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To Each Their Clone	By : lesbiaN7ncest Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A pair of wide blue eyes looked to the face staring at her to her left, then back to the other face to her right. The mouth beneath them shifted from a circular open shape to twisted smirk.
"This is a joke," Oriana said. "You two are playing some kind of weird prank on me."
"This isn't a joke, Ori," Miranda said. "This is very much a real offer on a very real table."
"I'm really allowed to.... to be with you?" Oriana asked, looking at Shepard.
"Yes," Jane said with a warm smile.
"And you're okay with this?" Oriana queried her sister next. Miranda nodded.
"Under the circumstances, yes," the older Lawson told her sister. "We owe you for not telling you the truth sooner. I think it's only fair that you get the thing you wanted most to make up for it."
Miranda had reached up and stroked her sister's hair as she spoke, but then the hand rested on Oriana's shoulder and she gave her sister a serious look. "But remember, this is a one-time deal. You get Shepard once, and then never again." Miranda paused to let it sink in. "Do you understand?"
Oriana looked down for a moment, disappointment creeping across her features. She nodded after a time and looked back up into Miranda's eyes. "Yes. I understand."
"Good," Miranda smiled. "So. When do you want to do this?"
Oriana's brow twisted as she began to think, but Shepard reached up and cupped Oriana's chin, drawing the younger woman's attention.
"How about right now?" Jane asked her suggestively.
Oriana was frozen as Shepard leaned in and brought their lips together. The kiss was soft and sensual, and sent shivers down Oriana's spine. It didn't last very long and Shepard didn't even slip her tongue into Oriana's mouth, but it was still very powerful and telling. It was like a tiny hint of things to come. Miranda was dumbstruck at the sight, apparently almost as surprised as Oriana at Shepard's first move. For a moment there was an instinctive twang of jealously, but it subsided once her brain reminded her gut that she'd given this the thumbs up. She just hadn't expected Jane to act so damn soon.
"Wow," Oriana said as soon as Shepard's lips had parted from her own. Her cheeks flushed as soon as she regained eye contact with Shepard. "Now is... Now is good."
"Good," Jane purred. "Because I'm really turned on right now, and you're looking very tasty."
Jane's face filled Oriana's vision again and once more Oriana felt soft and warm wetness pressing into her lips, this time more forceful. Oriana was a bit reluctant to act outside of just letting it happen for a few seconds, but when Jane's tongue slid its way in this time, she found herself reciprocating readily with a satisfactory moan, wrapping her arms around Jane's neck and shoulders and pulling her closer. It took Miranda a moment to realize that she was leaning in and watching intently, so she gave her head a small shake and stood back up straight.
"Well, I'll give you two some space," she said, and her body turned around and began walking away. Her head on the other hand remained where it had been already though: facing the two women making out.
The three of them were in Oriana's room at the moment, and Oriana was sitting on her bed while had Shepard leaned down to lock their lips. When Miranda and Shepard had asked Oriana to sit down before they outlined their proposal, the edge of her bed was where she chose. Miranda now walked over to another seat Oriana had at a nearby desk, moving it to the edge of the same wall the door occupied. She sat down in it, leaning back casually with her legs crossed to observe what was about to happen. Miranda wouldn't admit it, but she was probably just as nervous as her little sister. She was already a bit annoyed that Jane was getting a little too into this already.
Shepard pulled away from Oriana. Standing upright, Jane grabbed the hem of her N7 t-shirt and hoisted it up and off her body. She extended the arm holding the garment fully to her side and dangled it there for a couple of seconds before dropping it on the ground. Oriana stared at Shepard's breasts, noting that the Spectre had gone braless. From her seat Miranda frowned at this herself before being reminded that this was okay. Shepard smiled down at Oriana invitingly.
"Go ahead and touch them if you like," Jane told her.
