Sisters Bondage

In three hours I'll be in the office giving a big presentation. We're making a pitch to a potential client and we're hoping to close a deal soon. I work in advertising, by the way. As I finish my coffee, I notice a pair of white panties on the edge of the couch, the sun shining on the bright fabric. Chloe. I'm ashamed to admit this but Chloe is my daughter and these panties belong to her. Her undergarments have become a fixture around my house.

Mornings of a big presentation are when I rehearse, but that feels impossible looking at her panties. I can practically smell them from here, which is embarrassing to admit.

Let me tell you how it started.

In high school she sang in an acapella group. By the age of 23 she turned her passion as a vocalist into a career as a music teacher. She works with kids, even doing private sessions. Fiery red hair. Blue eyes. That innocence and zest for life. Of course, as I've learned, there's more than meets the eye when it comes to my daughter.

Her 'turn' was triggered by the Khan sisters. Identical twins with Pakistani parents, whose father works in tech. They'd known each other since high school, singing in the same acapella group and they remained friends ever since. Where my daughter pursued music, the Khan sisters went into the STEM field and they're still in grad school.

What happened was the Khan sisters dipped their toes in the world of internet porn before taking the plunge. No faces, but their bodies are so similar that they could promote themselves as sisters and that appealed to a large audience. Social media and amateur porn sites worked to their advantage.

Eventually that found its way to Chloe and seeing the forbidden ignited something in her. She watched videos of the Khan sisters every night before bed. The sisters, without showing their faces, flaunted how identical their bodies looked, wearing the same outfits, then standing side by side naked. Their nipples are the same shade of dark. Black almost. She considered each video a window to the darker realms of pleasure.

With that in mind, Chloe isn't the angel she seems; she has hidden kinks no one knows about. For months, she'd been visiting a female domme in the downtown area, enduring whips, spanks, and light flogging until she climaxed. Her interest in BDSM was fueled by her desire to explore her body since living on her own.

One day, under her domme's strap, eyes closed, she had a deviant epiphany that made her squirt across the studio floor.

That was the moment she turned her attention toward her twin sister.

Casey

xxx

The presentation went smoothly and we're in an Indian restaurant having lunch to unwind. Men have their collars loose and women let their hair down. The woman sitting next to me is Maria, we've been friends for years and she's an awesome graphic designer, but when she wraps her lips around a piece of naan, her red lipstick reminds me of Chloe.

When we get back to the office, I sit behind my desk and take a breather. I'm half-tempted to lean back in my chair and rub myself between the legs, but people are returning from lunch and the walls are glass. Perhaps I'll do it in the bathroom later.

Let me tell you about Chloe and her twin sister.

Then you'll understand why I'm so hot and bothered.

In the months following Chloe's newfound fantasy, a spark had been lit under her. She was no longer a woman who worked a normal job and released tension with a domme, she became a woman who needed more. At work, in the gym, meeting with friends, in the back of her mind were the Khan sisters.

And over time, thoughts of her own twin sister manifested. Her name is Casey and their personalities are a lot alike, although Casey is known for having a cynical personality with a cute bob cut. At family parties or lunch at my house, I noticed Chloe gazing at her sister more often, with a different kind of affection.

In hindsight, perhaps I should have seen the signs. But then again, how is any mother going to suspect that one sibling wants to fuck the other?

A plan was hatched where Chloe would make a move while Casey was in a sensory deprivation tank. Those are found in certain spas where a person can lay in a small tank filled with water, heated to skin temperature, providing buoyancy so a person can float. It was something Casey did to nurse a minor back injury from high school sports years ago.

Not that it makes it better, but Chloe struggled with this plan for weeks. She's not some psycho or someone who does things impulsively. She's tried explaining it to me multiple times, begging me not to hate her, and I've tried my best to see her side of the story.

It happened on a weekend early morning. Chloe knew her sister spent an hour in the flotation tank. She knew the whole routine because they'd talked about it before. Her heart pounded and she had second thoughts. By no means was this an easy decision. But if everything worked out, she'd get to experience the highest of sexual euphoria, but if it went wrong, she'd have to beg for her sister's forgiveness.

