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“Yes, Dylan’s talents with his hands and food? Like none I’ve known!” Bethany laughed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she handed Persephone a glass of delicately pink liquid. “Try this, my love, and tell me what you think? Anika brought back from Sildaraon this week. It’s a special new blend, and of course I adore the colour! Reminds me of the buds outside my bedroom window at home just before they bloomed,” she added as she sat down next to Seph on the lounge. "I was thinking of naming it 'Virgin's Kiss'!" There was no mistaking the mischief in her expression now, the glass reaching her lips and tilting slightly to allow her to sip at the contents.


Persephone arched eyebrow with amusement at the comment. "Well, I can't say that won't attract attention!" She decided aloud, bringing the glass up, only to stop it, just short of lips. A moment's hesitation taken, as was only natural for human instinct, just before continuing to imbibe.

A small jolt. A smile.

"And so will the taste!" Persephone declared, thinking it not in the least bad. Hmm, she could get used to this... Which fitted in perfectly well with Bethany, really. Since they had met and the inevitable taken place, there seemed to be no danger of boredom setting in. None, at all. A strangely casual physical arrangement, yet one which seemed to suit them both.

Draining the contents of the glass down to about half-way, Persephone leaned forward to set it down on the table.

"And quite honestly," she continued, "after a meal like that, I could only think of one more thing to round the evening off...!"

Bethany laughed and nodded, her own glass now half empty and a warmth flowing through her that wasn’t all attributable to the alcohol. “And that reminds me, I must show you the newest sets darling Van has come up with using the lace we’re getting from the girls on Shogun!” she told her, putting her own glass down next to Seph’s and leaning over to kiss the woman. Standing up she headed toward her bedroom, looking over her shoulder as she went. “Let me go and slip into something more delicious!” she teased, throwing Seph a wink over her shoulder before disappearing.

A few minutes later she reappeared, clad only in the lace knickers and bra and leaned against the door frame, looking across at Seph. “What do you think?”

Although representing a sight Persephone had seen many times before, the image of a near-naked Bethany Jereldsen never seemed to lose its appeal and, in many ways, just the right addition of skimpy clothing made it that much more mouth-watering to behold. The paler-skinned brunette's eyes very literally widened and she almost cursed.

"Holy..."

She could do little more than sit there in stunned silence, only gathering the strength to stand after a few moments. Stand and walk very slowly over. Sephy was wearing a classical one-piece, black evening dress, soft and smooth. The combination of purple and tanned skin was an intriguing invention and she stepped ever near. "I think..." She began, quietly smiling, as hand reached out to run along Bethany’s shoulder, trailing fingertips over the lace, feeling tactile, as ever was the case. "I think I've just rediscovered my appetite, lover..."

Because, holy gods, but the other woman looked amazing. Statuesque.

And so very Persephone's...

Gaze twinkled, unable to help taking in the sight of her partner. Persephone knew how to be seductive and it was a trait she often practiced with her. Nevertheless, this was an amazing gift.

"Is it wrong that I don't think I'm capable of not touching you now...?"

Bethany laughed, a low seductive sound that rolled up from her throat. She turned to face her lover, taking her hand and placing it onto her lace-clad breast. “Let me help you then,” she told her softly and was leaning in to kiss her when the door chime sounded. “That’s probably Anika darling, but just in case would you get that for me?” she smiled, giving Seph a wink.

Persephone opened and closed mouth in rapid succession. It was like being on a diet, offered chocolate cake and having it snatched away!

"You-! But-! We-!" Fuming in rather comical manner, Sephy narrowed eyes at the other woman, saying, "Vixen!" Before exhaling in frustration, before merging the sound into laughter.

Begrudgingly moving to the door, Sephy muttered a, "You know you shouldn't tempt me, like this." Because, carbon copies of the mischievous, sexy Bethany Jereldsen? How was Persephone realistically meant to not find that idea appealing? Beth was well aware of that... In fact, it was an issue which provided the both of them much light-hearted material for kinky bedroom games, but still... To get Sephy all wound up and now have to get the door for the woman's sister, did not exactly help matters.

