Meeting Milly, Part 2

Androgyne

That night Milly casually lets slip that she’s going up to her room to do some more studying. Her mother Roberta, Bobbie to her friends and family, is utterly relaxed in her recliner whilst sipping a latte and watching TV. Milly’s normally inquisitive sister, the live wire Claire, is for once lost in texting with friends and not snooping on her sister. Milly sways out of the room without attracting any attention from mother or sister.

In her bedroom she strips down to panties and then dons a flimsy blue crop top that leaves her flat belly bare. Her alarm clock display shows 7. 54 so her timing is good. She sprawls on her bed with her phone besides her on the quilt. The red numbers on the clock’s face seem to take forever to change and when they reach 8.00 Milly looks down at her phone that remains silent.

Through her mind flickers “Surely she hasn’t forgotten after me sending those pictures” and she gnaws at her lip in annoyance. Then she jumps as, at 8.02, her ringtone plays. Her phone’s display shows “Unknown caller” and she taps “Accept” instantly. An attractively husky voice sounds clear in her ear.

“Hello am I talking to Emmeline Derry? This is Miranda Prince calling like I said I would.”

A dark thrill runs through Milly’s body and she coaches herself to be and sound calm and adult.

“Yes this is Milly. Thank you for calling on time and yes I’m alone.”

“Did you think over my offer darling? There’s no way of telling when “Manga Con” will be back in your hometown. Were you planning on attending?”

“I knew it was coming here Ms Prince but the registration fee is a bit too much for me. I mean we aren’t really hard up but there isn’t much money left over for things like a convention.”

“We being who Milly and please stop calling me “Ms Prince” because it makes me sound like your schoolteacher. Make it Miranda or “Tanaka” if you prefer that.”

Milly grins at the idea of Miranda, in that skimpy thong, teaching a class at her school.

“Oh my mum and my kid sister Claire.”

“You have a sister? I hope she’s as delightful as you my dear.”

Milly isn’t about to put her kid sister down and decides to be honest.

“She’s around 2 years younger than me, 11, 12 in a few months, and she’s almost my twin in looks.”

“Oh my two girls that lovely? I must see her soon too. So if your mother gives the go ahead will you bring her along to the convention? You have asked your mother haven’t you?”

Milly gnaws her lip again for a second before speaking. Does she want Claire along? Claire’s not that big a fan of Sonico Manga but she is heavily into assorted cartoons. Maybe she could come always assuming her mum will go for it!

“Well I was waiting till I spoke to you about it. She mightn’t like the idea of me and Claire going off for four days with a woman she’s never met.”

Miranda lacks nothing in confidence or assurance when she sees the chance of squiring not just one, but possibly two, delicious young things around.

“Here’s what you do darling. When you think the time’s right you tell your mother about the offer. Text me when you’ve told her and enclose your home telephone number. You do have a land line phone don’t you?”

“Oh yes of course....Tanaka!”

Miranda giggles delightfully at that title.

“There that was easy wasn’t it Milly? Now you’ve used my name you’re the demon’s slave you know! But anyway what I’ll do once I’ve got your text is to ring your mother and have a talk to her. I’m sure I can bring her round to letting you attend. Also two weeks before the convention I’ve an appointment to visit the exhibition centre there in Sherwood to talk to the management so supposing I pay your mother a call and let her decide if I’m a suitable escort for her daughters?”

“Wow that would be fantastic Tanaka! I’ll text you the second I’ve told her about it.”

“That’ll be wonderful darling. Goodnight for now and I’ll have you in my mind tonight.”

“Goodnight Tanaka!”

When Milly ends the call she has a triumphant smile on her fine and lovely features. She’ll have a hard time sleeping tonight thinking about things!

The next morning at breakfast with her mum and sister Milly breaks her news.

“Mum do you remember that text I got from the website? Well it was big news. I’ve won a completion on there and I’m due some nice prizes. Wait till I tell you about the big one.”

