Past Loves Ch. 04b: Hasina and Bekt

As the Pharaohs Do

Memphis. Modern day Giza Governate, Egypt: 1331 BC

It was the height of summer, and anyone with any sense was sheltering indoors while the light of the sun god above baked the world below with the heat of an oven. The air was filled with the scent of dry river mud, camels and hot sand, all of which was gently overlaid with the smell of the incense burning in a small brazier nearby. As nobles, sweet pungent herbs were thankfully one of the many luxuries that Hasina's family could afford. She currently rested on a long reclining couch, lightly coloured linen clothing draped loosely around her while a pair of slaves wafted the warm air over her with large fans. The movement of the air over her sweat-beaded skin gave the barest relief from the heat, but still she suffered.

It was on days like today that Hasina wished she could just lie in a bath of cool water all day long like a crocodile. Sadly that was not to be, as at that moment she was interrupted in her relaxation by her step-sister Bekt entering the room. The two of them had been related by name alone for around six months. Hasina's father, a rich nobleman, had married Bekt's mother, a rich noblewoman, after their respective partners had died in a spring sickness. The joining of their two families of course meant that Bekt and her mother had moved into the male patriarch's abode and Hasina had gained a new sister.

The two of them had gotten on well. Very well, in fact. The girl was charming, gregarious, well spoken and above all utterly stunning. She was an instant hit at the palace court and despite herself, Hasina found that she was incredibly jealous of her new younger sister's popularity. Before her arrival, Hasina had managed to form at least a few tenuous friendships with the other young nobles. Social interaction and ladder climbing was not her natural forte and she had to work hard to even be noticed most of the time. But the way that Bekt just showed up and was instantly relaxed, friendly and witty with everybody made Hasina's blood boil a little with impotent rage. She didn't hold it against her new sister, or at least she tried not to, but she still sometimes felt like she now existed in her shadow.

Also, although she had a hard time admitting it to herself, Hasina was seethingly jealous of her step-sister's body. They were not entirely unalike in appearance but where Hasina's legs were long and shapely, Belks were even longer and shapelier. Her arms and legs were like the willowy branches of a long limbed tree, moving and gesturing with such effortless grace. And her hands too, delicate and manicured to perfection, whereas Hasina was never a natural dancer and was often clumsy with her movements. Bekt's hair too was a perfect straight jet black, cut short to just below her jaw line, framing her sculptor-crafted pointed face in a visage of loveliness. Hasina's hair had always been more brown than black, and no matter how many cosmetics, oils and conditioners she put in it, always resorted to being a frizzy curly nest unless she kept it contained in tight braids. Her face was pretty enough, she supposed, although her nose had more of a pronounced hook to it than Bekt's and her features were softer, with fuller lips, which was a good thing, and a higher forehead.

The overall effect of standing next to Bekt was to make Hasina feel like an uncultured swine in comparison. She mostly managed to keep her jealousy under wraps because despite her feelings for the girl, the two of them got on really well. She had a playfulness that defied expectations and somehow Hasina could never quite tell what the girl was thinking or just what she would do next. She was fun and she had a way of teasing Hasina that made her frustrated but happily giddy at the same time. She felt lucky to have inherited a step-sister like Bekt, someone that she could truly be friends with. But every time she looked at the girl, her stomach turned over just a little with envy and something else that was almost like desire. Did she want what Bekt had? Or did she want to be... with her?

For her part, Hasina hoped that Bekt was completely oblivious to how she felt about her. Many years at the pharaoh's court had taught her how to hide her emotions well. Emotions could betray you easily in such a cut throat world, like a snake coiled around the arm. No matter how she felt about her sister; jealousy, envy, or... something else, she had resolved to keep it to herself and bury it in some dark deep down place inside her.

Hasina shook such thoughts out of her head as she looked up at Bekt from her lounging couch. Today her step-sister was wearing a floor-length pale grey dress which hugged her slim hips and waist nicely while leaving her arms, shoulders and back completely exposed. She had a cocky smile on her face which always made her look ten times more beautiful than before and once again Hasina felt that cold-hot snake in her stomach squirm.

