My sister,my sex slave(10)

She and Lily helped Carol with their dinner and they ate elegantly, sitting at a long dinner table in a dining room and the sparkling linen and gleaming china and good silver made Norma realize that she was living in a brand new world.

There was a light wine for dinner, too, and Norma tried to refuse tasting any of it but Lennie and Carol were insistent. Remembering the experiences she had encountered the last time she had something to drink she was timid, fearful, perhaps, and she tried to leave the wine alone. But, after she had tasted the first glass, she discovered that the pale fluid was delicious and she let Carol fill her glass again and again.

The dishes were dispatched easily and while the dishwasher dealt with them, she and Lily sat in the vast living room, watching the color television set. There were several good programs on and by the time the others were thinking of bed, she was almost asleep. Just before she said good night, Carol brought a tray to her and they all had some more wine. Carol laughed, wrinkling her nose, and promised that drinking the wine so close to bed time could be quite interesting.

"This wine affects some people very oddly," Carol said. "Some people have wild and very erotic dreams after drinking it."

"Now you tell me," Norma said, smiling.

The twins had gone to their beds a long time earlier and Lily had caved in much earlier, too. Carol and Lennie were with her sharing a nightcap and she was glad when they finally let her go off to her room. She was already beginning to feel a drowsy lassitude that she was quite candidly enjoying. She was tired and she'd had a busy day. She was beginning to enjoy a small measure of security for the first time in her life.

She climbed into her bed and she became one of those who were the victim of wild, erotic dreams after drinking the wine. But, there was a new element and a new dimension involved in her dreams. She was able to experience sensual and sexual experiences of remarkable depth and clarity and she enjoyed it all. That was odd, a very new dimension for her. After all, how could she find anything pleasant in a sexual experience? She had always been the ice maiden and she was not going to change, not ever.

The dream began in a very ordinary way, and it was not like the usual dream, where there was no beginning, no end, just bits and pieces of fantasy. This was orderly and she was kept quite busy for the entire night, it seemed.

It all began when Carol and Lennie entered her room and she thought that Carol was exceptionally lovely in a flowing, sheer peignoir that barely concealed any of the splendid body it was intended to hide. Carol smiled down at her and she held out her hand and Norma took it. Carol helped her to a sitting position and when the brunette took her pajama top into her fingers and opened it, baring the proud young breasts, Norma was not at all upset. She was filled with a sudden boldness that made her want to show her pretties to Lennie and Carol. Carol helped her to stand and she was passive as Carol's hands removed the lower half of her pajamas and then she was naked, gloriously naked, and filled with surging and demanding passions. She was so glad that it was just a dream because she would have been horribly embarrassed to have Carol and Lennie actually see her nude. She knew that she was probably much too modest, but, so long as she was dreaming she was glad that she could unwind and be comfortable with her own person.

"She is fantastically lovely, dear boy," Carol said to Lennie.

"Yes," he said, smiling at Carol, "she is. Very much so."

Lennie was wearing a robe and while she stood, smiling at him a bit uncertainly, he took her hand in his own, then he opened his robe and she saw that he was naked and he had an immense erection.

He placed her fingers around his huge organ and when he told her to move her hand up and down on his flesh she obeyed, happy in the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. She glanced toward the doorway as she heard some strange sounds and she saw that the twins were there. They were setting up some lights and some cameras and they were filming the scene. She cried out in protest and Carol moved close to her. The brunette kissed her gently, sweetly, and she told Norma to be a good girl.

"It is only a dream, Norma, dear," Carol said. "It doesn't matter what happens in a dream. You know that. In the morning you will not even be able to remember any of this. So, just enjoy it all, and perhaps if you like these kind of dreams, we will have wine again with dinner every night."

Carol placed her delicate little hands on Norma's cool breasts and she found that she could enjoy the girl's touch. Lennie took his robe off and then he moved so that he could take Norma into his arms. They stood sideways so that the cameras could catch all of the action and then he was sliding his huge organ up into her and she was prancing on her toes, impaled and feeling him inside of her. He began moving his organ up and down in her tight sheath and then she was moaning and whimpering as feelings of exquisite pleasure came alive in her loins and she was becoming more and more aroused.