My Sisters Turned Me Into Their Lesbian Pet

Sisters Make Their Pitch

Lauren said, “It’s time to sell this place and move into Seaside Haven,” as they sipped drinks on a glorious summer day on her youngest sister’s deck. The sun beat down on the backyard, warming the wooden planks under their feet while a light breeze carried the scent of cut grass and blooming roses. Lauren leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her eyes fixed on Ashley with that familiar mix of concern and excitement. She had rehearsed this pitch with Megan for days, knowing their baby sister needed the push. Ashley swirled the wine in her glass, the red liquid catching the light, and stared out at the familiar fence line where her kids once played.

“Yes, a room just opened up and we convinced Mrs. Thompson to hold it a couple of days for you,” Megan added. The two women had come to their sister’s house with a planned marketing pitch, complete with printed brochures and stories of ocean views that stretched for miles. Megan’s voice carried that outgoing energy she always brought to family gatherings, her hands gesturing as she spoke. She watched Ashley’s face for any sign of softening. The twins had driven down from the coast that morning, stopping at a 7-Eleven for snacks and coffee before arriving ready to convince.

“I don’t know,” Ashley said, looking out at her backyard. This hour, two of her sisters were trying to sell her on moving into a secluded women’s-only housing resort that sat right on the ocean. The location was amazing and she had found it the perfect setting when she visited her sisters, but this was her home. Even if the kids had moved out and her husband had passed away just over a year ago, this home was all she had left of the decades of memories of being a wife and a mother. She traced the rim of her glass with one finger, remembering barbecues and birthday parties that once filled the space with laughter.

“These apartments don’t open up much,” Lauren reminded her younger sister, for likely the third time that day. “It really could be now or never.” She shifted in her seat, the ice in her drink clinking softly. Lauren knew the market at Seaside Haven moved fast, and openings were rare. Her own place there had changed everything for her, bringing back a spark she thought was gone for good.

“Yeah, Brittany is only leaving because she is moving to Saudi Arabia,” Megan pointed out, not adding the fact that Brittany was moving with her trillionaire Mistress and to be one of a dozen white lesbian playthings at her disposal. Megan kept her tone light, sipping her drink to hide the envy she felt for that kind of arrangement. She glanced at Lauren, sharing a quick knowing look before turning back to Ashley.

“Is that a safe place for a woman to go?” Ashley asked. She set her glass down on the table, the condensation leaving a wet ring on the wood. Her mind wandered to news reports and travel warnings, though deep down she wondered if her sister was truly worried or just making conversation.

“I’m sure she will be fine,” Lauren said, slightly envious of her friend becoming a pet to one of the richest women in the world. Brittany would be treated like gold, well, except when being sexually used by her Mistress and her family and friends. That said, Lauren didn’t like the idea of having only one Mistress the rest of her life. Even at sixty-two she had years left of sexual exploration. She crossed her arms, feeling the heat of the afternoon settle into her skin.

“So, we are taking that as a yes,” Megan, the most outgoing of the three siblings, said. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, her smile wide and encouraging. Megan had always been the one to push plans forward, whether it was family vacations or now this big move.

“I don’t know,” Ashley said, with very mixed feelings. She was very lonely. She needed a change. She also loved spending time with her sisters, but this was her home. The words hung in the air as she looked at the empty swing set in the corner of the yard, memories flooding back of pushing her children on it years ago.

“You can’t live in the past,” Megan reminded her, a constant selling point the past couple of hours. She tapped the table lightly for emphasis, her voice steady but kind. Megan knew loneliness could creep in after loss, and she wanted better for her sister.

“Yes, especially when the present and future are so amazing,” Lauren added. She reached over and gave Ashley’s hand a quick squeeze, her fingers warm from the sun.

“Amazing?” Ashley questioned. She raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious now, though doubt still lingered in her tone.