'Sister darling,' Bekt said in her intentionally over-the-top courtly sing-song voice, 'it's time we were headed to the palace. The afternoon attendance is due to start soon and we don't want to miss the announcements of this season's planned outings.'

Hasina sighed inwardly, the endless formalities and ceremonies of the pharaoh's court could sometimes be extremely tiresome. But as a daughter of an important noble house she was expected to take part. And sometimes the dances, river cruises and hunting trips could even be fun, especially if Bekt was there to liven things up, which was something that the girl did with great enthusiasm.

She lifted herself from the couch and dismissed her fanning slaves with a wave before slipping her arm into her step-sister's and making their way down through the house to the waiting palanquin outside. Even the smell of her was enticing, a fragrant mix of jasmine, honey and flower petals all laden over a savoury natural body scent, barely detectable except when standing this close. Of course Hasina had access to the same luxurious scents as anyone else in the family, but somehow Bekt always knew the exact combination of aromas that fitted one another perfectly. It was infuriating.

The two of them made their way to the carrying palanquin that waited for them outside their house and gingerly stepped inside. It was certainly not fitting for two noble daughters of a prestigious household to be walking through the streets of the city. Such things were the realm of the peasantry and lower orders of the kingdom. They had slaves to carry them where they needed to go and keep them out of the shade while they did it.

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The ride to the palace was thankfully not too far and they weren't bothered behind the thick dark curtain which covered both sides of the box they rode in. The two of them lounged beside each other on the soft cushions as the six slaves that carried them navigated the dusty crowded streets of the city around them. For the most part the two of them stayed silent, each lost in their own thoughts and watching the city and its people pass by through small slits in the draped fabric surrounding them. The temperature inside was uncomfortably hot and Hasina was very aware of the warmth of Bekt's body beside her, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat. Her sumptuous perfume also filled the small contained interior and made Hasina feel almost dizzy to inhale it.

In the gloom inside the palanquin Hasina was very aware of Bekt's soft breathing beside her, the only noise that could be heard in their little corner of contained darkness moving through the chaos of the city streets. Her breathing was soft and slow, comfortable and relaxed. After a few moments Hasina felt Bekt rest her head gently onto her shoulder, in a familiar and friendly gesture of contentment. For a moment Hasina considered waking her, the hot stuffy interior of the box was uncomfortable enough without Bekt warming her further with her body heat. But at the same time she felt that elusive unattainable twist in her stomach that was both fear, excitement and contentment all at once to have Bekt being so close and comfortable with her.

After a few moments it seemed as if Bekt had fallen briefly asleep, her body rolled loosely with the movement of their palanquin and her breathing was even slower and deeper than before. Hasina rolled her eyes and was forced to wrap her arm around her to stop her from falling sideways out of the bier. As she did so, she felt her step-sister unconsciously nuzzle into her shoulder like a tired child.

Through the gap in her curtain, Hasina could see that they had reached the large covered courtyard lined with palm trees outside the palace. As their bier was gently lowered to the ground Bekt roused a little and in her sleepy state mumbled something soft, before placing a couple of affectionate kisses on Hasina's exposed neckline. Hasina instantly blushed red at the touch of her sister's lips and looked away in embarrassment as the younger woman roused from her brief nap with a contented stretching sound, perhaps completely unaware of Hasina's reaction. Or perhaps not? Has she done that on purpose to rile her up and embarrass her on purpose?!

'Oh are we here already?'

Bekt sighed cheerfully as she swung her legs out through the curtains and blinked in the relative brightness of the outside.

'Did I fall asleep dear sister?' She mused with a cheeky smile, 'I swear that every time I get in one of these things it's like I am just a babe in arms being rocked gently to sleep again. Especially when there's someone comfortable to snuggle up with.'

Bekt gave a friendly smile to Hasina as she said this, which she returned, although she was still reeling a little from the kiss that Bekt had inadvertently placed on her neckline. Her step-sister seemed even more playful and mischievous than usual today. What was she up to?

