Episode I — Carol of the Belles
As she sat there in the coffee shop, Carol couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself and she totally and utterly hated feeling sorry for herself. It was just that ...
What, she demanded of herself? It was just what?
The university student wrapped her fingers around the mug of hot chocolate and she took another sip. She loved the way the heat of the mug warmed her fingers and there was nothing better than a mug of hot cocoa when it was as cold as it was outside.
So why was she jealous of her sister?
Carol took another sip from the mug.
Now that was a very good question. She liked boys and up until just that very day, she’d thought her younger sister had to. Okay sure, Holly hadn’t really had all that many boyfriends. Okay none really, but Carol had always thought that was because her sister was shy. She hadn’t thought it was because ...
Carol took yet another sip from the mug.
She hadn’t thought it was because her sister was more into girls than she was into boys. Maybe she should have known it though. Maybe there should have been something to tip her off.
Like what, she groused to herself. It wasn’t like lesbians went around wearing signs that said, “Hey, I’m a lesbian,” so how the hell was she supposed to know?
Maybe because Holly was her sister, she told herself. They were supposed to be close. Maybe Holly could have told her and maybe if even Holly hadn’t said anything, maybe she should have known just because they were sisters.
Carol drank some more of her hot chocolate.
And perhaps the worst part about it was the way she’d found about it. It was so clear that Holly and Ivy had thought they were alone. Heck, maybe that was why they hadn’t bothered to close the door to Holly’s bedroom completely. They certainly hadn’t expected Carol to be there but expect it or not, she had been there and she had heard them, giggling and laughing and ... and then more. It was obvious what they’d been doing behind that not completely closed door.
Okay, so her sister was a lesbian. She wasn’t a lesbian Carol told herself but fine, so what if Holly was. She could accept that. She should be happy for her sister.
Okay, if she should be happy for her, then why wasn’t she?
“You want me to warm that up for you?”
Carol looked up to see a man standing over her. He was an old man, a heavyset man with a snowy, white beard. He was holding a hand towel as he looked down at her. He wasn’t the usual sort of person that she would have expected to see here. Usually, the staff was a whole lot younger. “Pardon?”
“I was asking if you wanted me to warm that up for you,” he said jovially.
“You can do that?” Carol asked.
The old man grinned conspiratorially. “I suppose some people might say I should charge you for another drink but the way I see it, I like doing things for people and you look like you could use another cup.”
Carol looked down at her empty mug. She really shouldn’t, she told herself but heck, if he was offering it, why not. “I’d like a little bit more if it’s not too much of a bother,” she said.
“What? No. It’s no bother at all,” and that’s when the old man bent down to pick something up off of the floor. “Here you go,” he said as he straightened up and put a little bottle on the table. “It looks like you dropped this. I’ll have that cocoa ready for you in nothing flat,” and with that, he ambled off to take care of Carol’s order.
Carol looked at the little stoppered vial that the old man had put in front of her. It certainly wasn’t hers because she’d never seen it before but she couldn’t help but be curious. What was in it, she wondered.
The vial had a label on it but the label did little to enlighten her. Elixir of Evvenorah, the label proclaimed. Just one drop is all it takes.
All it takes to do what, Carol wondered.
Whatever it was, the bottle looked as if it was completely full, as if no one had ever used it but what was it.
By that time, the old man was on his way back with her hot cocoa and without giving the vial another thought, Carol shoved it into her purse. It might not have been hers before but it was hers now and there’d be time enough later to find out what it did and besides, there was still her sister to think about. What the hell was she going to do about Holly? Whatever it was, she most definitely couldn’t tell her parents. If she did, she knew her mom would totally freak and dad, well he probably wouldn’t say anything but then hey that was just dad being dad. Dad never said what was on his mind.
Carol finished her cocoa and she still had no idea what she was going to do about her sister. All she knew was she going to have to do something soon.
No one was home when Carol arrived home and she was glad for that. She didn’t really want to confront anybody. She simply went up to her room and took out her books and set herself to getting in some studying while she could. By that time, the vial that she’d gotten had already been forgotten and it languished in her purse until she was reminded of it in a most extraordinary way.
She was doing some studying when she saw mention of it in one of her textbooks. The Elixir of Evvenorah, she thought. Where had she heard that name before?
It still took her a few minutes to finally remember the vial in her purse and then she had to go dig the vial out of her purse just to make sure that the names were the same.
They were.
That was so weird. She looked for additional mentions of the elixir but the one mention was all there was. There wasn’t much more about Evvenorah either except that she had been a Druid priestess that had been rumored to have magical powers.
Curiouser and curiouser.
