En Pointe

Chapter 6: Rivoltade

by MadamKistulot

Tags: #cw:incest #cw:noncon #clothing #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #pov:bottom #sub:female #contemporary #corruption #masturbation #panty_sniffing #shoes #slow_burn

Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2021, and not for reposting or other such uses. 

Chapter 6: Rivoltade

Kelsey woke up after she’d inhaled, but before the scent had a chance to fill her nose.

“Fuck…!” She screamed, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Her whole body was trembling, burning and aching with need for a specific thing that was so wrong she couldn’t allow herself to think it.

She didn’t want it to be true.

She didn’t want to crave her sister’s legs in high heels. She didn’t want to crave to feel along those contours with any part of her body, especially not her mouth. She didn’t want to feel like no matter what she did that desire would only grow worse, were it sated or denied.

More than that, she definitely didn’t want to crave the scent, and the texture, of Vivian’s panties against her face.

Her eyes glanced to the clock by her bed before she could stop herself. Vivian wouldn’t be home for at least another hour at the very least. Even two would be pushing it. Knowing that made her clit twitch and throb, pleading with her to pinch or rub or stroke. If it were that simple then she would have on the spot, but she didn’t even need to try to be sure that would lead to nothing but more need.

She knew her fingers wouldn’t be enough. They couldn’t possibly be enough, not with how powerful of a need she felt. Testing that was too silly a concept to humor.

Even if she didn’t understand how it could be right, the dream felt too real to deny.

If I start touching myself with her panties…

She shook her head, trying again to deny something she knew was true as though that could somehow affect more than her own thoughts. Her hips wiggled, and her toes curled. Her hands balled into fists with nothing impeding them.

The ball was once again in the black, lacquer box beside her bed. Kelsey didn’t seek it out. Her mind was too distracted by her more immediate concerns.

If I do that it won’t solve anything, either…! It won’t stop me from wanting Vivian. It won’t stop me from wanting her more every time I think of her… I’ll just… maybe I’ll cum, but I… I don’t even know if I’ll even be able to manage that..! She whined out, a sorrowful sound of arousal and misery mingled together inseparably. Even if I do… Even if I could cum…

Cumming with her sister’s panties on her face, the scent of her sister’s lust, the illusion of leftover warmth…

She’d envisioned what it could be, what she needed it to be, and it became too much. It was the only thing Kelsey could imagine. Instead of a possibility, or a horrible thing to even envision, it became a necessity.

Instead of convincing herself to avoid it, she’d taken the option of escape off the table.

I can’t… I shouldn’t… but that doesn’t matter…! Kelsey whined, slowly shaking her head. It’s not about what I want. It’s about what I need and I… I need to get a pair of my sister’s panties! I need to smell her, to feel her… it won’t be like doing anything with her, it’ll just be… it’ll just let me indulge this feeling and then… then I can move past this, then I can… then…

She already knew that was a lie, but it didn’t matter anymore. She needed to convince herself to take this one, small, tiny little step. She needed to empower the green light shining in her eyes to overwhelm the rest of her logic.

Without that, she knew she would not be able to find peace.

I can just steal a pair… I can even put it back… or wash them and put them back… I won’t need to replace them with another pair, that will… that should… it might solve everything…! She whimpered. She could feel how flimsy her logic truly was. She could feel the lie empowering the very urges to go beyond what she knew was right.

She still couldn’t bring herself to stop.

It’s not like touching her. It’s not like fucking my own sister, it’s just… It’s just panties…!

Like a woman possessed, Kelsey rose from her bed in a motion too smooth for how desperate and needy her body felt. Without pause she dashed into her sister’s room.

As though it were a carefully planned heist, she moved directly for her sister’s clothes hamper. Tearing it apart, she sent clothing flying through the air. Shirts. Skirts. Socks. She didn’t stop until she found a pair of panties, a pair of panties that she wouldn’t even need to sniff to know they weren’t clean. Maybe her sister had even rubbed herself through them. The stain was unmistakable.

When she found them, she immediately clutched them in her hands like they were talons and ran back to her room. She closed her door behind her, shoved the door clumsily under the knob, and fell onto her bed. One hand was between her legs, and the other was holding her sister’s panties against her face.

Yielding to such a desperate need felt as though it should have granted her some measure of peace. Instead it only twisted her heart with horror and disgust with the same force it rubbed along her clit.

Tears poured down her face as she rubbed herself. Her hips jerked and twitched, but she couldn’t feel that pressure nearing any more of a bursting point than it had in her dream. Her need grew, and the feeling inside of her, the longing, and the craving was certainly stronger… but there was no climax. There was no relief, no release, and no freedom from the need to rub and sniff and stroke and breathe in the warmth of her sister’s pussy left behind on cotton.

I feel like… such a dirty slut… such a horrible sister…! Kelsey grunted, her hips thrusting back towards her hand. She tried to mimic the motions of an orgasm, to squeeze tighter around her fingers, to make herself shudder more and let out a sharper, breathless cry… but it was for nothing. Relief eluded her.

All that she’d accomplished was drawing the remnants of her sister’s musky scent deeper into her nose, rubbing her body raw, and soaking her fingers along with her bed. It couldn’t be said she had achieved nothing, but little of it was of value.

Little of it was anything she would ever be able to admit to anyone else.

I shouldn’t be doing this…! Her face was stained with salty tears. It wasn’t nearly as drenched as her cunt, but she was hardly just red in the face. She was sobbing, yet no less able to stop herself from desperately rubbing, curling her fingers inside of herself as she stroked in search of an elusive orgasm that felt denied to her by the very world itself. I can’t be… doing… nnh… nhhaa…! I need… I need to stop… I need to stop now but I can’t… I need… I need to cum…! I’d lick her panties while she was wearing them, I’d grind my pussy on her foot while she wore heels… if I could just cum…!

Green pulsed across her eyes, and deep inside of her body.

Kelsey screamed as her body was wracked with pleasure. Her eyes shot open, staring into the white-and-blue of her sister’s simple cotton panties as though they were a holy artifact. She could smell her sister’s body as easily as she could feel her own fingers shuddering against her clit. The scent felt burned into her very soul, something she would never be able to forget no matter what happened next.

She could feel the cotton’s soft texture. It was so warm, and while it was from her touch it was just as easy to convince herself that it was the lingering warmth of her sister’s own body. It was as easy to convince herself as it was to smell her own scent of lust that filled the room nearly to bursting.

There was no way she could put the panties back.

Not now.

I’m going to need this again, and then… that time, she might… she might be home! Kelsey shuddered. The tears stopped falling from her eyes, but her face was red from her anguish. I’m going to want this again, and if she saw me… if she knew

Kelsey sniffed at her sister’s panties, and then fell into shameful sobs until she drifted off to sleep. The hand between her legs was still stroking her quivering sex, all five nails glistening and glowing with an unmistakable emerald light. No one could see its influence, but Kelsey could feel it even in her slumber.

Awake, or asleep, there was no escaping its corruptive influence. Kelsey was being changed, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

There was so much farther to fall, but she’d already lost any chance to resist.


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