To Have And Have Nothing update

Seeing Crystal in Johnny’s arms showed Medusa how wrong she had been. There had been any number of ways to deal with her lingering relationship with Johnny and retain that alliance, even to maintain the relationship itself. The true reason she had maneuvered her little sister together with her lover had been projection. Inside the redhead was a smoldering volcano of seething desire, and her lust as she watched the two mate had been the ominous smoke preceding an eruption.

She’d been aware of the tertiary benefit of driving Johnny and Crystal together—fulfilling her strange desire to watch her strapping boyfriend fuck the tawny blonde who was like an idealized, more innocent version of herself. But now she had learned of a deeper, rawer urge—to make passionate love to her own beautiful sister. To taste her silky flesh and lash her tongue deep into that tender cunt until she’d tasted the same honey she’d watched Johnny sate himself with so vicariously. To lick that plump little ass eagerly and finger Crystal with the exact slow, lascivious caresses that she had used to get herself off as she watched her two fantasies make love without her.

Medusa pictured it again in her mind, remembering Johnny’s touch on her own feverish skin, thinking of how Crystal must’ve felt as she was fucked at Medusa’s hand, on Medusa’s word, but not by Medusa herself…

She disrobed and dipped her hand between her legs. She rubbed her clit, fingered her pussy, both wet and warmly receptive, ready for either of the lovers she had promised her body with her fevered imaginings. Seething with need and discontent, Medusa drove herself to a frenzy, telling herself she would feel better after she came. But she could feel her frustration mounting every bit as much as her arousal did.

“Fff’lrn!” Crystal gasped, appearing in front of Medusa’s fluttering eyes the moment she focused them again. “I see you’re taking the break-up well.”

Too nervous to hear what Crystal had said, Medusa covered herself with the prehensile locks of her hair. “I thought you were with—“ She broke off, not wishing to bring up the subject of what she had ordered Crystal to do.

“Yes, my queen. It is done.” Crystal spoke with unseemly sarcasm, light and airy. “He’s sated. Very well sated. And so am I. But I thought you might be lacking in attention. I know you were fond of him—and even though it might be necessary, it pains you to go without him.”

Medusa’s face filled with surprise. She had never heard little Crystal talk like that.

“Don’t bother dressing,” Crystal said, authority in her voice. “And don’t bother with the vibrator anymore. You should let me do it. After all, who else have you trusted to fuck your boyfriend? Our boyfriend.”

Crystal came to where Medusa stood, walking with the same strange power she had just spoken so boldly with. She didn’t hesitate. She met Medusa squarely on the lips. It was so unexpected that her tongue was caressing Crystal’s before the queen could think to resist her. She tried not to join in, to think of some way out, but Crystal’s tongue filled her mouth. It was omnipresent, tangling with Medusa’s, stroking the inside of her mouth and infusing it with as much pleasure as Medusa would feel in the tender folds of her pussy.

Crystal moved her right hand through the hair that shielded Medusa’s flesh, seeking out her left breast. She stroked the firm flesh, feeling a surge of anxiety as Medusa was touched, but the queen’s nervousness lessened as Crystal massaged her so lovingly.

“Crystal, have you lost your senses?” Medusa demanded when the kiss had ended. Only then could she bear to mount a resistance to the lustful excitement Crystal had instilled in her.

“If you don’t want me, sister, why is your nipple so hard?”

Crystal kissed the side of Medusa’s neck. She moved her left hand down to Medusa’s groin, but didn’t broach the hair that censored it, instead rubbing her pussy through that soft material. 

Medusa moaned and whimpered as Crystal continued to torment her by giving her what she wanted. She moved her hand to Medusa’s other breast, the hair parting for her automatically, and kneaded its softness. Medusa’s moans became more sensual the longer it went on, sounding like they were coming from all the way down in her sex, which tingled with Crystal’s closeness. If Medusa was confused by Crystal’s sudden lust, she found the way her own body responded absolutely incomprehensible. That was the last thing she thought before she took Crystal’s face in her hands and pressed their mouths together, tongues dancing carnally as Medusa’s flowing hair wrapped them both together. 

Medusa reached for the top clasp on Crystal’s robe and hastily undid it. She worked on all the other clasps in rapid succession. When the garment had fallen open, Medusa pulled away to marvel at her sister’s gorgeous cleavage. Giving in totally, she billowed her hair out to all sides, leaving herself completely bare. Crystal thrust her chest out, pressing her nipples against Medusa’s as they embraced. Bare flesh to bare flesh. They moved lightly against each other, speaking passionately when they could bear to stop kissing.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Medusa said shyly, in a voice that barely became her. “Before I even could admit it to myself.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. Come. Let’s do this in your bed. The proper way.”

Moments later, they were both naked, the rumpled sheets the only fabric permitted to touch their bodies. Medusa’s hair caressed Crystal’s face, fluttering over her features, tickled her lips as she opened them to mouth the slope of Medusa’s cleavage. Her kisses circled around the teat, each drawing closer to the hardened nipple. Finally, her lips brushed against the pink areola. She licked its roundness, then the erect point. Medusa’s hair pulled at Crystal until she sucked the nipple into her mouth, sucking it with both skill and passion. After a few moments, despite Medusa’s hair trying to drag her back, she pulled away and slurped Medusa’s other breast into her mouth. She sucked for long seconds as Medusa’s eyes fluttered in ecstasy. But even so, Medusa’s hair tried to hold her in place when she released the nipple from her mouth.

Crystal dropped her lips between Medusa’s breasts, kissing the skin closest to her heart. Nipping at the roundness of the cleavage that pressed in on her face from both sides. Then she began moving down Medusa’s torso. Medusa’s hair flowed over her, softly caressing Crystal’s flesh, lovingly wrapping around her limbs, her breasts, her neck, even between the cheeks of her ass. Crystal moaned happily as the hair touched, as lightly as a feather, her sensitive sex. Smiling, she left a number of quick kisses down Medusa’s belly, then quick flicks of her tongue whipped down to Medusa’s groin. The way Crystal was loving her way down the redhead’s body drove her wild with need. 

“Have me, sister!” Medusa cried. “Devour my pussy! Oh, Crystal, I need to give myself to you! Take my offering! Take all that you want!”