For the moment at least, she was distracted from her studies as she wondered just what was in the bottle she now held in her hand. It wouldn’t take long to find out what it was, she told herself. An internet search should be able to do that.
Only her search wasn’t as fruitful as she might have liked. Oh sure, she found vague references to it but nothing definitive on what it was until ...
Until she found that one page. There wasn’t much there but what was there was enough. Wouldn’t it be cool if this bottle really was that stuff?
Once again, she examined the little vial really for the first time. There was something about it that she hadn’t noticed before. The bottle didn’t look cheap. It didn’t look like the kind of thing that you could go out and buy just anywhere and more than that, the more she looked at it, the more she had the thought that the bottle was old, too.
Maybe it was but even if it was, it certainly couldn’t be what it proclaimed to be, could it?
Of course it couldn’t. That would just be too fantastic to believe and yet the more she looked at the bottle, the more she just couldn’t help wondering. What if it was?
It couldn’t be, she told herself but what if it was. Now that would be hot and just the thought of that was enough to make her hot. She hadn’t realized how turned on this was making her. She really needed to ...
To do what?
She looked around her bedroom guiltily almost as if she expected to see someone there but there was no one there. This was her room. She opened her jeans and she slipped a hand inside her panties. Oh yeah, she thought as her fingers worked her clitty. Oh yeah. That was certainly a good thing.
What if the vial really was what it claimed to be? To have that kind of power ...
Of course it couldn’t really be that way but what if it was. Her fingers kept working her sensitive, little nub. Yeah, what if it was.
It wasn’t even that she even wanted that kind of power but what if she did have it.
She was almost there. What if she did have it, she asked herself again.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned again as her fingers completed their dirty work. “Oh fuck yeah.”
Once more, she looked around her guiltily. She’d never done that before. Oh, she’d definitely masturbated but not like that. Not with her clothes still on. It just felt kind of weird and kind of kinky to do it like that but still ...
But still what?
Carol didn’t have an answer for that as she finally pulled her hand back from her panties. Her panties were damp now and she wondered if maybe she should change but in the end, she left them where they were. She wasn’t a slut but it was good to remind herself what she could do if she wanted to.
The vial got pushed to the side and maybe it would have stayed that way if it weren’t for something that happened a few days later.
She’d come home from school and at first glance, she’d thought the house was empty which was just fine with her. She had some studying to do and the last thing she needed was for someone to be interrupting her studies so she’d set herself up in the living room because there was more room to spread herself out and because it was closer to the kitchen just in case she needed to treat herself for a job well done and she went to work on her studying.
It was a little while later when she heard the sound of a door opening and she heard voices on the stairs and then moments later, she saw Holly and Ivy come into view and almost at the same time as she saw them, they saw her and it was then that the giggling stopped. “Hey,” Holly said. “I didn’t know anyone was here.”
“Neither did I,” Carol said coolly.
“We were, um, we were just doing some studying,” her sister said.
Carol might even have allowed herself to believe that if it weren’t for the snicker that that statement elicited from her sister’s girlfriend. Studying my ass, Carol thought, but still, she wasn’t going to call her sister on it. She nodded expansively at the books spread out in front of her. “Me, too,” she said.
“Well we were just going out.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
“We will,” and with that, Holly and Ivy left.
Once again, Carol tried to reapply herself to her studies but it was harder now. Did her sister really think she was THAT stupid? It was insulting really, if she did.
She growled to herself. Ignore her, Carol told herself. You’ve got work to do.
Yeah, but Holly ...
Could be dealt with later after her studying was done.
And that was when Carol remembered the vial in her room.
Yeah, what of it?
What if it really was what it promised to be?
It couldn’t be.
Yeah, but what if it was?
It wasn’t, she told herself. Go back to work because the sooner you get this studying done, the sooner you can go on and do something you really want to do.
That was easier said than done because now her mind kept going back to Holly and Ivy. What the hell had those two been doing while she was here studying, she wondered.
It was none of her business, she told herself. Go back to studying.
Yeah but ...
Not buts. Go back to studying.
What about the Elixir of Evvanorah, Carol thought.
What about it? Go back to studying.
How could she study at a time like this. Now, she just had to know. She knew the bottle was in her room somewhere but where exactly was it? It was going to bug her if she didn’t know for sure and how the hell was she supposed to get any studying done if she kept wondering about that.
She knew what she was supposed to do but instead she got up and went in search of the little vial.
She was back in front of her books and drinking a mug of hot cocoa when Holly finally returned. “Hey, you okay?” Holly asked.
“Yeah sure. I’m okay,” Carol said. “Why?”
“I dunno. It seemed like you were a little pissed off earlier.”
