Tiffany took a peek in at the girls room, the pixie like Amy was busy between Felicity's slim pale legs, Felicity moaned in pleasure and hearing her breathless gasps was a turn on.
Tiffany stood at the bedroom door and watched as Felicity writhed on the bed, her long rosy gold hair fanned out on the pillow as she bite down on her lower lip, her eyes were closed, hiding her bright blue eyes.
While Amy's face was buried between Flicks thighs, licking and lapping away in hungry ecstasy as her naked rear wiggled in the air happily. Tiffany was tempted to join in, she knew she would be welcome, but as tempting as Amy's glistening wet pussy looked as it wiggled around, she had other plans.
With a smile, Tiffany turned away and walked towards her own room, leaving her younger half-sister and Amy to enjoy themselves.
Her room was the largest in the house, the walk-in closet was practically a room in its own right, with enough clothes to start a shop. She dropped the towel she was wearing to the floor and stood in front of the full length mirror, picking up a hair brush, she pondered what to wear as she brushed her long Hazelnut brown hair.
Tiffany was tall, five-foot nine inches in height, slim, with small hips and breasts, she looked like a model and clothes hung well on her, always looking like she had just stepped out of some magazine.
She admired her own body as she put on her makeup, she liked what she saw and was well aware of the impact she had on the opposite sex and quite a few women too.
Her breasts were perky and full despite their small size, with dark brown nipples and areolas, they bounced slightly as she brushed blusher over her high cheek bones, nearly done, she dabbed a little perfume behind her ears and then rubbed a small smear of it along the tops of her inner thighs, as always she was tempted to finger herself and play with her clit, her shaved pussy craved attention, it seemed to be hungry all the time lately.
Instead she wagged a finger at her refection, telling herself off for being greedy.
It was still early, she had plenty of time as it was the weekend, so she didn't rush to pick out what she would wear. Slowly she flicked through her racks of tops, finally settling on a spaghetti strapped tank in pale yellow, she pulled it on and took a look at her reflection, she nodded in satisfaction, the dark areolas of her nipples showed through the top, not too much, just a hint, which was perfect.
Next she slipped on a pair of sheer lacy white knickers that had small yellow ribbons on the sides, her fully shaved slit almost completely visible through the patterned panties.
She had to wiggle quite a bit to pull on the tight faded blue jeans, they moulded to her body like a second skin, the seam pulled tight against her pussy lips and parted them slightly before running up her ass in such a way that nothing was left to the imagination as to her shape.
She grinned at herself in the mirror, she looked hot and knew it, the camel toe that formed between her thighs wasn't overly obvious, but was clear, while her thigh gap showed nicely and her long shapely legs were displayed to her liking.
Tiffany finished her ensemble with a pair of D&G stilettos that took her five nine to a towering six foot one.
She blew her reflection a kiss and turned on her heel, there was no carpet in her room as she preferred polished wooden floors, her heels clicked loudly as she walked out and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Tiffany must have taken longer than she thought to get dressed and ready, Felicity and Amy were already in the kitchen, Amy's tiny blonde frame was perched on one of the bar stools as she nibbled on a piece of toast, while Felicity was pouring herself a large cup of steaming coffee.
"Good morning Tiffy, want one?" said Felicity with a cheerful smile as she indicated her cup of coffee.
Tiffany nodded as she took a seat next to Amy, leaning in and giving her a good morning kiss on the lips as she casually fondled the naked girls breast and playfully tweaked one of her large puffy nipples.
Amy giggled and squirmed on her stool as Tiffany continued to brush her thumb over the now erect nipple, Tiffy had a light touch that was slightly ticklish on her bare skin.
At first Amy had been self-conscious about being naked all the time, but over time she had become used to it and was now perfectly happy to be naked in their presence. Still, she looked forward to the day when she would be given the right to wear clothes again.
Tiffany stopped her teasing as Felicity handed her a cup of the steaming black liquid, she blew on it a little before taking a sip of the deliciously strong coffee.
Felicity took a sip of her own coffee and then casually said she was going to spend the day with her boyfriend, Tiffany didn't miss the small flash of annoyance that flickered over Amy's face, the young blonde didn't like Trevor and found it hard hiding the fact she was jealous of the time Felicity spent with him.
Tiffany would normally have let it go, but as she herself was planning on going out, it wouldn't be fair to leave Amy all on her own for the whole day.
Felicity had a lot of leeway in her life, unlike Amy, she could come and go as she pleased, wearing her collar when she wished. At twenty three she often went weeks without wearing it, things had changed when Amy moved in with them, the nineteen year old taking up most of Felicity's former duties as 'pet'.
Tiffany quickly explained her opinion and Felicity admitted it wouldn't be fair, they quickly struck a deal and over Amy's objections it was agreed Felicity would take her for the day and then drop her back home when Tiffany had finished doing whatever she had planned.
As the oldest of the three and as 'Mistress' of the house, Tiffany didn't have to explain where or what she would be doing.
A dejected Amy was taken upstairs and dressed for her day out, Felicity chose her clothes and had her ready in less than thirty minutes as it wasn't much, her long blonde hair was tied up at the back into a ponytail and she was given a plain white summer dress to wear, the thin material making it obvious she was braless and not wearing knickers. Cute white slip on flats on her feet completed her outfit and she followed Felicity outside to wait for Trevor's bright blue Audi to pull up and take them away.
Tiffany watched them go and shook her head, Amy was a shy girl and Felicity's choices for her outfit would undoubtedly have the tiny blonde blushing from head to toe once she was in public.
The bright morning sun streamed through the thin material of Amy's dress, leaving little to the imagination as she stood next to Felicity and waited, nervously shifting her feet, aware that anyone looking could see her body in detail.
Still it wasn't any of Tiffany's concern for today, so she didn't interfere with them as she picked up her handbag and left the house, striding confidently to her Range Rover.
*****
Traffic was light, Saturday mornings were a good time to get into the city, Tiffany drove at a relaxed speed and was in the city centre before most people were up and about, easily finding parking space in the normally full parking lot.
She walked through the streets at a slow pace, stopping to window shop now and then when something caught her eye, she was early and in no rush to meet her purchaser.
Two weeks ago she had actioned herself off on a website, the person who had already paid for her was a complete stranger, as she neared the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet she started to feel nervous.
Normally a self-assured woman, this was outside of her comfort zone, which was the whole point. Living with Felicity and Amy was great, but she had not had adventurous sex in over a year and it was nearly three years since she had been with a man.
The site she had used was popular with older men and women, at twenty seven she had had one of the youngest profiles and along with a picture of herself in nothing but a pair of heels, she had generated a lot of interest.
The price had rocketed beyond her expectations and she had felt very flattered by the final bid for her sexual servitude and eight hours of her time.
The winner of the bidding war was an older man in his late forties, his profile showed a fairly good looking man with greying hair and a pleasing height of six foot four. She assumed he must be quite well off, because the price was so high for only half a day's worth of her time.
She had filled out the online form as to her wishes, ticking the boxes for what she was willing to do and placing an X on the things she was unwilling to participate in. It had been mostly ticks, but she had refused anything to do with scat or golden showers and had indicated a dislike for anal.
The reason for the two week delay was for them to have the required STD tests, everything had come back clear and now it was time to meet the buyer of her body.
Hesitantly she reached for the door of the small café, it swung open easily and she entered the modern and brightly lit shop, she spotted the man immediately, he was sitting in a large leather chair with a cappuccino on the table in front of him.