Oriana reached up with one shaking hand and gave Shepard's left breast a gentle squeeze, then kneaded and lifted it. The other hand joined the right breast and joined suit as Shepard made a satisfied noise. Oriana looked up into Shepard's eyes, and the Spectre noticed the younger Lawson's ones had slightly hazy, half-lidded look to them. Oriana's chest was already rising and falling faster than before and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Shepard's nipples were hard, which Jane didn't really notice until she felt Oriana's left thumb deliberately flick over the pink nub that capped her right breast. Oriana then leaned forward, bringing her lips to Jane's left nipple, whereby the tip of the girl's tongue flicked across it.
Miranda couldn't see much of what was happening since Shepard's back was to her, but she could see enough to figure out what was going on. She watched as Shepard reached down and stroked Oriana's hair, whispering encouragement to her sister to keep suckling. Oriana's lips were now latched onto the breast like a lamprey, and Shepard liked it a lot. Miranda didn't know why, but she was frustrated that she didn't have a better view, leaning to the side to see if she could catch a glance at least. She was about to consider moving her chair around to a better angle, but then Oriana stopped when Shepard reached down and pulled her sister to her feet. As she did, she encouraged Oriana to move with her, turning them in a counter-clockwise direction until they were both standing almost completely side on in profile to Miranda.
"Now it's my turn to see yours," Jane told Oriana, followed by a cheeky laugh.
Shepard's skillful fingers flicked the three catches that connected the vest of Oriana's favorite ensemble at the front via three blue and white straps. This allowed the redhead remove the first layer, with her next act to push her hands up under the garment at the front, whereby she gently squeezed the two orbs beneath in her palms. Next, Shepard's hands parted outwards to slide the small vest off of Oriana's shoulders. Oriana and Shepard's mouths made contact again for a moment as Shepard leaned in and Oriana arched her shoulders back, finally slipping the piece of clothing down her arms to the ground behind her.
Oriana did the next stage herself as soon as Shepard's lips left hers, removing the straps that held the long, cerulean skirt she wore up. Oriana then loosened the belt at her waist, sending the garment cascading down her legs into a mess of cloth around her ankles. As she removed the item and tossed it away, Shepard made an interested noise, cocking an eyebrow as she examined Oriana's smooth, flawless legs.
"Seems a bit unfair for you to have bare legs when I'm still clothed from the hips down," Shepard noted. The Spectre then unfastened her pants, leaning forward as she slid them down her legs and dismissed them. All Jane now wore was a small pair of white briefs, and while her body wasn't as smooth or flawless as Oriana's had been so far, it was still a sight to behold. Oriana examined Shepard's legs and then wondered how she ever accidentally thought they could belong to her sister. They were so toned and muscular like an athlete, while Miranda's were more akin to her own: smoother and softer, more like a supermodel.
Oriana gave Shepard a hungry look as she followed the Spectre's eyes as Jane stood up straight again. Oriana's index finger and thumb came together at the center of her throat, then ran slowly down the middle of the dark gray and black shirt. They arched up and then down again at her chest, before finally terminating just below her navel, all the while leaving a thin pink line in their wake. Oriana just stood there and gave Shepard a look that said the next move was hers, the short-haired brunette running her tongue slowly across her upper lip.
Shepard needed no such encouragement. Jane hooked her thumbs into the front of the dark blouse at Oriana's stomach, then peeled it open and off of her new partner's body. When it too was no longer covering her, Oriana stood there in a black lacy set of underwear. Shepard hadn't even fully revealed her yet, but already she could she the parallels between Oriana and her older sister. Their body shapes were very similar, though Oriana's rear and breasts weren't quite as large as Miranda's. The latter did look a little firmer and perkier though, though it was still hard to tell for sure until that bra came off.
"Does Shepard approve?" Oriana asked, her voice meeting somewhere oddly in the middle of nervous hope and sultry seduction.
"Shepard does indeed approve!" Jane said excitedly. "You truly are your clone's sister."
"Then do to me what you would do to her," Oriana said breathily.
Oriana reached back and unclasped the black velvety bra, allowing it to pop free from her bosom, and thus giving Shepard a full view of the perfect orbs they once hid. Jane was drawn to them, instinctively licking her lips as her hands reached out and claimed her prize. The noise Oriana made as she squeezed them together and stroked her fingers over them was enough alone for the already growing twinge between Jane's legs to double in intensity. But what neither Shepard nor Oriana knew right now was that they weren't just having a strong effect on each other.