Roberta looks at her slightly flushed and excited daughter over the rim of her tea mug.

“Just don’t tell me you need £15 or something as a “handling charge” for your prizes. There are too many scams being tried on already.”

“Oh no mum I get to pick three Manga prizes and they’re delivered post paid but it’s the big one that’s so cool. You remember me talking about the convention being held here next month at the Sherwood Exhibition Centre don’t you?”

“Of course I do love and YOU remember me saying things are tight and the registration fee was a bit much for the budget don’t you?”

Milly lets her enthusiasm boil over for once. Normally she’s cool and calm.

“That’s the fantastic thing mum. I’ve won a pass for two for the convention and backstage as well. The lady that runs the website says she’ll escort me, err us, around for the whole four days and it won’t cost us a penny. Can I go? I mean it’s a chance that mightn’t come again.”

Roberta gnaws her lip exactly like her elder daughter does when thinking hard.

“I’m not sure love. Letting you go off alone with a strange woman? I don’t like the idea.”

“Well I wouldn’t be alone. I’m guessing you want to come too Claire the clone?”

Milly has decided that involving her almost a twin is a good way to bring more pressure on her mum.

“Sure I do. Why should you have all the fun? Can I go too mum?”

Roberta continues to look doubtful so Milly weighs in once more.

“I knew you’d say that mum and Miranda says she’ll call you and have a talk with you if that’s okay. She also said she’s coming here to Sherwood to have talks with the exhibition centre bosses and she’d be happy to call here so you could ask her anything you like. How’s that mum?”

Roberta sits in silence for a while and both girls know better than to interrupt her decision making. When mum says no things aren’t up for further discussion. Finally Roberta nods briskly.

“Okay fine! Tell her to call me any night after work and I’ll have a chat with her. If that goes well I’ll tell her to pay us a call and if I think she’s suitable the two of you get to go.”

Before the girls can deliver their loud applause and thanks Roberta presses on.

“Now you two are still going to dance practice after school aren’t you?”

“Yes mum! Coral’s mum Mrs Prentice is driving Claire and Coral there straight from school and I’m calling home first to set the oven for our meal when we’re all home later. Doreen Hannah is going to pick me up here and drive me to the class as soon as I give her the call to say I’m home from school.”

Roberta gives a nod of satisfaction.

“I should have known you’d have things organised. Now don’t let Doreen work you too hard. Don’t let her work any of you too hard for that matter. I know she was a professional dancer and she’s a grown woman but some of the girls in your troupe are only 8 or 9 and they haven’t her stamina and neither have you girls either.”

“Don’t worry mum things will be fine!”

School day goes by fast and smooth. Milly is a good student and usually cruises through lessons. When she arrives home and lets herself in she heads straight for the kitchen and sets the casserole in the oven on a timer with a low heat setting; before dumping her schoolbag and jogging up to her room. In there she strips naked, pauses to admire her sleek body in her mirror, and then draws on her leotard. There’s little point in showering since soon she’ll be working hard and sweating!

Milly pulls on a pair of long socks that will reach her thighs then fold back and laces on a pair of dance pumps. She pulls on an oversized tee shirt on top of her leotard and quits her room. Back downstairs she’s toting a bag with a towel, shower gel, a body spray, and of course her ever-present cell phone. Picking up the landline handset she taps in Ms Hannah’s number.

“Hello Doreen? Yeah this is Milly and I’m ready as soon as you can pick me up. Two minutes? That’s cool I’ll be at the garden gate waiting for you.”

It may be slightly more than two minutes but very soon Doreen’s silver grey people carrier draws up outside Milly’s garden gate. Doreen Hannah, former dancer and now dance instructress, makes light of her years.