“Yes, living at Seaside Haven has rejuvenated me,” Lauren said, that being the understatement of all time. She had discovered her true sexuality and it had awakened a fire for life she had lost in her late forties before a decade of her pussy being the Sahara Desert. Lauren’s cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of those first nights exploring with other residents, the way her body had responded after so long.

“And it will you too, Ashley,” Megan said, knowing it was really now or never. It was rare that an opening came up. Plus, she was serious. Her sister needed this change. Megan watched Ashley’s shoulders relax just a fraction and felt a spark of hope.

“I’ll miss my backyard,” Ashley said, where she spent a lot of her time, even more when she retired two years ago from teaching because she had received a very large amount from her husband’s insurance policy. She had enjoyed teaching, but didn’t miss the grading, parents or lowering of expectations. It was almost as if breathing was a guaranteed pass. She sighed, the sound soft against the hum of distant traffic.

“We live on the ocean,” Lauren said. She gestured with her glass toward the horizon as if the waves were already visible, her eyes bright with the promise of salt air and endless horizons.

“And we have a great garden I’m sure you could be a part of maintaining,” Megan added, knowing Ashley had a green thumb. Megan smiled, picturing her sister kneeling in the soil among the other women, dirt under her nails and sun on her back.

“That is tempting,” Ashley said, seriously considering this. She had been to Seaside Haven twice to visit and it was an amazing living locale. She had always loved the ocean. It was one of the main reasons she moved from Wisconsin to California to go to college and had never left. So, living on the actual ocean was a major positive. Seaside Haven also had a large, amazing garden. The idea of being able to help maintain it was also very appealing. Ashley felt the pull growing stronger with each detail.

“You need to be closer to us,” Megan stressed. All three girls had been very close when they were young and had reconnected a decade ago when Ashley convinced them to move to California. While they had all lived in the same community a few years ago, the twins had moved to Seaside Haven just over two years ago. The only regret they had was that it had them almost two hours’ drive away from their baby sister and that didn’t include traffic. Megan’s voice softened at the memory of those closer days.

“I do miss you guys,” Ashley said, having loved when they lived just fifteen minutes away. With her daughter at Harvard and her son in London at a chef school, she only got to see her kids on Zoom. And while she was happy technology had advanced so she could see their faces, it didn’t replace real face-to-face contact. And, no matter how she spun the fact she liked her independence and loved her home, the underlying truth was she was terribly lonely. In fact, so lonely she would likely be diagnosed as depressed. She had been considering returning to the classroom as well, but the growing number of student issues compounded by incompetent parents had kept her away. Ashley’s chest tightened at the admission.

“Then say yes,” Megan said. She held Ashley’s gaze, waiting, the air between them thick with the weight of the choice.

“Please, Ashley, you will love it,” Lauren added. Lauren’s hand stayed near Ashley’s, ready to offer comfort if needed.

New Life Awaits

Megan could sense Ashley was close to agreeing and said, “It’s time, Ashley.” She spoke the words gently but firmly, knowing this moment could shift everything for their family.

Ashley looked out at her yard, sipped on her wine, let out the softest of sighs and nodded. “Okay.” The single word felt heavy as it left her lips, carrying both relief and fear.

“Really?” Lauren asked excitedly. She sat up straighter, her face breaking into a wide grin that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

“You’d better get me in there, help me move and sell the house,” Ashley said, each of those tasks all alone a little daunting. She rubbed her palms on her thighs, the denim warm from the sun, already imagining the chaos of packing boxes.

“Of course,” Megan said excitedly. “We know an amazing realtor and Seaside Haven has a deal with a moving company that is amazing.” Megan clapped her hands once, the sound sharp in the quiet yard.

“You guys had this all planned out, didn’t you?” Ashley asked as she finished her glass of wine. She set the empty glass down and shook her head with a small laugh.

