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"Susan? What are doing? Put down the food containers right now...This isn't your problem anymore remember..?" I said to her, stopping her in place to which she reluctantly sighed again and put down the empty plastic containers and empty potato-chip bags she'd started collecting.
"Come on, let's get up stairs and start packing some of your clothes, we can look for any small keep-sakes on the way out..." I went on, taking her by the hand and heading towards her staircase...
The house itself was normal, modest and with the usual stamp of a house-wife and Mom like Susan. Dotted with pictures in frames scattered here and there, throw rugs and cushions, the furniture nice enough.
Up in her bedroom I took it upon myself to find a bed sheet that I flicked open, laying out on top of the unmade bed. Susan looked at me curious...
"We can lay your clothes out on the sheet and then bundle it up and carry the whole thing at once..." I said to her showing her this little trick I picked along the way in my catering life as a quick way to gather and move a lot of used linen table clothes and napkins when stripping down tables at the end of a long night serving drunken wedding guests.
"And like Bev said, we don't need to grab everything, although I can see how you'd be tempted to try and take everything all at once but let's just get your essentials for now... Which one is your underwear drawer..?" I said to Susan reminding her that we are only to take the bare minimum for now, as she pointed then, showing where she keeps her 'unmentionable' - as a proper girl might say...
Walking over to the large dresser and opening the top drawer full of her panties and bras, all folded so nice and neat - and then pulling out the entire drawer, I dumped the contents onto the bed sheet, not so nice and neat...
Putting the drawer back and moving down to the next one and doing the same until all of her underclothes, socks, nighties and everything else clothing wise was dumped onto the bed sheet, then bundled, tied and put aside... We continued doing this, replacing each with a new sheet, ready to fill up again with the next load - which we found in her closet.
"Wow Susan, you have some really nice clothes... I guess with Mitch looking the other way you were free to spend his money huh..?" I said quizzing her in joking manner but I was starting to see that this might not be the best time or place for jokes like that...
I could see it was hurting her to be here, let alone having me drop sad thoughts of her husband's infidelity into her head, what with her already in a nostalgic state of mind, just in being here -and knowing she had to let go of this part of her life. I could see that it wasn't easy for her - even if she was rid of that bastard.
"Oh come here... I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that..." I said to her then hugging her to me as she looked to be on the verge of tears.
"It's aright... And you are right Heather..." Susan began, pulling away from me letting me know that she was okay - and even more so... She was pissed!
"He was too busy to see what I was spending - but you know what Heather? Fuck him... Fuck Mitch if he wants his boss's daughter, then she can have the lousy son of bitch... Good riddance to the both of them... Let's just get my clothes and get out of here..."
Taking a step back and letting her go, I watched Susan diving back into her closet and flinging shoes up my way, I was both surprised and impressed with her turn of attitude believing that she must have hit that threshold where someone decides for themselves that enough is enough.
She was finished with Mitch, she knew it now and gathering her meagre possession, albeit, some expensive possessions, like a stunning Gucci watch and two different genuine Louis Vuitten hand bags, it was a testament to her leaving this marriage and leaving Mitch. Heck, at this point I didn't even think she cared about getting the house back and maybe selling was the best option for the two of them...
But anyway, only time would tell with that outcome -whereas in the interim, Susan and I were soon looking at not one or even just two big bed sheets stuffed and tied up and in need of being carried next door... No, there were three of the bundles there in front of us...
"Okay... Now how do we get all of this out of here..?" Susan asked sounding a bit smart so I pulled her up on it...
"Now-now Miss fussy britches don't go getting snarky with me... We'll carry them out... Together..." I said then, smiling and really serious -and that's just what we did, Susan and I together, we struggled and fought with each bundle tied with a big knot at the top and looking like the Grinch himself had made them, stuffed with all the Christmas Joy in Whoville... Or in this case, Susan's clothing...
An hour or so later Susan was handing over her keys to the house, asking if Bev could hang on to them until all of this is behind them -and as for now, she didn't want to set foot in the place until after the divorce. I was happy with this and Bev didn't seem to mind either... In fact it had been a while since I'd had Bev over and I thought what better time to ask than now...
