Sisterhood - Initiation Ch. 11

On the other side of the door, Leah was immediately surprised to find herself standing right in front of Lena and Emmie. They were both caught in the middle of turning away, Emmie already skipping back from the door, giggling. Lena turned to do the same, but then twisted in a moment of indecision as she seemed to change her mind and turn back to face Leah. Doing so, her elbow knocked against the bottle of wine in Leah's hand, part upending it and throwing a cold splash against the side of Leah's body and her stomach, soaking through the gown.

"Oh! No, I'm so sorry!" Lena exclaimed. She moved swiftly to grab the bottle and twist it back upright, then took her hand to Leah's wrist to steady it.

"Oh no, don't worry. It's me. I should have..." Leah's counter-apology trailed off. Instinctively she wanted to deflect, to excuse herself, but was unsure for what exactly.

"Here, let me take those," Lena took the glasses from Leah's other hand, and then took the bottle as well. She looked down, "Did I spill it on you?"

"Only a bit," Leah replied. She could feel a cool, clinging dampness spreading slowly across the fabric of the gown over her stomach. "But well,, it's..."

"Yvonne's gown. I see," Lena finished. "Well, no harm done then."

Leah looked Lena properly in the eye for the first moment since entering the room. A faint hint of sheepishness seemed to fade quickly from Lena's face and was replaced by a familiar subdued smile. "I shouldn't have just barged in," Leah said.

"No, no, not your fault." Lena nodded towards Emmie, who was standing a few paces behind, one hand at her mouth still giggling, "Emmie and I let our curiosity get the better of us for a moment."

"Oh," Leah too laughed.

"But there is perhaps someone who has a little explaining to do," Lena looked sternly at the door behind Leah.

"She's, um," Leah began, "Just..."

"Indeed," Lena interrupted. She set the glasses and the bottle on the top of a wooden cabinet beside the door, then put her hand to the doorknob and pulled it slightly ajar, "You two sit down and serve yourselves a glass if you'd like. I won't be a moment."

"Thanks," Leah replied feebly, relieved to see the first of her tasks already accomplished.

"And..." Lena looked back at Leah knowingly as she slipped through the door, "If you like, you might tell dear Emmie here a little about your evening so far."

"My evening?" Leah asked.

"Only if you'd like." Lena stepped out of view and the door closed behind her.

"So have you had a nice time then?" said Emmie. Leah looked over to where the other girl was standing, holding on to one of the bedposts, her other hand on her hip.

"Oh," Leah stepped forward. She was unsure what to say. Lena's words, though a little oblique, seemed clearly enough to have been Yvonne's suggestion regarding Emmie. "Yes. I suppose I've been having a great time, really."

"It's really nice here, isn't it?" Emmie's voice was high-pitched, girlish. Her tone and her expression seemed at once aloof, even defiant, but cheerfully so, as if she wasn't taking herself completely seriously. As she spoke her lips were curled into a faint smile and she held her head tilted a little upwards, in a cutesy caricature of disdain.

Leah felt very unsure of herself. It seemed that it was expected of her that she impart some of her experience, or take the lead in some way, yet she hated being in a position of responsibility. "Would you like a glass of wine perhaps?" she asked.

"Yes. Let's have one together," Emmie enthused. She sat down and flopped gaily backwards into the loose softness of the bedsheets, lifting her arms above her head. Her huge breasts, held against her chest by the tight neckline of her dress, flattened and shook as she fell backwards, sloshing back and forth. She patted the bed beside her, "Come and sit with me."

Leah turned and poured out two glasses on the top of the cabinet. Not concentrating too much on what she was doing, she poured them almost up to the brim. With her hands full she was unable to hold up the hem of the gown, so she walked with extreme slow care towards the bed. She held out a glass to Emmie, "Here you go."

Emmie sat up sharply, stuffing her hands inside the neckline of her dress to pull it up and jostle her breasts back into place before taking the glass, "Thanks."

"Cheers," Leah laughed nervously as she sat down. She raised her glass and clinked it carefully against Emmie's before they both took a deep sip. The wine was still cool, and it spread a soothing chill through Leah's body as it trickled down her throat, followed by a flush of relaxation that seeped into the muscles of her limbs and of her insides, untensing.

"Nice," Emmie gasped, and took another sip. "So, what have you been up to so far?"

"Well, I mean, you've seen this place. It's amazing," Leah looked up at the ceiling.

"It's beautiful," Emmie concurred, following Leah's gaze.

"And they're really great hostesses," Leah continued.

