Salacious Sisters Ch. 13

I've known Ursula Ditko for years. She grew up in my neighborhood and when I first met her, she was a high school student. About a year ago, she went off to college and I didn't really expect to see her again anytime soon. Then she dropped out of school and came back home.

"Did you hear?" my sister asked. "Ursula got into a big fight with her dormmate and now she says she's dropping out of school. I wonder what the fight was about."

"Does it matter?"

"I thought you and Ursula were friends. Don't you care about her?"

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I'm about seven years older than her. She and I ran in different social circles before she went off to college. And after she left town, I kinda forgot about her."

"Well, that's not very nice of you."

I shrugged my shoulders again, and then Holly insisted that we go pay Ursula a visit and try to see what was wrong. "Maybe we can cheer her up. At the very least, we should let her know that she has our support."

I agreed to accompany my sister on her mission of goodwill. I got dressed in casual clothes, a pullover shirt, jeans and sneakers. I wasn't dressing to impress anybody. It was just a social visit. I didn't need to look my best to convey sympathy or solidarity or to provide a shoulder to cry on.

When we arrived, Ursula's mother answered the door. Ursula was a legal adult now, but she didn't have a job or a steady income of her own, so when she came back home, she returned to the one place where she could live rent-free. Of course, Mrs. Ditko was a congenial woman, and people had an easy time getting along with her. She greeted my sister and me warmly and ushered us back to Ursula's room.

"Hey, Ursula," my sister said. "How's it going?"

Ursula was a tall, skinny girl. With her long arms and legs, she used to be awkward and was constantly bumping into people or knocking things over, but when she got up and came towards us, she moved with the grace of a dancer or an athlete. I guess her time away at college had changed her.

"I've been better," the teenager responded. Holly gave her a hug that went on for quite a while. When it was over, Ursula seemed slightly less deflated. Holly gave me an impatient look as if waiting for me to hug Ursula as well.

I wrapped my arms around the tall, skinny girl and we hugged it out. I didn't know what was troubling her, but she seemed to find it comforting to be embraced by my sister and me.

"I'll be nineteen in two weeks," Ursula countered.

Holly gave the teenager a look and retorted, "And in two weeks, you'll still be underage. Legal drinking age is twenty-one."

"Well, then, I wanna hit someone. Can you take me to a bar, so I can get into a fight?"

"That sounds like a bad idea as well," I commented. "Maybe there's something else we can do."

There was a long, awkward silence and then Ursula said, "Is it possible you could help me get laid? I used to have incredibly kinky sex with my dormmate, but after the fight we had, we're not even on speaking terms anymore."

"Incredibly kinky?" Holly asked, as she looked from Ursula to me and then back to Ursula again. "We might be able to help but just how kinky are we talking about?"

Ursula blushed and avoided eye contact with my sister and me. I guess she wasn't accustomed to talking about her sex life. Holly and I waited patiently, and eventually the teenager started talking.

"She couldn't cum unless she was tied up," Ursula began.

When we didn't laugh or act outraged, she found the courage to continue. "She viewed spanking as a form of foreplay. I thought that was weird at first, but she has a cute butt, and the way she squirms her hips when I spank her is super sexy. I got to the point where I'm addicted to having her squirm over my lap."

Ursula was clearly uncomfortable talking about the details of her sex life. I tried to put her at ease by saying, "Spanking as a sexual kink isn't all that odd. Lots of people do that."

Then Holly broke in and added, "Hannah gets spanked every day. You should see the way she squirms! It's spectacular!"

"Holly!" I snapped at my sister.

"Well, it is," Holly countered. "You can't appreciate how awesome it looks because you're staring down at the floor, and you can't see your own butt."

It was my turn to blush with embarrassment. I gestured wildly with my hands and said, "I meant, you shouldn't be telling Ursula personal details about my sex life! She's just a kid!"

"She's not a kid," Holly countered. "She'll be nineteen in a couple of weeks."

I stammered, trembled and felt my face grow hot. Ursula may be an adult now, but I remembered her as a kid in my neighborhood. It felt wrong and humiliating for her to know that I went over my sister's lap for spanking sessions. And since these were sexual in nature and Holly was my sister, Ursula now knew that I was in an incestuous relationship.

A lesbian, BDSM incest relationship.

I groaned and gave Ursula a brief glance to see how badly she reacted to this revelation. Much to my surprise, she was smiling broadly. She seemed to approve of my kinky lifestyle. She turned to me and said, "I think that it's cool that you get naked for your sister and get spanked by her."

"You do?" I asked. "Most people would say that having sex with your twin sister crosses some sort of line."

Ursula raised her eyebrows at me and said, "I'm not most people. And besides..."

Ursula's smile broadened as she took a step closer to me and added, "You're one of the sexiest women I know. Your sister Hannah is also one of the sexiest women I know. The two of you together take sexiness to the next level. How could I disapprove of that?"

