The dining room wasn’t as bad as it was a little over a week ago. It wasn’t palatial or anything, but it was enough to put Edith Greaves’ soul at ease. There was a faux crystal chandelier hanging over the table now, with a decent faux bouquet in a decent vase beneath it. Most importantly, every seat at the table was set as though we were going to host so lavish banquet. Doing that was maddening–especially with Isobel being a stickler about "getting the angles perfect", but, when things were done, they admittedly looked quite nice.
Morning light slanted through the tall windows now, casting warm glows on the marble floors. I was at my usual seat at the center of the table, digging into the breakfast Isobel had whipped up: eggs, sausage, and toast. Despite her small fra, Isobel cooked a lot. I’d gotten used to fairly small portions, though I wasn’t immune to overindulgence every once in a while. If I let Isobel cook all of our als, though, we were gonna be too out of shape to fight against Jolyne!
By the ti she’d finished her three plates, Isobel had excused herself to finish her work. I’d asked, and she’d said it was sothing about setting appointnts for an engagent she wanted us to be part of soday soon. She’d been cagey when I pressed her for details, though, ultimately waving off with an "I’ll give you two ti to prepare". As if that clarified anything...
I finished my last sausage link as Lyra strolled in wearing thin brown trousers, a beige two-button shirt, and black slip ons. We hadn’t spoken after I ca back from my ti with Isobel because she’d been fast asleep.
Her blonde hair was wrapped in a ponytail, which was still sowhat damp from her morning shower. As I looked at it, though, I couldn’t stop my mind from going to the places Isobel had forced it to go. She’d described Lyra’s body in excruciating detail, and now that she was wearing these casual clothes, I... I saw it. The size of her breasts, the size of her hips. Lyra was always attractive. Ever since we were young, she was always the one people wanted to see. I’d also closed my eyes to that fact, though, because she’s supposed to be my damn "sister"!
"Why’re you looking at like you wanna kill ? Did I forget your birthday or sothing?"
"O-oh!" I stamred, not realizing I’d been staring. I blushed. "Just lost in thought. My bad. Long day yesterday."
Lyra’s eyes lit up. "Oh, I bet! Hold on, I need to hear about this!"
She damn near sprinted to the kitchen, loading up her plate with eggs and sausage before sitting in the chair right beside . She forked so eggs and a full sausage in her mouth before turning to have , eyes wide like a gossip.
"Soo~? How’d things go with Isobel? They must’ve gone well since she didn’t nag about sleeping early yesterday." She smiled, washing down her bite with water. "I need to know all about my favorite playboy!"
I paused, toast halfway to my lips. Isobel had ntioned sothing about Lyra giving a certain "look". One that makes her thoughts abundantly clear. If I answered her probing questions properly, would I see that look...?
I scanned her face for it, unsure what I’d find. Would I know it when I saw it? Right now, she really did just look like an eager gossip about to get her daily scoop. Maybe I’d find it if I pushed more than normal?
"Things went well," I finally answered. "We had sex, but I guess you want the details."
Her fork stopped, but she leaned in, brows shooting up. "No shit, I want the details. Let’s go!"
I set my plate aside and started before I could psych myself out. "After we separated yesterday, I took a bath, rubbed on my favorite fragrance, then went to her room to give her a shoulder massage. We went on a tour of the place soon after, but that’s where things kicked off. We were a few steps away from the training hall, and we kissed. A lot. Lots of tongue, lots of touching. But, we didn’t finish things up because she wanted to finish the tour." I chuckled a bit. "She actually told sothing pretty interesting about herself before everything started, but I think we can discuss that later."
"Yeah... that’s not what I care about right now," Lyra said. She was still eating, but her bites couldn’t swallow, her eyes slightly wider. "What happened when things kicked off?"
"She pushed to the wall, grabbed by the collar, then started kissing again. Then, she started giving a handjob while she talked dirty to . She’s really good at that. Way too good at that."
Lyra put her fork down and shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, but her face stayed locked on mine.
"Before I could cum, though, she summoned a clone of herself. It was identical in appearance, but her personality was a bit different. She was more desperate than the main Isobel. Anyway, she has eat out her clone because she can feel everything I do to it. While I’m doing that, she’s giving the best head she’s ever given . It was overwhelming at first, but I adjusted pretty quickly."
I watched Lyra’s reaction for any changes, of which there were a few. Her expression was a bit softer. That childish eagerness was replaced by a lighter curiosity; her cheeks seed a bit red, and her breathing was slightly faster. Interesting changes, but not enough for to co to any conclusions. I’d have to keep pressing.
"When we finished with the foreplay, that was when I finally fucked Isobel. She’s normally quite dominant, but because she had to focus on keeping the clone active, she couldn’t do that. So, she let do whatever I wanted to get without protest. She talked dirty like always, but her dirty talk was far more... direct. She wasn’t trying to make suffer with her words; she just wanted to make cum. And I did, obviously." The mory surged, my own pulse quickening. "That’s when the clone ca back in. She was jealous that I was focusing on Isobel despite them sharing sensations, so I gave her what she needed. She tried to be dominant, but Isobel took control of the situation. Her clone didn’t stand a chance against us. In the end, they milked dry."
Sothing had changed. Maybe it was the atmosphere, which had completely left the "casual" zone. It also could’ve been the look in Lyra’s eye. She’d completely forgotten her food now and was turned towards while resting her head in her hand. I, unfortunately, couldn’t quite read her expression, but there was certainly sothing there.
"So..." Lyra started, voice unusually soft in a way that gave goosebumps. "How did it feel for you...?"
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