keeping her eyes open now. The haze of pleasure sent her into vague, drifting climaxes, one after the other, and she felt herself go away into a world of warm, wet lust for longer and longer. She wasn't even sure when she noticed the pearl bracelet on her wrist, let alone how it got there. She felt like she was on the edge of something wonderful and terrifying, and the silk just wouldn't let up, she felt it all the way up inside her pussy now, like a second skin covering the inside of her cunt, tickling and teasing and rubbing and fucking and fucking and fucking and cumming and cumming and cumming and--

She stood up from the bench. Her violet eyes opened. She began walking.

*****

She walked to the mansion on the hill without a single wrong turning, like a homing pigeon returning to its roost. She opened the door. There was no need for a key. They had been provided for.

Her sisters waited for her in the foyer, all of them. Kit felt their love, felt her own reaching out to them. They spoke, not quite in unison but all with the same voice.

"Welcome home, sister," they said. "You're always welcome at our house."

Kit closed the door behind her forever.

THE END