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Brynna shrugged awkwardly. "I don't really know any. And I'm not likely to. So it's kinda a moot point."
"You'll have to deal with them when you get out in the real world, honey. When you're working, you have to deal with your co-workers."
"Yes, but that's... a different level," Brynna said. "Besides, if you don't expect too much of people, then when they do nice things, it's a pleasant surprise. Um... the waffles are burning."
"Oh!" Her mother jumped and rushed back to the counter, hurriedly getting the waffles out onto a plate. "They're okay. Go wake your sister up, honey."
"Sure." Brynna turned, pausing in front of the door, to make sure her cheeks were dry and try to smooth back her mop of curls without much success, then went in to check on Siobhan.
Her sister was sprawled out on her face, legs spread, the sleep-shirt having ridden up well above her waist.
"Yeah. C'mon, wake up enough to talk to me, this is important," Brynna said. "Do I hafta tickle you?"
"That's better. Okay. I'll fill you in on the details later, but for now, here's the short version," Brynna said. "Mom's jerkwad manager fired her this morning. But it's okay... because Anne's father happened to be here when she got home, and owns the company. He's going to give her a shot at jerkwad's job."
"Wait. Whoa. Why did he do that?" Siobhan said, shaking her head. "I mean, he shows up to tell you to stay away from his daughter, and then offers Mom a better job? That doesn't make sense." She rubbed her eyes.
Brynna sighed. "That's not what happened, but what happened made even less sense, trust me. He... I... It was weird," Brynna said, shaking her head. "But he doesn't want me to stay away from her. And as far as Mom knows, she's my girlfriend, okay?"
"Yeah. That was my reaction, too. Then he and Mom got all cozy, he revealed he owned the company, and I... uh..." Brynna blushed. "Kinda lost my temper and stomped off, came back to bed. Mom told me about the job when I woke up. He's... going to make her the manager, if..." She looked away, avoiding Siobhan's eyes. "If she can stop drinking."
"She said he just... knew," Brynna said, still not looking at her. "That he told her she could take some time, the company would pay for counseling, everything."
"I didn't mean to, I just... It's been a long week. And I was tired. And she didn't seem to be getting it." Brynna sighed. "I feel bad about it, but... at least now I think she understands, even if it wasn't any of my business to act that way."
Brynna shrugged. "Maybe. But it wasn't my place to tell her so. People have to make their own choices. Anyway... however she got there, she's decided to do it. It's probably going to be... pretty rough. We'll have to be supportive. Careful not to let anything be too stressful."
"Girlfriends," she said firmly. "If anything. I mean, I haven't talked to Anne yet, even. And she seems okay with that. I'll just... keep things private. If there's anything to keep private, I mean."
"Yeah, right," Siobhan said, rolling her eyes. "Like you're going to be able to tell Anne no. Please."
"So far: no bondage, except maybe easy to get out of, no broken skin, no group sex, but Mom came home before he could finish telling me about them. I'm betting no whipping, no... um... really kinky things, no humiliation, and no penetration, too," Brynna said.
"That still leaves you a lot of room," Siobhan said. "And... look, if she looked up at me with those big, sad eyes... I'd do her on the living room floor in front of God'n'everyone. You really think you won't?"
Brynna flushed. "Cut me some slack here, I'm trying! And... and this is important. If things have to, um, chill for a while so that Mom can get her act together, well... that's just what I'll have to do. There are more important things in life than sex."
"Anyway. C'mon and have food. I just wanted to fill you in so that we didn't, you know, get our stories mixed up."
Brynna argued strongly against calling Anne and inviting her for dinner. She restated her own uncertainty as to their status and Anne's father's approval. She told her mother she wasn't comfortable with the relationship yet. She even suggested, in near desperation, that perhaps it wouldn't be a good example for Siobhan. But Angie insisted. She wanted to meet her daughter's girlfriend, and nothing could change her mind.
Finally, Brynna was relieved to remember the one thing that would save her. "I don't have her number," she said. "Things happened so fast, it just never came up. Sorry."
"That's okay," Angie said. "Paul gave me his number, in case I needed to get a hold of him. You can call him and get her number."
