Author's note 1
: After the first chapter was published I discovered in my notes that I had completely forgotten to talk about Victoria's fake breasts.
So here it is. RETCON: Victoria has fake breasts.
They're of a reasonable size and they're almost indistinguishable from the real thing. More about them later.
Author's note 2
: In case you hadn't noticed, this story contains scenes of incest.
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CHAPTER 2
all eyez on me
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They only slept three hours but I made them feel like they got the proverbial eight, plus an extra two.
Maddie was waking up, with her eyes closed. Drowsy. Comfy. Still in the sliding seconds when you don't know anything.
I mentioned 'sliding' because suddenly full recollection precipitated:
She was somewhere other than her bedroom. But nothing unusual, it was Victoria's house, she recognized its specific smell, the specific lighting in it through her eyelids, the specific room sound, which by definition is silence.
And it was a lover's bed, so no worry, no rush, no need to sneak out before he/she wakes up. Actually, here came instead the rare satisfaction of a first night of romance, the victory. Really the fog was dissipating away from a very nice day. Again, victory. And this lover was...
Oh...
Her eyes shot wide open and she froze at what she had right in front of her, even closer than expected.
Victoria. Sleeping.
Nude.
A hand resting on her hip. Their feet snuggling. Soft.
Looking closer, a scent of loved skin, indiscernible from warmth.
That was it, that was the big thing to remember: last night she had achieved her most forbidden dream.
And the dream, in turn, opened her eyes.
Rather unremarkable brown eyes if I was perfectly honest, but two which Maddie would never get bored of, never withdraw from.
Puffy eyes, going through the same waking routine as hers. Shock, overcome.
"Hi," Vic said in a morning voice. Shy, rested, adorable.
Maddie whizzed back, her voice still broken.
Their thin smiles told that they knew where they were and what had led them there. A smile apologetic, naughty, serious. And immediately their hands started their instinctive petting and wandering. A strand of hair, a shoulder, the cool and goosebumpy upper arms...
Victoria even cupped Maddie's breasts as though she could determine how bad she had bruised them last night.
They shifted to kiss and body heat exhaled from under the covers, in between their chests.
The whole universe is jealous of human intimacy, did you know that?
Maddie high-fived her past self mentally, her last-night self who, through a series of good decisions and dares, had managed to fall asleep in this bed, in this scenario, and had allowed her to wake up in it today. She grinned and then lifted the sheets a little, just enough to look down and check, as if she didn't know, that they were both completely naked down there.
Stirring a little she felt her matted pubic hair part like velcro.
Her whole body was sticky, she realized. And achy. Her vagina was sore like she had been fisted.
She knew because she was fisted once. Weekend in San Francisco. I like this girl more and more.
Her throat was a hot wound, and as she started to speak with this hoarse whistling whisper, she felt proud because she could remember the reason:
"Did I just dream or we turned into porn last night?"
"I wouldn't call it porn. You call it por--"
*Good morning, you guys!*
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Maddie yanked the sheets back over them and tucked tight.
They were awake alright.
She hid into Vicky's arms. First time I saw her do this. Duly noticed.
"What are we gonna do?" she whined.
Victoria sighed, had no answer, smelled her hair.
Maddie raised her head to look at her. "She literally watched us fuck."
"You didn't seem so embarrassed last night."
*It's not like I'm gonna call the cops on you.*
"How long have you been inside of us like that?"
This morning it was Maddie doing the questioning, it seemed, straining on her vocal cords.
*Three weeks.*
"Oh my God she totally saw us taking a dump and shit."
Ok maybe not
all
of their intimacy.
"What are we gonna dooooo? Can't you shut off or something?"
*You don't even have to poop for me to see your poop.*
"EEEWWW!!"
*Ew yourself, you think I enjoy this?*
Victoria started to roll over and stretch out, "Leave her alone--wait no," but she sat up, "actually that's a good question. You can see us? how does it work?"
*I saw you! And I felt you! Sex is so awes--*
"Oh my God, I told you!" Maddie cut off, "She's a creep! We're possessed by some sleazy oil spill!"
Victoria had taken back the asking: "You're talking like you never had sex before, are you a virgin, Hera?"
*Your question doesn't make sens--*
"We take it as a yes, you know?" Maddie, as always.