The inside of the palace was thankfully much cooler than the blasting heat of the city outside. The high ceilings and massive shuttered windows allowed the warm air to flow to the top and leave the air near the bottom of the rooms feeling wonderfully cool after the summer heat. Drinks of cellar-cooled wine and beers were being carried around by slaves as the various nobles from houses across the city began to gather in the throne room. Hasina helped herself to a glass as she looked around for other nobles that she recognized. There were many here of a variety of ages and stations, from children barely old enough to walk by themselves in the company of their regents, to aged humpbacked old relics that could remember the time even before the current pharaoh's father's father's reign. Those of Bekt and Hasina's age were a relatively small part of the court, often there to represent their parent's interests and also to make connections for when they themselves would take over the family holdings and businesses.

Hasina saw that Bekt was already talking to several other young men and women that she knew fairly well and she wandered over in their direction to join the conversation. As she approached, Bekt turned to catch her eye briefly and shot her a knowing wink, which she shot back conspiratorially before smiling sweetly as she joined the circle. She was just in time to catch the edge of a question that a young man with a thin wiry beard called Atef was asking.

'What about you Bekt? Is there anyone at court that you would want to enter into 'negotiation' with?'

Hasina could guess at the meaning of what Atef had been asking, she could see the way that he looked at her sister with almost pleading eyes and a barely concealed hope for something wonderful. Bekt however was more tactful than the question asker and just laughed politely before replying,

'Oh, I'm sure I couldn't possibly say. There are so many choices when it comes to 'negotiation' of contracts. But I'm sure that my father will have such things arranged in due time.'

Not to be disheartened however, Atef ploughed on with his questioning.

'Sure, sure. But if you were able to choose. Is there anyone who you think would make a good 'negotiation' partner?'

He raised his eyebrow in a 'you know' kind of way, one which Hasina could tell he hoped would elicit a specific response. Bekt however was not about to be hooked on his fishing line and, feigning ignorance, simply squeezed Hasina's arm before replying with an innocent smile,

'Oh I don't know Atef. I suppose my beloved sister here would make a wonderful negotiation partner. We so often want the same thing after all, and I'm sure that we could easily come to a family arrangement.'

Hasina nearly choked on her cup of wine at this and blushed deeply before shooting a bemused look at her step sister. Bekt just kept smiling, and continued to behave for all the world as if the innuendo had sailed right past her head like a low-flying bird. Defeated, Atef moved the conversation on and Hasina didn't hear any of it because of the embarrassed blood that was pumping in her ears and the feeling of Bekt's soft hand on her upper arm. The girl really was in a mischievous mood today, what was her game?

She didn't have much time to consider it however as at that moment there was a great blaring of trumpets and beating of drums which announced the arrival of the Pharaoh himself into the throne room. First came the royal guard who filed onto the dais that the throne sat on, then the royal attendants, finally followed by the ruler himself, the young boy king Tutankhamun himself. He was a short bent-backed skinny creature who walked with a cane and was, by general consensus, agreed to be incredibly ugly. But who cared about looks when you were descended from the sun god Amun himself and ruled over the whole world from north to south, east to west.

The boy reached his massive carved throne and collapsed into it with a nervous expression on his face. Hasina had been in attendance when the young pharaoh had first ascended those steps to be crowned and the long wait as the poor child had struggled to mount each step had been awkward and painful to watch. Now, no more than half a year later, Tutankhamun had yet to grow into his father's throne and remained dwarfed by the mighty ancient stones surrounding him.

A royal announcer stepped forward and pulled out a long scroll of parchment which they unfurled before clearing their throat to read in a high monotone voice,

'Let it be known that on the third day of Paoni, His Glorious Majesty, Tutankhamun, The Strong Bull, One Pleasing of Birth, One of Perfect Laws, He Who Pacifies the Two Lands, The Living Image of Amun, shall hereby be wed to the Royal Princess Ankhesenamun, She who Lives for the Aten. Their noble union will secure the noble lineage for the dynasty and all future dynasties to come. Hail the great Pharaoh Tutankhamun, and bask in his never ending glory!'