Miranda didn't even realize what was happening to her at this point. She had slowly become more and more lost in the display before her, so much so that she was completely unaware that she had already uncrossed her legs after spending at least a minute subconsciously fidgeting in her chair and folding them over each other one way and then the next. She had no idea that at the first sight of Oriana's bare breasts, one hand had begun to ever-so-slightly run her fingertips across the tip of one of her nipples, while the other hand's fingertips gently tickled slow circles at her inner thigh. In both cases the thin fabric of Miranda's black, skin-tight catsuit didn't do much to hinder the sensations such acts were eliciting.
What Miranda was even less aware of was the fact that the redheaded Spectre had secret plans she'd dreamed up only moments after agreeing to her proposal. She was going to try and get Miranda in on this and have both sisters at once, but she knew she had to be clever and approach the situation in just the right manner. Both sisters loved each other in a familial manner, but Jane figured that with the right tactics she could get them at least open to the idea of taking that love somewhere deeper, more forbidden and exciting. Jane's plan was fairly simple actually: First, get both sisters very aroused in her presence. Secondly, use their existing love for each other in this state to make things seem more than they are. Third, have them express these feelings to each other in a manner that opens them to such ideas becoming a reality. Finally, break down any remaining thin barriers between familial sisterly love and romantic sexual love and open them to the idea that one does not have to exclude the other.
Part one of Shepard's plan was well under way, and it was coming up on time for phase two. Shepard leaned down to Oriana's chest and took one of her nipples between her lips. Oriana groaned in approval as Shepard tended to her, running her hands through Shepard's almost blood red hair. After spending about another couple of minutes with her mouth working away at each of Oriana's tits, Shepard instigated another passionate kiss with the younger Lawson, then pulled away with a hungry slurp and stared into her eyes lustfully. Pressing their foreheads together, ran a hand between Oriana's breasts and rested a palm on her stomach.
"Do you like that, Oriana?" Shepard breathed against Oriana's mouth. "Are you getting all hot for Shepard?"
Oriana nodded without any words, her breathing both quick and heavy. Shepard smiled. "Let me make sure," the Spectre purred.
Oriana gasped as she felt the hand move down her stomach towards her nether regions, where Jane's fingers snaked over her dampening panties until they stopped at the crotch and pressed down ever so slightly. Oriana moaned, and then felt a pang of disappointment as the hand receded back. Something came into Oriana's view just to the right of Jane's smirking face, and she saw Jane's fingers rubbing against the thumb there, a thin coating of liquid shining upon them.
"Oh yes," Jane said. "It seems you are indeed getting worked up." Jane paused and her expression changed. "Is all this because of little old me?"
"Yes," Oriana hissed with desire. Jane smirked.
"Really? The fact that we have an audience doesn't have any bearing on this?"
Jane looked across to Miranda, now catching sight of the fact that the observing older Lawson woman was noticeably squeezing a breast with one hand and running two fingers slowly up and down at the nexus between her thighs. Oriana's eyes widened and she looked across to her sister as well, which caused Miranda to come to her senses and quickly stop. For the first time in a while it actually dawned on her what she'd been doing for the past few minutes and she became both frustrated and disgusted at herself. Why was she doing this? Sure, Shepard was in the early stages of making love to another woman, but that other woman was her sister. She was supposed to be observing this to make sure things went down properly, not to get off on it. As soon as Miranda's eyes met with Oriana's, the younger Lawson's cheeks reddened even more and she looked away.
"No, I...." Oriana began, and she looked back at Shepard. "I completely forgot about her being there. I was so focused on you."
Oriana wasn't actually lying, and she pretty much had forgot about Miranda's spectating the moment when Shepard removed her top. Jane ignored this and smiled wickedly. "It seems she was enjoying the show too," she whispered to Oriana. "Perhaps we should get closer so she can have a proper look?"