“What makes you say that?” Lauren said, as she finished texting Brianna, a black woman who didn’t live at Seaside Haven, but who was great friends with Mrs. Thompson and a very sexy Mistress who perversely had a thing for always wearing white pantyhose or stockings. The contrast with her beautiful black skin was sexy as fuck. She had a delicious pussy and a tongue that was wide, long and could make any woman come in a couple of minutes. Lauren’s fingers flew over the screen, her pulse quickening at the thought of seeing Brianna later.

“I’m guessing that was you texting the moving people,” Ashley accused. She watched her sister with narrowed eyes, half amused and half suspicious.

“Wrong!” Lauren said. “I was texting the realtor.” Lauren tucked her phone away, fighting back a smirk.

“So wrong,” Ashley said with a laugh. The tension eased a bit as the three sisters shared the moment.

“You are making the right decision,” Megan said. She raised her glass in a small toast, the wine catching the light again.

“I know,” Ashley nodded. “It’s just this is all I know.” She stood slowly, stretching her legs, the chair scraping against the deck.

“Well, it’s time for you to learn new shit,” Megan said, only partially joking, knowing that her sweet and innocent sister was going to be stunned to the core when she learned all the forbidden truths of Seaside Haven. Megan’s eyes sparkled with secrets she couldn’t share yet.

“Yeah, the opportunities are endless,” Lauren added, as were the orgasms and sapphic orgies. Lauren couldn’t even remember the last time she went a day without an orgasm or gave another woman an orgasm. Her body warmed at the recollection of recent nights spent between thighs, tongues working in rhythm.

“I’m moving into a woman’s community,” Ashley said. “I’m not going to college.” She crossed her arms, trying to sound firm even as curiosity tugged at her.

Megan laughed, thinking life at Seaside Haven was way wilder than her crazy college days. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” She exchanged a glance with Lauren, both remembering wild parties and late-night discoveries.

“Yes, I’ve learned a ton since moving there,” Lauren added. She didn’t get into the details like how to pleasure a woman, how to wear a strap-on, how to take it in the ass, how to trib and that she was a natural submissive, especially to women of color and her sister. Lauren’s voice dropped a little lower, her thighs pressing together at the memories.

“You seem to learn something new every day,” Megan added, an innuendo her younger sister wouldn’t understand, but her twin would. Just yesterday, Lauren was double penetrated, not for the first time, but for the first time by just her sister. Megan’s most recent purchase was a two-dick strap-on toy that could fuck a pussy and an asshole at the same time. It took a little bit of work to get into a smooth rhythm, but once she did, her twin came twice from the double dicking. Megan felt a thrill recalling the slick sounds and Lauren’s moans.

Lauren knew exactly what her sister was implying and smiled. “Yes, every day is a new adventure.” She licked her lips without thinking, the taste of wine mixing with anticipation.

“You make Seaside Haven sound like heaven on earth,” Ashley said, a little worried it wouldn’t live up to the hype. She shifted her weight, the deck warm under her sandals.

“It is, it really is,” Lauren said, thinking of the first time she dined on the delicious chocolate pie she had now become addicted to. Her mouth watered at the thought of Brianna’s slick folds against her tongue.

Megan added, “It’s time to start a new adventure.” She wondered if her younger sister wouldn’t fall into the sexual submissions of the many black Mistresses, as well as a few white and other races, as easily as she and Lauren had. Ashley was much more conservative and shy compared to her and Lauren. Also, in reality, she was a little worried about how her baby sister would react to the taboo relationship between them. Megan’s stomach tightened at the risk.

“I’m not sure adventure is the right word,” Ashley said, as she stood up, “but it is time to move on.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face, the breeze playing with it.

“Exactly!” Megan agreed, and a moment later all three were embraced in a sisterly hug. Their bodies pressed close, the warmth of skin and the faint scent of perfume mixing in the air.