Behind the steering wheel she is dressed much like Milly. Her leotard is dark green as opposed to Milly’s blue and she wears a light zippered jacket over it. Her long legs are still excellent and she continues to wear the dated leg warmers that crack up Milly and the rest of the class. Though they never show their amusement to Doreen’s face! Sliding onto the front passenger seat Milly lets her thigh rest against the woman’s.

As always Milly’s disappointed by the lack of reaction from her dance tutor. Either the woman is totally straight and just doesn’t get Milly’s signals or she’s afraid to mess up her teaching career by taking the chance.

“Seatbelt on Milly!”

Miffed Milly drags the belt across and snaps the buckle in place.

“I hope your sister’s there when we arrive. I want to put the final touches to the routine for the regional finals. You two will front with Coral, Sara, Wendy, and Anna backing my two top girls.”

Somewhat cheered by the thought of being a “top dancer” Milly settles back into her seat to muse on what she needs to do to get a hint of interest from Doreen. The troupe’s practice is always held in the local gym/community centre complex and when teacher and one of star pupils enter their pre booked room things are set up and ready.

The taped music for their routine is on disc in the music system and the other five girls are warming up and loosening up. There are of course a lot more than 6 girls here. Once Doreen selects two reserves for the finals, in case of illness or injury, the rest of the girls will work under Connie Brooke her assistant.

“Right girls form up; Danni and Petra! Yes you two on the sidelines and watch everything! Don’t be disappointed and do NOT lose focus. You could be dancing for the title at the weekend.”

After a few false starts Doreen gets things running smoothly and runs through the entire routine she’s worked out. With one eye on the dancers she gestures over a big woman who doesn’t look anything like a dancer or a dance teacher. With good reason! Greta Wilson is the costume designer for “Hannah’s Comets” dance troupe.

“Are the costumes ready Greta? Like I want them?”

The big dark haired woman is always relaxed and confident where her speciality is concerned.

“All ready and a couple of spares for our reserves Doreen. I got that material I told you about. Black with a pattern of silver ferns on it. The girls will look sensational in it. Oh and the black and silver dance pumps were delivered today.”

Doreen nods and switches her attention back to her girls. Greta has never taken her eyes off them. If Doreen seems immune to the slender lovelies charms then Greta isn’t; though she hides her feelings well. At the end of the routine the sweating girls receive grudging approval from their tutor which is high praise indeed coming from her.

“Danni and Petra! I want you two to work through Milly and Claire’s parts and then let Connie have you covering the other girls sections just in case we lose anyone on the night!”

Milly, glistening with a sheen of perspiration, knows her next move and it has nothing to do with dancing. Leaving her sister and the other girls quietly crowing about how well rehearsal has gone she heads for the buxom Greta. A little cajoling of a woman who has been sending out familiar vibes for a while should get her what she wants. And hopefully there’ll be more than cajoling!

“Greta I’m looking for a really big favour from you!”

The big woman looks down at Milly, her damp leotard clinging to her slender body and her breast buds outlined, and tries to look untroubled.

“Well dear I suppose it depends on what you want and how big a favour it is. Why don’t you explain it to me?”

Tilting her head to one side Milly’s laser beam smile focuses in on the uneasy woman.

“Greta I don’t suppose you know that in a couple of weeks there’s a huge comic convention here in the city do you?”

“Not at all dear and where does it come in on you needing a favour?”

“Well I’ve gotten a free pass to it but EVERYONE will be going in costume. I was hoping you could fix me up with a different costume for each day? I mean who better to go to for costumes than the lady who makes all our dance team outfits? I’d do anything for a set of costumes to show off to everybody there.”

At the words “do anything” and the tone Milly uses as she speaks them Greta feels a hot flush spread through her.

“I’d be happy to help you dear if I had any idea what you’re looking for.”

“I’ve got some pictures on my phone. Maybe if you looked at them you could tell me if you could make them for me? Just let me fetch my phone!”

Milly skips off and Greta watches those long and sensational legs scissoring lithely. She’s back as fast as she left and, opening the phone’s photo section, calls up the first outfit she has in mind.