As was expected of them, the nobles gathered in the great throne room burst out in rapturous cheers and applause. From behind a curtain at one end of the throne dais stepped the princess herself followed by several basket carrying slaves who threw handfuls of multi-coloured flower petals in her wake as she moved up to stand beside her future husband. She was a thin waifish looking girl of around the same age as the king himself. Maturity had yet to fill out her features and body and she held herself more like a defeated slave girl at the hands of her captors than as a prospective future queen. There were many sour glances directed towards her from a lot of the other marriageable aged young women in the room. Hasina imagined that many of them would have jumped at the chance to be wed to the Pharaoh himself, as ugly and young as he was, a queenship was not something to be turned down lightly. But as usual the royals had decided to keep it in the family. Princess Ankesenamun was not only the young Pharaoh's half sister but also his deceased father's own wife, daughter and niece all at the same time.

Although many in the kingdom saw these ancient marriage practices as archaic and repugnant, there were others who saw the merits of keeping power and wealth within one's own family. Amongst the nobility at least such things were more acceptable, if not sometimes seen as the natural way of things. After all, the great gods Isis and Osiris had been full blood brother and sister.

Hasina turned to look at Bekt standing beside her and noticed that the girl was also looking down at her with a peculiar expression on her face, a mixture of smug amusement and impish mischief. Hasina frowned up at her with a furrowed brow as if asking 'what?' In reply Bekt merely leaned down to whisper something in her ear over the applause of their surroundings.

'Well if they can do it...'

At the same moment Bekt's hand subtly slid it's way down Hasina's back before gently pinching at her left buttock in a decisively provocative gesture. Hasina had to hold back a squeak of surprise at this new and bizarrely forward move from her step-sister. The two of them had often teased each other and engaged in casual flirtation, but never before had either of them stepped over that line into actual physical intimacy. Hasina could feel her cheeks flushing redder than ever before and she was unable to look at Bekt who had returned to clapping along with the rest of the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Her head was a whirl of confused thoughts, emotions and desires. What in the world was Bekt playing at?! Was this some new form of playful teasing to both mock and entice her? Or was she really suggesting... what Hasina thought she was suggesting. If it was all well and good for the Pharaoh to wed and bed his sister, then why shouldn't they...? She felt overwhelmed and a little faint and as the applause died down slightly she began to make her way clumsily to the edge of the crowd to try and get some air, leaving Bekt behind.

The applause now died down and the Pharaoh rose shakily and the announcer cleared his throat again.

'In celebration of the engagement, there will be a great feast upon the royal barge with...'

Hasina didn't hear the rest of the speech as she reached the edge of the room and made for a small passageway that she knew led to a balcony where she could get some fresh air and try to master her feelings.

Once outside Hasina looked out over the palm-tree filled gardens that lined this side of the palace building and the walls beyond. She felt a light but warm dry breeze on her face and tried to steady her breathing a little. She appeared to be completely alone out here, which was good because she had no desire to be witnessed in her fit of emotional turmoil. The small snaking creature that was part envy of Bekt's good looks, part desire for her body and part affection for her smile coiled its way out of the dark place that she had stowed it and overwhelmed her. She gripped the edge of the balcony, closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. If only she could tell her sister how she felt, perhaps she would understand?

She didn't notice that she was no longer alone on the balcony until she felt the warmth of another human being standing beside her. She opened her eyes with a start and felt her coiled emotions perform another twist as she saw that it was Bekt who had come out to join her. She didn't know where to look, at her face, now fixed in an expression of concern. Lower down at her chest so that she didn't have to meet her eye, no that was no good either. She settled for staring at the floor and folding her arms across her chest nervously, unsure of what to say.

The silence was thankfully broken by Bekt making the first move and she reached out to take Hasina's chin and gently pulled her face up to look at her.

'Hey,' she said softly, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you in there, I just thought...'

She paused, clearly a little uncomfortable herself, and she looked around for just a moment as if searching for answers on the horizon.