“I was studying,” and the Carol corrected herself. “I still am studying actually.”
“I can see that.”
“Is it still cold out?”
Holly shivered. “Yeah, it’s still cold out. Why?”
“You want some cocoa? I have more and I’m just about done here so it’s not like I’m going to need anymore.”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought you said it was cold out but fine, if you don’t want any cocoa, then fine, be that way. I was just trying to be nice.”
“I ... I mean ... I mean sure, a mug of cocoa would be nice.”
“It’s on the pan on the stove. You can help yourself.”
Holly went into the kitchen and poured herself a mug of cocoa and she returned to the living room. “Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be all right?”
“I don’t know. You still seem a little ... tense.”
“I’m fine. How’s the cocoa by the way?”
“It’s good like always.”
“Thanks.” Carol stretched herself and then she stood. “Well, I think I’ve done about as much as I can do here. I think it’s time to knock off while I’ve still got the energy.”
Holly nodded as she took another drink from her mug.
This was it, Carol told herself. It was time to see if the elixir really did what it was supposed to do. She took a deep breath and she went on. “And speaking of energy,” she said, “I know you’re a lesbian slut.”
Carol held her breath. This was it. What was her sister going to do now that she’d said that.
What her sister said and did was absolutely nothing. She just stood there.
“Holly, can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can hear you,” she said tonelessly.
“You heard what I said, right?”
“You said I was a lesbian slut.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And what did you think when I’d called you that?”
“I didn’t think anything. I’m a lesbian slut.”
Holy crap, Carol thought excitedly. The stuff had actually worked. Now, she was going to have some fun with her sister to teach her a lesson. “You’re a lesbian slut,” Carol said again, “but it’s only because you’ve been trying to get my attention. Well you’ve got it. You got my attention. There’s no need to fool around with any other girls because now you’re going to be having sex with me. It’s what you’ve always wanted. You’ve always wanted to have sex with me.”
Holly said nothing.
Carol wondered at that until she realized that for the moment at least, her sister had only been responding to things that she’d said to her first. Well if that was how it worked, there was one way to put that all to the test. “If you’re a lesbian slut, that must mean you want to take off your clothes when there’s a beautiful women around. Isn’t that right?”
“Mmm yeah. That’s right.”
Carol smiled to herself. Now that was more like it. It wasn’t even like she was in to girls like that but there was just something kind of hot about wanting a girl to show herself off for her and the fact that it was her sister, well if her sister was going to show herself off for any woman, then it should be for her and in spite of her own proclivities, she found herself warming to what was about to happen. “Come here,” she told her sister.
Holly came just as she’d been told to do.
Carol put her arms around her sister and she kissed her and she couldn’t help but notice the way her sister kissed her back. “God, you are such a slut,” her words pounded into Holly’s willing mind. “God, you are such a slut. A slut like you takes pleasure from pleasing me. A slut like you lives to please me. A slut like you can’t help but give into her own desires to please me sexually.”
They were still kissing only now it seemed as if Holly’s hands had taken on a life of their own as they caressed Carol’s body.
“Mmm yeah,” Carol purred. “That’s it, slut. Show me what you can do.”
They were kissing again and Carol could feel Holly’s hands as they moved down to stroke her bottom and Carol knew what her sister wanted. Her sister wanted to get her hands inside her jeans but she knew her jeans were too tight for that.
It seemed as if Holly had come to the same conclusion herself because even as the two sisters continued to kiss, her hands slid to the front and she was undoing the buttons on the front of carols jeans and then her hand was sliding down inside Carol’s jeans. Oh yeah, Carol thought. Oh yeah.
And then that hand wasn’t just inside her jeans. Then that hand was sliding down inside her panties and Carol couldn’t help but gasp as she felt those fingers touch her pussy. She hadn’t expected to be as turned on as she now was.
Holly was looking at her now with a impish little grin on her face and that’s when she slid Carol’s jeans down past her hips.
Oh geez, yeah, Carol thought.
Her panties quickly followed the jeans and now Holly’s fingers had even better access to her pussy and Carol couldn’t help but moan. She hadn’t expected to love this as much as she did.
Holly was kissing her again even as her fingers continued to rub her pussy. “I really want to eat your pussy,” she said.
“Yeah?”
Holly nodded even as her fingers continued to do their dirty work. Damn, with Holly’s fingers doing what they were doing, it was getting hard to disagree with anything that her sister might want to do. “Okay, but maybe we should move it to the bedroom first.”
Holly looked at her and for a moment, Carol thought that as hot as the girl was, she might disagree, that she might choose to eat her pussy right there in the living room instead but in the next moment, Holly was nodding her assent and the two of them were moving to the bedrooms.