"I can't thank you enough Bev, for all that you're doing for Susan -and me... " I began as Bev and I stood at my front door, Susan at my side as I said that, adding in that Bev was also helping me as well in this situation, as if to say that Susan and I, we were a couple now.
Well, that's how I felt anyway and I think Susan did as well by the way she squeezed my hand while stood at my side and just slightly behind.
"Would... Would you like to come back for dinner tonight? I'm sure - I'm sure we'd both be happy to cook for you - please? Will you come..?" I said asking and I'm sure Susan was going to have questions for me again. Yeah she knew that Bev and I do have an old history but for as long as I live, I'll always be like this with her, walking on egg shells and worried that I'm pleasing her or not and left wanting her approval... It was just how I was conditioned being more or less raised by my older sister Bev.
"Do you know what?" Bev began, looking like she was thinking of something.
"I think I would like that... And besides, I think it's been far too long since you and I had a serious discussion..." Bev began as she turned for the door, stopped and then turned to face us both once again...
"And I think with this current situation, along with whatever you're planning on preparing for me, you'll also be prepared 'for me' won't you dear sister..?" Bev came back saying, accepting our invitation and also, eluding to something else... It was a veiled threat that to me meant that we had better be ready, or 'prepared' for something that I was all too familiar...
I quivered inside and felt my pussy dampen when conceding and agreeing that yes, the two of us, we would be ready... We would be 'prepared'...
***
"What? What was all that about..? Susan questioned me as I suspected she would, I just thought I'd at least get the door closed first but no, she was on me right away... I had to think for a second because I knew what Bev was saying, I just wasn't sure how to tell Susan, not just then anyways...
"Ahh... I'll tell you later but I'm sure you can figure out most of it on your own... Let's just say that we 'might' be in a bit of hot water with her about how we've been behaving..." Was all that I said as then tried to wrestle one of the bed sheet bundles closer to the stairs.
"Just leave them here Heather, I can move them all in smaller bundles myself, you don't have to do anymore now that we have it all over here - and...and I'm sorry if I have you in any trouble with Beverley... I mean Ms. Wallace..." Susan said then, making sense that she could indeed take care of this on her own and smiling to her, I dropped the bundle and made my way up the stairs where I needed to change anyway. I had an afternoon meeting and it was getting closer to that time.
"You're right, you can see to this... And also, do that too... Keep calling her 'Ms. Wallace' when she's here tonight, and I think I should be doing the same. She really put herself out there for us and trust me; we don't want to be annoying her at all if we can avoid it..." I said to Susan as a caution and warning that we'd both had better be on our best behaviour later that evening when Bev - I mean when 'Ms. Wallace' comes back...
"There's space in the walk-in and the third dresser is mostly empty... I'm going change for my meeting, I won't be gone more than a couple of hours, then you and I can go find something for 'you' to cook for my sister's dinner... I'm useless in the kitchen by the way so, while I'm gone, maybe you can think of something, she likes everything, meaning she may be a feminist but she's not a Vegan, so..." I went on as climbed the stairs leaving Susan to her, bundles but then stopping at the top I tuned to her adding...
"Oh and don't worry about getting me in trouble Suzy-Q... I'm sure that you'll be going over her knee just as soon as she's finished making an example of me with you there watching..." I added, winking and then disappearing into my bedroom leaving Susan to think about that...
I mean, she did say that she wouldn't mind going over my older and very dominant sister's knee, so all I was telling her was that her wish just might come true... If she 'didn't' play her cards right...
***
Returning a few hours later, at around 3p.m I was surprised to enter my house and to be hit with such a lovely smell of something being home-cooked in my kitchen. As I had said to Susan, I'm useless when it comes to cooking, so to come in and smell what had to be a chicken roasting in the oven, it was indeed an unexpected surprise...
"Well! Haven't you been a busy little bee! I thought you and I would go out shopping -but it looks like you have everything well in hand... I'm impressed!" I said then as I stepped into the kitchen to find Susan busying herself away, dressed in just her short robe again the front hanging half open exposing a good deal of her lovely, creamy white tits and of course those irresistible nipples of hers popping out as she moved.
