Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2012 21:11:04 -0700
From: Sam B <sbsilverstars@gmail.com>
Subject: Mutual Desire Chapter 9

Mutual Desire

by Sam B.

You should not read this story if you are under 18 or 21 in some areas, or
if it is illegal where you live, as this story contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts between female siblings and other relatives.
The events of the story are fictitious, and I do not condone these actions
in any form.

Chapter 9: The Parents Return

Kat stretched luxuriously in the bed, then her eyes snapped open as she
realized she wasn't at home. For a brief few seconds, she felt disoriented
before she remembered where she was and chuckled at herself. Of course, she
didn't usually spend the night at strangers' houses. The two teenage vixens
who had shown her the joys of lesbian sex through a marathon fuck-session
were not in evidence.

Kat sat up, the sheet falling away from her huge breasts, the large nipples
stiffening in the cool air as she glanced around. She slid out of the bed,
remembering that all her clothes were downstairs in the living room. When
she entered the upstairs hall, she called, "Sam? Kari?"

"Down here!" one of the sisters called up the stairs. Kat slowly descended
the stairs, glancing into the living room where her clothes were no longer
strewn about the floor. She entered the kitchen to find Kari on the
counter, naked but for her collar with her equally naked sister crouched
between her thighs. Kari's long legs were draped over Sam's shoulders, and
her lightly defined abs rippled in time with her sister's licks.

"Where are my clothes?" Kat asked, placing her hands on her wide hips,
watching the display, and feeling a wetness beginning to form between her
legs as Sam's perfect ass wiggled slightly in an inviting display.

"We called..." Kari gasped in pleasure, "Mistress Kimberly... oooohhhh...
an hour ago. She said you... ahhhhh... wouldn't need... them!" She shouted
the last word as she tightened her thighs around her sister's head and
shook in orgasm. Kari hopped off the counter. "Are you reconsidering what
you said last night?" she purred, stopping a few feet from Kat. "Do you
live alone?" she asked suddenly.

Kat slowly shook her head. "No, I'm not reconsidering. I'd like to... try
it... at least," she said. "And yes, I do live alone."

"Lucky," Sam said as she rose off the ground, licking her lips, displaying
a face splattered with her sister's juices. "You won't ever be forced to
wear clothes while you're home," she said.

Kat opened her mouth to respond, but at that moment the doorbell rang.
"Mistress Kimberly!" Kari yelled, hastening to pull the door open, while
Kat and Sam followed behind.

The door opened to reveal the sisters' thirteen year-old Mistress, flanked
by her mother on her right, and a young perky-looking woman on her left.
Both the slaves were clothed modestly (though wearing their collars), while
Kim's clothing displayed her muscular stomach and long, powerful legs and
arms. Both Kari and Sam bowed their heads intoning "Mistress Kimberly," as
they did so. Kat looked at both of them, then bowed her head as they had,
though she said nothing.

Kim crossed the floor, and Kat heard a silvery laugh. "She's beautiful,"
she said, and Kat fought not to let her face flush as Kim circled her,
lightly running her hands over her breasts, her ass, her hips. "Do you have
her clothes?"

"Yes Mistress," Kari responded, quickly moving over to the table and
picking up a bag, which she handed to Kim.

"You won't need these," Kim said. "As you can see, I've brought two
drivers. We'll be going back to Ellie's house for your... 'education'," she
said, gesturing at the small blonde woman and displaying a wicked smile for
all to see.

"Come," she said to Kat, who followed with only a brief hesitation at the
front door, realizing that if any of the neighbors happened to glance out
of their front windows, they would be able to see her. She stepped out, and
Sam and Kari watched her walk away, smiles on their own faces. They shut
the door and Kari gave a small sigh.

"We should get to cleaning, and open all these windows. We don't want the
house smelling like sex when Mom and Dad get home," she said after a moment.

Sam looked unhappy, but nodded. "I'll wash their sheets and replace them.
How long do we have?" she asked.