They moved to Carol’s bedroom and finally, the jeans came the rest of the way off and the panties, too, but Holly wasn’t exactly ready to jump into bed with her sister just yet. She had a request to make first. “I want to see the rest of your body,” she said.
“You do, huh? I suppose that can be arranged but I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“You want to see my body?”
“Uh huh.”
“Deal,” and with that, Holly quickly began to remove her clothes. The skirt and her top. Removing her bra revealed a pair of cute, little breasts. Damn. Was this really making her this hot, Carol wondered.
Holly paused momentarily as she looked back at her sister. Was her sister taunting her, Carol wondered, but then Holly grinned and she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and she pushed her panties down. “Your turn,” she said.
Carol looked at her sister. This was going to be interesting, she thought as she started to unbutton her blouse. Interesting and very hot. She let the blouse fall away and then soon after, she let her black, lacy bra fall away as well. Her breasts were bigger than her sister’s she noted.
“I like your breasts,” Holly purred. “Your nipples, they’re so big.”
“That’s all well and good but I thought you said something about eating my pussy out.”
“You want me to eat your pussy?”
“You know I do.”
“Lie back on the bed then and spread your legs for me,” Holly said.
Carol looked at her sister. Did she really want to do this, she asked herself. After all, she really wasn’t into girls that way but the thought of having her sister eat her pussy out, that was just so hot and besides, she’d already come this far. Why not go the rest of the way so she opened her legs and she let her sister slide in between her thighs.
“Oh wow,” Holly gushed. “Would you look at you. You have such a pretty pussy. It makes me want to do something like this.”
Carol couldn’t help but moan as her sister’s tongue attached itself to her pussy. Fuck, that was good. Her fingers grabbed at the covers of the bed. Fuck.
She’d never had her pussy eaten before but fuck that was good. The way her sister’s tongue danced again her clit was so fucking good and then that tongue would dance away only to return again stronger than ever.
Fuck, that tongue was such a tease. Damn it, she thought. Don’t leave me hanging like this. Come on lick me.
It was almost as if Holly’s tongue could read her mind because it wasn’t dancing away anymore. It was staying put and it was amping her up getting her hotter and hotter.
“Fuck,” Carol groaned. “Come on do it. Make me cum.”
Oh God, she thought. Oh God. Oh God. Oh my fucking ...
God!
Fuck, she was cumming and fuck that felt good and all the while that tongue kept licking her. Fuck.
It seemed as if Holly’s tongue had an endless capacity to make her cum and it seemed as if her tongue was going to prove that as her tongue made her cum over and over again and eventually when her pussy couldn’t cum anymore, her sister moved up to join her on the bed and the two women snuggled and kissed together until both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Sometime overnight, Holly moved back to her own room so that the next morning found Carol alone in bed. That was fine with Carol. She couldn’t help but feel kind of ashamed at what she’d done. She’d only meant to steer her sister away from her lover. She hadn’t meant to get her fixated on her instead.
But if that was the case, why the hell had she done what she’d done?
Carol didn’t have an answer for that but over the next few days, one thing became clear. Something was up between her and her sister. Holly wasn’t exactly avoiding her but when they talked, Carol felt the shortness of the conversation and the coolness in her sister’s tone and she knew it was all her fault.
So if it was all her fault, why did she keep thinking about having her sister eat her pussy again. She wasn’t a lesbian, she kept reminding herself, but all the same, the thought was there. Why?!
It happened one afternoon when Carol came home from the university and found her sister in the kitchen. “Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” her sister said shortly.
Carol took a deep breath. There was no time like the present to have it out with her sister. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder for nearly a week now. I want to know what’s wrong.”
“I think you should know the answer to that one.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s about what we did. It’s about what you made me do.”
“What did I make you do?”
“You made me eat your pussy, Carol.”
“I thought you liked that sort of thing.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Carol just shook her head. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. There’s something else.”
“What is it?”
Holly stayed quiet.
“Come on, Holly. Tell me what the rest of it is.”
For a moment, it seemed as if Holly wasn’t going to say anything but finally she spoke up in a terse and quiet voice. “You called me a lesbian slut,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“I’m not going to repeat it.”
“But I didn’t hear what you said. Come on, Holly, tell me.”
“You called me a lesbian slut,” her sister said loudly. “There, are you happy. I said it, and you know what the worst part about it was. That’s exactly what I was when you said it. That’s the worst of it. I was a lesbian slut. I was your lesbian slut,” and having said that, Holly stormed out of the room leaving Carol to stare after her sister.
