Paranormal Research and Containment Society: Sisterhood - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Chapter 1 - Part 2

During the next afternoon, Branwen returned from her shopping expedition, hauling a small number of bags filled with crafting materials. New ideas formed in her mind, and tonight she could put them to use. But first, she needed a shower. The muggy afternoon made her sweaty and uncomfortable, considering all the walking she did in the outdoor marketplace.

After tossing her bags into her room, she changed out of her dress and padded over the bathroom, carrying her towels with her. Regan wasn't home yet, so she had some time to relax. The water squeaked on, and after testing the temperature, she slipped into the shower. Cool water cascaded from the shower head onto Branwen's face and hair, running down her skin in rippling sheets.

Shampoo, check. Soap, check. Luffa, check. Within a minute she had her hair wet and lathered up, and her skin lathered in soap. She leaned against the wall and gently scrubbed with the luffa, paying careful attention to her skin. Her hand slowly made its way between her sizeable breasts, slipping against her skin, the luffa brushing against her nipples.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Regan wouldn't be home for a few hours. She could take her time for a long shower...why not? She let her hand dip below the thatch of black hair, between her legs, lathering her nethers with aromatic soap. Branwen's finger slipped against her labia, running along her folds. Her head tilted back in a low moan. Slowly, gently, she stroked herself, rubbing her hand and fingers against her sex, letting the water run down her arm and legs.

Branwen's other hand went to her breast, gently fondling herself and pushing her soft, heavy mounds together. Her face flushed, and her mind wandered as the water splashed against her. She nudged the handle, turning up the temperature, the shower filling with steam.

Soon, she has an idea. She opened her eyes briefly and focused, removing her hand from her breast. Magic formed and congealed in her hand, taking the shape of a thick, textured dildo with a suction cup at the end of it. She sighed at the sight, and brought it to her lips, licking the conjured shaft, her fingers still stroking her nethers. Her legs parted, her fingers spreading her labia, letting her middle finger glide between her folds. She moaned, and took the dildo into her mouth, licking and sucking the tip and top of the textured shaft. Branwen played with it while she masturbated, going until her feminine arousal trickled down her inner thighs.

She gave the dildo one final lick, and planted it against the wall of the shower. A quick gesture of her fingers brought it to life, turning it into a throbbing, pulsating false organ. She took a brief reprieve to rinse her hair out and lather in conditioner, her thighs rubbing together to maintain her arousal. Her blush spread to her shoulders and chest, her nipples stiffened into little pebbles.

Branwen pressed herself against the wall, rubbing her wet sex against the dildo, letting out a short moan every time the heated device brushed against her folds. She reached back, and guided it in as she pressed her ass against the wall. She tilted her head back in a sharp moan of pleasure as she sheathed the thick, pulsating dildo deep inside her pussy. She squeezed her breast, rubbing her thumb against her hardened nipple, her hand slipping back around to rub her folds.

It felt heavenly. She lost herself in the moment, eagerly rocking her hips against the wall, fucking herself with the dildo, masturbating to some private fantasy running through her mind. She moaned loudly, pinching her nipple, feeling the hot shower spray against her skin. An infrequent indulgence, but she was grateful to have the house to herself nonetheless.

Her hands roamed her body, squeezing and groping herself, dipping between her thighs to pleasure her clit. Branwen eased into a slow rhythm, shuddering in growing arousal. No need to hurry. Another low moan as the dildo slid deep into her. She pushed back against it, grinding down.

Her arousal climbed toward the peak, and her hips rocked harder, fully riding against the dildo. She was close. A few more minutes. Her hands roughly groped herself, fingers rubbing against her clit. Between her soft moans and the water cascading against her skin, Branwen didn't hear the front door open and close, or the footsteps quickly rushing upstairs.

"Branwen I know you're in the shower but I gotta get in there NOW!" Regan exclaimed in warning. Before she could react or even say anything, Regan burst into the bathroom, and hurriedly stripped down, throwing her clothes against the floor and wall with wet splats.

Branwen bit her lip and pulled her hands away from their duties, interrupted. "Regan this isn't the best time! I've got conditioner in my hair, and..." she sputtered, trying to ward off her sister. She remained pressed against the wall of the shower, with the dildo still deep inside her, hidden by her body.

Regan pulled the shower curtain open and quickly stepped inside the stall with Branwen. Naked. The strong scent of lime hit Branwen's nose, and she saw he appropriately-colored green gunk sticking to Regan's hair and skin. She caught a glimpse of Regan's face, covered in the sticky green substance.

