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Alicia is woman enough to admit when her mouth is watering. She's all but drooling over Clea in her fancy new dress.
It's backless. It shows underboob. The skirt has a slit down one side so it shows almost all of her creamy leg.
"Are you finished yet?" Clea folds her arms over his chest, hiding part of that delicious sight away and scowling at her younger sister. She looks even hotter when her shaped eyebrows are drawn together.
"I - yes - no, not yet." Alicia decides, staring blatantly.
She loves that she can do this now, not needing to worry about their parents since they bought their own home. Their little flat has one bedroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a library, right in the heart of Paris.
"Well hurry up then." Clea grumbles, but her annoyance is all for show. There's a faint blush on her cheeks that gives her excitement away. "We're supposed to be gala, remember?"
"Right. Yes." Alicia pouts. Oh so slowly, she runs her grey eyes up her sister's sides and the scant places where she is covered by the dress. "Let's, uh, go to the gala then."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
The youngest Dessendre looks up to catch Clea's exasperated stare, and smiles widely. Skipping closer, she cups her elder sister's cheeks gently and pulls her down into a kiss that, the longer it lasts, grows hot and heavy.
"I meant your suit, Alicia." Clea pulls away with a gasp and wipes the back of her hand across her lips, before checking her make-up in the mirror for any smudges. "Stop teasing me, damn it. You already know I don't want to go to this thing."
"I know..." Alicia trails her hands down Clea's shoulders and onto her chest. Smirking, her fingers wander forward and graze the underside of two perky breasts. "I don't want to go either. Let's skip."
Her sister snarls and, ferociously, grabs the redhead by the wrists and leans down again until the tips of their noses and pressed against each other. "Alicia," The older woman warns, ready to pounce at any moment. "Put. On. Your suit."
"If I do, can I fuck you after?"
Clea rolls her eyes whilst her nostrils flare. "Behave yourself at the gala, and I will let you do anything."
Alicia's mouth drops open. "Anything?"
And before Clea can realise the danger in her words and go back on herself, the redhead sprints into the bedroom, grabs her suit, and slams the door. She gets changed rapidly in their en-suite bathroom, grinning to herself in the mirror as she adjusts her red bowtie.
Only three minutes later, when she comes out, Clea is waiting by the front door and tapping her heeled foot impatiently. "Finally." She grumbles.
"Let's go!" Alicia takes her hand and rushes out the door, dragging her sister along.
Clea plants her feet and forces the redhead to stop just long enough for her to lock the door. "I don't know why you insist on getting changed in privacy when I've already seen everything."
Alicia giggles girlishly. She drags her eyes up and down the older woman's form. "Not everything." She says teasingly, and despite leaving only a few minutes after they were meant to, both Dessendre sisters still manage to be late for the gala.
*
Hours later, the sun has gone down and Alicia complains loudly as she shoulders open the front door. Her legs and shoulders hurt from standing all day. Her head hurts from the champagne.
Behind her, Clea makes sure to close and re-lock the door, and is not quite so verbal with her complaints. Alicia knows that she too is agony though when the pair of black, high heeled shows go sailing past her head.
"I told you, you should have worn flats." The redhead chides bitterly.
Clea charitably ignores her, striding straight through to the living room and sitting gracefully on the couch. Alicia follows her a collapses face down on the cushions next to her, sighing dramatically.
"At least we got the funding, right?"
"Hmm." Clea closes her eyes and tips her head back, finally able to relax as the stress on her body eases after the tensions of the day.
Alicia turns her head to the side and frees one eye from the cushions to look at her. Her sister is without a doubt the most beautiful woman on the planet. The yellow light of the lamps around them makes her skin glow.
"Hey Clea..." Alicia peels her face off of the couch and sits up and bites her lip. God that dress should be illegal. "Do you remember this morning when you said I could do anything?"
Her sister sighs through her nose, the deep and exhausted exhale meaning that she regrets everything she has ever said. "Wait for tomorrow. I'm too tired."
"But you won't even have to do anything." Alicia scootches along the couch until she is next to her lover, and rests her hand on top of hers. "Please?"