Mostly, because she knew darn well they would both look exactly the same without any clothes on.

So, taking a moment to compose herself, Persephone opened the door to the sight of one Anika Jereldsen, clearing her throat with a, "Anika, hi! Beth and me were just..." A smiling look was cast over one shoulder. "…talking," she excused, inviting her in with a "Come in!"

Anika greeted Persephone with a kiss to one cheek and stepped into the room, glancing across at her sister, now leaning seductively against the door frame, a hand on her hip, the other resting on her stomach as she smiled at her twin. “Hey sis,” she said, looking at the lingerie and nodding. “Not bad. Looks real good,” she commented, moving into the room, her movements a little stiff.

“It is, isn’t it?” she replied, fingers running across her stomach. “What’s wrong?” she quickly said, instantly aware of her sister’s gait and restricted movements. She walked across the room, her face clearly concerned.

“Nothing, really,” Anika said, but wasn’t able to stop the sigh as she sat down, eyeing the two glasses on the table. “Was gonna ask if you could give my back a rub, twisted it earlier and it’s just giving me some grief,” she admitted, face showing her frustration with the injury.

“Twisted it?” Bethany said, knowing that it would take more than any ordinary ‘twist’ to cause her sister any sort of discomfort. She threw Seph a sideways glance, a small concerned frown quickly forming then disappearing as she looked at her lover before turning her attention back to Anika. “Show me,” she instructed, walking over and sitting next to her sister, slipping the jacket from her shoulders before leaning over to look at her back. A nasty bruise was forming and Bethany sat back up, looking at her sister, her tone matching her serious look.

“Anika, what have you been doing?”

Ducking her head a little Anika grimaced then looked up. “Got into a bit of a tussle,” she admitted, knowing there was no point in denying it. She tried to look over her shoulder, the move making her wince and stop immediately.

“Anika, this needs attention, you should have it seen to,” Bethany said, looking up at Seph. “Take a look and tell me what you think?” she asked.

Once the door had closed, Persephone had noticed it, too. The body and how it functioned, especially in terms of mechanics. She watched the interplay quietly and only once beckoned did she wander over. Yes, the sight of Anika's bare back was alluring, but as she sat close, the Mistress looked over the presented musculature before her. "How does this feel?" She asked, placing fingers in this area and that, asking a similar question each time, before frowning with a thoughtful, "Hmmm..."

There was definitely a level of pain present and, as Anika flinched away, Sephy piped up with an, "Uh-uh-uh, Missy! You know what the waits are like for medical assistance, around here... A strain like that's only going to get worse and, seeing as you could end up crashing your little ship if you get a spasm, I think you should let me help... I am qualified, you know."

Anika winced a few times as Seph’s strong fingers pressed on a few different areas, expertly locating the area that was already tightening up, causing the discomfort. She glanced at Bethany, knowing how much her sister enjoyed her evenings with the other woman and how much more relaxed she was after. She shook her head, going to stand up again. “No, it’s OK, I’ll go take a long hot soak,” she said, “I’ll be fine.”

Bethany knew exactly what her sister was doing and shook her head, putting her hand out to stop Anika from leaving. “AJ, you know I’ll worry about you,” she told her softly, “and I can tell you a bath won’t be as good as letting Seph help you out.”

Persephone wondered what went on with that exchanged look, momentarily frowning in curiosity. Whatever it was, she was glad for Bethany obstructing Anika's departure, even if it looked like the latter was ready to bolt for the door, any moment now.

"Honey," the dominatrix spoke, "just let me help... Ten minutes, that's all I'm asking for. Ten minutes with me and you'll feel a whole world of difference, I promise. Heck, I won't even charge!" She joked, winking light-heartedly at Beth. "At least I can give you some relief until you speak to a physician, OK?"

Knowing that Anika would need some convincing, Persephone, well aware of not just points of muscular and skeletal connection, but a few ways to invoke pleasure, too, unknown by most not schooled in the art, moved fingers slowly down the woman's spine, deliberately opting to evoke the latter. It would give Anika some relief from the pain, without having to resort to chemical enhancement.

