Lana went into the bathroom. It took me a few minutes to trust myself to get off the bed. Her suitcase was on a stand across the room so I walked over to it and found a small black velvet bag which felt quite heavy when I lifted it. I opened it and almost gasped in surprise. Nestling inside the soft velvet bag was a steel butt plug, not large but with a small jewel in the base. The plug had a long, slender stem and a bulbous head. I held it in my hand and felt the weight of it and knew it would feel wonderful once in place.
Naked but for stockings I wandered over to the bathroom where Lana was drying herself in a large towel.
In mock bemusement I asked, ‘Where, precisely, is this supposed to go?’
Her eyes sparkled and her teeth shone as she grinned at me. ‘Well, if you don’t know it’ll be an even bigger surprise but why do I suspect you know perfectly well?’ She took the plug from my hand and kissed me. ‘Wash but remember my rule.’
I showered, carefully avoiding getting my hair or face wet and then took another of the large, fluffy towels from the rail and wrapped it around myself. I picked up discarded stockings and suspender belt and walked back through to the bedroom where I found Lana partly dressed and wearing the knickers I had bought for her which looked delicious on her. Her long legs were clad in black, obviously silk stockings and she looked stunning.
‘Get dressed, darling – time is running on.’
As I dressed I watched Lana. The dress she had brought was long and hung from thin straps on her shoulders, a straight neckline which revealed the very start of her small cleavage and then was a shift to the floor. It was a dark grey colour with red trimming at neck and hem and looked gorgeous. My own dress was calf length, in a deep blue, buttoned to the waist and with a full skirt. It had short sleeves and the neckline was scalloped.
When we were both ready Lana came to me and sniffed my face and with a ‘hmmmm’ turned me round to face the bed then pressed me forward until I was holding myself up with my arms. She lifted the back of my dress and patted my silk clad arse.
‘They are going to have to come off, darling.’ She pulled them down to my knees and I felt the well-lubricated tip of the plug press gently against my dark star. The pressure increased and for the second time that day I relaxed to allow the invader in. The delicious feeling of closing around its stem made me groan with pleasure. She patted it.
‘That’s not going to come out at an embarrassing moment.’ I stood up and removed the knickers from my knees. ‘Anyway, I don’t imagine Grace and Favour would be too shocked, do you?’
‘There might be other guests in the restaurant!’
Lana put her arm around my neck. ‘Then best you keep a tight grip on it, isn’t it?’ With that she led me out of the room and down the stairs of the quaint old building to the restaurant. Phoebe/Favour was bustling around a number of customers. We were shown to our table and Phoebe offered us a pre-prandial drink (not complimentary we assumed) before laying our napkins deferentially across our laps. Grace appeared wearing a tuxedo and trousers which nearly made me splutter in amusement and fussed over us for a few moments before, thankfully leaving us to giggle by ourselves.
‘Does it keep you focused?’ asked Lana wickedly.
‘You bloody know it does. I was relieved to sit!’
‘It’ll be there for you all evening.’ As if I didn’t know. ‘I like it being there for me – our secret.’
I looked into her eyes. ‘I like it being there too.’
Lana smiled. ‘Did I tell you I have a sister – an identical twin?’
‘No, no you didn’t tell me that. Are you close?’
‘Identicals tend to be close. I know it’s not a total given but, yes, we are close. She’s a solicitor too but not in my firm. We decided that we shouldn’t work together but it wasn’t easy for us.’
“Where does she live?’
Lana waited until Phoebe had placed our starters before us then continued. ‘She lives in London with her girlfriend, Sophie.’
‘She’s gay too?’
‘I did say we are identical. She was my first lover.’ I must have looked shocked. ‘Don’t be surprised. The rules about incest are designed to prevent genetic weaknesses – our sex was hardly likely to do that! We were close, closer than most people can understand and we were both precocious sexually. We knew we were lesbian long before most people accept it and, being two, we could talk about it and share it. We share everything.’
Lana looked at me with a very direct gaze. ‘Yes, everything. Eat your dinner. You’re going to need your strength.’
I pondered what Lana had said. Did she mean she would share me with her sister? How did I feel about that? My mind was in turmoil. I felt her hand close over mine.
‘I’ve shocked you. Look, don’t worry. Everything that happens between you and me will only happen if you want it to. Now, you may want it for its own sake or you may want it simply to please me. Marilyn is me almost. The only differences between us are the odd scar we picked up along the way. You know, falling off bicycles and horses etc. Our Dad liked film stars so I was Lana Turner and Lyn was Monroe.’
She then went into a long and amusing story of their childhood, playing tricks on teachers and parents, making mischief and a little about their other intimacies. I found myself laughing with abandon to the surprise of other guests.
It was about 11 when we had finished our meal over coffee and brandy. Lana led me back up to our room. I closed the door this time and she came to me and held me, kissed my mouth softly. We undressed each other slowly, savouring the revelation of the flesh as each piece of clothing was opened or removed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt before her and buried my face in her. She placed her hands in my hair and encouraged me with soft mewlings and some stronger indications of pleasure. I did not get, then, to bring her to her climax. Gently, she lifted me up onto the bed and we curled together, our pussies kissing each other as did our mouths. Then her hand was between us and intruding into me, curling into me and finding my spot. I copied her and together we rode the other’s hand and kissed deeply. It was slow and gentle. It didn’t stay slow though. Our pace increased as the edge neared and when I went over it, it was a few minutes before Lana came over it with me. We lay with our bodies touching, my head on her shoulder, her arm around me.