Clea cracks open an eye to look at her, and, weakening under her puppy dog stare, tiredly nods her head with a hum - "Hmm." - that means yes.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Alicia slides right off the couch and kneels in front of Clea. Confidently, she slides one hand up her sister's bare thigh, while the other snakes up the other leg beneath her dress. She pushes both apart and leans in, and gasps at what she finds. "W-What? When did -?"
The elder Dessendre isn't wearing any underwear.
"When you were getting changed," Clea admits sleepily, fighting back a yawn. "Before we left."
"You're nuts. What if someone saw you?"
"I was rather hoping that you would see me."
"Oh..." Alicia's cheeks warm. That is very, very sexy. The next time they go to a gala, she needs to pay Clea more attention. "Believe me, you are impossible to miss all of the time, and especially when you're in this dress..."
She lets her words trail off as she leans forward huskily and pulls her sister's hips off of the side of the couch. Nuzzling against Clea's shaven center, she parts her folds with two fingers and flicks her tongue out over her hooded clit experimentally.
The older woman shudders overhead. "Fuuuuuck..."
And Alicia is only just getting started.
Holding apart her labia, the redhead licks a strip from Clea's entrance to her hiding clit and then does it again. She tastes the sweet tang of slick at her sister's entrance. "Tell me which projects got funding." She pauses to say.
"Alicia," Clea sighs blissfully with her eyes tightly closed. Her hands fist in the cushions of the sofa. "Not now..."
"Yes, now." Alicia focuses on the older woman's clit for a moment, teasing it out of its hood while she squirms. "I like it when you talk while I'm tasting you."
And Clea loves it when Alicia talks during sex too - so much so that she goes stir crazy if her sister stroke partner denies her it. She'll resort to any dirty tactic and do almost anything to get the redhead to use her voice.
"A-Alright." The elder Dessendre gives in. It's a rare surrender that Alicia cherishes. "I secured funding for Blanche, and the Axons, and -" Clea sucks in a breath and canters her hips forward with a shout. "G-Goblu!"
"Hmm." Alicia hums around her clit, which she has teased free from its hiding place and sucked into her mouth. The vibrations make Clea stutter, and she pinches the inside of her thigh as a reminder. "And what else?"
"T-There is nothing else, you little -" The redhead slips two fingers inside of her, and she tips her head back and moans at the ceiling. "Ohhh shit -"
"HmmMmm." Alicia curls her fingers against Clea's front wall and rubs circles against the rough patch inside her. She starts slow at first, teasing, but then speeds up as the weight on her shoulders reminds her just how long of a day it has been.
Grabbing Clea's legs, she then throws them over her aching shoulders so she can finish her off quickly and won't forget.
"You were talking to that m-man again." Her sister complains while moaning.
Alicia frowns. She releases Clea's clit with a pop but keeps her fingers working. "Who? Gustave?"
"Yes." Clea hisses when the redhead rubs against her g-spot harshly, and leans in to pepper kisses over her clit. "You - fuck! - you know I hate it when you talk to him!"
"You're jealous." Alicia grins against her sopping wet core, slowing her fingers down teasingly. "You don't need to be. I told you there's nothing going on with Gustave."
"Then why do you speak to him?"
"I'm allowed friends." Alicia presses her tongue hard over Clea's clit, and rubs stiff circles on it, while her fingers work her g-spot at the same time. She slows down her pace and pulls away before her sister can tumble over the edge, foiling her at the last minute. "Should we talk about your friends? All any of them did at the gala was stare at you."
"That was - the point -" Clea grits her teeth and pushes her hips towards Alicia's face pleadingly, but the younger sister pulls slightly back. "I needed to get funding and - for fucks sake, are you going to make me cum or not?"
"I'll think about it."
Alicia dives back in. She sucks hard on Clea's clit and rubs her fingertips in circles inside of her on that rough patch of her skin. Her sister's moans grow higher in pitch, reaching but not quite breaking through the point where she whines pleadingly.
The elder Dessendre's first orgasm is never enough to make her come undone completely. And so, when Alicia pushes her writhing over the edge, and Clea arches her back off of the cushions and her walls clamp down on the redhead's fingers, she fucks her through her trembling peak and into a second.
