Paranormal Research and Containment Society: Sisterhood - Chapter 1 - Part 3

Chapter 1 - Part 3

Branwen's bedroom door flew open in a burst of wind, and Regan stumbled inside, trembling. The elder sister followed, pulling the door closed with a spell. The curtains were drawn, keeping the room dark and cool against the midsummer heat. Branwen's luxurious bed sat in the center, against the wall. Spell components, books, and bags scattered across every flat surface.

"Branwen, are you sure, we..." Regan couldn't finish her thought as Branwen herded her towards the bed. Second-guessing herself, and confused by her own emotions.

"It's just masturbation. So what if we're technically helping one another?" Branwen replied warmly, bringing Regan in close, nuzzling against her hair. "You can say no, and we can stop right now," she offered, running her hand down to Regan's.

"I..." Regan breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the emotions flowing through her, and sensing Branwen's feelings as well. "Can...we just cuddle? Please?"

"Of course," Branwen replied, and gently kissed Regan's cheek. "I don't want you to regret our actions. As...aroused as I am...and I'm sure you are...a clear head is best." She slipped away from Regan, still holding her hand, and eased into her bed. Branwen gently pulled on Regan's hand, guiding her sister into the bed next to her.

Regan nodded, and breathed a heavy sigh, slipping under the covers, pulling them over her arm. They embraced, with Regan's back against Branwen, resting against her breasts.

Branwen's hand hovered over Regan, uncertain where to go.

The younger sister gently pulled Branwen's hand down to cup her breast, giving the top of her palm a kiss.

With Regan comfortable, Branwen leaned in, kissing the back of Regan's head, taking in the scent of her hair. "I'm sorry about earlier," she said quietly. "I didn't mean for any of that to happen."

"It's not your fault, just...a series of really weird events," Regan replied quietly. Her thighs squirmed together, unable to get her mind off of the shower, and last night. "I just need time to think."

"Of course." Branwen kissed her hair again. "I want you to be happy, and safe, my sweet little sister."

Regan smiled, and pressed back against Branwen, reaching back, brushing her fingers against Branwen's hair. "You'll never stop calling me that, will you?"

"Never."

"I kind of like it. It makes me feel special."

"Special pain in my ass, more like it."

"You could always move out."

"Then I wouldn't get to annoy you with fashion."

"Or teach you how to yoga," Regan replied, and rolled over onto her other side, facing Branwen. "You were doing pretty well until I slipped. You kinda looked cute in that outfit, too."

Branwen giggled, and kissed Regan's forehead. "Hey, I have to look amazing all the time, even if I'm sweating," she teased. "Are you feeling any better?"

Regan rubbed her hand along Branwen's hip, tracing patterns with her fingers. "I can't get my mind off of it. Are we weird? Wait, don't answer that. I don't...want this to become a thing."

"It won't. Garden gnome, remember?" Branwen cupped her chin and tilted her head back. "It'll be good for us. What if one of us gets replaced by a changeling and the only way to find out is to know some intimate secret? Hmm?"

Regan's brow furrowed in thought. "Huh. Okay. I guess I can buy that." She leaned in and kissed Branwen once more, closing her eyes, slowly easing her thigh in between Branwen's legs. "Though I'll always know your aura...I wonder...what it'll feel like now...?" she wondered aloud, allowing her psychic senses to open.

"Only one way to find out," Branwen replied, bringing Regan against her.

They kissed. Their hands slowly roamed over the others' skin, gently fondling and squeezing one another. Regan's thigh rubbed against Branwen's wet folds, and Branwen rubbed Regan's ass and thigh, running her fingers through Regan's thick hair.

It didn't take long for Branwen to take control, easing Regan onto her back, with Branwen lying next to her, breasts pressing against Regan's side. Her sister's arm draped over her back, stroking with need. The elder sister laid a trail of kisses along Regan's neck and chest, along the curve of her breast, finally kissing the nipple. Her hand eased between Regan's thighs, gently rubbing her sex once more with practiced motions.

Regan tilted her head back in a moan and fondled herself with her free hand, eyes closed tightly. Hips rocking into Branwen's attentive hand.