Brynna gritted her teeth, but managed to contain the swearing to mental only. She sighed. "All right. I'll call. But they might already have plans, you know."
Brynna wondered how much it cost to have your teeth capped these days. "Okay. That's... fine." She stalked off to find the phone, resisting the urge to mutter under her breath.
Maybe he won't answer, she thought as she dialed. Don't answer, 'Paul'. What's with the first name basis thing, anyway?
"Um, yeah, actually. We didn't actually finish this morning," she said. "And... um... Mom wanted me to ask Anne over for dinner. I tried to tell her I wasn't sure what our... uh... 'status' was, or that you would really approve of that, but she's being stubborn."
"No, not really," Brynna said. "I mean there's a lot of things... Well, I wouldn't want to go into it on the phone, but... um. Just so that we're all clean on the rules, how about you write them down, so that she can see them, too, and send them with her? I mean, when she does see me again, not that she has to tonight."
"Please. For my sake, and so that I have something to show her, be specific. I mean... type it and don't, for gods sake, sign it or anything, but just... be specific. Or at least tell her all the particulars, so that she'll know and can tell me."
"That's it," he said. "No permanent damage. No piercing, no cutting, no sharing her around indiscriminantly."
"But... I... that's not enough," she said weakly. "I mean there's so much... think about it. You know there is. I mean, you don't want her coming home all bruised up, right? And there's a ton of emotionally dangerous stuff that wouldn't even leave a mark."
"I certainly expect you to be responsible," he said. "But if she's anything like her mother, she won't object to marks. Just keep them where they won't show, please."
"Probably not," Paul said. "This is new, and exciting, and she's probably going to be like a kid in a candy store. So you need to be ready in case something goes wrong, and she discovers in the middle that she can't handle it."
Brynna rubbed her forehead. "I just... I'm having a hard time with this. Um. What do you want me to tell Mom?"
"Well, I don't think Anne has anything planned for tonight," he said. "So why don't you ask her if she wants to come over?"
She sighed. "I know. But... I keep thinking you really ought not be. I keep feeling guilty about it, and I guess... I guess I was kinda counting on you to save her from me," she admitted quietly.
"I know. And I told her I'd trust your judgment," she said. "I promised. So I should. But the whole thing is just too bizarre. It'll take me a while to get used to it."
She nodded, then blushed more when she realized it. "Um. Yes," she said, out loud this time. "Got it."
"Good. Um. Your father sort of... talked to my mother," Brynna said. "And she's home today and would... well, she'd like to meet you. You don't have to, if you don't want, but I promised I'd ask."
"He didn't tell her anything... unusual," Brynna said hurriedly. "Don't worry about that. Just that we were... together."
"What's wrong?" Brynna asked. "It's a little weird, but I thought you didn't mind people knowing..."
"It's not that. It's just... your mother. Did she know you were..." Anne hesitated. "Interested in girls?"
"Oh, that!" Brynna laughed. "No, but she was relieved, like I said she would be. That's not a problem."
Brynna stared at the phone with a bemused smile for a second, before hanging it up and going to tell her mother she'd succeeded.
"Um. I'm not sure," Brynna admitted. "She left right away, so I guess it depends on how far away she is."
Her mother shook her head. "Not at all. I'm just a little amused." She raised an eyebrow. "She going home tonight?"
"She's your first, isn't she?" her mother asked, a flash of pain crossing her face. "God. I shouldn't have to ask."
"I... I..." Brynna looked at the floor, her face bright red. "I was never interested. I mean, I didn't bother looking at girls because I thought I wanted a guy. I figured, when I was ready, I'd actually start finding them attractive."
"So now you have a girlfriend, and all those hormones are driving you crazy, and it's a little bit scary, isn't it?" her mother said sympathetically.
"That's just about the biggest understatement I've ever heard," Brynna said fervently. "But I don't want to do anything that might hurt her."
Her mother raised a skeptical eyebrow. "If she's really interested in you, honey, what you want will be important to her."
"You have no idea how important," Brynna said. "I'm more worried that she'd do something she didn't want because she thought I wanted it."
