"Ewww, no way!" Brianna shouted, holding her hands up between her and Freya.
They were both in the master bedroom, Brianna standing at the foot of a huge circular bed that Freya was posing on, kneeling up with her hands behind her back and making a kissy face.
"Come on. You know we're not really sisters right? We're here, alone, there's no men around. Lets make out!" Freya sat back down on the bed, giving a come-hither look.
"God, no, you're my sister. It's totally weirding me out. If you like it so much why don't you do it."
"Fine," Freya pouted, then leaned forward and sexily crawled over to Brianna. She closed her eyes and leaned forward.. She could feel Brianna's breathing on her face, feel it speed up, but then she froze. This just felt wrong.. it was her sister, it felt like she'd known her forever, grown up with her. Nausea crawled down her stomach, and her muscles froze. She got close enough to feel a stray hair touch her face, and then pulled back suddenly. It was so soft and springy.. nothing like a man's bristly body hairs... ugh. Nope.. she couldn't do it.
"See?"
Freya sighed, but it was forced. She couldn't even say she was horny... this situation, in this room, alone with sister wasn't erotic at all. And though she thought a little incest might be fun, it just wasn't interesting her. She felt safe and comfortable and loved. The connection with Brianna was wonderful, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.
She guessed her perviness had been honed to a much more specific feature, and letting go of her imagined crush on Brianna shifted her attention to the master bedroom.
They were in room full of antique looking furniture. The east wall was modern - a line of triangular frames, each plane of glass a fractal of smaller triangles, mostly clear but some colored shapes thrown in. But the furniture was all lined up
Freya and Brianna were both dressed again in the outfits Benjamin had transformed them into, black tubes along their waist with short skirts, vinyl straps running over their shoulders and bands of the stuff randomly placed over their arms, legs and torso. Freya was wearing knee-high rubber boots with a four inch heel, and Brianna was wearing toeless heels with leather straps criss-crossing up her thigh.
"Fine. What a wasted opportunity though. This huge bed and no men in sight. If only the chronovac were here."
"Nah.. we don't need it. If Benjamin said we should wait here, there must be something to do. He's rich, he'd want to keep his guests entertained" Brianna schemed.
Freya couldn't find fault with that logic. She got off the bed and started looking in the drawers, while Brianna went to the far side of the room and started opening cabinets. Freya found some leather cuffs and sex toys.. okay.. so he was kinky, but they already ruled out using them on each other. She moved on to the closets.. lots of clothes, mostly for men, but some for women.
She pulled out a long-skirted french maid outfit. "How about this?" she asked, holding it up against herself.
"Nah, that's not for us," Brianna answered. "See how tall that is? It might have fit you before, but not now. And notice how much it covers?"
Freya looked at it, wondering. It looked fine to her... though all the other women's clothing sure did seem a lot more.. skimpy.
"Benjamin wasn't always a fuck-boi.. he may be now, but that's because I made him that way. He may still have that kink, but before we met, he wouldn't have been the one holding the whip."
A whip? What did she mean by that...
Brianna picked up a smaller box she'd set aside, stacked it on top of the container in the drawer then picked them up together and brought it all to a hardwood desk in the middle of the room.