Table for Two Ch. 06

Appraising her sister's perfect appearance, Emily was torn between a mix of desires. She loved Stephanie and was ashamed for making her strip and for focusing on her looks. There was a bit of envy there too, when she realized Stephanie was prettier than her. She was still her sibling and their rivalry would always be there.

But now both of those were overshadowed by pure physical desire. The 20 year old wished she could see every part of Stephanie's body, especially the hidden, intimate areas. The goal wouldn't be to compare herself to Stephanie, or even to make Stephanie feel good. She wanted to do it because it would make herself feel good. It was wrong, but Emily tried to ignore that. She knew that that desire is the essence of an erotic scene and she reached her goal.

She finally returned her gaze up to meet Stephanie's smiling eyes, as her sister said, "We're good now?"

"Good is not the word," Emily confessed, "But yeah, we are."

"Now draw me like one of your French girls!" Stephanie screamed and started giggling.

Emily couldn't help but smile, the tension crumbling away. This was a beautiful and sexy woman, but this was also Stephanie, the one and only.

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Minutes ticking by, Stephanie did her best not to change her pose, even if Emily said she could move around if she needed to. It was more important to be the best possible model for her talented sister.

This portrait was going to be a colored one and Stephanie couldn't wait to see it. But she knew it would be amazing, just like everything about Emily.

"You know," Stephanie spoke her thoughts, eyes closed and head turned right as she basked in the warm sun, "I think I'll try to keep this day as one of my most cherished memories. Like that song, Perfect Day."

"Really?" she heard her sister say.

Stephanie nodded.

"Yeah, like, when I'm older, and I'm feeling sad and lonely, or just looking back at what made me happy, I think I'll remember today." she continued calmly, "The whole day, just with my big sis. It was wonderful going out and skating together, and now I get to be a part of your art too. There isn't much more a girl could ask for."

"You really know how to make me want to hug you," Emily replied with a chuckle.

Stephanie smiled sadly and shook her head, "That would only make my day better, but you should focus on the painting, now that you're in the flow. I can wait."

A couple of seconds later, she couldn't help but start humming the melody to Perfect Day. Then she smiled widely when she heard Emily join in.

"Actually," Emily said as she turned around and opened her laptop and played the actual song.

The 20 year old worked swiftly now, switching between her pencils, pens and brushes as the music player automatically continued with other songs, sampling an array of music from Radiohead, David Bowie, Massive Attack and other all-time great artists. Stephanie watched Emily now and again, her green eyes moving from the paper to the teen and back. When her sister looked at her face, Stephanie tried to keep her model-like cold expression, as Emily instructed, but couldn't help cracking a smile on more than one occasion, making her adorable sister look away quickly.

Stephanie looked at her first portrait again. People often complimented her on her good looks, but it was only when Emily was looking at her that she truly felt beautiful. She also enjoyed the effects she had on the girl. When Emily asked her to undress, she was so wonderfully shy and innocent, Stephanie just wanted to hug and kiss her. To tell her she wanted to do it, for Emily. Even Stephanie was surprised to realize she wished her sister would ask her to do it more often.

"Are you cold?" Emily interrupted her thoughts.

"No, the light feels so warm, I'm actually overdressed," Stephanie smiled.

"OK," Emily said quickly and continued.

Why was she asking? The whole room was quite warm. Then she noticed how Emily's eyes moved. She knew that look from when guys were trying to make it look as if they're not looking at Stephanie's breasts.

She looked down to find her erect nipples proudly pointing up and forward, making visible nubs in the thin fabric of her shirt. Must have been all those warm thoughts.

"Oh," she said and looked to Emily to see her sister watching her.

Strangely, Stephanie didn't mind. But Emily might.

"Does it bother you?" Stephanie asked.

Emily swallowed, then shrugged, "It happens. Whatever."

A second later, Emily stopped again. Stephanie lifted her eyebrows to ask what it was.

"Should I, you know," Emily said, gesturing towards her sister's breasts, "draw-"

Stephanie smiled. The sisters' eyes met and both of them shook their heads in unison, saying, "No."