“The show’s called “Sailor Moon” and she’s “Sailor Moon” while the girls around her are the other sailor girls. What do you think Greta?”

Ever eager to please the lovely blond Greta’s professional instincts kick in.

“Simple enough Milly. Actually I’ve already got a set of sailor collars in stock for future dance outfits. Now the top and pleated skirt will have to be separates; in the picture they look like one piece. A big bow tacked onto the front of the top is simple but those boots....! I haven’t anything like the knee length ones but I think maybe there’s a pair of ankle boots that’ll fit you!”

“Wow Greta that easy?”

“Well I’ll have to measure you up but it shouldn’t take long to get a first costume ready.”

“Can we do it right now?”

Greta narrows her eyes while her brain spins with fevered imaginations.

“I suppose we could get most of it done today but what about your mum? What about Claire? She’s here now and won’t she be going home with you?”

Milly’s deep blue eyes seem huge as she locks them onto Greta’s hazel ones.

“Claire came with Coral and Mrs Prentice and she’s going back with them; later Mrs Prentice is bringing her back to ours. Mum’s working late tonight so I, I mean we, have loads of time.”

If Greta had any resistance it melts away at these words.

“Alright dear go get your gear and I’ll be waiting in my car for you. I’ll have you looking exactly as you want to in no time.”

Milly scoots back to where her bag waits to grab it as well as grabbing her sister.

“I’m going back to Greta’s. She’s going to fix me up with costumes for the convention but I’ll be back for evening meal with you and mum. If you’re home before me explain to mum won’t you?”

Claire doesn’t seem at all concerned about her sister heading off to Greta’s but picks up on the costume thing.

“Costumes? What kind of costumes?”

Milly’s shrug combines impatience with a hint of how stupid her kid sister is.

“Everyone goes to the convention in costume. I want one for each day so that’s four. I’ve sorted one but I’ll need three more!”

Milly is expecting an argument but Claire’s mind’s clicking away fast. If her sister’s dressing up then Claire has to too. She figures to sort that out the same way Milly is. She just nods to her surprised sister and gives her no backchat.

“Yeah sure I’ll tell mum Greta will be driving you home if you’re a bit late.”

Wind taken from her sails; Milly was expecting a tougher time. So she gives her sister a fast hug, snatches up her bag, and heads out to the car park. Greta already is behind the wheel with the engine running. Once settled on the passenger seat and seat belt on Greta sets off. It’s a very short run from the dance centre to Greta’s big old detached home.

Desperately trying to show no signs of nerves or her delight at being alone with Milly Greta ushers her inside.

“My workshop’s upstairs; I converted the biggest bedroom into it. Come along here and I’ll get things together.”

Despite the size of the room it is jam packed with tubs, cartons, lockers, and cupboards, all apparently crammed with clothing. Not to mention cloth, ribbons, bows, and other assorted bits and pieces that can be converted into costumes. Pulling out a drawer Greta rummages to come out with several skimpy white tops. Rapidly holding them up against Milly she selects one.

Next, from a locker, she extracts a very short pleated skirt in dark green that contrasts nicely with the top.

“I’m sure I have a pair of ankle boots that will fit you darling. Get into the top and skirt while I find them!”

Greta quits the room and Milly strips naked; easy since leotard, stockings, tee shirt and dance shoes, are all she has on. The top fits, just, it’s tight enough that her pointy nipples tent the thin material clearly. The skirt is so short most of Milly’s sleek legs and thighs are revealed. It has an elasticised belt but the top will hide that. Milly wants her costume to look as authentic as possible!

Greta bustles back into the room carrying a sailor collar and an already made up bow. The finishing touch is the stylish ankle boots in green leather that match the skirt. She settles the collar around Milly’s neck.

“Now just let me tack this and the bow in place darling!”

Milly’s amazed at the speed and nimbleness of the big woman’s fingers as the needle and thread seem to fly.