Was that a small gasp she heard? Hmm, maybe she had given a bit too much, just then. On the other hand... Heh... Maybe it was the right amount. But Sephy was trying not to let her thoughts wander.

Not that Bethany, still clad in that outfit, was helping her, on that score...

"There," suggested Persephone, hoping her course of action had proven convincing enough. "Doesn't that feel better?"

Anika gulped, the feeling of Seph’s fingers on her spine both making her want to go, and stay, for almost the same reason. “Yeah, thanks,” she said, a little stiffly, not wanting to appear ungrateful but not sure she could bring herself to say anything else. She didn’t want to feel the way Seph’s fingers made her feel and she hunched her shoulders a little making Bethany frown for a moment. She knew Anika wasn’t nearly as sexually active as her flirtatious nature sometimes made people think, but watching her reactions to Seph’s touch made her wonder what was going on with her sister.

“Come on, come and lie down and let Seph work her magic darling,” she said as Anika went to stand up again.

Anika shook her head, not looking at either woman and about to turn for the door when her back spasmed again, making her breath hiss between her teeth and body buckle.

Regardless of any reservations, Persephone, for one, was not letting that one go. Anika was clearly in pain and, by the looks of it, very near paralysis. "You are not stepping out of that door!" She told the twin, immediately standing up to ease, with Bethany's help, Anika back over to the couch.

"See, that's what happens when you don't take our advice!" She verbally chastised, although not very seriously, at all. Anika's hand was taken into her own, as she helped the woman gradually sink down. "Now, just wait for a moment," Persephone advised and began a comforting rub of palm over Anika's back, this time with clothing still covering over skin. "There we go..." Because she could feel the muscles at least starting to relax from their state of cramp. There was no way Anika could have made it another step, even if she had insisted on going out the door. With all things considered, Sephy was rather glad she had been there to assist. It was a nice, soothing action she now provided and, whilst taking away the most critical levels of injury, Persephone knew the woman would need a much more intrusive realignment, before the night was out.

"Now, if I'm going to work my magic, like I need to, you're going to have to let us lay you down... You try walking out that door again and I give this 30 minutes before it makes a return - tops."

“You know she’s right,” Bethany told her sister, her own jaw now set with determination, the question of how this had happened filed away for later consultation. She also knew that Seph was right, that they had to get Anika to lie down, and the best place for that, of course, would be on Bethany’s bed. “Come on, let’s get you horizontal so Seph can help you properly, darling,” she continued, looking at Persephone to see if it was alright to get Anika to move right then.

Anika remained resolutely silent, her normally bright and expressive face seemingly locked in the same grim look as she tried to stop herself from showing just what affect Seph’s hand was having on her back,

Persephone's gaze flickered instantly to the more able-bodied twin. Evil Bethany... 'Get you horizontal'? On the same bed they had almost done just that upon, before Anika walked through the door?!

Eyes narrowed again, although that time with a grin, letting the terminology slide, just this once. It was usually Persephone who used the strategic double-meanings. Not that she had not flirted a little with Anika, in the beginning, but still... And besides, realistically, who was she to complain about being in the same bedroom as the twins, hands on one and eyes on the very nearly nude other?

Similarly, without protest from Anika, the three of them made their way into that room, helping Anika to lay, face-down, upon the bed. "Gonna' have to divest you of this," Persephone pointed out, referring to Anika's top. Because she might not have any of her lotions with her, but getting physical contact with skin would definitely help her to feel for what she should do.

Of course, lubricants were one of those products she bought in from the sisters, which meant Bethany was stocked with it.

Mmmm, lotion and the twins...

Blinking away those non-idle thoughts, Persephone spared a knowing wink for her casual lover to the side, before hitching up her own dress to kneel beside Anika. Her hands now smoothed over that troubled back, feeling for the most direct cause of contention and starting to knead and massage, accordingly. Not harshly, not at first. It would have to be delicate. Delicate and... Pleasurable. Even if Anika refused to verbalise it, Sephy could recognise the right type of exhalation, when she heard it.

