Who watches the witchers?

It is not easy sleeping with someone when you’re used to being alone for so long. I'm not complaining but the same, costume party turned orgy, day I confessed to Sara that I was in love with her, she all but moved into my room.

Not in the traditional sense, her stuff was still in her room at her house. She sneaked into my room through my second story window each night. I would have thought she would want at least a couple of nights to herself. I know now, I should have known better.

We had been sleeping together for almost 5 weeks. It was early December and a few feet of snow covered the ground as far as the eye could see. Looking down at her I can't help but smile. She is so vibrant. Still glowing from the orgasm she had with me before we fell asleep in this embrace.

I kissed her gently on the forehead and tried to unlock us but she stiffened her muscles tightening her grip on my thighs and wrists. I sighed and she started that sweet earthy giggle of hers. My sultry little brat of a lover is really already awake.

I nibble on her neck before whispering in her ear.

"Please Sara. I need to pee."

"Mmm so pee then. . ." She replied with a wickedly alluring voice.

"I'm not going to pee on you pervert girl. Now please let me up!"

"You creamed in my mouth last night luv, A LOT. I think I can handle your pee on my thigh. But, I know your limits." She sighed as she loosened her body grip, rolling onto her back.

"You know; to leave our bed, you must pay the toll!"

I swallowed as I knelt beside her trying to control my bladder muscles. I REALLY had to go yet I could not say no to her. That is an example of how much I had fallen for her.

"Of course Milady!" I responded weakly as I bent over her and sucked her belly button before I kissed my way down to her aroused sex. Licking her outer lips apart, I nibbled and kissed her clitoris. It immediately began to swell as she moaned in restrained pleasure.

"Very good lover, you may go for now."

"Thank you milady!" I answered as I stumbled off of the bed and hurried into my own bathroom.

I'm not sure how she became the naughty mistress and I turned into her sex slave. I do recall that I was VERY okay with it though. She had wanted me and waited patiently for so long that on some level I believed I really owed her something. As it turned out though, my pleasurable torment on that morning was not yet over.

Just as I began to sit on the toilet I was roughly spun and pushed forward toward the back wall. Her hands held me in place and dragged me down straddling the seat backwards. The next thing I knew she had a pair of my sister Stephanie’s fuzzy cuffs on me and I was secured in place hugging the toilet tank. My naked body was chilled to shivering on the cold porcelain.

"Sara. No. What are you doing?" I seriously pleaded as panic began.

"I told you to pee Carly. So, pee for me!"

"No! This is not funny! Stop this and let me free!" I continued my protest but I was only rewarded with hard spankings on my very exposed buttocks.

Next she pressed herself against me and I felt her breasts against my back. The pit of my stomach began to ache as I started to release my bladder while she aroused my body.

"NO!" I cried out much louder than I imagined I should as my warm urine cascaded from me splashing against my belly and thighs. In a few moments it was over and I came back to myself with her teeth roughly biting into my shoulder blade.

"Thank me! Or I’m not un-cuffing you!" She whispered hotly into my ear.

"Thank you Milady!" I breathed heavily. "I'm always happy to please you.

"Your welcome." She sighed as she began to grind her vagina onto my ass cheeks.

She quickly found a comfortable rhythm. Soon I could feel her growing warmth spreading on my ass in contrast to the cold of the toilet. I could not believe my best friend and lover was humping my ass this way and getting off on it.

She started to tremble and I knew she was close.

"Ooh Sara..." I dreamily exclaimed as she orgasmed hard on my ass. She pounded her fists onto my back as wave after wave of sensual delight rippled through her body.

She undid the cuffs letting them fall to the tile floor with a clank and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Slick from her cum on my butt and sticky from pee on my thighs, she pulled me head first back into the bedroom and shoved me onto my back on the bed.

Lifting one of my legs onto her shoulders she pressed her pussy lips onto mine. I could not stop my own reaction even if I wanted to, and I didn't want to, as I began grinding my hips in time with hers.

Our clitorises kissed each other as our tender folds did a forbidden dance. In seconds we were soaked and melting together in the friction of complete female on female sex. The rapture transmitting from the painful sting of my piss coated thighs, radiating deep inside my aching vagina. My pelvic musles contracted from the pressure of her body weight, making me dizzy from the intensity of her sheer passion for having me at her erotic mercy.

We had been screwing this way the past couple of weeks after my sister had told us how. The gift she gave us turned out to be a 3 foot long, thick, double headed dildo. Sara and I had not used it yet. Okay I admit it, we were afraid. That thing is a monster. We decided to get in plenty of no-toy practice first.