Chloe entered the room like she was an employee, nice and casual, so her sister wouldn't suspect a thing -- then she entered a new world. She closed the door and saw the deprivation tank with the electronic features activated. It made a low, humming noise. She saw her sister's clothes placed nearby which meant that her sister was nude in the water.

When she approached the water tank, there was Casey, naked in all her glory, floating blissfully unaware, with erect pink nipples and a full bush.

Chloe told me exactly what she thought during that moment, looking down at her sister's naked body. 'What would happen if I touched her? How would she react?' It was the million dollar question and there was only one way to find out. She gazed at her sister's nudity. It was like an offering. A gift from the gods to reward her lifetime of good deeds.

To this day, I can only imagine what went through Chloe's mind, but against her better judgment, she touched her sister's thigh. Her hand grazed up to the crotch. From what I'd been told, Casey didn't resist because she thought it was a 'courtesy' from the staff. Not that they'd provided sexual services before, but there are undeniable erotic vibes in spas and massage places.

From my understanding all that happened in that room was fingering. Chloe used two fingers deep inside of her sister to produce an orgasm, the same way she'd do for herself, finding the g-spot and stroking there. I guess she wanted to see if her sister was built the same way downstairs. Apparently that's the case.

After the orgasm Casey opened her eyes expecting to see a young female employee, only to see her twin sister instead. Horrified would be an understatement. How exactly is a normal young woman supposed to feel realizing she's been made to orgasm at the hand of a twin sister?

There wasn't screaming. There wasn't shouting. Casey exited the tub and put on a robe. They had a heart-to-heart conversation, and while Chloe didn't exactly apologize, she was forthright with her thought process. I don't know the exact details of their conversation, but that was how it was described to me.

After leaving the spa in a state of confusion, it took three weeks before Casey agreed to speak with her sister again. They reconnected on a phone call at night and laid it all out. There were intimate revelations, laughter from old memories, some tears, and the conversation ended with them masturbating while listening to each other breathe. They eventually started sending nude pictures to each other.

xxx

As I'm leaving work, a friend from the accounting department stops me and hands me a formal invitation to her eldest son's wedding. We hug and I congratulate her on the great news. I can see the pride in her eyes. She's asking me to bring my famous mousse cake. I say, of course, and I decline her offer for payment.

Part of the reason we're so close is because we can relate to each other in ways other people can't understand. I have two kids, she has three. We're both middle-aged and single. We have the same taste in film and tv shows, which gives us plenty of conversation whenever we catch something new.

Now the difference between us couldn't be more stark. While she's planning her son's wedding, I'm grappling with everything that's going on in my family life. Everything about her screams ordinary, meanwhile I'd lose my job and standing in society if people knew a fraction of my secrets.

After agreeing to supply my famous cakes for free -- though she keeps insisting she'll pay -- we share another big hug and go our separate ways. When I get in my car, I have a sudden urge to masturbate thinking about my dark secret. But I don't. I can't. Public masturbation is unbecoming for people like me.

I get home and change my clothes. It's warm today so I'm wearing a simple tshirt with cotton shorts. One of the perks of living alone is that I can wear nothing underneath and walk around my home relaxed, but still, it's better having people to live with.

The sun is coming down and I've got leftovers heating on the stove and cable news on tv. I like having dinner at the dining table while facing the tv, switching back and forth between the news and the Food Network.

Let me tell you how I got lured by my daughters.

One thing I have at home is plenty of space. They wanted to use my living room for that reason. Something to do with dance routines and ropes and tying things down. My understanding was that Chloe was practicing for the dance classes she taught. I was thrilled that Casey was interested and going along for the ride.

They both have the keys. During that period they came over while I was at work, then left before I got back. A few times, instead of taking their stuff with them, they'd leave it in the living room, either on the couch or below the coffee table. Sometimes there'd be a blindfold or clamps, small clothes, but there was always rope which was rolled in a perfect circle. I figured modern dancing had changed so much that I didn't bother to ask, in hindsight, I should have.

