Sneaking into Rebekah's room, Emily craned her head around the door to see her sister on her bed, listening to music and studying. She hadn't noticed her. Emily was always jealous of Rebekah's gorgeous body, and resented how she used it to manipulate boys to get what she wanted. She hadn't been so blessed with the figure that her sister had. Particularly in the boob department.
Rebekah was in a bratty stage, and always asserting her independence. Well, she wasn't going to be independent much longer.
Focusing on using the necklace, Emily felt drawn to Rebekah. Slowly, she walked to her bed feeling surges of heat and arousal inside of her. Rebekah was noticeable affected too, but continued to listen to her music. She tugged on the straps of her bra and black tanktop, and fanned herself slightly absent-mindedly. Emily stood next to the bed, behind Rebekah, feeling a powerful longing for closeness with her sister. It was strange. She slowly, gingerly began to move onto the bed. Rebekah had gone still, her head resting on her book, her music stopped, breathing softly, eyes mostly-shut.
Emily slowly slid her pajama and tube-top-clad body over Rebekah's, feeling entranced and compelled in some strange ritual. She laid herself down onto Rebekah, and spread her legs and arms out to match her's perfectly.
They lay there, slowly breathing, pulses of heat washing over their warm bodies.
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