Brittany was sitting in her and Bay's room, wearing a tank top and boy shorts since it was warm. Their parents had tried to give them separate rooms when they were older but Brittany ended up ordering her sister to sneak into her room because she didn't want to stay away from her. That was when their parents could already tell what the status of their two daughters were going to be even before they got their marks. Bay always listened to Brittany's every order and soon they gave up on trying to have Bay stay in another room.
She had her laptop in her lap looking at sites that sold quality collars. Trying to find one that'd look the prettiest on her sister's neck. Senior year meant that Brittany was going to have to take complete charge of Bay and officially make her her slave. She was going to have classes on rules and Master/Slave classes together to show how well they worked together.
"But we always have sleepovers after football games," Brittany said, genuinely confused and a tad hurt. She didn't understand why Santana was blowing her off.
"Yeah well, I'm spending the night with Puck. You should see if you can move in on that new kid Sam before Quinn claims him," Santana said briskly, putting her books in her locker without making eye contact with Brittany.
"But what about our Sweet Valley High marathon?"
"What about it?" Santana snapped.
"Are you going to watch it with Puck?"
"No, obviously. We're just going to get our mack on. It'll look good leaving the game with guys."
"But--"
"What, Brittany?"
"But what about getting your mack on with me?"
Santana slammed her locker door and looked around the hallway nervously.
"First of all, lower your voice. Second of all, I told you that was just until Puck was out of the slammer." She rolled her eyes and tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, walking towards her next class.
"But..." Brittany started again, walking to catch up with Santana.
"No," Santana said loudly, "No more buts," she sneered. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? In fact, I think Coach was looking for you."
Brittany narrowed her eyes and tried to hide the hurt from her features. People were looking at them. She knew she had to save face.
"Oh yeah. I'm her dummy to test out the new cannon. Better go get ready."
"Mhm, that's right. Catch you later, B," Santana said before turning again and weaving her way through the other students, leaving Brittany in the dust.
The blonde Cheerio made her way sadly back to her locker, though she tried not to show just how badly Santana's rejection hurt her as she grabbed the right stuff for her next class.
Brittany rolled off her bed with a sigh, taking a moment to shake out her tight limbs. Maybe shake the sadness out too, she thought as she stretched and touched her toes. She stepped into her slippers and grabbed Lord Tubbington off her bed before making the way to the living room of the Pierce home. Things with Santana were confusing, but she was ready to forget about all of that for the rest of the night. "Hey, Jordy," she said with a smile that didn't exactly reach her eyes, plopping down on the couch and rubbing her hand against her cat's smooth fur. Brittany was grateful for her sister. It was like having a built in best friend to make things a little better, and she was depending on her more and more these days. "Ready for movie night?" she asked, patting the space next to her on the couch.
SUMMARY → Briella has to punish Skye and then leaves her high and dry
Briella was actually really, really happy her sister was here. She wasn't sure where Brittany had wandered off too, but she hadn't even gotten to say hello to her. She was glad when she saw Skye there and maybe she was a little too eager as she got the board games out for the pair of them to play. She threw her dip dyed hair in a high ponytail, loving the pieces of yellow and pink showing with the blonde. There was like new air being pumped into the room for the quiet blonde. She felt a small wave of confidence and comfort washing over her as she adjusted the short skirt and camisole top she had on. The blonde added a red lacy cardigan on top for a pop of color over all her back. Briella had made sure Emilia went to the library for a little bit, because she wanted some private time with her older sister. She waited patiently to hear the knocking on the door from Kitty delivering Skye to her. Briella was not surprised her sister had gotten a punishment the first night in. Her sister was strong willed and she wished for a moment she was different. She wasn’t really expecting the gag, but she saw it and knew about the whips. Saying a quick hello and goodbye to Kitty as she took in her sister. It was amazing, even though it was like looking in a mirror. Briella gave a smile, seeing all the anger on her sister's face. Briella felt an I told you so on her lips, but she swallowed the words, grabbing her sister's hand and dragging her inside the room. She was soundless as well, because she wasn't that comfortable with lots of talking, even to her sister. Instead she lead her to the bedroom and grabbed her first aid kit. "Sit." She said, pointing to the bed and shoving a pair of Emilia’s panties off the side. "Learn anything? Not that you can communicate anything. Take your shirt off if you want to clean the area and make sure it’s all good.”
Skye was really, really pissed off. She hadn't even done much wrong, except tell Kitty the truth- about how she hadn't earned her power, and needed to earn respect first...and then that she was a crazy bitch, but that was the truth too. As humiliated and angry as she was, she was glad when they finally reached Briella's door and Kitty left, Skye had been pretty much ignoring her completely since they'd left Kitty's suite. Her eyes swept over Briella when she answered the door, taking the strangely familiar sight of someone who looked exactly like her. Except for the gag, she thought angrily. She couldn't even say hi to her sister, but Briella could talk and she didn't even say hi to her either, and Skye felt a small tinge of disappointment that she tried to brush away. Briella wasn't even happy to see her? She let her sister lead her into the bedroom, looking all around and admiring the luxury of her suite, and bitter at the same time. There was no reason the sub dorms needed to be such shit when the doms got to live like this. She sat on the very edge gingerly, taking her sister's order with resistance. At her question she gave Briella a hard look, shaking her head violently. Pulling off her shirt seemed a little strange, given that it was her sister, but after a moment Skye pulled it off slowly, wincing as it went over the painful welts on her back. She waited, torn between glancing at Briella out of curiosity and looking down at her feet in shame.
Briella sometimes got stuck in modes. That's how she functioned. Modes were her comfort and she needed to fixed her sister before she could even begin to enjoy her being there. She slipped the gloves on with a snap as she looked at her sister. The gag was fitting for her mouth and Briella rather liked it, but she knew it was because she was a little sadistic from time to time. The blonde looked at her sister who shook her head at her, throwing a hard look. The younger blonde crossed her arms as she tilted her head at her. She took her shirt off and Briella chucked for a moment before grabbing a disinfenctant for her welt. "Kitty told me you cried. Which is good for you to do but I wouldn't complain about it whenever you get the chance to speak again." Briella said simply. "Personally, I promise to snip the tip of your ear off if you do so. A permanent reminder to listen to me. Which we want to avoid because you're supposed to make things better being here, not worst." Briella took a deep breathe, talking so much was always taxing to the Mistress. She dabbed at the angry welts. "Don't be so ashamed to be naked in front of me. We have all the same ladybits and people here actually sleep with their siblings." She moved the blonde strands out of her way.
Briella hummed as she worked on the girl's back. Her sister was upset with her but Briella thought upset with her was better than being vicious with others. She could handle herself and Skye, that much she was confident about. Her father probably was happy with her, maybe. She was mostly done stopping being the purposefully stupid girl. It really worked for her though. But that's not going to get her a job or money in the future. The blonde had to think about her caramel hottie. She began putting cream on the welts, to prevent scarring and more damage. She looked up and saw the words her sister had wrote. Laughing, the Mistress shook her head. "No, not your whole ear, but I would punish you, angry bunny." She teased, finishing her job and taking the gloves off as she stood. "But don't call me crazy. It makes me angry and I don't think you want my type of punishment. Kitty was light on you. I'll torture you. Which I don't want to do, so be a good girl." She reminded her, throwing the gloves away in the trash and taking her sister's shirt. "For asking, you can remind topless."
Skye: actually growled when Briella responded to her, the name she'd called her making her especially upset. What right did her sister have to talk to her like that? She stayed still though, trying to calm herself down enough for Briella to finish putting the cream on the welts that were almost as angry as she was, knowing it would help later. She couldn't help the look she gave her sister at the threat to torture her though, somewhere between doubt and fear. Forgetting herself, Skye instinctively reached up the gag fastenings, trying to undo it and defend herself against Briella, before it didn't budge and she was reminded that it was locked, and her hands dropped back down.God, could this day get more awful? Skye just wanted to go back to her own room already, never mind the rock hard beds. She didn't even care that Briella was apparently keeping her shirt - she was comfortable with her body and being naked had never bothered her, surprisingly, even in front of her sister. She just shrugged, meeting Briella's eyes and looking defiant before she grabbed the pen again. /Is there anything I won't get in trouble for saying?/
Briella giggled at her sister when she growled at her. It was really cute actually and she knew she could talk freely as her sister sat there and listened. She wished she liked talking, but she didn't. She threw her sister a cool look as she looked down at her, watching her fumble with the gag. Briella sighed as she went into her closet and grabbed one of Emilia's many rulers and grabbed her sister's hand. "Stop trying to take this off." She said sternly as she administered 10 smacks to the palm of her sister's hand. She sighed as she plotted down next to her sister, rolling her eyes. "Yes, you can compliment me, tell me how amazing I am and fill me in about your life. Because I've been here since December and I ache for something from home."
Skye: watched as Briella returned with a ruler, then inhaled sharply as she began to smack her hand. Her other balled into a fist and she squeezed her eyes shut, doing everything she could to stay calm - or at least, not fight back. She knew Briella wouldn't hesitate to do more and she was /really/ not in the mood. She rubbed her hand gently when Briella finally stopped, giving her sister a harsh glare. She raised her eyebrows at Briella's description of what she was allowed to say, shaking her head slightly. Unbelievable. Scowling as much as she could, Skye grabbed the pen and paper again. /I don't feel like talking anymore./ She put the pad of paper in her sister's lap and turned away from her, twisting her fingers anxiously.
Briella sat the ruler next to her as she crossed her legs. She was used to Skye's rebellious nature. She knew that it had to stem from her parents doting on Brittany and always reprimanding Briella for different things. Sometimes they expected Skye to just get on. Which is why she usually got into fights and made herself louder than the others. Looking at her sister as she shook her head, Briella sighed. She really wanted conversation and board games. She had done this on her own though. Skye's writing was familiar and she smiled for a moment. "I wasn't asking, princess. If you stop acting like a baby, you won't be so upset." She turned her sister to look at her. "Now, you'll compliment me, tell me how awesome I am and then tell me about home." She said, an edge to her voice, because she really needed to hear about their mother and their father. "It's easier to just give in, Skye. You'll learn that. Now don't earn a punishment by pissing me off anymore." She added, her grip tight on her sister's shoulder.
Skye: tensed as Briella gripped her shoulder, but she let her sister turn her, even though all she wanted to do was run. Anger flared in her chest at the accusation of acting like a baby though, she was trying to be /mature/. She didn't want to get in trouble, so she didn't want to talk, and she told Briella that-but that was going to get her in trouble too? Skye squirmed under Briella's grip but didn't get up, looking at her with irritation. Clearly Briella could order anyone she wanted to tell her she was awesome, and couldn't she just call their parents to see about home? Skye twitched away from her grip but after a few moments, grabbed the pen and paper angrily, and jotted down a few sentences. /You're awesome, Miss./ She underlined 'Miss' three times. /You're beautiful and perfect and amazing./ She hesitated, then added, /And clearly used to getting whatever you want. Mom and Dad are fine. Mom got a promotion, remembered she had a third daughter, and shipped me off here. She shouldn't have bothered./ There. That wasn't rude, right?
