Cons, F Solo, FF, Incest, Voyeur
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
The year was 2020; a pandemic raged, lives lost, employment an all-time low, people divided, and the world burned. The Hudgens family, while not impacted by any of that, also had its share of tribulations. The eldest sister, Vanessa Hudgens, went through a very sudden but public breakup with longtime boyfriend Austin Butler at the beginning of the year. Vanessa had been coping, privately, with the trauma all year, but had always confided in her sister, Stella.
“I just think it would be nice this year to spend Christmas together as sisters, don’t you agree Stelly,” Vanessa asked her sister over the phone.
Stella Hudgens’ year had gone dramatically
differently to her sister’s. She had spent her time getting more serious with
her boyfriend Eric Unger, had moved into her own apartment for the first time,
and had flourished moving into the streaming world. Stella had taken up
streaming on Twitch when acting roles dried up when the pandemic shut down the
industry. At first, the twenty-three-year-old starlet wasn’t too sure about the
hobby-turned-occupation; she had played video games all while growing up and
had a computer rig herself, but she didn’t think she’d enjoy streaming to an
audience. She’d started off slow, just advertising on her Instagram Stories
when she had gone live, but very quickly found exponential growth on Twitch
itself when she started using a facecam with a high angle.
She sat on her couch, snuggled up to her boyfriend whilst on the phone. “I don’t know ‘Nes, I was kind of looking forward to spending the holidays with Eric’s family for once!”
Stella couldn’t see her sister’s face, but she could feel the disappointment in her sister’s voice.
“I know Stelly, but I just really need the company this year! Pleaseeeeeeee,” Vanessa begged, “it’ll be just like when we were kids! We’ll put up the tree, hang the lights, do some baking. C’mon! It’ll be so festive. You know how shitty the year’s been!”
Stella knew her sister was trying to guilt trip her into staying with her, but she still felt obligated to help her sister through her first holiday alone post-breakup.
“Hmmmm,” she pondered, “I’ll let you know. I have to talk to Eric about it.”
“Fine fine okay! I promise it’ll be so. much. fun. Just us two sisters!”
Stella could hear the door slam over the phone and someone yell out to Vanessa in the background.
“OKAY, JUST ONE SECOND,” she shouted awkwardly. “Gotta go, the dog walkers back. Kisses Stelly! MUAH”
She hung up in a flash, before Stella could even get a word out.
“What was that about,” Eric asked.
“She wants me to stay with her over-“ Before she could even continue, Eric’s face dropped. “I know, I know, I told her I’d talk to you first!”
Eric put his legs up, gluing her to the couch as he made a puppy-dog-pout. She laughed, picked his legs up off her lap and put them down on the carpet. On the walk to the kitchen, she took one last sip of the nearly emptied bottle of wine they’d capped the night with. She shuffled with dishes and cabinets while Eric watched, eager to hear his girlfriend’s verdict. Stella turned around, stretched her arms out either side behind her to balance against the counter.
“I just feel like I owe it to her this year, you know? I’ve been there before, it sucks.”
Her partner sighed, rose from the couch, and joined her in the kitchen smiling. He wrapped his hands around her waist, and pressed his forehead against hers, noses sharing the same space.
“You’re a good sister Stella,” he whispered, and gave her a soft kiss.
“So much for just us sisters,” she squeaked imitating her sister’s distinct valley girl accent.
Eric pulled two duffels out and laughed as they approached the front step, “relax babe. It’s probably just a visitor!”
“Who’s visiting during a city-wide lockdown Eric,” she snapped, visibly bothered already.
“It’s just for the holidays babe, you’ll be fine! Besides, you can visit my parents with me next Christmas.” He reassured her and pulled her close, returning a cheeky jolly smile to her face.
“I know, I know!” Stella practiced some deep breathing when the theatrical doorbell rang.
The foyer light clicked on, demanding the couple’s attention, whilst Vanessa swung open the door, almost comically. She was bright faced, grinning ear to ear, wrapped in a skintight dark green Christmas pajama onesie accompanied by a reindeer antler headband. Her free hand brandished a tall glass of champagne.
“STELLLY,” Vanessa screamed.
Stella muttered under her breath to Eric, “oh god she’s already tipsy.”