Her second orgasm hits Clea much harder than the one before. She snarls, grinding her teeth to bite back a whimper, and a flood of wetness coats Alicia's chin and the lengths of her fingers.
"Fuck, Alicia." The older woman gasps as her hips grind forward, desperate for more pressure even as her clit turns red and over-sensitive. "I told you I was tired - FUCK!"
The third peak takes her breath away completely, and all of her inhibitions along with it. Shuddering, Clea slowly comes back down to Earth again, and Alicia sits up on her knees, lets the skirt fall back over her sisters dripping center, and wipes the slick from the mouth and cheeks.
"We need a new sofa." She giggles. Clea has stained the cushions with her quim.
"Haaaa ~" Her sister sighs. Alicia watches her get her breath back while resting her chin on her knee. Her is beautiful, so very beautiful - and, when Clea opens her eyes and glares with her irises as black as night, she remembers that she is also dangerous. "Oh sister, you'll pay for that."
She tangles her fingers in Alicia's hair, fists the strands, and yanks her head back roughly. The redhead hisses in pain, but her protests are forgotten when the older woman leans over to kiss her.
Clea's lips taste like heaven. Alicia whines when her sister pulls away.
"Go get the strap." The older woman growls, and the redhead's eyes widen.
"For, uh -" Alicia gulps. Clea's hot breath fans over her lips. "For you?"
"In a manner of speaking." Then, using the fist in her hair, Clea forces Alicia's face up to the ceiling and whispers in her ear. "I want you to scream so loud that the neighbours hear."
The redhead scrambles to her feet and sprints into their bedroom. In her excitement, she completely forgets were they left the strap-on last, and eventually she hides it hidden deliberately under the mattress. Their parents paid them a surprise visit last week and they had to hide all evidence of their relationship quickly.
By the time Alicia has grabbed it and the bottle of the lube, and run back to the living room again, Clea has managed to regain her usual strength and risen to her feet.
Alicia gapes at her. She will never understand how her sister does this. Three orgasms should be enough to take the legs out from under anyone.
"Finally, you took your time in there." Clea plucks the harness from her fingers and steps into it, still wearing her dress which looks oh so tantalizing. "I hope you didn't get started without me?"
Hurriedly, Alicia shakes her head. "No." She says truthfully, partly because she didn't think about it, but mostly because pleasuring herself without Clea's involvement would be a very bad idea.
"Good." Clea takes the bottle of lube and squeezes a few drops into her hand, before fisting her fingers around the shaft and rubbing it. She raises an eyebrow at Alicia, who stands there motionlessly watching her. "Well? Are you going to take your pants off?"
"Oh, right!" The redhead shimmies out of her trousers and underwear at an inhuman speed, and then reaches for the buttons of her blazer. But Clea stops her.
"Leave it." Her sister eyes her top half appreciatively. "It looks good on you." Alicia blushes. With a smile she can't keep hidden, she lets her hands fall away. Clea chuckles at her excitement with a grin. "I can't believe I'm going to fuck you when you're wearing that stupid bow tie."
"It's not stupid." Alicia protests, and then she forgets what she was going to say when Clea picks her up and she wraps her long legs around her sister's waist. The older woman pins her back against the wall, and, suddenly the redhead feels self-conscious. "Um, you're not actually going to wake the neighbours, are you?"
"That depends on you." Clea smirks evilly, and then, holding her sister's legs apart, she lines the strap up with her entrance and thrusts right in.
Alicia gasps as the shaft bottoms out. "Oh!" Her eyes roll up in her head and she arches her back.
"Hmm, thought so." Clea drags her hips back until the strap-on is halfway out, and then snaps them forward again, driving the breath from her sister's lungs. "You can't stay quiet, can you?"
Alicia's walls clench down around the intruder and she tries and fails to hold back a loud and sinful moan. No, she cannot stay quiet. Who could when they are being filled so fully like this?
Clea shifts so that her lover's weight rests against the wall, then grabs Alicia's ankles and lifts them one at a time to rest on her shoulders. The next time she rolls her hips, the elder Dessendre fucks into Alicia far more deeply, reaching hidden places that spark and make her shiver.
"Oh my god -!"