"Do you want more?" Branwen asked, lips hovering just above Regan's pert nipple.

"Yes." A whimper of need. Chest thrusting into Branwen's hand.

Branwen took Regan's nipple into her mouth and gave one teasing lick. The younger girl squirmed and whimpered in reply.

That was all Branwen needed. She focused her attentions on Regan's breast and nipple, alternating between suckling on the sensitive nub and encircling it with her tongue. Her fingers slid into Regan's wet sex, legs parting to allow Branwen access to her folds. Her arousal trickled onto the bed, giving off the strong, wonderful scent of femininity.

Regan writhed under Branwen, helplessly lost to the emotions and desires running through her mind, taking everything in. She alternated between squeezing her breast and clawing at Branwen's arm, her back arching every time her older sister slid her smooth fingers into Regan's sex. Her other hand ran along Branwen's back, encouraging her every few moments.

With the dual stimulation of Regan's sex and nipples, it didn't take long for the younger sister to approach her peak. She moaned, trembling against Branwen. "I love you," she whimpered, running her fingers through Branwen's hair.

"I love you too, Regan," Branwen replied. "Just leave it to me..." She adjusted herself, leaning up and kissing Regan deeply, face flushed brightly. Her fingers redoubled their efforts, methodically stroking Regan's folds and clit, circling with just the right enough pressure and texture. Her other hand squeezed Regan's breast lovingly, playing with the soft mound.

They moaned into each other's mouths, and soon, Regan reached her peak, trembling and clinging to Branwen as her orgasm hit her. Her fingers dug into Branwen's skin as her whole body shivered, drawing in a deep breath, holding it, finally exhaling in a low, long moan. Her arousal rushed out onto Branwen's fingers, and Regan shuddered helplessly against her sister.

Branwen's hips rocked against Regan with her own need, amplified by her sister so thoroughly enjoying herself. She broke the kiss and nuzzled against Regan's face with her cheek, kissing at her neck and jawline until Regan came down from her climax.

The younger sister panted and whimpered, her whole body flushed brightly. With a final moan she relaxed, easing back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "...Wow..."

Branwen smiled gently, and propped herself up, gazing down at Regan. "Enjoy yourself?" she asked affectionately, kissing the tip of Regan's nose.

"Uh-huh..." Regan flopped against the bed again, slowly catching her breath. "How...do you know so much?" she asked after a long silence.

"Books. And the Internet."

"That would explain it." Regan's gaze turned to Branwen. "That was so much better than I thought it was going to be."

"I'm glad." Another kiss to Regan's forehead. "You seemed to enjoy yourself...now if you don't mind, I kind of...need to get off too." Branwen rolled onto her back, closing her eyes, moving her hands down her body.

"Do...you...want help...?" Regan asked quietly.

"Only if you want to. No obligation." Branwen arched her back briefly, turning her gaze to Regan, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"...Can you hang on for a minute or two? I need...to just enjoy this rush." A long, happy sigh.

"Sure hon, just don't fall asleep on me," Branwen teased, and kissed Regan once more.The sisters cuddled, casually fondling each other while Regan basked in the afterglow of orgasm.

Regan shifted again after a few minutes, finally getting feeling back in her legs. She giggled, giddy, and kissed Branwen's cheek as she propped herself up next to her sister. "Okay, I'm ready for part two," she murmured.

Branwen cracked an eye open, a wry smile forming. "About time. Goddess. I thought you fell asleep on me. Are you good, or do you want me to just...do this while you watch or whatever?"

"It wouldn't be fair to you..." Regan replied sheepishly. "Besides, I like girls, so it's not like I haven't fooled around with Cass before."

"Don't you dare tell her about this, or I swear. Garden. Gnome." It was hard to tell if Branwen was serious or not.

"I won't! I promise. She...wouldn't know what to even think of it."

"Good." Branwen stretched out on the bed, propping up one leg on a few pillows, scooting up to lie partially upright. "I haven't exactly done this with someone before," she quietly admitted. Without any other pretense, she fondled herself, taking in a slow breath as her arousal came back to her. Her head tilted back against the pillows and she let out a soft moan.