“NESSA,” Stella replied, trying to match her sister’s gregarious energy. She and Eric stepped up to the front door and the two girls were immediately locked in a loving hug, with Vanessa ensuring to hold her drink out away from her sister’s bags.
“I’ve missed you so much sissy! It’s been so long!”
Stella giggled, “I just saw you at Mom’s for Thanksgiving Vanessa, remember? She spilled the stuffing all over the floor?”
“I know but it just feeeeeeeeeels like forever!” They separated and Vanessa gave Eric a kiss on either cheek. “I’ll take these, thank you very much!” Vanessa put down her glass and picked up one of the bags, struggling. “Jesus Stella what did you bring!”
Eric tried to intervene, “I can help with that Vanessa, it’s really no problem!”
She interrupted, “no no! I got it! This is a girl’s holiday,” and disappeared beyond the door frame.
Stella nestled up to her boyfriend’s chest. “I love you so much!”
“I know babe, I love you to! It’ll be great. You know you’re gonna have so much fun; just enjoy yourself,” he reassured. “And Merry Christmas!”
Vanessa came back for the second back, grabbing it and her sister’s hand, pulling her inside. “Byyyyye Eric,” she yodeled without looking back.
Stella watched as he got farther and farther, mouthing ‘I LOVE YOU’ before the door was shut. Vanessa dropped the bag at the door. Stella was quick to pick up on Christmas tunes playing up the stairs and the smell of baked goods fresh out of the oven. Her nose lifted, walking up the stairs with her sister in tow.
“Already started baking without me,” Stella asked.
Vanessa took another sip from the tall flute glass, “mmm yeah we already started.”
“We?”
Stella took the final step onto the main floor into the living room and was greeted by yet another boisterous greeting.
“STELLA’S HERE! WOOP WOOP,” the blonde cheered from the couch.
“GG… you’re… here,” Stella replied unenthusiastically, looking back at her sister for answers.
“Yeah! I thought it would be fun! Wellllllll, she can’t go back home and all, because Australia isn’t letting anyone in, you know, because of the pandemic and all,” Vanessa said downing the last sip of her drink.
GG Magree was Vanessa’s best friend. She’d really been supportive of Vanessa last year when things started to get a bit rocky between her and Austin and continued to be her rock through the breakup. Not only that, but she had helped Vanessa get out of her funk and really enjoy singlehood. Being an amateur DJ, she was a little on the wild side, something Vanessa’s ex did not enjoy; and if it weren’t for this ‘stupid lockdown’, as Vanessa referred to it as, they’d be out clubbing and dancing the night away. Vanessa was no prude by any stretch. She’d always been one for the lights, the glamour, the flash of the cameras, but compared to her friend, she was the Virgin Mary. Only a year older than her, GG had been in some pretty tough scrapes growing up in Australia poor. Her 5’3 slender frame and bleached blonde hair complimented the duo that was GG and Vanessa. There were rumors floating around about the two in Hollywood and the tabloids, which of course was also fueled by Vanessa’s flirty social media posts, but all Stella knew was that they were close.
Stella noticed she too was snuggled on the couch in a blue Christmas pajama onesie. More baggie than her sister’s, but the same long zipper running down the front, with the missing red Rudolph nose to Vanessa’s headband. Stella heard a crackle of a fire and was nearly ready to turn around to grill her sister for lighting a fire in the balmy sixty five degree LA night’s sky, but watched as the TV glowed with an artificial flame lit log; the bright red Netflix logo glowing in the corner.
“Nice touch sis.”
“Oh, that was GG’s idea,” Vanessa replied distractedly. She was reaching behind the couch into a loud-sounding bag for something.
GG got up, headed to the kitchen, and pointed to Stella, “champagne?”
Stella put her bags down at her feet and slipped off her shoes and answered, “when in Rome!”
“That’s the holiday spirit!”
Vanessa’s head popped up from behind the large sectional holding a long dress’ bag and shoved it into Stella’s gut.
“Here, go get changed.”
Stella looked surprised and chuckled, “what’s this? Don’t tell me…” She lifted the cover and saw the same chrome zipper.
“That’s right,” Vanessa announced and posed with GG. “MATCHING!”