"What the hell happened?!" Branwen stared at Regan's naked back, recoiling from the intense saccharine smell. She covered herself with her arms and glanced away, slowly turning her attention back to Regan. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Is that...ectoplasm...?"

"YES. Argh, it's everywhere! I was in the park, and I found this possessed statue that seemed really nice and I tried to help it, but..." Regan grabbed the bodywash and luffa, quickly and thoroughly coating herself. She squirmed in discomfort, pulling strands of the stringy gunk off of her face. "I ran home as quickly as I could, I don't think anyone saw me." She flicked her hand, splattering gunk onto the wall.

"I really think one of us should get out of the shower, hon," Branwen replied. Regan stepped closer to Branwen to get under the shower stream, forcing the elder sister to press herself even harder against the dildo stuck onto the wall. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as the artificial cock throbbed within her.

Regan pulled the gunk from her eyes and face, flinging it onto the wall. "Argh, this isn't coming off!" she whined, distressed. "Branwen, DO something!" While she removed some of it, there was still far more stuck to her skin, and worse, it seemed to be replenishing itself.

"Just...just hold still, Regan. It'll come off with enough water," Branwen replied, squirming to avoid Regan's backside. "You're making it worse, hold still!" She snatched the luffa out of Regan's hand, and squirted bodywash onto her sister's back. "It must be reacting to your agitation. Just...stop moving and try to think about something pleasant, like puppies or something."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I can do that." The Spellweaver stopped squirming and remained still, closing her eyes to focus on something much more pleasant than being slimed. "Can you, uh, help get this off of me? Please?"

"I really don't want to, but fine, whatever. Not like we haven't seen each other naked in the shower before," the elder sister muttered. "Just...don't get any funny ideas, okay?" Ironic, given how she was distracted by the hidden toy lodged against the shower wall.

Regan slowly pulled away at the slime, letting the soap break the sticky bonds, the hot water dissolving it once it separated from her skin. She scrubbed with her hands, finding more of the gunk and pulling it away before it could reform.

She leaned forward and braced against the opposite wall with one hand, motioning to her back.

"Yeah. I get it," Branwen said. She gingerly placed her hands and the luffa against Regan's backside, and slowly scrubbed, pulling the gunk away and letting it fall down into the drain. "You get into the weirdest situations." She hid her panting, thankful that Regan's back was to her. She just had to hold out until Regan could get out of the shower, and then she could get rid of the evidence.

"I don't mean to," Regan whimpered. "It just happens."

Branwen's hand ran down Regan's side, pushing the now-slippery slime off of her sister's skin, palm pushing against Regan's waist and hip, down to her thigh. The gunk slid off in pieces, collecting around the drain with wet splats. Then, up to her back and chest, under her armpit.

Regan squirmed, giggling. "Oh goddess, don't do that, noooo!" She laughed from the inadvertent tickling, twisting against Branwen's hands.

Her right hand slipped around Regan's chest, cupping her modest breast. Slime oozed between Branwen's fingers, dripping from Regan's stiffened nipple. Regan gasped and let out an uncontrolled moan, reflexively pressing herself against Branwen's hand. "...Oh goddess I didn't mean to do that." Branwen stared at her sister, mortified.

"...what are you thinking of?" she asked, pulling her hand away, flinging the gunk off of her fingers.

"Cass," Regan replied sheepishly, looking back to Branwen. Her gaze locked onto Branwen's eyes, then moved down to follow the deep blush reaching down to her chest. "What are you...were you masturbating?!" The sudden realization hit her, and her face flushed in embarrassment.

"That's none of your damn business!" Branwen denied, crossing her arm over her chest to hide her nipples. Her legs trembled regardless. The base of the toy was visible just below the curve of her thighs.

"Oh goddess. You are!" Regan's eyes widened in shock and she stepped away from Branwen. Her foot hit the slime on the tub and she slipped, falling on her rear. Her gaze moved up, staring at Branwen's naked body, the thick dildo sticking into her sex, and the trickle of arousal mingling with the shower water flowing down her thighs.

Branwen's face turned several shades brighter.

Regan bit her lip, and extended her hand. "Since you're up there...little help, please?" She tried not to stare, and failed.

"I told you this wasn't a good time," Branwen replied, mortified. She pulled away from the wall, the dildo withdrawing from her sex with a wet sound. She shivered and suppressed a moan, and leaned down to help Regan up, pulling her onto her feet.

