The Royal Bitch 8

Wanda Maximoff ran into Lorna’s outstretched arms, nearly throwing her suitcase to the side. Esme stood smiling while the half-sisters embraced. Wanda looked a lot like Lorna. Her hair even had the dark, shiny color that Lorna’s had had when she dyed it. She really was very beautiful, with her radiant smile shining over Lorna’s shoulder as they hugged. Esme liked her immediately.

It took a moment for Lorna to remember Esme was there. She turned around to gesture to the blonde.

“Wanda, this is Esme. She’s my… well, we’re dating. And Esme, this is Wanda, my half-sister.”

“I… didn’t even know you had a sister,” Esme replied.

“Yes, it’s been so long!” Wanda exclaimed, her face flushed, making her look even cuter. “When was the last time? Your birthday party, right Lorna?”

Lorna smiled, her eyes momentarily wandering to Wanda’s breasts—small and pointed under her T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It surprised Lorna to realize how sexually she was regarding Wanda. Lately, her idea of sisterly interaction had been very skewed by the Stepford Cuckoos.

“Yeah, you spilled ice cream all over yourself.”

Wanda laughed. “That’s right! You do remember!”

Esme smiled at both of them, glad they were taking to each other so quickly.

“Then you got really serious with the Underground and I had my own issues to deal with. I never would’ve thought I’d find you!”

***

Phoebe and Sophie clinked wineglasses together.

“Finally, a decent night’s sleep!” Phoebe purred.

“No being fucked,” Sophie agreed. “No feeling Esme being fucked.”

“Just sweet, sisterly bonding.”

“How long do you think we should keep pushing Wanda onto Lorna?”

“Until Esme is as frustrated not getting fucked as we were being Lorna’s collective bitch.”

***

A day later, Wanda and Lorna sat watching television. Wanda’s nostalgia had found them an old cartoon they’d watched together as children. They saw how it had aged.

Both Lorna and Esme were feeling frustrated. They both wanted desperately for Esme to resume her ‘duties’ as the Royal Bitch, but either Lorna was putting her off to do things with Wanda or Wanda was insisting they do something together. The current plan was for Esme to sneak into Lorna’s bedroom late at night, after Wanda had fallen asleep.

“I really like you, Lorna,” Wanda said out of nowhere—one of the odd proclamations she liked to make.

“I like you too, Wanda. It’s funny. I don’t remember us being all that close as kids, but now that we’re adults, it’s like we’ve known each other all our lives.” Lorna made a frazzled expression as she realized what she’d said. “Ugh… that didn’t come out right.”

“It’s okay. I feel the same way.”

Lorna shrugged, trying to keep her eyes from Wanda’s supple young breasts, which she had been finding more and more attractive. 

“I hope I can get this close to Esme,” Wanda said, moving closer to Lorna, becoming more animated. “You two are already so close—I think the three of us would make a real good team. She’s something else, isn’t she?”

“She certainly is,” Lorna sighed. 

“And it’s so nice that you’re dating,” Wanda continued. “I’ve always thought a woman doesn’t need a man. You can go on a date with your friends, eat dinner, watch a movie—it’s just as good as being in a relationship.”

“Right,” Lorna said, but inside she was fuming. Forty-eight hours without so much as smacking Esme’s ass. It’d gotten so bad that Wanda had mistaken them for bosom buddies. Well, Lorna was going to show Wanda just what they were. And if Esme had forgotten, she would most definitely remember for a long time after tonight.

***

An ear-splitting cry pierced the night air. “God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!”

Wanda jolted awake, instinctively looking around with alarm for the source of the sound, as if it could be the battle cry of some attacker Her room was empty, but the screaming continued. It was no dream. And as it went on, Wanda became sure that it was Esme doing the screaming, or at least one of the Frost sisters.

Steeling her will, Wanda got up out of bed. She had to confess some curiosity as to who could possibly be driving Esme to such a reaction. The servants, she’d thought, had all gone home for the night, and the only people who stayed in the manor besides her were the Frosts and Lorna. So who could possibly have snuck in to give Esme such a thorough ravishing. And did he have a brother?

Wanda breathlessly crept down the hall. The door to Lorna’s room was ajar. That settled it. Wanda would have to be a saint not to look.

“My God!” Wanda mouthed, so shocked that no sound came out to match the movement of her lips.

As though it were a spotlight, the moon shone on the bed. There, rocking on her hands and knees, Esme took a strap-on cock as deep in her ass as Lorna could send it.

Never in her life had Wanda been so shocked. After a stunned moment, she wanted to burst in on the two of them and demand an explanation. But something stopped her. Perhaps it was the realization that she envied Esme feeling such passion. Or the thought that she was seeing poetry in motion, something beautiful about the comingled pain and pleasure, the dominance that nonetheless had Esme looking ecstatic.

They’re lovely together, she thought, sighing. I suppose I should be happy that my sister found someone who appreciates her so much.

But Wanda’s envy outweighed her happiness for Lorna. Her sex burned hot and her breasts tingled as if from a hundred tiny needles. She wanted more than this lust, but she didn’t know how to get it or even how to admit to her desire. Imprisoned by her urges, Wanda edged into the room, towards the shaking bed for a closer look. And perhaps more.

Esme spotted her immediately, but she didn’t yell at her to leave. Quite the opposite. There was Lorna’s sister, wearing nothing but a clear nightie and behaving as though she were in a trance. It wasn’t what Esme would’ve expected to occur after Wanda discovered their relationship, but she wouldn’t be a Frost if she didn’t appreciate the possibility.

“You know what I want?” Esme asked, as though she were speaking only to Lorna. “I want a nice, hot pussy to eat while you fuck me in the ass.”

“Why don’t we call in one of your sisters? I’m sure they’re not getting any sleep, feeling what you feel while I cock your nice little hole.”

Wanda nearly gasped. She had no idea that their perversion ran so deep. But the more she resisted the urge to label this taboo, the more enthralled she became.

“I’m tired of eating their pussies,” Esme sighed. “I wish I could eat you out while you ass-fucked me—somehow. A sweet, wet pussy that tasted just like yours… it’d be fucking perfect.”

“Wouldn’t mind seeing that myself, baby girl,” Lorna drawled. “But I could never give up on fucking this tight little ass of yours, no matter how good you are at giving head.”

While Lorna said that, Esme looked directly at Wanda, making it impossible for her not to realize she’d been spotted. Wanda froze. Then Esme licked her lips. Wanda just about melted, seeing Esme flick her tongue at her, urging her on.

The moon went being a cloud, plunging the room into blue-black darkness, as if drawing a blanket over everything to spare it from judgment. Whatever would happen in the blackness, happened.

Still unnoticed by Lorna, Wanda went around the bed, to the end where she remembered Esme being on all fours. She eased herself onto the mattress, careful not to let it creak, and opened her legs under where Esme’s head had to be. The smell of her aroused pussy did the rest. Esme’s mouth immediately found her slit and she sealed her lips to Wanda’s wet cunt. A kiss to welcome her to the family.