She watched intently as my DD breasts swayed from the pulsing motions of her humping my spread open cuny. All I could do was pinch my own nipples to bring a little pain that might help to center my dizzy mind. Within a few strained moans between hot breaths, she reached her tumultuous orgasm.

I marveled in awe at her powerful release. She placed her hands in her hair and arched her back swaying her hips like a belly dancer. Her cream flooded from her as she gyrated on me. The heat was unbearable for me. I gasped and let out a series of tortured moans and half-screams.

I could feel my self relaxing on the inside while I began to convulse on the outside.

“SARA!!!!” I called to her as she collapsed onto me. My own orgasm made me scream from its reckless lack of control. Only her mouth on my own kept from waking the whole county. Of course, that sentiment was in vain.

As I looked at us in my vanity mirror, I saw the horror of my most awful waking nightmare come to reality. My door was cracked open and I could clearly see the outline of someone standing there watching. This time it could not be one of Sara’s sex crazed brothers. Oh, if only it could be.

My sister is at work and my father is out of town. I gulped down a surge of toxic adrenaline. That left only one person. Sara almost immediately felt something was wrong and looked me in the face. It must have spoken volumes because she looked back at the door as well.

Her whole body jumped as she made out the outline of the figure as well. Which suddenly broke off walking gingerly back down stairs.

“Oh no; oh no...” Was all she could say. At least she could still talk. I was well on my way to choosing the easy catatonic way out.

“I am so sorry Carly. Your mother is never awake this early.”

“I know. We got careless.” I nodded finding it increasingly difficult to breathe normally.

Somehow I managed to haul myself into a sitting position. Shaky as a leaf, Sara sat herself across from me.

“You should go home now…” I said barely out loud. “This is going to get very ugly and I know I'll get kicked out of the house...”

“NO!” She interrupted me suddenly. “You promised me Carly. You said if we commited to this relationship of ours, that we do it together. The good and the bad. Well; we have had plenty of good and I’m not going to turn my back on that. If you face your mother about us then we do it together.” I gave her a nice warm hug and kissed her forehead earning me the most wounded look I could possibly imagine on her face.

“I can’t let you do that...Sara.” I could only imagine the terrible events that would come to pass if Sara’s parents also knew what we two supposedly shy and demure daughters had been doing with each other.

She roughly grabbed my head and passionately kissed me hard on the lips.

“I’m my brothers' sister Carly. Just try and stop me!” I smiled to her as she winked at me. She was right of course, it runs in her family.

“Okay then. We umm better get started...” I nervously declared for no particular reason.

She took me by the hand and we both walked into the shower. After a good thorough rinsing off, we both put on one of my bathrobes and headed toward my door.

“Shouldn’t we get some clothes on first?” She asked me with the most adorable mixture of stalling and renewed feminine modesty possible.

“I think after what she just saw, nudity isn’t exactly going to be the primary issue hun.” She bravely smiled back at me tightening the belt tie at her waist.

We found her in the kitchen preparing a full pot of coffee. If she saw us enter she gave no indication of it as we slithered against the wall and sat at the breakfast nook.

We all sat in silence for about 5 minutes give or take 10 hours or so. Sara glanced over at me. She was pale enough to give Kimberly’s creamy white complexion serious competition.

My mother leaned against the counter. 5’6” and stunning. She had always been a house wife and never worked a hard day in her life. A woman of 47 with the fire and grace of a 21 year old. She had the beliefs and ideals however that belonged back in the 18th century. This was all going to result in casualties.

Without ever having acknowledged us, she took three mugs from the wall rack and filled each with hot coffee. Placing one if front of each of us, she sat down at the width of the breakfast table in the middle.

I don’t mind coffee, I started drinking right away. Sara does not like coffee and tried her best to smile about it.

“Well...” My mother stated aloud looking out the window between sips.

“...I must say that you two do put on a very good show.”

I sprayed the steaming beverage back into the mug as I considered the implications of her words. She clarified however pulling my mind back out of the gutter. I think it’s all the sex I have been getting lately.

“I want to know how long this intriguing little deception of yours has been going on.” She narrowed her eyes at me and I looked over at Sara who I was certain was about to faint.

“Since early last month.” I quickly replied. “We have been close for years mom, you know that but we have only been...” I hesitated.

“… Sleeping together these past few weeks.” She nodded slowly finishing my sentence.

“Is something wrong with my coffee dear?” She suddenly turned toward Sara who started to slide downward into her chair. I could easily see from her eyes that she was graying out. My poor Sara, she is not wired or trained for this at all. I slammed my mug onto the table with a thud snapping her back out of it.

“Sara doesn’t even like coffee mom, you know that.”

“Oh yes; of course. Forgive my manners.” She stuttered in a daze while getting up to go to the fridge. Returning with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice she placed it in front of Sara and sat back down still looking out the window.