The youngest jokingly rolled her eyes and walked towards the bathroom while the other two belted out Christmas classics.
Stella locked the door behind her and looked in the mirror, repeating the deep breaths she took outside.
“It’s fine Stella,” she said to herself. “I know you thought it was just going to be you two, but it’s fine. Adapt! Don’t get bottled up over it!”
She slipped her socks off and pulled her sweater up over her head. Unbuckled her bra and slid down her pants. Her cotton panties were the only thing covering the bombshell woman starring back at her. Her heavy C cup breasts hung from her chest. They were perky, but certainly had some weight to them. Nipples a dark brown to match her tanned Filipino complexion. She glanced over her soft hourglass frame as she plucked the tags off the dark red pajama onesie before slipping it on. Her clothes folded in her clutches, she unlatched the door and returned to the party, only to be greeted by the two besties yelling Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’.
“…IS YOUUUUUUUUUUU, BAYYYYYYYBEE,” the two harmonized with icing covered noses, laughing as the song ended.
Stella walked down the hall and dumped her old clothes on her bag.
“Damn sis! Look at you all grown up!” Vanessa was alluding to Stella’s chest, which was pushing out the onesie and threatening that middle zipper, forcing GG to giggle and a blush across Stella’s face.
“Can I help decorate,” Stella asked, sitting down at the table with the girls.
“Grab a piping bag Stelly! We’ve got white and green and red!”
The three of them sat, frosting the Christmas cookies Vanessa and GG had whipped up before Stella got there, telling stories, laughing, and singing carols. Stella was actually finding herself having a good time. Even with GG there, it did really still feel like Christmas. Stella finished hers with some sprinkles and candy cane bits. Vanessa elected some icing, before taking a spoonful and taking a long lick looking at GG.
“Can you not you little minx!” GG got up and pushed Vanessa’s Christmas cracker crown down her forehead. “You loser!”
GG addressed Stella laughing, “she’s always like this, how do you manage?”
Stella had finally finished her first glass of the bubbly.
“Another sissy,” Vanessa asked.
“I better not, you know I’m a lightweight!”
“Aww c’mon Stella! It’s just us here,” GG teased.
Stella paused, “do you have orange juice? I could do a Mimosa instead?”
Vanessa’s eyes lit up, “YES. I WANT A MIMOSA.”
The girls gathered around the coffee table in the living room, their new orange crystal in hand, and scrolled their phones.
“Oh my god have you two seen those stories people are doing where they ask their followers for picture prompts,” GG asked, “It’s so much fun- oh my god I’m doing mine right now.”
The sisters looked up from their phones. “I think so,” Stella replied. “Haven’t been looking at stories that much recently.”
“YES! They’re so much fun! Stelly we have to do ours too!” Vanessa pulled up her Instagram and posed the question to her followers. Stella followed suit.
Vanessa rustled in her chair. “Oh my god I can’t wait to see what people ask for!”
Stella gave her a glare. “Girl, you know what they’re gonna ask for!” She put on a dumb face, “show us your ass,” in a deep voice imitating half of the DM requests she imagined her sister getting. “If your directs are anything like mine, you’ll be flooded!”
“I dunno, I usually have my DMs turned off, but THAT WOULD BE FUN! I can post something! GG, send me that one we took the other day just in case!”
…and then the replies started blowing up Stella’s phone.
‘THE DAY BEFORE COVID HIT’
‘MY BIRTHDAY, APRIL 24th!’
‘SHOW US YOUR TITS!’
‘YOUR FIRST CAR!’
GG, busy on the couch combing through her photos, even submitted a reply to the busty young starlet. Stella saw it come in by name; they were not anonymous.
‘UNSEEN THIRST TRAP FOR THE CULTURE’
“GG,” Stella shrieked. GG threw her head back and laughed out loud.
“What,” Vanessa asked curiously, “what did she ask!”
“What do you think,” Stella flipped her phone and showed her sister.
“DO IT STELLA, YOU DON’T POST ENOUGH OF THEM”
She groaned, “fine, but just one!” She too scrolled through her photos with Vanessa over her shoulder.
“oo! OO! Pick that one, that’s hot as hell girl!”