'I just... I see the way that you look at me sometimes. I know that you see me as more than just a sister. I know how you feel about me, and I just thought that if I made the first move that you would be able to... to let yourself go a little.'

Bekt's words hit Hasina in the chest like a thrown javelin. She knew?! The whole time?! She had thought that she had been so subtle, kept her feelings hidden, kept them deep down dark inside, when all the time they had been coiled around her wrist for all to see.

'You know, how I feel...?'

She asked in a quiet nervous voice as she stared up into Bekt's dark caring eyes.

'I do. I'm sorry that I broached it like this, I should have never done it in such a public place. But, I want you to know that I don't think that it's weird, or strange or anything, because... well because sometimes I feel the same way about you too...'

Hasina's heart was now beating very fast, she came over flushed and weak all over again, but this time it was with a feeling of excitement and hope filling her heart up with hope.

'You feel the same way about me?'

Her voice was quiet, barely daring to utter the question for fear that it would ruin the moment. In reply, Bekt smiled and took another step towards her, reaching out her hand to gently take hers as she stared down into her eyes.

'I do. You're fun and beautiful. We have a great time together. But I can always tell that you're holding something back from me, and I recognize it because sometimes I feel like I have to hold the same thing back from you too. I know it's not what our parents would want, but I don't care any more because I'm sick of hiding it, I'm not good at it like you. I'm so glad that our parents were married, because if they hadn't then we never would have met. I want you Hasina, I want to be with you. The same way you want me.'

With this admission finally said aloud, Bekt leant her head forwards and placed a gentle, tender kiss on Hasina's lips. She tasted like savoury wine and smelt like her wonderful jasmine and honey perfume. Hasina was utterly overwhelmed by her step-sister's confession and couldn't do anything other than fully melt into the kiss. As she did she felt all of the tension and fear that had been holding her body wash away as she relaxed gratefully into Bekt's embrace. She could barely believe that the moment had finally come, it seemed like some wonderful god-sent dream, one that she didn't want to wake up from. For one extended glorious moment the two step-sisters stood on the balcony with the warm breeze on their skin, holding one-another gently as their lips touched in a chaste wonderful kiss.

Finally they parted very slightly and Bekt giggled nervously a little as she cast her eyes over each of her shoulders, to make sure that they weren't being observed.

'Let go back home.'

She whispered softly in Hasina's ear before taking her hand once more and leading her back through the crowds towards their waiting ride. Hasina practically skipped beside her with happiness as they scurried out of the palace and leapt happily into the palanquin that would take them home. Bekt quickly drew the curtains completely shut behind them before turning back to Hasina and staring deep into her eyes once more in the faded gloom of their private interior. They began to shift and move around them as the slaves picked them up and as they did their heads leaned in once more, their lips slightly parting and their tongues lashing out into the other's mouths in a long full-mouthed kiss. With gentle pressure, Bekt pushed Hasina back onto the cushions lining the box and then straddled above her, looking down into her eyes from above like the sky goddess Nut herself.

Hasina could feel her heart fluttering in her chest like a bird in a net. Her skin prickled at the feeling of Bekt's fingers lightly brushing over her bare arm skin and her cheeks felt flushed with the glorious feeling of kissing this woman that she had desired for so long, that she now discovered also desired her in the same way. A small quiet part of her mind told her that she should stop, that this was wrong. Bekt was her sister, well step-sister, what they were doing wasn't the path they were expected to take. But that voice was utterly drowned out by the sensation of her lips kissing their way down her cheek and neckline, nibbling softly on her skin and leaving ripples of sensation. It was all that Hasina could do to keep from moaning out loud in pleasure as Bekt bit down slightly on her tender neckline, sending tingles of pleasure trembling over her body.

At the same time Hasina tried to reciprocate by wrapping her arms around her step-sister and holding her close. Their legs intertwined and she reached one arm up to wrap around her waist, while at the same time her other hand reached up to cup lightly on one peach sized perfectly rounded breast. She heard a gentle sigh of enjoyment from above as she reached her hand into the dress covering them and gave a gentle twist and flick at the hardened nipple she found there. She desperately wanted to tear the beautiful garment off of Bekt and see her naked form for herself, but that would have to wait for a little longer.

