[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 4: Pink
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Veronique turned on the hot water tap on the bath again, it took her some time to work out the complicated faucet. Much of the water had been expelled when the three girls had frolicked, it would have been dangerous if the bathroom had not been so well designed as a wet room.
Veronique added some more of the richly fragrant bubble bath and returned to attending to the sisters. Etienne and Monique continued to hold onto each other, their inner arms wrapped around the waist of each other for support. They did not need to do it all of the time, but it also acted as a moral support and to Veronique it was incredibly sweet. Veronique surmised correctly that this was their default posture.
The gown the twins were wearing had fortunately been designed to be pulled up, so she did not need to fiddle with pulling arms through arm holes and whatnot. The little French girl undid the last four clasps on the dress that cinched their waist in and gravity took over. The dress fell about their ankles revealing them to Veronique almost fully for the first time. She was amazed by the texture and colour of their albino skin. Their skin looked slightly translucent, with a vivid pink sheen and a powdery texture which she had not noticed before and certainly, she thought, had never seen on any other man or woman.
As Veronique's mind raced to fathom what it reminded her of, she realised. It was the same as that of a new-born baby, where the skin had not fully developed yet. Some of their veins and arteries were far more visible than most people's.
Most prominent in Veronique's mind as she absorbed their physiques was that there was not a blemish, not a mark on them. Most people had some sort of change in colour; a redder face, darker arms, even the occasional blotch, mottling or imperfection. The sisters had none of these imperfections, no birth marks, nothing. Their skin was utterly flawless. An artist could not conjure up a more magical hue, but at the same time it seemed that the sisters' skin seemed so fragile.
They wore a thong, from this angle to Veronique it accentuated their bottom perfectly and their legs were highly developed. Veronique suspected it was due to them having to carry much more top weight than most people. For the first time she also realised that although they were not giants, they were far bigger than she.
"Come around here little one." Commanded Etienne, almost as though she had read Veronique's mind.
"Oui mistress." Veronique responded obediently.
With nimble steps, she stepped around the girls. Monique followed her every move, but Etienne maintained an almost cold disconnection by looking straight ahead. Veronique's eyes passed slowly over their form; both sisters were identical in almost every way, apart from the obvious conjoinment. Their faces were chiselled as though an artist had been told to create the archetypal perfect female face. Their noses were fairly flat to their faces, long but not protruding with the point downward slightly. They had high cheek-bones with a gentle scoop for real definition. Their eyes were wide and flat along the eyelid which gave them an almost sinister look. Their lips were dark because of make-up, but the splashing around in the bath had wiped some of it away to show that they were much redder than she expected and their lips curled in a perfect cupid's bow. Their chins were slightly prominent, but not jutting, and narrowed their faces to a heart-shaped point.
If the sisters had been separate there would be no way that Veronique could tell them apart. As Veronique continued to scan downward, she saw how their continued sideways posture had shaped their muscles, both inner arms were more toned than the outer ones and along their inner ribs the adductors were proud and each had inwardly favoured six packs. Veronique's eyes flicked from side to side as she absorbed the vision of their perfect small breasts, with puffy aureole's and now very prominent nipples which were a deep rich pink, like a fine sharifa asma rose.
Inwardly Veronique gasped in delight, the material of their thong had melted to an almost transparent window, showing a perfectly trimmed outcrop of pure white hair framed by the gorgeous powder-pink of their skin. Their vulva was invisible from this angle, but the pitch of the fabric gave away its position.
"Are you excited Veronique?" Etienne probed, watching any subtle emotions that the waitress might give away.
Veronique's head snapped up to face them, the voice drawing her from her inspection.
"Oui mistress." She responded with a hint of anticipation.
"Show us how excited you are."
Monique was puzzled by what her sister expected, but Veronique took her cues well. She pressed her hand inside her underwear and withdrew it, holding aloft her fingers which glistened in the harsh bathroom light. Monique's reaction was a silent one felt by both sisters as her bladder loosened briefly to dribble out a few unseen droplets. Etienne ignored her sister's lack of control.
"Sister, may I?" Monique pleaded with Etienne.
"Oh of course sister." Etienne said, she already knew what Monique was going to ask.