*And I can still kill you, you know?*
"Who's your boss?" Victoria asked while scrambling out of bed. "Could we buy our contracts back?"
*I don't think so. Looks bad for a business.*
She stood up and took the comforter with her to wrap it around her body like a toga, off of the mattress and her whining sister.
"Give it back, it's cooold!"
"Get up."
Victoria went and prepared a coffee pot in the kitchen, and then headed off for the bathroom. Madison was following along behind her like a baby duckling, had grabbed a muffin from the tray on the countertop, was covering her private parts.
*Hey, Marge Simpson, I can see you under your hands.*
"Shut up, weirdo," she hissed back.
I shouldn't tease her like that, it's so sweet that she stayed naked. She could have put something on when she got up, all her clothes were scattered on the floor. She did it for her sister.
They're totally having shower sex.
And as a matter of fact, gathered as they suddenly were, in the bathroom, in its dazzle of white and pastel green tiles, there was a definite moment, a pause. Waking up in bed together was one thing. Morning day-to-day in broad daylight was another.
Not to mention the stranger monitoring it.
Vic was delaying untying her toga. Maddie was delaying sitting down on the toilet.
"Oh, maybe you want me to..." Victoria muttered, pointing at the toilet and at the door.
"Yes, no, I mean, I, no..." Maddie wriggled about next to the seat. "I don't mind you watching me pee--" and here came the blushing for both of them because somehow what she had just said could only sound sexual and it's not like they weren't already wet as fuck.
"I mean it's not you I mind." She sat down. "I mean if we're gonna take our showers together from now on, I'd better get used to takin' a leak in front of you."
And I find it kinda hot actually,
she added so deep in her subconscious it wasn't even words. But I still heard it, of course.
"Sure," Victoria stammered, "I-I'll be in there." She struggled out of the comforter and stepped into the walk-in shower.
The screen wasn't frosted and despite the water and the steam they could still see each other. And they did. Irresistibly.
And then maybe it was because of this, or maybe it was because of me, but as Maddie was sitting there, elbows on her knees, she couldn't go.
Not a drop.
*Maybe I can help?*
"What?"
*Tinkling.*
"Leave me al--"
*Pontine micturition center activated!*
The neuronal signal hit and Maddie started pissing like a horse. The ragged stream struck on the bowl so heavily the noise covered the shower.
Victoria witnessed the whole thing. Half-smiling, half-horrified.
Smile which turned into shared flushing when their gazes met and locked.
Victoria watched Madison urinate, and Madison watched Victoria scrubbing the dried night of sex off her skin (and hair). She also finished her muffin.
They never broke eye contact. It was too awkward to.
And too arousing. Maybe it reminded them of ejaculating for the first time last night. Maybe it was the fact that Maddie was doing it completely naked.
They had been for ten hours straight now. And they had never felt so free in their entire lives. And there was someone else with them. Eyes and teeth. Advice and threat. And death lurking, in the shadow of betrayal.
And when Maddie was done and joined Vic in the shower, they kissed like an old couple whereas they only wanted to fuck like they had fucked last night. And they showered, while fighting the urge to dirty each other up all over again. And there was blood on their mind, vengeance for their deaths already escaped. And there was a living being inside their thoughts unchained at last.
I tried to help them make sense of all this by talking about my boss:
*Her name's Haldezide Igriis.*
"My God, 'that her real name?"
*Of course not. Her MO is that after you're dead, she goes to the morgue (she has connections) and she puts me in a jar. There's forty-eight hours before a symbiote dies inside its dead host.*
"She's a witch or something?"
*No. She's not. That's a real advantage, by the way.*
"You said you are a slave. So she's a slave owner."
*Yes. Mostly symbiotes. But she owns several tribes of faeries; five centau-scorpions that I know of; and I'm pretty sure she has a dragon in a safe somewhere. There's a black market for mythical creatures.*
The two girls eyed each other, grave. Something I said.
Victoria asked: "You saw the portrait in my office, next to the bookshelves?"
*The five dollar bill guy?*
"Yeah the 'five dollar bill guy'."
*What about him?*
"That painting's been in the family for a very long time and for a reason. We don't like slave owners."
*Oh. So you wanna help me because of a painting?*
"Rrright... Anyway: let's say we don't die this morning. What happens?"
