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This was not the first time twenty-nine-year-old Marseilles Ramada, the elder (and less irresponsible) of the two daughters of one of the richest men in America, had walked into her little sister Nevers's Manhattan bachelorette pad and been greeted by the sight of Nevers stark naked, with her natural blonde hair dyed yet another unnatural shade, taking at least one dick.
What was new was that Nevers – whose hair was somewhere between "mint" and "pistachio" today – was facing the door while she rode some long-haired prettyboy's rocket, and she was holding up a premium Pomme tablet in a bump case that Marseilles was pretty sure was a Suzeraine custom piece worth fifty to a hundred times the price of the tablet. The screen, like Nevers, was facing the door, and instead of, say, a camera view of Nevers, it was showing a swirling, shifting pattern of rainbow colours.
"Hi Mars!" called Nevers, rocking her hips slowly up and down. "Daddy texted me to say you were in the Big Apple and I guessed you'd be coming over unannounced to spoil my fun."
Marseilles rubbed at her temples as she watched the colours on the tablet. Something about it made her eyes sting and her teeth itch, but at the same time, she couldn't quite tear her gaze away. "Nevers, what's up with that tablet?"
"Oh, this app? It's great. It's going to stop you spoiling my fun. Why don't you take it, sit on the couch, and get a closer look so I can ride Severin here properly?"
Marseilles could justify walking over and taking the tablet to herself. Nevers would be less annoying if she was too busy riding a cock to get mouthy.
Walking over to the couch and sitting down to concentrate on the pretty colours? That was harder to justify. Or at least, she thought it was, until she did it.
The colours were amazing. The patterns were completely abstract, but as Marseilles focused on them, she found there was something downright erotic about them. It was almost like using a vibrator on minimum power, fully dressed, would be if using a vibrator on minimum power, fully dressed, wasn't completely missing the point.
Ignoring the panoply of increasingly loud and lewd sounds coming from her little sister, Marseilles stared deeper into the tablet. Her teeth still itched, but her eyes had stopped stinging, and she shifted the tablet to a one-handed grip so she'd have a free hand to do things with.
Things like rucking the hem of her chocolate-brown Castelli-Bruni dress all the way up to her waist, and slipping her hand down the front of her matching lace thong. Masturbating to the colours was a good way to enjoy them. Masturbating to the colours would make them more effective. Grimacing at the feel of stubble on her lower lips, she resolved to not let her shaving routine lapse just because she was taking six flights in seven days. If only getting waxed didn't fuck up her pussy for a week or more.
Rocking her fingers over her swollen, attention-craving clit, Marseilles stared deeper still into the colours. She knew something was profoundly wr—not as she would have wanted it earlier, but she didn't care about that. The colours were too arousing. The colours were invad—entering her mind and making her understand why there was nothing wrong at all with Nevers riding a man's cock right where anyone who walked in could see.
Marseilles had, much to her regret that she hadn't been the one responsible, heard Nevers come before. This time sounded exactly the same. She didn't need to look away from the tablet to know that Nevers's face would also look exactly the same. She wanted to be the one responsible for Nevers making that noise and pulling that face. God. The colours were making her ga—bi for her sister and it was seriously fucking hot. She didn't want to wait much longer to have sex with Nevers.
Marseilles curled two fingers up inside her cunt and started fucking herself. Nevers had never seen her come. She wanted to change that. She wanted to come right here in front of Nevers. She wanted Nevers to hear her come and see her come. She wanted Nevers to make her come, not just by showing her a weird, awesome hypnosis app on her tablet but by getting down there and licking and fingering.
She could feel the tension coiling inside. She was going to come. She was going to come and the colours would finish spreading into her mind and reframe her every thought and she'd finally, truly understand her little sister on a level she'd never managed and she wanted it.
She needed it.
It was right there.
Just a little more.
Her back arched and her toes curled and the world went away and there was nothing but the colours and
When she could focus again, the tablet had slipped from her grasp and she couldn't tell where the thoughts she was having by herself stopped and the ones the colours made began. No, that wasn't it. It was more that there wasn't a difference at all. The colours had reached every part of her mind. Even her oldest memories were tinged with them, putting an erotic slant on every interaction she'd ever had with Nevers.
"Hey, Never-Never," Marseilles called, digging up the old nickname Nevers had used when she was thirteen. She was a little hoarse. She must have screamed her head off from coming so hard.
"Hey, Mars." Nevers was walking towards the sofa, bow-legged, with one hand clapped over her pussy in what Marseilles knew couldn't be a gesture of modesty, because Nevers had transcended modesty. "The second best thing about Severin is that he's like Santa – when he comes, he fills your stockings."
Marseilles licked her lips, half nervously and half thirstily. "You're keeping it in, aren't you?"
"Yup. Get on your back."
Marseilles slid off the sofa onto the floor. She couldn't say why but it felt like the more fitting place for what she guessed Nevers had in mind.
Guessed correctly, it turned out, as Nevers dropped to her knees astride Marseilles's head. "Open wide, big sis."
Marseilles obeyed. It was natural to obey the woman who'd introduced her to the colours. She only had to wait a few seconds before Nevers pulled her hand away and planted her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy on her face.
The added note of Nevers's delicious pussy aside, Severin's cum tasted just like the small handful of other guys' loads the old Marseilles had thought herself unlucky to end up with in her mouth; the only difference was that the colours made her understand that that was a good flavour, that cum was naturally delicious.
Marseilles got right to work with her tongue. She'd only eaten pussy once before, on a dare at a college party, but now that she had her little sister's right there on top of her it would be rude not to.
"Oh yeah, Mars, that's it. Whoof. So, yeah, big loads are the second best thing about Severin. The best thing is, he'll, unf, do anything and anyone I tell him to, and, ahhh, he won't pull stupid fuck and tell stunts. Nobody outside this apartment will knoooooow you're eating his cum out of my twat."
Marseilles licked faster, taking careful note of which spots made her little sister gasp and groan.
"Fuck! Yes! Wanted this for years. Did you know my, oh god, yes, my first wet dream was... yes, yes, gonna come—" Nevers ground down hard, making it hard for Marseilles to breathe, but she didn't stop licking until Nevers rolled off of her. "Fuck. Yeah. First wet dream was you, big sis. Only difference is now I don't feel weird about it."
Marseilles wished the colours had been a thing back then. They'd wasted so much time. "So, uh, what next?"
"You get out of that dress without tearing it, we sixty-nine, and Severin fucks you stupid." Nevers grinned. "And next time we see Dad, we show him the colours so he won't spoil our fun."