Paranormal Research and Containment Society: Sisterhood - Chapter 1 - Part 1

Chapter 1 - Part 1

Regan stretched out on the sofa, lazily relaxing with her favorite book in hand. The evening summer heat gave her the perfect opportunity to catch up on her reading, though she had previously leafed through the pages. The cover depicted a stunning raven-haired woman with pale skin, chained to some medieval wall, kept decent only by the scraps of her dress clinging to her glistening skin. Despite her predicament, she held a rose between her teeth, her eyes giving the classic "come hither" stare.

It was a recommendation from a friend, "In Service of Mara", the first of a trilogy of erotic fiction set in a fantasy world. Though Regan read it for the story, of course. Certainly not because of the heated scenes between the protagonist and her many encounters, or the flowery descriptions. Which is why her hand totally wasn't idly sliding between her thighs. Regan's cheeks flushed as she flipped the page, eyes glued to the text.

"Oh, wow," she murmured to herself, her imagination wandering. In this chapter, the protagonist, Isabella, willingly let herself be captured by the barbarian warlord Korath, all in a ruse to get close enough to assassinate him. Fellatio. Groping. Bent over against the furs on the ground. Regan's hand slid back and forth against her pants without her realizing it, her blush brightening. She mouthed the dialogue silently to herself, hips ever so slightly rocking against her attentive hand.

She flipped the page. This was the page she wanted to get to, the big payoff of several chapters' worth of buildup. Isabella would submit to Korath and wear him down, imploring him to conquer her until her opportunity arose. Regan didn't spoil it for herself, but she did hear about the scene from her friend.

Korath shoved Isabella on her back and spread her legs, his manhood springing free of his hides. She beckoned him to take her. He knelt down onto the furs, and -

The front door burst open, in a bluster, Branwen following a moment behind, carrying a yoga mat, some exercise clothes, and other fitness-related swag.

Regan looked up in alarm, quickly pulling her hand back and tossing the book under a throw pillow. Her blush reached down under the collar of her shirt. She leapt up from the couch and rushed into the kitchen just as Branwen closed the door.

"Regan? Are you home?" Branwen called out from the living room. "I need your help with something." Her voice carried a sing-song tone that Regan recognized. Branwen wanted something.

In the kitchen, Regan quickly doused herself in water in an attempt to mask the conspicuous blush. "Yeah, I got something in my eye, I'll be out in a minute!"

"Well, whenever you're done..." Branwen moved from the living room to the kitchen, and stuck her head out from around the corner. "You said you'd help me with yoga, right? Or was I imagining that?"

Regan kept her back to Branwen, desperately trying to calm herself. She focused, closing her eyes, and forced her mind into peace. It wouldn't last for long, but it would save her from embarrassment. "Yeah, I did," she replied, turning around to face her sister. "But I thought that was next week?" She offered a brief smile to distract Branwen.

The elder sister briefly cocked her head to the side. "No...I wanted to do it tonight. I have things to do tomorrow. Look, it'll take you an hour, then I'll let you go. I even bought a mat for it so I don't have to borrow yours!" She waved it from the partition, grinning widely.

Regan stared at Branwen with a deadpan expression. "Seriously? Right now?"

"You're not doing anything important," Branwen huffed.

"Fine. Just this once. Then I'm charging you for it."

Branwen grinned. "Deal. I'll go change." She went upstairs, giving Regan a brief reprieve.

Too late for Regan to change her mind now, otherwise Branwen would not let it go. She sighed in resignation, and quietly went to her room to change into her exercise clothes. Her book remained hidden under the couch pillow.

Ten minutes later, they met in the living room. Branwen wore her new workout clothes: black Lycra with purple trim, more suitable for typical exercising than yoga, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Designer names, naturally, though uniquely hers.

Regan wore her training outfit: floral print pink yoga pants and a tight sky-blue shirt. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looking down at Branwen. "Wow, you really went all-out with this, didn't you?"

"Of course." Branwen unrolled her mat and placed it on the floor, making room. "So, I need you to help me with my form. I know the basics...but I don't know if I'm doing them wrong. Just...show me what I'm doing wrong, okay?"