Holly was in her room a short while later when she heard a knock at her door. “Who is it?” she demanded.
“It’s me.”
“Go away.”
“Come on, Holly. Let me in.”
“No!”
“I brought a peace offering.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll have to open the door to see it.”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s really good and you’ll really like it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Holly.”
There was still another pause and then Holly opened the door to her bedroom. “What is it?” she asked.
“I brought you some hot cocoa.”
“And you think that’s going to make me feel better?”
“I certainly hope it will make you feel better. I made it just for you.”
Holly took the mug and she stared at its contents. “You know this doesn’t really change anything. I’m still mad at you.”
“I know.”
Holly took a sip from the mug. “It’s just that what you said, that wasn’t a nice thing to say.”
“I know.”
Holly took another sip from the mug. “And I really don’t like being called a slut.”
“I know. I know. I understand.”
Holly took another sip. “You know this is really good.”
“I know.”
“I suppose I could let it slide what you did if you’ll promise never to call me that again.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Why would I do that? Why would I promise to not call you a lesbian slut when we both know that that’s not only what you are but that in fact you like it when I call you that.”
“I ... I ... no.”
“Don’t tell me no,” Carol said.
Holly cringed at the rebuke. “O-okay,” she stammered.
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I won’t tell you no.”
“That’s because you really are a lesbian slut, right?”
Holly nodded numbly.
“Say it. Say you’re a lesbian slut.”
“I’m a lesbian slut.”
“But you’re not just any lesbian slut. You’re a lesbian slut who’s hot for my body. You need me. Isn’t that right?”
Holly nodded again.
“Just thinking about my body makes your pussy wet. Isn’t that right?”
Again, Holly nodded.
“You want to eat my pussy so bad, right?”
Holly nodded eagerly.
“And to think when you came home earlier today, you were trying to act like there was something wrong with me calling you a lesbian slut but there wasn’t anything wrong with that at all. What was wrong was you trying to act like I was the one who was at fault when it was you who was at fault. Isn’t that right?”
Again, Holly nodded. “Y-you’re right,” she stammered. “I was the one who was wrong.”
Carol couldn’t believe she was doing this again. She really wasn’t into girls, she had to keep reminding herself and she really did like boys except ... except that there was a part of her that loved THIS, that loved the total subservience of her sister, that couldn’t wait to get her sister’s tongue between her legs. She couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of that. She couldn’t wait for that to happen.
And then there was that other thought. It would have to be on her own terms of course but it was there nonetheless.
Holly was watching her now. It was time to put the girl to work. “What are you doing?” Carol asked.
“What?”
“Lesbian sluts don’t wear clothes and especially not when there’s a pussy around that they want to lick and we both know that when it comes to licking pussies, there’s no better pussy for you to lick than mine.”
“You want me to take my clothes off?” Holly asked hopefully.
“I’m wondering why you haven’t done it already. Go on slut. Get with the program.”
That was the only invitation that Holly would need to take off her clothes and moments later, she was standing there naked in front of her sister. “Now can I lick your pussy?”
“I suppose you could but we’ve got a bit of a problem.”
“What sort of a problem?”
“You, my dear sister, are properly unattired but me, I still have my clothes on.”
Holly grinned at that. “That shouldn’t be any problem at all. We just have to get you out of those clothes. If you want, I can help.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t we play a game.”
“What sort of a game?”
“Let’s call it the kissing game. For every time I kiss you, you get to undo another button or catch on my clothes until you get my clothes all the way off. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds like fun,” Holly said. “When do we start?”
“No time like the present,” Carol said and she leaned in to kiss her sister and as soon as she did, there was Holly undoing one of the buttons on her clothes.
Mmm, kissing girls was different than kissing boys, Carol thought, or maybe it was just kissing her sister that was different. Her lips were softer and fuller, Carol thought as she kissed her sister again and again, Holly undid one of her buttons.
Mmm, she could definitely get used to this, Carol told herself as she kissed her sister again.
Another couple of kisses and her blouse was now finally open.
So far she’d only kissed her sister’s lips but there was so much more to kiss on her sister’s cute, little body like for instance, there were her sister’s breasts.
She trailed kisses down her sister’s neck and then down to her shoulders and on to her breasts. It might have been a game before but Holly really wasn’t keeping up anymore. She’d managed to get Carol’s top off and she’d managed to loosen the catches on her bra but she was still trying to get to the buttons on Carol’s jeans when she felt Carol’s fingers slide in between her legs and she just couldn’t help but moan.
Fuck, this was hot, Carol thought as she pushed her more ample breasts up against her sister’s. “You really are a slut,” she told her sister.