Briella knew that being with her sister was a constant struggle most of the time. Briella was jaded enough for two people already, not to mention Skye's anger. It wasn't a very good mix , it was probably more voitale than anything else in the world. She felt her sister squirm under her touch and she just tightened it even more. She knew she was upset and she didn't want to be touched, but that's one thing that was a constant. Whatever you don't want to be done to you, as a slave, it would be done. "I prefer Mistress, but continue." She said as her sister underlined the word. A smirk came on her thin, pink lips and she giggled for a moment. Briella really was all of those things and she liked being reminded that she was. Because it was super awesome when people did that for her, reassurance was awesome. Briella rolled her eyes at her sister's next comment and sighed. "Do you always have to try people? You know as well as I that you have to go to a school sooner or later. Better yet, you have to leave home and this is the best school to come to. Emilia's a submissive and guess what? She's the only submissive to lead a club without a dominant's support. You wanna know why? Because she's a good girl. Mom and Dad didn't just send you off. This is supposed to help you, Skye Pierce." Getting up, Briella grabbed her bag of torturous delights, as she liked to call it and grabbed a pair of hand cuffs before coming back to her sister. Anticipating a fight from her, she crossed her arms. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I'll tell you like this. You've managed to earn other punishment in just the short time you have been here, sis. Easy way runs the benefit of it beings short and quick. The hard way will make it long, layered and you'll be sorry you choose that path." Twirling the handcufffs for a moment, she stared at the other set of ocean blue eyes. "Pick."
Skye: rolled her eyes as Briella reeled off the usual speech about how people were trying to help her, about how the school would make her become the perfect good submissive she knew she would never be. Sure, she was quickly seeing the possibility that she’d have to give in to certain threats and orders at certain times in order to not wind up dead at the school, but well mannered and quietly obedient? Maybe it worked out for Emilia, and all the other subs who’d managed to be claimed, but for Skye? It just wasn’t in her nature. She watched with nervous dread as Briella extracted an item from an ominous looking back, her stomach sinking when she saw it was handcuffs. That could mean all sorts of things were coming, things Skye would be helpless to resist. But she had never sensed any kind of hesitance from Briella to punish, or to follow through on her word, and she didn’t seem to be giving any Skye and softness as her sister. Skye swallowed, making unblinking eye contact with Briella, before she ducked her eyes down and away. After another tense moment of quiet and intense inner battle, she moved her hands forward slowly, offering her wrists to Briella defeated silence, a gesture of the submission she so desperately didn’t want to give.
Briella had dealt with letting feelings get in the way of many things since she got here. Brianna and her sister came first to mind, but she had squashed that. Part of her wished she didn't feel the need to make her sister at least understand how things worked. It was probably easier to let Beau or Quinn introduce her to things. However, neither of them would give her aftercare nor did they love her. Not having feelings for someone left things uncomplicated and left you able to do more horrible things without a second thought. Peeing on Lily? Yes, that was something Briella could do to someone she had no feelings except contempt for. But she had feelings for Skye and that was a bit different. She didn't mind punishing her, but she knew that punishing her was going to be taxing but teaching. Briella wouldn't normally look someone in the eye for a long time, but she knew that this was important. Skye hadn't yet called her a crazy bitch, so that was definitely showing that no nonsense was the way to go with this. Finally when her sister looked away, Briella took a deep breath of air and waited for her sister to give her hands or to write something offensive. However, the former came first and Briella locked the cuffs on one wrist before the other. "Good girl." She praised. "The easy way always is always the best way." She told her before leading her sister to the hook in the corner and stretching her arms to hook the cuffs. With a hum, she skipped back to her bag and brought it with her. Grabbing scissors, she got rid of the clothes on her sister's back, before attaching a legs spreader and setting it to the maximum distance. She pulled away, satisfied with her sister on her tiptoes and her legs spread. Grabbing her camera, she snapped a few pictures with a smile and then grabbed a paddle. "I think 50 will be a good number of hits for you."
Skye: only glared at Briella as she locked the cuffs in place around her wrists, once again fighting the intense urge to run away or worse, even shove Briella away. Fortunately she was able to hold back those urges, though a moment later - she almost wished she had. With the cuffs hooked above her head, having to stand on tiptoe to lessen the strain in her arms, she was completely helpless to fight anything her sister might do. But if she thought she’d been in a bad situation before, it paled in comparison to the situation she found herself in when Briella cut off her remaining clothes and forced her legs wide apart, locking them in place. Still gagged, Skye couldn’t even plead if she had wanted to. But when she heard the number of hits Briella was planning for her, a muffled cry of protest sounded in her throat anyway and her eyebrows shot up, shaking her head and begging as much as she could. Just for one tiny comment about how Briella was used to getting what she wanted, and this? Twisting as much as she could, she made another unintelligible noise in the back of her throat out of protest, staring at Briella with anger and fear.
Briella could feel her sister's glare, but it just made her smile as she watched her for a moment. There was nothing spiteful between them, it was just about their roles together. The younger blonde watched her sister, admiring every moment of watching her sister with tasteful curiosity. "it would have been totally easier if you didn't say the first thing that came in your mind. You'll find that I actually do get my way all the time. Either through orders or brute punishments. I would make you count, but let's hope I can keep count. I meant have to start over." She teased before grabbing a handful of her sister's ass. She rather liked this position and ignored her sister's noises as she began swatting her bear behind.
Skye: did not like the sound of this. Briella getting whatever she wanted all the time meant that Skye would be subject to her whims - and she knew from growing up with Briella that her whims could be unpredictable. And it looked her time at the academy so far had only made her more dominant and eager to punish. Skye's whole body tensed up as Briella grabbed her ass, almost trembling both from the large amount of discomfort she was in and her dread of what was about to happen. When she felt the first slap of the paddle against her skin, she cried out in her throat. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the whip had been, but the whip had marked a few welts across her ass and the sting of the paddle made them burst into what felt like fire all over again. It hurt, a lot, and Skye found herself desperately praying Briella wouldn't lose count as she tried to just take each hit and make it through, and also hoping she wouldn't cry again - it would just be too humiliating, as if it wasn't bad enough already.
Briella: Sometimes , Briella knew she was a mean girl. A very mean girl and there was nothing she liked more than being true to any part of herself that bad. With a smile, the blonde hit her sister with force, making sure she stopped and took pictures as she enjoyed the reddening the pale skin of her sister. She didn't keep count, just placed swaps until she was satisfied with the red skin and the marks on her sister's ass. She took more pictures before counting out the hits until she reached 50. She ran her fingers over the skin as she cocked her head. "Sitting will be quiet hard for you. Now I suppose you'll mean your manner, little one." Briella took a step back, before her smirking at her sister. "Someone's wet."
Skye: had been trying to count the strokes of the paddle, but she lost count by around 20, it just hurt too much to focus. She flinched and made a pained noise every single time, fiercely holding back the tears that threatened to fall as the hits on her bare and abused ass just kept coming. She felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her entire life. When Briella finally, finally stopped, Skye whimpered in relief, her whole body shaking and desperate to be let down from the hook. Especially a moment later when her cheeks flushed hot at her sister's comment. She'd been trying to ignore the low ache between her legs, pretending she wasn't getting turned on by the spanking. It was more than humiliating but Skye couldn't say anything, or even try to close her legs. She stared at the ground, hoping Briella wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
Briella was a little surprised as she saw how wet her sister was. The creamy skin was glistening and she laughed for a moment. "The tough firecracker who doesn't want anyone to dominate her and is hellbent on getting hurt is turned on by getting her ass spanked." She teased as she stepped closer to her triplet. "Horny little girl." She teased, her fingers wasting no time to trace the lower set of lips. "Shame you've fucked up and lost use of your mouth. I don't show any of my talents with getting anything in return." She teased as she parted her sister's wet pussy, circling the clit on the girl. Their father would be enraged at the moment at the girls, especially Briella for touching her sister like this. However he was far away as she slipped two fingers inside her sister. "Tight little pussy you have, sissy." Briella held her fingers there, not moving them at all, hoping to drive her hormones even wilder.
Skye: would have been denying it brutally if she’d been able to speak, and so for the second time she was forced to admit that the gag was probably helping at least in that way. As it was, all she could do was make another noise of protest and try to move as much as possible as Briella stepped closer, though she froze when her sister first touched her, her eyes widening. It had been a while since anyone besides herself had touched her that way, that had to be why she could feel herself getting even more wet as Briella touched her so slowly. She /really/ couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped when her sister’s fingers slid to her clit. When had she gotten so damn sensitive? It wasn’t helping that Briella’s words were turning her on, entirely against her will. Her ass still felt like it was on fire, her arms and legs were tired, her jaw ached…but between her legs, she had a desperate need. She managed to stay quiet as Briella slipped her skilled fingers inside her, but she couldn’t hold back the her hips jerked involuntarily, needing those fingers to /do/ something.
Briella Pierce could list you a million things she was awesome at, but the number on her list was sex and knowing how to drive someone crazy. Smirking she felt her sister's wetness spread over her fingers and the first rock of her rock of her hips. Whatever she was probably lying about to herself, it was undeniable that she wanted Briella to fuck her and even more that punishments turned her on. Which meant she wanted to submit to her. Well, probably other people, but Briella was a selfish person, so just her. "Awe, look at you. Your slutty pussy isn't able to stop seeking pleasure." Her blue eyes lit up with merriment. "You should try begging." She teased her mercilessly, making sure to hold her fingers still. "Come on, work your hips. Fuck my fingers with your tight pink pussy Skye."
Skye: didn’t want to think about what was going on. She didn’t want to think about the way her body was reacting to Briella’s words, making her more and more wet every passing moment or the fact that her fingers were held still inside her just not…./doing/ anything. It was extremely frustrating. Her body was just so tired, and hurting, and her mind was exhausted - it had a been a crazy first day, that was it. Skye was just so damn tired, and that was the only reason why her hips tried to move with Briella’s fingers inside her, a tiny whimper sounding in her throat at how little she was able to.
Briella was watching her sister and she was glad she was too tired to even work for her own orgasm. This would serve as a good lesson to her, even if it didn't last as long as it might for Emilia. She removed her fingers with a wide smirk before tasting her sister's juices. "Yummy." She said before licking her lips and helping her sister off the hook. "We'll have to try for you working on bringing yourself to an orgasm, but you looked tired." She teased, before picking her sister up and laying her down on the bed. "Next time, be respectful." She warned her, putting a cover over her. "Now rest, naughty little girl."
Skye: inhaled sharply at the movement of Briella’s fingers, but when it was just to remove them, she made a sad noise, completely forgetting herself. Seriously? That was it? Skye already knew that protesting (the little she could do) would be completely useless and would probably get her in more trouble, and her body just hurt too much and was too tired for that. She let her sister carry her into bed, wincing as the sheets hit her hurt skin. She widened her eyes - was that it? Briella was just going to leave her now? Trying to the way she could feel how wet she was still getting because of her sister, Skye grabbed the pen and paper next to the bed and hesitated, before writing down a short message. /It hurts./ She pointed to the gag locked in her mouth, her jaw aching already. Briella was a dominant, maybe she could figure out a way to take it off, at least for just a few minutes.
Briella was done with her sister the moment she pointed to the gag. "That's your problem, not mine. Relax. I'll be back with some dinner later." She said before leaving the room.
WHAT: Brittany officially moves into Bridget's apartment.