"It's okay. I can take care of it. It's just all so... so weird," Brynna said. "I'm just not used to it yet." She smiled, shrugging. "I guess I don't handle change very well."
"Erm, no. I think that's just the way I am," Brynna said. "I like things... orderly. Organized. Predictable. It just makes life easier that way. If it were you, then Siobhan would be the same way, and have you seen her room lately?"
Her mother shook her head. "I can handle it. You just have fun with your girlfriend." She raised a finger. "But if clothes start coming off, I want your door closed!"
"Good enough," her mother said. "I'm not asking you not to do anything. I'm just saying close the door."
Brynna jumped at the knock and then hurried to the door, slowing down after a couple of steps when she realized she was nearly running. She took a deep breath, then opened it.
Brynna squeezed her hand and shut the door. "It's okay, honey. Remember, she's glad I don't want a guy. So you did her a favor, see?"
"I said I'm not going to bite your head off. Relax. I just wanted to meet my daughter's girlfriend." She smiled. "I'd have to say she's got good taste."
Angie looked at Anne, then at Brynna, and waved a hand. "Go on and neck until supper's ready. That ought to relax you."
She led her down the hall to her room and closed the door behind them with a sigh of relief. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Brynna sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard and stretching her feet out. "Well then, I'd say we're pretty much even, after the visit your dad payed me this morning.
Anne stood there, unsure what to do with herself. "But Dad didn't want me to, he was just willing to let me make my own decision. She was... was...."
"Really relieved that I'm not going to be doing something that'll get me pregnant," Brynna finished for her.
Brynna slid her arm around Anne's waist and pulled her close. "So. Did he tell you what he told me?"
"Would you have got a different reaction if I'd sent you to your mother, instead?" Brynna asked curiously.
Anne hesitated. "No. But it might have taken longer, because she'd have had to ask him what to say."
"No." Anne smiled angelically. "To be honest, I wasn't certain that it was something they were consciously aware of until just now."
Brynna frowned sharply. "Do you really think it's appropriate for you to bait me and fish for details about your parents' life like that?"
Anne blinked, then shook her head. "Oh, no. I meant until I talked to Dad last night. Not just now just now."
"You shouldn't have to. I should trust you not to manipulate me," Brynna said. "But... I'm really not used to this sort of thing. It's going to take me some time."
"Because it's easy for me," she said. "I do it all the time, with my parents. I... I'm not sure I won't do it with you. I know I shouldn't, but... it's a habit."
"Why is it a habit? Do you feel like you won't get what you want unless you do?" Brynna asked. "Do you feel like you have to hide what you want, and so can't ask for it directly?"
Anne shook her head. "It's a matter of... my parents have this tendency to be over-protective. Or they did, anyway. I think I've mostly broken them of it. But... well, they wanted me to have a tutor, or at least go to a private school. So I had to convince them it would be better for me to go to a public school, and make it seem like their idea."
Anne shook her head. "No," she said quietly. "I've done it... more than once. Usually for important things. It's just... easier."
"I won't tolerate being manipulated," Brynna said softly. "I'll try my best to give you everything you need, but I want you to tell me when you want something, not try and trick me into it. Something like... like acting up to earn a spanking would make me very angry with you."
"If we're going to do this, you have to want to obey my rules," Brynna said. "So much so, that when you break one, you don't try to hide it, but instead come to me for correction, so that getting away with it doesn't provide any reinforcement of bad behaviour."
Brynna turned partially on her side and wrapped her other arm around Anne, too. "This isn't going to be easy. We're both new at this. And there are big differences between fantasy and reality," she said, smiling down at her. "But... if we both want it enough to work for it, we can do it. If you trust me enough to ask for what you need, I'll trust you enough to give it to you, even if it's hard for me to understand."
Brynna brushed her lips against Anne's hair. "You'll have to tell me how to help you. Trust me with what really works. You understand that?"
"I didn't expect this. At all," Brynna said. "I expected... well, not this! He really didn't tell you anything?"