"Beth?" She asked. "Could you fetch a bottle of that scented lotion for me we spoke about, earlier, please?"

She needed not to identify it by title. The pair had actively used it, the previous night, although probably not for purposes advertised on the label.

Bethany’s eyebrow arched as she recalled exactly what they’d used the lotion for, her eyes meeting Seph’s an a smile slowly curling the corners of her mouth. While still concerned about her sister’s reason for having this injury she knew that could wait, and nodded before leaning over to pull the drawer open in the bedside chest. Reaching in she pulled out the bottle and removed the cap before passing it to Seph. Before letting it go she caught the woman’s eyes again and fixed her with a long look that was a conversation in a moment.

She’d sometimes played her sister for Seph, the behaviours and nuances of her sisters speech and movements known to her as well as her own – after all she’d fooled more than one man over the years. She had broached the subject of Anika joining her and Seph a couple of times, in jest, with Anika each time laughing it off, saying she was sure Bethany was more than enough woman for the two of them. It had sometimes puzzled Bethany at how different Anika had become from her in this area – the number of times she knew of Anika actually sleeping with anyone less than she could count on one hand. So as she let go of the bottle, holding onto the cap in her other hand, she sent a clear message to Seph. Work your magic on her, lover, she needs this more than she knows.

Catching that look, Persephone held it for a few moments more. There was that same mischievousness within it her partner knew well. A hint of suggestiveness, over and above what should be there, over such a simplistic matter as passing a bottle of lotion between them. Even as she opened the lid rubbing the fluid over hands, she kept eyes locked with Bethany.

Persephone did not look away until her grin felt permanent. She knew almost exactly what Bethany was probably thinking.

Replacing the cap and setting the container off to one side, Persephone slid her newly-wet hands over the exposed tan of Anika's back. So very like that of her twin and yet, someone completely new. Someone untouched in such ways, up to now. Palms smoothed themselves up Anika's physique with the delightfully organic sound of fluid against skin and Persephone's fingers began to press, manipulating spine and searching for all those little untapped pressure points so few bothered to learn. Indeed, since the exodus, she might well now be considered something of a leading expert. A thought which caused amusement even as a naughty tingle was felt between thighs.

"Feeling good, so far, Anika...?"

She’d been reluctant, knowing within herself that she couldn’t let herself enjoy this, the pain and injury the only reason she was here. And she had kept repeating that over and over in her head as she’d felt the warmth of Persephone’s hands on her tight muscles and spine. She hadn’t looked up when they’d left having heard the request for some lotion. As she lay there a battle slowly raged inside, one side wanting it to be over, and her back in her own bed, the other telling her to just stop and enjoy and let go… after all these two were women she trusted, and knew, and…

“Huh?” she mumbled when she realised Seph had asked her how it felt. Or at least that’s what she thought she’d asked. “Yeah, thanks, feeling much better,” she answered, voice a little husky.

This was starting to edge into dangerous territory. Yet, for all that, it was also rather enticing territory and getting more so with every application of wet palms and fingers to Anika's back. The earlier episode, of Bethany's identical face and body inviting her so clearly for a sexual liaison, now began replaying in Persephone's mind, knowing so very well that Anika promised a very similar opportunity, should she ever be willing.

And with both at the same time... Persephone almost shuddered and most definitely in the good way.

"Good," came her reply, consciously leaning over, unseen by Anika, to administer a silent kiss to her twin sister, Bethany. As they orally merged, Sephy could feel her slippery grip upon Anika's back beginning to shift into something less aimed for the relief of pain and more at providing distinctly more enjoyable sensations. By the time tongues brushed temptingly against lower lips and then one another, Persephone slid those expert fingers over skin with a positively erotic grace. She had to end the kiss, for fear of doing something too overt, but could only smile a clear message at Bethany, soon looking down to Anika again.

Maybe she really should test the envelope.