Oriana didn't say anything, instead merely looking a little confused and concerned. She didn't resist when Shepard carefully encouraged her to take a few steps sideways along with her with nothing more than a little press against her shoulder. Miranda jolted more upright in her chair as the two almost naked women came closer. It was only a few feet, probably not much more than a yard, but it was enough to startle her.
"Shepard?!" she exclaimed, trying to sit in the more professional manner she had started in. "What are you--"
"Just making sure you're not missing anything, Miri," Shepard interrupted slyly. "After all, you need to know this is being done properly. We can't have me corrupting your cute little sister, can we?"
Miranda frowned, her lips twisted in a manner that let Shepard know that she knew she was up to something. Her silence though let Shepard know that Miranda wasn't quite yet sure what it was yet, and didn't want to call her on it. Shepard's smirk grew at the fact Miranda was letting her continue for at least the moment, and she turned back to Oriana.
"And you are very, very cute, Oriana," Jane told Oriana in a seductive voice. "In fact, your sister even said so last night." A brief pause. "Well, I was the one who actually said it, but she agreed. Didn't you, Miri?"
"What are you up to, Shepard?" Miranda asked suspiciously, crossing her arms. Jane feigned innocence.
"Nothing. I'm just complimenting your sister, and telling her that you agreed with me too," Jane defended. She looked back to Oriana. "Has Miranda ever told you that you were cute before?"
Oriana seemed reluctant to answer, and was searching for words. She looked to Miranda for a moment, then back to Shepard. "Well.... no," she admitted.
"Well, she agreed with me that you were," Jane said. "I think she should tell you," Jane looked to Miranda. "Go on, Miri. Tell your sister how cute she looks. It will help her to build a more positive self image, especially if it comes from somebody as beautiful as you. After all, she does idolize you so."
Miranda blinked a couple of times before her expression softened. As Oriana looked back to Miranda and their eyes met again, Shepard carefully began to rub her thumb across one of Oriana's nipples and ever so slightly moved one leg forward to that her thigh lightly pressed into Oriana's crotch, just as Miranda spoke to her sister. "I think you're very cute, Ori," Miranda told her.
Miranda's statement was expressed with genuine warmth in nothing more than a sisterly manner. But Shepard's actions combined with how worked up Oriana already was meant that the first seeds of Shepard's plan had been sewn and Oriana didn't even know it yet. "Th-thanks," she said with a blush.
"And she's right," Shepard told Oriana, encouraging her to face her with a single finger pressing gently to Oriana's cheek. "After all you take after your extremely attractive sister."
Shepard leaned in and kissed Oriana deeply, then leaned back and stroked Oriana's hair lovingly. "Yes, so much like her," Shepard said enticingly. "You do think Miranda is attractive, don't you?"
Oriana's brow twisted, and she glanced to Miranda briefly before looking back at Shepard. "She's my sister," Oriana stated plainly. "I've never really thought about her like that before."
"But that doesn't change the fact that she is, does it?" Jane responded. "She's still a beautiful woman, right? She is still intelligent and witty, with a wonderful personality. She still has the attributes that you'd find attractive in a person, doesn't she?"
Oriana looked at Miranda again for a couple of seconds, then whispered her response with her head down in embarrassment. "Yes," she admitted.
"Also, are you honestly telling me that you haven't briefly checked her out when she's wearing one of those catsuits she likes so much?" Shepard added. "Even just a quick glance, instinctively?"
Oriana didn't say anything, but she did seem to shrink and blush in a manner that hinted that she had in fact done so. Shepard smiled, but didn't call her on it.
"Then there's no shame or impropriety in admitting that you acknowledge she's an attractive woman, even if she is your sister," Jane told Oriana, trying to sound nurturing and noble, despite her intentions being anything but pure. "Go on. Tell her," Jane encouraged further.
Oriana turned to Miranda, trying to give her as best a smile she could, despite feeling uneasy. "You're very attractive, Randa."
Miranda felt even more uncomfortable than Oriana at this. Something about her almost naked sister telling her this sent a shiver down her spine, and brought a heat to her face she didn't expect. Both sisters were too busy staring at each other's faces to notice the observant Shepard smiling proudly to herself as she watched her plan take another step closer to becoming a reality. Miranda only helped matters through her next words.
