Chapter 4 - Bathroom -you guessed it- Sex!

Gotta apologize right off the bat for my previous conduct. It never really struck me that quotation marks were probably for quotes, and apostrophes for apostrophe jobs. What I mean is I've been straddling dialogue with ' instead of ". Up till now this struck me as Author's Choice for some strange reason. I'll be doing it properly from now on, I'll change the previous chapters when I've got time. Mean time, enjoy the chapter, it's basically entirely sex! 


Cielle walked brisquely into the bathroom, white skirt swishing. It was a smallish rectangular room, one side dominated by half a dozen blue stalls. The first five stalls were thin and long, but the last was a cube: The handicapped. The room itself was exactly what you would expect: White tile flooring, white tile ceiling broken by a fluorescent light, and blue-white checkerboard tiles on the walls. Thankfully, no one was around. She made her way across the room with growing dread. Her hands shakily found the door handle. She tried to avoid swaying her hips femininely (unsuccessfully) as she walked through the door.

The sight her sister offered her was entirely shocking: A partially-naked raven-haired girl rubbing her nether regions, sitting on the toilet in an unlocked stall. Melissa's naked breasts and hand down her pants were an incredibly effectual tease, yet her sister was firmly not in the mood. Without making eye contact, Cielle turned around and closed the door gently behind her, locking it with a gentle 'schlick'. Without taking her hand away from the lock, she tilted her head downwards until it thumped against the metal. She was not looking foward to this. A sigh escaped her. Melissa was probably going to win this game after all. 

Melissa wasted no time in starting the madness. Cielle felt a familiar pair of hands clap her on the exposed skin of her large breasts. They were coated in a slimy fluid of some kind. She feared the worst; she stiffened, gritting her teeth. Melissa's cute bosom pressed into her sister's back as her hands started to rub gently, slowly spreading thick-smelling cream onto her breasts. Melissa leaned foward and whispered haughtily into her ear. "You know how much I love your boobs? Cielle chose not to answer. She maintained her position, trying to ignore her lesbian lover. Perhaps Mel would just have her fun and be done with it? Melissa responded by working her thumbs under the white cloth of Cielle's undershirt, slowly peeling it away. Cielle found her body become hot, and started to sweat. She swore under her breath as Mel started to pull her shirt up. Cielle felt soft kisses on the back of her neck, little licks and puffs of love. Melissa nuzzled her nose into the crook of her neck even as her hands continued to fondle those juicy breasts. She breathed deep, taking in the scent of her sister.

Cielle steeled herself. It would be pointless to stonewall, only a few minutes had passed. She turned around slowly and put her arms straight up in the air with a deadpan look on her face. Melissa broke into an excited grin. She yanked her sister's black overcoat off and tossed it aside on the floor in a heap. Melissa spoke entirely too loudly for a bathroom that might be occupied. "Now, strip for me..." Cielle gawked in silence as her sister sat down on the toilet, pretending to watch the show. Cielle wondered just how horny her sibling was to force her hand like that. She didn't want any more said, so she started to move back and forth, her hips wiggling like an Arabian dancer. Her coat was off, the thin shirt was next to go. Cielle crossed her arms and pulled her shirt off in the traditional stripper fashion. Quickly, all that was left was the silk bra that held her big juicy melons. Melissa licked her lips, glossing them with saliva.

Cielle continued her little shimmy and looked down at her wet torso. As a bisexual-preferring-women, she felt she was uniquely qualified to say how fucking hot she was. Strong, firm D-cup breasts glistening with lubricant adorned her toned stomach, complete with a 32-inch waist curvy enough to get you going by itself. Maybe, she decided, you could even see her abs. Deciding to resort to prose to get results, she spoke quietly. "Pray tell, what's this alien salvage you've placed 'pon me? Melissa stood up, placing her hands on Cielle's hips. "Just my own excitement, Lady Macbeth." Cielle smiled at the literary reference to duplicity and lust, and finally kissed her sister. The meeting of their pink lips made Cielle's heart groan with happiness.