"Wait there," she instructed, as if Anika was a paying client, while hands moved to the bottle, once more, uncapping, reapplying and then smearing more of that glistening fluid directly onto submissive twin's torso. Recapping the vessel, Persephone glided hands smoothly over skin again, correcting spine, relaxing muscles, washing away tension and, that time, venturing one of those hands down to the small of back, then back up again. An experimental motion soon repeated, as it neared buttocks on the second pass. Its counterpart, up above, closing around neck, acting upon that, too, in a way calculated to give Anika the incentive to arch and perhaps even writhe.

That bra was getting in the way and fingers soon unclasped it.

"Just to make things easier," Persephone reassured.

Bethany watched closely as Seph worked on her twin, almost feeling the caress of those talented hands on her own skin so familiar with the sensation was she. Her tongue dragged across her lips, the taste of their stolen kiss somehow more sweet.

Anika grunted as her bra was released and Bethany reached down and stroked her fingers through her sister’s hair, as usual hanging loose. Her own was still up, their usual small ritual not having been reached before Anika’s arrival. One hand moved to her sister’s shoulder and slid the strap over the curve of it, encouraging her to lift her arm, which she did without argument so Bethany could remove it. At first Anika didn’t move, the garment still trapped beneath her body, but eventually she lifted herself using her hands, allowing Bethany to get it out from beneath her.

The move made her wince a little, her back not appreciating the move, but at least not spasming again as it would have a short time earlier. As she lowered herself down again she felt the cool soft touch of the silk beneath her breasts, now free of their encumbrance, and her nipples contracted. She tried to tell herself it was because of the silk and nothing to do with the combined touch of Seph’s hands to her neck and lower back.

"Let me get some more leverage," Persephone volunteered, sweeping her own hair back over one shoulder and repositioning herself in a veritable straddle across the collective back of Anika's thighs. She had 'seduced' her several times before, thanks to Bethany's inventive mind, but this was very much the real thing. She had no doubt now that Beth was interested in bringing her sister into their state of affairs, meaning the only thing left was to gain Anika's trust.

Oh, the sheets might end up soaked, regardless, but Bethany was in the fortunate position of being able to obtain many more.

"That's a lot better," Persephone observed, feeling herself settle on the uninitiated twin's rearmost side and slide those hands up again with a further luxurious glide. "Oh, you're tense, Ani," she spoke, emphasising the point with a fresh manipulation of both flesh and vertebrae. "Really tense... Here, let Beth help, hmm?"

She liked that Bethany played loosely with her sister's hair, providing comfort and security. It gave the girl an emotional safety net and as erotic as Persephone would find seeing the twins act out things in an even more intimate way, what she wished Bethany to do was ease her sister into things. To show her support. To demonstrate no judgments would be rendered and that all were welcome between them. That was why she interlaced one set of fingers through the nearest of Bethany's hand, coating it in that same lotion and positioning it at closest blade of shoulder.

"That's it... Your sister's a natural, did you know that, Anika?" Sephy announced, leaning forward to whisper into Anika's ear. "A natural..."

At first Anika was a little confused, the use of her sister’s nickname for her threw her, until Seph called her sister ‘Beth’ and her sister responded. In a way it was almost a small chink that opened in the shell she was trapped in, an opening that let her know that in here, with them, things were different. They weren’t a part of the everyday world in here and whatever Anika did out there, whatever she’d done didn’t count in here, didn’t matter. That’s what she kept telling herself as she lay there, the soothing stroking of her hair, the familiar touch of her sister’s fingers to it almost reassuring, anchoring her.

Bethany’s hand moved over her sister’s shoulder as she had watched Seph do and felt on her own body countless times. “I’ve had a very good teacher,” she purred softly, looking up at Seph with adoration and a wink.

