In three hours I'll be in the office giving a big presentation. We're making a pitch to a potential client and we're hoping to close a deal soon. I work in advertising, by the way. As I finish my coffee, I notice a pair of white panties on the edge of the couch, the sun shining on the bright fabric. Chloe. I'm ashamed to admit this but Chloe is my daughter and these panties belong to her. Her undergarments have become a fixture around my house.
Mornings of a big presentation are when I rehearse, but that feels impossible looking at her panties. I can practically smell them from here, which is embarrassing to admit.
Let me tell you how it started.
In high school she sang in an acapella group. By the age of 23 she turned her passion as a vocalist into a career as a music teacher. She works with kids, even doing private sessions. Fiery red hair. Blue eyes. That innocence and zest for life. Of course, as I've learned, there's more than meets the eye when it comes to my daughter.
Her 'turn' was triggered by the Khan sisters. Identical twins with Pakistani parents, whose father works in tech. They'd known each other since high school, singing in the same acapella group and they remained friends ever since. Where my daughter pursued music, the Khan sisters went into the STEM field and they're still in grad school.
What happened was the Khan sisters dipped their toes in the world of internet porn before taking the plunge. No faces, but their bodies are so similar that they could promote themselves as sisters and that appealed to a large audience. Social media and amateur porn sites worked to their advantage.
Eventually that found its way to Chloe and seeing the forbidden ignited something in her. She watched videos of the Khan sisters every night before bed. The sisters, without showing their faces, flaunted how identical their bodies looked, wearing the same outfits, then standing side by side naked. Their nipples are the same shade of dark. Black almost. She considered each video a window to the darker realms of pleasure.
With that in mind, Chloe isn't the angel she seems; she has hidden kinks no one knows about. For months, she'd been visiting a female domme in the downtown area, enduring whips, spanks, and light flogging until she climaxed. Her interest in BDSM was fueled by her desire to explore her body since living on her own.
One day, under her domme's strap, eyes closed, she had a deviant epiphany that made her squirt across the studio floor.
That was the moment she turned her attention toward her twin sister.
Casey
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The presentation went smoothly and we're in an Indian restaurant having lunch to unwind. Men have their collars loose and women let their hair down. The woman sitting next to me is Maria, we've been friends for years and she's an awesome graphic designer, but when she wraps her lips around a piece of naan, her red lipstick reminds me of Chloe.
When we get back to the office, I sit behind my desk and take a breather. I'm half-tempted to lean back in my chair and rub myself between the legs, but people are returning from lunch and the walls are glass. Perhaps I'll do it in the bathroom later.
Let me tell you about Chloe and her twin sister.
Then you'll understand why I'm so hot and bothered.
In the months following Chloe's newfound fantasy, a spark had been lit under her. She was no longer a woman who worked a normal job and released tension with a domme, she became a woman who needed more. At work, in the gym, meeting with friends, in the back of her mind were the Khan sisters.
And over time, thoughts of her own twin sister manifested. Her name is Casey and their personalities are a lot alike, although Casey is known for having a cynical personality with a cute bob cut. At family parties or lunch at my house, I noticed Chloe gazing at her sister more often, with a different kind of affection.
In hindsight, perhaps I should have seen the signs. But then again, how is any mother going to suspect that one sibling wants to fuck the other?
A plan was hatched where Chloe would make a move while Casey was in a sensory deprivation tank. Those are found in certain spas where a person can lay in a small tank filled with water, heated to skin temperature, providing buoyancy so a person can float. It was something Casey did to nurse a minor back injury from high school sports years ago.
Not that it makes it better, but Chloe struggled with this plan for weeks. She's not some psycho or someone who does things impulsively. She's tried explaining it to me multiple times, begging me not to hate her, and I've tried my best to see her side of the story.
It happened on a weekend early morning. Chloe knew her sister spent an hour in the flotation tank. She knew the whole routine because they'd talked about it before. Her heart pounded and she had second thoughts. By no means was this an easy decision. But if everything worked out, she'd get to experience the highest of sexual euphoria, but if it went wrong, she'd have to beg for her sister's forgiveness.
Chloe entered the room like she was an employee, nice and casual, so her sister wouldn't suspect a thing -- then she entered a new world. She closed the door and saw the deprivation tank with the electronic features activated. It made a low, humming noise. She saw her sister's clothes placed nearby which meant that her sister was nude in the water.
When she approached the water tank, there was Casey, naked in all her glory, floating blissfully unaware, with erect pink nipples and a full bush.
Chloe told me exactly what she thought during that moment, looking down at her sister's naked body. 'What would happen if I touched her? How would she react?' It was the million dollar question and there was only one way to find out. She gazed at her sister's nudity. It was like an offering. A gift from the gods to reward her lifetime of good deeds.
To this day, I can only imagine what went through Chloe's mind, but against her better judgment, she touched her sister's thigh. Her hand grazed up to the crotch. From what I'd been told, Casey didn't resist because she thought it was a 'courtesy' from the staff. Not that they'd provided sexual services before, but there are undeniable erotic vibes in spas and massage places.
From my understanding all that happened in that room was fingering. Chloe used two fingers deep inside of her sister to produce an orgasm, the same way she'd do for herself, finding the g-spot and stroking there. I guess she wanted to see if her sister was built the same way downstairs. Apparently that's the case.
After the orgasm Casey opened her eyes expecting to see a young female employee, only to see her twin sister instead. Horrified would be an understatement. How exactly is a normal young woman supposed to feel realizing she's been made to orgasm at the hand of a twin sister?
There wasn't screaming. There wasn't shouting. Casey exited the tub and put on a robe. They had a heart-to-heart conversation, and while Chloe didn't exactly apologize, she was forthright with her thought process. I don't know the exact details of their conversation, but that was how it was described to me.
After leaving the spa in a state of confusion, it took three weeks before Casey agreed to speak with her sister again. They reconnected on a phone call at night and laid it all out. There were intimate revelations, laughter from old memories, some tears, and the conversation ended with them masturbating while listening to each other breathe. They eventually started sending nude pictures to each other.