One time we had a weekend lunch together at my place and I noticed they were closer than usual. I mean that in the physical and relationship sense. When they helped make pasta they liked to giggle, at one point Chloe bumped her sister with the side of her hip. During the meal their eyes would lock and have that little twinkle. I was glad that whatever dance practice they were doing brought them closer together.

"Are you still afraid of massages?" Chloe asked.

Casey had already left and it was just us. We were outside and she stood by her car door. I wasn't surprised she'd ask because she's very into the body. Chloe, more than anyone else in my life, makes sure that I'm getting my daily steps, doing whatever kind of workout, especially as I'm getting older.

"It's not that I'm afraid of massages. People I work with visit that spa. And I don't want to be seen wearing a robe."

"We'll be discreet. There's this new masseuse who works miracles and she's there early in the morning. Pure magic, trust me."

"She must be good for that kind of praise."

Chloe flashed the biggest smile. "Best hands I've ever felt in my life. You'll see."

"I'm busy."

"The appointment is next Saturday at 7 am. I have a free discount because of how much I spend. Now you're out of excuses."

A week later she picked me up in her small electric car around 6:30 in the morning. She's normally grumpy in the morning, not that day. She was her talkative self and I could sense the air of excitement coming from her.

In the spa, she went to her room, I went to mine. The room was serene with dimmed lights, the morning sun peeking through the window, and gentle music played in the background. The employee was a bright young woman who instructed me to get naked and lay face down on the massage table. She left and said someone would be with me shortly.

After a few minutes of assuming that vulnerable position, the door opened and closed, someone had entered with soft footsteps, which let me know it was a delicate young woman. No words were exchanged. I heard the woman prepping with oil and while the relaxing music still played.

Oiled fingers grazed my back after everything was ready and I thought it was odd that she didn't bother covering my butt. But her fingers felt lovely, exactly what I needed during that period of my life. The technique was off and I could feel the inexperience, but what that employee lacked in experience, she made up for with a sensual touch. The full force of her hands went across my neck, shoulders, all the way across my back.

I didn't say anything when she touched my sides and even my butt. Who was I to tell that employee how to do her job? Plus it had been a long time since anyone had touched me there.

When her hand went between my legs, I was about to clench or give a soft protest, but I didn't. I let it happen. Two oiled fingers slipped inside and I moaned. I've never been sexually pleasured in a spa before and I've certainly never paid for sex. That moment, to be clear, was an exception.

My only hope was that the employee was discreet. As the fingers went inside and I allowed her to bring me to the edge of a hot orgasm, I remembered that this employee was recommended by Chloe with such enthusiasm. Had those hands also been inside my daughter? It must have been the reason my daughter pressured me into this.

If I'm being honest with myself, there's something about sharing fingers with my daughter that was so enthralling. Both of our sexual parts pleasured by the same woman. It's like sharing the same vibrator only more personal. I pictured Chloe laying on this very same massage bed, fully nude, enjoying the same weekend orgasm.

For better or worse, I imagined Chloe and Casey coming here together and getting finger-fucked in different rooms. It would explain why they've been so giddy lately, and why they've been spending so much time together, even though their personalities have always been different. Before that day, my biggest fear was that they'd grow apart as adults, but something like this, I could see, would bring them closer than ever before.

I had a massive orgasm on that massage table thinking of Chloe and Casey being finger fucked in the same room, a different employee working their private parts, them listening to each other cry, or perhaps looking at each other. Or even holding hands while sharing such an intimate bonding moment.

Not my proudest orgasm, but an intense one.

My whole body shivered while the employee kept fingering and I made a giant wet mess where I laid. She didn't stop until I finished. And yes, I kept thinking about my daughters getting that treatment together in the same room. I know it's bad, but we all have our secrets, and that was mine.

When the employee pulled her hand away, I could have sworn I heard the sound of her licking her fingers clean, followed by the sound of lips smacking, but I wasn't sure. And I was too ashamed to turn around and look. She'd made me cum, the last thing I wanted was to show my face.

She washed her hands and dried them with a towel.