“Now let me get you into these boots; I’m sure they’ll fit!”

Taking one of Milly’s long and dainty feet in her hand she slips the boot onto it. Her free hand is resting low on Milly’s thigh, just above her knee, and Greta marvels at the silky smoothness of the girl’s skin. She keeps her head lowered so Milly cannot see the way her cheeks have flushed crimson. Repeating the action with the other foot she tightens the boots laces.

“Now see what you think darling; the mirror over there!”

Milly examines her reflection and grins then nods in total satisfaction.

“This is fantastic Greta! I can’t believe you made this up in a minute or two. I need three more for the convention so would it be much trouble for you to make them for me? I mean you’ve got weeks yet and you work so fast. How can I ever thank you?”

Face still flushed and her nipples like pebbles Greta swallows hard.

“Nonsense Milly it’s my pleasure. Now just let me get a plastic bag to stow them in. Tomorrow I’ll replace the tacking with permanent stitches.”

Greta quits the room for a second time and returns with the large plastic dry cleaning bag which she then let’s flutter from her fingers. Her shock comes from seeing Milly standing stark naked in the middle of the room! Greta’s lips go dry and she feels as if there’s a huge lump in her throat. Her pussy is throbbing and is wetter than she can recall for a long time.

“Milly you shouldn’t....!”

She gets no further as she drinks in Milly’s enticing body. Pale skin and a halo of silver blond hair surround her lovely face. Her small breasts are conical and tipped with sharply pointed nipples. Her waist is slender and her hips are narrow; flowing down to her sensational thighs and legs. However it is her perfect pussy that draws Greta’s eyes like a magnet.

Smooth and without a trace of pubic hair her labia are pink and perfect. The entire package stuns Greta who stands transfixed.

“Shouldn’t do what Greta? Surely you don’t mind seeing me like this?”

She moves across the room towards Greta who stands fascinated like the prey of an approaching cobra. Milly pauses inches from the woman.

“Maybe there is a way to thank you that we’ll both enjoy!”

Her slender arms reach out and up to hook around Greta’s neck and draw her head down till it’s on a level with her own. Tightening her hold she draws the woman’s mouth to hers for a delicate butterfly light kiss. Milly can feel the big woman shudder but she makes no attempt to pull away.

“Now tell me we shouldn’t be doing this and that you don’t like it.”

Greta can barely get her words out with a tongue that feels too big for her mouth and suddenly dry lips. She almost stammers when she speaks; a thing she hasn’t done since she was Milly’s age. At last she manages to communicate her thoughts coherently.

“Milly if anyone found out....if we do anything and it came out. Do you know what could happen to me?”

Milly’s smile would tempt an angel.

“Nobody will ever find out Greta! I’d never say a word and I’m sure you won’t. This isn’t sudden. I’ve been watching you and wanting you for a long time. Take me to your bedroom!”

Milly’s long fingered hand clasps Greta’s big one and like a woman in a dream she leads the naked girl into her bedroom. With the gentlest of pushes Milly urges Greta onto the bed. Smiling to herself she trots over to the windows and draws the heavy drapes.

“We don’t want any of your neighbours looking in on us do we?”

Returning to a trembling Greta she tugs the woman’s sweatshirt up, over her head, and off. Greta had dressed more for utility than appearance though the bra beneath it is a surprise to Milly. Used to seeing the woman dressed mannishly the black satin and lace bra, big olive skinned breasts spilling out of the cups, opens Milly’s eyes wide.

Tugging down Greta’s leggings reveals matching panties and Milly inhales the heady sent of a damp pussy. Leggings and shoes are removed together and tossed aside. And now Milly straddles Greta’s wide hips and her long fingers slip down bra straps then pop the hooks so she can bare the woman’s big spectacular breasts. Rubbing her open palms over long thick nipples brings a deep groan from the big woman.

