Little Sister Dominique

((Authors note: All characters are over 18 years of age and this work is entirely fictitious. It is also the first work I have written in any kind of erotica, so any feedback would be most welcome. Please be kind! Thank you for reading and let me know if you'd like to read more!))

Little Sister Dominque

Chapter One

Stephanie entered her apartment and slammed the door behind her. In the darkness she groped for the light switch whilst also trying to not drop the bag of groceries she carried in her arms. After a few attempts her fingers final found the switch.

Light erupted into the small apartment. It wasn't much, just a simple two-bedroom space with a bathroom and a kitchen/lounge merged together. But it was the most reasonable price Stephanie had found after she'd completed her degree and moved out of student accommodation. The fact that it was in the city, and not in the small town she'd grown up in, was a bonus.

She popped the bags down on the kitchen counter and went to the fridge to get something to quench her thirst. She grabbed a bottle of chilled water and pulled out her phone. She wanted to make sure she'd gotten everything on her shopping list.

The message her mother had sent her displayed a near exhaustive list of things. Organic vegetables, certain (expensive) brands of shampoo and conditioner, oat milk, sugar free snacks, all things Stephanie would never usually buy. It was fortunate that her mother had wired her some funds beforehand as the bill had been way over the cost of Stephanie's usual weekly shop.

She frowned as she went through the listed items. Her long brown curly hair, slightly moist from lugging the heavy groceries up two flights of stairs to her apartment, fell over her face. With a short exasperation of breath, she pushed the hair out of her view and started typing a message to her mother.

Hey Mum,

I was able to get pretty much everything on the list you sent, but if this is going to be for more than a few weeks I'm going to need some help financing all of it. My bill was nearly double what it is usually!

Anyway, I will be at the station tomorrow at 10:00.

Love, Stephanie.

Xxx

She slid her phone back into her jeans pocket and proceeded to start putting everything away, hoping that her mother would take the hint, although she doubted it.

It wasn't until nearly an hour or two later that Stephanie finally got a response. She'd made herself something to eat, watched an episode of her show, washed up and even had a shower before her mother finally got back to her.

She noticed the message as she walked into her bedroom and heard her phone ping. Still clutching her towel round herself she made her way over to the dresser and read the message.

Stephanie,

Thank you for doing the shopping. You know how particular Dominque is about her food. I'm sure she won't be with you for that long. It's just easier for her to work if she can stay in the city with you instead of back here out in the sticks. Her train gets there at 10:11, but I would ask that you make sure you're there earlier just in case. Look after her for me.

Love you

Xxx

Stephanie read the message over a few times before grumpily throwing her phone on the bed. It wasn't fair. She'd worked incredibly hard to get into the city's university and out of that little town she'd grown up in. She'd made even more of an effort to not have to go back, even though that meant taking a stupid sales assistant job to make ends meet. But Dominique? She does one or two silly photoshoots and suddenly thinks she can be a model. And now she's going to come and live with Stephanie! For free!

The whole thing just riled Stephanie up. Little Dominique got everything she asked for, whilst everyone else had to work overtime to provide everything for her. It wasn't even as though Stephanie could say anything. She did have a spare room after all. Although she had originally intended to have a friend move in with her instead. That plan had gone up in flames once Dominique got involved of course. And now she was having to buy an additional barrage of groceries and other costly items, things that Dominique demanded and that their mother had cleverly avoided offering funds for. It just wasn't fair.

But then, maybe the harsh reality of everything would change Dominique's perspective? Away from her doting mother maybe she'd learn that if she wanted something expensive, she'd need to buy it with her own money? Maybe she'd realise that whilst she might be a knock out with her good looks and blonde hair back home, in the city she was just another face in the crowd? It was a possibility.

It wasn't even as though she was that much better looking than Stephanie. Sure, she had the blonde hair, blue eyes thing going on, and she was about half a head shorter than Stephanie's slightly taller frame, but otherwise they weren't that many differences. Were there?

Stephanie looked over at herself in the mirror on the dresser. Her wet brown hair clung to her shoulders as though reminding her of the biggest distinction between her and her sibling, but other than that, they were about the same. They were both in good shape, with hour glass figures, which Stephanie guessed was a gift from their mother who also possessed the same body type. They both had the same dimples in their cheeks. They both had reasonable busts, in fact if anything Stephanie was slightly better endowed than her little sister.

She sat on the bed, not taking her eyes off her reflection in the mirror, and dropped her towel off her, revealing her flesh underneath. Her blossoming breasts were on full display now, with her medium sized areolas a nice subtle shade of pink compared to her milky skin, and her slightly pointed nipples standing proud in the chill of the room.

Dominique doesn't have breasts like these, Stephanie thought. Hers were much bigger than her little sisters little B cups. At least Stephanie could actually grab a handful when she wanted to.