The picture Vanessa found for her sister was Stella stretched out in the sun, lounging in a blue and green two-piece bikini. The straps barely holding her up the top while the bottoms showed off her thick thighs and long legs. Wine glass in hand, Vanessa returned to her replies, as Stella watched the flood of others come in. Her inbox was full of overwhelming support, heart emojis, heart eyed emojis, positive reinforcement, and only the occasional dick pic after she posted. She uploaded a second, this time answering, ‘FAVORITE HAIR LENGTH’. The third she picked answered, ‘YOUR TATTOOS’. A sly grin and laugh overtook Stella’s face, as she found one of her favorite shots of her butt where she has a small single tattoo on her cheek. Before she posted she wrote a caption and covered the ink with some emojis. Her sister looked over again.
“There we go! Damn girl look at
that ass!” She snapped Stella’s phone from her grip and showed GG across the
table. “Look at that shit GG! My sister’s packing HEAT back there!”
GG simply responded with a wink back.
“Ok well shit Nessa what are you posting! If you think mine are so racy.” Stella joined Vanessa at the hip as they scrolled her older sister’s photo albums answering the question, ‘TIGHTEST TOP’. Vanessa was scrolling so fast, clearly going to something she had in mind, but Stella caught a glimpse of a clearly close up nude her sister had taken on the way through.
“See? I’m not afraid to answer these ones with some sauce! Do another,” Vanessa demanded of her whilst she took the final sip of her third glass of the night. “GG’s posting fucking topless photos on her story, Jesus!”
“Last one!” Stella looked through the replies and found an innocent enough one that could be taken any manner of ways. ‘A SELFIE THAT NO ONE HAS SEEN BEFORE 😉’
She found a selfie of herself she took on a trip with Eric down to Mexico and posted it in the replies. The same praise poured into her DMs. She even noticed one of her Twitch mods asking for more. She chuckled to herself at her impact.
“Damn sissy that’s a good one! I
really like that color on you!”
Stella returned to her phone to check out what other celebs and starlets were posting, finding some nice time to spend to herself as she finished her drink. It wasn’t until her sister suddenly pulled her up from the couch to dance.
“Get UP sissy,” Vanessa commanded. Her arms extended, pulling Stella up off the couch and into the middle of the living room, dancing in their onesies as GG clapped from her seat. Vanessa spun her sister around and gave her a couple of playful spanks while her best friend laughed.
“Oh! GG! Record this for my story would you,” she asked. “Stelly, twerk with me!”
Stella, shocked, responded, “what?” Unlike her older sister, Stella was not necessarily known for as much flirtatious posting.
“Come on don’t be a Debbie Downer!”
Stella’s chest felt warm and her cheeks flushed. She could tell that last glass had hit her sooner rather than later. She giggled and flashed her pearly whites back to her already-bent-over sister. She followed lead and shook her ass through the fabric. “Like this Nessa!”
“YEEES gurl shake that booty!”
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GG held her finger on the record
button and watched the Hudgens sisters twerk under the holiday lights. It
wasn’t before long that Vanessa had them perched on the Christmas Tree, using
it as a prop for their erotic moves, substituting it for a pole. The girls
could not stop laughing.
Of course, Stella noticed her sister putting extra effort into her moves, working every single muscle for the camera; making sure to pull her onesie skintight around the front to really show off her curves to the camera behind her. She knew that she got… outgoing, with some alcohol in her system, but it was just her and GG after all.
Both winded, Stella saw her phone light up with a buzz across the room on the coffee table and bounced over to answer the call of her notifications where she saw another message in her inbox from the same Twitch mod as before. She was answering back, brushing hair out of her face, until she was distracted out of the corner of her eye by her sister still working her body for the camera, now on her knees bouncing up and down.
“Sis, you are something else.”
Vanessa looked over at her with her tongue out in a seductive pout, then looking back at the blonde photographer.
“Do that thing Nessa, you know,” GG asked her friend. She angled the camera a little higher as the recently single firecracker slowly unzipped the front of her matching outfit, teasing the onlookers until pulling it back up. Tongue still hanging out like a dog waiting for some table scraps.
