The Popcorn Incident Pt 04

(Author's Note; Hi everyone and welcome to the final part of the story. I hope you enjoy it! I am currently developing a new story for Rachael, which I'm hoping to be novel length, but there will still be short stories featuring my other characters soon! Please feel free to comment, as usual! - Chloe)

DAY FOUR

I woke up the next morning, back in my own bed. To be honest, I had little recollection of getting there. I vaguely remembered being supported by both Chloe and Zoe, half-dragging me back to my room.

I was naked, but the black silk PJs were folded on the end of the bed, so i put the top on and closed the bottom two buttons, then went to check on Chloe and Zoe.

I was surprised to see Chloe already dressed and ready to go out. She was wearing a pair of light grey trousers and a tailored pink blouse. She smiled when she saw me.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"a bit achy and possibly hungover. Did we drink a lot last night?" I was holding my forehead.

Chloe nodded, calculating in her head. "I think between us we got through about 4 bottles of prosecco." She poured me a glass of orange juice and handed me some ibuprofen. "That'll help," she said.

I took note of her attire, and asked, "You going out?"

Chloe sighed and nodded.

"No rest for the wicked, as they say. Elaine wants me to meet a couple of new actresses and a fashion designer."

"She thinks highly of you, doesn't she? Elaine?"

This made Chloe actually blush.

"Oh?" I said playfully, "do the two of you have something going on?"

"Kind of. I respect and admire her a lot, and we have on occasion spent some time together, but not in a domme/sub kind of way." I was happy to leave it there for now.

"Is, um, Zoe going with you today?" I asked a little pensively.

"No darling, she is here to look after you. I believe she has somewhere for the two of you to go, and I'll meet you this evening. I think, perhaps, the pair of you need to have some time together to talk things through."

No shit.

I leant in and kissed Chloe on the cheek.

"Thank you, for yesterday. It was amazing." I said softly.

"I'm so glad you think so. It really was amazing," she smiled.

I topped up my glass, and poured a second for Zoe, before heading into her room. She was sitting up in bed, probably hadn't been awake long herself.

"Is Miss Chloe still here?" she asked.

I nodded, "Yeah she's just finishing her coffee." As I was talking, Zoe was already out of bed and went to see her mistress. I could hear them in the kitchen, talking softly. Eventually, Zoe came back in and I heard the door to the suite open and close.

"Have some juice," I said, offering her the glass. She came and sat on the bed with me, not looking at me.

"Someone here committed incest!" I said in mock horrified tones. She giggled and spluttered.

"Someone here," she mock-gasped, "fucked her sister!"

We started laughing, and when we calmed back down, Zoe asked," Are you okay? Any regrets?"

"None whatsoever," I said, smiling. I reached out and held her hand, "I really needed this week, Zoe. I really needed both of you. I had no idea, what was missing, why I'd been feeling so low. I thought it was the pressure of the situation at work, but it was more than that."

Zoe came closer.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Look, maybe I was just paranoid and stressed, you know? Or maybe I wasn't imagining things, and I really was under surveillance by people looking to exploit me. Either way the result was the same. I stopped seeing people. I stopped dating. I found excuses not to go out with friends. I started to become a recluse.

"I hadn't had sex for months, Zoe. Nearly half a year. I'd just... shut that part of my life down. I couldn't trust anybody."

Zoe took my empty glass off me and put it aside. We lay down facing each other, her hand was stroking my cheek.

"I think Chloe understood," I said, "when we first met, I think she instinctively knew the type of situation I was in or was running from. "You're safe", she kept saying to me. This week has been like a decompression chamber for me, you know? Slowly coming back to the surface."

"You are safe, Rachael. You'll always be safe with me."

I nodded.

"And that's how I feel. Safe. Comforted. Loved. I don't care that you're my sister, it doesn't matter!"

She needed a hug; I could see it in her teary eyes. Or was it me? We held each other as tight as we could.

We lay together on the bed, with Zoe's head resting on my chest. After a while, she said, "So,..."

"Yes?"

"So... um... you know a lot about me... and my relationship with Chloe..., but before all your problems with the Embassy... what were you like? What did you enjoy, sexually?"

I chuckled, thinking back.

"Pretty hedonistic, actually." Zoe lifted her head and looked at me.

"Really?" she said, smiling, her eyebrows arched.

"Yup. I was travelling a lot between different places and decided a long term relationship wasn't going to work. I was into short hookups, meeting up with people when I was in town."