WHEN: April 29, 2014, Afternoon
Bridget was excited - beyond excited really. Today was the day that Brittany was going to move in, her Brittany. Her girl, her babe, her lover, her everything was going to be entering through those doors with boxes and bags and they were going to unpack and place her things in closets and drawers and tonight they were going to sleep in the same bed and not worry about parting because one lives here or there. No, tonight they were going to sleep together and then wake up together and then make breakfast together and watch TV together and then go right back to sleep in their bed. Their bed. They were going to share a bed, an apartment, a life. Bridget sighed as she heard the sounds of a horn and opened her door to see a U-haul truck parked downstairs. Cheddar meowed behind her, "Hey, be nice okay? If you scratch her I swear to God I will take you to the pound." Cheddar meowed slowly and Bridget would swear he raised his paw in a state of surrender. She skipped down the steps to greet her sister with a warm tight embrace, "Hey you."
Brittany was reasonably stressed out but also excited to be doing something so huge. Granted it had taken a lot of boxes and explaining and packing up her apartment on such a short notice with minimal help had been horrendous and if asked to do it again she would probably laugh in someone's face before proceeding to shoot numerous choice words their way, but that didn't matter right now. This was for her and Bridget and while the actual moving process was a hassle and made even the most sane of people want to rip their hair out she knew that at the end of the day when the last box was unpacked and the two of them were officially together in their apartment that all of it would have been worth it. Brittany was just stepping out of the rather large vehicle when she noticed her sister coming down the steps, she briefly wondered if people thought anything about how openly touchy they always were, but that thought left her mind the second Bridget's arms wrapped around her. "Hey to you too."
Bridget felt this pinch of happiness wash over her every time she saw Brittany, it was like no matter what happened moments before was meaningless once the blonde was in front of her. "Do you need any help? Duh of course you need help." She walked to the back of the truck and opened it's doors revealing the many boxes inside. While anyone else may have gasped at the sight of the amount of things Brittany had Bridget just smiled and kind of swayed a bit in her spot. "So, I'll take the little boxes and you can take the big ones. That sounds about right." She teased.
Brittany pulled back from the embrace and stared at her sister for a moment, normally it would be weird but she found herself just wanting to look at her. It could totally pass off as something platonic though, but if we were being honest Brittany couldn't really bring herself to care about what people thought when they saw her and Bridget together. Whether they figured it out or not it didn't really bother her. Shaking her head in amusement she followed her older sister to the back of the truck, raising an eyebrow at her suggestion. "How about Bridget takes all the boxes and Brittany sits on the couch and watches?"
Bridget rose an eyebrow, "Uh no." She climbed on top of the truck and began to riffle through the boxes, she held one and gently shook it to see if anything breakable was inside. Declaring there was nothing too fragile to be handled she slid it to the end of the truck - she did the same thing with two other boxes, "There ya go, that's for you." She found a heavy box and a counterbalanced light one and placed the light one on top and slowly trailed out of the truck, "Come on." She nudged her sister to follow her up the stairs to her apartment and placed the boxes in the front room. Cheddar sat up from his position on the couch and climbed down walking around the blondes.
Brittany sighed dramatically, though there was a smile on her face. She knew that both of them would probably end up doing about the same amount of work by the time this was all over so it didn't bother her too much. Watching as Bridget began rifling through all the boxes she made a point of staring at her ass whenever she bent over for more than a second, always rather appreciative of that particular part of her sister's body. Looking to the boxes that had appeared in front of her she nodded and grabbed them easily, not really sure what was in them but she didn't really care all that much, it probably wasn't that important. Following behind the blonde she set her pile of boxes on the floor, narrowing her eyes at the cat. "Why is the beast not locked away in a cage somewhere? It would be a shame if something...were to...happen to him."
Bridget turned to her sister and then back to her kitten she quickly stepped in front of the cat and outstretched her hands, "Don't hurt 'em. Don't hurt 'em!" She spun around and lifted the kitten into her arms despite his meowing at her to put him down, "I'll put 'em up." She walked to the bathroom and placed him down, "I'm sorry." She whispered, scratching the now purring feline behind the ears, "But you know how she is. Soon she'll love you as much as I do." She smiled and she would swear the kitten smiled in return. She closed the bathroom door hearing light scratches against it and walked back to where Brittany stood, "You're lucky you're cute, did you know that?" She questioned wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist.
Brittany held her hands up to signal that she wasn't doing anything to hurt him, granted if she wanted to she would obviously wait until Bridget was,t home but that was for another day. She simply crossed her arms over her chest and watched as her sister quickly picked up the cat and took him away, she briefly wondered how well Cheddar and Lord Tubbington would get along but when Bridget came back out she just smiled innocently, shrugging slightly. "Cuter than Cheddar right? Like you think I'm more adorable than him,right?"
Bridget kissed her sister's nose, "Oh definitely." She said with a nod, she wondered how long she would have to hide her kitten in the bathroom but knew the feeling would pass in due time. Cheddar was really an adorable little kitten and, until Brittany popped up, he was the love of her life. It would kill the blonde if the two most important people in her life couldn't get along. "Come on, we still have a ton of boxes to get." She pulled away and clasped her hand over Brittany's wrist to led her back down the stairs to the truck. She repeated the method she did before going back up the stairs with a heavy box and light one in her arms.
Brittany eyed her sister to make sure she was telling the truth. Looking for any of Bridget's obvious signs that she was lying, but a smile slowly spread across her lips when she found none. Glad that she had the cat beat in that category, as long as she knew that she was ranked higher than Cheddar she may be able to learn to love him. Letting out a groan when Bridget started pulling her back outside she drug her feet the entire way. "Can't we just have somebody else do this and hang out in bed for the rest of the day instead?" When asked, even as she grabbed a few boxes to bring back up.
Bridget placed the boxes down in a tired huff, "What was that you said about having someone else do this?" She teased, "How long do you have the truck for exactly?" She questioned, "Because... I can totally be okay with stopping and just relaxing in bed with you... Or on the couch, the kitchen floor, or even the wall." She shrugged, pulling her sister towards her. She wrapped her familiar hands around that familiar waist and kissed her sister's lips. She hadn't done that since she walked through that door and that was a crime within itself. She pushed her lightly against the wall still kissing those pale pink lips.
Brittany giggled and then coughed to cover it before promptly giggling again. "Well technically this was your idea so it's only fair that you do most of the work." She reasoned, setting her own, much lighter boxes down, the living room beginning to look a bit crowded but they would fix that shortly. "Until tomorrow morning..." Was Brittany's only reply, trailing off as soon as Bridget's hands pulled her closer and identical lips met her own. She wasn't sure why she basically turned into a prepubescent teenage boy whenever things got to this point but she hoped that eventually it would wear off so that she didn't have to remember to breathe every time her sister touched her, fainting was only cute once and then it was just sad. Letting out a sigh when her back met the wall she brought her hands up to tangle in strands of blonde hair.
Bridget slipped her tongue through pale pink lips and moaned softly against the feel of their lips colliding her hands pushing under Brittany's shirt, slowly creeping towards her bra straps, her fingers lightly tapping against the fabric of it. She broke the kiss slowly trailing kisses down her cheek towards her neck and sucking softly on the flesh there. She was hers and no one elses and she was going to have a mark to prove it. She removed her hands from under her shirt and headed towards her bottoms, fumbling with the button and zipper slowly slipping her fingers inside. Circling two fingers against her clit as she continued so suck on soft flesh.
Brittany knew that there were pressing matters at hand, like the fact that there was a truck full of her things downstairs that needed to be unpacked and he'd cat was chilling out in a crate in the passenger seat of said. She knew she should say something and that it would be wise to at least get the boxes inside before this happened but when you had a very attractive girl currently doing all sorts of wonderful things to your body the last thing going through your mind was logical thought. The sound of a button quickly followed by that of a zipper pierced the air and she was pretty much done for. If she wasn't currently being pushed against the wall she would have fallen to the flood in a puddle of limbs the second fingers made contact with her sensitive nub, a quiet gasp leaving her lips almost immediately.
Bridget didn't think logically when Brittany was involved, she thought over the top, cheesy, and definitely cliche, but never logical. In her mind there was no means for logic because who needed that when you had Brittany S. Pierce in front of you? She was beautiful, she was special, she was caring, she was everything that made the world so much better and as her fingers circled in a fast beat against her clit and identical twin lips sucked on her neck she was everything that Bridget needed and wanted. She released her lips from Brittany's neck and trailed back to her lips and kissed her effortlessly as her fingers continued to go to town inside the blonde.
Brittany was lost in everything Bridget right now. Being this close to the girl was like being surrounded by her and every movement or breath that the girl took Brittany not only saw but felt. All her thoughts were jumbled up messes and the only thing she could make out had something to do with her sister, and while normally she would be forcing herself to think of something else she just let it happen , eagerly returning the kiss as she gripped the slightly taller girl's shoulders in support.
Bridget loved being in control and had become accustomed to the blonde's movements and reactions that she knew when she was doing something wrong or right, she knew when she was about to climax, she knew when her legs were cramping up and they needed to change positions, and definitely went the honey was beginning to take its tole and she was a bit on a sugar high. Maybe they had sex a bit too often since they became a 'them' but truthfully Bridget didn't care. She had become so close to Brittany that it felt like a fantasy - and she was living it out with the girl of her dreams. Their lips aggressively collided and she went harder and faster with her fingers against her clit pressing her a bit harder against the wall.
Brittany was now just a gasping mess at this point which normally happened by the time their "sexual activities" progressed this far. Ever since they had claimed each other officially but not officially it seemed that they had been trying to make up for lost time which meant going at it like bunny rabbits the second they were alone. Brittany didn't really mind it though seeing as sex with her sister was like all the good things in the world rolled up into one really awesome orgasm in the end. Pale fingers dug into strong shoulders as she panted heavily her head titlting back and hitting the wall with a soft thud a rather loud and high pitched moan escaping her lips as waves of pleasure wracked through her body.
Bridget breathing increased and she could feel herself needing air of some kind to keep up her rhythm, moans slipped in between her kisses as she picked up speed in her movements. She removed her lips from Brittany's but they remained inches away from one another as she tilted her head back against the wall, her body cascading a small tremble between Bridget and the wall. She smirked taking out her fingers and licking them clean, "Mmm, taste like chicken." She joked, kissing her sister's lips softly, "Welp, break time is over. Let's get the rest of the boxes." And with that she was heading down the stairs back towards the truck.
Brittany leaned against the wall, her eyes half closed as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Her chest noticeably moving rapidly as she took in what little air she could manage to find though mostly she was just glad she had made it through another sexy time with Bridget without fainting. Blue eyes opened comically so as she stared at her sister in shock, particularly her mouth as she watched her lick her fingers clean, though that sight was starting to become something she was used to. "Chicken..?" She mumbled, her brows furrowing though she returned the kiss, figuring that it was just Bridget being Bridget. With a Goran in protest she actually stopped leaning against the wall and supported her own weight, stopping to get her pants back in order before sluggishly making her way downstairs to grab more boxes.
Bridget did as the times before and tried to collect the lightest boxes for her sister to carry, "Hey you know what I was thinking? Tomorrow we can have like... a naked cuddles day. I mean, it won't be all day because we have work, but we can just stay in bed all day and just cuddle naked. We do it already, but it'll be different because when you leave you can come back because you know..." She grabbed her boxes and slowly made her way out of the truck, "This is your place too now." She smiled, a small blush rising onto her cheeks, "Our place. This is our place." For someone who never pictured herself in a relationship nor wanted anything to do with them, she was definitely in love with her relationship with each passing day.