"Veronique?" Monique said with a slight nervous tremble in her voice.
"Could you umm, Masturbate for me, umm, I mean us." She said finally, tripping nervously over her words. Etienne felt the taughtness in their shared crotch, even she could not ignore the tingling convulsion they briefly felt.
Without a word Veronique smiled at the sisters and pulled the fabric of her knickers down with one hand. The other hand lowered enticingly to the top of her mons and where her clitoris would be if the sisters could only see it. She pinched her index and middle finger together and arched her back in a single motion. Then she began to move her hand up and down in subtle and rhythmic motion.
"Can I play with us sister?" Monique whispered so that she did not ruin the moment or drown out the oh so subtle swishing sound of fingers through pubic hair.
"Oh go on then." Etienne surrendered with a half-hearted display of annoyance.
Monique watched Veronique's subtle motions; up and down, a few random circles and an increase in speed. She herself was enthusiastically trying to copy Veronique, trying to mimic what she felt and enjoying every second.
The dark-haired girl's locks began to sway as she picked up a rhythm, but Monique's arousal was coming on far faster. Just as Veronique approached a point of no return Monique could contain herself no longer. Etienne was a passenger on this journey and growled audibly as Monique and she both climaxed. Their two faces took on different expressions, both with eyes closed. Despite Veronique's own tumult, she kept her eyes open to watch the sisters. The twins locked their jaws simultaneously, Etienne pouting and hissing through her teeth whilst Monique grunted and panted. Their final gasp was accompanied by a forceful "Sssssh!" as they expelled a stream of ejaculate, spraying through the soft mesh of their panties and hitting Veronique's foot with the last burst just as she too came.
They stood panting, flushed red with exertion and excitement.
"You may clean your fingers." Etienne prompted after a few laboured breaths, and was as delighted as Monique to see Monique push her fingers into her own mouth and suck heartily.
"You will need to clean up our mess too." Etienne pointed at the floor.
Veronique crouched down on all fours and began to lap like a cat at the small sprayed puddles on the tiles.
"Oh my, oh dear!" Monique exclaimed.
Etienne could feel the sensation rushing through her loins too. This had not happened for a while and it was hard for Etienne to maintain focus with her sister becoming so aroused. Their arousal was intrinsically linked with each other, from the stimulation of perception from each of the sisters' brains and the mechanical excitement of their shared genitals. When one became mentally stimulated, they both felt the sensation which in the past had caused several messy accidents as they had effectively generated an orgasmic feedback loop.
"Sis' calm down!" Etienne hissed in her sister's ear, trying not to spoil Veronique's own experience, but concerned that this was rapidly turning into a farce.
A few sharp breaths later and Monique had managed to bring everything back under control before the pair of them came yet again. Fortunately it was short lived enough that Veronique who had immersed herself in her role had barely noticed the almost comedic x-rated sideshow.
"That is enough Veronique, please go to the closet and bring a pair of tights, they are on the left, third drawer up." Etienne demanded, stifling another sharp breath, trying to calm down.
Veronique padded once again across the tiled floor. As before, Monique's eyes were transfixed, but she could not help feeling that it was all going too slowly. She wanted to jump the girl, to have a night of erotic passion filled with new sensations and emotions. Yet here it seemed her sister was enjoying herself at her expense. No, she was being unfair and selfish, she would have her time, a little patience was required even if she was pretty much set to explode. Besides, her sister was totally with her this time, sharing passion, sharing the sensations in far less mechanical or instinctual ways than Monique had forced her into in the past.
When Veronique returned with the tights, both she and Monique were completely lost as to the purpose. Monique knew that her sister was very imaginative and fully expected some dramatic use of the tights. She was not to be disappointed.
"You may put those down and finish undressing us."
"Oui mistress." Veronique responded automatically.
She knelt before them, her head at the 'Y' shape of their join. With one hand on either thigh she carefully pulled the delicate thong downward and watched as their crotch was reluctant to let go of its lacy cargo. It was obvious to the twins that Veronique's already heightened exhilaration was growing. Without warning she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the wispy clump of translucent white pubic hair. Monique arched backward almost praying for more, but it was cut short by Etienne.