“You like that? I love your nipples. They’re so big. I’ll bet you like this too!”

Bending forward she takes a swollen teat into her mouth. Clamping her teeth on it, with just the right amount of pressure, she flicks it with the tip of her tongue. Greta shudders and groans again. While moving her mouth between the two nipples Milly eases her fingers between Greta’s rounded thighs. The crotch of her sexy lingerie is already very wet!

“Let’s get these off before they get messed up more Greta!”

Taking hold of the panties’ waistband Milly works them down over wide hips and over rounded and smooth thighs. If the underwear surprised her she is more surprised by the discreet tattoo of a red and black rose just above a seeping pussy crease. Greta’s pubic hair has been mainly shaved away and the remainder trimmed into a neat triangle of silky down.

“Oh that looks so lovely Greta! I’ve got to taste you!”

Wriggling down Milly pushes Greta’s thighs wide apart and bows her head between them. Pursing her lips she blows gently on the dark coral flesh before her. Greta bucks hard then harder as a tongue tip flirts with her bloated labia. Her hands grip Milly’s head and tangle with the silky mane of hair as that tongue burrows inside her throbbing pussy. Her big breasts heave as she gulps in deep breaths of air and she makes hoarse sounds deep in her throat.

Savouring the woman’s thick and creamy juices Milly focuses on Greta’s clit. Its button is wide and the full clit is long; protruding from its sheath enough for Milly to hold it in her lips and work it with her tongue tip. Overly aroused by the seductive girl Greta orgasms very fast and with total abandonment.

With Greta thrashing and screaming aloud it takes all Milly’s surprising strength to cling to the mindless woman’s body and clamp her mouth onto sopping wet flesh. Rigid tongue again buried deep inside a cramping sex Milly fucks the writhing woman into temporary stillness.

“Oh God that was amazing! You’re amazing! I always thought but I was afraid to...!”

Greta’s words tail off because Milly is nowhere near finished with her latest conquest. Even as the woman is still trembling in the aftermath of her climax the girl begins lapping again at a dripping crease. At the same time she eases two then three long supple fingers deep inside Greta’s pussy. Crooking them slightly she pumps hard as her tongue works magic as it did just a minute earlier.

Arching her back Greta rides those fingers as she might a cock and lifts the slender girl up along with her. This time her scream is loud and shrill and her climax even more powerful and prolonged than her first. As the woman shudders through minor quakes Milly lightly kisses and caresses slick labia.

Greta lies supine and dazed but by now Milly has her own needs and her intent is to satisfy herself and also exhaust Greta in short order. Giving the woman no time to recover her senses Milly straddles her head and lowers her neat and perfect pussy onto her mouth. Greta’s eyes flicker open and focus on a pink crease oozing tiny beads of creamy juice.

“Uh oh God yes!”

Her big hands lock onto Milly’s narrow hips as the girl settles herself onto a now ready mouth. As a wide wet tongue explores the folds of her taut sex Milly grits her teeth and tugs and twists at her small pointy nipples. Greta’s body is streaked with sweat and now Milly shows a sheen of light perspiration too. Circling her hips she grinds her pussy against Greta’s lips and tongue like a machine.

As her breath hisses sharply and her belly ripples Milly can feel the volcanic heat building deep inside her. Her head rolling on a taut neck she feels a tongue tip brush her small clit and erupts into a huge orgasm. Her vision turns into a red haze as electrical shocks blast through her sex and her juices flow freely onto and into Greta’s face and mouth.

Trembling like a leaf in a gale she topples off the woman and collapses alongside her on the rumpled bedding. For what feels like a long time, though likely isn’t, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing, before a triumphantly smiling Milly rolls closer to kiss Greta’s swollen nipples in turn. The woman is stroking Milly’s damp locks and still catching her breath.

“I’ve been watching you for so long Milly. Why did I just do nothing?”