Brittany made it down to the truck with little difficulty, though she could really go for a nap after that. The good thing was all the sex she had been having lately was starting to do wonders for her stamina, not that she had much if any at all before but seeing as she hadn't fainted and was alone slightly exhausted she figured it was working. Humming to show that she was listening she titled her head to the side as she grabbed the boxes Bridget had set aside for her, grinning at the bashful nature her sister was presenting her idea. "Sometimes you're so sexy that you make me faint and other times you're so adorable that I just want to hug you and never let you go...this is one of those adorable moments." She said, scrunching her nose up in lieu of answer, hoping that by now her sister knew that she would never pass up naked cuddles.
Bridget bit her bottom lip sheepishly and shrugged, "Don't tell anyone. I have a rep to uphold." She teased heading back up the stairs and placing the box down with the rest of the boxes. Luckily there were only a few more to go, but looking around her apartment she was wondering if she was going to have enough space for all her stuff. Oh well, she supposed, she would make room because that's what you did in a relationship, right? You make room. Their last trip back down the stairs had Bridget look through the truck for a second time in case anything fell out or was missing, though she could come back in the morning to check again. She caught sight of Brittany's cat and nodded, "I see you got him out the box."
Brittany rolled her eyes playfully at her sister. She knew that this whole "having feelings" thing was strange for Bridget, but in all honesty she didn't understand how. The Bridget that Brittany got to see was the most caring and loving person she's ever met. Though she may be a little biased. Happily following her older sister upstairs she deposited her pile of boxes into the basically filled living room and was glad to see that the truck was basically empty upon getting back down there. "Hi baby...did you have a good nap?" Brittany cooed as she scooped the rather fat cat up into her arms looking at Bridget and nodding. "The other big sister came over and found him for me."
Bridget smiled at the scene, "Gotta love Morgan." Bridget didn't think much of Brittany's cat, maybe it was because he just looked up to no good or maybe because Brittany seemed to light up when the four legged creature was around. Who knew? Though Bridget was pretty sure she saw the kitten raise a paw to flip her off, she rolled her eyes at the feline. "Should we put him in the bathroom to meet Cheddar?" She asked strolling back up the stairs with the last of the boxes in her arms. She placed them along the rest and placed her hands on her hips looking around the apartment. It looked like a maze. A very sad maze, but a maze. She wrapped her arms around Brittany, placing her chin on top of her shoulder, "Welcome home."
Brittany looked up from Lord Tubbington and nodded her head in agreement. "She's the best big sister that I don't have sex with ever...well I mean there was that one time but you were there so it doesn't count." She said, rubbing her hand through her cat's fur, she figured he must ventured because he normally didn't let her hold him this close. "Yeah. He can meet his...step brother? Cousion? I'm confused." The blonde said with a bit of a pout as they reached the apartment, looking around at the messy place and only feeling excitement as she set LT down on the ground, relaxing into the embrace and placing her own hands over Bridget's. "Everywhere is home with you though."
Bridget found Brittany's rambles adorable and just let her go on about their drunken threesome with their triplet. Looking back on it Bridget didn't remember much about that night but she remembered she had a nice orgasm and gave Morgan a nice one as well so obviously the night wasn't a complete waste. "His family." Bridget simply said, the correct label not all that important. She smiled at Brittany's words, melting into the contact the two were sharing. God, she loved the woman she was holding onto. "I know you're probably so excited to unpack all of your things." She removed her arms from around her waist and grabbed Brittany's hand, "But, I think there's something else we should do instead." She pulled her through the maze of boxes heading towards her bedroom, "Just cuddles, swear."
Brittany watched Lord Tubbington as he made his way through the boxes, not worried that he would get stuck in one again seeing as they were all closed. Turning her head slightly so she could see Bridget she smiled, leave it to her big sister to make it all seem so simple. Family. They'd always been a family but now things were different and whether she was imagining it or not it felt like this is how it was supposed to be all along. "Oh yeah. So excited." She said, eyeing all of her things and wondering when and how it was going to fit. Thankfully though Bridget wasn't in much of a rush to get everything settled and started pulling her towards a very familiar bedroom. "Only cuddles? Well that's boring."
Bridget rose an eyebrow when her sister said that cuddles were boring. How dare she. All the blonde wanted was to have nice, possibly naked, cuddles with her sister, but apparently that wasn't going to happen and well... Bridget was never one not to give Brittany what she wanted. "Boring, huh?" Swiftly Bridget lifted her shirt above her head, kicked her shoes to the side and slowly and seductively removed her pants kicking them to where her shoes lay. "Still boring?" She asked, sliding towards her wrapping arms around her neck and kissing identical lips.
Brittany hadn't even realized that what she said had bothered her sister, she was too busy thinking of ways that she could turn this cuddles into something a little bit more fun on both parts. Was she being unreasonable or just really horny? Probably name little bit of both. "A little boring but if you really wan-" She stopped talking when Bridget tugged her shirt off,quickly followed by her shoes and pants and pretty soon all Brittany could do was stare. "Um..." Blue eyes traced over all the bare skin she could see, giving up on vocalizing her thoughts and instead eagerly returning the kiss, her hands gripping a pale was it tightly.
Bridget smiled into the kiss realizing she had one up against her sister, though that was a usual case, but tonight she wanted a change. She was usually in charge and while moments ago against the wall felt and tasted amazing Bridget would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy those moments where Brittany took charge in the bedroom. The way she looked at her, kissed her, touched her, made her cum so effortlessly. Just thinking about it turned Bridget on. She unhooked her own bra, removing her lips from Brittany's and sliding the straps off her arms soon her underwear followed suit being tossed along with the rest of her below waist wear. "How bored are you right now?"
Brittany was totally in love with this whole "living together" thing and it had only been official for about five minutes. Granted there was still a lot of things to be done and no doubt moving in together would take some time to get used to, but right now she was wondering why they hadn't thought of this sooner. It wasn't even like they never had sex, actually they had a lot of sex. One might argue that they have too much sex, but it was apart of their relationship. Sure there was more to it but the simple act of being that close to each other was one of best ways to express how much love they had for each other and the orgasms were just the icing on the cake. Their lips separated with an audible sound and Brittany shamelessly let her eyes rake over the very much exposed skin of her sister, a smirk making itself known on her lips as she finally tore her eyes away and actually looked at Bridget's face. "Not very...I'm actually pretty entertained right now."
Bridget tilted her head to the side, placing her hands on her hips looking around the room and shrugging, "Huh, well I'm a bit bored." She faked a yawn and walked over to the bed, lying down on her stomach facing the blonde with a devious grin on her face. "You should probably entertain me. Or... I could just entertain myself." She turned over onto her back with a shrug, tilting her head back to eye the girl upside down before letting her fingers scroll down her stomach towards her pussy, she slipped one finger in rubbing her own clit and sighed. "So, what are you going to do?"
Brittany raised an eyebrow as her sister spoke though she didn't say anything, just watching silently as she watched Bridget move, her eyes not sure on what part of her body to stay focused on. Raising the other eyebrow she tried not to let it show just how turned on this little act was making her, since she was supposed to be all dominant and not submissive. Giving herself a mini pep talk in her mind she hummed as though she were thinking over that proposition. "Well first I'm going to get naked." She said as if that were obvious, tugging her shirt off which was quickly followed by her beginning to shimmy out of her jeans. "Then I'm probably going to come over there and fuck you for a little bit and when you're about to cum I'll pull out..." she trailed off as she unclasped her bra, leaving her naked except for her panties. "And I'll make you beg for me.." she continued on as she began crawling up the bed, stopping when she was hovering directly over her sister. "...and finally I'll cave and make you cum so hard that the neighbors will hear you scream. How does that sound?"
Bridget watched her sister attentively, swallowing harshly as she spoke and undressed simultaneously there was something about the way she spoke that caused the older blonde to bite her lip and restrain herself from continuing to rub her clit as Brittany moved about the room. Her eyes locked in on identical blue orbs as Brittany hovered over her, her breath caught in her throat causing her stomach to slump down. She licked her lips flirtatiously at her sister, pretending not to be as aroused as the wetness of her pussy was giving off. "That sounds... doable."
Brittany just stared at the girl underneath her with a blank stare on her face for a moment before it quickly morphed into a smug grin. She knew that Bridget was a pro at pretending, but she knew just from the way she was breathing and from the simple fact that the tension between the two of them was able to be cute with a knife that something she had just said did the trick. "Good." Was her only reply, wasting no time and leaning down to press a bruising kiss to waiting pink lips, one hand pressing into the mattress next to Bridget's head as she supported her weight and the other trailing down a toned stomach before finding it's destination, her fingers almost immediately greeted by copious amounts of wetness. "Are you still bored?" she mumbled into the kiss at the same time as she slid two fingers into her sister, not bothering with starting off slow, the amount of wetness allowing her to pick up a rather fast pace from the start.
Bridget 's stomach only slumped lower when Brittany's lips pressed onto hers; she moaned softly into it not being able to pretend for as long as she thought she could. The things the blonde did to her body was more than anyone could ever know, she tilted her head back against the mattress for a moment closing her eyes as Brittany's fingers trailed down her stomach. Another moan escaped her lips as warm fingers slipped into her wetness, "A-a little." She stammered, loosing cool points she was sure for breaking her cool. Bridget's hand gripped at the mattress, her stomach going deeper into itself as fast paced fingers dipped inside of her.
Brittany wanted to smirk but she was too preoccupied and she didn't want to disrupt their kiss by moving her lips in anyway that would be considered smug. Plus she just really liked this little game they had going on right now. It was painfully obvious that Bridget's reserve was breaking and she knew it wouldn't be long before the girl beneath her was moaning and giving up the pretense of not being affected by what was going on, but that didn't mean that Brittany wasn't going to milk this for all that it was worth. "A little? Well we can't have that now can we?" She asked, her lips separating from her sister's to trail down a pale neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there, deciding to return the favor and leave a mark of her own as well, her thumb coming down to rub tight circles around her clit, having to concentrate a bit more to keep her fingers in synch with each other.
Bridget tried to keep her composure, but she knew it was a loosing battle. Her hands continued to grip the mattress as her sister released their lips and decided to occupy another section of her body with them. A smile came over her when she realized what she was going for. Matching hickeys? The thought actually made her giggle a bit - it was like having a matching tattoo and she kind of liked that idea. She was Brittanys and Brittany was hers and just that alone made her close her eyes and sigh in harmony. Her small feel of happiness was swept into pleasure as Brittany's thumb rubbed around her clit, she bit her bottom lip and let a small, "Mmm." come out of them.
Brittany smiled as well when she noticed Bridget giggling , momentarily breaking character. She had to admit that even when they were in the middle of some very active and very sexy sexy stuff it was kind of relieving to be able to laugh about something. Brittany let herself appreciate moments like these when she was in control, not that she didn't love being on the bottom or against a wall because all that was fun too but being able to watch her sister fall apart underneath her was a sight she wanted committed to memory and she didn't get to see it enough in her opinion, though they pretty much found time everyday to do something sexual. Pulling her lips away she smiled proudly at the blooming bruise, placing a light kiss to the spot. "Now we're getting somewhere." She mumbled mostly to herself, the small sound from the girl beneath her letting her know that she was getting closer to having her moaning and writhing beneath her without abandon.