Already, Cielle felt her sister's tongue press against her lips. She decided to keep them shut for the time being, as much to tease Melissa as to show her that she was in control. Her hands found Melissa's own pair of breasts, and used her thumbs to squeeze them strongly. They deformed eagerly, fat and skin giving way to the pressure. Melissa's tongue became insistent, licking Cielle's closed lips gently. The pleasure taken from this was, naturally, amazing. Melissa found it stunning and new to not be given access immediately. The texture of her sister's ips on her sensitive tongue was incredible, enough to cause a physical response: Her clitoris engorged, emerging from its sheathe. Cielle didn't realize this, she merely started her attack at that moment. Her right hand gave up its playing and shoved down Melissa's jeans mercilessly. Her fingers instantly began to slide in and out, penetrating her sister ruthlessly. Her sister! It always dawned on her while they were kissing just who she was kissing!

But Melissa was angry, she had had enough. Not only was Cielle denying her her fetish-desire to taste her saliva, but she had the gall to try and make her COME, too! No longer respecting those resolutely closed lips, she jabbed her tongue past Cielle's defences. Cielle squeaked and unclenched her teeth. Melissa stole in, licking and tasting the blonde's mouth With her tongue. A large amount of saliva she had been saving forced its way in along with it! She got a good grip on her sister's dress, and pulled down with some force. Her panties came down along with them, rendering her naked sex open to intrusion- and such happened quickly. Melissa didn't waste time merely groping her sister's ass like she did in the air dryer, but went right for the kill, and possibly a point. She palmed Cielle's mons, penetrating her with her fingers at the same time!

The bell rang. 5-minute warning.

In an instant though, such thoughts were obliterated. Melissa made use of her ultimate technique- A triple play. Any coherent nonsexual thoughts were totally impossible. Melissa voraciously frenched her sister, tasting her with wild abandonment of good behavior. She roughly squeezed her bubbly ass cheek with a strong hand, and fingered her at the same time. Totally absorbed in each other, both of their bodies started buzzing with uncontrolled sexuality. Cielle gazed glassy-eyed at the ceiling, in the throe of a rapidly-approaching orgasm- stimulated from three places at once! 

She futilely tried to resist, but she could take it no longer. With tremendous lust for her kin, she tilted her head to the side to facilitate kissing. Her long, prehensile tongue came alive, and brushed up against Mel's supremely wet one. It rolled and squeezed, captured the invader like an octopus performing a death grip! The position formed a helix of fleshy goodness that oozed uncomfortable amounts of saliva in Cielle's mouth. She could feel her butt deform under the pressure Mel exerted on it, creating ridges and valleys of delicious creamy flesh. Mel's fingers forced their way in and out of Cielle's vagina, causing her natural lubricant to leak out and make a mess of her clothes on the floor. A certain numbness in her vagina betrayed an unstoppable climax. Her mind clouded, fixated on the wonderful feelings emanating from her nethers. She made a little whimper. Her vagina began to vibrate wildly, panging with pulses of endorphins, before her entire body suffused with pleasure.

She broke the kiss suddenly, moaning loudly, hoping to God that the triplets had gone. Her body fluttered wildly and her tongue shuddered in the air. She put her hands on her thighs. A gout of girlcum oozed out of her, pooling in Mel's hand.

Cielle sat down: Now, as she often was, tired from an orgasm. Melissa started to lick her hand clean. Cielle looked up admiringly at her sister, and moaned as she revelled in the taboo performance. Her milky-clear cum looked delicious to the taste, thick and sugary. With each lick, Mel cleaned off another few inches of her palm. Her sister's pleasure was in her hand. Life was good. She never stopped enjoying the delicious cum on her hand as she looked down at her tired sibling. Whereas Melissa was outgoing and gained energy from sex, her sister was an introvert and it took a lot out of her. Still, there was no remorse, Cielle had agreed to it! And she had another point!

"Bell rang..." Melissa noted unhappily. Cielle just grunted, but she stood up and helped them both pull their clothes back on. She poked her head out of the cubicle. As soon as she saw that the coast was clear, she took her sister around the waist and led her out like that, though only to the door of the bathroom. They extended their tongues one more time and waggled them about in an incestuous lesbian display, then finally headed to their next class.

Melissa looked at her sister. "So, uh... Same time, same place?"



This was my attempt at a purely-sex chapter, I think I pulled it off pretty well. But if it was piss-poor don't let me sweat in delusion. Tell me what you thought in the comments!

As well: Next chapter, any ideas? I'm thinking threesome double-teaming on Melissa! Cielle's got plans, man!