by Lizzy Black
Stepsister Loves Lingerie
Lizzy Black
Copyright © 2015 by: Lizzy Black
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“I am too sexy for this skirt, too sexy for this skirt, too sexy, yeah?” The tall, leggy blonde, naked except for a short plaid skirt hugging her curvy hips, held a flashlight to her full red lips and sang. “Oh, I am a model, yes, I am.”
“You sure are, Jay.” Her roommate of five years, ever since they were eighteen and moved out of their respective homes, replied with a laugh. “But then you’ve got to get the talent scouts to see that too.”
“They have, Sadie, my sad little folk singer, they have.” Jamie Murdoch wagged a finger at the dark haired young woman lying naked on the bed.
“Really, when and where?” Sadie Bullets widened her eyes in feigned surprise. “And I’m a hard rock singer, not a yokel folk yodeler.”
“Sure, you’re the next Janis Joplin as much as I’m the next Sybille Lance.”
“Sybille Lance, the hottest lingerie model ever?” Sadie said dreamily, caressing her own pussy. “Oh, my god, Jamie. She’s got a body cast by the Greek Gods themselves, like an Amazon princess of Themiscyra.”
“Oh yeah, she’s a regular wonder woman all right.” Jamie raised both her arms up in a V and sank to her knees. “And guess what, I’ll be working with her at Sibilance Lingerie from next week.”
“Holy Shit!” The struggling rock singer looked really surprised this time. “You’ve actually landed that gig? It’s like me getting invited to sing lead with Van Halen.”
“Hah, she’s not that old.” Jamie laughed aloud. “She’s about twenty eight or nine. Sybille started her career eleven years ago at the age of eighteen.”
“That makes her six years older than you, than the two of us.” Sadie caressed her roommate’s curvy hip. “But she’s not as tall as you are, is she?”
“She’s five nine and I’m just two inches taller.” Jamie ran her slender fingers through her curly shoulder length blonde hair. “But she has a way hotter body; I wonder what kind of workout routine she has.”
“Isn’t five eleven a little too tall for a lingerie model?” Sadie looked concerned for a moment. “I mean everything else about you is just awesome, like your sexy legs and yummy ass, as well as these perky beauties.”
“Yeah, I fill out every slinky little piece of temptation really well, don’t I?” The tall blonde model cupped her naked 34C breasts and bounced them on her hands.
“Come here, gorgeous.” Sadie said huskily and kissed the cherry hard nipples that stood erect on her roommate’s breasts. “Mmh, mmh.”
Jamie caressed her friend’s dark hair as the bookish rocker sucked on her nipples, moaning softly. She remembered the first time she discovered that she wasn’t as much into boys as she had thought. Being part of the cheerleading squad all through high school got her a fair share of the hunky studs that strutted all around, but she never really got into them. She found the company of the weird and nerdy Sadie Johansson much to her liking than those of the click crowd. Sadie introduced her to the world of soft, delicate love and satisfaction only another woman can give.
Sadie Johansson was kind of a recluse, kept mostly to herself back in high school, so when the school’s cheerleading captain took an interest in her, she suspected something was up. But Jamie won her over and they were soon inseparable friends, with benefits. They discovered that they didn’t need boys to get sexually gratified very early on in their friendship and decided to move in with each other right after high school. Sadie changed her last name to Bullets, got a few tattoos, and put her powerful voice and guitar playing skills to good use in the local nightclubs and Jamie made a name for herself in the local modeling circles. Both knew that their affection for each other had to be just at the physical level and adopted the ‘live and let live’ attitude towards each other. They were best friends first and then lovers.
“Wow, you have the appointment letter too.” Sadie reached for the grey envelope lying on the bed next to Jamie.
“No, that’s not the one…” Jamie looked around, and then held up a lilac envelope with gold trimmings. “This is it.”
“What is this then?” Sadie slipped a letter out of the gray envelope and poured over it. “Holy Guacamole! It’s a will reading for a John Sable-Carson and you’re invited as family.”
“Yeah, he was my step dad.” Jamie shook her head sadly. “Passed on last week, I can’t say I knew the guy. Mom married him after I left home. I wonder why I’m invited.”
“Geez, how’s your Mom taking it…?” Sadie looked at her best friend with concern. “I mean, two husbands passing away within ten years. Brrrr.”
“She’s good; I spoke to her last week.” Jamie grinned. “Give her a month and she’ll find another one.”