An hour later, Brianna, the realtor, was at the house and doing an assessment as Ashley realized how real this decision was. An hour ago, she had agreed, but saying it and it suddenly being in the works were two different things. She was having mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was having seller’s remorse and she hadn’t even officially put it on the market. On the other hand, she knew it was the right thing to do. It was time to move on. It was time to let the past go. It was time to start her life again. Ashley’s heart pounded as she watched Brianna move through the rooms with professional ease.

Ashley struggled showing Brianna the house, so Lauren did it for her. Megan and Ashley stayed outside with another glass of wine. As such, Ashley was unaware that her daughter’s bed was being used for the first time as Lauren was between the stocking-clad legs and having an appetizer before dinner. The air in the bedroom felt thick, the sheets rumpled from the weight of two bodies.

“You hungry slut,” Brianna moaned, loving watching many white women crawl between her legs and pleasure her, “eating my pussy in your straight sister’s home.” Her voice was low and commanding, one hand gripping the back of Lauren’s head. Brianna’s thighs flexed, the white stockings smooth against Lauren’s cheeks, the contrast stark and arousing.

“I’ll eat your pussy anywhere,” Lauren said, a truth she had long accepted, absolutely addicted to all pussy, but there was something extra special in the taboo reality of white submitting to black and the subtly different taste of a black woman. She added, without stopping licking, so the words were a little muffled, “Plus, she won’t be straight for long.” Her tongue worked in steady circles, tasting the slick heat that coated her lips and chin.

“Mmm, you are literally throwing your sister into the den of submissive sin,” Brianna moaned, this actually a pretty hot concept. She had seduced a grandmother, mother and daughter on a couple of occasions. There was something really hot about taboo, especially when every member was in the middle of the thrill of lesbian submission. This could be oral, this could be fucking, or this could be when she went and ate each of the three white woman’s peaches and made each come. As such, the idea of fucking the twins and her slimmer sister one after the other, sitting on each pretty white bitch’s face and devouring each pink pussy was very appealing. These thoughts had her pussy burning pretty quickly. Brianna’s hips lifted, pressing harder against Lauren’s eager mouth.

“I’m doing her a favor,” Lauren said and she believed her words heart and soul. She had never been happier, never understood her purpose in life, never accepted who she really was until she moved to Seaside Haven and became a submissive lesbian, to black Mistresses, white dommes and her sister, who, unlike herself, could switch from submissive to dominant with natural ease. Lauren though was ninety percent submissive, although she did enjoy seducing a straight woman and imagined Ashley being her pet. Her own cunt throbbed at the fantasy, wetness soaking her panties.

“Yes, the favor is feminine flavor,” Brianna moaned, always having a thing for alliteration. She ground down, the wet sounds of Lauren’s tongue filling the room.

“Mmm, your flavor is heaven,” Lauren complimented, never able to say no to Brianna’s or, for that matter, any pussy regardless of race. While she loved black women’s pussy, she adored all pussy. White, Latina, Asian, Muslim, it didn’t matter. Pussy was the universal taste of feminine perfection. Lauren’s tongue thrust deeper, savoring every drop of slick arousal.

“And don’t you forget it, girl,” Brianna said, as she moved her hand to the back of the chubby white girl’s head which signaled without a word to shift from leisurely licking to hungry pussy pleasing. Lauren began to attack the pussy with her eager experienced technique that usually had any woman go from simmering to boiling over in just a couple of minutes, often less. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, skin slapping lightly as Brianna rocked against her face.

“Oh yes, eat my pussy while your still straight sister is oblivious of her inevitable future,” Brianna moaned, the fact that they were doing it in the house adding to the wicked encounter. Her voice grew ragged, thighs trembling around Lauren’s head.