Anika just let out a sound that Bethany chose to think of as acceptance, leaning down to press a kiss to her sister’s temple. “And believe me, darling, she’s very good indeed,” she continued, voice of soft silk caressing Anika’s mind. “Can make you feel better in ways you’ve never imagined,” she continued softly. Anika’s body writhed a little, as her sister continued stroking her hair gently. It was an anchor that kept Anika listening, an age old act her sister had performed for her whenever she’d been upset, or sad, injured, or just in need of her twin. Her eyelids fluttered open, eyes searching for her sister’s face which appeared as Bethany crouched down, kneeling beside her sister, ready to be there if needed. Their eyes met and all Bethany did was nod once, her mouth curling into a smile that spoke volumes.

They were volumes Anika wasn’t sure she wanted to see, but smiled weakly in return, letting the warmth of both her sister’s love and Seph’s attentions relax the sense of alienation and self-denial she had folded around her as a protective cloak for so long.

There it was. The mere fact they were physically identical was not the only temptation for Persephone Solari. Bethany's impersonation had clued her into something else about Anika... A strange sort of innocence, somehow heightening Persephone's attraction to her. The only barrier was in getting through the defenses and that meant a challenge. The prize was what now seemed to be on offer and Sephy virtually purred because of sensing it so attainable now.

"But making fantasies come true is my specialty," added Persephone, "which is just what you deserve..."

Some points on the human body could lead to most unusual reactions. Persephone was aware of many and now concentrated on just such a place upon Anika's spine, engineered to provoke a lightning reflex somewhere deep inside. Somewhere meant for privacy and special fun, which she added to with a sensual contact of wet, pouting lips to the nearest cheek. With no clear protests to it, Persephone kissed again, then again; the third time to neck. Her other hand sliding fluidly up Anika's side to stop at and cup the exposed breast, offering coaxing massage there, too.

"I've wanted to make you happy, for a long time, Ani," the seductive brunette continued, traveling the first hand down and over that curve of Anika's rear, to slip gently questing fingertips between thighs, from behind. Fresh lubrication making the matter so much easier than otherwise. Sephy knew what girls liked. She knew especially what Bethany liked. With good fortune, Anika would be very similar. "We both have... All you have to do is let us. That's not so bad a dream to have... Is it?"

The contradictions warring for control inside Anika made her squeeze her eyes tightly shut, only relaxing them when she remembered Bethany was right there, beside her, watching her. She forced the muscles of her face to relax again, pushing the internal battle back down deep inside where it needed to remain… thought in here? Why should it be allowed to exist anyway?

No, it isn’t so bad a dream, if you can have it…

But I can’t, I shouldn’t, I’ll…

Seph’s hands seemed to know when to press where and a warmth shot through Anika just as she was considering really moving, standing escaping, hiding. Instead it kept her there, her body feeling like it was betraying her again, wanting what was happening, what she could feel was building up, and ignoring her mind’s implorings to remember and escape.

Bethany looked momentarily puzzled when she saw the myriad of expressions roll across her sister’s face. With little thought she stretched out, limbs lengthening from where she’d been crouched beside her sister’s head till she was laying alongside her on the silken softness. Her strokes to her sister’s hair continued but now they included passes across skin, the backs of her fingers gently caressing the smooth skin of her twin’s cheek, gently soothing away the impermanent lines of concern she found there. Such was her concern for Anika, her need to make sure her sibling knew Bethany was willing for Anika to find pleasure in this, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her sister’s lips.

Anika hadn’t been expecting it and her eyes flew open, focus quickly gained on her sister’s face. But almost as if seeing it really was her sister she could feel reassured they slowly closed again. She may not trust herself, but she did trust her sister.

Bethany wasn’t sure what she saw in her sister’s eyes but she did know the acknowledgement and acceptance, albeit nervous, she saw, and repeated the kiss.

Few things could have made Persephone happier. Yes, they had both come to feel desire for Anika's joining them, but such ideas of seduction always seemed to revolve around giving pleasure to that sister, causing enjoyment deep within her. Gifting her with a reason to show gratitude. That was what she now saw steadily blossoming into fruition, pupils dilating, as she was treated to the erotic vision of such luscious mirror images indulging in a deepening kiss. Hardly the first time Persephone had been with more than one female, but this was very special. No customers here. No simple business transaction. Just the flowering of an intimately tremendous potential.

