"We bet and you lost, so you have to do it."

Phoebe frowned.

"And what is it that I have to do?"

Sibella grinned.

"Kiss me."

Phoebe looked between Monty and Sibella.

"Is that part of your master plan to get us to like one another?"

Monty grinned. "I just want my girls to be as close as possible." He paused, "But if you really don't want to, then you don't have to."

"Nonsense!" cried Sibella, "You have to do it. Don't you want to know what kissing me feels like?"

Phoebe felt her mouth go dry, and she stammered out some nervous laughter in response.

"Do I have to do it now?"

"Well, darling, I'm not getting any younger, am I?" laughed Sibella.

Phoebe straightened herself. She then came towards Sibella. She took a breath.

She then leaned in towards her, her lips pressing against Sibella's.

To her surprise, she liked it much more than she thought she would. Sibella's lips were soft, like rose petals. She found herself rather liking the feeling of kissing Sibella. Her hands entangled themselves in Sibella's hair.

Sibella placed her hands on Phoebe's waist. Her touch was gentle, affectionate even. Phoebe was surprised. From what she had seen with Sibella and Monty, Sibella had always been rather rough… but maybe she could be gentle… when she wanted to be.

Phoebe found herself inching closer to Sibella, their bodies pressing together. Sibella's hands caressed her face softly.

"Do you two need a room?" Monty interrupted.

Phoebe found herself rather annoyed at his outburst. She pulled away from Sibella, breathless, warm, and glared at Monty.

Sibella's arms wrapped around Phoebe's waist, and Phoebe found herself nearly on top of Sibella. Phoebe's legs quivered at the closeness.

"Are you jealous, darling?" Sibella teased him. "You are the one who wanted us to become closer?" Sibella batted her eyes at him, and laughed cruelly.

"This was my idea in the first place. I only think that I should share in the aftermath."

Sibella let go of Phoebe's waist, a small frown on her face. Phoebe also found herself rather disappointed.

"Aw, you want a kiss too?" Sibella sauntered over to him. She pushed him onto the bed roughly.

"What's in it for us?" she asked.

Monty looked at both of them.

"My company. I think you both rather enjoy that."

"What if we enjoyed each other better than we enjoy you?" Sibella was mercilessly taunting him now.

Monty sat up and kissed her fiercely, shutting her up.

Sibella pulled away after a moment, and wiped her mouth.

"You get rather sloppy when you get all riled up now, dear."

Monty then kissed at her neck, and Sibella laughed happily. Phoebe stood there awkwardly.

"Well, darling, come here," Monty said at last, holding out his arm for her. "I promise there's enough room here."

"Yes, darling, please come," said Sibella, smiling at her. "I think we should gang up on our dear Monty. Won't that be a lark?"

Phoebe found herself smiling and she soon joined them on the bed.