"Thank you, Ori," Miranda said, and then there was a moment of silence. "So are you," she added.
It was another moment to add to the recent habit the Lawson sisters were getting into of saying things without fully thinking of it. Shepard took advantage of the unforeseen bonus Miranda offered by lightly brushing Oriana's crotch again with her thigh as if an accident, right after she saw Oriana's lips curl into a coy smile while her eyelids fluttered at Miranda's returned compliment. Oriana let out an almost inaudible squeak at the contact, and then turned to Shepard's very pleased visage.
"I think that's enough heart-to-heart talk between the sisters," Shepard told Oriana, cupping her chin. "Time to get back to business."
Shepard pulled Oriana to her to commence another passionate kiss. Jane ran her hands over Oriana's bare back as the younger Lawson reciprocated, groping at a breast here and squeezing an ass cheek there. As it went on, Oriana got more into things too, and was soon rubbing herself on Shepard's firm thigh whenever she could. This too was part of Jane's plan, and while it may have seemed to deviate from a beginning that was already looking very hopeful, Jane knew she had to do this just right or it wouldn't work. For starters, Miranda was already getting suspicious, so playing things too strongly too fast would only end in disaster. Secondly, the trick wasn't to try and get the sisters in on this directly, but to get them to encourage each other into it.
Jane knew that if she took the direct approach, she'd be tossed aside and end up with neither of them, accused of all kinds of perverted things that were, to be honest, quite true. She needed a more hands-off approach where she pushed the sisters towards each other, and without them really even realizing that they were doing it until it was too late. She couldn't get Miranda to agree to become intimate with Oriana, nor could she get Oriana to agree to become intimate with Miranda. What she could do, if she played it just right, is have both of them agree to become intimate with each other. And all she needed to do was set them up to do so with the right prompts at the right moments. And a key part of this plan was getting them both worked up.
It was working on Miranda again too, who was getting lost in the exhibition going on before her, especially now that they were closer than before. Her stomach churned as she knew it was wrong for her eyes to drift towards her sister's smooth, exposed body just as much as Shepard's. But somehow, she couldn't help it. She tried to tell herself that it was normal, and that Oriana was a beautiful woman, and it was more the fact that her lover was making out with a beautiful woman that was getting her so hot under the collar, not because it was Oriana specifically. The fact that it was her sister had nothing to do with it. Any attractive woman doing this with Shepard would have had her feeling this way. At least, that's what she was telling herself.
After a few more minutes of this, Shepard's mouth slurped away from Oriana's, a trail of saliva joining their tongues for a moment before it snapped. Jane ran her tongue down Oriana's throat until she again captured one of the younger Lawson sister's nipples between her lips. Sucking for a while, she moved to the other one and began flicking it with her tongue. When she felt Oriana was sufficiently caught up in what she was doing, Shepard laughed and spoke.
"I can't believe Miranda let me have you like this," Shepard told Oriana. "She must love you very much."
"Uh-huh," Oriana said between gasps as Shepard resumed tending to her breasts, only half paying attention.
"And you love her too, don't you?" Shepard asked next. Oriana nodded.
"Uh-huh," she said, then bit her lip as Shepard pulled at the nipple between her teeth.
"You should tell her that," Shepard said lustfully. "To show your appreciation to her as well."
Shepard switched nipples again and then used her fingers to continue work on the first one. Oriana groaned and threw her head back a little, then looked to Miranda. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and Miranda just stared back. The observing older Lawson's left hand had crept back between her legs, and while she didn't remove it as her sister stared at her like she had last time, she did stop stroking her fingers and her tongue seemed to catch in the back of her throat. Shepard decided to try to give Oriana just a little push, simply by pressing one finger softly against Oriana's panty-covered slit.
"I love you, Randa," Oriana said in a long exhale, eyes hazy and breath heavy.
Miranda instinctively pressed her fingers back down into her own thinly covered folds, and she let out a groan.
"I love you too, Ori," she said, the sight of her sister so turned on getting to her.