Regan stared down at her sister, taking in the scene playing out in front of her. An idea. She perked up, and slid down between Branwen's legs, gently pushing them apart. She adjusted her position, getting down onto her front, moving her hair out of the way. A kiss to Branwen's inner thigh. Then another. A third. Each one working closer to the apex of her thighs.

"Regan, what are you..." Then it hit her. "Oh. Fuck. We're doing this, aren't we?" Branwen closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her heavy breast, her other hand dipping below her waist to rub her sex, spreading her folds apart.

"Yeah. We are." Regan placed another kiss on Branwen's thigh, and took in the strong scent of her sister's arousal, inches from her nose. She ran her hand up to Branwen's arm, trailing her fingers over it affectionately. Regan leaned in, and kissed at her sister's folds.

Branwen shivered, drawing in a sharp breath.

Regan smiled, and kissed again, taking one quick, exploratory lick of her sister's wet sex.

A whimper from the pillows.

It was all Regan needed. She used her fingers so help spread Branwen's labia, then leaned in to lick the quivering folds. Slowly, she licked and kissed Branwen's pussy with long, precise strokes of her hot tongue. Her other hand slid up to caress Branwen's flat stomach, circling around the navel.

The elder sister rocked her hips against Regan's mouth, her own hung open in a low moan. "F-fuck, you're good at this," Branwen stammered, back arched.

Regan rolled her eyes and eased into it, pleasuring Branwen with her mouth and tongue. She moaned against Branwen's folds, sliding her tongue into her sister's hot depths, tasting the salty arousal. She knew she was doing something right when Branwen grasped Regan's hair, pulling her in close, hips thrusting against her mouth.

Branwen bit her lip and toyed with her nipple, issuing a muffled whimper of pleasure. Every lick sent a wave of sensation running up and down her spine, all focused on her sex and aching clit. She couldn't help but moan at Regan's touch; this was a singularly new experience for her, and one she didn't expect. Certainly not from Regan, of all partners.

With Branwen dancing to her tongue, Regan nearly purred with delight. Her strokes varied in length and intensity, each one meant to drive Branwen closer to ecstasy. She brought her hand down, caressing her sister's sex, and gently inserted two fingers into Branwen, hooking them up and pressing against the hidden sponge of her g-spot. Lick.

"G-goddess fuck!" Branwen tossed her head back and shuddered, her toes curling inward. She grabbed at Regan's hair and grabbed at the sheets beneath her, breast forgotten.

Another lick, dangerously close to Branwen's clit. Regan's fingers gently thrusting into her sister's sex, increasing in tempo. Regan's focus wholly on the task at hand, encouraged by her sister's mewlings and squirming.

"Please." Branwen could barely get out a single word in between pants and moans, on the edge of climax.

Regan circled closer and closer, then stopped.

Branwen whimpered, "Why did you - "

Regan smiled innocently, then went in for the final blow, taking one decisive lick of Branwen's clit while thrusting her fingers into her sister's pussy, hooking up against her g-spot.

Branwen climaxed. Colors exploded in her vision, and she arched her back, giving a long, low shuddering moan. She writhed helplessly on the bed as her orgasm peaked, her hot feminine cum splashing onto Regan's face.

The younger sister gasped in surprise, and pressed her mouth against Branwen's pussy, lapping at the hot, salty fluid coating her sex, each lick sending another shiver through Branwen.

The elder sister issued one final moan, and collapsed against the bed, panting heavily, covered in sweat, her mind reeling from the intensity of her orgasm. She couldn't move, nor did she want to.

Regan slowly removed herself from Branwen's nethers, and climbed on top of her, kissing her sister gently, lovingly, smiling the whole time. "Your sweet little sister has a few tricks of her own," she teased, relaxing against Branwen.

"Hnnng..." Branwen could only pull Regan into an embrace, and quickly pulled the covers over the two, a chill running through her as her afterglow ebbed and waned. They cuddled together under the covers, relaxing, enjoying each others' presence.

"We'll have to do this more often."

"Uh-huh..."

THE END?

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