Bridget had had sex with Brittany so many times that she enjoyed the moments where giggles and sometimes awkward queefing occurred. It made everything feel more real between them, more genuine. Not everything was story book romance of perfect sex and breakfast in bed, it was sometimes raw and awkward and sometimes the two of them just giggled just because they could and were comfortable around one another. Nothing seemed forced or too much and that was something Bridget admired about their relationship. She didn't have to put on a show for Brittany - Brittany loved her for who she was. She smiled up at the blonde and rolled her eyes as her knees bent upwards as the motions continued between them.
Brittany 's smug expression was slowing morphing into one of admiration as it usually did when things turned from them just being horny and trying to get off to them actually taking time to just be together. Naked and grinding on top of one another but together nonetheless. She loved everything about the connection she felt before, during, and after she had sex with Bridget. It made their relationship just that much better, if that were even possible. Wiggling her eyebrows playfully in silent reply to the eye roll she just dipped her head back down and began placing feather light kisses across pale skin, not really aiming for any place in particular, her fingers keeping up their fast pace inside her sister.
Bridget 's hands slid from the mattress to her sister's back, pressing together against her flesh her head tilted further back onto the mattress. Not too far that Brittany couldn't have access but far enough to allow Brittany to get the message that her fingers were doing things to Bridget's body that made her feel as if she was going to explode. The moment of sweet and adorable had surpassed back into horny desperation and Bridget hated how easily she caved but didn't even care anymore. "B-britt..." She whispered, her eyes closed now.
Brittany watched the way her sister's body was reacting to her and when she felt hands gripping her back she knew they were in a completely different territory than they were moments before. They went from playful to giggling to serious in a matter of minutes and while that quick change should be annoying it was normal for them and to be honest Brittany wouldn't have it any other way. Hearing her name tumble from Bridget's lip in such a way made her practically buzz with excitement the sound the best thing she's heard all day and she doubled her efforts, wanting to hear it louder and over and over again.
Bridget felt like her body was on fire with each rub of her clit and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold, but she was going to try. Once Brittany's efforts doubled her body went from fire to hell and she was swept into a different world. God she loved dominate Brittany - though she loved every part of her. She felt her nails dig into soft skin and she immediately took her hands away, "Sorry" she mouthed, she had never done that before. Counting all the times she had sex with her she had never dug her nails into her and wasn't sure if she was into that or not. She gripped the sheets on the bed instead and soon found her body back to where it was and let Brittany's name fall from her lips over and over in a whispered aggressive state.
Brittany had never enjoyed being on top more than she did at this very moment. Granted she thought that every time she was in this position but it really was a stroke to the ego to watch and feel the way she made her sister's body react to her and the noises and subtle movements inky added to her enjoyment. If she wanted to she could probably cum just from watching the way her sister's face contorted. She let out a soft hiss when nails dug into her skin, shaking her head and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of Bridget's nose to let her know that everything was okay. Biting her bottom lip she reveled in the sound of her name coming from soft lips watching in awe as her sister fell apart beneath her.
Bridget sighed deeply after she came, her body falling underneath Brittany in a mess of sweat and exhaustion. She looked up at her sister and giggled out of breath, "Definitely not boring." She puffed, feeling the sweat fall from her forehead and trickle down to her eyebrows. She wiped the sweat from her brow and then proceeded to wipe the sweat from identical eyebrows. She sat up kissing Brittany's lips softly before pulling away. "I'm exhausted." She said, turning from her sister to the door that led to her bathroom, "But I'm all kinds of sweaty. I should shower..." She bit her lip sneaking away from underneath her sister and getting off of the bed heading towards the door, she called over her shoulder, "Care to join me?" She giggled entering the bathroom not waiting on her reply and turning on the water.
Brittany felt a proud smirk on her face as she looked down at the obviously tired girl beneath her. She wondered if this is how Bridget felt every time she mad Brittany turn into a panting heap of nothing but sweat and exhaustion. "Well you should be. I mean you had to lay here and take it....that's an exhausting job." She teased, missing the contact when Bridget got up but she didn't say anything about it, knowing that they'd be. cuddling and sleeping off their tiredness as soon as her older sister was done in the shower. She was about to relax and lay down on the bed when she heard Bridget's words. She thought about it for a moment, the sound of the water kicking her into gear and she promptly jumped up from the bed and made her way into the bathroom.
WHO: Bridget Pierce, Brittany Pierce, Morgan Pierce
WHAT: Thinking that they're going to a friendly normal sleepover, Bridget and Brittany head over to Morgan's but things go differently than either expected, but that doesn't mean they hated it.
WHEN: April, 16, 2014
WHERE: Morgan's apartment
Bridget took a quiet breath when she pulled into Morgan's place. Turning the engine off she turned to Brittany and gave a small smile, "We've had like a zillion sleepovers with Mo before.. Why am I nervous?" She questioned. She found herself speaking more freely than she usually would about her feelings to Brittany and whether it came from instinct because she was her sister or a way of getting closer because she was her... well, they hadn't really established a label yet but she was her something, Bridget wasn't sure. She shrugged off the nerves, this was her sister. Her big sister, she looked up to her, there was no need to be nervous. Control your shit, Bridge. She got out of the car, her reflex to grab Brittany's hand but she fought against it and knocked on her sister's door, "Come on, open up. It's your favorite face stealer and Brittany."
Morgan had been looking forward to tonights sleepover since she had planned it all the night before, but when she found out a little piece of information her sisters seemed to let out of the conversation she suddenly wasn't as excited anymore. Lately she had been feeling a little out of the loop with her sisters and now knowing that the two of them were dating or whatever she felt even more out of the loop. She had made a whole bunch of little finger foods and spent all day cleaning the apartment and making a big pillow fort that now she had to at least fake some excitement for her sisters sake. Mo looked around the apartment once more as she walked over to the front door, opening it to reveal her two face stealers. "Its about damn time."
Brittany tapped her fingers against her thighs as the car came to stop. She wasn't really nervous per say but she could understand where Bridget was coming from. It was going to be weird to be around Morgan now that they were...something. Not because it was weird to be around her but because it would be weird to act as though nothing were going on. They seriously needed to tell her soon, maybe once it actually had an official title. "Just be your usual charming self." She said encouragingly, following her sister's lead and soon finding herself in front of Morgan's door, waving at her big sister when she opened it. "Hey there No No. Where's the food?" She asked, walking past her sister and into her home.
Bridget slid passed her older sister and headed directly towards the pillow fort, finding a nice comfy place in between sheets and pillows and stretched herself against the cushions and let out a deep sigh. "Let me tell ya 'bout pillow forts." She began, though there wasn't really anything more that followed the sentence as she closed her eyes and hummed. She opened them briefly afterwards and sat up, "Yeah where is the food? I'm wastin' away." She overdramatically placed her hand to her head, "I'm faint."
Morgan closed the door behind them, following them into her own living room where the pillow fort was set up, waiting to see if Bridget was going to finish her pillow fort thought. When it was obvious that no sort of a thing was going to happen she laughed softly before pointing to the counters in the kitchen. "Theres literally food in every square inch of that kitchen." Morgan crossed her arms and started to tap her foot on the ground a little as she looked at her sisters. "So um.. When were you going to tell me you guys were a thing? I had to hear it from Cooper. That felt good.." She rolled her eyes and huffed a bit before walking into the kitchen, not waiting for an answer.
Brittany was looking around for the food, only snapping out of her food hunt when she heard wahst Bridget said and they way she chose to word it, turning slowly and shooting her sister a look of suspicion. A wide grin spread across her lips when Morgan finally revealed the location of the food, clapping her hands in an excited manner. She was about to walk into the kitchen when Morgan spoke again and instead of words she choked on her spit and let out something that resembled someone struggling to breathe as her eyes quickly moved back and forth from Bridget to Morgan's quickly retreating form. Not knowing what to do she finally let her eyes settle on Bridget making wild hand gestures to signal that she had no idea what to do and her voice was escaping her at the moment.
Bridget 's mind was too busy focusing on food and pillows that she barely missed the look Brittany gave her. She smirked at the expression and winked but it turned into a blinking frenzy when she heard what Morgan said. She opened her mouth and closed it and felt nothing but air as Brittany began to use wild hand gestures to talk to her. "Wha?" She mouthed to Brittany before sighing and getting off of the floor, grabbing Brittany's hands and holding them together. "Relax." She whispered, licking her lips, grabbing Brittany's wrist and leading her to the kitchen where Morgan stood. Bridget clapped her hands to begin to speak but lost her words somewhere in the air, she turned to Brittany and sighed turning back to her older sister, "We were going to tell you, we swear." She began, "We... We don't even know what we are, but... we know that this is what we want...." She paused, "I hate that you found out that way.
Morgan was in the kitchen putting food from baking trays onto platter like plates to be able to bring them into the living room where the big coffee table lived when her sisters walked into the kitchen. It wasn't even really the fact that the two of them were together that bothered her, she had just wished that things were as they used to be, the three of them used to be so ridiculously close but now only two of them were. "Its fine.." Morgan sighed, picking up the platters to bring them into the living room.
Brittany narrowed her eyes at Bridget when she mouthed the word 'what' to her. Raising an eyebrow in response and nodding when it seemed she finally got what she was trying to say. She then realized that maybe talking would help the situation more even if she had no idea what to say. Calming down considerably when Bridget told her to relax she only somewhat dragged her feet as she followed her sister into the kitchen, biting her bottom lip at the expression on Morgan's face. She felt terrible about this, especially because Cooper had told her before they had the chance to even figure out what was going on in the first place. "No it's not okay, Mo." She said, finding her voice. "It literally just happened like less than five days ago and we wanted to have like something to say when we told you." She explained, shooting her oldest sister an apologetic look.
Bridget felt worse than she had ever felt before - and that counted the time she accidentally scratched her egg donor's car. "We..." Bridget began, but stopped blowing air. She had never looked at her older sister this way and she didn't like what she saw; she seemed hurt and sorrowful and it hurt Bridget to see her like this. Her family meant more to her than anyone in the world and if one of her sister's was hurt so was she. She moved away slowly from Brittany and took the tray from Morgan, not exactly sure where she was going with this. "Britt's right, it's not okay. We just..." She bit her bottom lip, "I dunno. We just needed to figure out what we were before we told you, I mean we still don't know what we are. But...This doesn't change anythin'. I mean we're still sisters. All of us."
Morgan kind of just let her sister took the tray from her and it was probably a good thing because it would be on the floor smashed to a million pieces if she had heart Brittany say that it had been in the works for the last five days. "FIVE DAYS? And you're just telling me now? We've talked pretty much every single day for the last two weeks and you still kept such a big secret from me? Its like I don't even know you two anymore." She took a deep breath and sighed, shaking her head as she walked away from both of them and the situation.
Brittany 's eyes widened when Morgan freaked out, not having the heart to tell her it had been going on for longer than that. This whole reaction was only serving to make her feel worse about everything and she looked down at her shoes guiltily, wondering if they should follow again or not but it seemed like Morgan was really upset right now and she had every right to be, they shouldn't have kept something so huge from their big sister. "I shouldn't have said that. I fucked up." Brittany said, turning to Bridget and looking at her sadly. "She's really mad she hates me...does she hate us? Oh god."