Smiling with real contentment, Persphone's hands did not cease their sensual motions for an instant, seeking only to add to the pleasure of all concerned. Lotion mixed with fingertips and palm, caressing and stroking that exposed length of back into a state of relaxation and physical health, it had not known for several years. Then again, around to side, not groping, but pleasuring that supple flesh now released from the confines of underwear. Fingers rounding a little more to sense and provide Anika's hardened nipple with the stimulation it would crave.

Viewing that kiss was reward enough for Persephone. Still, it continued. A merging of the incestuous, yes, but with healthy enough intentions and Sephy had dealt with some truly bizarre requests, in her time. No, two twins doing so, for reasons of little more than explorative affection, on the whole, was not a sin to Persephone, even if tainted with a delightful edge of forbidden wickedness. She could see them mouthing, helped by her own actions. Tongues seemingly starting to engage, brushing pure velvet over one another's lips and very probably even beyond.

Exactly what Persephone lusted for... And now with a very pro-active front seat, too.

How she loved to see her special girls kiss...

"Beautiful girl..." She hushed into Anika's ear, teeth taking that delicate shell between and unable to have been more gentle if they tried. "Beautiful, beautiful girl," she repeated, tracing the curve with the tip of own tongue, before coming to nuzzle affectionately at neck. The other set of fingers had not stopped and now provided extra incentive, arousing Anika under skirt and through panties. A tender, caressing motion, touching her where she was sure the woman's body had started to crave; doing so in the way to elicit sheer desire.

Such a battle raged inside Anika’s head that later she would recall it having been almost more fierce than that of a Cylon invasion, though the outcome was vastly different, diametrically opposite in fact. It wasn’t fear of death that rose within her, but instead fear of life, of pleasure, of wanting… no needing what was happening. With a shaky breath she inhaled again, the scent of the lotion again permeating her sense and filling her with an almost tangible sense of calm, and more importantly, a sense of ‘rightness’ that allowed the muscles in her legs to flex and bunch, trapped as they were beneath Persephone’s own.

Bethany sensed her twin’s struggle and again stroked her hand across the expanse of her shoulders once Seph had applied more lotion to the palm and fingers of her hand. Again the aromatic lotion released the special blend it was imbued with and again she felt her own arousal increasing.

Persephone's smile widened, becoming something of an open-mouthed grin as she exhaled satisfaction. A small giggle elicited from throat and she reveled in the feel of finally getting through to Anika Jereldsen, in that way which had sparked within her imagination for so very long. Reaching behind herself with one hand, Sephy's enivable dexterity came into its own and fingers searched for, then began to pull at, the zip which held that black dress in place. Within seconds, the material falling away like a second skin, Persephone joined Beth in a display of naught but underwear. Fingers worked next on unhitching Anika's skirt and gaze marveled at the way in which Bethany soothed and calmed her sister, as she did so.

"Anika," she whispered, leaning down to bestow the first of a path of kisses up the woman's lubricated back. Keyed as much for incidental flavour as influence, there was nothing distasteful about the substance and soon more was dispersed, rubbed into skin, over body, with an undisguised eroticism. A slight shifting of weight was all the bed felt, as Persephone moved from straddle over waist to that of a single thigh, interlinking her own either side of it with a happy mention of, "Gorgeous..."

When she felt her skirt being released Anika again felt muscles tense and her breath catch, her mind again battling her basic instincts and a small whimper sounding as her lungs finally exhaled. A momentary clenching of her jaw before this alerted her sister of the hesitation and again she wondered why, the supporting evidence for there being an internal battle governing her sister’s mind becoming more obvious. “Shhhh,” she crooned softly, waiting to see if indeed the battle was going to cause a halt in proceedings. Her eyes were fixed on Anika’s face as the matching pair opened and met hers. About to speak Bethany stopped, catching her words before they left her lips when she saw a momentary flash of what she could only classify as a look of guilt, before it was replaced with a pleading expression, seeking of reassurance. She gave it willingly, her hand running down her sister’s arm till fingers entwined and Bethany gave Anika’s hand a gentle squeeze. About to again give an affirmation of words she paused, looked up at Seph and instead decided to demonstrate. Her hand let go of Anika’s and reached up instead to slip behind Persephone’s neck and ease her head down till their mouths met, a slow, sensual kiss being sought and returned…