"Nope, just me." Holding onto Alicia's calves so her legs don't leave her shoulders, Clea leans in to press her forehead against the redhead's, and smiles lovingly. "You know, you're the one who looked beautiful tonight, not me."
Alicia gasps. Before she can say anything, Clea pulls the shaft nearly all the way out of her and then slams it back inside again, and ruts against her with her hips thrusting at a bruising pace that makes them bash against her clit and take her breath away.
"Ho - ly - shit!" Alicia struggles to speak and can only writhe and moan as her sister fucks her hard.
The sound of their hips slapping together fills the apartment. The shaft squelches where it pistons in and out of Alicia's sex. Her ass thumps against the thin plaster wall, and, when the redhead starts screaming, their angry neighbour bangs his fist against the wall from the other side.
"Haaaa - I - Ohhh~" Alicia moans. "Fuck, I - ha, haa, HAA, HAAA!"
"So fucking vocal." Clea leans down to suck on the tender flesh of her sister's throat and bite roughly.
"AHHH!" Alicia screams as her walls clench down around the strap-on and she cums instantly. Clea does not slow her pace though. Her sister laughs at her peak and fucks her straight through her it. "S-Shit, Clea -!"
"Mmm, I like that." The older woman licks a strip up the column of her throat, and searches for another sensitive place to bite. "Say it again. Let them know who you belong to."
Alicia whimpers humiliatedly. "C-Clea." She whispers.
"Not loud enough." Clea grabs her hips tight enough to leave bruises and slams repeatedly into her.
Alicia wails and her back arches off the wall as her walls clench down again, but nothing short of the rapture now could get her sister to stop. "Clea! Clea! CLEA!" She clings to her shoulders and leaves crescent moon shapes behind where her nails dig into them.
They get knocks on the door, more banging on the walls and even a particularly angry resident stomping on the floor upstairs. Alicia's face blushes a fiery red like her hair. The intrusion from outside eyes and ears only spurs Clea on harder, and the younger sister is certain that her nether lips with have bruises in the morning.
"I can't - I can't -" Alicia chants when her walls are permanently quivering and her body feels as though it has been wrung like a towel.
"Oh can't you?" Clea picks her up again, carries her sister through the corridor and pins her back against the front door where people are shouting. Then she starts up her rhythm once again and starts ramming into her, and Alicia can't do a thing about it. She starts screaming again. "Hmm, it sounds like you can ~"
"Oh! Ohh!" The redhead canters her hips as much as she is able, chasing the sinful pleasure that only Clea can provide. Fuck, her walls have practically molded around the strap.
With the sordid display brought even closer to them, the residents in the hallway outside soon disappear, all apart from a few perverts who laugh at Alicia's moans and cheer Clea on where she thrusts and sneers.
"Remember when I said you could do anything?" Clea snarls. She kisses the edge of Alicia's jawbone when she tilts her head back, and pistons into her so hard that the hinges of their front door threaten to snap. "I lied. Only I get to do anything. Now be a good girl and cum for me."
Alicia doesn't have a choice. She mewls and whines and falls apart right there, giving all those listening the climax they have been waiting for. When she comes down again, sobbing, the tips of her ears turn red at the sound of people clapping in the hallway. She lurches forward self-consciously to hide against Clea.
"I know, it's alright." Her older sister soothes her, gently sliding the strap out and kissing her temple when she flinches. "We'll have to pay them off again."
Lowering Alicia's ankles from her shoulders back to her waist, Clea carries the younger woman back into their bedroom and collapses exhaustedly upon it. Alicia nuzzles into her shoulder sleepily, and tightens her legs where they are wrapped around her.
"I love you." She whispers, feeling dazed and sated and sleepy.
"I love you too." Clea gently kisses her forehead. "Do I really look that good in this dress?"
"Oh yes," Alicia smirks even as she is close to dreaming. "You look positively sinful in it."
"Well in that case, remind me to wear it again tomorrow." Clea pulls her sister close and tucks her against her front protectively. "It's not often that a simple outfit makes you want to go down on me."
"Hmm... but... we're going to the Louvre tomorrow..." Alicia remembers bitterly.
The elder Dessendre laughs. "That's alright. We can fuck in the toilets and make them listen to us too."