Bridget bit her bottom lip aggressively at Morgan's outburst, opening her mouth to say something and go after her - she was really wishing she would stay still long enough for Bridget to apologize - but was paused by Brittany's words. "You didn't." She said, placing her hands on Brittany's arms and rubbing them smoothly, "She... She doesn't hate us. We're her sisters. We're her..." Bridget's voice got lost within her throat and she began to remember a similar day between her and Molly Pierce. Words that her mother could never hate her because she was her daughter swarmed through her head and she wondered it happened once could it happen again? No. This was Morgan. Her big sister. She would never turn her back against them. "We just... need to fix this." She finally said, gesturing for Brittany to follow her after Morgan, "What did you want us to say? 'Oh hey Mo nothing's happening just making out with our little sister' I... How would that have looked? I get it. You're pissed but we're still your little sisters nothing has changed. Nothing will change."
Morgan sat on her bed contemplating getting completely under the covers and ignoring them until they went away but she knew the situation wouldn't go away. There was no reason for her to alienate her sisters because they had some sort of thing going on, it wasn't any of her business. "You guys are going to leave me.. just like everyone else." Morgan sighed as she laid back onto her bed, pulling a sheet up and over her face to give herself her own little sheet tent. She didn't really know what else to say or what she was supposed to do, so she just laid there.
Brittany just twisted her mouth up but nodded nonetheless. Bridget knew what she was talking about or at least she hoped she did. Deep down though she knew that even if Morgan was angry about this thing initially that she would somehow find it within herself to forgive them...or at least she hoped that's what would happen. She didn't know what she would do if she had to deal with two very dramatic goodbyes to two very blonde women. Following behind Bridget again she wrung her fingers nervously as she eyed her oldest sister, hoping that she wouldn't run away again but to her surprise she just mumbled something completely and totally heartbreaking and then proceeded to hide under the sheets of her bed. Sighing Brittany walked over and sat down, leaving enough space for Bridget and she poked the form of her hiding sister. "Morgan Pierce. We are your little sisters. We are linked to you for life and we love you always and forever and it doesn't matter if Bridge and I have sex now...we're all still sisters and we always will be. " She said honestly, gently pulling the thin sheet away to reveal her sister's face.
Bridget closed her eyes briefly to regain the composure she had when she entered the home in the first place. Where had it all gone? She had convinced herself that the Pierce's were short tempered, but it went beyond that. The Pierce's, close as any three sisters were, were also very hurt. There was pain in each of the three blonde women and what hurt more than the pain each felt was that they all didn't know the extent of the other's pain. She followed Brittany's lead and sat on the bed, but she didn't poke Morgan instead she searched for words. She was always the humor between the three so she went with what she knew better than anything - sex. "You can even have sex with us if that'll make you feel better."
Morgan looked up at her little sisters from the sheet she was currently under, she wasn't mad- just disappointed in how everything in her life was turning out. When Bridget mentioned the sex thing she just rolled her eyes trying to not let a laugh escape her lips. "Its hard to turn down such a great offer, but no thanks." She sat up a little bit, looking at the two of them once again. "I wouldn't want to barge in on your coupleyness.."
Brittany smiled at the fact that Morgan was laughing, at least she found that amusing enough to laugh at which meant that she wasn't that upset. Still upset probably but they could work with this. This was progress. "Are you sure? If it makes you feel better. Plus it wouldn't be like barging in we're not even...well we are...we're just.... I'm hungry." She said, abruptly standing up and pointing to the kitchen. "You know when this is all cleared up we really should eat,...gotta stay healthy."
Bridget waved her hand dismissively, "Totes not bargin' in." She turned to her sister as she spoke and squinted her eyes in her direction curious as to where exactly that sentence was going. What even were they? Were they together? She cursed herself in her mind for not getting an actual answer the other night instead of heading straight to sex with her, especially after she had planned a thing for the weekend. Maybe... Maybe that was when they could become official. Her thoughts ran over and she focused her attention back to Morgan, she was the main object tonight not whatever was happening between her and Brittany. "Have you met Mo?" Bridget asked, "I doubt anythin' in that kitchen is healthy." She poked her sister, "Are... are we good though? I mean..." She paused, "I kinda lost a mom, I don't really wanna lose a sister."
Morgan nodded when Bridget mentioned the unhealthiness of the food she made because although she was super into fitness and other things like that, she was more into food. "You guys dont want to have sex with me, it'd be like a strange three way mirror." She shrugged her shoulders before putting an arm around each sister and pulling them closer into a tight hug. "I'll love you both no matter what.. I'm always going to be in your life whether you like it or not.
Brittany tried not to look directly at Bridget when wit became apparent that she was being looked at, not because she didn't want to but because she knew that neither of them really had an answer or an idea about what they were. "Well there should be something healthy... like apples or something." She said with a shrug, having sat back down on the edge of the bed and she laughed a little bit at Mo's reasoning for the three of them not to have sex, nodding her head in understanding. "Well the offer still stands." When her oldest sister leaned forward and wrapped them both in a hug she felt a giant sense of relief was over her,both of her sister's opinions meaning a lot to her.
Bridget shook her head, "Obviously you ain't never had sex in a Fun House before." She replied on the three way mirror comment. They did joke about having sex often, but the idea of it actually becoming a reality was farfetched... Then again so was dating your identical twin so really anything was possible. She relaxed when warm arms slung over her shoulders and pulled her in close, Bridget wasn't big on hugs but this moment was definitely in need of one. She hugged her sister back just as tightly and smiled, "And we wouldn't want it any other way." She moved her arm a bit from behind Morgan, grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it. "My hand totes slipped."
Morgan narrowed her eyes at Bridget when she brought out the 'oh my hand slipped' routine which always turned into a pillow fight, she wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was. "You're ridiculous. I'm so not in the mood for a pillow fight." She rolled her eyes before getting up off of the bed pretending to get annoyed with them and go back into the kitchen, little did they know she had the most perfect pillow right next to the door for a fight. Mo grabbed it quickly before running back over to her sisters and hit Bridget on the side of her with enough force to hopefully knock her off her feet and onto the bed. No one was going to beat her, she was the queen of pillow fights.. at least she was when they were younger. The Pierces were competitive at heart though, so it could really go any way.
Brittany 's eyes widened when Bridget hit Morgan with a pillow, staying very still because she knew that any second this could turn into a battle and she was not about to be targeted. It seemed like Mo wasn't up for it though, but if she knew her sisters as well as she thought she did this little thing wasn't going to go ignored. It wouldn't stop until someone won and just as she suspected it wasn't long before Morgan retaliated, thankfully hitting Bridget and not herself. Holding her hands up she shook her head, signaling that she was not in this one. "Leave me out of it. I'm raising the white flag before it even begins."
Bridget landed on the bed with a soft oof! once Morgan slayed her with a pillow. She sucked her teeth, clutching her own pillow in her hands, "Oh it's so on." She said getting ready to strike her sister but then turned her attention to Brittany when she declared she wasn't apart of it. Bridget turned back to her older sister, raising an eyebrow and then sliding her eyes to Brittany. She got off of the bed, still holding the pillow circling around the room pretending as if she was about to attack Morgan but instead she drops the pillow and lift Brittany, "Now!"
Morgan and Bridget exchanged a quick look and she immediately knew what the next plan of action was, oh poor little Brittany would not be expecting the next activities. She nodded at Bridget's look to give her the go ahead so she'd knew she was ready to strike. The second Bridget lifted Brittany off of the bed and left her free to be tickleattacked, Mo lunged for her, tickling her in the spots where she knew she was most ticklish.
Brittany was perfectly okay with standing on the sidelines and watching as her older sister's beat each other up with pillows like they have so many times before. When she was little she used to just hide and wait for the perfect time to either escape or go get help in the form of their mother, now though she was older so she figured she'd have to deal with it on her own. To her surprise though Bridget was coming towards her and her eye's widened trying to get away from the hold. "Put me down!" she yelled right before Morgan joined and a crapload of tickling started, forcing laughs out of her as she tried and failed to get away from the both of her siblings.
Bridget pretended to think over her younger sister's request before sing-songing a, "Nah." and allowing Morgan to tickle attack her. So many childhood memories washed over the blonde as she held her sister in her arms and allowed her older one to tickle her; years of tickle fights, pillow fights, dance battles, and random sleepovers in each other rooms because of bad dreams came flooding into her mind and she smiled. She loved her sisters, more than anyone could love their siblings, and couldn't imagine her life without either one of them. Being in love with one of them aside, they're sisters and that would always come first. "She's squirmin', she's squirmin'! I can't hold her!"
Morgan tickled Brittany for a little bit longer before listening to Bridget tell her she was losing grip, that was all the notice she needed to take over. She quickly grabbed her sisters legs while Bridge held under her shoulders and at the count of three the two of them slowly threw her onto the bed. "Get 'er!" Mo looked at Bridge before jumping onto the bed next to Brittany, holding her down so Bridget could take over the tickling. "Say Uncle!"
Brittany was starting to realize that fighting the both of them on this probably wasn't going to do much for her, especially because whether she wanted to admit it or not both Bridget and Morgan were stronger than her and the both of them together was pretty much impossible, but there was no way she was just going to give up and let her sister's win. She was not 'Wittle baby Brittany' anymore and it was not cool that they keep attacking her she could totally stop this if she wasn't being held and then thrown on the bed. "I will pee on the both of you right now! I swear I will do it!"
Bridget laughed when they threw Brittany onto the bed and at her older sister's words began to tickle her senseless. They should do this more often, it was actually therapeutic. "No you won't." Bridget said through her laughter, tickling her stomach and smiling widely when the blonde squirmed underneath her, "Come on, say uncle. Come on."
Morgan knew it wouldn't be too much longer before Brittany either gave in or actually peed on them out of spite, she definitely was not in the mood to get pee all over her bed though. Straddling her legs, Morgan tickled her for a few more minutes before finally stopping, staying on her anyway. "You're no fun sometimes." She stuck her tongue out at her youngest sister before poking her.
Brittany continued to squirm, her laughter starting to make her stomach hurt. She found that being on the bed only made it easier for them to tickle her, seeing as the both of them could now tickle her instead of being held up by Bridget and Morgan doing all the work. Continuing to glare at them which was an odd mix when she was laughing her head off she let out a relieved sigh when the finally stopped, raising both of her feet and kicking the both of them in retaliation for that little tickle attack. "If you treat me like Wittle Brittany again I will personally cut your hair while you sleep Morgan and Bridget I will withhold sex for a month. Don't try me."
Bridget followed Morgan's lead and tickled Brittany a bit more before letting her go. The kick to her body was unexpected and she grabbed her sister's foot and held it just in case she wanted to get a bit more friendly with her kicking. "Whoa whoa whoa. You can't withhold sex. You need it to live, remember?" She arched an eyebrow, "You're just mad 'cause we can beat you up."
Morgan made a disgusted face at Brittany when she told them she really had to pee, the kick hurt for a second but she finally got off of her so she could get up to make it to the bathroom. "Okay, you go to the bathroom, I'm going to go to the kitchen and stuff my face, and Bridget you can do whatever you want." She laughed and gave them a little wave before leaving the room just incase the two of them wanted privacy for some reason before Brittany made her needed trip to the bathroom.