The firm but tender pressure of Bekt lying above her and the gentle friction of her knee pressing into the space between her legs, caused Hasina to writhe needily into her body. She wanted to feel as close as she could to her, to feel and savour every inch of her wonderful form, buck her hips, and howl and moan under her touch. But she stayed as still and quiet as she could. Although they were hidden from the outside world by two heavy curtains, their voices and movements would surely be heard and felt by the slaves carrying them if they weren't careful.

Apparently sensing Hasina's frustration, Bekt smiled with a mischievous look on her face and licked her lips in a way that just drove Hasina wild with pent up horniness. To silence her, she leaned in and planted another full-mouthed kiss on her lips, burying her tongue deep down her throat. Hasina was so lost in the kiss and the hungry, yearning feeling deep within her that she barely noticed as Bekt's hand slowly climbed up the length of her inner thigh, pulling back the loose fabric of her dress as it rose higher and higher. The first she was aware of it was when she felt a gentle tug at the fabric of her underwear as Bekt's fingers gently manoeuvred into place. She could feel the firm but insistent pressure of her digits cradling her now soaking wet slit in their grip, her thumb raised up to rest at the crux of her hole, just where she was most sensitive.

For just a moment then, Bekt stopped and broke the kiss between them to press their foreheads tenderly together as she whispered softly, so as not to be heard by anyone but Hasina,

'As you sure you want this? We can stop any time you like.'

'Noooo,' Hasina breathed heavily in reply as the palanquin rocked with movement beneath them both, pushing Hasina's hand into her with each motion. 'No, don't stop. I want you. I've always wanted you. Please, don't stop now!'

Bekt smiled happily and met her mouth again with another definitely non-sisterly kiss, while at the same time her two middle fingers explored the sopping wetness between Hasina's lower lips. With tentative exploratory motions she probed deeper and deeper into Hasina's folds, while at the same time her thumb began to perform slow rotations over the bud of tenderness atop the slit. Hasina's brow furrowed and she was forced to pull back and bite her lip to keep from crying out as Bekt's fingers finally sank their full length deep up inside her, burying themselves up to the final knuckle in her desperately aching core. The constant motion of the bier they were being carried in meant that every little jolt and bump caused her hand to every so slightly thrust in and out of her, driving her wild with delayed pleasure.

Bekt raised her free hand to place her finger on Hasina's lips in a shushing motion and Hasina could only lay there and look up at her with desperate frustrated eyes as she nodded her consent. Then Bekt began to slowly crook her fingers deep inside of her slit, their slender tips gently rubbing up and down the most sensitive parts of her inner walls. The pressure and speed of her rotating thumb increased and Hasina bit her lips once more and gripped hard at the fabric beneath the both of them. Her spine arched backwards and her head was thrown back into the pillows. Her cheeks and in fact her whole body felt flushed with heat and beading sweat into the warm interior of their palanquin. The air was suffused with the glorious scent of her own dripping slickness and Hasina breathed it in like sweet smelling flowers.

The palanquin moved ever onwards through the city, around corners and up stairs, down streets and across plazas. There were many others like it moving through and between the other denizens of the massive city, but only in one were two step sisters discovering that they held a passion for each other that transcended siblinghood. Hasina could barely contain herself as stroke upon stroke by Bekt's clever fingers drove waves and waves of pleasure through her body. The feeling of her teeth and lips on her neck, and the wonderful gratifying feeling of her body so close and so beautiful made her want to laugh with joy and moan in pleasure at the same time.

She struggled to control her breathing as every passing moment sent yet more glorious sensations rippling through her. She felt as if she would explode like an overfilled water-skin if she stayed silent any longer, but stay silent she must or risk exposure. Who knows what her father or step-mother would say if they discovered that their daughters were engaged in far more intimacy than most sisters ever should, but it probably wouldn't be words of acceptance.