"A guy or girl in every port?"

"Something like that, or I'd go to parties... swingers' parties."

She raised herself up now, a look of mock horror on her face.

"No wonder you've been taking everything in your stride this week! My sister is a fucking slut!"

"Yep....yep... until I wasn't. Couldn't trust anyone. And part of me...part of me hopes to God it was all in my head, you know?"

Zoe wasn't about to let me wallow, when there was dirt to dish.

"So.. preferences? Guys or women?"

"Depends on my mood. If I'm horny, and the right guy is showing an interest? No problemo. Something quick and dirty with a guy is hot. If I'm going home with someone, or into my hotel, it's more likely to be a woman."

"Why is that?"

"More stamina. A woman has an orgasm, and it whets her appetite for more; to give her partner more. A guy cums and he's done, loses interest." That made her laugh. I smiled.

"My first time with a woman was when I was invited to join a couple -- a guy and his girlfriend. He didn't last too long. I know a lot of guys have the fantasy of a threesome but not many are up to the challenge of satisfying two women at once! Anyway, he fell asleep and his girlfriend and I seemed to go for hours!"

"What's the thing that you miss most, from back then?" asked Zoe. I closed my eyes and thought about it. About all the times I'd had sex, what turned me on, what made it magical for me.

"Ok, that's a hell of a question!"

"C'mon, off the top of your head, what comes to mind?" she asked.

"Being ass-fucked and having cum on my face!" I said quickly.

There was silence for a moment then Zoe started giggling.

"You liked guys cumming on your face? Wow!"

"If you give a guy the choice between wearing a condom and cumming inside you, or cumming on your face..."

She laughed, "Oh yeah! Face! All the time! Not many guys are going to pass that up!"

"And.., yeah, I enjoyed it. It made me feel sexy and slutty but on my own terms, you know?"

Zoe nodded.

"You were in control. You told them to cum on your face; it wasn't something forced upon you..."

"Same with anal sex. It started as a way to cut down on risk. If a guy started complaining about using a condom, I'd entice them by saying they could have my ass. Suddenly they were all sleeved up and ready to fuck! Amazing! I'd always enjoyed it, but came to really love it, especially when it was spontaneous and dirty, and we were still dressed. Sometimes in public." It was true, and thinking back to my last quick and dirty fuck in a restaurant bathroom was starting to arouse me.

Zoe looked at me in silence for a moment.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I dunno, but maybe do you want to try something?" she smiled.

"What did you have in mind?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." she came closer, almost touching my lips, "this, for a start..." and pressed softly into me. I slowly kissed her back. Both of us exploring each other's lips, sucking on them, sliding the tip of our tongues over them, pushing gently between them. It was soft and languorous. I slide my hand into her curls, and she moaned, deepening her kiss, her hands caressing my cheek and nape.

Zoe... my sister... moved on top of me and pushed her knee between my thighs. She unbuttoned my top and pressed her breasts into mine, our nipples intermittently flicking against each other. She concentrated on my mouth, sliding her tongue in and out. I wrapped a leg around her thigh and moaned softly into her kisses.

She lifted her head and looked down at me.

"Open your mouth," she said, so I did, sticking out my tongue. She hawked up some spit and slowly drooled it onto my tongue, then kissed me, swirling her tongue in the saliva in my mouth. As her tongue slide out, I swallowed it all, savouring it.

"Close your eyes," she said next, so I did. I heard her swirling saliva in her mouth so opened mine, but instead she drooled and spat on my cheek.

"Feel like cum?" she asked.

"A little, but it was fucking hot anyway!" I said, noting how my pussy had leaked when she did it. She licked up her mess and kissed me deeply with it.

"Roll over onto your belly," she said, lifting herself up for a moment. I took off the PJ top and lay flat on the bed. I felt Zoe straddle my cheeks, her hands sliding up and down my back.

"I want to fuck my sister's arse," she said. I grinned and looked back at her.

"I want my sister to assfuck me!"

She started kissing my neck, and shoulders, then slowly trailed her way down my spine. Her lips felt soft, so soft, against my skin, giving me goosebumps. She shimmied down my legs, sitting across my calves as she massaged my Butt cheeks. I felt her open them, using her thumbs to prise them apart, then I felt her saliva drooling, trickling down my crease and pooling around my anus. I cooed softly at the feel of it, then moaned louder when I felt Zoe's tongue press into the crease and lick over my backdoor.