Brynna sighed. "Probably. Well I guess the important thing is that there are limits to this. He... didn't set many. Way less than I would have expected, actually. A bit less than I'm comfortable with, to be honest. Are you going to be okay with that?"
"I want to make sure you get what you need," Brynna said. "But at the same time, I don't want you to get hurt. So... what do you need? What is it that you're... craving... out of this?"
Anne hesitated. "That's... complicated," she said. "I've been thinking about it. A lot. And it's hard to put into words. Or maybe it isn't. I want you to... possess me. Take me, completely."
"In every way," Anne said. "What I want... if you want it from me, take it. If you want to do it to me, do it. If you want me to do it, make me."
"It feels... good. Alive," Anne said. "I'm... I'm not sure it's something that can be put into words."
Brynna shivered again, her arms tightening around the girl. "That's... pretty extreme. And the idea is a bit... unnerving, no matter how tempting. I can only do this because I believe that it's what you want, what you need. I need to know you're going to be safe. So I want a promise from you before we do anything."
"I want you to be happy. I want this to... to give you something, not take something away. So I want you to promise me if it's harming you, taking things from you, you'll tell me. Trust that I want you to be as happy and fulfilled as you can be, and if you're not, then I'm not accomplishing my goal, and I want to know about it."
Brynna smiled. "I know you can, pet. Now promise me you will. No holding back because you think things will get better with time, or because "it's not that bad" and you don't want to hurt my feelings."
"Then I think we can make this work," Brynna said. "And you can be my sweet, sexy, little slave-girl. Is that what you want?"
Brynna smiled, reaching out and cupping her cheek. "Such a good girl. So sweet and eager to please. Your birthday's tomorrow, right, pet?" she asked, as she ran her hand down to the neck of Anne's shirt, playing idly with the top button.
"So what would my pet like for her birthday?" Brynna undid the top button, running her fingers in little circles on the smooth skin.
"You want me to use you, then?" Brynna asked softly. "Use your sweet little body?" She moved down a button. "How? Tell me how my little slut needs to be used."
Anne licked her lips again. "An-any way you want to. Every way you want to. I..." She looked away. "I don't even know all the ways you can. I thought I did, but what you did to me... I'd never dreamed of it. And I don't know what else I don't know. Th-that's what I want you to do to me. Things I've never even dreamed of. Make me do them. Make me want them. M-make me beg for them."
Brynna finished with the button and spread the collar of the shirt open. Just the very tops of Anne's little breasts showed, and she ran her nails lightly across them. "Open the shirt the rest of the way," she whispered. "Display yourself for me."
Brynna held her breath as the lacy white bra came into view. It was the same bit of lace Anne had been wearing the day she'd come upon her in the bathroom. Brynna ran her finger along the upper edge of one of the soft cups. "My sweet little virgin... Sit up."
Brynna leaned behind her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck as she unfastened the bra. "There. Such a pretty thing. We'll have to make sure you have a few pretty ones like this, for the few times I'm going to let you wear them once you're well. Take it off now."
Brynna's breath caught in her throat as she stared at Anne's tiny breasts, with the little jeweled gold bars flashing in the nipples. "So lovely," she whispered. "I can't wait until I can suck on them, lick them, bite them." She bent and nuzzled the side of Anne's breast.
Brynna pulled back, gently but firmly. "I've wanted to touch you so badly. Your skin is so soft. So... tender. Lay down."
Brynna ran her hand all around the little breasts, her touch feather-light, just brushing the very edges of the pink aerolas as she licked her lips and stared at them hungrily. "You're mine," she whispered. "Mine." She leaned over and kissed her savagely, forcing Anne's lips open with her own.
Anne responded hungrily kissing Brynna back, pushing her breasts forward as her hands formed fists in the bed-covers and she whimpered.
Brynna drew back, nipping at Anne's lips with her teeth. "Hungry little slut..." Her hand trailed down, across the pale, soft skin of the girl's stomach, fingers playing around the little navel. "You want it, don't you? You want everything I'm going to do to you?" Her eyes were hot as she lowered her head and nibbled along the side of Anne's neck. "You want every filthy, nasty, perverted thing I'm going to make you do, don't you?" she whispered against the little ear.