"Reach inside my purse," I said. "Grab $200 for a tip. You can leave after. Thank you."

The employee didn't say anything. I heard clothes ruffling, then I heard my purse open and close. She left soon after.

I got dressed and left the room, walking briskly past the ladies at the front desk, hoping they weren't gossiping about me. I texted Chloe that I was around the plaza and we met after her appointment finished. She thought it was strange that I waited outside. I noticed a mischievous grin on her face along with a faint glow. Had she had an orgasm as well?

Chloe dropped me off at home and the first thing I did was take a shower to remove the rest of the oil. I didn't feel guilty about letting some young employee give me an orgasm. Would I go back? Probably not, I didn't want to have that kind of reputation amongst the staff. My main concern was, did Chloe pay that employee to finger me?

I dried myself after a shower and walked around nude in my bedroom looking for clothes to wear. I was in the mood for something light and loose given my relaxed state.

My purse sat on the counter and I wanted to see how much money the employee took. If she took the $200 that I offered.

When I opened my purse, inside was a pair of white cotton panties. That explained the ruffling of her clothes I heard before she reached inside my purse. I rubbed my fingers against the soft fabric and I even smelled it. How lovely it smelled. My nose pressed against where her vagina was. She was aroused during that massage, I could tell.

Upon taking a closer look, I realized that not many women wear this kind of panty, especially not young women these days.

Except for Chloe.

She had a longtime preference for cotton panties, plain white or with little heart shapes on the front. A few years ago when she moved out, I remember helping her pack her things, and for sentimental reasons I helped pack her clothes, even those kinds of panties.

It was a sudden epiphany and I walked naked to the living room with the panties in hand. Seeing the ropes and other harmless items that could be used for tying now took a different meaning. What had she been doing with her twin sister? If she had taken me to the spa to get fingered, it's within reason that she's doing the same with her twin sister. And these ropes? I imagined them around Casey's arms and legs and breasts. There are all sorts of ways to use ropes sexually.

Going back to my bedroom, I grabbed my phone and texted my daughter.

Me: Can we talk?

I sat naked on the bed and waited for a response.

Chloe: Sure want me to call?

Me: Id like you to come over

Chloe: Something wrong?

Me: The panties left in my purse look familiar

There was a long pause, I waited for minutes.

Chloe: I'll get there before lunch okay?

When she came home, there was a tense look on her face and she gave me a tight hug at the doorway. She brought her lips to my ear and whispered, 'I'm sorry,' then she pulled back and tears were forming in her eyes. Whatever was happening, I sympathized with her. I always do.

Over a quick pasta meal we sat down and she explained everything from the start. It wasn't like an exhibitionist form of storytelling, she didn't get off revealing the story to me. It was more like catharsis. She was desperate to explain this to someone who wouldn't judge her, someone to validate her innermost thoughts, no matter how dark or twisted. She told me about her bondage background, the Khan sisters, and everything that happened with Casey, sparing me the gratuitous details of their sex acts.

And yes, she confessed to being the employee who fingered me earlier.

By no means was she proud of that. And she was prepared to face the consequences of her actions. But I wasn't mad at her. How could I be? My daughter had just bared her soul to me and was ready to accept however furious I could be. We finished our meal and I told Chloe that I didn't approve, but I wouldn't judge her either.

"Do you have a picture?" I asked. "I know it's a horrible idea, but I want to be sure this is real. I need confirmation."

Chloe nodded and reached for her phone and swiped through her picture gallery. She showed me a picture of Casey topless with red rope tied around her upper-body and around her breasts. There were clamps on her pink nipples and a chain connecting them. Her precious eyes were looking right at the camera.

The picture was taken in my living room. The couch was behind them, so were the curtains which were wide open on a sunny day. Anyone outside could have seen them if looking hard enough.

Seeing my dear Casey in such a vulnerable, sexual state was never something I thought I'd see. That one picture showed me more about their secretive sides than I ever could have learned by having weekly conversations with them over lunch.

