Katie

Sometimes I fucking hate my sister. Not as in "I want you to just go away and die" hate, but I hate the way she trumps me (occasionally) with those puppy dog eyes and sad smile. It works way better than it should do, and it pisses me off big time. That fit Estate Agent Naomi, who almost succumbed to me in the loo at the club is a perfect case in point.

I don't normally bother with new borns. Especially ones over 21. By that time, they have had too many cocks and get sort of conditioned to them. I have complete faith in my bedroom skills, so it's not as if I need any help turning them, at least temporarily, but eventually, peer pressure, family and friends chip away at them. You can't have them naked and moaning under you 24/7, so sooner or later, they go out, get pissed and go home with some lamo guy with his brain in his dick. One half hour sweating under him, and suddenly they're convinced they are 100% straight once more. If you want to fuck them again, you have to go through the whole boring "I'm straight...don't corrupt me" bullshit all over again. Boring much?

So I usually stick to the 50/50 waverers. Which is definitely what Naomi fucking Campbell is. Her face when I flashed my boobs at the bedroom window was the first tick in the box. Almost fingering her properly in that club toilet was just confirmation. She was fucking hot for me, and if my stupid sister hadn't burst in on us, I would have had her...in every way.

She wants it...she wants me. But now she's ignoring my flirty texts. And I know the reason. Emily Jane Fitch. Sister of mine, but sort of my biggest rival in a way. I was always the 'out there' twin from as far back as I can remember. I knew I was gay from the first time I touched another girls fanny (in the shed at the bottom of our garden with the girl next door. The teachers said we were too young for sex Ed at 13...but we managed quite nicely without a book, thank you) Once I moved on to oral and other pleasant things, I was a fully paid up member of the rainbow club. I was never one of those hairy armpit, dungaree clad militants about it. Thats their choice, and good luck to them. I find I get better results being totally girly...until I get my prey alone..then there's no mistaking my fucking orientation. So I cut a swathe through my high school classmates...usually on the sly. A bit of 'private study' here...a bit of sleepover fun there, the odd bit of camping fun. OK, I made mistakes. Some of my targets weren't interested, but on the whole, my school-days were a blast. Emsy followed in my footsteps, like she was negotiating a fucking crevasse with ballet pumps on. Like Bambi with coordination problems. OK, she shagged (I think?) a couple of my cast off's, but she was always so far in the closet, she must have been able to see Narnia from there. Fucking loser. All that teenage fanny about, and she missed out on most of it.

And then this hot Estate Agent turns up on our doorstep, and I home in on her of course. She surrenders, again of course, and I'm ready to bring her education right up to Masters level, when I get interrupted. But worse than that. I've checked Ems's phone when she's been in the shower, and they've been exchanging sickeningly loved up texts about going on a 'date'. Emily must have got to her when I was out. Thanks to my lovely sister, I spent two days trying to persuade my on off girlfriend that I still 'loved' her. Well, if you count loving to go down on her, I suppose I do, in my own way. And she's compliant and adventurous in the sack, so I didn't want to discard her over some misunderstanding about the aroma on my fingers when I came out of the toilets when Emily found me. How was I to know Sasha would think it romantic to lift my hand to her lips and kiss it. I thought that sort of thing went out with the Three Musketeers...

Apparently not, and when she got a whiff of 'Evening Naomi'...she hit the roof. There's not much you can say when your fingers have been inside another girl and your girlfriend gets up close and personal with the evidence, is there?

So Sasha flounced off, and it took me three days to get her back into my bed. The night was ruined. Campbell fled...my sister was shooting me daggers, and to make things complete, shagging the barmaid after hours was a fucking disaster. Well, her husband catching us was the actual disaster...and I never even got to come myself. Bitch. Katie Fitch doesn't do self help these days...not since I was about 13, to be frank, and having to use my own fingers is such a chore. Its what girls tongues are for, innit?

But I'm gonna get my own back today. Emily is at college. I've scammed a sick day, and my mum and James are at some stupid open day for his Grammar School. The coast is clear, and I know that Miss hot knickers Campbell is accompanying a viewing on our place at 3. That gives me two hours before anyone can get back here. Plenty of time. She doesn't know I'm going to be here...but she'll fucking know all about it before she leaves. If I have my way, she'll need physical assistance to get to her car afterwards.

Two hours later, I was ready. I'd had a long bath and used my most expensive Guerlain Orchidee moisturiser to make my skin even softer than usual. I dug out my sexiest underwear and slipped it on. Purple silk, with white lace edgings. The push up bra made my tits look even more delicious than normal, and thats a fucking near impossibility. My tits are my best weapon in seduction, and I know just how to use them. They've been responsible for more licked lips than icing sugar. The knickers were less thong, more Tokyo in Love (and if you have to look that up...you must be a man...)

I slipped my silk summer dressing gown over my underwear and nipped into the conservatory when I heard the cars pull up outside. I knew from previous visits that Naomi would show them around from the ground floor up. Lounge, kitchen, study and cloakroom, before taking them upstairs to the bedrooms. The she would being them back down and show them the conservatory and the garden. Once they were upstairs, I could slip into the study, and wait for them to leave. She always did a tour of the house and doors before leaving. Just basic security, I suppose...but she was gonna get a surprise this time...