Kari gave a small shrug. "They said they'd be back in the mid-afternoon, so
four or five hours," she said. "They also said they'd call when they were a
few minutes away."

"So at least we won't have to get dressed until the last few minutes before
they get home," Sam said with a smile.

Kari nodded. "Way to look on the bright side," she said, giving Sam the
most chaste kiss she had all week, before moving off to open the windows.

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When Tom and Kristy Bailey arrived home almost exactly five hours later, it
was to find the house looking about as neat as it had when they had left,
with no evidence of wild parties or any damage to the furniture. Their
children's rooms were messy as always, but their own room had been put back
together exactly as they had left it. They didn't know that just six hours
before their room had smelled like seven days of accumulated sex, or that
their sheets had been stained as though a honeymoon couple had spent an
entire week in it.

They didn't check the box in the attic, but had they, they would have seen
it right where it had been left. They wouldn't have seen that when Sam and
Kari had put back the box of sex toys, they had moved most of them to
hidden locations in their rooms, sharing them equally.

They also did not see the collars their daughters had acquired. Those were
locked in their respective nightstands. All in all, it was a perfect
picture of home. When they walked in, Sam and Kari both looked up from
where they were reading, and beamed. Amidst shouts of "Mom!" and "Dad!"
they welcomed home both their parents, looking hale and hearty after their
long vacation.

"How was your trip?" Kari asked.

Kristy smiled. "It was wonderful. We really ought to do it more often," she
said. "We should get these upstairs though," she said, indicating the
luggage that had begun to accumulate in the living room. As she took her
suitcase upstairs, both Kari and Sam smiled at each other, thinking of the
possibilities that their parents going away for the week more often might
create.

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The next week passed in an odd fashion. The hours their parents were home,
and the lonely nights in their separate beds seemed to crawl by, while the
time when their parents were away at work seemed to flash by. Kim came by
each day to continue their conversion into her personal slaves, driven by a
different member of her harem everyday. Usually attractive young women the
girls did not know, but one day she arrived, driven by Sam's eighth grade
math teacher, barely out of graduate school, and very curvy. By the end of
the week, the sisters obeyed her every order without hesitation, and
expected nothing in return, neither words of praise, nor sexual favors.
They were the perfect slaves, serving silently, and unremarked upon. On
Friday, Kim brought over a collared and utterly obedient Kat, and the four
enjoyed a long orgy after Kim put Kat through her paces.

When their mother arrived home, Sam asked, "Mom, can Emily stay over
tomorrow and spend the night?"

Kristy nodded. "If it's okay with her parents. But your father and I are
taking Kari out to look at colleges for a few nights. Are you going to be
okay on your own until Monday afternoon?"

Sam looked at Kari who looked stricken. "Mom! I don't even start my senior
year of high school until the end of next month!"

Kristy laughed. "It's never too early to start looking at colleges dear.
It's a natural part of growing up. Before you know it, you'll have to
apply. And the more places you know, the better your chance of getting one
you want." She stared Kari down. "Pack your bag tonight, young lady. We'll
be leaving early tomorrow morning."

Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed, the two girls had a
whispered conversation, initiated by Kari.

"Are you going to get Emily to join us as a slave?" she asked.

Sam shook her head. "No," she said. "We're just gonna have a sleepover."

"You're not even going to try to seduce her?"

"What? I'm not allowed to just have female friends now? Did Mistress
Kimberly say anything about that?"

"No, it's just... " Kari shrugged as she let her train of thought trail off.

What Sam didn't say was that she was going to try to seduce Emily, or
rather seduce Emily into going further than the two girls had already gone,
which was only as far as some kissing, and masturbating under the covers.
But she had no intention of turning Emily into a slave, nor did she have
any intention of sharing Emily. The sweet half-black, half-white girl with
a big, perfect ass was going to be Sam's alone.