"Oh hi..! I didn't hear you come in... And Yeah! I found everything I needed right here... Except for the vegetables, those I had to sneak back next door and pluck from my garden, I hope you like carrots and string beans because that's all that I had that was ready enough to eat..." Susan asked as she stopped what she was doing at the sink and came over to me, kissing me gently on the lips like any wife would greet her husband, or I guess I should say 'partner' in our case... It was cute though, and I did love it.
"Wow! Yeah, sure... This is great Susan... Now I can go up and shower, take my time and get myself ready for Bev... She text me a while ago saying that she'll be her at around 5p.m so that gives us a little time... Did you want to come up and wash my back for me..?" I replied to Susan, telling her how impressed I was with her efforts and also, inviting her to join me again in the shower.
"Ummm yeah, okay..! I'll be right up behind you; I just have to turn the over down a little... God knows I don't want to serve your sister Ummm... 'Ms. Wallace' an over cooked bird..!" Susan answered smiling as I then made my way up ahead of her.
Having Susan in the shower with me, we didn't go through any rituals or rites that saw her being anointed with my pee... No, this time all we did was slip and slide around soaping each other's skin in a softer, more even-sided affair of just loving where we were and what we were doing. Being close... wet and sensual... Intimate.
Stepping out though, things took a slightly different turn with Susan going for a big bath sheet to wrap me in and then tending to my needs in taking a second towel to lovingly dry my hair for me.
I swear, this woman was already a full trained submissive, and I'll say it again - this was the only thing I would ever thank Mitch for doing, conditioning her to be this way... However the big difference between Mitch and me is that I actually care about Susan... As my submissive or otherwise...
"Ummm... I think Bev is going to want to know 'everything' that you and I have been up to, including how you're so good at serving, so I think Suzy-Q, it's back into your house uniform for the evening..." I said to her then, using my pet name for her to illustrate my point.
"Oh - Okay... Miss - if - if you say so..." Susan replied stuttering somewhat but still, readily agreeing in her tone and also calling me Miss - her own little pet name for me...
"Do..? Do you want me to wear the shelf bra too?" She asked unsure and probably hoping I'd let her wear one of her own. I was curious about her lingerie choices and I did see a sealed carry-all on a hanger that she seemed to take great care in moving, I though it was maybe her wedding dress but as she asked me about the very revealing 'half-bra' I'd purchased for her, she stepped over to the walk-in and came back out with this same hanging carry-all.
"Why do you ask baby..? What do you have there? Something pretty to show me..?" I said to her stepping over and joining her as she laid out the garment bag and pulled down the zipper.
"Well... You remember how I said you were right about Mitch not knowing or caring about what I spend..?" Susan asked then as she slipped several hangars out for the garment bag, not just the one and Wow! Was I ever surprised with what she had hidden away in that zippered carry-all...
"Susan, these are gorgeous..!" I said to her with my mouth hanging open as she I took from her one of the items which was a stunning, bone white underwire Basque, lined with delicate lace ribbing and large, formed cups to hold her big beautiful breast, I was honestly left breathless it was so pretty, feminine and so - so fucking sexy!
"You have to wear this... Tonight -and what else do you have..? Oh! Oh yes, this too, you have to wear the garter and do you have matching stocking as well..? If not I have some new ones, they're not white but..." I stammered out thinking about seeing her dressed up in the stunning lingerie she was showing me, with an array of different items all high quality, Susan just smiled at me; knowing that she'd made me happy.
"Can I..? Can I really wear my Basque? I've never worn it for anyone... Any of this stuff..." Susan said then as I looked at her, seeing a certain sadness but then with my telling her to wear the lingerie, I also watched it fade away, her melancholy replaced with a bright eyes and toothy-white smile.
"Yes! Of course you can wear it! And anything else you have like this... You never stop surprising me Susan... You're way more of a she-devil than you let on..." I said to her winking and letting her know that I was absolutely okay with her wearing any of these sexy clothes, and especially so with Bev going to be here.