Another picture showed Chloe behind her bound sister, standing over her and squeezing a breast. From the look of things, she had spit on her sister's nipple as well, with wetness dripping from the tip. That's not a discovery any mother wishes to make.

I swiped through a few more pictures, not wanting to see the more intimate details, but wanting to see how it ended. Casey was laying on the carpet with her body and breasts still bound, with Chloe laying next to her, kissing her on the mouth, sharing a moment of tenderness to close their bondage session for the day.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"Nothing I say will stop this, will it?"

"Not really."

She hugged me and there was a silent agreement between us that their incestuous relationship would continue -- I didn't support it, but I didn't condemn it either. I felt I had to live with it to avoid destroying our family. People are the way they are, and from those pictures, my daughters are good people who happen to be highly sexual with a shared bondage fetish.

Life went on as normal. We still had family lunches at my house. During lonely nights I masturbated thinking of them. I thought of the pictures and different scenarios from my imagination. I thought of them at the spa. Sometimes if I was horny enough, I'd masturbate in my living room to unwind from a long day at work, thinking of what they were doing on the carpet.

One day Chloe texted me, 'We'll be using your place for a while to practice, thanks mom!' and I was expected to carry on with my work as usual. There was something about my mood that made me yearn for more. Maybe it was pent-up curiosity or a hormonal cycle. Maybe it was simply my love for them. But I had the urge to find out what they were doing, to see it with my own eyes.

We had finished an early meeting and I was ahead of schedule, so I had time to head home and drive back to the office before lunch. The car ride was filled with anxiety, dirty images and scenarios running through my head while waiting at each stoplight.

Chloe's electric car was parked in the driveway and Casey was parked on the street. I parked a bit further down to avoid letting them know that I had arrived. I walked slowly to the doorway, not wanting to make loud footsteps, and I inserted the key and opened the door in a swift motion.

Both were nude in the living room with their bodies bound in red rope with the most intricate designs. Their bodies tied, their breasts tied and squeezed. But it was Casey who was bent over on the floor and leaning her arms on the couch, and it was Chloe who was behind her, fucking her with a strap-on.

They froze when they saw me, not having a backup plan for my surprise arrival. Casey was beyond horrified being caught in that submissive and penetrative position. Chloe was also embarrassed, but it was when she eventually smiled that I closed the door and entered the living room so we could have some privacy.

"Did you want us to stop?" Chloe asked.

Honestly, of course I wanted them to stop. A large part of me, anyway. That's the most obvious response to any mother, the most natural maternal instinct, but at that point in my life, I had a different mindset than the average mother. I don't know, perhaps I'll never know.

I approached them at a casual, non-threatening pace and sat on the couch, on the other end from where Casey was leaning and being penetrated, giving them space, but also wanting a closer look.

"Keep doing what you're doing," I said. "If it's okay for me to watch, I'd like to see this."

"Yeah, ummm, we can do that."

Chloe resumed her movements, her hips thrusting into her twin sister. Casey wasn't shocked that her sister was fucking her, but that I was watching this, making her cheeks blush with burning shame. Her eyes met mine as her body rocked back and forth. She accepted that she'd been caught.

Sitting there was an out-of-body experience and I remember feeling every emotion under the sun. The sight of my beautiful daughters like that was unsettling and raw. The red ropes contrasted their light skin and pink nipples, each knot and loop was a statement to Chloe's artistic binding. The way Casey's body moved with each push, her breasts swaying, tied and accentuated, was mesmerizing. They have the exact same color nipples, by the way. My heart pounded, not just from the sight of my daughters fucking, but because I knew our family would never be the same. How could things ever go back to normal?

xxx

I'm looking over the latest promotional campaign with my team. We're working with a renowned jewelry line and the project is called "Ties that Bind" which I had personally named. We had one other idea for the project, but last minute inspiration pushed me in this direction.

There are four people in my office and Raymond is explaining the photographs on a large screen. Close-up shots of various nude women wearing necklaces and gold bracelets and ankle chains. Red rope binds their body parts together. No faces or actual nudity are shown, this is about adding a touch of eroticism to sell a product.