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Sam awoke the next morning at what her clock said was eight o'clock,
sunlight streaming brilliantly through window, illuminating her fit, tan
body. Her eyes dropped to find she'd thrown the covers off herself in the
night. Her firm breasts stuck straight up, succulent mounds of flesh,
beyond them, a flat stomach, ridged with the hints of a six-pack lay above
a shaved pussy, now highly experienced thanks to Aunt Jamie, Kat, Kim, and
of course, Kari. Her legs were long, and her ass was shapely, though not
overly large like Emily's. Emily, she thought, swinging her legs off the
bed and standing up to get dressed.

She had just taken her collar off and stowed it in her dresser when her
door opened. She turned around, and seeing it was her mother, gave a little
start, and used her hands to uselessly try to hide her breasts and pussy.
Her breasts had grown larger over the previous week; she suspected that
might have had something to do with sex with her sister, and she needed new
bras, but had not had time to go buy any yet. The bras she had been using
barely fit, far too tight to be worn comfortably.

Her mother had opened her mouth to say something, but remained frozen,
unmoving in the doorway for a second or two. "I'm sorry, honey," she said
after a moment. "I was just going to check to see if you were up." Getting
over the initial shock, Sam let her eyes briefly roam her mother's body.
Though she was clothed, the clothes were expensive, and tight in all the
right places, revealing a significant bust line, easily the size of Sam's
own, possibly slightly larger. Though she lacked the disproportionate
hourglass shape of her daughters, her waist was thin, and her hips flared
out nicely. Sam suspected she had a fairly nice ass as well.

"I'm up," Sam said after a moment or two of silence. "I'll be dressed and
down in a minute," she said.

Her mother swallowed, "Of course," she said. "I'm sorry. I should have
knocked."

"It's okay, Mom," Sam said, dropping her hands and walking across the room
to close the door as her mother took a step back. She smiled once the door
was closed. Her mother's attraction to her was obvious, and耀he dropped a
hand to her pussy and it came away wet耀he hoped her attraction had not
been so obvious.

She wanted to masturbate herself, but she forced herself to get dressed
instead, wanting to save herself for the night, knowing that despite what
she had said, she wanted as much firepower as possible to seduce Emily.
Granted, she wasn't looking to turn her friend into a slave, but Emily
might be reluctant to even go as far as being naked in front of Sam. Given
her somewhat conservative upbringing, it was surprising they had gotten as
far as they did.

When she arrived downstairs, her parents were already packed, and a few
minutes later a slightly harassed-looking Kari appeared, lugging a large
suitcase. Goodbyes and hugs and kisses were exchanged. While their parents
were loading suitcases in the car in the driveway, out of view of the front
door, Kari pulled Sam into a long, lingering tongue kiss. "Something to
remember me by," she whispered as she pulled away and turned to walk out
the door. Sam stood stock still for a moment; Kari's kisses could still
stun her now and then. After a moment, she shook her head, stepped onto the
front porch to wave good-bye, and then stepped back inside and closed the
door.

Without a moment's hesitation, she stripped naked and headed upstairs,
putting on her collar. She had done it so automatically it was almost
unconscious, and she smiled, imagining her mistress' praise.  She picked up
her cell and dialed Emily's number.

"Hello?" Emily answered her home phone.

"Hey Em," Sam said, "you can come on over now."

"Your parents are really gone the whole weekend?" Emily asked in a slightly
quieter voice.

"Yup," Sam said. "Why? You have plans?"

"Maybe," Emily said in a huskier, lower voice. "You?"

"Definitely," Sam said. "Come on. I'm getting lonely over here."

"Well, we wouldn't want that," Emily said. "I'm on my way."

She hung up the phone, and Sam gave a slight sigh of relief. With that
phrase she had allowed Sam to put on clothes, since company was imminent.
She tried to pick out a bra, but they all were too tight. After a moment,
she decided to see if Kari had any that might fit her. She doubted Kari
would mind, if she even noticed. She selected a black bra, checking to make
sure it was a DD before she put it on. Even it felt a little tight, but she
reasoned it was probably just because she vastly preferred being naked.
Still, she thought of seducing sweet Emily.