“Mmm,” Lauren responded, not wasting any words that would slow her down from the task at tongue. Yet, she wanted Brianna to know she liked the idea. What still confused her, even after two years of daily dining on multiple feminine homemade delicacies, was how serving others, making others moan, making others come, made her own loins burn in a way nothing man could. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy men, and many had sexually pleased her over the decades, but nothing came close to sexually stimulating her like the thrill of eating pussy. And while she enjoyed the occasionally real dick hard cock in her mouth and pussy, reveled in having her own pussy being orally pleasured, enjoyed the raw rough feeling of getting her pussy pounded by a big strap-on, submitted with joy getting her big back end plundered and every other kinky thing she had experienced the past two years, nothing made her happier or revved up her white pussy than licking a pussy and making another woman come. Lauren’s own cunt clenched, dripping down her inner thighs.

“Yeah, soon it will be your baby sister munching on this sweet chocolate treat,” Brianna added, knowing the surreal reality that most siblings, or any family member really got extremely turned on by the idea of crossing the taboo line of forbidden fruit. Sometimes it was the wrongness of the idea, sometimes it was the kindness of the thought and sometimes it was just the raw lust of people who loved each other, had the same DNA and had an unconditional trust for them. Brianna’s fingers tightened in Lauren’s hair.

“Mmm,” Lauren moaned again, knowing Brianna was about to nut all over her face, nut being a term she had never heard of before spending a fair amount of time submitting to black women in every possible way. She hated to admit it, but she was dying to see her baby sister submit like she had, to see her in utter rapture as she enjoyed the multiple orgasms of massive lesbian orgies and when she crossed the invisible line to family familiarity and submitted to Megan. That inevitable reality had been decided and Megan had made it completely clear that it would be her who first got to play with the family pet, what Megan called Ashley when it was just the two of them having sex and role playing, a kinky act they often did. Lauren sucked harder on the swollen clit, desperate for the flood.

“Oh yes, you naughty girl, I’m about to nut on your pretty granny face,” Brianna moaned, lifting her ass up to press her pet’s face hard against her about-to-erupt snatch. Her body shook, the orgasm building fast and hot.

Lauren enjoyed the rough treatment, loving having her face used for another woman’s pleasure, as she kept her tongue extended, knowing the cum would be gushing out soon. The taste of sweat and arousal coated her lips.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Brianna moaned, as her orgasm erupted after just thirty seconds of grinding on the white woman. Her juices flooded Lauren’s mouth and chin, thick and sweet, the climax rocking through her in waves. Lauren lapped greedily, swallowing every drop while her own pussy throbbed untouched.

Lauren attacked the clit and, as expected, the sweet juices erupted onto her face, lips, tongue and chin. While she had always been religious, this was where she most regularly worshipped. She ignored the reminder she was a grandmother now after being called granny. Her daughter had given birth just six months ago to a beautiful baby girl named Jenny. In case you are wondering, Lauren and Megan had not yet corrupted any of their children. All girls. Lauren had a thirty-one-year-old single bisexual daughter named Heather who was a doctor in Boston, and a twenty-five-year-old married daughter named Kamryn who was still on maternity leave from being a grade three teacher in a small town back in their hometown in Wisconsin. Then Megan had two girls too. Her eldest was 43 as she had her first child out of wedlock when she was still in college. Her eldest was Emma and was a motivational speaker who traveled the world. Her youngest was twenty-five, born two weeks after Kamryn. Ella was a Broadway actress and had just gotten her big break playing the lead in a revival of West End Story. Lauren kept licking through the aftershocks, savoring the slick heat.

Once Brianna let go of Lauren’s head, she looked down at the pussy juice-glazed face and ordered, “Now keep my sweet juices on your face until you get home.” Her voice was firm, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“You bad girl,” Lauren purred, giving one last lick at the delicious pink pussy so perfectly framed by Brianna’s beautiful black skin. The smell of sex clung to her, making her dizzy with want.

“Says the pussy munching slut who just ate pussy in her niece’s bedroom while her sisters were outside,” Brianna smiled. She stood, smoothing her skirt over the stockings.

“You know I can never say no to you,” Lauren said. Her knees ached from the floor, but the ache felt good.

