The Island...A Family Reunion (closed for silvertongue217 and Rpkitten)

[grdybiwife]

Patricia Gilchrist hated working. When she got the job at the Adult Arcade on the shady side of town, she thought it would be all fun and games but that quickly proved wrong after her first night cleaning out the preview booths. She found it funny that the things she enjoyed watching in porn completely grossed her out in the real world now that she actually had to deal with the aftermath of well used glory holes and cum stained benches. It was more than the 23 year old was willing to endure but she didn't exactly have a choice. She had to work, her parents made that clear these days but she refused to go the corporate route they wanted for her. Sure it was a waste of expensive college education but Trish wasn't ready to settle into adult life just yet. There were a ton of things she wanted to do before she was doomed to a life of going to bed early only to wake up before 7 am to get to some cubicle or another.

She glanced at the clock, it was only 11 pm. Still two hours left on her shift and all she could think about was sneaking into bed with that hot little plain Jane she shared her life with these days. Tara Winters, the most recent love of her life but Trish was finding that she wanted it to be a more permanent thing. The fact that Tara was her sister only made it more delightful.

It happened so fast. One minute they were meeting on the first day of their freshmen year in college, giddy about having a roommate who was practically the same size. The next they were falling into bed together after a night of sad movies. Trish always knew she had siblings. Her parents never hid the fact that she was adopted from her and when she starting asking about her biological family they told her all they knew. She was the oldest of a set of triplets born to a mother who died in child birth. Her biological father made sure that all three of his children were adopted by nice families but had the records sealed so they couldn't tell her the names of her brother and sister.

Trish went through her entire life wanting to know them and somewhere around her late teens that desire warped into something else. She wanted to be with them. Every cock she sucked she hoped belonged to her brother, fantasized about it. Her sleeping with women started with that desire and Trish realized that she actually enjoyed the flavor of pussy on her lips.

And when she finally met Tara she had her suspicions but she wasn't sure until she saw the birthmark on the inside of her right thigh. Trish had the same one but it wasn't until a few years later that she had her suspicions confirmed with a sneakily administered at home DNA test. She was prepared to keep it a secret too but they were living together by then in off campus housing and Trish left the results letter on the kitchen table. Tara found it and after a few nights of crying and arguing, she forgave her.

"It's not like we grew up together or anything so it's not that weird that I'm in love with you," she told Tara at one point without even realizing what she said. It was the first time she admitted it out loud and it won Tara over but she made her promise to keep it a secret. They looked different enough that nobody ever thought twice about it. Tara was slim with cute little b-cup tits that sat up perky above her amazingly flat stomach. She had narrow hips that led to long lean legs and her hair was still their natural strawberry red. Trish on the other hand was more buxom. Her d-cup breast required a bra at all times and she carried a little more meat on her ass and hips but her waist was just as narrow as her sisters. It had been a few years since they could share clothes but of course Trish still tried to squeeze into Tara's size 6 jeans. Tara was very straight laced, never drank or smoke while Trish prided herself on being the life of the party. The only identical thing about them was their DNA and Trish vowed to keep their secret.

At least until they found their brother and Tara agreed. Getting him into bed with them once they did took a bit more coaxing but she agreed to that too. They were both good about taking their birth control pills now that they were "on their own". Neither of them wanted an accident to ruin their good time.

Trish's phone chimed and she pulled it out to read the message.

I think I found him. A link was attached and Trish followed it to a article in the business section of some ezine about the youngest VP at some big time investment firm. Mathew Murdock, and looking at his picture he definitely had their bright green eye and the same freckle pattern as Trish along his nose. His mouth was full and a little pout like Tara's but his hair was more brown than red but still the similarities were striking. She immediately forwarded the message to her sister.

Looks like we're headed to Boston

Trish grinned as she read Tara's reply as she ignored a customer at the counter. Mathew was headed to a conference there in a week and Trish planned to be there. If not to bed him, then to simply meet him. She waited this long, what was a few more weeks. I'm gonna eat you so good when I get home for being such a good girl

 

[Rpkitten]

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I think I found him.

No way... Tara Winters thought, a little dumbstruck as she read the text from her 'roommate'. Her eyes drew away from the phone as the reality of that message hit. This wasn't just fun bedroom fantasies any longer. She did it... she really found him! And now Tara would have to see if she had the courage (or insanity) to follow through! She had her doubts, but Trish had a way of convincing her to do insane things.

Speaking of which, her phone buzzed for her attention again. A link popped up and she thumbed it. Whoa. Looking good, bro... she thought while scrolling down the page. Must be good genetics.

Looks like we're headed to Boston, she texted back.

"Hey. Princess. Table twelve's waiting on their 'Splodin Onion." It was Mitch, the night manager. A real 'tiny Napoleon' and pain in her ass. "You can Tinder Snap, or whatever, on your own time."

"Yes, sir. Sorry... won't happen again. I was just~~"

**BUZZ**

I'm gonna eat you so good when I get home for being such a good girl.

Jesus, Trish! Tara's cheeks flushed as red as her hair and she clutched the face of her phone against her green TJ McHappy's vest (complete with 23 pieces of flair -- a prime number, natch) to hide it from prying eyes. She's either trying to get me fired or killed. Tara wasn't sure which... she was just grateful Trish kept it to text and not naughty pics or videos this time.

She didn't have time to come up with an appropriately witty reply (not that she could if she wanted to -- hot talk was definitely Trish's talent, not hers). Instead she very quickly thumbs back a blushy smiley face and kiss emoji before grabbing that damned 'Splodin Onion and shuffling off for table twelve.



All the while trying to not look too distracted while crunching numbers -- if the traffic on 29 isn't bad she should have enough time to get home, shower, change, and pour Trish her drink of choice before she gets home!

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish headed into her boss's office at the end of her shift at the 24 hour Adult Arcade, giving his door a tap before he waved her in. The sounds of porn played quietly in the background from the security feed from the booths downstairs. He nodded for her to sit as he skimmed through something on his desk, not even looking up at her up until she crossed her legs under her shirt pleated skirt. It was punk rock plaid and looked awesome with her heavy knee high lace up boots. An oversized tattered Ramones t-shirt completed her look and she ran her hands through her thick pastel purple tresses before she started begging.

"I need next week off," she said in a rush and he looked up at her laughing. "Come on Gary, your always here anyway so Harley won't be by herself."

"I'm not here to run the register," he said, eyeing her boots a moment before his light blue eyes met hers. "My place is in this office not out on the floor." His eyes shifted back to her boots a moment before he shook his head. "Can't do it Trish...sorry."