“Yes,” Holly moaned as she finally got her hands on Carol’s jeans.
Carol wriggled her hips as she pushed her jeans down and it was clear that Holly wanted to help her out of her panties, too, but Carol stopped her sister. “What are you?” she asked her sister.
“I’m a lesbian slut.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
That was all the invitation that Holly needed to slide Carol’s panties down past her lips.
Carol rubbed her pussy. Damn, this was making her wet. She looked at her sister and said, “I’ll bet you want to lick this, don’t you?”
Holly nodded eagerly.
“Tell me again what you are.”
“I’m a lesbian slut.”
“Well never let it be said that I stood between a lesbian slut and what she needs so by all means proceed.”
Holly knelt down and within moments she had her tongue pressed up against Carol’s pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Carol moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Eat my pussy, you fucking little lesbian slut and don’t you dare stop until you make me cum.”
Holly didn’t stop and it wasn’t long before she was making her sister cum and then she did it again and again and again and she was about to do it again when Carol made her stop. “Come up here,” she said. “Come up here and kiss your sister.”
Again, Holly did exactly what she was told to do.
“Tell me what you are again.”
“I’m a lesbian slut.”
“Nuh uh. You’re MY lesbian slut. Your mouth and my pussy, they were meant for each other. You got that?”
Holly nodded. “I got that,” she said. “I’m your lesbian slut.”
“Good girl and don’t you forget that.”
“I won’t.”
As Carol left her sister’s room, she wondered just how much of what they had done would stay with Holly. It was clear that after her first encounter with the Elixir of Evvanorah, after the elixir had worn off, Holly had pretty much reverted back to her normal self and in so doing, she’d resented Carol for the way Carol had treated her. Would this time be the same or would Holly retain more of this new her now that she’d received the elixir for a second time. If what she’d read was to be believed, she should accept more of it the second time around.
It was a couple of days later and Carol was once more studying when she heard a knock at the front door and when she went to answer it, there was Holly’s friend, Ivy. The girl had long straight hair that came nearly down to her waist and nice full lips that had Carol wondering what it would be like to kiss them but just as quickly, she admonished herself because she wasn’t into girls that way.
“Is Holly home?” Ivy asked.
“Why?
“I want to see her.”
“She’s not here.”
Ivy tried looking past Carol. “Are you sure?” she asked, “because I thought she would be.”
“I already told you. She’s not here.”
“Okay,” Ivy said sullenly. “Can you tell her I came by?”
“I’ll do that.”
For a moment, Ivy hung there on the porch almost as if she wanted to say something else but then that moment was gone. “Okay, thanks,” she said and with that, she turned and left.
Carol watched her go and then she closed the door and went back into the house and up to her sister’s room.
“Who was that?” Holly asked.
“That was your friend Ivy.”
“Really? What did she want?”
“She was looking for you.”
“Did you tell her I was busy?”
“I told you you weren’t here.”
“That’s good.”
“Why? Don’t you like Ivy anymore?”
“I like her just fine,” Holly said. “It’s just that I like you better.” Holly’s face clouded over for a moment. “I know that’s wrong,” she said. “I know I shouldn’t want that. It’s just that ... it’s just that ...”
“It’s just that you do.”
“Yes,” Holly said in a relieved tone. It was so great that her sister understood her as well as she did. “Yes, you’re right. It’s just that I do.”
“You’re a good, little lesbian slut. You like to take care of your sister.”
Holly’s face clouded over again. “You know you shouldn’t call me that.”
“Call you what?”
“You shouldn’t call me a lesbian slut. It’s not right.”
“But I like calling you that and let’s face it, any sister who loves her sister’s pussy as much as you do probably deserves being called that more than anyone else. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I guess I don’t.”
“You don’t sound all that sure of yourself.”
“I don’t know. It’s just that I can’t help feeling that something’s wrong.”
“I think I understand and if you want, I think maybe I can help you with that.”
“How?”
“I could let you eat my pussy.”
“Mmm yeah.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’d love it,” Holly gushed. “You know that. You know I love your pussy.”
Carol just laughed. “I know that. I was just teasing you. I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go to my room. Give me five minutes and then you can join me there and if you’re not wearing any clothes, I’ll let you eat my pussy. How’s that sound?”
“I’ll be there,” Holly promised.
Carol was sure her sister would be there and she couldn’t wait. She went to her bedroom and she took her own clothes off and then she waited on her bed.
She didn’t have long to wait before there was a knock on her door. “Come in,” she said.
The door opened and there was Holly in all her naked glory and one glance at her eyes was enough for Carol to know just where her sister wanted to be. “I came as requested,” Holly said demurely.
