"In the tale she told me, she awoke to find her fingers buried inside herself. When I was watching her she was very much awake though. Her pussy was magnificent," she gushed as she regailed her sister with the story. "I did. She was left in her underwear under a table at the party...I don't know what happened to her after that, nor do I care. When I got here, to your room, I destroyed the hideous dress."
There! That explained how she ended up in naught but her knickers in her older sister's bed. It wasn't quite as fun as the lie she had told, but it was a safer story. If they were lovers, would Daphne demand exclusivity in their new relationship?
"It was. I...touched myself as I watched," she admitted with a lustful look as she recalled last night. "Certainly. But Daphne...how can I get past this fear? To be honest, I do not know how to pleasure another, only to tease them. Emma seemed to be vastly more experienced then I am...my Greengrass breeding demands that I not be at the mercy of another. What should I do?"
Gazing imploringly at her sister, she drew aside the red hair to bare her sister's neck. Placing a small kiss against the delicate neck, she couldn't help but press her half-nude body more firmly against the larger body beside her. Rolling her eyes as Daphne demanded that the loaned clothing be returned, it would be only if she did not care for it. If she chose it in the first place, then it would stand to reason that she did like it!
"How far have you gone, sister dearest?" she asked softly. "Could you teach me? Mentor me? Prepare me to dominate Emma Rosier?" she asked even more softly, in a sultry whisper into her sister's ear.