"Ohhh...that feels good," I purred. My muscle memory kicked in, and I relaxed my sphincter to allow her tongue to worm its way inside me. She delved her tongue in me, swirling firmly against the walls of my anus.

"Don't you mind the taste of it?" I asked. I hoped she didn't.

"Uh uh," she murmured and started fucking my arse with her tongue, sliding it as far as she could, in and out. I bit my lower lip as I felt pleasured by my sister's tongue.

I whimpered when I felt her tongue removed and felt Zoe climb off me. I turned around, to see her opening a drawer and taking out a strapon. It was a couple inches smaller, and thinner, than the one that Chloe had used the night before. Zoe caught my expression.

"This one's mine," she said, tightening the straps, "this is what I use on Miss Chloe when she wants to be fucked."

"Well, I was a little worried you were going to try and use your monster!" I laughed. She got back on the bed and brought me up on my knees, with my head down on the bed. She poured thick globs of lube on my anus and pressed her finger into me. My body responded in kind;i felt my pussy leaking more and I was reflexively pushing back on her finger.

"I think your ass is coming out of hibernation!" she chuckled, twisting her finger as she pushed it deep. I half moaned, half laughed.

"Okay," she said, kneeling on one knee, aiming her slicked cock at my hole. I looked back at her, so aroused, so ready for it. As she pushed the head into me, she looked into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, pushing, pushing the shaft past my sphincter. I grunted and gritted my teeth for a moment then let go to the sensation of having my ass invaded and filled.

She found her rhythm, fucking me. My arse. I heard moans and they were mine. I felt a wetness, and it was mine. I pushed my hand under me and pressed my fingers into the ooze of my cunt. I pressed two fingers into me and pumped them in time with Zoe's thrusts. I was close to cumming, when Zoe took hold of my hair and pulled my head up, forcing me up onto my elbows. She leant forward and as she twisted my head towards her, she spat hard on my cheek.

Fuck.

I fell forward, Zoe on top of me, embedded in my arse, as my orgasm possessed me. She stayed there, pinning me to the bed, shuddering, quivering, oozing cum juices on the bed.

After a few minutes, she slowly withdrew. I went to the bathroom to wipe myself, then came back. Zoe had taken off the strapon and opened her arms to me. I lay in the crook of her arm.

"You act differently with me," I said.

"I do. I'm not sure how much of it is a conscious decision, either. I love Miss Chloe, and she is my mistress, and I am her submissive. Her personal assistant. She is the only person who I will submit to."

"But not the only person you'll have sex with?"

Zoe smiled at me.

"There are times, when my duties as personal assistant extend to joining Miss Chloe in a tryst with other women, and I enjoy those immensely because not only am I enjoying myself, but I am also making my mistress proud of having me there. Then there is my friend, Kylie, with whom Chloe gives me some leeway."

"And me?" I asked. Zoe stroked my cheek.

"You're special. You're family, and I think my closeness to Miss Chloe brings you close to her, too."

"So... you wouldn't be upset if, or when, she fucks me?"

Zoe kissed my forehead, and said, "Nope. I think it will bring you and I even closer, if anything."

"Speaking of getting closer," I smiled, as I rolled on top of her, taking her breast in my mouth, sucking on it slowly and circling her nipple with my tongue.

"Ohh," she said, smiling, laying back and enjoying the sensation of it. I switched breasts and focussed on her nipple, flicking and lightly biting it. I kissed between her breasts and slowly pushed downward, over her navel, dragging my tongue down to her bare mound. Her thighs were pressed together as I was licking her, and there was resistance when I tried to part them. I looked up at Zoe.

"You okay? Something wrong?" I asked softly.

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled and shook her head. She opened her thighs, and I settled between them. I took my first close look at my sister's wet pussy. Her hot, wet, cunt. Her outer lips were full, and open. I traced my thumb over them, up and down, as Zoe sighed. I stuck my tongue out and licked them slowly, savouring the taste of her. Then I pressed my lips to them and pushed my tongue, licking into her. Her fluids were warm and slippery on my mouth. A salty sweetness to her. I wanted more of it. I started to lap my flat tongue against her cunt lips, over and over, catching the hood of her clit at the end of each long lick. I could hear Zoe's breathing get shallower. I sucked on her labia, opening her more, probing inside with my tongue. I licked, I prodded, I fucked my sister's cunt with my tongue. I felt her hand on my hair, caressing me as i penetrated deeply, swirling my tongue inside. The way she clutched my hair, the way she lifted her hips told me she was close. I kept at her, drinking her, fucking her until she was grinding and using my mouth and face to cum.