As if to prove her point, her hands found their way to her breasts and gently cradled them. Stephanie, still staring at her own breasts in the mirror, and thinking of her sisters, didn't even notice when she began to twist and pinch her nipples. Nor did she notice when her legs slid open and her gaze dropped to her moistening labia.

Lost in the moment and her twisted urges, Stephanie found herself wondering what Dominique's little pussy looked like. It was probably smooth, or so Stephanie imagined, just like Stephanie's was. Her little sister probably got wet just as easily as she did too. Already Stephanie's juices were flowing and marking the towel she was sitting on.

She watched her as pussy contracted with each pinch and twist of her nipples, as though she were a puppeteer of herself. Her body dropped back so she was laying more on her back as she lifted her legs off the ground to see her spasming pussy better, all the while imagining it was really Dominique who was twitching like that as Stephanie played with her sister's nipples.

Then there came a moment of no return. Up until now Stephanie could have been snapped out of her little harmless fantasy by something as innocent as a text message. This had started with a text message after all, and through frustration and creative thinking Stephanie now found herself eyeballing herself like a lustful teenager and envisioning her sister's body in place of her own. But she hadn't fully given in yet. A simple text would bring her back to reality.

Unfortunately for her, a simple text did bring her out of her lustful daze.

Without moving too much from her exposed position on the bed she groped for her phone with one hand whilst the other continued to grope her breast. She seized the device and reluctantly lowered her eyes away from the mirror and to her screen, only for it to send her into over drive.

The message was from her sister.

A normal, simple, message about how she was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow and which outfit she preferred. Included were two pictures, both of her little sister. One showed her in a black all in one bathing suit, the other a red bikini. There was some text there about wanting to sign up to the gym to use their pool, Dominique had always been an avid swimmer, but Stephanie seemed to have lost the ability to read, or even comprehend words.

She stared at the photos, pinching her nipple harshly and biting her lip. She traced her sister curves with her eyes, only glancing up once or twice at the mirror to look at how wet she was getting. Dominique's smaller bust looked so good in the red bikini, but the black one piece made hourglass figure so alluring and prominent. It was so beautiful, so enticing, so... so sexy.

That was the word Stephanie couldn't remember. Her little sister was sexy and she was lusting over her images and touching herself to them.

The towel beneath her was soaking wet now as more of juices oozed out of her and Stephanie knew if she kept this up, she'd cum in no time. She began a rhythmic pattern of pinching her nipple and clenching her pelvic floor, starting slow at first but rapidly getting faster and faster. She could almost hear how wet she was as she clenched and pinched, scrolling absentmindedly between the two pictures on her phone.

And then came the point of no return. Out of sheer instinct Stephanie returned to picture of her sister in the red bikini and stared hard at her breasts as she pinched and twisted her nipples. She was going to cum.

It happened in waves. A tingling sensation ran down her spine from her nipple to her clit, along with a sudden surge of involuntary contractions. Then another wave coursed through her and she felt her pussy begin to leak and drip. A third, and the biggest of the waves, followed closely behind the second and Stephanie couldn't help but moan as she came all over herself.

Still in a state of arousal, Stephanie dropped her phone beside her and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd made such a mess of herself she might need to go have another shower, although getting a clean towel might be a necessity at this stage. She reached down and lightly brushed her fingers over her exposed labia, relishing how wet and slimy it was, before absentmindedly bringing those same sticky fingers to her mouth and tasting the juices. She moaned once more in delight.

Then her phone went off again, and Stephanie snapped back to reality. She dropped her legs, rolled over, and looked at the message. It was her boss asking her to come in an hour earlier for her shift the day after tomorrow. Stephanie replied with a thumbs up and looked at the message she'd been obsessed with for the last ten minutes.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the images, but not in a fun way. Stephanie's post nut clarity had started to kick in, and now she was confused as to why or how she'd even ended up like this. It was all wrong. She didn't even like girls, let alone her sister. That was actually a crime! It was a good job her sister was now eighteen too, otherwise it would be even worse!

She typed a reply to Dominique suggesting something a little less revealing and quickly rushed to the shower to wash off her shame. It must have just been the frustration of everything. She didn't actually think of her sister like that. It was all just a silly fantasy. Nothing more. No need to dwell on it.

But as Stephanie got into bed that night, she couldn't help but think about it all over again. Why had she become so aroused? She didn't even touch her pussy, let alone use the vibrator under her pillow like she usually would. What about it had turned on so much?

Stephanie didn't know the answer to that. Nor did she know that this was just the beginning of a kind of sexual awakening within her. All she did know was that having her sister come to stay with her had just gone from a mild frustration to potentially very problematic.