[Author's Note: The story of Etienne and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. This is not a "Wham!-Bam!-thank-you-ma'am!" story and as such it takes a short while to pick up to speed so to speak. Please bear with it, the nookie will come. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental.]
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Chapter 3: Acceptance
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A few moments after Veronique had left, the girls were able to speak in privacy. The reality of events had overwhelmed them, things were moving at a rapid pace and neither of them wanted this wonderful experience to end.
In the excitement they spoke over each other.
"Wow sis' she's just beautiful. Is this too good to be true?" Monique vocally machine-gunned her enthusiasm.
"I can't believe we lucked out so much, she is the perfect pet." Etienne enthused, her mind racing with thoughts as to how far she could push Veronique, and her sister for that matter.
Both girls slowly absorbed what the other had said, Monique acknowledging her sister's comment with a raised eyebrow. As happened quite often when they spoke about different things at the same time, they had to determine who would speak first. Monique won the game of rocks, paper, scissors and spoke first.
"I can still taste her lipstick, oh wow! You were right sis' she's totally open to you dominating her and she never batted an eyelid when you asked her to stay."
Monique was still reliving that one simple exchange of intimacy. The sisters had kissed each other before, but it was not a common thing and they never did so whilst aroused. It was difficult enough separating what would be considered masturbation with what could be considered incest. So Monique's kiss with Veronique was her first truly impassioned kiss and the exhilaration was experienced vicariously by Etienne.
Etienne was as stunned as her sister. In one evening she had not only revealed her taboo desires for the first time, she had experienced them. She was emboldened and lusted for more.
"She's going to be getting ready, running the bath and undressing. We cannot push things too far, too fast." Etienne said with calculating concern.
Etienne looked closely into her sister's beautiful pink eyes, they were glassy with lust and wide with expectation. She wondered how her own eyes appeared to her sister, were they as brazen and etched with passionate thoughts?
Without a second thought Etienne leaned in and kissed her sister again full on the lips, which took Monique by surprise. This time their tongues began an unfamiliar dance that both enjoyed immensely. Breathing into each other as their bodies formed an ethereal ring; one body, becoming two, and then rejoining.
A finger pressed into the vale below, through the silky cloth of their evening gown and the pressure increased downward momentarily. Both girls flinched at the sensation, but neither pulled away. The finger delved deep and the kiss became locked as all focus shifted to the slight movement of the hand. A fingertip moistened as dew seeped through the sheer gown and one hand was joined by another, clenching into the fabric, into the cleft. Movement increased, but first one hand then the other withdrew.
There was the briefest pause as both girls panted breathlessly.
"Oh wow!" Monique said finally gasping for air.
"I really wanted you to frig us then, we've never done that before sis', does that mean we're committing incest?" Monique was flustered and the words came out slightly broken.
"We can hold on, but no, who can call it incest when we have no choice but to share our snowy pussy." Etienne whispered to her sister, giving her sister a playful bite on her lower lip, tugging it slightly.
"And I liked it too, we'll do more of that, but not now, we have a slave to exploit."
"Race you to the top of the stairs!" Monique joked with her sister, glugging down the last of her cognac. The pair of them laughed at this, Monique always did have the quicker wit. They lifted the third arm of the chair and rose clumsily to their feet. Getting up was always a matter of momentum and finding a good centre of gravity as they were quite top heavy, despite their well developed leg muscles. Their inner arms wrapped around each other to pull their torsos together, something they had to do each time they stood up.
Monique giggled.
"What is it?" Etienne quizzed her sister.
"Look." Replied Monique, pointing at their crotch.
As well as the small damp patch, the cloth was still gathered within them where they had pressed enthusiastically.
"Oh how embarrassing." Etienne said, pulling the dress to flatten the fabric. But the creases left behind acted like a naughty bulls-eye telling tales of what had occurred. The girls shrugged in unity and began their swaying walk up stairs. The staircase was quite wide, so each sister had to lean a little to grasp the nearest respective handrail. Their pace was a little awkward, partly because of the buzzing between their legs, but mainly because stairs had always been easier to descend than to climb. In turn they released and grasped the handrail and took each step with a measure of care.
At the top of the stairs they regained their balance. Their unfathomable gracefulness flowed back and their composure returned. Etienne glanced to the left, to see the hall leading to their parents' rooms, all lights were off, they had gone to bed as the girls had suspected. She nodded to her sister and they turned right and headed toward their private bathroom, expectant and with hastening breaths.
At the doorway Monique turned to her sister, her smile had reduced and her heartbeat increased.