“What?” Sadie slapped her roommate on the thigh. “You make her sound like some gold digger.”
“Yeah, and she’s an alcoholic too.” Jamie shook her head, blonde curls jiggling around her pretty face. “Look, let’s forget about it.”
“Are you going to the reading?” Sadie sat up, peering at the letter once again. “You might inherit something, like a car or a few million. If I remember correctly, John Sable-Carson was a millionaire, a fabric industry magnate.”
“Uh-huh, he did own a few mills and stuff.” Jamie sighed. “Yeah, I’ll go, out of respect and all that crap.”
“Now show me the other letter, the one from Sibilance.” Sadie reached out.
“Sibilance. Sybille Lance. Do you see the connection?” Jamie scratched her head as she handed the pink envelope to Sadie.
“Yeah, too good to be just a coincidence… maybe she owns the company.” Sadie laughed.
“Whoa, that’s even better.” Jamie slapped her brow.
2
“Hi Mom, how’re you keeping up?” Jamie said softly as she walked up to the tall stately woman who was an exact older version of her. “I’m sorry I missed John’s funeral.”
“Jamie, so glad you could make it, dear.” The older Murdoch woman hugged her daughter. “I’m fine, it’s okay… about the funeral… it was a quiet affair”
“Oh, I’m glad for you, Mom.” Jamie sighed, looking around the gloomy little room. A few others were there and more people strolled in. “You remember my friend, Sadie. We’re roommates now.”
“Hi, Mrs. Murdoch, it’s been a while.” Sadie shook the older woman’s hand.
“Yes, dear. It has” She smiled. “And you look a lot different than I remember.”
“Yes, time changes things and keeping up with it is the key to survival.” Sadie said sagely.
“Yes, that’s so true.” Jamie’s mother nodded and turned to greet some of the other people invited to the reading.
Jamie grabbed her friend by the elbow and moved to the back of the somber room. They found seats and sat down quietly as the attorneys of the estate took the podium and produced a few files and letters. They went on for awhile reading out contents of the will. Some of the assets went to Sable-Carson’s chi
ldren from his first marriage, and most to her own mother. Janie hadn’t heard anything that was specifically willed to her. She sighed at the waste of time being there.
“Well, that’s the lot, I guess.” The lead attorney smiled at everyone. “As executor of this will I decree all closed and final, everyone named will be required to sign some of these documents and have their picture taken.”
“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Jamie sighed in relief. “Let’s get the ‘eff’ out of here.”
“What about your mother?” Sadie wanted to know.
“Well, she’s richer than she was yesterday and I think she’s got her eye on that lawyer, so she’s doing all right, as expected.”
“So we just leave, like that?” Sadie sounded confused.
“Yeah, we do.” Jamie shrugged. “I’ll call mom in a week to know how things are.”
“Hm, he left a few goodies to his other kids, but nothing to you.” Her roommate looked annoyed.
“I guess being of his own flesh and blood made them more qualified than I was.” Jamie laughed. “Wonder why I got the darn letter… just as a formality.”
“His other children… a son and a daughter.” Sadie went on. “They’re way older than you… the guy was almost seventy. Your mom sure lucked out.”
“Yeah, she always does.” Jamie shook her head as she opened the door to leave.
“Hey, there’s one of his kids now.” Sadie grabbed her shoulder. “And look, she’s kind of familiar.”
“Holy shitzou!” Jamie said, staring at the young woman in a dark business suit as she signed the registration book. “She looks like Sybille.”
“Yeah, except for those eyeglasses and all those clothes.” Sadie nodded as they walked out of the room. “I’ve never seen Sybille with so many clothes on before…”
“But what if Sybille Lance is the daughter of Sable-Carson?” Jamie rubbed her dimpled chin.
“Gee, I’d hate being called Sybille Sable, no wonder she’s changed her last name to Lance.” Sadie laughed as they headed for the car park.
“Maybe she’s married to someone with the last name Lance.” The tall blonde shrugged as she opened the driver’s side door to the little pink hatchback.
“Well, whatever, I think you’re in luck.” Sadie gushed as she got in from the other side.
“Yeah, but that is of course if the woman in there is Sybille Lance.” Jamie pursed her lips as she fumbled for the car keys. “We’re just building a few castles in the clouds here.”
“But if she is Sybille Lance,” Sadie said, handing her the keys that she kept in her wallet. “That makes you two step-sisters.”
