Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... meant, except those who stayed to take care of the phallites. But to those who did know, it could act as a reminder in case anyone happened to find a wayward dark egg.

A light breeze ruffled my T-shirt as I stood among the trees, reflecting for a moment on recent events.

My biggest “ask” had been the trees, and Clementina and Ona had agreed willingly. My mom had been a little more practical. We needed a home where we weren’t in fear of foreclosure. I think my mom had been thinking that Clementina would just give us the money to buy our house outright but she had taken a different tack.

The old farmhouse had mostly just been occupied by Clementina in recent years. She had lived in the main part of the house – and with their reconciliation and rekindled sister-on-sister sexual relationship, Ona had joined her. But there were two completely unoccupied wings that had lain empty for years. The north wing had three bedrooms upstairs, and a kitchen and a sitting area downstairs. It was more than enough for my mom and and also included a large finished attic which I claimed as my own. Further, since we knew about the phallites, my mom and I could help carry on the legacy of keeping an eye on the little buggers. And I would be around to take care of the house, and maybe even get ahead on the maintenance of the sprawling structure.

I started down the hill through the fields to the house. The two weeks since we had cleared the infestation had been hectic. My mom and I had ...

... wanted to get our house on the market ASAP, so we had scurried to pack our belongings and move into the north wing of the farmhouse. We were already exhausted from the drama over the dark phallites, and the hurried move hadn’t helped. To make matters worse, the second week of scrambling I had been back in class at the university.

One thing Clementina had done that we hadn’t asked for was to put in a pool behind the house. She said if there were going to be that many people back in the old farmhouse having all kinds of weird slimy sex there had to be a pool. The workmen had been there for about a week installing it, and just finished a couple days before. I hadn’t even had time to try it out yet. Honestly, I had hardly seen Ona or Clementina the past few days, we had been so busy.

As I approached the back of the farmhouse I could see Ona out by the pool. She waved, and I waved back. She stood as I approached, her bikini making a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to contain her curves.

“Party and dinner tonight. We uncork the wine at 6:00 sharp. Come in a swimsuit or naked, your choice. We’ll all be naked before its over.”

In the past two weeks there hadn’t been much talk of sex – besides the decision that Ona, who caused the infestation, was fair game anywhere, anytime, and she had to obey orders always. I hadn’t taken advantage of that yet, I had been too busy. But I definitely would be making her my bitch once things settled down.

But beside that it ...