“You came because you’re a lesbian slut,” her sister said.
After a moment if hesitation, Holly agreed. “Sure,” she finally agreed. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
“I’ve got something for you.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll have to come into my room and kneel before me to find out.”
That was all the direction that Holly needed because in moments, she was in her sister’s room and she was kneeling before her bed.
“Now close your eyes,” Carol said as she went and stood in front of her sister, “and you’re going to get a big surprise.”
Once again, Holly did as she was told to do.
“Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Again, Holly did as instructed.
“Keep those eyes closed,” Carol said as she reached inside her dresser and took out a vial.
“They are closed,” Holly said as best she could with her tongue still hanging outside of her mouth.
Here goes nothing, Carol thought as she let a single drop fall onto her sister’s tongue.
The effect was instantaneous. No sooner had that single drop touched Holly’s tongue than her eyes flew open and there was a wild look in them as she looked at her sister’s pussy. “Holly,” Carol asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”
“Pussy,” her sister said. “I need pussy.”
Carol barely had time to put the stopper back into the vial before her sister was on her pussy and while her sister had licked her pussy before, it was nothing like what she was doing now. She was like a wild beast, hungry and ravenous and it seemed as if the only thing that would feed her hunger was what she was going to get from between her sister’s legs.
God damn, Carol thought as she fell back onto the bed.
Holly pushed her sister’s thighs apart and then there was her tongue going after Carol’s pussy.
Fucking A, Carol thought as she laid back on the bed and let Holly’s tongue have its way with her pussy. Fucking A!
Damn, she was so close. She was right there on the verge. She was ...
Oh geez. She was cumming. It felt so good to cum and what was even better was that it seemed as if her sister wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot, it seemed because it seemed as if Holly was able to simply get off on getting her off and so it was that her tongue kept coming back to her pussy over and over again.
Finally though, Carol had to take control of the situation. She practically had to push her sister away. “That’s enough of that,” she said.
“Aw, come on.”
“No,” Carol said forcefully. “I said that’s enough. You can lick my pussy again later.”
“You promise?”
“Is it okay if I call you my little lesbian slut?”
“You can call me whatever you want to call me just so long as I get to lick your pussy again.”
“As long as you do whatever I tell you to do, I think there’s a really good chance that you’ll be able to lick my pussy again real soon.”
“You can count on me,” Holly assured her sister. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
We’ll see about that, Carol thought as she left her sister. We’ll just see about that.
As it turned out, her sister was right. This time around, whatever the elixir had done to her was not wearing off and she seemed to have an almost perpetual fixation with getting her tongue between her sister’s thighs.
Of course she wasn’t into girls that way, Carol had to keep reminding herself but there was just something so cool about having someone so ready to get your pussy off at a moments notice that Carol couldn’t help but love what was happening to her.
What she didn’t particularly care for was her sister’s lover. Well former lover, actually, but the girl seemed to keep coming around wanting to know if Holly was around. Carol kept telling the girl no in the hopes that the girl would get the message but it seemed as if Ivy never did. Finally in a moment of exasperation, Carol snapped at the girl. “Don’t you get it,” she said. “Holly doesn’t want to see you anymore.”
Almost as soon as she said that though, she felt bad about it because the crestfallen look on the girl’s face just looked so pathetic and besides, she hadn’t meant to be mean. All she’d really wanted was for the girl to go away.
Well, as bad as she felt, there was definitely one person who could make her feel good again so Carol went to find her sister and she wasn’t hard to find. She was sitting in her room reading a magazine. “Who was that at the door?” Holly asked.
“That was your friend Ivy.”
“What did she want?”
“She wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
Carol just smiled. “I think that should be rather obvious, don’t you?”
“So what’d you tell her?”
“I told her you didn’t want to see her anymore.”
“That was kind of mean.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too,” Carol admitted, “but I just kind of lost it. I’m feeling kind of bad about it but I’m also thinking that there’s something you could do about that.”
“You want me to make you feel good?” Holly asked hopefully.
“That’s exactly what I want, you little lesbian slut.”
That was all it took to get Holly to slide in between her sister’s legs. She loved eating her sister’s pussy and she loved to make her sister cum.
“You know, I was thinking,” Carol said after Holly was done with her pussy.
“About what?”
“I was thinking about your friend Ivy. She’s going to keep coming around here asking for you. I don’t think she’s going to go away so easily.”
“You want me to make her go away?” Holly asked.
“No, actually, I think I’ve got something else in mind.”
Holly caught up with her friend the next day. “Hey,” she said.
“Where have you been?” Ivy demanded.
“I’ve been around but that’s not important. I want to talk to you.”
