Sisterly-love

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Exhaling slowly, dodging a flying fist as Elicia bounced around on her wrapped toes, swoop kicking her legs as she toppled over onto her plump ass. Snarling, slapping her hands against the thick, blue workout mats as Elias helped her back up with a quick pat to the ass.

“Pace yourself. Your rushing at your opponent, when you should be studying their body language.” Chris instructed firmly as they paced around us, correcting, praising her movements as she squared her shoulders back with a firm nod. Lifting her clenched fists with a ferocious expression painted across her face, nodding to her while resuming my defensive stance.

After our first night in the new house, we understood her silent turmoil more and how it weighed her down mentally and emotionally, so our inner ‘fighters’ decided a little training and conditioning would help her with mental healing. She may have been brave and happy on the outside, but she was a confused, destroyed mess inside with so many doubts eating away at her vibrance.

Not if we can help it.

Slapping the flying left-kick back with a deflective arm, thrusting her chest back with an open palm as she stumbled back a few steps. Shaking off her stunned shock, adjusting her fighting stance as Ben lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She responded perfectly, keeping her eyes mindful of her surroundings as she elbow thrusted his stomach, slamming her foot into his ankle while rotating her body enough to elbow his temple.

“Good!” Chris and Elias praised her movement as she broke loose from his hold, turning her back allowing me to thrust kick her ass forward. Inhaling sharply as she slammed into the mats with a whimpering ‘ouf!’, snapping her eyes over her shoulder as her right foot donkey-kicked me in the thigh with a growling hiss.

“She’s a fast learner.” Elias laughed in our linked, clapping his hands to signal a ‘water break’ as she flopped over to her back, spring jumping to her feet with a light dusting of her hands.

“Much better Hummingbird. Remember to always be aware of what’s around you and adjust accordingly.” Chris patted her ass cheek with a small ‘yelp’ as her water bottle jostled from her lips, spilling the clear liquid down her heaving, sweaty chest as our eyes roamed every inch of exposed skin.

“I still feel stiff like it’s foreign. When me and Bailey sparred, it never felt that awkward.” Her ombre locks pulled tight in a ponytail, swayed, and flipped with her movements as she grabbed her towel. Wiping away the sweat beads dripping down her chin and chest as her spandex shorts flexed angrily over her plump ass. Drinking in the juicy sight as her black tank peeked from under the blue and white muscle shirt that was stretched and ripped for our tussling.

“We’re ‘stiff’ alright.” Elias grumbled under his breath.

Groaning in our link, feeling my dick harden beneath the thin material of my shorts as we stood motionless, staring at her natural beauty radiating out in waves of pleasurable heat.

‘Moving Day’ was our way of breaking the ice, slowly engaging her into our world of ‘pleasurable pain’ and she responded perfectly. The whole week we have been experimenting with no penetration, but with heightened sensory overload. Matter of fact, before our sparing match this morning, she experienced ‘pleasurable frustration’ which is slowly taking affect as we speak.

“She looks flustered.” Ben chuckled lowly as he chugged his water with a bright smile, causing her blazing hazels to snap up at us as she unwrapped her taped feet.

“Damn right I’m flustered. All four of you are cruel, getting me all hot ‘n’ bothered then stop, thrusting my ass into sparring.” Her growling groan had us smiling triumphantly as the motion sensor dinged through the house, signaling an approaching vehicle in the driveway.

“Got to keep you on your toes, Kitten.” Elias chuckled lightly as we exited the gym, passing by the indoor pool as the front door opened with a squealing Maxine.
Smiling as Elicia squealed by us in a blur, launching herself into Bailey’s arms as John moved around them with two large suitcases in hand.

“Hope you don’t mind the surprise guest, but Texas was lonely without you.” Bailey laughed brightly as they scooped Maxine into a draped arm hug, scuttling into the chefs kitchen. Smiling at them talking happily at the large waterfall island, pinching that juicy ass in passing as Ben tossed out fresh bottled water to everyone.

“Hey guys, hope you don’t mind my visit?” Bailey smiled brightly, chugging down the bottle of water in one breath, sighing in satisfaction as she leaned back onto the white quartz.

“Not at all. Family is Family, and you are Elicia’s sister after-all.” Chris laughed lightly, leaning next to them with a playful shove, looking up to us leaning against the counter.

“SOOO…. loving the new digs. Your folks out did themselves with the design.” She rolled over to her elbows, looking out over the open concept kitchen, living, dining combo with a massive slate-faced fireplace along the front interior wall of windows overlooking the green pastures. Aries, Lady Luck, and Milky Way were grazing peacefully in the main holding pen as Elicia stood, stretching out her squishy curves, twisting, flexing her back out with a slight flinch in discomfort.

“You okay, temptress?” Placing my hand to her taut back muscles as she looked up at us with a bright smile.

Fuck! She’s gorgeous.

“Yep. Just a little tense.” She giggled lightly as Bailey dropped her head back, fanning her raven-purple locks out against the crisp white quartz, smirking at our flirtatious expressions.

“Four mates will do that to you, ya know.” Her words floated from her lips, smiling evilly as Elicia ducked her face behind her hand, shaking in disbelief.

“You need to find a man.” She pointed back at Bailey’s up-side-down smirk, licking her lips with a playful purr.

“Such sisterly love.” We laughed in our link, relaxing back against the counter with amused smiles.

“Why do you think I came to ‘Jolly ol’ England’? To many wanna-be-cowboys back home for me. I want a little flavor to my menu.” She spun over, dry-humping the island, smacking it with a loud screaming moan of mockery. Laughing loudly as Maxine smacked her ass, joining in on the fun.

“Good thing the rooms are soundproofed.” Chris laughed lightly, chugging his water with tilted smirk as Elicia snapped around with a slack jaw.

“Wait! How about we go to the club tonight. It’s ‘Masquerade Theme’ tonight and I have been itching to let loose.” Her silky curves, swayed and swirled through the air as she belly danced over them, hip bumping each one as they twirled and swooped together with floating arms. Shivering in excitement, signaling our cocks to awaken in a thumping groan as we firmly adjusted ourselves with side-glances.

“Maybe we can show her the ‘room’ tonight?” Making sure our barrier was in place before speaking out in our link.

“You think she’s ready for that? We just started breaking the ice this week, but my dick is aching for her warmth.” Elias turned enough so that our temptress couldn’t see the evil smirk forming across his lips.

“We can introduce her, and let her decide if she is ready?” Chris nodded to Ben’s suggestion as the girls helped Bailey with her bags, disappearing down the hall towards the guest wing, leaving us to talk freely.

“Any sign of distress and we call a stop to it. I don’t want her freaking out over what we are about to show her. We explained already about our self-torture, but I don’t think she fully understands what ‘it is’ we really do.” Whispering out so our voices didn’t echo, because the house wasn’t fully furnished yet to absorb the reverberations of the polished granite floors.

“Let’s play with it a little. Show her the pleasurable pain, and if she agrees, then we push a little more.” Elias growled lowly, knowing he was itching for a little more pain.

We were known as ‘switches’, meaning we liked both Dominant and submissive roles, but being subjected to the Underground training brought out our more Dominant characteristics, forcing consent from our Submissives. Ben and Chris thrived on breaking ‘trainees’, sometimes forcing Elias and me to step-in to stop them.

“I’m curious to see what she likes. We have already softly forced her into submission, but the ‘room’ always brings out the inner demons.” Smiling in delight thinking about our temptress suspended from a rack or strapped down while we manipulated her body into sexual bliss, but then again, she could be the one dominating us in those same scenes.

Shivering in a dark rush of euphoria as we nodded in agreement.


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