Despite this trepidation though, the feeling of something wonderful and powerful swelled larger inside Hasina's loins as Bekt continued to thrust and rotate with her fingers and thumb. The motion of her digits were making Hasina feel as if she had never experienced such pleasure before, and never would with anyone else ever again. She had lost track of how long the two of them had been on this journey together, but she knew that they could not be far from home now, she had to finish soon or she would lose this moment of ecstasy for sure.

'Harder...' she breathed ever so softly into Bekt's ear, 'Harder please Bekt, give me what I seek!'

Bekt replied by biting down hard into the tingling skin of Hasina's neck and gyrating her fingers and thumb against her with frantically fluttering speed, like the wings of an insect. The sudden rush of forceful friction drove Hasina right to the edge of her pleasure in rapid time, like a dam that had been slowly leaking water before finally bursting through the brickwork and surging forth.

With one final rolling, heaving, peaked crest of ecstasy the pressure inside Hasina finally broke. Her back and legs arched upwards into Bekt's hand like a bridge over a river, her feet and shoulders pressed down firmly into the mattress below as she threw her head back. Her mouth was wide open in one long stifled silent scream, eyes tightly shut in mind-shattering bliss. Bekt held her tightly in her free arm as she buried her fingers as deep inside her as she could, while never ceasing to flick her thumb across the hardened nub of flesh atop her slit. Hasina's every muscle tensed and she saw sparks behind her closed eyelids as the soundless howl she had let go finally ripped through her. As it slowly subsided, she lowered as gently as she could back into the soft platform beneath her.

Her whole skin was tingling with after-shocks of the pleasure she had just experienced at the hand of her step-sister. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to feel Bekt draw back her hand from her soaking slit and suck every last drop of slick from her fingers. She smiled with delight and reached over to pull her in for another kiss. She tasted the savoury flavour of her own self on Bekt's tongue and couldn't wait to taste what her step sibling's hole tasted like too.

For a moment the palanquin stopped and Hasina knew that this must mean that they had reached home and were waiting for the outer gates to be opened. With one last look and a few nervous quiet giggles, the two of them rolled apart and tried their best to at least try and look presentable to the outside world. After a moment their motion felt like they were being moved inside and then the bier was gently laid down on the floor.

Bekt was the first to step out and she lowered a hand down to her step sister to pull her up too. Hasina's legs felt for a moment that they were about to collapse beneath her, and she staggered very slightly as the two of them began to step back towards the house.

'Haha, my sister has had a little too much to drink at the palace, I'm afraid.' Bekt called out to the door guard, 'I'll take her to her room, don't worry, I'll make sure she's properly taken care of.'

'You already did,'

Hasina whispered to her as the door closed behind them, and Bekt slapped her shoulder playfully as she led her gently towards her bed chamber. Mercifully there was nobody else in the path through the large emptiness of their family home, not even the usual servants, and the two of them were able to stumble happily through the door and close it firmly behind them before collapsing together one more onto Hasina's bed. Their legs, arms and lips all intertwined once more as they rolled with abandon from side to side on the sheets, breathing one-another in, in wonderful privacy.

Finally Hasina was able to let out a gentle moan and gasp of delight as Bekt ran more kisses up and down her neckline. She responded by pulling desperately at the ties which currently held her dress on, before tugging away the loose fabric to reveal the magnificent naked form beneath. While removing her own clothing, Hasina marvelled at the incredible sight that was her step-sister's body. The long shapely tanned legs, the curve of her neck and flat stomach, the firm small soft roundness of her breasts with two dark hardened nipples capping each one like the gold cap of the pyramids.

Bekt too looked up at her with the same needy expression and she knew that neither of them could wait any longer. Without waiting to be invited, knowing that it was implicit, she knelt down before the supine form of Bekt like a supplicant praying before a statue in a temple.

Hasina thought that if there was a statue in the likeness of her step-sister as she was now, lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a wanton expression on her face, then that god would have the most popular following in all of Egypt. There would be queues from one end of the city to the other. But thankfully, instead, she was all hers, and hers alone.