"Right," Emmie tilted her head to the side to look at Leah, "By the sound of it really great."

"By the sound of it?" Leah turned to meet Emmie's gaze, "How do you mean?"

Emmie's hand darted to Leah's wrist, suddenly gripped it tight, "What was she doing to you in there?" Emmie's eyes were alight with excitement.

"What was she doing to me?" Leah echoed.

"That other girl," Emmie spoke under her breath, whispering with girlish excitement, "To make you moan and groan like that?"

Leah's cheeks flushed hot with a blush, "You could hear that?"

"It was you, wasn't it?" Emmie asked, letting go of Leah's wrist, "Making most of the noise?"

Even just thinking of it, remembering the sensation of Yvonne's dick pressed deep inside her pussy, then stuffed in her throat, Leah felt a fresh throb of desire. Without thinking, she clasped one hand to her breast, clutched it for comfort where her nipple was still slightly sore from being pinched. "Yeah," she answered.

"You're a bit shy to talk about it, right?"

"Oh. Oh no, no, I don't mind," Leah pulled herself from her reverie.

"It's okay," Emmie raised her glass, "Cheers."

"Cheers," Leah likewise raised her glass to her lips for another cool sip.

After taking a drink, Emmie bent forward and set her glass carefully down on the floor beside the bed. "Should we get undressed?"

"Oh," Leah giggled nervously.

Emmie was already peeling her long tight dress up over her thighs. She bounced once on the bed to lift up her backside long enough to pull the dress up and under it, then inched it up over her hips. "Will they like that do you think?" she asked, "If we're naked when they come back in?"

"Oh I think so," Leah leaned over the side of the bed to set her own glass down. She began unbuttoning her gown, then paused to watch as Emmie lifted the dress up over her head.

Emmie grunted as she pulled at the hem of the dress, "This is always the hardest part." As she tugged, the tight fabric rolled slowly up her waist, disgorging each crease of her soft stomach with a brief, firm shake.

"Let me help you," Leah reached over and took hold of the fold of the dress where it sat just below Emmie's chest. She slipped her fingers under it and pulled firmly upward, inching the tight band of rolled fabric over the huge, heavy bulge of Emmie's bust. About a third of the way over, one breast slowly sank and spilled out. The dress now sitting a little looser, the second was easier to free, and it flopped out with a slap against Emmie's stomach.

"Oof, thanks," Emmie struggled the dress up over her arms and head and threw it to the floor, then brushed her hair from her eyes.

"Wow," Leah couldn't help but exclaim as she took in the full, free bulk of Emmie's breasts. Considering their apparent weight, they were surprisingly firm. Though they slouched down her chest as far as the top of her stomach, they held something of their round, plump shape. Her nipples, relatively small, buttonlike, pointed neatly forwards.

"I know," Emmie seemed for the first time a little embarrassed or self-conscious, "Looks a bit ridiculous like this. But it's a hell of a lot more comfortable."

"You have a great body," said Leah. She turned back to her gown and finished unbuttoning it, spilling her own chest free then shrugging the gown off her shoulders onto the bed behind her.

"Thanks. I don't know about this though," Emmie sat up and clutched the slight bulge of her stomach in her hands.

The skin of Emmie's body was smooth and pale. She was hardly fat, perhaps just a little chubby. But it seemed mostly to be the sheer weight of her breasts from above that caused her soft stomach to crease up into rolls.

"You look great," Leah said, "I think they like curvy girls anyway."

"I hope so," Emmie giggled.

"Yvonne says she likes my ass," Leah ventured, testing an opportunity to up the stakes a little.

"Let's see it," Emmie said excitedly. She turned to pull one leg up onto the bed and face Leah.

Leah stood and turned, laughing, "There you go. My big backside."

Emmie put her hands on Leah's buttocks, gave them a shake, "Yvonne is the one you were with just now, right?"

"Yes," Leah replied.

"She's very pretty."

"Thanks," said Leah, turning back round to face Emmie.

"She must really like you a lot to have shown you such a great time." Emmie stretched out on her side on the bed, her breasts spilled out in front of her, one on top of the other, "Maybe, if it's too embarrassing to tell me, you could show me what she did to you instead?

"Okay," Leah giggled. She bent to unstrap her heels, shook them off and climbed up onto the bed. She lay herself down on her front just next to Emmie. "But, ah..."

"It's okay if you don't want to do that either," Emmie put her hand on Leah's shoulders and caressed her skin with her fingertips.

