"Tell her" Katie says hoarsely.
Emily's head is somewhere else. A place between disbelief and coming apart.
Coming is definitely winning, because Katie keeps doing that thing with her fingers and tongue.
The thing she does which undoes Emily in a way nothing else ever has. Even the person Katie's talking about.
She just about stifles her helpless semi shout into Katie's pillow when she comes, which is conveniently sited next to her head (by her sister).
Her twin is nothing if not helpful.
Pervy little brotherJames is equally nothing if not resourceful in his quest to catch them naked either. Naked and actually fucking would send him into adolescent orbit. Best not give the little perv a vocal clue about what goes on in the twins bedroom several nights a week. Emily's learned to be as quiet as possible when she comes. Not easy when Katie's so...competent.
Katie strokes her gently through the downside of her orgasm. She's good at it. But then she ought to be. She's been getting Emily off since their joint 13th birthday. A birthday present neither has forgotten.
No party frocks tonight though. Just naked flesh and cool sheets.
As her head clears, she remembers what Katie said.
"Tell her...?" she says groggily. Her post orgasm voice is even huskier than usual.
Katie licks her lips, then slowly sucks her fingers clean. Smirks.
"Or were you planning on keeping it a secret, like forever?"
Emily stares at Katie as if she'd invited James to watch them fuck.
"Naomi?" Emily chokes
"Well, duh...unless you have another secret girlfriend you're keeping from me. Which, to be honest Ems, is a bit unlikely, cos unless Campbell is like, asexual or something, we've both been banging you 5 days a week since college started?"
Emily winces at Katie's crudity. She knows deep down, her sister doesn't mean it, because there's love there as well as lust, but it still grates...Katie talking about what they do like this.
"Yeah, right" she manages, trying to keep the waver out of her voice.
Her on/off girlfriend Naomi Campbell has only just overcome her own inhibitions regarding girl sex, so Emily seriously doubts admitting she's been nailing her twin sister too for over 3 years is going to improve their chances of making it permanent.
"What part of ..."oh, by the way Naoms, the reason I've been so good at getting you off is because Katie and me have been playing hide the finger every night I've not been with you", is likely to stop her running for the hills?"
Katie just grinned evilly.
"Not just fingers Ems...that tongue of yours is pretty sneaky too?"
"Not helpful Kay...I've only just got her to be brave enough to return that little favour...if she finds out you and me haven't just been doing it, but still do, it'll all be over"
Katie shrugs. She only said it to provoke a response.
"Yeah, whatever Ems" she grins "...anyway, its my turn now...get licking?"
Emily fires her twin an angry look, but Katie is already on her back, fingers busy between her open thighs. Crude it might be, but Emily's Pavlovian response to her sisters lewd invitation is inevitable. She leans forward, whimpers at the sight and scent in front of her, before covering Katie's smooth , open sex with a hungry moan.
Katie groans, Emily's tongue is always magical...
It's only later, when they're both well and truly exhausted from pleasing each other that Emily considers what Katie has said. Tell her?
She knows why Katie wants her to. Jealousy has given way gradually to curiosity. About other lips, other bodies. She's too brazenly hetero to the outside world to go on the pull for another girl. But lately, she's been making less than subtle hints about fucking Naomi. It's worrying, because Emily's only just teetering on the edge of panic most of the time.
Fucking both of them, while it's insanely hot as an idea, is dangerous. But what else can she do, but go with it? She's sharing a fucking bedroom with Katie, for Christs sake.
A usually horny Katie.
Emily's way too easily tempted when her sister licks her lips or drops a towel after her shower. She supposes shagging her twin should be enough...for anyone normal. But the taboo thing went out of the window a while back. Nothing that feels this good can be wrong, can it?
And she's definitely not going to stop seeing Naomi. After a whole college year of pursuing, then catching the blonde, she couldn't even begin to imagine letting her go. But then, Katie is such a massive part of her life...and of course her sex life too. They know each others bodies so well now, that they could get each other off in minutes. They'd learned everything about the other over three years of glorious, uninhibited coupling.
It stopped feeling wrong a long time ago. Before the first day of college, when Naomi Campbell burst back into her life.
Katie has the last word, just because she can.
"Shes not that bad, close up. Nice tits, if she could stop hiding them under granny clothes?"
And for the first time, Emily allows herself to think the unthinkable.
XXX
It'll take drugs, she thinks, and alcohol. Naomi is always much more malleable when she's high.
An ambush then...it's the only thing she can think of which will work.
She snuggles into Katie's shoulder, checks the chair is still under the door handle (double safe is always better) and allows herself to drift off. Cupping Katie's right breast in her hand possessively, she smiles faintly, wondering just how a naked Naomi Campbell will fit between them.
It's a nice thought to go to sleep on...