He didn't seem that sincere in his sorry and Trish stood up preparing to storm out of the tiny office but she wasn't giving up that easy. Slowly she closed the door, locked it, before she turned to regard him. Her arms folded across her chest as she tapped her boot, her bright green eyes hard on him.

"You're gonna give me the week Gary," she said and he laughed again, but it was nervous this time and Trish took the opportunity to move closer to him. She made her way over to his tiny desk and cleared a little space for her to sit. Again she crossed her legs so that her boots were right in his face. Gary had a certain fetish and all the girls knew it but Trish hadn't found a reason to use the knowledge yet, now she didn't have a choice.

His eyes were blatantly on her boots now as his tongue came out to wet his lips. His short chubby fingers gripped the arms of his chair as Trish slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs before she settled her feet on his thighs. With her legs spread slightly, Trish knew he could see the purple thong she wore but that wasn't his focus. She raised one foot and held it a few inches from his face and chuckled as his breath caught. "You like them don't them don't you Gary," she asked but all he could do was nod. "Say it out loud you filthy perv." Trish raised her voice just a little and Gary jumped, his whole demeanor changing before her eyes and she couldn't help but smile. She was going to get those days off and anything else she wanted from now on.

"I'm a filthy perv and I love your boots," he said meekly and Trish a cocky smirk spread across her lips as she leaned back a little to put her other foot in his lap to rest on his bulge. He groaned at that and shifted in the chair. But he was a good boy and didn't move to touch them.

"You want to lick them don't you," she asked him, using her toe under his chin to lift his head so he would look her in the eye. "Say it perv." And he did, as his hips began moving under her foot in his lap. She pressed down a little and smiled at him. "I need a week to think about it. Maybe when I come back I might be willing..."

"Be back by Tuesday...please," he said, his tone soft and pleading, making Trish smile before she pressed the bottom of her boot to his face. Gary gasped again before she took it away, the same cocky smirk on her face. That was a week and a half.

"Thanks Gary, you're the best," she lied before hopping off his desk and tearing out of his office. She heard the door slam behind her and smiled at her coworker sitting behind the counter.

"Did you get it," Harley asked almost as excited as Trish, without even knowing what the time off was for. She just liked screwing with their boss and was glad Trish was finally on board with it.

"Sure did," she said as she pulled out her phone to text Tara the good news. She was probably on her way home by now but she couldn't wait to tell her then.

I got next week and more off hot stuff. My douche bag boss didn't know what hit him. I can wait to get that sweet ginger pussy on my face to celebrate. You better be naked when I get home. Love you babe

 

[Rpkitten]

I got next week and more off hot stuff. My douche bag boss didn't know what hit him. I can't wait to get that sweet ginger pussy on my face to celebrate. You better be naked when I get home. Love you babe

Next week?!

Trish wasn't wasting any time, and Tara had no clue how she was going to get the time off on such short notice. And was pretty sure whatever Trish had 'hit' her douche bag boss wouldn't work with her own douche bag boss... or at least Tara wouldn't be willing to go there with Mitch.

Of course it was the end of the text that really had the girl's attention as she rushed into their apartment. For Trish sex was purely casual -- anytime, anywhere. It was the person she was fucking who mattered, not everything else. Tara, on the other hand, was organized to a fault. Everything had its place and sex was a bit of a ritual for her. Everything needed to be perfect.

She glanced at the clock and knew she didn't have much time. Her fucking TJ McHappy's uniform was quickly shed and tossed into a hamper as she hopped to the showers. She worked fast and prayed a liberal use of Herbal Essences would cover the smell of fried food and desperation she feared her hair must smell of after every shift.

She dried and wrapped a silk robe loosely about her before sweeping the apartment to close blinds and light a few candles just as she heard the sound of a car door closing outside.

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish couldn't wait to get into the two bedroom bungalow she shared with Tara. They'd been renting it since college but once she graduated her parents gifted it to her under the pretense that she remain gainfully employed. A week later she applied at the Arcade on a whim and ended up getting hired on the spot.

Tara's car was already in the driveway and Trish smiled when she saw the blinds drawn from the street. It didn't matter to her if any of their neighbors peeked in on them. They didn't broadcast their relationship with rainbow flags and what not but most everybody assumed they were more than friends. But of course no one knew they were sisters. Not even her parents.

"Honey I'm home," she shouted as soon as she locked the door behind her, dropping her purse and keys on the table by the door before she flopped down on the couch to unlace her boots. Trish mumbled a curse under her breath, as hot as they were they were a bitch to get on and off. A few kicks sent them tumbling into the middle of the floor before she jumped up in search of Tara, stripping down to her mismatch bra and thong on her way to the bedroom.

 

[Rpkitten]

"Honey I'm home."

Tara perked at the sweet sound of Trish calling from the living room. She wasn't completely finished with her preparations, but close enough. Her hair was still slightly damp and pushed back behind her shoulders. She drew her robe tight about her and cinched the belt about her narrow waist as she stepped out of the bedchamber.

Out in the hall she paused to admire the view as her sister pulled off her Ramones tee and shed her tiny plaid punk rocker mini -- a shame, really, as Tara always thought Trish was at her sexiest with her full, plump bottom barely hidden under those little skirts. Every step was an opportunity to sneak a little peak, and again she wondered how they could be twins. Trish was 100% sex appeal; full of alluring curves and the confidence to wield them. Tara, on the other hand, feared she had the figure of an eleven year-old.

"Hey pretty girl," Tara grinned playfully and greeted Trish with a kiss; her hands caressing down her sister's arms to interlace their fingers together. "Tough day at the office?"

 

[grdybiwife]

The sight of Tara in her little robe wiped clean any thought for a moment and Trish froze in the hall, eyeing her hungrily as she approached. The kiss she planted on her lips made her moan a little, even though it was closed mouth. There had always been something that drew Trish to the shy petite redhead, before she even suspected they were sisters.

Trish slipped one hand free to pull the stupid belt out of Tara's robe. "I hate this fucking thing," she mumbled as she tossed it aside. Her modesty was both adorable and annoying but try as she might Trish could never get Tara to see the hot girl she saw when she looked at her. She slipped her free hand into Tara's robe to grab a handful of that sweet little ass and pull her in for a real kiss. As Trish slipped her tongue between Tara's supple lips, she pressed her hips against her, pushing her back into their bedroom.