She went back to her room, finishing her dressing by donning a black
blouse, and short skirt with thigh-high socks. She tied her brown hair back
in a ponytail, letting a few strands of the hair artfully escape to frame
her face. She smiled. Perfect. She reached up to remove her collar, and
found her hands couldn't seem to close around it. She tried a few more
times, and each time, some subconscious impulse in her told her not to
remove the collar. Oh well... it wasn't obviously a slave collar. She could
just tell Emily it was a new fashion accessory.

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By the time Emily arrived, just fifteen minutes later, Sam was already
feeling uncomfortable in her clothes. She had not been clothed in her room,
or when her parents were away, so even fifteen minutes clothed made her
uncomfortable. The prospect of at least several hours was practically
unbearable. Her natural state was to be naked. She wasn't entirely sure
when that had switched over, but it was undeniable that she now vastly
preferred being naked to wearing anything.

The doorbell rang and Sam dashed over to open it, revealing Emily. She was
a little taller than Sam, and her breasts were smaller, albeit not by much,
but her waist was just as thin, and her ass was incredible. She got looks
from every male from the age of 12 on up, and a lot of women of the same
age, all of them dreaming about sticking a cock or a finger or a tongue
into that deliciously round ass.

This was a fact not lost on Emily, so she often wore clothes that
emphasized her ass, and today was no exception. She had on a tight t-shirt
that ended just above her belly button, and a pair of tight shorts that
were stretched to the limit on her ass. She showed a lot of leg ending with
socks and sneakers that she kicked off as she entered the home.

Emily was half white, half black, so her skin was darker than even Sam's
well-tanned skin, she had black hair but bright green eyes that seemed a
little larger than normal. All this combined to make her a very desirable
girl. She had been asked out by many guys, but had turned them all down;
Sam strongly suspected Emily was a lesbian, which might make her seduction
a little easier, now that Sam had come to terms with the fact that she too
was a lesbian.... Or had become one now that Mistress had ordered it. She
wasn't sure which one, really. But it didn't matter.

She hugged Emily, and stepped back to smile at her. "You look fantastic,"
she said truthfully, and Emily smiled back at her.

"Thanks," she said. "You don't look so bad yourself." She gave Sam a once
over, and gestured to her chest. "Are they larger?" she asked, and Sam
nodded, causing Emily to laugh. "Hard to believe that just a year ago you
were wondering if you'd ever get boobs, and now yours are the largest in
our year by a wide margin." She paused a moment. "What's with the collar?"
she asked

Sam grinned. "Oh, just something new I thought I'd try. Do you like it?"

Emily considered, and after a moment, nodded. "I think it looks good on
you."

So does Mistress, Sam thought. Aloud she said. "So... what do you want to
do?"

"You said something about some movies?" Emily asked, looking around and
then letting herself fall into a comfortable position on the couch. "I
could do with just sitting down and relaxing for a bit."

"You got it," Sam said. She was fully aware that Emily's family didn't own
a TV for one reason or another, and so the only time Emily got to see
movies was in theaters and when she was over at Sam's house.

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By five o'clock in the evening the two girls had watched a couple of
movies, played a few games and exhausted all the usual talk. Catching up,
what they'd been doing, boys, the local gossip, and all of that. Sam was
becoming increasingly uncomfortable in her clothes, but was trying to avoid
letting on to Emily, and Emily seemed oblivious, now and then casting gazes
at her duffel bag. Finally, at exactly five o'clock she gave a loud sigh.
"Finally," she said.

"Finally what?" Sam asked.

Emily walked over to her duffel bag, and Sam wondered if she was
exaggerating the movement of her ass in those tight shorts. She bent down
over the duffel bag and spent a little too long unzipping it before she
pulled out a bottle full of amber liquid and two small shot glasses. Sam's
eyes widened. "Where did you get that?" she asked.