It was exactly at that moment, that I considered the very real possibility that my mother might have seen a bit more than she could process. I looked back over at Sara who was downing the whole glass of juice at once.

“Exactly how much did you see in my room mom?” I stammered finally tired of the waiting. She exhaled slowly and looked back over at me.

“Oh... I saw enough to really have to think on it.” She smiled back at me again.

“Mostly; I saw that my daughter is her own woman now.” Then she smiled at Sara again and winked at her.

“A very lucky woman too who makes better decisions than a mother might expect sometimes.” She added.

“I don’t understand.” I shrugged.

“You’re an adult Carly. You don’t have to lie and sneak around behind my back. Your sister got that into her head long ago and now it’s your turn too I guess.”

Color flooded back into Sara’s cheeks as she dared to ask the inevitable question.

“You’re not mad?”

“Oh of course not dear... well not really anyway. Maybe just a little bit hurt I guess.” She took a few more sips of coffee before continuing. “I wasn’t born a mother you know I had a ‘Sara’ in my life once too.

Sara blushed an acute pastel shade while my mouth fell open.

“Well you both don’t have to be so shocked!” She laughed slightly.

“It was a long time before I met your father and things were very different for me back then.” As she said the word ‘father’ a pained look passed through her eyes. In spite of the last 20 minutes on this emotional roller coaster, I found myself getting right back on again. Fearing the worst I proceeded with caution.

“What has happened with dad?”

Grabbing the mug from in front of Sara, My mother pushed her empty one aside.

“Nothing.” She took a big gulp and looked down as I continued to stare at her.

“Nothing has happened for over a year.” She said in almost a whisper.

Sara went to refill her glass with more O.J.

“Meaning what exactly?” I pressed her.

“I don’t think your father wants me anymore.” She sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this.” With that she stood up and put her mug next to the sink before heading to her room.

“Are we still in trouble?” Sara asked taking her first calm drink of the morning. “I lost track of everything after your mom started drinking my coffee.”

“No; we’re not in trouble.” I stated plainly. “My parents are.”

“What kind of trouble?” she asked while grabbing a handful of my moms home made, fruit filled tea cookies.

“Hopefully the kind we can all help with.” I replied while we walked back up to my room.

Kim picked up on her cell phone and I informed her of an emergency coven meeting for 5:00 p.m I could not reach Jade, who according to her brother, was at the mall in the city. Something; about going gift shopping with Peter. The two of them had turned into quite the power couple since the aforementioned costume party in which they had first met… and ended up having oral sex. I guess sometimes something slightly different than lust can happen at a couples first strip poker game.

We drove over to Jades house. My sister was there of course, thankfully dressed for the time being anyway. They were naturally listening to the same deep saxophone and clarinet heavy jazz music that Stephanie had taken to listening to everyday since they had been seeing each other.

She grinned at me over the intrusion and I nodded back congenially. My sister in a committed relationship longer than her usual 5 dates was about as easy for me to stomach as the thought that our mother once had a fling with some other co-ed. I pushed it all into the back of my mind. I already had my heart nearly stopped once today, no sense in working up a stroke too.

Jades brother; I have no idea what his name is. I prefer to refer to him as ‘the guy my sister is feeding chocolate covered strawberries too, with her mouth. Ugh.’ Tossed me his sister’s cell and we headed back out the door.

“How are we even going to find her?”

“Easy!” I shrugged. “Just look for the only female in the mall, which clearly looks like she forgot her cell phone and is therefore suffocating without it.”

“Coven sister in distress! Step on it Carly!” She exclaimed giggling.

I tried to laugh with her but my head was a mess. An hour ago I was certain my mother was going to sterilize me and ship me off to a deserted island someplace for catching me in a lesbian relationship. Now I had just found out that my parents had not so much as touched each other intimately in over a year.

Just because I never want to see it doesn’t mean I want it to cease to exist. On the one hand I felt a huge swell of pity for my mother. She’s an older version of my sister when it comes to looks and I’m sure any man would find her desirable. On second thought though, I was a pathetic virgin as recently as early fall. Her and some year long dry spell can just go cry a river.

As one can imagine, my sympathies won out. Sara rested her head on my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck giving me goose bumps.

“Babe please, I’m trying to drive!” I protested feeling my loins moisten.

“Less talk more driving.” She commanded me pointing out the windshield with one hand while her other hand stole second base under my wool sweater.

“As you wish…Milady.” I gasped trying hard to focus on the road.

We arrived at the mall and took a breath of chilly winter air into our overly aroused bodies.

“Now if I was Jade, where would I be?” I asked nobody in general as we crossed the parking lot.