Once they were at the bed, Trish worked both hands up the back of the robe to pull it off before she pushed Tara down onto the bed. "You asked about my day right," she said with a smirk as she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side before she pushed her thong down her thighs. "Better than yours I'm sure," she continued with a giggle as she tackled Tara down onto the bed. She let out a contented sigh as they snuggled up close to each other. Trish planted a soft kiss to the top of her head as she worked her hand up and down her back a few time before she laced their fingers together and kissed her palm. "Ehh it wasn't too bad. Is it bad that the biggest perv I saw was my boss," she said with a chuckle as she lay back against the pillows.

Despite her sexually charged personality, Trish loved the intimate moments they shared the most. Cuddling after work. Watching a scary movie under a blanket. Laying in Tara's lap while they read books together, most of which Trish wouldn't have any interest in if not for her bookish sister. Truth be told, Trish probably wouldn't have graduated if not for Tara's late night study sessions and wake-up calls in the morning for class. What Trish felt for her wasn't just about the sex. She genuinely loved her for the quiet, shy, stable person she was. Everybody needs a quiet moment and Tara was that for Trish, personified.

"So judging by the smell of fried shit in the air, it was another wild night at TJ McHappy's," Trish said teasingly, but comforted Tara with another soft kiss to her forehead. "You should come work at the Arcade with me. After tonight I'm sure Gary wouldn't think twice before hiring you. Those boots did the trick just like Harley said. I'm booking the flight tomorrow. We'll stay someplace swanky...make a weekend out of it. You deserve to get away hot stuff, you work waay too hard," Trish said, giving Tara's hair a tug so she looked her in the eye. "And I can't do this without you."

 

[Rpkitten]

Tara's heart started to thud the moment her sister's hands went to her hips and pulled her tight.

Trish slipped one hand free to pull the stupid belt out of Tara's robe. "I hate this fucking thing," she mumbled as she tossed it aside.

"Come on, who doesn't like to unwrap their presents?" Tara teased as her robe fell open and exposed her petite nude body to Trish. Or maybe it was closer to the truth that Tara just enjoyed being unwrapped.

Tara stifled a giggle of nervous excitement as Trish used her body to push-walk her back until her bare legs blindly hit the edge of their bed and sent her tumbling back atop it. What was left of her robe was quickly pulled away and she shuffled back towards the headboard to lounge and leer as her more voluptuous sister stripped and told her about her day.

"So judging by the smell of fried shit in the air, it was another wild night at TJ McHappy's," Trish said teasingly, but comforted Tara with another soft kiss to her forehead. "You should come work at the Arcade with me. After tonight I'm sure Gary wouldn't think twice before hiring you. Those boots did the trick just like Harley said.

Tara visibly winced at Trish's jab, but a simple press of the lips to her forehead was all the reassurance she needed to let it go and resume their snuggling. Oh, your boots? The ones you left dumped in the middle of my immaculate living room? was what she wanted to say, but instead opted to snuggle tighter under her sister-friend's arm and playfully twirl a lock of her pretty punk rocker hair around a finger.

"Glad to hear it worked out," she said and kissed Trish's hand. "And I may have to take you up on that considering there's no way I'll be able to get work off all next week on short notice." She paused a beat in thought as she lazily twirled purple hair. "But I dunno. The Arcade isn't for me... never been there, but sounds like I'd be a bit out of place. And why is it called an Arcade anyway?" she asked rhetorically. "The Arcade is where my parents went to play video games in the dark ages before Playstation... now it's a place where creepy guys go to jerk off." What the hell was up with that, anyway? Don't they have homes where they can do that??

"I'm booking the flight tomorrow. We'll stay someplace swanky...make a weekend out of it. You deserve to get away hot stuff, you work waay too hard. And I can't do this without you."

Tara melted a little as her eyes met with Trish's and smiled. "You know I can't say no to you," she turned, laying atop her sister and straddling one thigh as she kissed her fully; her hair falling like a curtain of silk over their faces.

"You just remember I'm your favorite, okay?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish giggled at Tara's apprehension and questions about the Arcade. It wasn't the first time they'd had this talk and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. "I don't know babe," Trish said as she ran her hand down Tara's back. "Why don't you Google it like you do everything else? One thing you don't have to wonder about and that's who I'll always love the most...who's body keeps me from wanting to get out of bed in the morning... who I don't know what I would do without...And that's this boring redhead I met a few years ago. You might know her. She's got these intensely green eyes. Super smart and funny. The cutest ass I've ever seen. But she's kinda shy and I doubt she knows just how much she means to me."

Trish left Tara in bed to stew on all she said, going out to the living room to grab a few things. She blew out the candles, knowing that they weren't coming back out of the bedroom tonight. After pouring herself a rum and coke, Trish grabbed a bottle of water for Tara, and picked up her laptop on the way back to the bedroom.

"I can't wait until morning," she said giddily as she sat the drinks down on the nightstand before she flopped down on the bed next to Tara. "Any preference on travel time?" She asked alternating between tapping the keys and chugging her drink. Trish much preferred traveling late at night. The airports were less crowded and those who traveled at such hours were always more interesting. Plus she could have a few drinks without anybody looking twice at her. "How's midnight tomorrow sound to you?"

When it came to the hotel room, Trish didn't need any input from practical Tara and booked a suite in a hip swanky hotel downtown. She wanted to surprise her sister with a bit of luxury and figured it might be easier to persuade their brother into some fun in a room that was nice. She rented them a car as well, again sparing no expense in reserving a luxury hybrid coupe for them to tool around in.

"It's all set babe," she said excitedly as she checked all the confirmation emails. "We better get some sleep. We got a long day ahead of us. Our flight's at 12:30, plenty of time to figure out what you're gonna do about work."

Trish knew Tara might be pissed about making all the plans before giving her say so but she would make it up to her once they got to the suite. A few nice dinners, maybe some shopping, some spa treatments would soften Tara enough that once Trish pounced on her forgiveness would soon follow. With everything squared away, she set the laptop on the nightstand to charge and settled down to get some shut eye. "Night babe," she said as she slung an arms around Tara, spooning up behind her, planted a kiss on her slender shoulders. "I love you."

 

[Rpkitten]

"One thing you don't have to wonder about and that's who I'll always love the most...who's body keeps me from wanting to get out of bed in the morning... who I don't know what I would do without...And that's this boring redhead I met a few years ago. You might know her. She's got these intensely green eyes. Super smart and funny. The cutest ass I've ever seen. But she's kinda shy and I doubt she knows just how much she means to me."

Tara was positively glowing. "That was the correct answer," she smiled and kissed her sister one more time before Trish broke their embrace and exited the bedroom. Tara tried to hide her frown when Trish returned with a laptop in hand -- a sure sign that the love-making she had been looking forward to was being put on hold.