"No, I do," Leah shuffled closer to Emmie, "But, well, I should tell you something."

"Okay," Emmie turned onto her back, one breast sloughing slowly across to the other side of her chest. She spread her legs, "Do you want to come here?"

Leah crawled over to lay herself on top of Emmie. Emmie's skin felt soft and clean. Around Emmie's pussy was a neat short crop of black hair, which brushed against the skin of Leah's thigh as they twined their legs together. Leah pressed her own pussy against Emmie's thigh and leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips. "Do you also...?" Leah struggled to find some way of putting it that was neither too blunt nor too obscure, "I mean, do you like sometimes to put something in you? Or if someone puts something in?"

"Like in my ass, you mean?" Emmie asked.

"Well that's one possibility. But I mean just in general, in any of your, um, holes," Leah burst into a sudden giggle at how ridiculous she sounded.

Emmie laughed, "Well I sometimes fuck myself if that's what you mean. Don't you?"

"Yeah, of course. Well, but..." Leah pressed on, "The other girls, Yvonne, and Lena I mean, they can do that to you." She waited for a moment but Emmie made no reply, so she went on, "It's what Yvonne did to me just now." There was still no reply, but Emmie looked at her with a curious smile, "In my mouth too."

"Like with a dildo you mean?" said Emmie finally.

"No, better."

"They have dicks?" Emmie gasped, eyes wide.

"Yes," answered Leah, relieved not to have to say it herself.

"I knew it!" Emmie exclaimed.

"You knew?" Leah was intrigued. Since her first encounter, with Annika, she had thought back a few times, wondered whether she had herself noticed something at some point before they had undressed together, but she felt pretty sure that she had not. "How did you know?"

"I mean, I didn't know. But just, I was wondering. I was dancing with this one girl, another one, earlier," Emmie replied, "And then when I heard you in the next room I wondered what was going on. It sounded like, you know, you were really...," she gave a loud, shrill laugh, "... getting something put in you, as you phrased it."

Leah laughed, still relieved to have broken the ice, "Well I was."

"What's it like?" Emmie asked. She was gently rubbing herself against Leah's leg.

"It's really amazing," Leah enthused, giggling some more, "Well, you heard."

"And the other one, Lena? Did she give it to you as well?"

"Yes," Leah replied, a swell of pride in her chest.

"Was it good?"

"Yes, she's also really good," Leah thought back to her time with Lena, earlier on the same bed where she and Emmie now lay, and in the shower afterwards, "But different. Gentler, I guess."

Emmie reached up to put her arms around Leah's neck, closed in for another kiss, then stopped, "What's that? Do you hear that?"

"What?" Leah lifted her head, listened. There was a faint, girlish shriek, followed by a muffled groaning, coming it seemed from the adjacent dining room where she and Yvonne had just been.

"Do they fuck each other as well?" Emmie asked.

There followed the sound of grunting, more groaning, and something rhythmic that was perhaps the rapid slapping sound of two bodies bouncing against each other with force. Leah was mindful of what Yvonne had told her earlier, though still somewhat doubtful of its authenticity. "I don't know. Maybe," she equivocated.

"Oh wow!" Emmie's voice was a sharp squeal of excitement, "Do you think they'll still want to do it to me?"

"Oh for sure," Leah laughed and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, "They've been talking about doing it to you ever since they saw you."

"Let's fuck while we're waiting for them to finish," Emmie turned slightly to her side and lifted one leg up against her body, "And you can tell me more."

Surprised by Emmie's sudden directness, Leah felt a flush of arousal, as if in sympathy with Emmie's own excitement. She sat up straight and straddled Emmie, spreading her legs to push their pussies firmly against each other. "So what do you want to know?"

"Well, now that I know the big secret, what did Yvonne do to you then?"

Leah's pussy already ached to be filled again. The beat of her heart was slowly quickening and her body warming with anticipation. Pressing herself against Emmie offered some relief, but it was curiously unsatisfying, almost frustrating. She began to rock her hips to rub herself back and forth. "Well, we did it on the table first. Missionary position I guess," Leah said, stifling a nervous giggle, "I think she already made me come a couple of times like that."

"Go on," Emmie gave a short grunt of exertion, shifting her body a little to spread her legs wider.

"Then she, um, I guess she, well, she sort of fucked me in the face," Leah couldn't help but close her eyes and moan softly as she recalled that surprising, sweet blend of discomfort and pleasure, the joy of total submission to Yvonne. "And, uh, even that made me come too."

"You came just from being fucked in the face?" Emmie said.