The heady heavenly scent of Bekt's waiting slit filled Hasina's head with the same excited rush as her kiss earlier had. It was utterly gorgeous to behold, a dark mound of flesh, split by the dewey slickness of her inner lips, a small tuft of dark wiry hair crowned the whole thing like a patch of trees atop a hill and Hasina knew that she had never beheld anything so beautiful in all her life. But she didn't have time to wait and enjoy the view as she felt Bekt's hand reach up and gently intertwine her fingers into her hair, drawing her inwards to the feast that awaited her there. Eager to accept, Hasina opened her mouth wide and took the entirety of her step-sister's slit in her mouth.

A soft sigh escaped from Bekt's lips as Hasina began to feast on her, her tongue licking up and down, encouraging the lips apart with each stroke of her tongue and tasting the deliciousness of her insides. The hand continued to keep her in her place, although she had no intention of retreating, she had every intention of making Bekt feel as good as she had just made her feel. All of the pent up frustration, shyness and jealousy for this woman melted away and all that was left was a hot passion for her.

She revelled in the soft mewls and moans that she heard from above her as she continued to lap at her, starting slowly and gently but then starting to plunge deeper and lick harder as she went. The firm tip of her tongue flicked over the hardened nub at the crux of her, which caused Bekt to moan and buck her hips slightly up into her with each lap. This, Hasina used to drive her wild, returning to the tender bud only after every third or fourth lap of her tongue, driving her into the edge of frustration and unsure of what was coming next.

'Oh Hasina, my darling!' she heard Bekt moan through gritted teeth, 'Yes! I can't believe I waited so long to tell you how I felt, I should have told you the moment I met you. If only I'd known just how good your tongue feels!'

Hasina could not reply as her mouth was currently completely filled up with Bekt's delicious mound. She just focused her attention and efforts on her most sensitive spot and began flicking her tongue back and forth across it from left to right as hard as she could. The breaths and sighs from above turned to cries and deep moans of pleasure as Bekt too arched her back and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

'Oh Hasina, yes! Darling sister! If you keep doing that then you're going to make me... ohhh!'

That was all of the encouragement that Hasina needed and she beared down harder still on the tight tender bud of Bekt's pleasure as she lapped and flicked her tongue repeatedly across it. The sounds of licking and sucking and the moans of female pleasure filled the room along with their combined scent. The sloped bed rocked under the motion of both of them gyrating back and forth into one-another, and Bekt clawed at the fabric involuntarily as Hasina continued to mercilessly devour her.

Hasina felt her tongue going numb with the effort, she felt the sweat beading on her skin but she didn't stop for even a moment, not allowing her sister to pause for even a single breath. Her cries grew louder and louder and shorter and shorter until at last she threw her head back and grasped Hasina's hair with both hands, forcing her mouth into her with everything she had.

Hasina was momentarily suffocated by the full mouthful and pressure of Bekt's climax bursting out of her. There was a small splash of delicious sweet liquid, like the juice bursting from the inside of a ripe fruit, which she lapped up greedily, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. She felt Bekt's body writhe and thrust as the pleasure contorted her every muscle, her mouth and eyes wide agape.

Slowly, surely, the pressure subsided and Hasina felt the fingers release their grip on her hair, she came up gasping for air and sucked in two grateful lungfuls. Bekt lay prone and utterly ruined on the bedsheets before her, her legs akimbo and her once perfect sleek black hair a mess of long strands behind her head. Her makeup had run down her face as tears of joyful pleasure had run from her eyes. Her breathing was just as fast and desperate as her own, and the soft sheen of sweat glistened beautifully on her skin.

With slow gentle movements, Hasina came down to lie beside Bekt, her head resting gently on her shoulder and her leg thrown over her midriff possessively. She looked up into her step-sister's eyes as they fluttered open and she felt her heart melt just a little all over again as she stared into their warm brown depths, filled with contented happiness and lust.

'That,' Bekt breathed with a contented sigh, 'was incredible my darling sister. We are definitely going to do that again.'

Hasina snuggled into her with a wonderful calm joy filling her up inside, she could barely wait.