Tara rolled onto her side and busiest herself with her tablet while Trish looked into their plans.

"It's all set babe."

"Hope you picked some place obscenely expensive," Tara said and rolled back to face her with her phone held up to her sister's eyes. "I was promised a night of Olympic-grade lesbianism. Something about eating my ginger pussy so good?" Her stern expression broke into a playful grin to let Trish know she wasn't truly offended. "I have it in writing... pretty sure this counts as a legally binding contract and would be upheld in court." She kissed her sister and returned the phone to their nightstand. "So if I'm being put away cold tonight, I expect to be pampered like a princess and handled in a very un-Christian-like manner when we get to Boston."

Content that her point had been made, she smiles and kisses Trish good night. "Love you too."

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"You've got to be kidding." It was Mitch, of course. Tara sat across his desk in her green TJ McHappy's vest trying to explain why she needed the entire next week off on short notice.

"Come one, Mich. There has to be some way to make it work. Can't I just trade with someone or --"

"No," the manager laughed. "No, you can't. There's a home game Saturday; this place is going to be packed. It's all hands on deck during football season. Why do you need the week off anyway?"

"I have to go to Boston," the redhead replied and shifted a little in her seat. "It's a, uh, family thing."

"Well then you should tell mommy and daddy to plan ahead next time," he says condescendingly and turns his attention back to his computer screen.

Tara didn't bother saying anything and just tossed her vest onto his desk as she walked out.

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"Honey!" Tara announces as she arrives home and tosses her keys into a wicker basket. "I might need you to get me a job selling porn to creepy old guys."


((OOC: Happy Halloween, everyone!! ))

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish chuckled at Tara's pouting but didn't say anything about it, just pulled her close and pressed her lips to the back of her neck. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind worked, planning their attack. She knew she'd have to do a little more digging on their brother to make things easier but devious plotting had always been one of her strong suits. Her father said she should have been a lawyer like him but Trish had no interest in the obscene amount of schooling required for such a profession.

It wasn't long before she was off and dreaming of Tara, using her sister's body for her pleasure. It was their first time together. Trish's hair was still that awful goth shade of raven she thought was so cool in high school and Tara had just started having her thick red tresses cut into layers. They'd had a few drinks, well Trish did before they began their tearjerker fest and somewhere in the middle of Girl, Interrupted Trish found her arms around Tara, their faces so close. It started with a kiss and before long they were naked and Trish's face was buried between her thighs. Tara was too shocked to return the favor but Trish didn't mind as long as she kept her lithe body pressed against hers.

A contented smile settled on her lips as she rolled onto her back, eyes shut tight as her hand drifted absently over Tara's hips.

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She was greeted by an empty bed, but it wouldn't have been the first time. Trish usually didn't get out of bed before noon, long after Tara got her day started. But as usual there was a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her when she dragged herself naked out of bed. Her keys were gone, and so was that awful vest so Trish assumed her sister had gone to take care of the business of getting out of work. Or quitting, whichever one came first.

Trish hoped for the latter. It sucked watching her go to the place she hated everyday and Trish thought it was sucking the life out of her. Both her parents had offered to pull a few strings for their daughter's best friend but Tara wouldn't have it. She wanted to earn her achievements and Trish found that admirable, and amazingly stupid but she couldn't force her to do anything but she could do a little sneaking.

She broke into Tara's email from her tablet to find all the companies she'd applied to and called her mother's office. "Well to what do I owe the pleasure of this call," her mother teased as soon as she answered the phone. It was true Trish usually never called at a reasonable hour but they talked at least three times a week.

"Hey Mommy I was just calling to let you know Tara and I are heading to Boston a few days to blow off some steam. There's a band playing that I love and I think I can corrupt her into enjoying..."

"Yes pumpkin I saw and approved those charges so I know that's not why you've called." Trish could hear the tell tale click clack of keystrokes on the other end of the line and knew her mother was hard at work, even on her lunch hour. "What do you need kid, spit it out."

"Well it's not me it's Tara. This job she's got sucks ass and she's getting no callbacks from the places she's applied. I'm afraid their gonna put her on the pest lists with how much she's calling..."

"I thought she didn't want any help."

"She doesn't but that doesn't mean that few inquires can't be made on her behalf," Trish said and heard her mother snicker.

"Sure dear I can do that. Send me a list and I'll make some calls...don't worry I'll let them know not to tell her of my bending of ears. Anything else?"

"Nope that's it. Thanks Mom, you're a life saver."

"No problem. Now if only you put as much effort into your own career...whatever that may be."

"Yeah, yeah I hear you Mom. Who knows? Tara might rub off on me," she said with a giggle and her mother laughed.

"I'll not be holding my breath for that. I love you pumpkin."

"Love you too Mommy...tell Daddy I said hey."

"Will do," she said and the line disconnected.

Packing was next on her things to do and Trish set to it. With her suitcase on the bed, she filled it with a mishmash of her hottest attire and a few everyday pieces. She left out the boots, instead opting for a mix of sneakers and fuck me heels. A few dresses, her makeup bag, and she was done.

But just before she zipped it up, Trish dug into the closet in the other bedroom for the new toys she'd been hiding. They were supposed to be for a special occasion and she couldn't think of any one better than meeting their brother. She put them in the padded bag she for travel, along with some flavored lube and cleaner before she shoved it all into her overstuffed suitcase.

Still naked, she jumped into the shower. It was a quick one, Trish wanted to be out and dressed before Tara got back so there would be no room for either of them to be tempted.

Just as she was getting dressed in a pair of shredded black leggings and loose cropped tank top, Trish head Tara coming in.

"Honey!" Tara announces as she arrives home and tosses her keys into a wicker basket. "I might need you to get me a job selling porn to creepy old guys."


"Aww I'm sorry babe I know you loved that job," Trish said with a smirk as she pulled Tara into her arms. "We can worry about your job situation when you get back," she said running her hands up and down her back, pressed her lips to the top of her head. "Right now I want you to pack your things so we can go get this show on the road. The limo will be here to take us to the airport at 9 so you have a few hours."

 

[Rpkitten]

Hands on hips, Tara stared blankly into her closet. Finding something nice to wear to meet their brother would be easy enough... but she had no clue what was appropriate to wear to seduce their brother. Of course Trish would be taking lead on that, which took a little pressure off. All she had to worry about was not messing things up for her sister.