My sister struck a dramatic pose with her hands on her hips and said, "Well, Hannah I think I know what we have to do to cheer Ursula up. Take off your clothes."

My heart pounded urgently in my chest. Stripping naked for the entertainment of my teenage neighbor was a humiliation I hadn't anticipated. And yet, as humbling and degrading as it was, my submissive instincts kicked in and I grabbed the hem of my shirt. I had the garment raised up, exposing my toned abs and my breasts when Ursula said, "No! No! Wait! Not here!"

Holly's brow furrowed in confusion, and she said, "Why not?"

"My mom keeps popping in here to check on me," Ursula explained. If she pops in and sees Hannah naked, I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do. My mom doesn't know that I'm gay, and her catching me with a naked girl in my room is not how I want her to find out!"

Holly and I both gave Ursula looks of acknowledgement. It can be hard being gay in America. In countries like Iceland, Norway or Sweden, being gay is no big deal. But here in America there's a huge stigma attached to homosexuality. So, a lot of us keep our sexuality hidden, even from our families.

So, Holly suggested that we take Ursula home with us. We could have privacy there. There'd be no risk of Ursula's mother walking in on us.

"That sounds like a great idea," Ursula said and before I knew it, the three of us were out the door and headed to my home.

We got home and Ursula was giving me a hungry look, like a predatory cat about to devour a delicious rodent. I could remember back when Ursula was a gawky, awkward, flat-chested teenager, and now she was a dominant female that Holly was inviting into our BDSM sex games.

I never saw this coming. I mean, how could I? How could anyone have foreseen this? And within seconds of Holly and me arriving home, my sister gave me an expectant look and said, "Okay, Hannah. Strip!"

I took a deep breath, pulled off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. With everyone watching, I unsnapped the front of my jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down to my ankles. Ursula watched every move I made closely, with a hungry look in her eyes.

I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pushed the flimsy garment down my hips, then stepped out of them when they got down to my ankles. Ursula's eyes seemed riveted to my vulva. Perhaps she was surprised by my lack of pubic hair, or perhaps she was staring at my pubic area for prurient reasons. Whatever the cause, I felt my face heat up with embarrassment when I saw her blatant interest in my exposed pubic lips.

"The shirt and bra too," Ursula said. "I want to see your boobs."

I felt a surge of embarrassment and vulnerability, but I obeyed. It felt odd taking orders from a teenager, but I pulled my T-shirt up over my head and then Holly helped me unfasten my bra. When I was fully naked and exposed, I thought about what Ursula was seeing, it made me feel humbled, embarrassed and aroused.

"You look amazing naked," Ursula said with an enraptured smile on her face. "You're even more beautiful than I'd imagined."

She was transfixed.

Her eyes traveled up and down my naked body, taking in my thighs, my exposed vulva, my sculpted abs and of course, my naked breasts with my conspicuously erect nipples.

Ursula was no longer some awkward, skinny teenager. Now she was a dominant lesbian, with cruel authority over me. I embraced this idea, and I felt a dark, delicious throbbing in my sex.

"Would you like to touch her?" Holly asked and I trembled with indignation. Holly was taking humiliation to the Nth degree. I struggled to keep still as Ursula moved closer, reached out, and cupped one of my breasts. It was mortifying to be groped by my teenage neighbor, and I flinched slightly at her touch. Then the blonde teenager placed a hand between my legs and cupped my visibly swollen pubic lips. I let out a girlish yelp as I felt her fingers clutching at my pudendum and I squirmed in a shameless manner.

"She feels delightful, doesn't she?" my sister asked. "I know. I'm infatuated with her too."

Both Ursula and my sister were infatuated with me, but it wouldn't save my ass from a stinging, unfair punishment. Ursula was told to stop exploring my body so I could go over my sister's lap for a spanking.

"Twenty-five swats," my sister said, "She hasn't done anything wrong. So, I think that ought to be enough. This is just a demonstration to show you how sexy my sister can look when she's spanked."

I groaned slightly. Holly acted as if she were being kind, but twenty-five swats across a naked girl's bottom could still sting, especially when delivered by an experienced sadist like her. And with Ursula watching, it would definitely be embarrassing.

Holly had a strong right arm and the first spank that came down on my bare bottom was sharp and stinging. The second spank came rapidly after the first and it stung fiercely. I cried out in pain and reflexively squirmed and writhed across her lap as Ursula watched.

It was a humiliating and painful punishment, and I soon began to sob. I kept my ass up in the air and my palms flat on the floor, but I was unable to keep my legs from kicking and my hips from writhing. I sobbed and my body twisted and floundered in agonizing pain as my bare bottom was mercilessly reddened.