The teen liked that her state didn't make Emily uncomfortable. If anything, the way she acted could be interpreted as her liking what she saw. Stephanie actually really wanted that to be the case. Was it even possible? Emily said she wasn't into girls, but here she was, acting in just the opposite way.

Looking over Emily's face, Stephanie was reminded of how she felt when she was making herself feel good in Emily's bed a couple of nights ago. In those seconds of her orgasm, the girl in front of her was the fulfillment of all her dreams. Now she was back to Emily, but there was something left too.

For instance, she wasn't weirded out by her sister looking at her in what seemed like a sexual way. She was so cute as her eyes first tried to avoid looking at Stephanie's intimate areas, then, when her sister wasn't looking, she let her gaze wander into non-sisterly territory. If she didn't know better, Stephanie would think Emily was aroused by looking at her.

In a way, it was the ultimate compliment. So what if it was vain. She enjoyed thinking that she was so beautiful, even her straight sister couldn't resist her.

It was so easy to imagine. Any second now, Emily could push away the small easel with the paper she was painting on and throw herself at Stephanie. Stephanie of course, like a good girl, wouldn't want to have sex with her own sister, but what could she do? The older girls instructions left her practically naked, exposed to her desires, no matter how perverted.

The teen bit her lower lip as she imagined all the things her older sister might force her into. That's when she noticed Emily do a double take. She seemed spellbound by Stephanie's core.

"Do you want to take a break?" Emily suggested.

It really felt like what she imagined might be happening.

"Why?" Stephanie asked, innocently.

A second later it dawned on her. She even smelled a hint. The warm light must have covered up the feeling of her wetness. She still didn't feel it. She quickly leaned forward and sure enough, the bottom of her panties was visibly wet, the stain still slowly growing.

She felt her face blush. Her first instinct was to cover up, to hide the shameful sign of her arousal. Most people would probably be ashamed to display their sexuality in front of a sibling, but now Stephanie decided to try and take it in stride. If Emily liked looking at her, maybe she'd like this too.

"Oops," she smiled, "Sorry. You probably shouldn't draw that either."

Her sister scoffed, smiling and shaking her head, "So, do you want that break?"

"Are you actually suggesting what I think?" Stephanie teased, lifting her eyebrows suggestively.

Emily chuckled, "I'm suggesting you change your panties, Steph. You'll get cold. It's not healthy."

Stephanie wouldn't get discouraged so easily. Take two.

"I assure you I'm quite the opposite of cold," she grinned, "Besides, what's the point of using up another pair? There's only one sure way to make it go away."

She looked into Emily's eyes and both sisters knew what Stephanie was talking about. Even Stephanie was nervous now, she was going too far.

"Jesus," Emily said as she averted her eyes, then laughed, "I'm trying to paint a picture here!"

"Please do," Stephanie grinned, trying to hide her disappointment, "I like it."

"Yeah, I can see that," Emily smiled, making the teen giggle.

Emily continued painting and Stephanie watched her with a smile. A minute later, a different thought crossed her mind and her smile faded. Suddenly, her heart was beating fast. Now she really felt shy.

"Thank you," she said quietly and as Emily looked up, she had to turn her eyes away, "for caring about my health."

When she looked at her sister again, Emily was smiling warmly. She nodded, making Stephanie smile as well.

Her sister continued painting as Stephanie closed her eyes and faced the light again, enjoying two things - the sun and the feeling of being loved.

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Emily was drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep.

She saw images of her sister's beautiful body. She was smiling, but there was something sad in her eyes too. The teen was told to undress, to show her body to her own sister. Stephanie was moaning into her ear, saying she wants it that way, her pleasure rising to new heights. No, the voice was Sam's, distorted by phone noise. She kept saying how hot it was for sisters to do it and that it was OK to enjoy it, even if it was forbidden and a little sick. Despite Emily's best efforts, she could feel herself getting aroused.

Drifting awake again, she opened her eyes. She turned her head left, looking at her sister's back. Stephanie was sleeping on her side, towards the windows. She usually did.

Tonight, she was closer than usual, right in Emily's bed. She slipped in after going to sleep, with barely a word being said. She probably just wanted to be close to her sister and Emily welcomed that.