"Yeah," Leah laughed to herself, "That's how good they are I guess."

"And Lena? Did she do that to you as well?"

"No," Leah ground her hips a little more firmly, trying to spread open the outer folds of her pussy against Emmie's, which she could feel had begun to moisten, "I suppose I might have let her if she'd wanted. But I just, uh, sucked her a bit."

"How many of them have you done it with? Any others?" Each of Emmie's questions followed eagerly the moment Leah had answered the last.

Leah realized she had to think about it for a moment, and enumerate each of her encounters. She was concentrating instead on trying to pleasure herself. She lifted Emmie's leg outstretched, taking it by the ankle and hugging it against the front of her body, "Just one other. Annika. The one Yvonne and I were with when we met you outside on the terrace just now."

"Oh yeah. She's really pretty," Emmie replied. She tossed her head back and groaned, giving the first clear sign of enjoyment.

Leah wondered, "Where did she go? Annika? Did you see?"

Emmie looked up. Her face was flushed. "There was another girl, down on the lawn, I think. She came up to get her."

"Oh good," Leah was relieved. She found that she felt a certain sympathy for Annika, for her shyness, and for her awkward, innocent approach to seduction. It was discomforting to think that she might simply have had to wander off on her own. "Did you see who it was?"

"Who?" Emmie gave another quiet groan, taking hold of Leah's waist.

"The girl she went with?"

"Oh no, not really," Emmie pursed her lips, seemed to think about it, "Dark hair, in a ponytail. Glasses I think."

Behind her, Leah heard a voice call out, "Well, this is a very pleasant surprise."

"Oh!" Instinctively, Leah cried out. She let go of Emmie's leg and swung herself quickly off to sit down on the bed, scrabbling for her gown, then immediately felt rather foolish for doing so.

"Please, don't let me interrupt," Lena was standing in front of the door to the dining room, which was almost closed but for a sliver of space between the door and the frame. She looked slightly ruffled, but was fully dressed. She was holding a small black hairband in her teeth and had two hands behind her head gathering her hair to pull it back into a tight ponytail. "You two are an exquisitely beautiful sight."

"Oh, thanks," Leah flustered. She didn't know why it felt somehow more embarrassing than otherwise for Lena to be watching her with another non-Sisterhood girl. "We were just..."

"I see," Lena smiled, slipping the hairband into place then smoothing down her dress.

Emmie sat up. "Just passing the time," she laughed a girlish, simpering laugh.

"Passing the time until...?" Lena arched one eyebrow.

"Um, until you come and complete Emmie's... initiation?" Leah ventured nervously, her tone rising as if to prompt for confirmation she hadn't said anything untoward.

"Excellent," Lena's face lit up with a smile. She turned to the wooden cabinet beside the door, then took the remaining wine glass in her hand, "May I?"

"Of course," Leah replied, relieved. She waved her hand at the bottle, "It's for you. The glass I mean, I brought it for you."

"Indeed," Lena poured herself a glass half full. She took a deep drink, craning her slender neck back to tilt her head and almost drain the glass. "Good stuff," she gave a gasp of appreciation and set the glass carefully back down.

Leah wanted to do something other than just lie back down on the bed, and wanted also somehow to assert her role as the more experienced one, already comfortable and familiar with the Sisterhood girls. She shuffled to the edge of the bed and reached down to retrieve her own glass. She raised it to Lena, "Cheers."

"Cheers," Lena replied with a smile, finishing off the last swig from her glass. "Now, Yvonne will be with us very shortly," she turned her head back to the door and called out, louder, "Won't you Yvonne?" There was the sound of somebody moving, perhaps even a faint groan, but no reply. "For now, may I perhaps join you both?" Lena stepped towards the bed.

"Of course," Leah replied quickly, standing up. She felt a renewed flush of nervous excitement as Lena strode over to her and embraced her. Leah felt with a shiver the silky, embroidered fabric of Lena's dress against the bare skin of her breasts and stomach. She opened her mouth for a kiss, and put her arms about Lena's neck, then sat back down on the bed to pull Lena towards her by the hips.

"Lovely to see you again," Lena purred, pulling back from Leah's embrace. She reached behind her neck to unclasp the back of her dress, then held her arms in front of her to let it fall off, baring her firm, plump breasts.

Lena stood up and pulled the dress down over her waist, and Leah reached out as soon as Lena's dick sprang free, already stiffening. She took hold of it and brought it to her mouth. "Mmm," she murmured, caressing it with her lips, "Likewise."