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Damn it! Oh, God…
Miranda gasped quietly, her nails scraping at the walls of the small dressing room as she attempted to grab ahold of something to keep herself still. Never in her life did the Cerberus operative believe that she would be in a situation such as this. Then again, there were simply not very many people who would think to have sex in a Lingerie store's dressing room.
Her outfit, a cheerleader's uniform, was thankfully intact. Miranda loathed the thought of exiting the small room with the expensive clothing in tatters and having to explain their condition to the cashier. The tight top had been pushed up to her collarbone, exposing her supple breasts to the cool air. The nipples had grown hard beforehand, though, when an intruder had entered the dressing room unannounced and began an oral assault on Miranda's perfect body.
The small, pleated skirt, conveniently colored the Cerberus black and orange, had been bunched up around her waist, allowing the intruder easier access to Miranda's aching cunt. The Operative was wet, slick with arousal and on the verge of crying out like a wanton Omega whore. The intruder was pointedly making things worse with the insistent lapping at Miranda's sensitive clit, bringing the woman closer and closer to screaming and letting the whole damn store know just what was occurring in the dressing rooms.
How could I let this happen! Here, of all places…
Miranda knew that this was her own damn fault. As she bit her lip to keep a throaty moan from escaping, she silently berated herself for not having the will power to resist the deft touches and skilled mouth of the intruder. Now, she was trapped, clawing at the smooth walls with one hand while the fingers of the other ran through the raven-black hair of the head buried between her legs. As a pair of soft lips and a tongue lavished attention to her cunt, Miranda could scarcely breathe as the intruder's hand reached up to grab one of her heaving tits, kneading and groping the soft globe of flesh like it was a plaything.
"Fuck!" Miranda squeaked, nearly coming undone as she felt dexterous fingers play with her nipple while a hot tongue plunged into her folds.
What finally pushed her over the edge were the fingers that reached up to rub at her clit. Miranda arched her back, hand clasping over her mouth to muffle her cry of ecstasy. The mouth between her legs kept at it, though, drinking Miranda's release as it came spilling from her cunt, lapping it up dutifully. The hand at her breast squeezed hard, holding tight as Miranda reached her peak and letting go as she floated down from her high.
Miranda Lawson exhaled, eye fluttering as her perfect body went slack against the wall. She reached up to brush away a few rogue strands of hair that had stuck to her full lips, clearing them from her flushed face. With reddened cheeks and tired eyes, the Operative lazily looked down to her partner.
Oriana Lawson rose up from between her sister's outstretched legs, lips and chin slick with Miranda's release. The younger Lawson girl had the evilest of smirks on her face as she ran her hands up Miranda's sides, crossing them around her back to bring her sister into a tight embrace. Resting her chin on Miranda's ample bosom, Ori looked into her sister's eyes.
"I take it I was good?" Ori said, her tongue gliding out over her lips to collect the honey she didn't catch in her mouth. She pulled it back into her mouth and gulped down what she caught, giving a pleasant hum at the taste.
Miranda's mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts, but the woman was still able to form a coherent response.
"Ori…" She began, her voice strained. "This is wrong… We shouldn't…"
Little Oriana was having none of it, though. The younger girl planted a kiss on Miranda's breast, followed by another, moving closer and closer to the nipple until finally she had taken the nub into her mouth, closing her soft lips around it as she lavished it with her tongue. That had made Miranda's protests die in her throat, replacing them with small moans and whimpers.
Damn it! How can she be so… good!
"Where… Where did you learn this, Ori?" Miranda manage to say as her little sister sucked on her heaving breasts. Ori pulled away for a moment, letting the tit fall from her suckling mouth with a slurping "pop".
"Does it matter?" Ori asked, her hands now at Miranda's neck, pulling their heads close until they were only a few inches apart. The Lawson girl held each other's gaze for a long, silent moment. It was Oriana who broke the silence.
"I needed to know if you were truly committed to our plane, Randa. I needed to know that you would be able to follow through on the Commander's special night, that you wouldn't back out at the last minute and rob not only Shepard of something special, but me as well," Ori explained as her thumb brushed across her sister's lips. "Now I know. At first I was worried, Randa. I thought you would freak when I came in here and started to grope you. But you didn't. You didn't so much as bat an eye when started to peel you out of your little cheerleader uniform nor did you when I pinned you to the wall and fucked you."
Miranda found herself becoming wet once more, a familiar heat spreading in her lower abdomen as well as her breasts and cheeks. Ori gave her sister a wicked smile when she noticed the blush coming back in full force.
Wow…
Ori closed the distance between her and Miranda, pressing hard her lips against her sister's. It was a deep, heated embrace that made the older Lawson's head spin. Lips morphed together, smacking and slurping as two perfect women made out in the cramped dressing room. Oriana's tongue slid into Miranda's mouth with ease, the older woman moaning as her mouth was dominated by the devilish girl. She could taste herself on her younger sister's lips.
Soon, Ori pulled away, leaving both of them breathless and panting. She gave Miranda a quick peck on the lips, one hand holding her by the chin. Ori smiled, a wicked little curl of her lips that made Miranda shiver.
"We're more like each other than you thought, Randa."
Miranda nodded weakly, returning the smile. Then she stood, her legs still a bit shaky. Taking a moment to right herself, she found that her outfit was still relatively clean. Ori had seemingly done an excellent job of making sure not a single drop of honey was spilled. Miranda oddly felt a swell of pride at that.
Time will only tell if she can pull of such a feat with the Commander. His gifts can be… copious at times.
As Miranda pulled on her usual cat-suit she noted that Ori was watching with an appreciative look on her face.
"Father certainly made us perfect, didn't he?" Ori observed, tilting her head as Miranda made a conscious effort to show off her assets as she bent over to zip up her boots.
Miranda smiled but said nothing, stealing a glance at her sister. During their little bout of fun Miranda hadn't gotten a good look at the outfit her sister chose to buy. Now, Miranda chose to drink in the sight before her.
While Miranda has chosen a skimpy cheerleader outfit with a skirt that barely covered her arse, Oriana had decided on something that would be no less effective in getting Shepard's heart racing.
Little Ori Lawson wore a school-girl's uniform: a white, button-up shirt that was tied into a knot just below her full breasts with a short, plaid skirt that barely reached her thighs. Her image was completed with long, black stockings and a flower clip in her hair.
Oh, yes. Shepard is just going to love you…
When Miranda finally pulled the zipper up to her neck, she gave Ori a look.
"Are you going to get changed back into your clothes or are you going to walk out of here wearing that?"
"I'll be wearing this out," Ori said in her 'innocent girl' voice, giving her sister a sweet smile.
"You'll be getting lots of stares." Miranda stated accurately, smiling nonetheless.
"Let them look."
Miranda gave a short laugh before unlocking the door to the dressing room.
As the two perfect human women made their purchases and left the lingerie store, Miranda couldn't help but feel some odd sense of pride as she watched the people of Illium gawk at the half-naked girl walking beside her.
Yes. We are more alike than we thought…
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I apologize that this chapter is shorter than what I usually put out. But the next one with Shepard and Kasumi is going to rock your socks off, that I promise you!
Something to note: I wrote this while listening to the "Rains of Castamere" from Game of Thrones. Nothing helps writing incest than listening to the anthem of a family that practices it!
Stay Awsome!