The open rolling case on their bed was already packed with her usual day-to-day attire, plus the only piece of lingerie she owned -- a black halter slip with lace-trimmed slits that fell to the middle of her slender thighs. It hadn't seen much action since she and Ryan went their separate ways. Trish always said she'd rather see her naked than wearing it. It was funny, really -- her sluttiest lingerie was less revealing than 90% of what Trish wore every day. It was like Sunday Best compared to her clothes!

Tara almost plucked it from the case and tossed it in the trash from mounting frustration -- she simply wasn't equipped for this sort of thing! But no, she made a promise to see this through. Operation Bro Bang was go.

Soon 9:00 was upon them and Trish's chauffeur arrived. Tara passed her pair of rolling cases (and their plain, mundane contents) to him, climbed into the back seat and scooched all the way over to the window at the opposite side -- she was merely Trish's roommate and didn't want to appear too friendly around the chauffeur. University tee shirt, jeans, ponytail; she was dressed for comfort on this flight. And if that sight didn't scare Trish off, she supposed nothing would.

Tara waited until the limo started rolling and the privacy divider between them and their driver raised before relaxing even a little bit. Best thing about traveling this late at night was no traffic and few people to deal with at the airport. And once the cabin lights dimmed she enjoyed a little snuggle time beneath a thin Northeast Air blanket before their plane touched down in Boston.

 

[grdybiwife]

The flight went off without a hitch and once they deplaned in Boston, Trish saw no reason why she could slipped her hand into Tara's as they made their way to baggage claim. Even slipped her arm around her shoulders as they waited by the carousel for their bags to emerge. They'd never had the luxury of being open with their affection and Trish could feel Tara getting a little anxious, so once they collected their bags she kept a friendly distance as they took the shuttle to the car rental place.

Tow hours of traffic and getting lost later they were all checked into their suite and Trish was unpacking her laptop to take advantage of the free wi-fi. There was still a little homework to be done, so while she sipped from the bottle of the complimentary champagne she found their brother's Facebook page and did a little cyber stalking to find the best place to "bump" into him.

"So there's a bar not too far from his office that he checks into most Friday nights, hopefully tonight's one of those Fridays," she said as she lay across the bed on her stomach in just her crop top and black lace boy shorts with big red lips on each ass cheek. Trish couldn't wait to strip down and ad her pants and shoes off before Tara even got the door shut. "How about we get some room service and take a nap...maybe give the spa a spin," she asked Tara with a raised eyebrow. "Get our hair done, pro style makeup. I saw a store with a cute dress in the window I think you'd look hot in for tonight. What do you say babe?"

 

[Rpkitten]

"So there's a bar not too far from his office that he checks into most Friday nights, hopefully tonight's one of those Fridays."

Tara heard her sister call from the bed while she stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth. There was just something about plane flights that always made her feel the need to freshen up afterwards; even the quick little "puddle jumpers". She emerged a minute later wearing an over-sized Disney tee and her jeans draped over one arm. She wasn't going anywhere without a nap, and was pleased to find she wasn't the only one that thought that judging from Trish's stripped-down attire.

"Oh yeah?" she mumbled conversationally and began unpacking her case; careful to keep everything organized in its proper place and avoid wrinkles. "How do you know that?" she asked and climbed onto the bed to peer over Trish's shoulder. She was scrolling through Mathew's Facebook page. "He posts all that publicly?" she asks, then mumbles "not sure I want to be related to someone who doesn't know to keep their Facebook set to private..."

A quick kiss to the top of Trish's head so as not to distract her from her work, Tara then lounges back against a pile of pillows bunched at the bed's headboard. Their bodies were inverted with Trish laying on her belly and facing away at her laptop, which afforded Tara a heart-stirring view of her full, plump bottom barely contained in her tiny lace under-shorts. She felt her face flush and lips twist into a little grin -- Trish sure knew what she was doing... those red lips on her cheeks might as well be bull's eyes. Tara sighed as she reflected on how lucky she was. My first girlfriend and I score purple-haired Kate Upton. I need some guy friends just for the high-fives that deserves...

"How about we get some room service and take a nap...maybe give the spa a spin."

Tara pried her eyes away from their longing gaze with a blank expression as she processed what she was being asked. "Oh, right... yeah," she mumbled and fidgeted with her tablet to feign distraction. "Definitely need a nap first."

"Get our hair done, pro style makeup. I saw a store with a cute dress in the window I think you'd look hot in for tonight. What do you say babe?"

"Yeah?" Tara perked up with a smile spreading across her face. "Sounds great. I could use a new look. Nothing too radical... but I gotta look my best if I wanna be your wingman, right?"

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish rolled over to look at Tara, finally noticing her Disney tee ans chuckled. She often wondered how it was that she could be related to such a dork, albeit an undeniably beautiful dork. But still a dork none the less. That old adage of opposites attracting was working over time with them and the thought always made her smile. Grin, really, like she was now as she pushed her laptop to the side and moved to take Tara's tablet. She could tell by the color in her cheeks that it was just a ploy but Trish wasn't going to blow her cover, instead setting it down on the nightstand and putting her head in Tara's lap.

"You...the wingman? Yeah right," she said with a chuckle as she slipped her hand into Tara's and kissed her palm. "He'll get one look at me and my crazy hair and run the other way. You on the other hand with your wholesome girl next door look will surely turn his head. And I'm not just saying that because you're my sister," she teased and reached up to pull Tara down for a not so sisterly kiss. "No my dear, you will be the bait in this little plot but don't worry I'll coach the slut out of you," she said with a smile before she rolled over to grab the house phone.

From the comfort of Tara's lap, Trish called down to the spa and made an appointment for the in-room couple's spa experience then got transferred to the salon to do the same for hair and make-up. She was yawning by the time she was done, but still she took another tug off the champagne as she got up to put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. Before she climbed back into bed, Trish unhooked her bra and slipped it off without taking off her crop top, her bright green eyes on Tara as she dropped it to the floor.

"How long of a nap are you trying to take," she asked as she climbed back into bed on all fours. She settled with Tara beneath her on her hands and knees, their noses almost touching. "I know a great way to put you to sleep," Trish said as she ran a hand up Tara's slender thigh, pushing her t-shirt up to expose her practical panties. A little smirk came to her lips as she eyed Tara's mound, ran her fingers over it a moment before she raised her eyes. "The other night you mentioned something about a legally binding agreement."

 

[Rpkitten]

Trish rolled over to look at Tara, finally noticing her Disney tee and chuckled.

"What?" Tara followed Trish's eyes to look down at herself. "Oh, stop it," she scowled and fidgeted with the shirt. "You sleep next to me every night, this shouldn't be much of a surprise. It's comfy nap-wear and I like it." Trish just grinned, took away her tablet and placed her head across Tara's lap.

