Jessica, my older sister, who has blond hair and blue eyes, had them closed. The eyes, I mean. She was snoring away, flopped on her back with her little B cups rising and falling as spit bubbles popped in her lips. What she didn't have closed was her legs. She was naked as usual when she sleeps, which she does for hours and hours, like practically all day.
I'm Silky, her beautiful younger sister who has red hair, green eyes, and tits that are way bigger. I also don't shave off my luxuriant red pubic hair, while Jess keeps her crotch bald as an apple. Her labia were so casually exposed it was a crime. One I planned to punish!
I love Jess to death, don't get me wrong. It's just that I never had gotten her back for sticking ice in my twat, and now it was her turn. Ever since I looked at the socorius web site and saw the patented vaginal egg inserter (the "Extreme") I had plotted. I ordered it, and tested it three times on myself. It was tight, but it worked!
I took a fresh brown egg and gently eased it into the machine. Then I poured lube over its point and eased the smooth metal against her lips. The lower set. She slowly spread and with gentle pressure I was able to work it into her vagina. Only a little at first, and then I froze as she moved a little in her sleep, but settled back and started some lip smacking noises. Not her pussy lips, her mouth.
I pushed the glistening steel another inch and she started making sounds, like she was talking in her sleep. My heart jumped into my mouth, as I didn't want to stop without success. After a few scary seconds, she calmed back down, and I gained another inch.
Finally, I was able to turn the screw that spread her vagina. It all had to be done without a sound, and without any sudden moves that might arouse her. Wake her up, not the other kind. Once her aperture was gaping in front of me I could see all the pretty pink stuff. It's not smooth at all! She already smelled of sex, since she had fucked herself to sleep last night, right alongside me, but now I could smell her juices more ardently. And let me tell you, a 12 hour-past-fucked pussy can be rank.
Anyway, it went all the way in. I've accused her of having a big old loose butt hole because she can do anal easier than I can; now I'm really going to give her shit about having other things that are big and loose.
Finally the bomb was in place. I quickly collapsed the inserter, leaving the thin shelled ball of slimy stuff deep inside my sister's opening. Time for part two. I leaned over and began to lick her clit, softly as a kitten's paw. She snored on, and I increased my pressure. As I sucked her clit between my lips I felt her tense up, and then relax and spread her legs wide.
"Moring, sleepy head," I said between licks.
"Silky, you are so bad!" She purred when she said that, though.
I spread her lips, yes those, and ran my finger along the edge. I pulled out the socorius eco-friendly vibrator with the pointed tip, an integral part of the trick, and turned it on low. She moaned as I ran it between her labia, not penetrating, just teasing.
I licked her mons, and down along each lip to her thigh, and pushed the vibe over to her clit. I figured that waking her up with all this stimulation would keep her from noticing her addition, and so far I was right.
"Silky, this is great, but I've got to pee."
"Go ahead, you know I won't mind."
"Seriously, I don't want to get the sheets wet --- er."
"Gonna have to change them anyway, just like every day."
"Stop, stop, I really need to tinkle," and she pushed me away and took the two strides it took for her giant long legs to get to the toilet.
Silence.
"What! OMG! Silky!" I was running to get away, but she caught me and wrestled me unto the bed.
"Do you know how freaky it is to sit on the toilet and pee an EGG into the bowl?" She seemed sort of upset.
"An EGG! That's rather extreme! Are you exaggerating?" I was a riot, but unfortunately I apparently gave myself away, because she didn't believe that it had gotten there by magic.
So that's why I was lying on the bed, tied up like a cow, wrists bound and legs tied to the spreaders. (Of course we keep spreaders by the bed, don't you?)
"George! George! Help, she's trying to kill me! Help!"
George is my owner. Well, he owns both of us. Not really like property, more as slaves to our own desires to please him. He was downstairs getting coffee. He likes Kopi Luwac. I think that after it's been a turd, I don't want it in my mouth. Neither did I want the (dirty) panties Jess was trying to stuff in my mouth so George wouldn't hear us. If we exasperate him he has been known to whip us. Known, Hell, he's downright familiar with it. And morning is not the best time to bother him.
