When Jennifer next awoke, she didn’t understand why her throat ached. Had she been in such a daze that she’d not waited for the tea to cool before drinking it? Must’ve been that, right? She had a gauzy remembrance of walking into the kitchen, intent on starting the kettle, and then… then a blank spot. A hole.

Jennifer giggled, then groaned at what she’d just giggled at. That was just like her these days, getting weird about things. Still, she must’ve had her tea because she felt energized this morning. She stretched and pulled in a deep breath, a contented smile spreading over her face. It was like the weight of everything — her guilt, her shame, and especially her stubborn arousal from the day before — had been lifted from her. Something within her told her she didn’t need to hold onto that anymore.

It was useless to feel those things about her situation because she’d come to a resolution of sorts: Cole was a good woman. Strange, certainly, and not someone whose values and lifestyle accorded with her own Christian values; but Cole was, nonetheless, an upstanding person who’d not done anything wrong or untoward to Jennifer. The rest could be navigated. Maybe she could eventually get Cole to see reason and repent for her wicked ways. Forgiveness was Christian, after all, and it was far past time that Jennifer stopped acting like Cole following orders was a choice. She was a military wife, for Heaven’s sake! And what military wife didn’t understand that their spouse had to follow the commands given to them. That went double for commands given to them in a time of wa—

Jennifer froze, her toes barely grazing the floor as she sat on the edge of her bed. Had she just…? Gosh, what a silly thought. Cole wasn’t her spouse. Cole was a woman, first off! And Cole was part of the rebellion that had taken her actual spouse before forcing her way into their home while she was still grieving! And she felt… Okay with that.

Was it ideal to have an enemy soldier quartered in your home? No. Of course it wasn’t. Did it make feeling sad about the loss of her husband more complicated? Yes. But was she attracted to Cole? No. That’d be silly. That’d be so silly. She couldn’t be attracted to a woman because… Well, because she hadn’t been! Mostly. And it’s not like it was wrong. Okay. Fine. It was wrong and sinful, but there was a lot in the Bible that maybe didn’t make the most sense in modern day. Maybe it was okay to be a little flexible with the rules that ran her life?

Jennifer shook her head. What was wrong with her today? She was having all sorts of weird thoughts, and it was like there was a fuzziness she just couldn’t shake. Sighing, she pushed herself up from the bed and made for the bathroom. As she headed for the door out into the hallway, she pulled off her pajama top and tossed it in the hamper. Then she did the same with her pajama bottoms. It was only after she got to the bathroom that she realized that she’d never done that before. Not ever.

Certainly not when John was home. It would’ve been licentious. Lewd, even. And provoking a man into impure thoughts was dangerous, but Cole? Cole could be trusted. She knew that above anything else. Cole would be fine to be this way around because Cole was good to her. Cole looked out for her.

Like a good pet! Because that’s what Cole was, right? Yeah, she was a ‘woman’, but she was a pet. Hounds were pets. And someone wouldn’t feel weird undressing in front of their dog, so why should she feel uncomfortable undressing in front of Cole? There. That made sense. Jennifer unclasped her bra, and then slid out of her panties. She found them to be soaked, which was annoying. She’d have to do more laundry after having just done a big load the night before when she cleaned Cole’s clothes.

When she’d snuck a peek of that impressive weapon Cole had, too. Jennifer let out a giggle at the thought. She really should feel bad about it, but she just couldn’t seem to today. “And it’s not like I did anything about it!” she reasoned to herself.

“But you wanted to,” came a voice. It was hers, but different. Sultrier, somehow. Freer and all the more libidinous in the way it addressed her. Jennifer spun around, trying to figure out where it came from… before her eyes landed on the mirror. There was something wrong with how she looked. It was like a magic eye puzzle that wouldn’t resolve itself; and in the disorienting blur that descended as she continued to stare, she felt someone else staring back at her. Me. She felt me.

I hadn’t meant to give voice to what was going on. I wanted to stay small. Stay hidden. Somehow, I worried that she would have to the power to make me go away again. To make me sleep. Or worse, that she’d get so freaked out that some part of her would chip off and become something else. Instead, she just stared. At me. At us. Then she cocked her head, shrugged, and got into the shower.

That was close. Being perceived like that was weird. But at least she hadn’t talked to me. That would’ve been… Something? I dunno. Jennifer turned the knob to the shower, feeling the cold splash against her skin. It reminded me of last night, after Cole had face-fucked me. Despite not having much of a choice to take her load, and being unabashedly greedy, some had still slipped down my chin. Thankfully, none of it got on Jennifer’s precious clothes. She’d have really lost it if that was the case.

Still, for all my wanting, Cole didn’t take my begging for her to fuck me hard seriously. Instead, she pushed me off and told me to have a good night. That left me with a stomach full of incredible cum and a desperate need to get off. Thankfully, the shower had a detachable head. And damn if that pulse setting didn’t really—

“You seem naughty,” Jennifer said, the words amplified by the acoustics of the shower’s ceramic tiling. Who was she talking to…? “I’m talking to you. The me from the mirror.”

“What?” The word slipped free before I could reel it back in.

Jennifer shrugged. “You seem naughty.”

What? What was one supposed to say to that? “I… am,” is all I could think to respond.

An innocent grin spread over Jennifer’s face. “Are you the reason my throat is sore?”

Fuck. What the fuck was going on? “Yes.”

Jennifer’s eyes glinted with something puckish. “S-so was it, um… good?”

“Jennifer… I’m not gonna…”

“It’s Jennie, and like… why noooooot?”

“Because it’s too mature for you, and as your older sister I—” Older sister? Older sister. I was her older sister. “I want to make sure you want this before you, y’know… do things. I want you to feel safe.”

Jennie hugged her arms around her waist, swaying back and forth as she pressed her thighs together. “I know, but I’m curious and stuff. N-not that I wanna, o-or anything!”

Cute. Jennie was just too fucking cute for me to ever consider being tactful. “Are you suuuuure about that?” What kind’ve big sister would I be if I didn’t teach her as I teased her?

“Stoooop!” Jennie whined, shaking her head.

Ooh! Interesting. I reached out and felt Jennie cede one of our arms to my influence. “Little sis wants some hound meat on the side, huh?” I slid our arm down across our navel.

Jennie stamped her foot. “You’re being so mean to me!!” If she wanted our hand to stop moving, she could’ve. And she didn’t. Instead, our fingers slipped ever closer to that needy cunt of ours.

“That’s not a no~” I crooned, my words laden with all the incestuous, teasing meaning I could manage. Jennie let out a cute little “hmph!” Gosh, she was gonna look so fucking cute when she finally got dicked down by Cole. “I think…” My hand teased the down her thigh, and Jennie shivered despite the hot water cascaded down her lithe, nude form. “That you want big sis to teach you how to touch yourself as you think about your ‘gallant knight’ down the hallway.”

“Nno. She’s just pretty is all!” Jennie protested, wrenching the hand away from my control just as about I was about to graze her clit. “I have to get clean,” Jennie said, turning her focus to washing her body. She refused to engage with me further. That was fine. We both knew the truth, anyway, and it’s not like her girlish denials would’ve persuaded me.

Grooming my little sister was just too fun, and (if the way Cole handled me like a fucktoy was any indication) it was gonna be exquisite when Cole finally let loose on Jennie.