Brittany frowned at Bridget when she held her foot. In all hindsight she probably should have seen that coming. It wasn't really smart on her part to go kicking them in this position anyways. "I can have sex with myself...plus if I really wanted to I could just google you and bam all I need." She said seriously, narrowing her eyes at both of her older sisters. "You can't beat me up. I will literally pee on you....seriously I have to go."
Bridget let Brittany's foot go, "Fine. Go to the bathroom then." She said, her eyes darting to Morgan with a raised brow as to what exactly she should be doing. She watched Morgan exit the bedroom and she was left with Brittany, "This tickle fight made me think of somethin' we could do... later." She slowly kissed Brittany's cheek and winked at her before turning and heading towards the kitchen. The idea of food sounding amazing.
Morgan walked into the kitchen and filled up a glass of cold water while looking at her alcohol collection, she didn't know if she should break out the big guns but a part of her kind of wanted to get drunk with her sisters. She shrugged it off for the moment before stuffing a few of the appetizers in her face, it had been a while since she ate. Morgan and food had a complicated relationship sometimes but she would never let anyone in her family know about it. From an outside perspective everyone would just think she ate all the time and just worked it off but only Morgan knew the truth. Seconds later she heard footsteps, she looked up to see Bridget making her way into the kitchen. "Hey, wanna take a shot?"
Brittany let her foot drop back down to the bed when Bridget finally let it go, looking to Morgan for a second before she nodded in understanding and watched her walk out. Looking to Bridget when they were left alone she raised a curious eyebrow at her words but decided that she would probably find out what that meant later and made her way off of the bed not soon after her last sister left the room and towards the bathroom.
Bridget followed her sister into the kitchen, jumping onto the counter and stuffing a finger sandwich into her mouth. She watched her sister rush down her food and tried to grab her wrist but was too far so she just waved it, "Slow down there, damn. You act like you ain't eat in days." She shook her head stuffing another finger sandwich into her mouth and raising an impressive brow at Morgan's suggestion. She shrugged, "Shit, why not?"
Morgan didn't notice she was just throwing food into her mouth at a fast pace until she heard Bridget say something about it, she slowed down a little bit and looked over at her. "Huh? Just hungry.. Feels like I haven't eaten in days." She laughed a little, keeping the mood a happy one as she reached up into the cabinet to take down the bottles of liquor and three shot glasses. Morgan poured two shots and handed one to Bridget for them to take to keep them busy while they waited for Brittany.
Brittany quickly went to the bathroom and then just stood in there trying to listen at the door to see if her sister's were planning some type of crazy prank. Maybe she was being paranoid but after that whole tickle attack she was not trusting the two of them together at all for the rest of the night. Not hearing anything she figured it was safe and opened the bathroom door and walked the few steps to the kitchen, finding both of her sister's stuffing their faces and the sight made her remember how hungry she actually was. "Ooooh food." She mumbled, eyeing the food and then the alcohol and raising her eyebrows at the two blondes. "Are we getting drunk? I can't feel my face when I get drunk..."
Bridget drowned the shot and let out a cool "Ah" afterwards, "That hit the spot." She was trying to slow down on her drinking. Lately her drinking was the result of being overworked at dance practice and feeling like a huge weight was on her shoulders pushing her down instead of up. Tonight, however, was just a night of fun and relaxation among sisters. Hearing Brittany's voice she shook a glass in her direction, "Come drink with us." She said in a flirty voice, "I'll feel your face for you, totes cool."
Morgan started to fill up the shot glasses again as Brittany made her way into the room, the obvious flirting between the two of her made her feel a little left out, but she had to remember that they were in love with each other. Who was she to stop love? It was cute the way the two of them looked at each other anyway, so really it was just like a normal night with her sisters. "Okay, to feeling faces!" Morgan held up her shot for a cheers with her sisters before downing it quickly, ah the joy of alcohol.
Brittany turned her attention to Bridget and wiggled her eyebrows in response to her words, gladly taking the shot glass and drinking it like it was water. Being a bartender had made her tolerance for alcohol a lot higher, since she obviously had to taste all the drinks she made to make sure they tasted right. Long story short she may or may not just be really good at hiding her drunkenness on a daily basis. She took her eyes off of Bridget and smile at Morgan's toast, taking another shot simply because she could. "I'll feel your face for you, Mo. Don't worry."
Bridget held up her shot glass, "Here, here!" She said before drowning it with another cool "Ah" She was trying to remind herself to slow down, even if she was having a night of fun and relaxation with her sisters she didn't want to get sloppy with it. She took a sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth and wiggled the glass in front of Morgan and pouted, "It's empty."
Morgan tried to not laugh at Bridgets pouting face because she could have easily just poured the shot all by herself. She shook her head at her sister with a laugh as she poured some more shots for the three of them before noticing she got some all over her shirt. "damn it!" Mo growled drunkenly at her shirt before pulling it off, obviously now just standing there in her boyshort underwear with her shirt in her hand not sure what to do next.
Brittany clapped her hands excitedly as Morgan started pouring more shots, preoccupied with bringing the liquid to her face and looking at it, trying to see if there were little people swimming in it like she suspected. After giving up on seeing the people she just drank the shot instead, nearly dropping it when she looked up and noticed her oldest sister was practically naked. With wide eyes she leaned over so she could whisper not so quietly in Bridget's ear. "Can you see her boobs too or am I just drunk and imagining things? If so I'm really sorry and I promise I didn't mean to see it..."
Bridget smiled when her glass was being refilled and was mid-drownage when she noticed her sister take off her shirt. She licked her lips, eyes scanning over her body before realizing that she was a taken woman now - though did it really count if it was her sister and they were basically identical? Her ears perked when she heard Brittany's words and nodded, "No, I can see them too." She drowned her shot and grabbed Morgan's boobs, "Can touch 'em too."
Morgan looked down at the empty shots and then over to her sisters as they kind of just stared at her, it wasn't her fault she was pretty much obsessed with being naked. She wasn't expecting Bridget to grab her boobs but she was definitely not going to stop her either, it had been a while since she'd gotten any. A moan escaped her lips as she looked at her sisters, her face flushing a little pink when she noticed they probably just heard her moaning over just a little boob grabbing.
Brittany 's eyes widened a little bit when Bridget's hands reached out and touched Morgan's boobs, followed by her mouth dropping open comically so. She didn't do anything for a moment but after awhile she reached over and grabbed the bottle of alcohol, bringing it to her lips and nodding. "...'kay...just checkin'...continue." she mumbled before taking a long drink from the bottle, raising an eyebrow at the sound that left Morgan's lips, giggling a little bit. Half because it was a cute sound and half because she was drunk and everything was funny.
Bridget rose an eyebrow when she heard the moan escape her older sister's lips. She knew it had been a while since she got any but now she was wondering just how long had it been since someone else touched her. She sucked her teeth deviously and moved behind her sister, her hand still squeezing her breast. She placed the other one on the free breasts and squeezed them softly, her back pressed against Morgan, "How many squeezes to get Morgan wet?" She whispered.
Morgan wasn't going to admit that she hadn't been touched by anyone in a while but that seemed to be pretty obvious when the random moan came out of her lips from just touching. She didn't know what was up Bridget's sleeve when she stood behind her instead, closing her eyes as she felt her sister pressing against her. Her breathing picked up a little more trying to not think about it but couldn't help it, She could feel her body tensing slightly. "i-I don't know what you're talking about.." Morgan bit her lip, letting her body relax against Bridgets.
Brittany had taken to giggling quietly while she watched whatever this weird thing happening was. She wasn't jealous like she had thought she would be if she saw Bridget doing this, maybe it was because it was their older sister so it didn't really count. It was kind of like she was being all sexy to a version of herself which Brittany figured was okay. Tilting her head at Morgan's reply she scoffed, shaking her head no. "You...you are lying, Mo Mo. I can tell because you stuttered...she stuttered." She said, the last part meant for Bridget, raising a finger to point at the both of them respectively when addressing them.
Bridget tilted her head from behind Morgan to look at Brittany and nodded, "You're right, Britt Britt. She stuttered." She continued to squeeze Morgan's breasts, feeling her nipples harden as she switched to massaging them in her hands. Taking in to softly rub her nipples in between her fingers, "What if I do this?" She whispered against her ear, "Then how long till Morgan gets wet?"
Morgan closed her eyes tight trying to not think about it so that she wouldnt get wet because she didn't want this to turn into pure torture. The whispering in her ear put her over the edge though, she couldn't help but get more turned on by it. "Damn you.. Damn both of you.." She opened her eyes as her face turned red. It was obvious she was getting more and more turned on, her hand moved to her panties, letting her hand rest against her crotch.
Brittany didn't know why this was so amusing to her, it was hot too and if it kept going on she would probably stop her giggling and soon just be staring open mouthed at the scene in front of her. Her eyes went from Bridget's hands covering Morgan's breasts to her oldest sister's flushed face, laughing quietly and she held the bottle out to Morgan. "Mo Mo you look kinda hot...like temperature and because you don't have a shirt on...you should drink this." She offered, eyeing the way her hand was moving.
Bridget slowly trailed her hands from Morgan's breasts and worked downward, toying with the lace of her panties, a smirk on her lips. "Gettin' wet, Mo?" She whispered, taking her hands away from Morgan's body and removing herself from behind her and grabbing the bottle that Brittany was holding up. She took a long sip, "Refreshing." She jumped on the counter, "Well then. That was fun, huh, Britt?"
Morgan narrowed her eyes at both of her sisters, they were so rude. She grabbed the bottle from Bridget and took a few swigs before placing it back on the counter, popping a few more pieces of food in her mouth. Of course a piece ended up falling on the floor due to her lack of care, if they could tease her she had no problem teasing them back. Slowly she bent over in front of them to grab the piece of food making sure they'd have a clear view of her perfect ass. Squats were her best friend.
Brittany smiled and nodded her head at Bridget, having to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing anymore. It wasn't funny to leave Morgan all horny but it made her laugh anyways. "You're like really hot." She said, looking up at Bridget, her sitting on the counter making her taller. Her attention was brought back to Morgan though when she started violently shoving more food in her mouth only after drinking a good amount of alcohol from the bottle. She was going to look away when Morgan bent over and her eyes were glued to her very nicely sculpted backside. "Do you see dat ass too?" She whispered yet again, this time without even looking at Bridget.
Bridget smirked at her teasing and sighed happily as she wiggled her fingers in front of Brittany's face to get her attention to give her the bottle and she took another sip of it. "So are you, babe." Bridget answered Brittany, her gaze shifting to Morgan's at Brittany's words. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, "Do she gotta booty?" She paused and nodded, "She dooooo." She turned to Brittany, "Hey Britt Britt. I think Morgan is wet. Whatcha think?"
Morgan could feel both sets of eyes on her ass, so she gave it a little shake before doing the ass clap that Bridget seemed to love so much. She had the butt of a black girl and she owed it all to her best friend squats. Finally she stood back up and winked at her sisters. "You girls like what you see huh?" She laughed softly before doing a little strip tease for them, taking off her panties so she was butt naked.
