Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age!
This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the adult industry. Enjoy a trip into my fantasy world!
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Aunt Charlotte asked them to be at the house by 2pm and it was already 3:30pm by the time they arrived. The incestuous trio had difficulties unlatching from each other, but once they did Margaret told her daughters they couldn't leave the idol behind again.
"I just feel so bad those women lost their jobs," she pouted. "We've got to clean this place up and take the idol with us."
Lisa and Leslie smiled and agreed, their minds already working ahead to their next conquest, steered by the insatiable idol to an end wholly built of decadence. Perhaps it was the time under its influence, but neither Lisa nor Leslie felt anything but titillating joy at the news of the hotel cleaners. To them, the women were liberated, set free to explore a new world with a gifted insatiable appetite. They knew that those women most likely licked each other for hours after getting fired and might not have even left the parking lot before getting each other off.
Margaret and Charlotte were making last minute arrangements with the florist before they went to the rehearsal dinner. The next day Aunt Charlotte would pick up her dress and then have her bachelorette party. And then finally the wedding would be upon them! The details were slowly tidying up, but one person seemed less than eager to see matters go smoothly.
Cindy was unhappy about her father remarrying and her attitude did not improve with the inevitability of the event. Responses to invitations had come up missing, phone messages not passed on, and even the flower arrangements had been modified by somebody calling in; this warranted a personal visit to the florist to make sure nothing else went wrong. Charlotte knew it was Cindy, but couldn't prove it. Bradley couldn't believe his daughter would stoop that low, but promised that he'd get Cindy's cooperation -- a promise he couldn't realistically deliver. The last thing Charlotte wanted to do was leave Cindy alone in the house, and the arrival of the twins meant that somebody would be there to keep a close eye on the saboteur.
Charlotte hugged both her nieces and gushed over how beautiful they had become. Lisa and Leslie controlled themselves, behaving themselves as they secretly eyed their aunt's curves. She was a younger version of their mother and both wondered if her cunt would taste as good as mommy's did. Time did not allow for them to find out, however, and after a quick introduction to Cindy Charlotte and Margaret were out the door. Cindy waited just long enough for the door to close before walking away, leaving Leslie and Lisa in the living room.
They waited for the sounds of Aunt Charlotte's car to fade into the distance before Leslie grabbed the gift bag and walked down the hallway, Lisa close behind her. The door to Cindy's room was slightly ajar and the twenty year old girl. Redheaded and freckled, Cindy Fontaine was what most guys would call 'cute'; small breasts, trim waist, nice butt, bob hairstyle, and fair skin that was so out of place when compared against her sun worshipping stepmother-to-be. But there was nothing but ugliness plastered all over her face, her utter disdain for Charlotte and her family was obvious to all who were exposed to it.
"Cindy," Lisa knocked, "Can we come in?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't," Cindy responded uncaringly.
Lisa walked into the room anyway to an exasperated sigh. Leslie followed and the two stood side by side at the opening to the large bedroom. A forty-inch flat screen adorned the wall and a skylight poured filtered light across the oak wood floors. Cindy was lying back in a wicker chair that was bent into a half dome shape. She looked up at the two girls who dared invade her inner sanctum.
"Well," Cindy asked snottily, "What do you want? Or are you just planning on standing there like a couple of zombies?"
"We just wanted to get to know you," Lisa responded.
Leslie broke in, "So Cindy... Tell us about yourself."
Cindy went back to reading her friend's post on her smart phone. "Do I have to?" she asked sarcastically.
"Why are you mad at us? We're just trying to be friendly."
Cindy slapped her phone down on her thigh just above her shorts, "I don't even know why you didn't just leave with the rest of your family."
Lisa stepped forward, "Because we wanted to meet you. We're going to be your family after the wedding."
Cindy made an exaggerated smile and did her bimbo valley girl impression, "Yeah, that will be just sooo awesome! You can be my new cousins and we can paint our nails and talk about boys and share make-up... Except that's not going to happen. Listen, my dumbass father is marrying your dumbass aunt and I can't do anything about it, but I don't have to like you and you can't make me." She went back to reading her phone, ignoring the twins.
There was a long pause before Cindy looked up again, "Why are you still here? Go make yourself at home, in a different room."
Leslie and Lisa stood unmoving, "Hey we got you a present... Do you want it?"
"No, not really." She paused when she looked over at the gift bag. It was sizeable and her curiosity was getting the best of her. "Fine, I'll look at your dumb present."
Lisa set the bag on Cindy's lap and the weight surprised her. Whatever it was it was heavy -- certainly not something you would typically put in a gift bag. Cindy reached her hands into the pink tissue and wrapped her fingers around something warm and metallic, and -
'Wicked pleasure is yours, Cindy.' ---- 'Lesbian pleasure.'
'Feel them inside.' ---- 'Feel them building.'
'You want it.' ---- 'You need it.'