Her face is now buried in the valley between those big firm breasts so Milly’s voice sounds muffled.

“No need to wait anymore Greta. I haven’t got too much time but we’re not finished yet. I want more and I bet you do too!”

“Oh God yes love! Anything you want; anything at all!”

Now certain she has Greta fully hooked Milly grins widely from her hiding place in the swell of those wonderful breasts then rouses herself. Taking hold of Greta’s ankle she raises the woman’s leg and splays it wider. Forking her own thighs she wriggles close and then closer till she can press her wet crease against Greta’s. At the first contact Greta moans and Milly strangles a muttered “Oh fuck” as she mounts atop the woman.

Holding onto Greta’s leg Milly rotates her slim hips fast and hard to send slick wet flesh grinding against slick wet flesh. Greta’s eyes are screwed shut as her pussy burns with ecstasy while Milly’s face is again flushed with triumph from the knowledge Greta is now hers to command in future. Moving faster now she feels Greta respond and thrust up to meet her gyrations.

Milly knows it doesn’t happen very often but this is a bonus. Slender girl and buxom woman climax simultaneously with howls of mutual delight. As the fires seem to burn endlessly Milly rides the big woman until they both slump back absolutely sated. This time it likely is a fairly long time before either move. Milly raises a smiling face to stare at the wall clock. She sits up suddenly.

“Oh jeeze Greta it’s late. I want to stay but any longer and mum will be home and asking Claire where I am. Can you run me home?”

Fuzzily Greta sits up with a dazed expression on her face.

“Of course darling. Shouldn’t you shower first though before we go?”

“There no time honest Greta. Please just get me home fast. Don’t worry I’ll ring you or mail you and we’ll do this again for sure.”

Greta eyes the naked girl’s taut buttocks and slender thighs as she skips from the room in search of her clothes which she abandoned in the work room. Groaning the big woman rises and smiles as she begins to dress. This has been the absolute peak of her life’s sexual pleasures and this gorgeous girl wants more! In the work room Milly drags her clothes onto a body stained with sweat and streaks of pussy juice.

While woman and girl are dressing Claire has been dropped off outside her home and finds neither her mother nor her sister has arrived yet. She scoots upstairs not into her room but into her sister’s. Once more she’s disappointed to find Milly’s laptop is shut down and of course now password protected. She tries several more guesses at what she thinks the password is.

Again she has no success but she’ll keep trying. She knows Milly’s up to something. She thinks Milly’s ALWAYS up to something. Milly going home with Greta has Claire’s radar tingling. If Milly thinks her younger sister has no idea about her she’s mistaken. Claire goes to a different school but she has heard whispers; faint whispers but gradually they made sense.

Claire’s theory is that Milly’s into girls and women! She’s no proof as yet but she’s sure she can find it soon. Of course Clair’s certain Milly has no idea that Clair’s been pussy playing for a couple of years with girls from her own school. Unable to access the laptop Clair shuts it down and heads for her own room, strips her sweaty clothes, dumps them in the laundry basket, and then showers.

Claire’s showered and dried as well as dressed when the front door opens and her sister almost dances up the stairs.

“Mum not home yet sis? I’ll shower and change and then we can lay the table for tea. That casserole will be just about done.”

Shedding her soiled clothes Milly dumps them into the laundry basket, atop Claire’s, and sashays into the bathroom. Once the bathroom door closes Claire fishes out Milly’s leotard and examines it. Her face turns into one huge grin. The crotch of the blue garment is damp and scented with her sister’s pussy juice. Claire does the math. Milly comes home from school to set the oven to cook the casserole and gets picked up by Ms Hannah and is there for dance practice.

After dance she goes back to Greta’s for her “Manga Convention” outfit. She comes home later with pussy juice in plenty on the leotard. The answer’s simple. Clair’s big sis has been fucking with big Greta! Now Claire knows how to get her own costumes for the convention because anything her sis can do Claire can do just as well!