"You...the wingman? Yeah right. He'll get one look at me and my crazy hair and run the other way. You on the other hand with your wholesome girl next door look will surely turn his head."

"I like your crazy hair," Tara smiled, cradled her sister's head and combed her fingers through those pastel purple locks. "You got it all wrong... guys don't want to pick up nice girls in bars. They want punk rock plaid and purple hair. Wild hair means wild in bed. I'm the girl you take home to mom or introduce to your boss, not pick up at a bar for a night."

She smiled and petted Trish lovingly. "Don't overthink it, babe. He's a boy. You have boobs. Just show some cleavage and toss him a wink. You don't need me... I'll just stay in the car and keep it running."

"No my dear, you will be the bait in this little plot but don't worry I'll coach the slut out of you."

"Alright," Tara sighed in surrender as Trish rolled over to fetch the phone. "I think that's an awful plan, but I've come this far so I'll see it through. And I promise that for the rest of this trip, the word 'no' is out of my vocabulary. I'm game, babe. Whatever you want or need... dress me up, cut my hair, put me through Slut Boot Camp, whatever. I'm down."

Tara paused a beat in thought as she considered a make-over to dirty her up when realization suddenly strikes! She sits up, eyes wide with excitement and gasps, "Oh my God. I'm Sandra Dee." She looked towards Trish and excitedly tapped her arm. "I'm Sandra Dee, you're Stockard Channing, and Matt's Danny Zuko. You're totally gonna Grease me." Her eyes were wide; an awkward teen-aged romantic's dreams becoming reality. "Hurry up and make your call before I start singing You're the One that I Want."

Trish made her call down to the spa, no doubt also plotting an escape from her sister's irrational love of Olivia Newton-John musicals, then surprised Tara by shedding her bra and crawling cat-like across the bed. "How long of a nap are you trying to take?"

"Nap?" Tara ginned and gasped at Trish's touch, her finger slipped up the inside of her thigh and tracing over her panty-covered slit. I've got chills, they're multiplying danced through her head. "Naps can wait," she giggles, pulls her Disney tee off and tosses it to the corner. "Never liked that shirt anyway." With the offending Magic Kingdom tee cast aside, Tara was dressed only in her plain white panties -- the bra she normally wore served little practical purpose other than to help clothes fall right and make her feel a little less boyish about her small breasts.

Her hands caressed up and down her sister's flanks and she lifted her head to catch Trish's lips in a kiss. "Is this how you plan to do it?" she asked with a sultry lilt to her voice and felt her nipples pucker with excitement. She kissed her sister harder. "This how you plan to bring out my inner slut?"

 

[grdybiwife]

"You're way too hard on yourself babe," Trish said as she settled onto Tara's lap, straddling her between her much thicker thighs. "You could be just as sexy as you think I am if you owned your hotness. If you loved these little tits the way I do," she said as she slipped a hand behind Tara's back to unhook her bra, pulling it away with the other. "If I had tits as perky as yours, I'd never wear a bra. There's nothing hotter that when you walk around the house in just a tank top and your nipples press through that thin fabric...that's the first thing I noticed about you...these perfect little tits. Just enough to get into my mouth," she said as she ran her lips along Tara's chest as her hands slid down her sides.

When Trish got to those panties, she yanked them so hard that Tara slid down to lay flat on the bed. She giggled a little as she looked up at her, hoping her sister could see just how much she lusted after her. Once she was naked, Trish sat up, devouring Tara with her eyes a moment before she lean down to take her lips as her hands roamed over her soft near porcelain skin.

"So fucking beautiful," Trish mumbled as she trailed soft kissed down between Tara's breast, grabbing her thighs as she went to spread her sister's legs. With her hands on the back of Tara's knees, Trish pushed her legs back, spreading her pretty pink pussy wide open. She licked her lips as she looked at it then planted a kiss on the trimmed triangular mound of pubic hair that rested above her bare lips. Another kiss, this one to her labia, before she glanced up and Tara and smiled, grabbing her wrists to put her hands on the back of her thighs.

"Hold these for me hot stuff. I'm gonna need both hands for this," she said with a wink and moaned as Tara did her bidding. Trish loved that, how Tara always seemed to let go when they were alone, allowing herself to enjoy the moments they shared without clouding them with her many hangups. Hangups that Trish was working steadily to knock down, and she hoped that this little getaway would help her along.

"Mmmm now where to begin," she said as she sat back on her knees to pull off her own tank top, her full d-cup bouncing a little as she worked her panties off.

Once naked, Trish started off slow, running her lips over along Tara's inner thigh teasing her a little before she licked out her tongue to run along her slit, using it to part her labia to get at her already swollen clit. Another thing she loved about being with Tara, she was always so responsive to her touch. "Already ready for me I see," Tara teased as she made a circle around the nub with her tongue before she sucked it into her mouth.

 

[Rpkitten]

Tara felt totally safe in Trish's bed, content to allow her sister to direct and guide her in the most intimate ways imaginable. She stretched out and opened her slender legs before her lover -- a bundle of nervous energy dancing beneath her skin wherever Trish's wet lips touched and breathed in tight breaths of anticipation. Tara's first truly audible gasp came when Trish claimed a nipple in her mouth and the heat raising from her naked, needy body only grew from there.

"Hold these for me hot stuff. I'm gonna need both hands for this."

Tara was curious, but needed no further instructions. Her hands gripped under her thighs, then slipped up behind her knees to pull towards her shoulders and spread herself open in the most obscene way she could imagine. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet completely safe in Trish's embrace.

She watched her sister strip and felt both sets of lips wetten with anticipation. Her cheeks flushed as Trish loomed over her, the very definition of womanly beauty. Many awkward teenaged nights had been spent standing in front of a mirror with a stuffed bra and wondering what she'd look like with 'proper' breasts, and now she knew exactly what that would look like. Beautiful.

"Mmmm now where to begin..."

"I~I ha~ve an idea or two..." Tara stammered in a half-giggle filled with nervous energy as she held her position beneath Trish -- hands still spreading her sex open and drawing back towards her shoulders. The grin on her sister's lips and lustful leer to her eyes filled Tara with a sense of desire and worth she never felt with either of the boys she slept with before Trish.

Once Trish slides into position to taste her flower, Tara relinquishes her hold on one leg long enough to wedge a pillow under her head and push a mess of purple hair aside so she can watch the long, sensual strokes of her sister's tongue. Her eyes closed, awash in pleasure. Her mouth surrendered hot pants and tiny, delicate moans in response to Trish's every kiss, nip and lap against her sensitive privates -- ultimately culminating with an involuntary squeeze of her thighs against her sister's head when she trapped her clit tight in her sucking mouth.