Brittany just stared at Morgan's ass, hitting Bridget on the arm every few seconds to make sure she was seeing this too. "Do you see that?" she whispered repeatedly, kind of a little jealous that she was not capable of doing that but it was really great to be watching it so she wasn't complaining. When Morgan turned around she nodded her head quickly, looking back and forth from Bridget to Morgan. "I think we should have sex...because I'm horny and you're already naked and Bridget wants to eat you I think...look at her she wants to eat you." She said, pointing to Bridget and then back at Morgan. "You. You are attractive."
Bridget smiled amused at her younger sister who kept hitting her every few seconds to stare at her older sister's ass. She licked her lips when Morgan turned around and nodded, "I want to eat both of you." She declared, moving to Morgan standing in front of her she pulled blonde hair back, "Do you want me to eat you?" She whispered.
Morgan thought she was daydreaming when Bridget ended up standing right in front of her asking if she wanted to be eaten out. Was that a serious question? Would ANYONE ever turn that down? She looked over to Brittany for approval not wanting to step on any toes before turning back to Bridget and nodding slowly. "Y-Yes please.. but Maybe you can eat me out while I eat out Britty?"
Brittany smiled happily from her place as she watched Bridget step into Morgan's personal space, rather enjoying the look on their older sister's face. She knows how she's feeling right now. Bridget being sexy is like seeing a unicorn and it can bring even the strongest of men to tears, or render them unconscious. Seeing the look Morgan was sending her she held both of her thumbs up to signal that it was okay, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively for good measure. Raising an eyebrow at Morgan's idea she nodded her head slowly, that plan was okay with her. "It's Brittany....bitch."
Bridget took off her shirt, her eyes never leaving Morgan's as a seductive smile danced on her lips. She moved her finger along Morgan's collarbone softly, placing a soft kiss there working up her neck to her cheek and finally her lips. Tasting the mixture of want and vodka, Bridget deepened it - the liquor had all but left her system and tomorrow when she woke up she'd either have no memory of this or remember it too well, but tonight she would kiss her older sister and gesture her youngest one to come over and she would move back once the littlest blonde was close enough and allow them to kiss as she took another sip from the bottle.
Morgan didn't want to keep drinking because a part of her wanted to remember this night, it was going to be the night that she finally got some lovin and an orgasm from someone other than herself. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to best position this, but soon she was kissing Brittany softly, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter and spreading her legs out a bit. She bent over so Bridget could have easier access to her pussy while she was eating out Brittany. Mo slowly pulled off Britt's pants and underwear before licking her lips.
Brittany bit her bottom lip as she watched Bridget and Morgan make out which kind of messed with her head because it just looked like what she assumed her and Bridget must look like when they make out and then she started thinking about mirror sex and basically her mind was all over the place. Blame it on the alcohol. She snapped out of her many, many thoughts when Bridget started motioning for her to come closer and since she was never one to not listen to her sister's unless they were obviously wrong she took the few steps forward and found herself soon next to the both of them which soon turned into kissing Morgan and she was pretty sure that even if she wanted to stop this, which she didn't, she wouldn't be able to form the right words anyway. She barely even noticed being lifted onto the counter, but if she had she would have complained about being treated like a baby. She was too preoccupied with the task at hand though, watching as her pants and underwear were pulled off and dropped on the floor.
Bridget took a hard and long sip from the bottle as she watched her sisters kiss in front of her. Where she should be jealous was replaced by lust and the moment Brittany was naked on the counter, she licked her lips the puddle of juices flooding into her panties left no room for anymore thoughts. With one last sip she moved to where the two women were, his hands slowly touching Morgan's ass, loving the feel of it in her hands. She positioned herself perfectly near Morgan's throbbing clit, giving one swipe of her tongue before another and another repeating herself until she was doing fast and small strokes, her hands gripping Morgan's ass for support.
Morgan smiled happily as she looked at both of her sisters, a part of her couldnt believe that this was happening but thinking about it really did end up making sense. "I might not be as good as Bridget is at this, but I'd like to think that I'm pretty amazing." She giggled softly before letting her thumb slowly run along her clit, getting her a little more wet before starting to eat her out. Morgan closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as she felt Bridgets tongue come into contact with her own pussy. Slowly her tongue made its way to Brittany's pussy, slowly licking up her before softly nibbling on her clit.
Brittany bit her bottom lip as she looked at both of her sister's shaking her head at Morgan. "It's okay...I don't want to faint again anyway so I'm glad you don't do it like her." She said with a shrug, being completely truthful. Fainting was weird, it had never really happened to her before and being forced into an unconscious state was always weird and while she was out she was pretty sure she had this mini dream about bananas. Her thoughts were transferred back to present time though as soon as her sister's thumb was on her clit, letting her head fall back to rest against the cabinet, trying to keep her eyes open so she could watch this whole thing happen.
Bridget couldn't remember a time she wasn't connected to her sister's at the hip. Wherever Morgan went she went and wherever Bridget went Brittany went. Everyone knew the Pierce girls were close, but if only they knew how close. There was nothing more thrilling than hearing a moan from your lover's lips and maybe Morgan wasn't technically her lover, but that didn't make the sound of her moans any less intoxicating. Bridget brought her palm to her own clit, rubbing it soothingly as she pressed fast strokes against her older sister's clit. What would mother say about this? The thought only made Bridget go deeper.
Morgan loved the taste of pussy for some unknown reason and considered herself to be pretty amazing at eating people out so she knew she was at least giving Bridget a run for her money, it was perfectly fine with her if her skills didn't completely match up with her little sister. She let a moan out into Brittany as she continued to lick and nibble at her clit, the moans adding a little bit of vibration as she tried to not make too much noise. Her hands gripped tightly at the counter, her knees going a little weak, she didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to go without orgasming.
Brittany had taken to biting down on her hand, both to soften her moans and because she may or may not still be giggling in between moans. Nothing was funny but something about being eaten out by her big sister while her other older sister who she just so happens to be in love with eats out the sister that is currently eating her out made her laugh, normally she'd be a nervous mess. Worrying about how this was going to affect the three of them tomorrow, but the alcohol mixed with her overall happy attitude was just making this seem like the best idea ever.
Bridget liked to pride herself on being a good ass expert at sex. Years of practice with this guy and that girl mashed with becoming a porn star so quickly in her prime really fulfilled that ego boost so many people talked about. If there was one thing Bridget was good for it was working her mouth. Usually it was used to shit talk and say whatever the fuck it was to get her message across, but in the bedroom was where she dominated. Her kisses were beyond electric, her dirty talk started erection and soaked undies, and her tongue caused some to faint. So as she went deeper and harder into her sister's pussy she felt her grip the counter and only went faster into her. Using her free hand to slip a finger inside Morgan's pussy and rub underneath where her tongue flapped against a sore, wet clit. She was going to make her big sister orgasm tonight. That was a fact.
Morgan was holding on so tightly to the counter that her knuckles were turning white, it was pretty obvious that it had been too long since her last orgasm. The only thing she forgot to do was to tell her sister that she was a squirter, something she was kind of ashamed of even though some people thought it was hot. Her tongue pressed against Brittany's clit before pushing into her, she started to dart her tongue in and out of Brittany's pussy kind of fast while her fingers played with her clit. Seconds later she could feel herself cumming all over her sisters face.
Brittany had stopped laughing a while ago and now she was just moaning, sex did tend to have that effect on her. She was still drunk, like really drunk but Morgan's tongue was doing all sorts of good things right now and the last thing she wanted to be doing was laughing about it. She let out high pitched gasps every time her sister's tongue pushed inside of her, her own hands gripping the counter next to Morgan's, hearing and feeling the girl between ehr leg's moaning her eyes widened as she watched her cum, like literally cum moaning at the sight of it.
Bridget circled her own clit with her fingers as her tongue stroked Morgan's clit. It didn't take long before she felt juices collide with her tongue and soon she was met with the delicious tang of her sister's cum on different sections of her face. She licked the juices clean, stroking her sister's clit in long strokes as she continued her movements to herself coming only a few minutes afterwards a soft moan coming out of her mouth. "Well fuck."
Morgan could feel Brittany getting closer and closer to the edge, she mixed up a few directions of her tongue and added a few fingers in her so there would be more pressure. She felt a little bad that her cum was literally all over Bridget's face but something told her she didn't mind it very much. Hearing the two words that came out of Bridgets mouth she tried her hardest to not give a little giggle into her youngest sister.
Brittany was close and the way Morgan was working her fingers and tongue mixed with the sight of both of her sister's cumming in front of her was enough to send her over the edge, a somewhat muffled moan escaping her lips. She let the muscles in her thighs loosen and they just hung off of the counter loosely, Brittany's eyes moving from Bridget to Morgan and back again. She realized now that she had sobered up a bit but after thinking about what just happened she couldn't help but laugh bringing her hands up to cover her face.
Bridget sat on the cold floor of the kitchen with her legs spread and a tired expression on her face. She got up and headed towards the nearest bottle and took a sip, squinting her eye at her younger sister who had begun to laugh. "What's so funny?" She questioned, looking around her body and then the bottle, "Is there somethin' on my butt?" She turned her neck to look at her butt, but shrugged and took a final swig of the bottle. Bridget yawned cowardly, scratching her collarbone - her drunkenness more in focus than she thought.
Morgan finally stood back up after making her littlest sister orgasm, the look on her face made her more glad that tonight had ended up the way it actually did. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and took a few swigs from it before laying spread eagle on the kitchen floor, the cold tiles making her feel amazing. "Nothing on your butt, its hot. No one got you to cum, thats no fair. Shotty fucking you in the morning." Morgan laughed a bit.
Brittany hopped down from the counter and just shrugged at Bridget's question. "We just had sex in the kitchen surrounded by food and alcohol and I think that's beautiful." She said, following suit and laying on the kitchen floor, rolling over until she was on her stomach next to Morgan. "She made herself cum and she's Bambi Day so technically Bridge just had sex with a really awesome ex porn star and she didn't even faint."
Bridget shrugged, "I got myself to cum." She eyed her younger sister and shook her head with a laugh and pointed at Brittany, "Exactly." She declared, "Britt gets me. Its why she's my lady." She drunkenly concluded making her way back towards the blondes, sitting on the floor beside them. She passed the bottle to her older sister leaning on her shoulder. "Tonight was all kinds of awesome."
Morgan laughed at Brittany's answer on Bridgets orgasm status, it made enough sense for her to not care too much more. "Makes sense. At least we all had a fun time." She smiled at her sisters, eyeing the bottle but turning it down, it was probably a bad idea to drink anymore than she already did. "My head hurts and I'm sleepy so.. I'm gonna just pass out right here. K? Cool." Morgan looked at her sisters and smiled before curling into the fetal position and falling fast asleep.
Brittany let her head fall back gently back against the floor, laughing at the way the conversation had gone. She was content to just stay there but when Bridget sat down on the floor obviously she couldn't not be next to her and so she promptly crawled the few feet and laid her head in her sister's lap. "For the record you both make really cut faces when you cum." She mumbled, reaching a hand up to pat Bridget's face and using the same one to stroked Morgan's hair for a moment before she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, opening them once to look at Bridget again before actually going to sleep.
Bridget looked down at Brittany when she rested her head in her lap and smiled drunkenly at her comment, "Glad we could amuse you." She lifted her head up briefly from Morgan's shoulder and turned from one sister to the next, smiling at both of them and quietly enjoying the comfort both sisters brought to her. She kissed Brittany's forehead softly and then Morgan's temple before resting her head back against the wood of the cabinet and falling asleep.