It took me a moment to get my own breath back, then I went back in and licked her, scooping up her juices. I moved back and kissed her, trickling her cum mixed with my saliva into her mouth.

"Are you ok?", I asked, "you looked uncomfortable for a moment."

Zoe nodded.

"It's one of my weird hangups, I guess. I love giving oral, but... um... I get embarrassed when I receive it. I don't tend to cum from being licked. Only Miss Chloe... and now you... have ever made me cum from it."

I hugged my sister.

"Well, then I'm very grateful that you let me try, and I'm very happy to be part of a very exclusive club!"

Zoe promised me an afternoon of "touristy stuff", as she put it. I hadn't been to London for a long time, and was enjoying our walk, crossing Waterloo bridge and walking along the south bank. We went past the old Battersea power station, which I was very surprised to find had been renovated into an upmarket mall! We carried on towards London Bridge, where Zoe steered me towards an art exhibition themed around Seoul.

"I've been looking forward to this!" she said, as we went inside. There was a trail to follow, with a different art installation in each room. I have to admit, the first was my favourite, where we had to navigate a path through what seemed like hundreds of lanterns, which were slowly changing colour. We took loads of photographs of the pair of us in various poses and had a great time exploring the place.

When we came out, Zoe's phone started buzzing. She fished it out of her back and read a text. There was a slight look of panic in her eyes as she looked at me.

"We have to get back to the hotel and get changed!"

"What? Why?" Zoe had already grabbed my wrist and was brisk-walking us towards a taxi rank.

"Ms Elaine is coming down to meet Miss Chloe and she wants us to be there with her."

Well, this was interesting. After hearing a little about Elaine Danvers this week, I was very curious to meet her, myself.

We were in a taxi now, heading back across the river towards Trafalgar Square.

"Okay," said Zoe, still reading incoming texts, "she's left a package for us with reception, it contains what we need for this evening. We have..." she looked at the time, "two hours to get ready and arrive at The Shard!"

"What's The Shard?" I asked. I really hadn't paid much attention to London's goings on. Zoe tapped my shoulder and pointed to a huge building behind us. It really did resemble a giant shard of glass.

"Tallest building in England -- at the moment," she said, "part of it is a Shangri-la hotel. That's where we're meeting Ms Elaine."

I looked at her.

"You seem nervous, Zoe." She shook her head.

"You'll understand when you meet her."

When we got to the hotel, we went to reception and asked about the package. The receptionist told us it had already been taken up to our suite as it was quite cumbersome (her word), so we headed straight upstairs.

The package turned out to be a series of smaller packages. When we opened them we found two whole sets of attire. Two cocktail dresses; one silver and one gold, with matching shoes. Two sets of lingerie and some jewellery.

"Does this happen often to you?" I asked Zoe. She grinned and shook her head.

"First time for everything," she said.

We showered and changed. The dresses, both strapless, fitted perfectly. We did each other's makeup and Zoe helped me with my hair, as I'd been "requested" to wear it in a bun or updo and to leave my neck on show. There was a black stone and gold necklace with matching earrings for me, and a silver studded choker for Zoe, complete with a ring at the front.

There was one other package, which had "Open this last!" written on it. Zoe opened it and gasped. She held up the contents: a leather leash. I smiled at her.

"Perfection!" I said and attached the leash to her collar.

"Come on, let's get you to your mistress!"

Zoe was blushing, but I could tell she was loving it. I walked ahead, tugging her leash over my shoulder to make sure she followed swiftly behind. She didn't say a word the whole time -- when we walked through the hotel lobby, a few heads turned. The taxi driver took note but said nothing. I held the leash all the way across to the Shard. Zoe's phone rang as we neared.

"Yes, Miss Chloe. We're almost there. Yes. Yes, Miss Chloe, she put it on me before we left the suite."

She looked at me as she put the phone away.

"She'll meet us in the lobby," she said.

"Who will?" I asked. I wanted to have a little fun with her and turn up the heat a little.

"Miss Choe, of course", she said, as if I were dumb.

"You mean, your Mistress?" I gave the leash a playful tug, making her whimper.