"Ooohhh~~~ooooohh," Tara moaned at the sensation, then wrenched her knees back like a good girl. "Oh god..." she gasped and looked down at Trish with glazed eyes filled with need and desire. "Don't stop.... please...."

 

[grdybiwife]

Trish loved the sound Tara made when they fooled around. She always tried to hold on, to keep quiet, but it never lasted. Once Trish put wrapped her lips around her clit, her sister would let go. To hear her begging for her touch sent drove Trish crazy with need and she redoubled her efforts.

She glanced up at her a moment, moaned at the sight of her. Face flush, sweat beginning to bead on her cute little tits. "Fuck baby you look so hot from this angle," she mumbled between Tara's thighs as she ran her fingers over her wet slit. "Mmmm soo fucking beautiful...I love this pretty pussy you know that don't you baby," she moaned as she planted a kiss at her opening before she slid her hand up under her cute little ass and lifted her a little.

One last kiss before she pressed her tongue into her tight hole and gave it a wiggle, all the while fondling her bottom. Her own knees spread, Trish pushed her ass up in the air as she dove into Tara's hot pussy. Her tongue flicking wildly as she worked her towards climax.

Trish raised her eyes again, taking in the sight of her sister lost in the pleasure she gave, before she pressed two fingers into her slick hole. Her tongue drifted down to tease Tara's rosebud as she twisted her first two fingers back and forth inside of her. She wanted her to cum, to squirt, but Trish knew that would only happen is she drove Tara crazy with her nimble tongue.

As she finger fucked her sister's pussy, Trish went to town on her ass. Her tongue flicking and teasing her rim, moaning as her hole flexed against her movements.

"You gonna cum for me baby," she moaned as she stroked her fingers in Tara's hot hole while her thumb pressed against her back door. "Sooo fucking hot Tara you know that," Trish said as she sat up on her knees, using her other hand to tease her clit. "Come on baby cum for your sister..."

 

[Rpkitten]

Tara gasped and writhed beneath Trish as her sister's tongue pushed through her folds and into her pussy. Her head tilted down and watched through a curtain of disheveled crimson as Trish worked her magic and resisted the urge to release a knee to push the hair from her face -- she felt completely lewd holding her legs open in offering to Trish and reveled in it. She more felt than heard a moan against her wet cunt a beat before Trish rises up onto her knees, arches her back and spreads. Tara titled her head to the side, silently praying there might be a mirror opposite the bed for her to admire that view, but no such luck.

Tara moaned, whimpered and panted in concert with Trish's touch; every flick of her tongue pushing her closer to an inevitable release.

"Oh... babe...." Tara gasped and groaned when she felt her sister's tongue diddle against her asshole. The part of her mind that wanted to tell her not to was quickly silenced by the part that delighted in the rare moments when she could feel truly perverse without fear of ridicule or dismissal -- Trish's bed was always a safe harbor for the more conservative girl.

Two fingers in her pussy and a tongue on her puckered rosebud was more than Tara could resist and felt her body nearing climax. "Oh god... baby..." she growled and pulled her knees back enough for her to roll a quarter against her shoulders and lift her hind up to Trish's attentions.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"...yes...," Tara half-whimpered with her eyes clenched closed.

"Come on baby cum for your sister..."

Tara wasn't sure if it was the fingers flipping against her erect clit or hearing the word 'sister' that set her off, but it worked and Trish received her wish. "I'm.... I'm cumming!" Tara cried out in equal parts warning and congratulations as her release struck like a tidal wave of pleasure across her tiny, quivering body. She rode her climax to a whimpering conclusion before releasing her legs and collapsing in a heap atop the soft mattress.

After a moment of quiet, orgasmic bliss, Tara's eyes flicker open. "You're amazing," she smiled down at Trish and beckoned her close with a wiggle of her finger. "Love you, babe," she whispered and kissed her sister full on the mouth. "Want me to do you too?"

 

[silvertongue217]

Going to go ahead and do my intro

“This day is a fucking train wreck” my best friend Mark hissed even as he continued to smile and wave at the partners congregating into the board room.

“Relax” I whispered back reaching out to shake a elderly man hands before turning to him “all we have to do is go in knock out the presentation and then not only have we secured the contract but we also get the week off for all the hard work we put into this”

“Hard work that’s already proving ineffective due to bad luck” Mark said grabbing me and pulling me to the side “I’m sweating bullets! Ronda is at home sick, our boss is already mad because his wife found out about his mistress and now we are running late!”

“Mark either pull your self together or let me due the presentation my self” I told him fixing him with my piercing green eyes “we can either continue to let these small minor inconveniences trip us up” I started putting my hand up as he started to open his mouth.

“Or we can bring our A game knock this shit out of the fucking park and buy a celebratory round at the bar I don’t know about you but I could really use a fucking drink”

I could sense he was still nervous so I stepped away adjusting my green tie before shouldering the door to the conference room at the same time I put on my best most charming smile giving the room a quick sweep as I strode in.

“Hello Ladies and gentleman” I said letting my eyes lingering on a leggy brunet a few minutes longer than necessary as I reached the podium with Mark “My name is Alexander Mason This is my partner Mark Masters were here today to show you the future a future our proposal and contract plans on leading”

“Let us begin”

“ALEX YOU ROCK!”

I laughed ignoring my friends drunken screams and skirting around his hug “You know us Alpha dogs handle our shit” I reminded him picking up my beer and leaning back. I felt a burst of pride for my success and smirked draining my beer in one smooth motion as I reflected on the last two years.

Who would have thought shy nerdy and woefully shy Alexander would now be holding the contract for a major tech company at a fortune five hundred company? Who would have thought that said company created out of his basement would now be worth almost a million dollars? And more importantly who would have thought pimply slightly over weight Alexander would not be ripped acne free and an alpha dog when it came to hunting woman.

From virgin to predator, from shy to the life of the party these were just a few of the things I had transformed over the last few years.

Ever since “she” did what she did

I felt a brief flash of anger but ignored it instead looking around the bar. It wasn’t known for its big clientele but there were a few promising woman mingling. Ever since my transformation I was an equal opportunity lover or as my mom would have said a “whore”. I loved her to death but I knew if she found out who I had become she would have probably fainted right there on the spot she and dad were as old school as they came.