“Or any pussy,” Brianna smiled as she lifted one leg over the chubby talented white pussy muncher and rolled off of the bed. The mattress creaked softly.

“Fair,” Lauren laughed slightly at the truth. She got off the bed too and stretched a little, her body humming.

“Make sure you give your baby sister a goodbye kiss when you leave so she can get a sniff of my pussy,” Brianna said. She adjusted her blouse, the white fabric stark against her skin.

“Okay,” Lauren said, thinking that was a kinky idea, and the first of many planted seeds. Yet, she was also a little nervous to actually be the one doing it. She loved Ashley. She wanted Ashley to join them in their many sexual escapades, but she was also worried about the risk of how her little sister would react. Lauren’s stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement.

“Get going, bitch,” Brianna said as she fixed her skirt. Her tone left no room for argument.

“Okay,” Lauren repeated, admiring this beautiful black woman. She followed Brianna out, the taste of her still on her tongue.

They headed outside and Lauren sat across from her oblivious sister as Brianna said, “Ashley, I think I can get top dollar for your home.” Brianna’s voice was smooth, professional again.

“Really?” Ashley asked. She leaned forward, interest sparking in her eyes.

“Yes, it is a buyer’s market, the house is in great shape, the backyard is immaculate and you are in a great location,” Brianna answered, as she imagined sitting on that sweet white woman’s face. Her gaze lingered a moment too long on Ashley’s lips.

“Well, thank you for coming so quickly,” Ashley said. She smiled politely, unaware of the double meaning.

“I didn’t come thaaaaat quickly,” the black woman said, knowing the sweet innocent woman would not catch on to the sexual innuendo that the twin sisters would. Brianna’s smile was knowing, her eyes flicking to Lauren.

Lauren felt her cheeks burn at the shocking words, as Megan added, “I’m sure Ashley will be very grateful.” Megan’s voice held a teasing edge only the twins understood.

“Of course,” Ashley nodded. “If there is anything you need from me, please let me know.” She meant it sincerely, her hand resting on the table.

“I will remember that,” Brianna smiled warmly, giving Megan a knowing look. The air between them crackled with unspoken plans.

Ashley noticed the odd look from the realtor. She frowned slightly, sensing something she couldn’t name.

“Well, I have all the photos I need. I will soon e-mail you some paperwork to sign and then get the ball rolling,” Brianna said as she walked over to Ashley, bent down and kissed her on both cheeks. Hannah was a little bewildered by the soft lips pressing on her cheeks, but then watched her do the same thing to both sisters. She also noticed when she bent over to kiss Lauren that the skirt rode up enough to reveal she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. While Ashley had quite a few pairs of stockings, she couldn’t imagine wearing them to show a house or in this heat. It must have been a hundred degrees today. In fact, since her husband passed, she hadn’t worn nylons almost ever and never the many stockings she owned, those were for her husband who had had a nylon fetish. In her younger days she had worn thigh high stockings or a garter-belt and stockings on many occasions getting fucked in a variety of slightly risqué locations like a theatre, a couple of bathrooms and in some trees at an outdoor wedding, alas, those were many, many years ago, the couple’s wild side mellowing as they had kids and got older. Ashley’s cheeks warmed at the old memories.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Ashley,” Brianna said, as she got ready to leave having purposely stayed bent over just a little longer than was normal. The scent of her pussy lingered faintly in the air.

“The pleasure was all mine,” Ashley said, being polite. She stood to see her out.

“Oooooh, it will be,” Brianna said before walking out, the most blunt foreshadowing she could possibly give. Her heels clicked on the deck.

Ashley wasn’t sure what to say to that. It was such an odd reply. She watched Brianna leave, the words echoing oddly.

Once it was just the three of them, Megan made a toast and they had another drink. Ashley was slightly confused at what seemed like wetness on Lauren’s face, but eventually assumed it was just sweat from this heat. The wine tasted sharp on her tongue, the future stretching out like the ocean they would soon call home.