[Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. 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...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)]
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Chapter 6: Employees rights
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It was early morning. The soft light of the sun was diffused by the thick white net curtains in the sisters' bedroom. Both Etiennette (nicknamed Etienne by close friends and family due to her tomboyish nature) and Monique were asleep.
At the foot of the large four-poster bed, on the floor, lay a small mattress and some ruffled white cotton bedclothes. It was Veronique's place at night, during her working week.
Veronique was attached to the foot of the bed by a long, thin rope running from a retracting reel to an ankle cuff. The rope was almost at full stretch as Veronique stood naked by the dressing table, bathed in the morning glow through the large bay window.
Although not statuesque; Veronique had a composure about her, a pride or self-confidence that some people wear like an extra layer of skin. It gave her more presence and exceeded her stature.
Her hair haloed to a vibrant red as the sun caught it through the curtains, her body was hour-glass shaped and toned. She had enough curves for two people, which was just as well because both of them were lying naked behind her, in their naturally mutated, intertwined selves.
She poured herself a glass of water from a pitcher on the dresser and smacked her lips after taking a mouthful. Smirking as she glanced through a crack in the curtain. Outside on the driveway Etienne and Monique's parents were packing the car with the help of their housemaid preparing to depart for the airport. They were due for a two month sojourn in the United States, leaving the girls and Veronique to have the run of the place. Their last two weeks in France before the long awaited journey to Japan.
At times like these, the other house staff would depart for their own families. It happened twice every year, but this time was special. Etienne and Monique had Veronique with them.
"Yawn!" Came the sound from Etienne, who lifted herself up on her elbows to the angelic sight of Veronique silhouetted in front of the window.
"God you're gorgeous my pet." Etienne said in hushed tones so as to not wake her sister.
Veronique remained facing away from the bed for a moment, it gave her time to smile in satisfaction at the compliment and gave Etienne some time to appreciate her form, framed by the glow of the morning sun. It was an appreciation that had grown within Etienne since their first night with Veronique, borne out of an unexpected compromise and from the love for her sister.
'Pet' was a temporarily assigned name Etienne had explained. As a part of the agreement Veronique would have no name during the working day. Etienne was free to insult her, call her 'whore' or indeed whatever she felt like, but although Etienne was enjoying the domme status, she felt wrong in insulting Veronique. So instead she chose to remove Veronique's identity without diminishing her.
"You can wake my sister now." Etienne requested.
"Oui mistress." Came the now familiar words from Veronique, who turned and approached the bed, accompanied by the soft clacking sound of the rope reeling in, and the supple bounce of her fleshy orbs. Etienne blinked, watching Veronique's nipples adopt a rhythmic sway as she crossed the room.
Veronique climbed onto the bed on all fours and dipped between the sisters' legs.
Etienne closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of her and her sister's loins receiving a few soft exhales of warm breath before the first friction sensation of wet and muscular flesh dance across the sisters' shared folds. Soft sucking sounds and the occasional squelch broke the silence.
Monique came to, breathing heavily. "Uhh, uhh!" She uttered through gritted teeth as she bit down. Etienne's lips were pursed and her eyes clamped shut. All at once there was a shared guttural groan as the two sisters climaxed and the recognizable "Pssst!" sound in three decreasing bursts as their female ejaculate sprayed Veronique's face.
"Oh goddd!" Exclaimed Monique who was barely able to talk through her clenched teeth.
"You are," She huffed after a brief pause.
"The best alarm clock ever!" Monique finally finished her sentence.
"Oui, I know mistress." Said Veronique with a light-hearted grin, her face dampened by the sisters' dew.
Veronique licked her lips and used her own bedclothes from the floor to wipe the remnants from her face and off of her chest. They had been through this ritual several times now and unsurprisingly it never became boring. Although they had increased the amount of daily laundry submitted to the family cleaners. Veronique was amazed as to how much liquid came from them.
The girls did explain that although they only have one set of genitals and one urethral hole, they each have their own reproductive system and their own urethral tract and bladder, which meant that their urethra and vaginas were 'Y' shaped and that they each had to pee in turn. It also meant that although they experienced clitoral stimulation jointly, they experienced vaginal stimulation separately.
All of Veronique's trappings had been brought up from her house in Mornant and the sisters' had even paid off the landlord so that Veronique had no outstanding debts. She truly had landed on her feet, she thought, with some strings attached...or rather, some chains.
Veronique plodded across the room to the chest of drawers where the girls' most regularly worn outfits were kept. She bent over to access the second drawer up, as usual giving Monique the best view possible of her pert arse outlining her gorgeously puffy, pink lips. Monique took in the sight with great delight.