“See any promising leads?” Mark asked finishing his fourth beer

“Not yet” I said spying another red head coming into the bar “and quick slamming down beers you know I will drop your ass in a heartbeat if you get to drunk” I reminded him before doing another look scanning the crowds.

 

[grdybiwife]

Tara gasped and writhed beneath Trish as her sister's tongue pushed through her folds and into her pussy. Her head tilted down and watched through a curtain of disheveled crimson as Trish worked her magic and resisted the urge to release a knee to push the hair from her face -- she felt completely lewd holding her legs open in offering to Trish and reveled in it. She more felt than heard a moan against her wet cunt a beat before Trish rises up onto her knees, arches her back and spreads. Tara titled her head to the side, silently praying there might be a mirror opposite the bed for her to admire that view, but no such luck.

Tara moaned, whimpered and panted in concert with Trish's touch; every flick of her tongue pushing her closer to an inevitable release.

"Oh... babe...." Tara gasped and groaned when she felt her sister's tongue diddle against her asshole. The part of her mind that wanted to tell her not to was quickly silenced by the part that delighted in the rare moments when she could feel truly perverse without fear of ridicule or dismissal -- Trish's bed was always a safe harbor for the more conservative girl.

Two fingers in her pussy and a tongue on her puckered rosebud was more than Tara could resist and felt her body nearing climax. "Oh god... baby..." she growled and pulled her knees back enough for her to roll a quarter against her shoulders and lift her hind up to Trish's attentions.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"...yes...," Tara half-whimpered with her eyes clenched closed.

"Come on baby cum for your sister..."

Tara wasn't sure if it was the fingers flipping against her erect clit or hearing the word 'sister' that set her off, but it worked and Trish received her wish. "I'm.... I'm cumming!" Tara cried out in equal parts warning and congratulations as her release struck like a tidal wave of pleasure across her tiny, quivering body. She rode her climax to a whimpering conclusion before releasing her legs and collapsing in a heap atop the soft mattress.

After a moment of quiet, orgasmic bliss, Tara's eyes flicker open. "You're amazing," she smiled down at Trish and beckoned her close with a wiggle of her finger. "Love you, babe," she whispered and kissed her sister full on the mouth. "Want me to do you too?"

"No thanks babe I can wait," Trish said with a smirk as she settled beside Tara. She wrapped her arms around her sister's slender waist, locked a leg around one lean thigh, all the while nibbling at her neck. Trish pulled the blankets up over them both and planted another soft kiss on Tara's lips before she said, "We have a few hours before our appointments. Let's get some sleep."

Trish couldn't control her hands, even as she drifted off, she pawed at every inch of Tara's exposed flesh. Caressing her narrow hips, groping her soft ass before she settled with a handful of Tara's little tits. With her face buried in that thick strawberry hair, Trish drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of them meeting their brother. That he was charming. And willing to share their bed, even after they told him they were his sister's.

Trish knew it probably wouldn't be that easy but still she woke up with a grin and slipped out from beneath Tara. She gave her sister a gentle kiss on the shoulder before she got out of bed and hopped in the shower. She got dressed quickly in the bathroom so she didn't wake her sister. Trish knew her sister would fight about the dress she saw in the window. "I don't have enough tits for that" or "Isn't it a little short" or "That's a lot of money for not a lot of fabric". Trish didn't feel like it so she crept out of the room to pick up that little black dress in Tara's size and a pair of fuck me pumps to go with it. Tonight she would be the bombshell and Trish planned to wear something a little less revealing to keep the focus on her self-conscious twin.

They'd keep up their charade of fun loving girlfriends but eventually reveal their true relationship but only after they got Mathew back to their room. The way Trish figured it, if he came back to their room he would be less likely to run away. He might not want to join in immediately but they could convince him with a little show of how they loved each other. Trish just hoped he found Tara as appealing as she did.

"How can he not. She's fucking hot," she said with a giggle as she parked their rented car in the spot designated for their room. After she grabbed the bags from the trunk, Trish went to the front desk to order up a little room service before she headed back to the room. Hopefully Tara wasn't awake yet and she could surprise her with her new outfit.

 

[Rpkitten]

Trish was welcomed back to the suite by the sound of a shower spraying and her sister's amateurish attempt to singalong with Bruno Mars.

I'm too hot (hot damn!)
Call the po-lice and the fireman
I'm too hot (hot damn!)
Make a dragon wanna retire, man
I'm too hot (hot damn!) {hot damn!}
Bitch, say my name you know who I am
I'm too hot (hot damn!)
And my band 'bout that money
Break it down...​

Just as Tara was rinsing the lather from her hair, she heard the thud of the suite's heavy door falling shut. "Hey babe!" she chirped between verses. "I'll be out in a minute."


((OOC: Just FYI, I'm dealing with Jonas today. Calling for a possible three feet of snow here, so I might be snowed in with a lot of time to write this weekend... or I might have my hands full with other 'fun' stuff)).

 

[grdybiwife]

The sound of the shower brought a sneaky grin to Trish's face, but the numbers on the clock wiped it away. There wasn't enough time. In less than an hour, there room would be full of aestheticians tasked to relax and beautify them. Not to mention the grass-fed burgers and hand cut waffle fries. Trish stripped down and put on one of the fluffy complimentary robes. Instead of going in to peek on Tara, she flopped down on the plush sofa in front of the TV.

"Take your time," she shouted back as she searched yelp for a car service. Trish wanted to do this weekend in style and that meant no uber or taxi cabs. Once she found one with enough stars she order one to pick them up at 8.

By the time she was hanging up, there was a knock at the door and Trish let out a little squeal as she jumped up to answer it. The food came first followed by the masseuses, while they were setting up Trish went to give the door a tap to rush Tara along.

"Come on hot stuff. I don't think you can get anymore clean," she shouted as she tipped the ported on his way out. Once he was gone, Trish dropped her robe in the room full of women and lay down on one of the massage tables. "She can catch up," she said with a smirk and the woman cover her with a sheet, immediately began rubbing her down.

 

[Rpkitten]

"Come on hot stuff. I don't think you can get anymore clean"

"Hey, don't rush me. It's hard work looking good." Tara stepped out of the bath with the hotel's other complementary robe wrapped loosely about her. She paused in her tracks at sight of all the new faces now occupying their suite. "Lucky for me you hired an army to speed up the process."

She plucked a waffle fry from the tray and eyed the second massage table. "Didn't realize we were doing this in the room... thought we would go down to a spa or something," she mused to her face-down sister, then rested herself on the second table.

"Whatever you do, don't ever tell me how much this is costing," she said to her left as fingers started kneading at her shoulders.