The feeling she’d gotten when both of the big Kindred touched her at once had been almost electrical. Why was that? She was certain she’d touched them both before without that effect—when she and Gaze were trying to get Bound into the hovercoach, all of them had been touching. In fact, the strange feelings hadn’t started until…
Until I fed them both at once—let them drink from my wrists at the same time.
Had she started something by feeding both big Kindred simultaneously? Some kind of chain reaction that built exponentially every time they came into contact now?
Lexi was afraid it might be something like that. But how could that be and why did it feel so good? Looking down, she saw a wet spot on the front of her plain blue dress and muffled a gasp. What had touching them both done to her—what had it done to her body?
Abruptly, she veered into her Great Aunt’s old dressing room and locked the door behind her. There was a 3-D viewer in here, meant for checking one’s appearance from all angles, which Lexi had always ignored before. Now she took advantage of it.
Peeling off the blue dress that came down to her knees and showed absolutely no skin, she revealed herself in her underclothes. She had on a tight white breast-binder that criss-crossed over her front and held her full breasts flat against her chest. She also had on plain white underwear that came almost up to her belly button and fell to mid-thigh.
They weren’t the prettiest underthings, but Lexi didn’t much care about that. Like many Zettites, her clothes were comfortable and practical. As a baker, she needed to be able to move freely without worrying about any kind of exposure and her clothing choices reflected that. Just because she was on Yonnie Six now didn’t mean she was going to change the way she dressed.
Lexi looked down at herself more closely. Her nipples were so tight and hard they were poking out, making little peaks in the white fabric of her breast bindings. As for her underwear, the crotch of it was damp—even damper than the skirt of her dress had been.
Not sure what to think, Lexi pulled down the plain white underwear and stepped out of it. She bit her lip at what she saw.
Goddess of Mercy—I’m so wet!
Indeed, she was wet as water, her thighs shiny with her own juices. Not only that, when she parted her legs, her pussy lips looked almost swollen with need and she could see the little button of her clit peeking out from between her outer lips, looking like a ripe, juicy berry ready to be plucked…or maybe sucked.
Pulling off her breast bindings, she saw that her nipples were tight and dark with need as well. Not only that, they actually ached, almost as though they needed to be touched…licked…
No, that’s crazy—what’s wrong with me? Why is my body reacting this way? Why am I having these thoughts?
She was acting like some horny adolescent, Lexi thought—she was certainly past that age and those feelings. In fact, she had never before felt like she was feeling now in her whole life. So achy and needy…
Suddenly she remembered Bound’s low, rumbling voice begging her to stay with him…to stay with him and Gaze…
“Stay between us,” he had told her. “We’ll take care of you, my brother and me. Give you pleasure all night long.”
Unbidden, an image rose in her mind—an image of her between the two big Kindred. Two mouths kissing and tasting…four hands exploring while she lay there and let them do as they pleased…
No! What’s wrong with you, Lexi? Are you going crazy? How can you be having such thoughts about strangers—about males? You know these ideas—these impulses—are wrong!
Well, everyone on Zetta Prime said they were wrong, anyway—that was how she had been raised. Males were below females—it wasn’t right to indulge in sexual thoughts about them.
But I never felt anything like this before…and Gaze and Bound don’t seem like ordinary males. They’re different somehow. Maybe because they’re Kindred?
Lexi didn’t know, but she did know she couldn’t put back on her clothes—not with the crotch of her underwear all damp with her juices. Also, the thick fabric of her breast bindings rubbed her tight nipples painfully.
“Well, I can’t walk around naked, either,” she muttered to herself. Then she caught a glimpse of her Great Aunt’s extended closet to her right. Apparently she wouldn’t need to walk around naked—she could just borrow something from here to wear.
She stepped into the closet, which turned out to be more of a very long hallway. Turning on the soft, overhead glows, Lexi saw there were two rows of hanging racks on either side of the hall with rows and rows of carved sweet-wood drawers in between—so named because the wood exuded a warm, cedar-like fragrance that perfumed any kind of fabric or clothing stored within. Shoe racks below the drawers were filled with dainty slippers and sky-high heels, making Lexi very glad her plain black flats were still functional.
She hadn’t bothered to explore this part of the penthouse yet, other than a cursory glance. What need had she for fancy clothes? And indeed, many of them were very elaborate gowns. The upper hanging racks seemed to be exclusively for dress-up clothes—feathery and silky and satiny fabrics in every kind of jewel tone were displayed, and many of them still had price markers on them. Apparently Great Aunt Granipants had kept on shopping for the latest Yonnite fashions long after she could wear them. Lexi wondered if she had gotten pleasure just from buying the pretty clothes and hanging them in her closet.
The bottom rack had more everyday type clothing. Here, too, there were many outfits that had never been worn. And not all of them were ridiculously revealing, Lexi saw, with some relief. She pulled what was either a robe or a wrap dress—it sort of looked like a mixture of the two—off a hanger and held it up to the light.
The fabric was soft—an emerald green that flattered her skin tones and though it had a low neckline, it at least covered her breasts and sex.
“Now to find some underwear to wear under this,” Lexi murmured to herself. But she had no urge to wear secondhand underpants.
However it was Great Aunt Granipants to the rescue again. Apparently the old woman had enjoyed buying pretty things of all kinds, even if she couldn’t wear them. The sweetwood drawers were filled with frilly panties and other underthings that still had all their price markers on.
Lexi soon found some silky new white panties that fit—though they were considerably briefer than the ones she’d taken off. But try as she might, she couldn’t find another breast binding like the one she’d been wearing. Finally, she had to settle for a brief cami top made of white silk. The top offered no support for her heavy breasts and didn’t even come down to her belly button but it was better than going bare beneath her new green wrap-dress slash robe, Lexi decided.
When she was dressed, she admired herself in the 3-D viewer. She had to admit she looked rather better in her Great Aunt’s clothes than she had in her own. Her own clothes were practical in the extreme—some might even call them “dowdy,” Lexi admitted to herself. But this new outfit was nice—the silky material clung to her curves and looked great with her brown skin.
Feeling refreshed in some way, Lexie decided she would go to the kitchen and do what made her feel best—she would do some baking and some cooking. After all, she still had two large Kindred to look after. She had bought them, so they were her responsibility and Lexi was certain they must both be hungry.