She turned to her left side, behind Stephanie. There wasn't much space on the single bed and laying right next to her, she could feel the younger girl's scent again, reminding her of her dreams. She watched her sister's side, dark against the windows behind her.

The girl obviously enjoyed being her model, too much so, even. Emily didn't mind, but couldn't do anything about it. Not only were they siblings, she was the artist. Now though, it might be OK to touch her. She lifted her right hand and gently stroked Stephanie's right side of her ribcage, just below her armpit.

She felt her sister jerk a bit, stopping her breathing for a few seconds. Stephanie wasn't asleep? Again she stroked the right side of her body, from her back, feeling her ribs, then down into the softness of her slim waist and finally tracing the line upwards where her pelvis was sticking out, but stopping before the place where Stephanie fell earlier. And she noticed Stephanie slowly sliding backwards, towards her sister.

Obviously Stephanie wanted to spoon. Why not? It would be comfortable to be close to her sister. She closed her eyes and lifted her right arm to hug her around her waist as her face touched Stephanie's hair and their bodies came into contact. Back against breasts, bottom against crotch, Stephanie's body was soft and warm.

Her eyes closed, Emily now experienced everything through touch, smell and sound. She could definitely feel Stephanie breathing deeply, but that was all. The mood was unquestionably sexual during the painting session, both sisters were aroused by it, the bold Stephanie even visibly so. But, like Emily, she probably took care of it later in the shower and now really just wanted to spoon. Emily was almost sad, but knew this was the right way for things to be.

Then, the teen suddenly pushed her bottom further against Emily. The meaning was clear, although Emily tried to ignore it anyway. A few seconds later, she did it again. Emily had to make a decision. Either go on, or leave. Her first instinct was to run away and she began to move back as she withdrew her right hand. She felt Stephanie grip her forearm, holding it in place.

"Please," she heard Stephanie's whisper, "Just one time?"

Emily had to agree it was only fair for her to do something in return, after receiving so much from her sister. She nodded, knowing Stephanie would feel it, then took a deep breath and started moving her right hand upwards from Stephanie's stomach, over her pajamas, to her breasts. Gently, she cupped the left one.

She was trying to remember the last time she touched her sister in this place. She probably bumped into it from time to time, especially when they were wrestling. As for actually holding it, she couldn't recall a specific time. They probably did that before, but then it was just goofing off and meant nothing. Even a week ago, they wouldn't think of touching each other for sexual pleasure.

Maybe Stephanie fantasized about doing this to other girls, but not to her own sister. Despite everything, this thought still made Emily feel unnatural. Emily herself never felt the need to do such a thing, even now all her instincts were telling her what she was doing was wrong. But she would press on, for Stephanie. If she did well, this too could become a cherished memory.

Focusing on her hand again, she realized her sister's breasts felt slightly smaller in her hand than her own despite being a B-cup as well. When she brushed her fingers over the pajama top, she grazed Stephanie's left nipple. It was definitely hard.

She pressed herself forward against her sister and slipped her right hand under the front girl's pajama top. It was warm and comfortable beneath the top as she once again cupped the left breast, rolling the hard nub around with her index finger.

"Is that all right?" she whispered uneasily from behind.

"Yeah, I like it, please don't stop." Stephanie replied.

She remembered what she was actually doing, to a girl and her own sister on top of that. Already most people would call this incest. And her sister liked it. Just what would Sam think of that? The idea made Emily feel a strange tinge deep within. It wasn't the same as sexual passion, but it felt pretty good and actually made her aroused.

Encouraged by her response, she switched over to her sister's other breast, repeating the action. She knew what she liked herself and just repeated the same actions on the teenager, grazing all over her upper body. Neck, breasts, stomach, back, all of those received a slow and gentle massage. Stephanie would shiver as Emily passed her ticklish sides and stomach, but other than that, her sister was calm and quiet, making no sounds beyond breathing. Still, she was having an effect on her young body, as she could feel Stephanie's breaths getting deeper and faster.

But this wasn't entirely fair to her sister. It was fine to let her hands roam around and excite Stephanie, but the physical side was not enough. Emily felt she had to show a sign of genuine affection for the teen in front of her. She kept her right hand moving around the girl's body, but used her left one to lift Stephanie's hair in front of her, revealing the girl's neck. She wet her lips and closed her mouth on the skin on it's side.

