Part 4
Nosefag
Shannon didn't remember anything after her breasts got upgraded, her whole brain had become mush listening to Master. She realized that the doorbell was ringing and sprang up from sitting on the edge of the bed to quickly throw on clothes only to find she was already dressed in a flouncy low-cut blouse and long black skirt. No panties or bra, she didn't even feel the need for a bra though, breasts as firm and perky as hers were now seemed to hold themselves up. She wondered briefly if Keley would notice. Master was busy cooking as she passed the kitchen and walked purposefully to the front door. Keley was here.
Opening it revealed Keley, orange backpack slung over one shoulder, tool branded t-shirt, jeans with a belt, boots straight out of a grunge band's wardrobe. Certainly not the vision of elegant womanhood Shannon now felt but certainly cute in her own way. She greeted her sister and hugged her, barely stifling a moan as her nipples pressed into Keley's chest and all she could think about was how good the younger girl would look bouncing on Master's cock.
"Nice tits, sis. You get work done?" How to explain that... but Master had foreseen the question and Shannon's mouth was on autopilot.
"Nothing surgical but yes I've had some fillers put in. I figured it'd be a nice present for Clint." Who was Clint? Someone important, it didn't matter though.
"No way! I never thought you'd be one for cosmetic shit like that, though I can't say I'm surprised you skipped the knife. So what's for eats?" Keley never skipped a beat, and food was always her first thought. Once again Shannon's mouth began speaking on auto.
"We're having roast potatoes, salmon wellington, and a baby romaine salad. Clint's been practicing and I think he was hoping for a bigger audience than just me. You can leave your backpack wherever, just don't blame me if you forget it again." She smiled warmly as Keley shucked off her tangerine sack and tossed it gently onto the couch. As she rummaged through it for something Shannon's eyes fixed on her cute little ass, which bobbed around slightly as she searched showing all it's flattering angles through the denim. This must be how men feel, she thought, to see a beautiful body like hers and be captivated by it's curves, to be held in awe without realizing. Master had shown her such wonderful pleasures but by far this was the most interesting, to suddenly see her sister as sexual. To be aware of the hidden world of Keley's body and to be completely enthralled by it. Shannon barely contained her desire to caress, to taste, to experience her sister's soft, youthful form. She wanted to reach out and tell Keley how much she needed her, how much fun it would be to serve Master forever.
"Sounds good." Shannon snapped from her reverie.
"What does?" She hadn't been think aloud had she?
"The food, dummy. I like salmon, duy." She held up a phone plastered in band and radio stickers, "Found my phone. Where's Clint hiding?"
"In here! Dinner will be ready shortly!" Master's voice. Oh... she'd completely forgotten Master's given name, that's why she and her sister were calling him "Clint". Shannon knew she should play along until Master corrected her. Mmmm... the thought of her sister calling him Master was fantastically delicious. Wait they were saying things, had she been staring into space this whole time?
Shannon followed her sister up the hall to where Master was in the kitchen, arriving to find them discussing some video game about guns or something. She listened intently, as a good girl should, but it was all jargon and company names she vaguely recognized but couldn't place beyond 'makes video games'. Her eyes drifted to Master, his rugged, masculine jaw. Firm, powerful hands which bore no callouses. Beyond all of his physicality was the attention he was giving her sister. It was magnetic, pulling her own attention to the petite girl chatting amicably with her Master.
They all chatted while dinner was in the oven, Shannon only answering when she was spoken to of course, but otherwise it was a fairly normal evening. The wellingtons were crispy and light but slightly more brown than usual. As dark in places as her sister's walnut black hair, she'd always been jealous of Keley's hair but never taken the time to really admire it. She tried to keep it short, but being her forgetful self always ended up with wavy swept-back locks that stopped short of her neck. No hair had touched Keley's neck and lived, she'd been in gradeschool when her teacher complained that she always cut her hair with the classroom scissors. It had been cute then, but now it made Shannon feel heady and wet.
She couldn't wait much longer without moaning. When was Master going to do it? Had he already done something? She needed to focus, to be ready if he needed her. They were still talking about games, she still didn't really understand it all but if Master loved games so much she decided she'd need to learn them too. Shannon was about to ask Master to teach her when Keley tipped over her water, spilling it across the glass table, soaking into the runner but otherwise not amounting to much cleanup. Keley, however, was panting a bit, she looked up at Shannon, pupils dialating, concerned.
"Yo, I don't feel so good. Really dizzy... can't see right." It was happening, Shannon slid her hand under the black skirtband to tease her soaking pussy lips, it felt plump, engorged even. She found that simply rubbing her hand against them was ecstasy, and as she did drippy finger-soaking goo poured onto her fingers. Master had gotten up and closed in to Keley, "This is perfectly normal, Keley it's going to be ok."