“That’s not what your sister said.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. What’d you want to talk to me about?”
“Actually, it’s more something I want to show you.”
“Okay, what do you want to show me?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise but can you come home with me this afternoon and I can show you then. Can you?”
“Sure. I guess.”
“Oh good. This is so cool. I can’t wait. You’re really going to like this.”
Ivy wondered what her friend had up her sleeve. Whatever it was, it had to be big because Holly was usually more level headed than this and here she was practically bouncing off the walls with giddiness but really, what mattered was that he friend was talking to her again and to think that Holly’s sister Carol had tried to tell her that Holly didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Now it was so obvious that that just wasn’t the case.
That afternoon, Ivy came home with Holly as she’d promised she would do. Along the way there, she kept peppering her friend with questions trying to see what Holly had in mind but whatever it was, her friend wasn’t talking. “You’ll see,” was all Holly would say.
Holly led Ivy up to her bedroom. “You’re going to have to take off your clothes for this next part,” she said.
Ooh, this was just getting better and better and Ivy couldn’t wait to comply and it didn’t hurt any that her friend was doing the same thing as well.
“Now for this next part, I need you to kneel.”
“Why?”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
Ivy grumbled a bit but she did as she was told. At least this was better than the way it had been before. At least now her friend wasn’t ignoring her anymore.
“Good. Now stick out your tongue and close your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
This was so weird but fine. If this was what Ivy wanted her to do then fine, she’d do it.
“No peeking,” her friend said accusingly.
“I’m not peeking.” Okay maybe she had been a little.
“I said no peeking.”
“I’m not peeking,” Ivy said again and this time she meant it. She had no idea what it was that her friend had in store for her but whatever it was, she was sure it was going to be great.
What came next was totally unexpected. One moment, she was waiting there with her eyes shut and in the next, it was as if every pleasure she’d ever felt was suddenly converging on her body and overwhelming her and when her startled eyes flew open, it wasn’t Holly that she saw standing before her but it was her sister Carol who was just as naked as she was.
“Would you look at what we have here,” Carol said. “If it isn’t yet another lesbian slut.”
It never occurred to Ivy that maybe she should be disagreeing with that characterization of herself. It just seemed right to acquiesce. It just seemed right to agree so she agreed that she was a lesbian slut.
Carol offered Ivy her hands. “Stand up, slut.”
Ivy took the hands and she stood and it just felt so good to do as she was told to do.
“You don’t mind if I call you a slut, do you?”
Ivy shook her head. “You can call me anything you want,” she said and it was clear from the way she said it that she meant every word of what she was saying.
“Well since it seems you really want to hang with my sister and me, it only seems right that you let my sister and me use your pretty little body. How’s that sound?”
Ivy nodded eagerly.
“Lie down on that bed, slut.”
Ivy couldn’t help but feel the need to do as she was told to do. She scrambled to lay down on the bed. It was so good to be obedient.
“Open your legs, slut. Let me see that little lesbian slut pussy of yours.”
Once again, Ivy raced to comply. It just felt so right to comply.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” Carol said. “My sister is going to straddle your face and you, slut that you are, you’re going to show her just how good you are at licking her pussy. Meanwhile, I’m going to be here between your legs. I’m going to see just how tasty that little slut pussy of yours is. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds great,” Ivy gushed.
In no time at all, the two sisters were moving into place. She wasn’t a lesbian told herself as she settled between the other girl’s legs. Just because she was licking a girl’s pussy didn’t make her a lesbian.
Mmm, but it was good and the way the slut’s body squirmed while she was getting her pussy licked, that was just so hot.
God, the slut was totally getting off on this and for that matter, so was her sister. Damn, she was going to have to get those sluts to take turns licking her pussy as soon as she got the slut off.
But for now, she was going to get the little squirmy slut off.
And that was exactly what she doing as her tongue savaged the slut’s little, squirmy slut. Damn!
From where she was, Carol had a good view of her sister’s ass. Damn, she hadn’t noticed how cute that ass was. She wasn’t a lesbian but ... damn. “Hey!”
Both girls turned to look at her.
“Now that you’ve gotten Holly off, I think it’s time that the two of you go to work on my pussy. What do you think about that?”
Both girls looked at each other and then both looked back at Carol. It was clear what they wanted. It was a good thing she wasn’t a lesbian, Carol told herself as the girls advanced on her and on her pussy. It was good she wasn’t a lesbian because if she was she might not be able to control herself but one thing was certain. She sure did like it when hot, little sluts licked her pussy and if they did a good job, (and maybe even if they didn’t,) she wasn’t above licking their pussies in return.