She could feel her sister take a breath with the first kiss, "Yes," she whispered.

Encouraged by the response, she trailed gentle, loving kisses from her collar all the way up to her ear. Then back again, nibbling and nuzzling, all the while breathing in through her nose, taking in Stephanie's essence. Compared to the guys Emily kissed before, the teen's skin was unbelievably soft and sensitive, covered by only the gentlest of little hairs.

Emily was surprised how good it felt to do this, in a way even natural. She didn't view it as sex, even if Stephanie obviously found it pleasurable - Emily was just expressing her fondness for the teen in front of her, how much she cared for her and loved her. It was the feeling of closeness and connection, like she felt when cuddling up to her sister. She forgot about her right hand, even about Stephanie's pleasure. This one she was doing for herself, enjoying it as she slowly moved her mouth and nose around all over the younger girl's neck.

A couple of minutes later, she realized Stephanie was getting restless, moving her abdomen around. Emily knew what it meant and became anxious once again. She would prefer never going there, but looking at the situation realistically, if her sister was anything like Emily, and everything suggested she was, foreplay alone would not be enough to make Stephanie come.

Taking deep breaths through her mouth to suppress her anxiety, Emily moved her right hand lower, stroking her flat stomach, the sensitive skin shivering under her touch. She stopped when hitting the hem of her bottoms, trailing her fingers alongside. This was a border she was never meant to cross.

Of course, her sister crossed it back at the club and by no small margin at that. She didn't even seem to have many hangups about it, although it still boggled Emily's mind how Stephanie was able to do such a thing. For her it was difficult even just touching another girl down there.

How the hell did she even come into this weird situation? It was probably the club. That was the breaking point. They were perfectly content to be normal sisters until then, not a sexual thought towards each other. But then they met at the table and something happened that wasn't supposed to. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Are you OK?" Stephanie asked her gently, "You don't have to force yourself."

Her sister cared about Emily even when she was in so much need. She deserved the full payoff. She would go through with it, no matter how unnatural it seemed to her.

"No, I'm good," Emily reassured her sister as much as she did herself, "Just relax and enjoy it."

She moved her body lower, to be able to reach what she needed, swallowed, then slipped her hand under Stephanie's bottoms, her hand immediately enveloped by Stephanie's heat. With her eyes closed, Emily could feel her other senses heightened. Stephanie's natural scent was all around her and was also getting a musky hint to it. The older sister knew that was the smell of Stephanie's arousal, mostly produced as a result of Emily's actions. It was escaping along with the heat from between Stephanie's legs, though she preferred not to imagine how much stronger it would be down there right now and was still glad for the distance.

Her fingers moved down Stephanie's lower abdomen, taking a small dip just before rising to her mons, covered with thin, trimmed pubic hair. She used her fingers to explore the area, mostly out of curiosity. She knew Stephanie took care of herself, she even saw a few fleeting glimpses before, but now she could directly compare it to her own hair, if only by touch. Stephanie kept a wider strip. Her hair was almost natural, but still groomed.

Emily also realized that her anxiousness was mostly gone, being replaced by that strange pleasurable feeling of naughtiness. A sister is not supposed to touch another sister in those places, definitely not in a sexual way. The forbidden feeling got even stronger once Stephanie opened her legs for Emily and the older sister's fingers continued lower, stroking the skin around Stephanie's clitoral hood, causing her to draw a sharp breath. Emily was surprised to find that, despite how much her innate senses fought against what was happening, she really liked breaking these barriers of what is allowed. When she continued lower along her sister's tender lips and her finger dipped into the slimy juices flowing down along the left lip towards the bed, Emily shivered in delicious depravity. She even considered tasting the slickness on her fingers, but even now that felt too perverted.

Instead, she decided to use the juices to enhance her sister's pleasure, as she smeared the slippery goo along Stephanie's lips, gradually working her fingers deeper and deeper. Stephanie's inner lips were kept neatly between the outer ones, just like Emily's, once again reminding her this really was her fraternal sister she was massaging to heaven.