**Author's note: This is a work of speculative fiction, for adults only. Mostly, it was written for my entertainment. Hopefully, some of you will enjoy it as well.
It's hard to say exactly how my sister and I ended up living in that studio in Paris. As I stood over my sleeping sister, with the big bay window letting the moonlight wash through flimsy, sheer curtains to spill across Natalie and her woman lover, Claire, I tried to puzzle it out.
First, there had been the robbery. Well, before that was the trip itself. I mean, I don't know what it was that prompted me to join my sixteen-year-old sister on a tour of Europe. Natalie was convincing, when she wanted to be, and since she had raised all the money herself, I guess I thought it would be a blast. Let me tell you, shopping your way through England and half of France with an underage gay sister was somewhat less interesting than I originally imagined.
And then we met Claire. We bumped into her in a butch nightclub north of Paris. Claire was a fashionable French model, with the kinky lesbian tastes to go along with her sultry, copper hair, smoldering blue eyes, and slender, angular face. I fell in love with her almost as quickly as Natalie did. What amazes me, really, is that we weren't jealous of each other. I flirted with Claire, and so did my sister, and none of us showed the slightest concern.
But back to the robbery.
While we were sipping French liquor with Claire, someone broke into our hotel and left with most of our cash and clothes. The hotel staff claimed they knew nothing, and so kicked us out the next morning when we could not pay. That meant it had to be someone inside. Or the attendant that morning just hated Americans. Hard to say.
By the end of the day, we were huddled under a bus stop in the rain, shivering, with the same clothes we'd been wearing for two days. And guess who showed up? Claire. In a BMW. Wearing furs and I think nothing else. I swear I saw her nipples when she leaned over to open the door. The rain on the window made it hard to tell. I haven't gotten around to asking her about it yet.
Anyway, Nat and I climbed into her car and she took us to her flat down by the Thames. It was a small place, but she enjoyed it. Her walls were decorated with naked women, some paintings, some sculptures, and some enlarged photos. One picture showed a woman lying spead-eagle on a bed. The camera was about level with the woman's feet, which meant that I had a terrific view of the model's genitals. Her head was lifted, though blurred, and I guessed, from her hair and blue eyes, that it was Claire. Wow. Normally, I'd make fun of someone with a studio shot of themselves, but this was...amazing. And frankly, it really turned me on.
So, a few days after we started living with Claire, Nat told me she had gotten a job, and that we were going to move to a studio of our own. We garnished enough money right after that to call Mom and Dad, telling them that we were hanging out in Paris instead of tramping across Italy and Spain. They were surprised but not offended that we were going to be in Paris for at least the rest of the summer. Over all, it went better than I thought.
Our first priority in the studio, after a bed, was food. Nat picked out a small, low bed that was almost a futon, almost a mat, and certainly too close to the floor for my taste, but it did the job. There was only barely enough room for the two of us to sleep comfortably, but we managed. There were awkward moments, like when I woke up spooning Natalie with an erection poking her in the ass. She never said anything, so neither did I.
So, here I was, a week later, looking down on two beautiful, naked women, and trying to decide which was prettier.
Yes, I know, one of them was Natalie. But man, she was fine. I'd always known that, in spite of her baggy attire and semi-Goth styles. But seeing her naked, a sheet over one leg and Clair's hand over one breast, I faced Natalie's sensual beauty head-on, like staring down railway tracks at a rushing locomotive. I'd been feeling a little extra-horny with Claire visiting us in see-through shirts and mini-skirts that often showed her panties, but this brought me to a whole new level of arousal.
The breeze from the open window stirred chilly air through the bedroom. I watched in awe as goosebumps started on my sister's chest, traveled downward across her palm-sized breasts, traced over her ribs and tight, feminine abdomen to crest over the beautiful, shaven mound of her groin. I told myself it was wrong to drink in the sight of my naked sister like this, but I could no more turn away than I could stop lusting after women.
Or breathing.
It was then that I realized Claire was watching me. Her luscious blue eyes took in my erection pressing against my shorts. I deliberately looked from her eyes to her breasts. She was small-chested, like my sister, with the tiny, pink nipples of a teenager. I could have drooled over them, if I had not already started drooling over Natalie.
To provoke Claire's interest, I looked even lower, deliberately fascinated with her pussy. Her sex glistened in the moon-washed shadows, and I could tell she was one of those women with small lips. They barely protruded from her lean vulva. To cup her sex in my hand would have been a dream. To taste her would have been unbelievable. And I had seen her semi-naked form in magazines.
Claire's hand trailed across Natalie's stomach, reaching lower slowly, teasingly. Nat rolled her head to one side, her mouth parting in a sleep-laden breath of carnal hunger. I watched Claire's fingers creeping closer and closer to my sister's groin. Her fingertips traced where the goosebumps had gone, until her fingers stopped only an inch from where my sister's sleek, smooth clit peeked from between her vuvla, larger and slightly more enticing than Claire's tiny organ.
And then her index finger eased across the rise of my sister's pelvic mound and down into the furrow of her pussy. The finger crossed Nat's clit, eliciting a long, wavering moan, before sinking into the moist depths of Natalie's pussy. When she pulled it back, I saw that it glistened with my sister's honey.
