Chapter 2

When Kat returned, there was nothing to indicate that anything had happened between Donald and Heather, aside from their body language. Heather wouldn't take her eyes off Donald and vice versa. Kat kept wondering if anything occurred, and the more she obsessed about that idea, the more it excited her in spite of her beliefs. She hurried to her bedroom and climbed under the covers to stroke her pussy until she got relief.

Kat didn't expect Heather to walk in on her while she jilled off, but her friend was very calm and matter-of-fact about it.

"Chill, honey. You're far too uptight about it. I'm glad to see you showing an interest in these things. It's healthy, you know, to masturbate. Even for girls. We have needs, too. You should try a vibrator. It would make things so much better. You can borrow mine any time. You don't even have to wash it," Heather told a very red-faced Kat.

"But it's a sin!" Kat worried.

"I guarantee you that even nuns do it. Especially nuns, in fact. They need to jill off more than most women. You won't go to Hell for it, but if you do, I'll welcome your company," Heather flirted with her friend.

"Why am I like this all of the sudden? Heather, you're cool with things like this. You know, perverted things. Do you know why I'm excited by the idea of you and Donald having illicit sex. I keep picturing his penis in your vagina and I just now imagined that it was in mine. That's incest! Why would I think of such things? I shouldn't have those thoughts at all, let alone about my own brother!" Kat confided desperately in her friend.

"Wasn't that the real purpose to the mission you assigned me? You wanted to make sure that he wasn't gay, so you could seduce him. I was to be the bait, and yes, he took me. Don't worry. I'll share him with you. I'm not the jealous kind. Just bear in mind that now I've had him, I won't give him up. I had my own reasons for seducing Donald. My intuition told me that he'd be just right for me. It tells me also that you're more deviant than you're letting on, even now.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to fuck your brother. In fact, there's nothing wrong with actually fucking him. He's yummy. Trust me on that point. I'll help you on the condition that you do as I say from now on. Think as me as your teacher in sexual debauchery. Lesson one. Don't call it a penis. Call it a cock or a dick. Clinical terms are so dull. Same with vaginas. Call them pussies, cunts, or twats.

"Do we have a deal, Kat? You'll do as I instruct you and agree to tell only certain trusted people. In return, I'll help you loosen up and actually enjoy yourself for a change. You could use a mentor in matters of sexuality," Heather proposed to her girlfriend.

"Oh, alright. I guess that I'll just have a lot more to confess next time around. My priest might have a stroke. So I have to do as you tell me, not get jealous about sharing Donald, and start using dirtier terms for private parts. Anything else, O Professor of Hedonism?" Kat responded with unusual wit.

"Yes, that includes sucking my pussy. Don't worry. It won't kill you to eat me out. You might even have fun with it. Here, have a taste while you stroke your clit. Push yourself down lower on the bed to give me more room to sit on your face," Heather ordered her "pupil".

Kat resumed her masturbation while Heather straddled her mouth. The smell and taste astonished Kat. She expected it to disgust her, but it was actually delicious. She liked eating pussy. Before Kat knew it, her tongue buried itself naturally between Heather's folds and tasted the rest of Donald's cum there. Being a virgin, she had no idea what she just cleaned up, but her friend was well aware that she had just given her new student her brother's creampie.

"That milky stuff inside me is Donald's cum, Kat. You just tasted your brother's spunk. How would you like him in your pussy? You wouldn't have to stroke yourself so hard to cum, I believe. Are you ready for incest, or is it too soon?" Heather dared her friend.

"I'm so ready to lose my virginity. I'm no closer to meeting Mr. Right in spite of myself. Maybe I need Donald to get me over the hump. Well, I need Donald and you. Just please, don't tell my future husband whenever I meet him," Kat pleaded with Heather.

"Well, for the guy that I have in mind for you, he won't mind at all. You need to change your notion of 'Mr. Right'. I know a guy who'll marry you and will be perfectly okay with you carrying on with both of us. You won't have to give this up at all," Heather assured her roommate.

"Who's that?" Kat asked incredulously.

"You'll find out in time. For now, however, in or out? Obey me and let your brother fuck you, or else the deal is off and you can stop eating my sweet pussy," Heather demanded.

"No, I want to eat you out and I want to let Donald have sex with me. Or should I call it 'fucking'?" Kat complied with her teacher.

"Fucking is much better and so is your improved attitude. For from now on, at least until we agree that you don't need further training, show me more respect than you have. Call me 'Mistress Heather', except when we're in the wrong kind of company. Is that understood?" Heather insisted.

"Yes, Mistress Heather," Kat yielded.

Kat would do anything to have Donald fuck her while she got to lick this delectable cunt on her face. She couldn't have ever imagined acting so perverse just hours ago, but Heather had located her inner hussy. Her girlfriend was born to entice people into sexual depravity.

"Oh, Donald, your sister needs you for something urgent!" Heather opened the bedroom door and called out to her new lover.

"Right away, babe," Donald went along with the plan, knowing that Kevin had approved it so far. There was no reason to think that he would object to this.

When Donald entered Kat's bedroom to see his sister eating Heather's pussy and obviously masturbating (the covers were off by now), he was harder than concrete. How in God's name had Heather so easily seduced Kat? They planned an elaborate ruse and she had caved without any effort at all. His sister must be a slut in disguise, a thought that excited him greatly.