Sure enough, I heard her sexy voice in the hall as she went through the spiel. She was good, I give her that..all the good points about the place..knocking back any critical comments with some slick reply. She certainly knew how to use that tongue to convince buyers of houses. Now she could show me how good it was at other things.

When I heard the tread of three people go upstairs, I slipped into my dads old study. I never normally came in here. It makes me sad. His old gym of the year certificate was still on the wall. Despite my mums threats to burn it when she found out just how much he had borrowed from the banks to try to keep his gym going. Poor old dad...living in a fucking caravan is criminal. I'd go and see him more often, but the mud on the site plays havoc with my Jimmy Choos...

I looked out of the blinds to the front when I heard voices in the hallway again. They were making all the right noises...fuckers...and Naomi sounded quite pleased. I suppose she was seeing pound notes...she is an Estate Agent after all, but I decided to forgive her that. She could pay me back in a different fucking currency today. Soon enough, they were leaving...a young couple, in their twenties. He looked like the worst kind of merchant banker swine. All stripy suit and brown shoes. I hated him on sight. His wife was hot though. Bit skinny, but her arse made all the right movements as they went up the path. He had a Porsche, of fucking course. A Boxter...common as garden gnomes around here. Ten a penny really. I prefer Mercedes. Much more room in the back.

Then the door closed and I heard Naomi humming quietly as she made her way around the ground floor, checking locks. I took the chance to pad upstairs as she did. Once I got to my bedroom, I undid the belt of my dressing gown, letting it fall open, and, picking up a heavy paperweight from my little desk, deliberately let it drop to the floor. It bounced off the thick carpet with a dull thud. Loud enough to be heard downstairs. There was a moments silence, then I heard footsteps in the hallway.

"Err...hello...anyone there" she said. There was a nervous wobble to her voice, and I suppressed a giggle at her fear. No one likes bumps in the night...but this was 3.30 in the afternoon, for fucks sake. I stayed silent for a couple of seconds...then closed the drawer of my dressing table with a muffled thud.

"Is there anyone home?" she said, sounding increasingly desperate. I guess she was thinking burglars, but whatever.

Finally. When I didn't answer, I heard her mutter to herself something about being fucking stupid, and I smirked again. Then footsteps on the carpeted stairs. Here she comes, I thought. And very soon she'll be coming in a far more pleasant way...for both of us.

I heard my parents room door open and close, then James room, then Emily's. I just knew she would leave mine till last. I guessed that the fear factor was multiplied when she remembered how she nearly lost her dignity, along with her knickers last time she was up here. Third time lucky, I vowed, remembering her escape in the club toilet.

My door slowly opened and I saw her head edge round it.

"Hi Naomi" I said, and I swear she actually left the floor for a second. Her face went white, then red as she saw me standing there with my gown open enough for her to see my bra and knickers. She swallowed once and tried to keep her eyes on my face, but I could see her failing. She looked once, then twice at my outfit and swallowed again.

"I... I... err, though there was no one home...sorry" she mumbled, trying again to keep her eyes at head level. Another failure. This was going to be fine.

I took a step towards her and she bumped into the door in an attempt to go back into the hall. I reached past her and stopped the door. She blinked at me like a rabbit regarding an approaching stoat. Quite an apt metaphor. She was prey...I was a hunter. The result is always certain. I closed the distance and saw her nostrils flare at the exquisite moisturiser scent. At £200 a tub, it fucking ought to have that effect, I thought.

"Katie...please" she stuttered "Not like this...I really like E..." Then she stopped and her eyes widened as she realised what she had almost revealed.

"Shhhh" I said, and reached up to move a stray lock of hair from her eyes "I know about...Emily...but my sister isn't here. Think of this as education. She's as clueless as you at the moment...while I..."

I brushed my hand down her cheek and saw her shudder. I bet if I'd touched her between her legs now, she would have been soaked...but all in good time.

"N...No Katie" she started, but her fists were clenched by her sides and she was making no attempt to stop me touching her. He mouth might be making all the right noises, but her body had already surrendered.

"Shhhh" I said again "No more words Naomi"

I brushed her lips with mine and a tiny moan came from her. Her eyes fluttered and closed and I pressed my body against hers. She was wearing a smart black business suit and I felt her firm breasts flatten against mine as I deepened the kiss. When my tongue slipped between her lips, she moaned again. But I knew this moan. I had heard a dozen women make the same sound. It was the verbal equivalent of a white flag. Total surrender. I knew then I wouldn't need any more words. Just deeds. And this time, no Emily to interrupt.