GG’s tongue copied, peaking out to cover her own bottom lip with some spit before folding upwards, circling around the glossed puckered suckers.
Stella rolled her eyes, “yeah… ok girls, get a room!” She clicked her phone to sleep. “I’m headed off to bed,” she said as she yawned with tired eyes. She gathered her bags and proceeded down the hallway towards her room after the girls gave her a kiss goodbye.
Stella cracked the door open to her sister’s spare room. A very plain large bed set opposite an oak chest of drawers with a closet and attached bath on the back wall. She slumped her bags to the floor and took out her nightly routine, finding her way to the bathroom while rubbing her heavy eyes, listening to giggles and song lyrics echo down the hall behind her. She brushed her teeth, popped her contacts out, and her retainer in. The velvety onesie dropped down from around shoulders and laid around her ankles. Her head was still spinning from the booze. A cool splash of water cleaned her face before she waddled back to the bed where she fell face first onto the plush white comforter. Her breasts and bare skin brushed against the sheets, slipping under the sheets with nothing but her white cotton panties. It wasn’t long until she nodded off.
Stella’s eyes shot open in the pitch-black room in the middle of the night to a loud sound. She leaned over to the nightstand to click her phone open to check the time and winced at the bright blue light.
“Fucking 3:34 AM, what the fuck.”
She rolled back to the comfort of her pillow and exhaled a frustrated sigh. Tossing and turning for the next couple minutes, angry she couldn’t fall back to sleep, she wondered what had woken her up.
*THUD*
There it was again; she erected. “UGH! What the fuck is that noise!” The sleep-shocked starlet went silent, waiting for another noise or clue, but all she could hear was muffled chatter and night time shuffling from the room next door. Her room shared a wall with her sister’s, and it was clear that her and GG were still up. Stella threw her head back flat and covered her face with a pillow to suppress the invasive sound.
“These bitches! I’m trying to sleep!”
Surrendering to her restlessness, she grabbed her phone to see if she had any new messages from Eric from earlier. All she found were countless thirsty comments left on her Instagram. Her face lit up against the backdrop of the dark room as she scrolled and scrolled and scrolled until she heard yet another sudden loud noise. Stella threw the sheets off her body and leaned up against the wall, cupping her ear to the cold white paint to try to hear what her neighbors were doing up so late.
Her pupils widened and her free hand met her ajar mouth. From the other side of the wall, all she heard was faint moaning and shuffling. She was shocked.
“Are they,” she muttered to herself, “are they fucking? These drunk sluts!”
She knew they teased publicly, but she didn’t know they were an actual item privately. Stella knew her sister was bi but assumed she liked men too much to actually jump the tracks. Her mind raced with all rumors she had seen flying around on social media, what people had said, what she had seen the few times she had hung out with both of them, until she slid down the wall.
Then she heard a moan loud enough to pierce the wall without even an attempt to spy. Her ear met the wall once more. As she listened in, she heard one of the girls scolding the other for being too loud. Time slipped away from Stella as she sat there on the floor, engrossed in the action.
Stella looked down. She couldn’t describe it, but she was having a feeling; a feeling she knew she shouldn’t. Her panties felt tighter, her thighs warmer. Her stomach fluttered like it would every time her and Eric started to get hot and heavy.
“No.” She pulled her head away from the wall. “This is wrong.” She got from her feet to a squat to pull her phone down, getting ready to at least send her sister a text asking her to keep it down.
“uhhhhghhhhh,” she could hear through the wall.
Stella sat her fat ass right back down and swiftly pushed her cheek flush to the wall once more. The moans were growing louder. She whipped her head around the room, making sure the coast was clear, despite knowing she was the only one in the room, and pulled her panties down below her waist. The cotton sides clung to her upper thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs any farther without permission from her undergarments. Stella bit her bottom lip and pushed her hand down her bare chest, past her breasts and stomach, stopping at her navel before she tentatively touched her panties above humming clit.