'Psychotropia'... That was its name. The lotion with influential effects, now dripping through fingers and smeared so generously over Anika's skin. Not control. It just released certain inhibitions. A liquid substance Persephone's hands refused to cease smoothly rubbing and smearing over that skin, with a definitively erotic intent. A cocktail, too, now not only affecting herself through fingers and palms, but in turn lavished upon her neck by Bethany, helping to elevate her into familiar heights of sheer giddiness.

And now she was kissing that mouth, so well-acquainted with. The twins had a wonderfully kissable face and the bone structure... Exquisite. Sometimes, after they had slept together and she stayed the night, Persephone would spend long tracts of time trailing fingers around that face, finding something calming about beholding that beauty and there were few things, really, which she could name as liking better than to indulge in a slow and engrossing French kiss with her. If she ever let herself, willed herself into wanting so and perhaps took a career change, Persephone could probably fall in love with them both.

Anika was not neglected, not in the least. Her body was praised and worshipped with those sculpting hands caressed and adored in care. Below waist, Persephone flexed and slid that interlock of thighs, taking and giving explorative joy. Above, though, was Bethany's turn. A sweet, emotionally sweltering embrace of tongues beneath a mutual curtain of mouths; jaws leisurely opening and closing against one another. For Persephone, it was almost as if one lover existed now, simply from different angles. Leaning into it, Sephy deepened that kiss, mirroring the very one exchanged between sisters. She adored her, she really did.

From now on, she would cherish darling Anika, too.

Anika’s eyes remained focused on her twin, the kiss she entered into with Persephone like a magnet to Anika’s mind, and she was unsure if she’d ever seen anything so incredible. Her pulse was one physical signal of the affect the sight of the two merging into one was having even though she was frozen in place, almost willing herself not to move, not to cause any distraction. Her body finally did move, her hips twisting slightly as the unpinned thigh shifted aside. The shift gave Persephone’s fingers greater access to their goal, her mind justifying her body’s action as her giving what she was slowly realising was not only something she was admitting to needing, but also what the other woman wanted. She swallowed and shuddered as those talented digits seemed to celebrate the sweet access, stroking and strumming gently, caressing with care and gentleness she’d not realised could be possible from another.

That small moment of acquiescence drew an immediate smile from Persephone, ending the kiss smoothly, if not completely, with a contented turn of head down at Anika.

"Awww..."

Because, as she leant back down to the twin, this truly was the culmination of all she and Bethany had fantasised about together. Sephy's fingertips sought only to reward her more thoroughly and now that Anika was showing willingness for proaction, such a thing had just become so very much easier.

"Ani..."

It was the first time Persephone had joined lips with the other sister and she did not regret it for an instant. A little trilling moan sounded between mouths and she massaged, this time, with lips as well as hands. That of the latter still free, came to rest upon shoulder, gliding around under throat to tilt and turn Anika's head further over to her side and enjoy the kiss. She could feel a shudder and not just from their sensual interplay of fingers cushioning so beautifully against vulva and clitoris. The serene clarity of stimulation took an expert to show in its full glory Persephone, unquestionably, provided all concerned with an almost unholy level of expertise.

But the kiss... At long, long last, the kiss... She could almost taste the innocence behind it. Anika, the scared little rabbit - who knew? But not to be taunted, oh no... Persephone would use that kiss to coax and invite... To offer strength... Bethany had impersonated it so many times and now here it was, the reality, allowing Persephone to physically peruse at her leisure. Fear was there... Even now, it was there... Why was that? Sephy would not press for answers, but she would press lips, indulging and adoring with affection.

"Don't be afraid," spoke Persephone against mouth, "we'll make everything happy..."


Coninued over here as IJ couldn't handle more! Enjoy!