She let me lead her to the bed, and pushing her against it, I unbuttoned her suit jacket. It fell to the floor with an expensive whisper. Silk I think...in any case, quality. Just like her. She was wearing a simple white lace bra underneath. Her good sized tits filled it perfectly, but it had to go. I reached behind her, kissing her as I did, and years of practise made it simple to unclasp with one hand. When it slipped from her shoulders, she moaned again, and this time pushed her tongue back against mine. I smiled inwardly. This was the simplest seduction since my art teacher at college dropped her knickers in the store cupboard after some...private tuition. Lambs to the slaughter, all of them.

I cupped her naked breasts, thumbing the small pink nipples until they both stood erect. Her mouth was now hungrily matching mine in trying to get as close as physically possible. I lifted her hand and placed it over my silk covered tit. She palmed it urgently and the moans became more frequent. Someone's secret fantasies were being played out for real here, and it wasn't just mine...

Unzipping her short black suit skirt, I let it join the puddle of clothing at her feet. God, she was hot. Long bare legs and just the tiniest of matching white thong between me and nirvana. But not for long. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and slid it down far enough, so that it fell at her ankles. I chanced a look down as I cupped her pert little bum in both hands. Jesus..she was smooth as a baby down there. Just how I like it. New born in more ways than one. Then I used the faintest of nudges to send her off balance. She sat back onto the bed and looked up at me with eyes hooded with lust. The time for protest was over. She knew what I was going to do with her...and she looked like she couldn't wait. All thoughts of my sister had gone, just undiluted desire in those piercing blue eyes.

I dropped my gown to join her clothing on the floor and reached behind me to unclasp my own bra. Her tongue shot out and licked her lips unconsciously. I had to suppress a grin then. The old icing sugar test, passed again. She followed the progress of my hands as I allowed the cups to fall into my hands. There was a loud gasp when my tits were bared at last. She actually growled then. I felt my own dampness grow as she watched me slip my expensive knickers down my legs. Like her I had always shaved and waxed...so she could see me in all my glory.

She swallowed again and looked up at my face imploringly.

"Katie...don't tease..." she said quietly "I need to...I mean I want to..."

She looked away, I suppose embarrassed at her own inability to form coherent sentences, but I shook my head.

"No more words Naomi...remember?" I said in a low voice "No need "

I pushed her back onto the bed and covered her body with mine. God she felt wonderful underneath me at last. Our breasts pressed against each other, and I slid a thigh between hers, feeling the incredible heat and wetness there. I knew she wouldn't last long, this first time. But if I was right...and we had almost two hours, that wouldn't matter. This time was for her...next time she could learn how to please me.

I reached down between us and slid a hand between her legs. She bucked upwards as my palm connected with her moisture. I didn't need any tricks this time. My extensive repertoire of sexual acts didn't need to be used. She was already past that stage. I could tease later. This time, she needed that itch scratched.

When my finger slid inside her, up to the knuckle, she almost screamed aloud. Her head went back and her mouth opened soundlessly, but I knew inside she would be shrieking. I wasted no time, but added a second finger and began to slowly and steadily move in and out, pausing on the in stroke to curl backwards. She started to pant and moan in time with my measured thrusts. I pulled back from kissing her neck to see this goddess come for the first time with another woman. It was pretty fucking amazing, I can tell you.

I've fucked over 30 willing women, and this was definitely the first time I had cared much to see them orgasm. Usually I'm between their legs, flicking my tongue at a hundred miles an hour. But this time was different, somehow. I wanted to see the object of my lust lose it. And lose it she did. She arched her hips off the bed, taking both our weight, and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Oh fucking Christ Katie" she groaned "You're gonna make me...I'm going to..."

And come she fucking did. I love knowing I've made a woman lose it completely, but watching her thrash and spasm, I knew this was a sight I would never forget. This wasn't just some random, against a scuzzy club wall, wailing her release, before I sucked my fingers dry and went back to party. This was a fucking work of art.

Before she subsided, I had pulled back completely. My mind was telling me to start again...usually they can go again in moments, if I'm gentle...but something told me this was a life changing thing for her...and I paused.

Her eyes opened and I stared at her as her impressive chest heaved and her lungs tried to replace the oxygen she desperately needed.

"Wow" I said, shakily. Since when did I get emotional about fucking a random?

Then those beautiful blue eyes filled with tears and she looked away from me. Suddenly my clever seduction felt like ashes in my mouth. OK, I'd fucked her. But she looked at me as if it was rape. And that's not something I have ever had to deal with before.

I slipped off her and stood uncertainly beside the bed and she leaned sideways in a foetal position and sobbed. I had no idea how to respond to this. OK, some girls get cold feet before sex...and some suffer regrets afterwards. But she seemed broken, as if I had physically hurt her.

"Naomi" I said, wondering why my voice broke at that name

""Don't" she sobbed "Can you just leave me now?"

So I did. For the first time in my life, I felt shit about seducing a willing victim. I went into my parents room and swaddled myself in my mums towelling dressing gown. I wrapped myself in my arms and waited. In a few moments I heard movement next door, then the rustle of clothing. After that, the bedroom door opened and closed. I heard footsteps down the stairs, then the quiet slam of the front door. I didn't get up to see the car pull away, but I heard it.

I sat on my mums bed and stared at the ceiling. What the actual fuck just happened?