Not even having slept off the
alcohol yet, Stella’s head was spinning at her own touch as she listened. Every
so often when a louder moan escaped from debauchery next door, she could make
out the voice doing the moans, and painted the scene in her head. Stella could
feel the warmth and the wet building up around her softest spots. She slid her
panties to the side and danced her finger tips around her vulva, mimicking
foreplay with her boyfriend. She traced a figure eight around her wetness while
the thuds from the other room grew louder. When she’d had enough of her own
tease, she took two fingers to her lips, coated them in a gloss of saliva, and
dipped them slowly inside her southern folds, feeling every crevice and detail
for herself on the way in. She left her thumb at the door to play bouncer on
her clit. The warmth from her thighs countered the chill running down her spine
as she struggled to slide a third digit down her vagina.
“RIGHT THERE FUUUUUCK!” The shout
came crashing through the wall without even an attempt at stealth. A rhythmic
knock echoed around Stella’s room. The sound of bed posts grinding their feet
against hardwood and mattress motion bounced between the four dimly lit walls
while the younger sister buried her knuckles deeper inside herself. Stella
tried to match her thrusting with the audible rhythm penetrating her ears.
With her face still pressed
against the wall, her fingertips curled inside of herself, gently caressing her
stiffened g-spot. Every motion up and down inside sent waves up and down her
legs, and butterflies in her stomach. Her thighs turned to jelly and her back
naturally arched. With two fingers inside, she spread them out in a peace sign
to tease some width while her thumb rested on her hood. Stella pushed her back
up against the wall so her left hand could get a break from its stabilizing
position to fondle her hanging tits, fumbling them between her palms. She
stroked her nipples whilst synchronous seducing her clit.
There was a loud spank from next
door before a creak in the bed, swiftly followed by scuttled footsteps. Another
thud smacked the very wall Stella was leaning against; one that briefly shook
the nightstand next to her bed. The moans sounded like they were directly on
the other side of the plaster, mere inches away. The hand that was molesting
her tits quickly covered her mouth, as not to make a single sound. With eyes
wide, Stella listened as it sounded like someone was getting fucked up against
the wall.
“Oh yessss GG! Fuck my little pussy!
Make me yours GG!”
It was faint, but it was obvious
to her that her sister was the one receiving. Stella couldn’t help but laugh
quietly to herself listening to her sister attempting her best Sasha Grey
impression for her lover. It was so dramatic… but so hot.
She picked up the pace, as did GG
inside her sister. She could hear knees knocking against the wall. They were
being so loud. Stella’s head spun. Drunk on a mix of spiked orange juice and
pure primal lust, on the edge of her orgasm, she stood up and faced the wall,
trying to mimic the exact position her sister stood in, imagining Eric was
behind her in GG’s position, thrusting. Stella pushed her breasts up against
the constructed barrier, and with nipples hardened, she slid her fingers deep
inside herself from the front. Her free hand climbed the wall, trying to match
her sister’s exact position; looking for a hand to hold that wasn’t there. Her
forehead was pressed tight against the wall before she took a side approach,
pushing her cheek to the wall keeping her ear parallel. Her breath hit the
paint and immediately fogged while Vanessa whimpered out pleas for more. All
Stella could imagine was cock… both of flesh and plastic… one pounding her own
pussy while the other took her sister from behind. Both holding hands, heavily
panting face to face, while backshots rippled through the air. Stella knew she
was close, but in the fantasy she created, they were both getting ready to
round the corner together. Her legs gave out from under her. Her body vibrated,
and completely taken by her imaginary scene, she let out a loud orgasmic moan,
rivaling the volume of her sister.
“FuuuuUUUUuuuUUUUUUUUCCKKKKK,”
Stella cried out. Her fingers gave a final couple pumps before she pulled them
out and tribbed her clit to ride the last of her pleasure.
Her bliss was cut short by not a
sound, but the distinct lack of sound compared the commotion that interrupted
her slumber earlier. Stella was recovering on the ground before she heard the
shuffling of feet and the immediate hinge of the door open.
“Well well well, what do we have here GG?”
Four eyes stared down at the naked and sweaty aftermath of Stella’s orgasm. The youngest was on the ground looking up at her sister, who was made decent by a massive crewneck sweater, and her bestie GG, who’s black lingerie harness left very little to the imagination.
“I-I can explain, I’m sorry,” Stella replied with a stutter. She attempted to gather herself, but Vanessa whooshed in the room like a shade, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled Stella around the corner into theirs.
To Be Continued…
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