For a few seconds the sisters remained locked in each other's heated gaze, then almost simultaneously they snapped out of it and came to partially realize what was going on. They looked away from each other, already reddened cheeks now like tomatoes as shame swept across them. Miranda's hand moved away from her crotch like it had pricked her finger, while Oriana looked down at Shepard, clearly embarrassed by the moment she'd just had with her sister that was clearly more than just sisterly. Shepard just smiled wickedly, and tried to move to the next step before either of them could call her on anything and back out.
Jane dropped to her knees, her tongue sliding down Oriana's stomach as she did. The redhead hooked her fingers under Oriana's panties at her hips, and she gently tugged, looking back up to Oriana with hunger.
"I think it's finally time to remove these and reveal that I've been waiting for since before we even started," Shepard declared.
Oriana seemed to forget the awkwardness of what had just transpired between her and Miranda as Shepard increased the pull on her final article of clothing, and she gently parted her thighs to make it easier for Jane. When they were off, Shepard admired the view before her for a moment, then reached up with one hand and began slowly running one pointed finger around it in random patterns, never touching it, but always coming so close. She could tell the suspense was killing Oriana from the tiny gasps and look on her face. Not far away, Miranda was a wide-eyed statue.
"So beautiful, so precious," Shepard said. "So ready for a tongue or finger or almost anything to penetrate it."
"Oh God!" Oriana said, and then she begged. "Please!"
"Please what?" Shepard asked. "What is it you want?"
"I want you to.... to taste me. I want your tongue inside me."
"You want me to eat you out?" Jane asked.
Oriana nodded furiously. She bit her bottom lip and looked down desperately at Shepard.
"Say it," Jane commanded.
"I... I want you to eat me out."
"Tell me again," Jane said teasingly.
" I want you to eat me out," Oriana said louder.
"Tell your sister what you want," Jane suggested next.
Oriana turned towards Miranda, tears brimming in her eyes as she did, but she did not hesitate to speak. "I want you to eat me out."
Miranda's heart was thudding in her chest as Oriana said that straight to her and a small laugh was heard from Shepard.
"Now that you mention it, that's an interesting idea," Shepard said wickedly.
Two sets of blue eyes darted to Shepard, the smile playing on her lips more devious than any smile prior to it that morning. Jane slowly stood up, running a hand up Oriana's thigh and then having it continue its journey past her stomach and between her breasts until she cupped the young girl's chin. Jane leaned in close and Oriana could feel the Spectre's every word against her lips.
"What do you think, Oriana?" Shepard said seductively. "Wouldn't that be special? Wouldn't that be forbidden and fun?" She paused. "Wouldn't it be.... fair?"
Oriana didn't say anything as Shepard moved around behind her. She felt Shepard turn her to face Miranda, followed by the sensation of Jane's breasts pressing firmly into her back. Jane encouraged her to take one step forward towards her watching sister, and Oriana felt both of Jane's arms snake around under her arms and fold across her stomach. Finally propping her chin on one of Oriana's shoulders, Shepard looked to Miranda next.
"Wouldn't it be fair, Miranda?" Shepard repeated the final question to the older Lawson. "I mean, you got to be eaten out by Oriana last night. I think it's only fair that you be the one that returns the favor today. After all, isn't this about making it up to her after what happened?"
Miranda looked to Oriana whose face was a mix of emotions she couldn't yet ascertain. She looked back to Shepard, and her head began to slowly shake, but it seemed to hesitate in doing so.
"N-n-no, Shepard," Miranda said shakily. "I can't d-d-do that to my sister. It's.... it's wrong."
"Is it?" Shepard asked. "You both love each other, don't you? You both find each other attractive?"
Neither Lawson answered, looking to each other for a moment and reddening in the face a little before they both looked away with discomfort. They couldn't deny these things, but to admit to them was to fall into Shepard's trap. But then why could they not just push Shepard away either? Both questioned this for a moment, and didn't know the answer. Or at least didn't want to admit that the answer could be what it shouldn't be.
"Be realistic, Miranda," Shepard said, as she started to echo something Miranda said to her earlier. "You'd just looooove to have your sister."