Regan tilted forward, slipping on the gunk, and braced against the wall with her arm, their breasts pressing together, faces inches apart. Branwen caught Regan by her waist, holding her steady. Their fingers interlaced.

Water rained down onto them from above, the only audible noise coming from the shower.

"This is amazingly awkward," Branwen murmured.

"Uh-huh." Regan didn't move.

"I don't know what to do."

"Neither do I," Regan replied.

The younger sister stared into Branwen's eyes, then leaned in to kiss her lips.

"Regan, what are you - mmph..." Branwen's protest was cut short by her sister's kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, and she leaned back, pressed against the wall, the toy jutting out between her legs.

Regan's eyes closed, and she squeezed her sister's hand tightly. Her other hand slid away from the wall, cupping Branwen's cheek lovingly. After a few moments, Branwen squeezed back.

The Spellweaver broke the kiss, and stared into Branwen's eyes, face blushing brightly. "That was better than I thought it'd be," she murmured. "I...I've been thinking of Cass all day, I had this really vivid dream after yoga last night..."

"Are we really doing this?" Branwen asked breathlessly. "I mean, I know we're both...worked up...but maybe we should just go to our rooms and take care of it privately. Separately." Despite her protests, she remained against the wall, holding Regan's hand, her other hand resting on Regan's hip. "And never speak of it again."

"And never speak of it again," Regan echoed, leaning in to kiss at Branwen's chin. "It's just us. In the shower. We're just...helping each other, right?" Her hand slid down to Branwen's arm, rubbing it affectionately.

"Right." Branwen swallowed hard, her mind running a thousand different directions, but coalescing on the same point again and again. Her pent-up frustration and arousal ebbed at her willpower, further sapped by Regan's little kisses and touches.

She leaned forward, cupping Regan's chin, and kissed her sister, running her fingers against the back of Regan's head, through her hair.

Regan sighed and leaned into the kiss, bringing her hand down to cup Branwen's breast, gently groping the soft mound. Her fingers pressed into Branwen's soft skin, her other hand moving down to stroke her hip and thigh.

She broke the kiss briefly, leaning in to whisper into Branwen's ear. "We can stop. Maybe we should. I don't want it to get weird between us."

"Too late for that," Branwen replied. "Let's just get this over with and out of our systems. Goddess help you if you mention this again, or I will turn you into a garden gnome." She held Regan's side and switched places with her, gently pushing her sister against the wall, letting the water rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Their wet, slippery bodies squirmed against one another, and Branwen's hand dipped between Regan's thighs.

Regan tilted her head back in a sharp moan, and quickly brought her hand up to hold Branwen's shoulder, groping her breast with the other. Her inexperience and naiveté revealed itself when she writhed against Branwen's hand, eyes half-closed and whimpering with growing need.

Branwen leaned in, pressing her heavy breasts against Regan's smaller ones, kissing at her sister's neck with little nibbles. Her hand gently rubbed Regan's sex, fingers running through the thick thatch of black hair above her clit. Every motion coaxed a moan or whimper from the younger woman.

"You know, you're awfully cute when - "

"Shut up, Branwen."

Branwen licked her lips and nibbled on Regan's earlobe, and moaned deeply into her sister's ear, simultaneously spreading Regan's folds and inserting a finger into the girl's sex. Her other hand cupped Regan's soft breast, squeezing it gently, rubbing her wet thumb against Regan's sensitive nipple.

Regan shuddered, arousal trickling down her thighs. She panted. Whimpered. Hips rocking into Branwen's hand. Arching her back. Clinging to Branwen for dear life.

Branwen's finger ever so slightly brushed against Regan's clit. The girl shivered and let out a low whimper, eyes closing tightly. "How...did you..."

"Shut up, Regan," Branwen teased back, pressing herself against Regan. "Your sister knows things." She left a string of kisses along Regan's jawline before seeking her lips again, and kissed her just as Branwen's fingers slid into Regan's wet, hot sex.

Regan's mouth opened into a moan just as Branwen kissed her deeply, tongue slipping in and dancing along Regan's lips. The inexperienced girl pawed helplessly at Branwen, grinding down onto her attentive hand.

"Bed," she whimpered. "Please."

"So demanding." Branwen's smile turned into a mischievous grin.

She quickly rinsed out her hair and the rest of the soap, then gently shoved Regan under the stream of water so she could rinse off. Branwen helped by running her hands along Regan's skin, teasing her the whole time, one hand hovering by her breasts and the other dancing along her flat stomach.

The wait was unbearable.

Continued in Chapter 1 - Part 3

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