Samantha has just arrived in her typical dark clothing, which always leaves far too much to the imagination of what's hidden beneath, and she has excused herself to pee. As much as I wish we could get things moving in the direction I want from them, she is not her brother and I can wait a little longer. Had she been as easily to manipulate, I know I would have had them both long before now.
There is a large glass of the rum cocktail ready for her and there is more than enough to get her very drunk without having to refill it. Despite the cold outside, it is more than warm enough inside to enjoy a cold drink. The toilet is flushing and I make my next move.
As she opens the door I pass her and our bodies press together purposefully, which forces me to hide my smile as I say, "My turn. Your drink's on the coffee table. Won't be but a minute."
I am closing the door as she says, "Thanks again."
I call back, "Don't mention it, Samantha."
There is no urge for me to release my mostly empty bladder, but there is something I must do in this room that is very important. I open the cabinet under the sink and pull out the stapon with the seven inch black dildo attached. It is placed in the sink where it cannot be missed against the white background and all I need to do is wait for her to have to pee again. It won't take as long as one might think, considering the rum has a tendency of going right through her and there is a lot of rum in that glass.
I check myself in the mirror to ensure my dark nipples can be seen pressing through my white shirt and am happy that I have forgone wearing a bra of any kind. My white skirt is a little longer than what I was wearing earlier and am able to hide my lack of panties until I decide otherwise. From all appearances, this is a normal day and there is nothing to raise a single alarm within either of them.
I leave without flushing and doubt either of them will suspect anything from the lack of sound. She is sitting next to her brother as a result of glass placement and she is holding it in her hand, but does not look like she has taken so much as a sip as of yet. That's alright, since I have plenty of time and she isn't going anywhere.
Samantha looks completely innocent sitting on the couch, but I know her true nature will soon be revealed. I sit across from them with a drink in my hand, but nothing that's going to get me drunk. It's nothing more than ice tea and I have no intention on drinking any alcohol today. Sobriety is important to carry out what I have been planning for a very long time.
She shares the same shade of blond as her brother, but her's is much longer. Her blue eyes are his and I am enjoying seeing them sit together this way. All the other features differ just a little, but there's nothing wrong with that. This has everything to do with the knowledge they are related and not in regards to how much alike they appear.
I raise my glass and take a sip, which causes them to both do the same. At least the part about raising the glass. Her drink is far more than a sip, which is to be expected. She sets the cup down to take a breath, but it is too late and I press the white between my legs to start soaking up the moisture.
Samantha says, "Oh shit, Nicole. What the hell did you put in this?"
I smile as I say, "Rum and a few other things. You like it?"
She shakes her head a little as she says, "A little strong."
Chase is still quite sober as he says, "Not like your going anywhere. Drink up."
I wonder if he is onto my plan, or just being good host and brother. There is little chance of it being the former and I know he is just being his own brotherly self, which means I can dismiss any chance that he has any idea of what I have planned. Not that it matters, since everything is already in motion and I will not be stopped.
She says, "What the hell," and takes another large drink.
It does not take long for her face to flush and her eyes show the signs of intoxication. The heat is starting to get to her and she starts to fan her black shirt in an attempt to cool down. She can try all she wants, but it won't work as a result of me turning up the heat in the house and I can feel the soaking through my skirt.
She slurs out, "Fuck, it's hot in here."
I nod in agreement and say, "It's a little warm. Why don't you take off your shirt."
Chase is not quite drunk, but I know he has a good buzz going and I want to keep it that way for now. Without saying anything, she starts to pull up her shirt and reveals her pale flesh hidden behind a black bra. Her tits are small, but she isn't flat chested and her nipples are hidden behind the black bra.
I keep the excitement hidden as I say, "Might as well take your pants off while you're at it."
Completely oblivious that she is sitting next to her brother and should refrain from undressing in front of him, she stumbles a little as she stands. Her fingers work clumsily to undo her buttons and soon the bare flesh is being hidden by nothing more than black panties, which match her bra perfectly. Chase's eyes move to her ass, which I cannot see from this angle, and mine move to where her panties cover her pubic area.
There is no sign of a single pubic hair, but that doesn't mean much. She could have a full bush hidden for all I know and will just have to be patient a little while longer. I am very wet and know it must be showing as intended through the white of my skirt. Her petite body looks amazing and I have no regret for what has already begun.
She takes another drink without retaking her seat and slurs out, "I have to pee."
She sets the glass down and almost knocks it over in the process, then starts to stumble towards the bathroom. She is wearing a g-string and I can see her cheeks just as easily as Chase. They are round, but appear to be firm as she walks and this is a good view. Had this been any other woman, I would have no interest in watching anything.
Samantha leaves the door open and he voice echoes out, "What the fuck?"
The toilet flushes and she soon rejoins us with the strapon in her hand. She looks a little confused and I can't blame her one bit. It isn't like I have ever left anything like that laying around and I doubt she has actually ever seen one before. Samantha may be twenty-three and has some experience, but nothing like this and that is just the way I want it.
She stumbles out holding the strapon in her hand by the black dildo, which looks rather lovely against her pale flesh, and asks, "What the fuck is this?"
I smile as I say, "I use that to fuck your brother in his ass."
Her hazy blue eyes get wide as she slurs out, "No fucking way."