"Please what, pet?" Brynna smiled against her hair. "You have to be specific." Her fingers were sliding back and forth along the waistband of Anne's skirt.
Brynna shuddered. "I intend to. Thoroughly." She ran her hand down over Anne's skirt, over the material and onto her knee. "Is your cunt wet, little slut?" she asked hoarsely.
Brynna sat up, pulling hands and lips away abruptly as she got up on her knees and stared down at her. "Show me. Expose yourself. Show me what a shameless little whore you are."
Anne reached down to her skirt with a shaking hand, pulling it up and revealing her wet, hairless cunt. "Yours, Mistress." She pulled her legs up and back, exposing herself obscenely. "Yours."
Brynna groaned, squeezing her legs together. "No panties, little slut? You came over here just like that?"
"Did it turn you on, my slut?" Brynna asked. "Did it excite you to think that you might slip, or the wind might blow, and someone might see your wet little pussy?"
"You realize they'd know, don't you pet? If they saw those wet, swollen lips, saw how sticky your pretty thighs were, they'd know you didn't leave your panties off by accident. They'd know just what a hungry little slut you are. They'd know just exactly why you left off your panties, wouldn't they?"
"Oh god..." Brynna closed her eyes and shivered hard. "W-we'll see, pet. It'll be a while before we can get anyone to do that legally. And I wouldn't trust anyone who'd do it illegally. Not with you. Not with my precious little slut."
Brynna pictured it— the old fashioned way, with ink and hollow needle— and shivered again, but was hesitant to commit to it just yet. "We'll see, pet," she said again. "I'd have to do some research, see if it could cause any problems with your health. I won't promise right now. But if it can be done safely... we'll see. Now... how far back can you pull your legs?"
Anne wrapped both arms around her knees, pulling her legs up, and back, and back, and back... until her knees were resting on the bed behind her shoulders, and her shins and the tops of her feet were flat against the bed-covers.
"Oh holy fuck," Brynna whispered in awe. "Wow. G-good girl. Oh fuck yes, good girl. Good, good, double-jointed girl..." She ran her nails lightly down the back of one thigh.
Anne twitched, her stomach tightening, and Brynna could see the little cunt lips draw in and then fall apart, as if winking at her. She moaned. "Don't move, slut, stay just like that."
Brynna crawled down on the bed, wriggling around until she was on her hands and knees, kneeling just above her cunt. She looked up between Anne's spread legs, at her calm, content expression, and had the rather disconcerting thought that nothing could disturb that contentment, not even if she fetched her mother and sister in to watch. She turned her head and kissed the inside of one soft, creamy white thigh, just above where it was wet and shiny.
Anne gasped, her cunt lips twitching again, and the movement of her chest showed off the way her hard nipples held the barbell completely away from her skin.
Reaching up and smacking the outside of Anne's thigh firmly, Brynna said, "I asked you a question, slut. I expect you to answer me when I do!"
"I want to come, Mistress! Please!" Anne whimpered again, opening her eyes and looking at Brynna pleadingly.
She'd intended to make her wait. She really had. This was just supposed to be a bit of playing around, just to tease her into being incoherent with lust by the time they did finally have time to go all the way, but... Her little pussy looked so sweet, all bare and twitching like that. Brynna wondered in passing if she shaved, or if she just hadn't grown hair there yet. Whatever the reason, the soft, smooth skin was so tempting, and... and it was hers. She could kiss and lick it if she wanted. Or she could leave it wet and aching, too. Either way, it was her choice, and that knowledge had her so turned on she felt dizzy. "Beg," she whispered. "Beg for it, slut. Convince me to lick your little cunt."
Brynna growled and nipped at Anne's inner thigh, down close to her cunt. Her tongue flicked out, licking at the sticky wetness smeared across the skin. "Beg. I want to taste you. Show me you deserve it."
Anne whimpered, unintelligible pleading noises coming from her mouth, her hands opening and closing helplessly.
Brynna turned her head slightly and blew across Anne's clit. "You can do it," she coaxed. "Beg for it. Tell me how much you want me to lick that sweet little pussy."