‘Don’t you think we should remove your jewel before you drop off?’
I went to the bathroom and removed the plug. I washed it then sat on the toilet and to my surprise, Lana appeared in the doorway. ‘I wanted to watch.’
We went back to bed and slept.
Once more at home after our drive back the following afternoon I had time to sit and think. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in my sitting room. Lana had driven me to my door, kissed me firmly on the mouth much to the delight of a passing couple and refused my offer of something to eat.
‘I have some stuff I need to get done before work tomorrow. It’s been a lovely weekend. Thank you.’
I thanked her and reluctantly took my bag from the car and closed the door after waving goodbye to the car’s rear as it drove off.
Once inside I emptied my bag, showered and slipped on my nightdress and dressing gown and went to pour the wine. I sat and thought and such thoughts they were.
‘We share everything.’
You’d have thought that the sex we’d had that weekend would have been enough but my hand went between my legs and stroked through the silk of my nightdress. I didn’t cum though – I wasn’t sure Lana would want that. It was a mental tussle – I was testing myself. How did I feel about everything that had happened?
‘We share everything.’
‘Come over for supper on Friday?’ I think it was a question. It might have been a command. It wasn’t easy to tell.
‘Oh, about 8 and bring a bag for the weekend if you can?’
I could and did. Friday seemed to take an age to come around and we did not speak again. I felt somehow that I should leave contact to her which proved to be correct as I later discovered. She disliked distractions.
I got to her house at just a little after 8. I had not wanted to be prompt – a silly piece of etiquette inherited from my parents. It was a mistake. She looked at her watch when she opened her front door.
‘You should be prompt. 8 means 8.’ I apologised and felt chastised. She let me in, kissed my mouth firmly and then turned and I followed her along her hallway to a large kitchen. The table was set for four and I asked who else would be coming.
‘Lyn’s bringing Sophie. She just called to say they’d been a bit held up. I thought you’d like to meet them.’ She was doing something culinary as she spoke and I could smell garlic and other beautiful aromas pervading the kitchen. ‘You could get us both a drink. I’ll have a g+t – help yourself to whatever you’d like.’ I poured two large gins and took ready sliced lime from a dish and placed some ice on top before adding the tonic.
‘You should always pour gin onto ice, silly.’
‘I’ll remember that.’
‘Good.’ There was no hint of irony in her voice. I got the impression that I was expected to learn and remember. I took the drink to her and she kissed me again.
‘Have a seat. I won’t be a minute then I can give you the attention you deserve.’
I sat and took in her clothes as I am inclined to. She was wearing a pair of very expensive looking black leather trousers which sat high on her waist. Above this, under a chef’s blue and white striped apron, she wore a white silk shirt. Her feet were unshod but in stockings. She turned, leaning back against the worktop and undid her apron and threw it over the back of a chair. Her breasts were obviously braless and her nipples showed dark through the white silk.
‘Sorry about that. I had to finish that off. So, how has your week been?’
I gave her some perfunctory details but was interrupted by the doorbell and she asked me to get the door. I did so and could barely suppress my astonishment. Had I not known about her sister being identical I would have sworn Lana had somehow gone out of the back of the house only to reappear at the front. Lyn, I assumed it was she, was dressed identically to Lana except she wore shoes. Obviously used to the reaction, she kissed me.
‘You must be Emma. Are you going to stare all night or can we come in?’ Her tone was amused-gentle.
I stepped back and she entered followed by Sophie who was almost as tall as Lana and Lyn and who wore a dress similar to mine – calf length with small sleeves although hers buttoned from neck to hem while mine had no buttons. Hers was black, mine blue. I felt like a dwarf in their presence. Sophie introduced herself and kissed me.
Sophie said in a friendly manner, ‘You’ll get used to it. I used to find it unnerving too.’
I followed Sophie back to the kitchen where Lyn and Lana were kissing in a very unsisterly manner.
Sophie grinned at me. ‘You’ll get used to that too.’ Then she went and kissed Lana before sitting at the table. I poured them drinks – wine for both and we all went through to the sitting room. The two sisters sat together and Sophie and I took armchairs either side of them. It was almost exclusively through the shoes that Lyn wore that I could tell the difference.
We sat and talked and they were lovely company, funny and serious by turns. The two sisters were very tactile with each other and, strangely, I did not find it disconcerting.
We ate supper, a delicious casserole of beef and then retired once again to the sitting room, this time with me sharing a sofa with Lana and Lyn and Sophie sharing another in the large, high-ceilinged room. I enjoyed feeling Lana’s arm across my shoulders and her occasional touches. I made coffee and poured drinks. I wondered where we would all sleep and began to wonder, further, if they had something planned. I got a bit worried but was, I admit, relieved Lana said we should sleep soon. She told me to go and shower and get into bed. I was a bit surprised but did as I was bidden.
I showered, slipped on a black nightdress and got into bed. I must have nodded off because I was woken up by the feeling of someone getting into bed with me.
‘Is that you, Lana?’
‘Who else would it be?’
‘Oh no, darling. If I want Lyn to have you I’ll tell you first.’ Her mouth pressed to mine and her hands ran over my body. I responded immediately, my nipples hardening and my pussy becoming wet. She discovered this seconds later.
‘Hmm – hungry girl.’
All my worries evaporated as she kissed me and stroked me and I responded, sliding down under the sheets and burying myself between her legs.
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