As I've mentioned several times about my older sister, she is a confirmed lesbian and a she's a staunch supporter of the feminist movement, centering her law practice around such cases like Susan's where she very good at parting men from their belongings after they have acted as Mitch has... Like all stupid men do when the cheat and think they can get away with it...
However, on that note and as I've also mentioned, Bev and I do have a past that isn't what most would consider to be 'sisterly'... Yes she had spanked my bum a time or two but there are other things that I hadn't alluded to, things I hadn't mentioned... Things that had only happened between Bev and myself after I had come back from living in the dorms at college.
Watching Susan putting on the white matching stockings, she had to accompany the rest of her stunning lingerie. I bit my lip as she was smoothing them up her long, luxurious legs one at a time; it was like seeing the sexiest double feature on earth as she first put on one, then the other stocking.
I stood there clinging to my towel with my hair still wet and my pussy feeling even wetter as I watched, continuing to bite at my lip, as I always seem to do once that erogenous switch has been thrown in my head, when I'm turned on and feeling my pulse quicken as my breath is taken away, it's a natural instinct of mine that's like a self defence mechanism, my trying to hide yet this 'tell' it would always give me away...
Helping her into the tight looking full figured Basque, with its laces loosened at the back, Susan and I had her into the super-sexy, delicate looking garment, her tits although not left open with her nipples displayed and available, her big 38-inch tits however, they did look stunning, plied up high and looking ready to burst free form the open, strapless undergarment.
And my God she looked stunning!
Smiling to me and looking a little bit red in the cheeks, Susan then slipped into the tight black micro-mini I had bought for her as part of her house-uniform, forgoing any panties, which I said nothing about because I loved the idea of knowing that her beautiful, pink and mature pussy was left uncovered under the tiny, over-stretched micro-mini.
Watching her still, I almost felt embarrassed for gawking at her so much as she dressed, which I had never realized was just as sexy instead of it being the other way around - while watching her undress... Anyway, I had to distract myself and get busy dressing, putting on my own clothes before Bev's imminent arrival...
Running a brush though my hair and leaving it loose for the time being, I had wanted to dress casual but knowing Bev was coming, and from how she had been talking about being 'prepared' for her, I thought it wise if I too wore a skirt like Susan instead of jeans or even dress slacks.
I knew Bev liked the smart-put-together look so that's what I went for wearing a mid-thigh pleated, light grey coloured wool skirt, and to add my own sexy little touch, I found a pair of matching grey knee-socks that I knew I had stuffed in a drawer.
Together and with a simple bra of my own, delicate and lacy, worn more so to look pretty rather than to hold up my smaller tits, I also added a solid white, button down blouse that had little fan-fare about it other than the wide collar and cuffs, and with a light scarf around my neck, it gave me an overall look of a school girl, or maybe an Annie Hall if you're old enough to know who that is...
Either way, I thought I looked cute and while I was putting on my make-up, which I kept light as well, I chose to add a hair-come to my loose locks, sliding the thin black plastic hoop into place, pushing my bangs back and giving me what I hoped was an much younger appeal... Nothing slutty, just fresh faced and looking 'pretty' for my older sister...
As for Susan? What could I say other than "Oh-la-la..!" she looked stunning and yes, much sluttier than me that was for sure... Dressed now and with her hair pulled back, her make-up looking darker around her eyes, yet with a bright blue eye shadow, she once again had me guessing just who she really was...
I mean really..? Was she a demure, sedate and submissive house-wife? Or was she this incredibly sexy vixen next door who only came out during a full moon - or something like that? Because from head to toes she dripped sexy, my gorgeous, 6-ft tall neighbour in her high heels.
She looked absolutely darling if you asked me... With her little lacy black and white hair-come of her own, the one I'd given her as an accessory that completed her look as my slutty-maid, and her eyes looking dark, I couldn't help but whisper a sexy 'Wow' as looked her up and down.
Her Basque looked incredible, seen through her white chiffon blouse, I had to admit, she looked far more alluring and mysterious in that stunning undergarment than she did in the half-bra I had her wearing the day before.