The smaller girl whimpered again, her cunt twitching repetitively, finally managing, "Pleeeeeaaaase!"
Brynna smiled. "Close enough, this time," she said, then lowered her head and fastened her mouth around Anne's clit, pressing her tongue against it and sucking gently.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Anne convulsed, coming immediately, her muscles tensing, but her knees and feet never left the bed behind her. "Aaaaaaah! Please, yes, please, please please!"
Brynna kept her mouth pressed against the slick little cunt, lapping at it, and shoved a hand down the front of her shorts. It was just too much, too hot, she had to come or she'd die. Her fingers moved frantically against her clit as she wrapped her other arm around Anne's hips, lifting her and pressing her against her mouth.
Anne screamed again, loudly, her cunt dripping wet against Brynna's mouth, shudders rolling over her body one after another, each time Brynna's tongue licked across her clit.
Brynna groaned against Anne's cunt, and her hips jerked spasmodically, grinding her own cunt against her fingers as she came, hard, her whole body stiffening and locking. She lapped again, and Anne came again, the wet little clit twitching under her tongue. Brynna jerked, her legs straightening hard, and fell against the bed, burying her face between Anne's spread legs. She shuddered, writhing, then licked one last time— a long, lingering stroke from bottom to top that drew a shrill scream— before placing a kiss on the inside of Anne's thigh and crawling up to collapse beside her.
Anne continued to shudder as aftershocks ran through her, a high-pitched moan coming from her with each one.
Brynna reached for her, carefully unfolding the girl's legs and rolling her onto her side. She pulled Anne into her arms, then, and half on top of her, and kissed her hard.
Rolling over onto her back, Brynna took Anne with her, pulling her the rest of the way on top of her and curling a leg up over the backs of the girl's knees. She kissed her thoroughly, her tongue exploring every bit of her mouth, feeding Anne the taste of her own cunt.
With a moan, Anne licked around Brynna's lips, tasting herself, and she pushed a knee against Brynna's cunt. "Please, Mistress," she begged.
Brynna groaned, tempted despite just having come. She glanced at the clock... there was still plenty of time. She licked her lips. "You want to lick my cunt? You want to be my little cunt licking slut, then? Is that what you want to be? Tell me!"
"Please, Mistress, please! Let me lick you, let me be your slut, please, I want to taste you, please please pleasepleaseplease!"
Brynna groaned again, moving against Anne's knee. "All right then, little whore. Get in the floor! On your knees. And take off that skirt... I want to see your cunt dripping on the floor."
Anne scrambled off the bed, yanking her skirt down so fast that it tore along the seam. "Yes, Mistress!"
Brynna sat up and slid to the edge of the bed and shoved the shorts down and off, kicking them away. She spread her legs, one foot up on the mattress by her hips, the other flat on the floor, and reached for Anne. She grabbed the girl by the hair, wrapping it tight around her hand, and shoved her face down between her legs. "Lick!"
Anne licked. Desperately, as if starving for the taste of Brynna's cunt, one hand sliding back between her legs.
Brynna moaned, shoving up against the eager little mouth. "Oh fuck yes. Oh... oh god! Good, good... so good. Do it, slut! Lick it, taste me... shove your little tongue up my cunt like a proper pussy eating whore! Look at you... shameless little slut, playing with your hungry little cunt... do it. Come while I fuck your face, while I come all over your mouth... Show me what a good slut you are, how bad you want it... Oooooh fuck!"
She twisted her hand in Anne's hair, tightening until she heard her whimper, then groaned. Using the hair as a handle, she rubbed the girl's face against her cunt as her hips ground against the bed. Anne squealed, and Brynna saw her hand freeze for a moment while she shook, coming again. "Oh fuck yes! Do it!" Brynna clenched her jaw against a scream, so close to the edge of coming it hurt. Anne's hand started moving against her little naked cunt again, and she whimpered. Brynna could see that she was wet nearly to her knees. "AH!" She shuddered, pressing Anne's face hard against her cunt. "Fuck! There! Lick it right... there... slut... oh fuck! OH!" She bucked, and wrapped a leg around Anne's head as she came, her face flushed nearly purple, her teeth biting her lip so hard, in the effort not to scream, that she drew blood, and a short, sharp squeal still escaped her.