From what I've told you, you can infer that these ideas were sparked by my daughters, but the people I work with don't know that. They think it's random ideas I created. If this advertising firm becomes aware of what's happening in my home, I'd lose my job and all my friends here would block me from their contact list.

Raymond keeps on talking.

My mind wanders to last month when Chloe and Casey both ate me out for the first time. It was last month in my living room when Chloe finally convinced me to observe them do breast bondage. I sat on the couch watching them take their clothes off while the curtains were open and daylight was shining. Their pink nipples seemed to glow under the natural light. Their breasts are almost identical, in addition to having the same colored nipples.

Chloe tied her sister's breasts with precision, perfect symmetry on each side to create geometric shapes, causing the breasts to turn red and push forward. The nipples became swollen. Chloe instructed her sister to do the same in return, which seemed easy for them after months of bondage training.

Instead of playing with each other, which was the agreed upon plan, Chloe asked if I'd be okay taking my pants off. I guess it was a matter of time before they'd ask and we all knew it was headed in that direction. Whatever the case, I agreed and they removed my pants. No point in fighting the inevitable because my daughters always win. And because of my growing comfort with taboo sex. Everything came off from the waist down. They were on their knees and my legs were spread. They stared. They peered inside curiously when they parted each of my thighs. I could barely look at them, so I looked at the suburban view through my window, but they had no problem looking at my wetness.

Chloe, of course, took the lead and went first, bringing her mouth to my sex with a boldness that sent a shiver through me. Her warm lips were tentative, exploring something that should be forbidden, but her experience with incest showed. Her tongue traced my sex while Casey watched and fingered herself. My arousal surged and I pulled Chloe's head forward, giving her permission to eat me out, to violate me, and she did it like it was her solemn duty.

They took turns, going back and forth, fueling the turmoil in me. Chloe's confident, rhythmic licking was in contrast to Casey's softer, teasing exploration. I mentioned before that even though they're twins, their personalities are different, and that difference was highlighted in how they pleasured me.

As sublime as it felt, I never lost sight of them being my daughters. How could that ever leave my mind, no matter how good it felt? That's when I understood them fully, why Chloe had pursued this for the last several months, why Casey had gone along with the bondage experience. That kind of forbidden sex gave adventure to their otherwise safe lifestyles. I understood it. Being eaten out by them gave new color to my ordinary world as well.

"So... what do you think?" Raymond asks.

I'm snapped back to reality and put a smile on my face, as if I'd been paying attention the entire time. I look at him, I look at the photographs on the screen of light bondage on various women's bodies. Then I nod because I'm pleased with everything.

"Fantastic work. Really fantastic. You went above and beyond what I expected."

The meeting in my office ends on a positive note. Some get back to work, others hang around the open space lounges and have coffee. I head straight to the bathroom, put a seat cover on the toilet and begin to masturbate. Given my current state of horniness this shouldn't last long.

Not everything about my family has become degeneracy. We're still a normal, loving family, perhaps closer than most. My daughters visit more often. I love cooking for them because it's such a nurturing act. Except now, while I'm in the kitchen prepping a salad and roasting a chicken, I can hear the sound of them fucking in the living room, their loudness dependent on the size of the strap-on Chloe had brought. I can hear the spanking and squealing noises they make from tight bondage. Instead of kissing on the cheek, we've started kissing on the lips. A way to say 'thank you' for something is by eating the other person out.

Instead of telling me that they 'love' me, the way normal daughters do for their mother, they remove my clothes and tie my breasts and body and worship me as I'm tied to my bed. My legs spread-eagled. Them switching places, either between my legs or sucking my big nipples. Their mouths serving me. A normal 'I love you' would always suffice, but they prefer doing it that way.

As expected, my orgasm is swift and my toes curl and my legs are stiff. I take a moment to recover, then I start to pee before going back to work. I still wonder if Chloe's bondage and incest fantasies have made our lives better or worse. We try to make the best of it now that our lives have changed. We try our best to maintain normalcy. Please don't judge us harshly.

I wipe myself, flush the toilet and wash my hands, then go back to the office.

The End

Story by Blue_Gator

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