Regan rolled her eyes, and unrolled her mat, facing Branwen. "Let's just start from the beginning, and work our way there. Please don't rush me, I do have a method." She tapped her finger against her chin in thought. "Alright. Go through your poses one by one, and I'll correct your posture."

"You're the master," Branwen teased. She started going through her poses, starting with the very basics, working her way up to the warrior pose. All the while, Regan watched, observing, watching for errors.

"Okay, hold it," Regan interrupted. "You're leaning incorrectly." She slide around Branwen, and placed her hand on Branwen's stomach. "Suck it in, and keep your spine straight." Without warning or pretense she manually adjusted Branwen's posture, gently placing her hand between Branwen's shoulder blades and pushing forward while pushing her abdomen back.

"Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. That's why it felt awkward."

"Yeah. That's why you don't learn yoga from the Internet." Regan replied. "Keep it like this, and hold. See? You get a nice stretch on your legs." She demonstrated by placing one hand on Branwen's forward thigh, the other on her rearward hamstrings. "You'll feel the stretch here," she added, gently pushing Branwen forward.

Branwen glanced down at the hand on her leg, then turned her focus back to the wall. "Yeah. I feel it. Ugh, this is harder than I thought. Okay. Next pose." She eased out of warrior, and slowly took on the tree pose. Her hands clasped together, held up over her head, one leg held up and bent so her foot rested against her inner knee. She wobbled, barely balancing on one foot.

Regan walked around Branwen, inspecting her form, clicking her tongue in thought. "Okay, here's your problem, your foot is in the wrong place, and your hips are off. Your balance...kinda sucks."

"Oh gee, thanks."

"Just try to hold still." Regan grabbed Branwen's foot and adjusted it, shoving it higher up on her leg. The back of her hand brushed against Branwen's Lycra-clad inner thigh. "Okay. Keep your foot like that..." Regan slid behind Branwen, placing both hands on Branwen's hips. She bit her lip in thought, and tilted Branwen to the side, quickly running a hand up to Branwen's arm to hold her steady. Another adjustment. Her hand went up along Branwen's arm, pulling it down slightly, the two now barely touching one another.

"Are you this handsy with your students?" Branwen commented, eyes glued to a spot on the wall. Then she smelled something, faintly. Arousal? No way.

"Yeah. I deal with a lot of people who have no flexibility, so sometimes I have to adjust them. Like you."

"Hey!" Branwen's foot slid down her thigh as her balance waned.

"You're better than some of them. Keep your foot - no," Regan reached around Branwen to grab her foot, and Regan's hand accidentally slid between Branwen's inner thighs, palm not-so-gently brushing against her sister's Lycra-covered nethers. In a split second Regan realized what she had done, and the blush came back in full force.

"Regan, what the hell are you - " Branwen's cheeks flushed in automatic response, and she lost all sense and hope of balance. She flailed about with her hands to steady herself, but it was too late. Branwen toppled to the mat, taking Regan down with her. Somehow during the tumble one ended up under the other, and Regan was now on her back, with her knee shoved up between Branwen's legs, and Branwen's hand resting directly on Regan's right breast. And so they were precariously balanced.

The two stared at each other, too stunned for words. Their cheeks matched scarlet hues.

After a long, very awkward delay, Regan murmured, "Your hand is on my boob."

"Your knee is in my crotch," Branwen replied evenly.

With great effort, the sisters disentangled from one another. They quickly looked away in mutual embarrassment.

"I think that's all for tonight," Regan murmured, quickly standing. "I'm going to be in my room."

"Y-yeah. Uh. Night." Branwen remained sitting, her face burning red. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Night." Regan quickly fled upstairs. The door slammed shut a moment later.

Downstairs, Branwen stared at the yoga mat, confused. That wasn't planned. She picked herself up, and rolled up the mats, putting them under the shelf. What the hell just happened?

Regan stared at herself in the mirror, her whole face and chest burning red. She could hear Branwen's door open and shut. She was safe. Her clothes hit the hamper a moment later and she crawled into bed, turning off the light. She'd feel better after a good night's rest. Though every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was her sister's face staring at her in horror. Eventually, though, she fell into a deep slumber, beset by vivid, forgotten dreams.

Continued in Chapter 1 - Part 2

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