Brynna thrashed, and some part of her wondered if one's heart could simply burst from coming too hard, but she didn't care, not really. The sensations that ripped through her were well worth dying for, and they seemed to go on, and on, and on... until finally, it was just too much, too intense, and she squealed again, yanking the girl's head away as she slid into the floor with a thump, her legs spread to either side with Anne in between.
Brynna pulled her up, kissing her hard, sucking on the little tongue, and let her come one more time.
Anne didn't seem to be inclined to stop at once more, though... her little fingers just kept working, and she kept whimpering and... and it was so damned cute. Cute, and hot as hell, Brynna thought, as she used her handful of hair to turn the girl's face so she could lick the sticky juices off of her cheek. I'll just let her come until she stops on her own.
Anne came again, and then again, before finally collapsing bonelessly into Brynna's arms, burying her head against the older girl's chest.
Brynna gathered her up, curling her own legs up beneath them and lifting Anne so that she was in her lap, rather than on the floor, and cradled her like a baby, rocking her, stroking her hair, kissing her sweaty forehead.
"Oh... god... oh god... oh god...." Anne shuddered again, looking up at Brynna with awe and worship in her eyes. "Oh god."
Brynna shook her head. "Not right this instant, pet. I don't think I could handle any more right now. But don't worry... you're going to be doing that a lot."
Brynna smiled. She had no idea how many times Anne had come, but it was more than a dozen. Probably not as much as twenty. It was... impressive. So she kissed her again, just because. "My hungry little slut... you're a mess you know," she said, referring to Anne's sticky face and wet thighs. "Of course, I'm not much better off right now."
Brynna shuddered. "Bad idea. Because then I'd want to come. And if I did that... I just might die. I've got a better idea. How about you slip back into your clothes and run across the hall to the bathroom and start the shower, and I'll join you in just a minute or so when I find my own clothes."
Smiling at the girl's dreamy, not even vaguely all there right now expression, Brynna asked, "You didn't ask?"
Brynna stared at her for a moment, then kissed her— long, gentle, and sweet. "We'll get cleaned up, and then you can call and ask," she said.
Brynna gathered up their clothes, then led Anne to the door. She put a finger over her lips, "Shh..." and opened the door a crack to peek out.
There was nobody in sight, and she couldn't hear anyone coming, so she decided to risk it. She motioned for Anne to follow, then dashed across the hall, stumbling briefly and blushing bright red when, halfway across, she heard a soft moaning coming from Siobhan's room. She kept going, though, and pulled Anne into the bathroom with her, making sure her bedroom door was closed before closing the bathroom door and locking it behind them.
"Of course not. I don't care who knows that I'm your slut. Especially not your sister." Anne looked at her. "That reminds me. I wanted to ask, did she figure out what I was trying to tell her yesterday?"
Brynna sighed and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to give herself time to think. Finally she stood up and took Anne's hand, leading her into the tub. "Maybe," she said at last. "It made for an... awkward situation."
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I just... she was jealous. And I didn't want her to think I would come between you!"
"Yes, but... that was... only once and a long time ago," Brynna said. "I mean, everyone experiments a bit, that doesn't mean that there's anything... ongoing. And it was very... awkward."
"But... she obviously wanted there to be," Anne said. "She was very upset that there wasn't. And I didn't see anything that indicated you objected for any reason other than guilt."
Brynna flipped on the shower and stepped beneath the spray, closing her eyes for a moment, still frowning. "My objections, and the reasons for them, and your conjecture about those reasons, are my business."
Brynna looked down at her. Anne's eyes were big, and resembled those of a well-meaning puppy who'd protected her owner by savagely attacking their couch. She didn't mean to hurt anything, and she didn't really understand, but if Brynna said she was bad, then she'd accept that without argument. It was such a woebegone expression, so solemn and sweet, that the last of Brynna's irritation melted like ice in the hot water. "Ah hell... c'mere baby." She held out her arms.