Emily shrugged. "I know a guy," she said. "I thought we'd play a drinking
game, but my parents say you aren't supposed to drink until five o'clock.
It's five o'clock."

Sam had never had any hard alcohol. She'd had a sip of her parents mixed
drinks sometimes, and a few beers now and then at some parties. "What are
the rules?" she asked as Emily poured each of them a shot.

"It's basically truth or dare, but if you hesitate on the answer to a
question, or refuse to do the dare, you have to take a shot. You can ask
the same dare more than once, but not twice in a row," Emily said.

Sam smiled inwardly. This was perfect. "Who goes first?" she asked. Emily
shrugged. "I'll take 'truth'," Sam said after a moment.

Emily hummed and hawed for a moment before she looked Sam right in the
eyes. "Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"Yes," Sam answered immediately. Emily blinked, obviously surprised.

"I'll take 'truth'," also, she said.

Sam didn't have to think. "Are YOU a lesbian?" she asked Emily.

"Yes," Emily answered almost immediately, and Sam couldn't help but smile.

"Truth," Sam said again.

"Why are you REALLY wearing that collar, Sam?" Emily asked. "We both know
it's not you, and it's not some common fashion accessory. So why are you
wearing it?"

"Uh," Sam began and Emily pointed at the shot glass in front of her. Sam
downed it, shuddering at the bitter, burning taste of the liquor as it slid
down her throat. "I don't really know," she heard herself say hoarsely as
though from a distance. "I just like it."

Emily looked at her quizzically for several long moments before shrugging.
"Okay..." she said after a few moments. "I'll take truth."

Sam stood up. "Do you want me?" she asked directly.

Emily looked surprised. "What-? Do I-? What?" she asked and Sam pointed at
her shot glass, which she threw back before refilling it. "There's... no
denying that you're sexy as hell, Sam. And we've always gotten along well.
And we've done all that kissing. So yeah, I guess you could say I want
you." She smiled. "Now, truth or dare?"

 "Truth," Sam said, smiling slightly.

Emily flashed a small smile of her own. "Do YOU want ME?" she asked.

Sam nodded once. "Yes," she said. "I've wanted you for a while now."

"I'll take dare," Emily said and Sam gave a predatory grin.

"Take off all your clothes," Sam said. "I wanna see that beautiful body of
yours."

Emily stood, and Sam watched transfixed as her friend peeled the t-shirt
off her body, revealing her ample breasts (though they were significantly
smaller than Sam's huge ones) encased in a white lace bra and a toned
stomach. She had nowhere near the muscle definition of Kim, but much like
Sam and Kari, there was a hint of a six-pack there. She undid her belt and
tossed it aside, to reveal panties that matched her bra, stretched over her
large, perfectly round ass. She unhooked her bra and let it fall, revealing
the breasts that stood proudly out, high on her chest, and then, with
agonizing slowness, peeled off her panties, revealing a shaved snatch to
Sam's view. She turned around and Sam's eyes devoured her ass. "Dare," Sam
finally said, knowing what was coming before Emily could even speak.

By the time Emily had finished saying "Take off all your clothes," Sam was
down to her underwear, her huge breasts straining against Kari's bra. "God,
they're HUGE," was Emily's reaction. "They're bigger than D-cup now for
sure," she said.

Sam smiled. "This is a double d bra," she said. "One of Kari's. My own
don't fit any more." She quickly removed it, her impossibly firm breasts
freed from their constraints, and pushed down her panties.

Emily's eyes were transfixed. "Looks like Kari's bras don't fit any more
either," she said. "Dare," she added.

"Fuck me," Sam said. "Make love to me. Let's get lost in a storm of
passion."

"With pleasure," Emily replied, crossing the room towards Sam.

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TO BE CONTINUED....

I promise to get Chapter 10 out as quickly as possible, but I had to break
this up into two parts. Characters are copyright Sam B. all rights
reserved. If you want to use the characters or repost the stories
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