"Aahhh! Aaahh! Unnhh! Aahhh! Holly! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

I cried out in mindless pain as my poor bottom was abused. The spanking eventually ended, but not until after I had totally debased myself in front of Ursula and forever demoted myself in her eyes. I used to be respected by Ursula, but now she saw me as a lowly, naked girl who could be spanked for the flimsiest of reasons.

Ursula helped me up off my sister's lap and held me close, allowing me to cry on her shoulder. Ursula pressed her clothed body intimately into mine and I could feel my sensitive nipples grow even harder as they brushed across the fabric of her shirt.

When we broke from the hug, I rubbed my sore buttocks to soothe away some of the sting from being spanked. I have a high pain tolerance and soon I stopped sobbing. Ursula gave me a wicked smile and said, "That was so beautiful."

I gave her a sheepish smile and said, "Thank you."

"I hope this doesn't make me sound like a cruel, heartless bitch, but it was so much fun watching your sister spank you, I want to get in on it myself. Would you forgive me if I spanked you next?"

I was already sore from the spanking I'd gotten from Holly. Getting another one so soon would mean serious suffering, but my submissive instincts kicked in and I found myself agreeing to go over the teenager's lap.

The three of us ended up in the bedroom. Ursula sat down on the bed, and I trembled slightly as I crawled over her lap. She grabbed me around my slender waist and pulled me into position with my head down and my ass way up in the air.

She rubbed one of my naked buttocks in her hand and said, "This is so kinky. I can't believe you're letting me do this."

I gritted my teeth and braced myself as she fondled my poor, punished bottom. While she felt me up, she showered me with compliments. She spent several minutes complimenting the firmness of my glutes and how attractive they looked sandwiched between my slender waist and my athletic thighs. At one point I was lying limp like a rag doll across her lap, and then there was a loud CRACK and a sharp, stinging sensation as Ursula's strong right hand swatted my vulnerable hindquarters.

My whole body shuddered, and I tensed up. With my buttocks already sore, the spanks hurt much more than normal. The pain was staggering, and each blow stung my naked skin more than the blow that preceded it. I writhed and bounced across Ursula's lap, and cries of pain soon escaped my girlish lips.

I must have been quite a sight. Face down over Ursula's lap, my ass in the air, stark naked, wriggling and bouncing as my innocent backside collected painful pink and red handprints. The sharp slaps of Ursula's stern hand continued to sting the curves of my ass and the backs of my thighs until I was sobbing uncontrollably.

From the way my bottom was stinging, I could tell my ass was rapidly turning red. I attempted to remain in position across her lap; however, the pain was so severe that I found myself kicking my legs uncontrollably and writhing with each blow. I cried out in pain and was soon sobbing as I was spanked repeatedly, Ursula's strong right hand catching the sensitive underside of my bottom near the delicious crease where the lower curve of the buttocks meets the backs of the thighs.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!"

I moaned and squirmed and kicked, but she held me tightly around the waist and kept me from squirming off her lap. She spanked me harder and harder. I sobbed; my hips squirmed and I made a degrading display of myself as my poor bottom was wickedly assaulted.

I was twenty-five years old, and I was being spanked by a teenager. Being spanked by someone so much younger was an extra added humiliation and thinking about that caused me to squirm even more.

When the spanking finally ended, I felt a temporary sense of relief, but then Ursula pulled out her phone and began taking photos of my reddened ass.

"Ursula!" I protested. "What are you doing?"

"Your butt is even more beautiful after it's been spanked," Ursula said admiringly. "I want to capture this moment. I want a permanent record of the beauty of your punished, perfectly shaped ass."

I whimpered but did nothing to stop the teenager as she took photos of my poor, abused, stinging buttocks.

Holly fetched a bottle of therapy lotion and stood over me. She smiled at Ursula and explained that she needed to rub therapy lotion into my skin now that my ass was all red from multiple spankings.

She uncapped the plastic bottle and squirted a generous glob of therapy lotion into her hand and planted herself on the bed, kneeling over me.

"Oh! Ow!" I exclaimed as my sister rubbed the lotion into my wounded bottom. I think she was trying to be gentle, but my ass was so sore that even a gentle touch hurt.

"So, feel any better now that you've spanked Hannah?" Holly asked my teenage neighbor

I whimpered and panted as Holly's hands rekindled the pain of my recent spanking. I twitched and trembled at her touch, and then Ursula replied. "I feel much better. Thanks for letting me do this."

"Next time you're feeling blue, drop by for a visit," Holly suggested. "Maybe I'll let you spank her again. We can call it therapy."

I was pretty sure this wasn't the sort of activity that was normally defined as therapeutic, but Ursula swore by it. And Holly thought the idea of allowing our teenage neighbor to spank me was just delicious and oh, so kinky. She couldn't wait for the next time Ursua decided to pay us a social visit.

I bit my lower lip and squirmed as my sister continued to rub medicinal liquid into my skin.