Converted: Bring the Family, Part 20

Sharon held the black fluid vial in front of her. “Do you want it?” she asked.
Francesca stared at it, then shrugged.
She sat on Sharon’s bed, and lit another cigarette.
“I guess I don’t need it,” she said blowing a lungful of smoke. “Do you?”
Sharon looked at the vial.
“No,” she said, “not really.”
Francesca shrugged again, her tits bouncing.
“The way I see it,” she said, pulling her top off, “is we always were fucked-up dirty sluts at heart.”
She stretched on the bed, her shoulders resting against the wall. Sharon climbed on the bed on all fours, purring.

“We never needed any magic,” Francesca said. She pulled her long braid from behind her back, so that it fell as a soft black snake across her cleavage and down to her belly button.
Sharon pushed it to the side and kissed her navel.
“All we needed was a push in the right direction.”
Francesca arced her back, and brought the cigarette to her lips. She ran the fingers of her other hand through Sharon short platinum hair.
“We should have started earlier,” Sharon said, looking up. A spiderweb-thin line of spit ran from her lips to Francesca’s navel. “We should have pushed each other in the right direction back when we were fifteen.”
Francesca hummed and laughed.
“Would you have seduced me?”
“It would have been fun!”
Francesca snorted. “Maybe I would have turned the tables on you. You were so sweet and innocent.”
“A goody-two-shoes that masturbated regularly to her biker fetish.”
Francesca placed her half-smoked cigarette between Sharon’s lips. “We could have masturbated together.”  The blonde took a long, savage drag.
“Finger each other off each morning before school,” she said.
Francesca changed position, pulling Sharon closer. “We could have sneaked out of Bible school to smoke together,” she said.
“Get stoned together before mass,” Sharon replied.
Francesca laughed, her green eyes sparkling. “We could have shared secrets. Write them in our diaries for our mothers to find out and get wet reading them.”
Sharon slithered up along her body and blew smoke on her tits. “We could have shared boys.”
She took Francesca’s pierced nipple in her mouth and sucked, the nipple-ring clicking against the stud in her tongue.
Francesca arched her back and stroked Sharon’s nape. “And girls, too.”
Sharon pushed her hand down Francesca’s jeans.
“Get drunk together,” she mumbled, her fingers finding Francesca’s shaved pussy.
Francesca ran her hand down Sharon’s naked back, and cupped her butt-cheek. “Snort coke together.”
Sharon gasped as Francesca pushed her thumb up her ass. She quickly undid the brunette’s pants.
“We should have fucked,” she said.
Francesca twisted out of her tight jeans.
“Yes,” she breathed, bringing Sharon’s lips to hers. “Let’s make up for lost time.”

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Sharon rubbed against Francesca’s glowing skin, her nipple piercings tinkling against those of the brunette. Francesca was gently massaging her butthole while they rocked gently, rubbing their pussies against each other.
Sharon pushed her tongue deep inside Francesca’s mouth, tickling her uvula, tasting her tongue and the tobacco and booze on her breath. Hey started breathing in stereo, heat building into their bodies as they slowly climbed towards a climax.
Francesca racked her nails against Sharon’s ribs.
“Your nails are so short,” Sharon chuckled.
“I’ll let then grow,” Francesca said dreamily. She sucked on Sharon’s neck. “I’ll leave you scarred.”
Sharon clawed at Francesca’s hip, her scarlet talons leaving deep red marks.
Francesca gasped and rocked. “Oh, yes!”
Sharon smirked evilly. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?”
Francesca pushed her throbbing crotch against hers. “Yes!” she breathed.
Sharon closed both hands on Francesca’s massive tits.
“Then scream for me, you bitch!”

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Orgasm exploded through Francesca’s brain, burning what little remained of her decency.
Head reeling, she grabbed a handful of Sharon’s hair and pulled her into another long, wet, deep kiss. Then she heaved and with an evil laugh rolled the blonde on her back.
“What do you have in mind?” Sharon grinned.
Without a word, Francesca turned and sat neatly on her partner’s face, and then bent her back, and ran her tongue down Sharon’s belly and deep inside her twat.
With a pleased hum, Sharon started working with her own tongue. Her hand found Francesca’s braind, and she started pulling it viciously, and she was pleased when Francesca responded by increasing her tempo.

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The second orgasm left them both breathless and spent, holding on to each other.
Sharon teased Francesca’s nipple, gently rubbing herself against the brunette. Francesca circled her shoulders with her arm, and rested her head on her breast.
“What about we both try it?” she said suddenly.
Sharon stared her long in the eye.
“Are you sure?”
Francesca sat up, and crossed her legs. Her long black braid fell on her shoulder and between her tits. “Let’s share it!”
Sharon sat up in turn, and bent backwards, to retrieve the black vial from where she had let it fall with her clothes.
They stared at each other.
“Let’s do it,” Francesca said. “Let’s see what it does to us.”
Sharon nodded. “Together.”
“Like sisters.”
Sharon thought about her two sisters, snorting coke and making out downstairs. They were Mary’s daughters, she recalled. Not really her sisters.
She kissed Francesca softly on the lips.
“Like sisters,” she said.
She unstopped the vial and quickly drank half of its contents. Then, her head swimming, she handed the remainder to Francesca, that grinned wickedly and gulped it down. They held on to each other as the world started spinning.