Movement from Shepard's arms drew Miranda's attention and she saw Shepard's hands roam across Oriana's naked form.
"You'd love to pull her naked body to yours," Shepard said enticingly, and her hands moved up to stroke Oriana's delicate neck. "To kiss her soft throat." Shepard's hands stroked down across Oriana's nipples before she cupped the orbs they adorned. "Rub her firm, perky breasts." Shepard finally caused Oriana to gasp out as one of the hands traveled lower and she spread the pink folds between her legs. "Taste her sweet pussy," Shepard added, her voice as suggestive as she could make it.
Miranda's eyes fell upon Oriana's now opened sex, which glistened and trickled with liquid desire. It wanted attention more than anything else in that room, and as Miranda inhaled she could smell just how potent that want was. Her throat felt dry, her chest thudded against her chest, and her stomach churned with conflicting emotions. This was all so wrong. She shouldn't even be thinking about considering this, let alone actually being conflicted about it like this. She couldn't do this to her sister. She couldn't violate her like this.
"Can't you see she wants it, Miri?" Shepard's voice said, almost hypnotic in the haze surrounding and permeating Miranda's head right now. "Can't you see she wants you to give her what she wants?"
Miranda squeezed her eyes tight, tears running out and down her cheeks. She tried to fight the feelings that churned in her heart and gut. She could do it if she looked up at her sister and saw Oriana telling her to not do that to her. Looking to Oriana and seeing her sweet sister reject her would give her the will to fight this. To fight what she knew to be wrong, but that for some reason was so strong and enticing that it messed with her mind and told her otherwise.
Miranda opened her eyes, and let them wander up Oriana's body to her face. She gasped at the sight of her sister there. Oriana was captivating and beautiful. She seemed to almost glow, every inch of her showing the refinement that Miranda herself strived to attain. Flawless, sensual and glorious in every way, Oriana was nothing short of perfection.
"Isn't she beautiful, Miri?" Shepard said. "Isn't she divine?"
As Miranda stared up into her sister's face, expecting and half-praying to see revulsion or disdain, she instead saw something else as she looked into her sister's eyes. In them was a mix of emotions and feelings, and Miranda could read them all. She could see Oriana's fear and doubt. She could see confusion and uncertainty. She could see that Oriana knew this was wrong. But beyond all that, she could see the emotions that were the strongest and deepest.
Desire and want dominated the others as a smoldering fire, and Miranda could tell that despite all these other feelings being present, deep down Oriana felt these the most. Deep down she wanted this, and these emotions were withstanding the others from overcoming them. Oriana was nervous about the idea of this traveling down the forbidden road ahead, but she also wanted it at the same time. From a certain point of view it may seem they had already gone further than this last night, but there was a big difference in an accidental misstep like that and a deliberate leap. If Miranda chose to take that next step, there was no going back. She had to be sure, for Oriana's sake. She was still a mess as far as her own thoughts were, but she had to know what Oriana wanted.
Miranda reached up slowly, placing her hands upon Oriana's hips. She looked down at her sister's wet, desirous sex then back up to her face. Biting her lip and taking a deep breath, Miranda spoke to her sister, softly, slowly and clearly.
"All you have to do is say 'no' and I won't," Miranda stated.
Oriana didn't say a word, and eternity seemed to pass between then. Miranda studied her sisters eyes, but they didn't change. The same fear was there, but so was the same desire. She didn't nod, she didn't shake her head. She just looked down at Miranda, watching and waiting. Miranda looked back down at the open folds before her, still spread by Shepard's fingers, then she let out a nervous exhalation and slid slowly off the chair. Down on her knees, Miranda moved closer, and her sister's scent doubled in intensity. She slowly looked back up to Oriana's face and gave her what she hoped was a loving smile.
"All you have to do is say 'stop' and I will," Miranda told her.
Again Oriana said nothing, but the desire burned more dominant and the fear began to fade. She bit her bottom lip and gave Miranda a nod so subtle it was barely there. That's all Miranda needed. She looked back down, stared into the pink wetness before her and took a deep breath. Then, opening her mouth slowly and extending her tongue, she leaned in.
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