“How is that possible?” Jamie’s brow furrowed. “We have completely different biological parents. Her only association to me was by her father marrying my mother. We’re as good as strangers.”
“But consider the possibilities, if she does own Sibilance Lingerie.” Sadie leaned back on the reclining seat, making herself comfortable for the long drive back home. “You’re going to work in a place that’s family owned. You can call a few shots here and there.”
“Even if that’s remotely possible…” Jamie gunned the engine to life. “I don’t see how I could benefit from being related by association of my mother and her father.”
“It’s legal entitlement.” Sadie pressed on. “You have a stake on it too.”
“Not if Sybille built the company all by herself,” Jamie shrugged as she eased the small car out of the parking lot, “even if she does happen to be my step-sister, which in itself is a long shot.”
“Don’t you see it, Jay, her daddy dearest was a mogul in the cloth manufacturing market, and he could have easily funded her little company for her.” The dark haired rock singer sounded confident. “That gives you a share in the holdings, some of it.”
“The company is not so little and I guess I’ll find out when I take up their offer on Monday, won’t I?” Jamie smiled with the wind blowing her hair back as she put her high heeled boot down on the pedal.
3
“Miss J. Murdoch?” The man in a smart business suit stepped up to her in the lobby of the lavish building that belonged to Sibilance Lingerie and Luxury Wear.
“Yes, that’s me.” Jamie rose up and extended her hand.
“Welcome to Sibilance, my names is Johann Stern; I am Miss Lance’s personal assistant.” He gave her a warm smile. “She will see you now.”
“Thank you, Johann.” Jamie smiled at the slender young man, eyeing his diamond stud earrings. “I so glad to be here.”
“And we are pleased to have you with us here too.” Johann said, ushering her into a dimly lit office and closing the door behind her.
“Miss Murdoch.” A strong female voice greeted her. “Welcome to Sibilance. I am Sybille, and you will be working with me.”
“Oh, good morning, Miss Lance.” Jamie walked gingerly up to the large mahogany desk behind which the owner of the company was seated.
“Please, Jamie, call me Sybille. We don’t go by being so formal here.” The woman gave her a smile. “Take a seat. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, Sybille.” Jamie smiled and sat down on a plush armchair before the large desk. A counter rose up beside her chair with a glass of bubbling champagne tempting her.
In the dim light of the office Jamie noticed that the woman seated there did look a lot like the one she had seen in her late step-father’s will reading session two days ago. She had the same dark hair and wore the same shaded eyeglasses. Sybille Lance emanated a powerful persona that almost took her breath away, whenever she had seen her on magazine covers and on TV. The woman seated opposite her seemed a lot more down to earth. Maybe that was just her show-biz persona, Jamie thought, as a person she might be totally opposite.
“So tell me, Jamie, have you done some serious lingerie modeling before?” Sybille leafed though a dossier file. “I’m impressed by your work; however there is not much of lingerie modeling in here.”
“Well, yeah, I’ve done a bit… and I’m hoping this is where my lingerie modeling career really takes off.” She sipped the champagne, savoring its rich smoothness in her throat and noting the rows of several hundred Champagne bottles that filled a pair of floor to ceiling shelves on the wall behind the sexy brunette.
“Oh, it will, definitely.” The supermodel assured her. “You’ve got what it takes and we can place you in the right direction under the right lights.”
“Cool, thanks.” Jamie smiled. “It’s the break I’ve been waiting for… I mean, Sibilance and you, you are an inspiration to us all.”
“That’s great to know.” Sybille said with a laugh. “Now Jamie, what type of underwear have you on right now?”
“Oh, er, I’m wearing matching red lace.” Jamie looked surprised.
“Lovely.” Sybille smiled. “Could you take off your clothes and stand under the light here in your red lace underwear?”
‘Sure, okay.” Jamie rose to her feet and took off her blouse and skirt without batting an eye. “Under that light?”
“Yes, darling.” The dark haired woman nodded, eyeing her body intently. “Right over there.”
Jamie walked to where she pointed and a pale light fell over her. It grew slightly brighter and she stood under it hands on her hips. Her lace underwear was brand new and she wasn’t quite used to it yet, but it felt good on her soft skin. The bra cups were low cut and pushed upward, holding up her soft creamy breasts, making them jiggle a bit, and the thong panties displayed her sexy ass perfectly.
“Turn around, do a three sixty for me.” Sybille instructed. “My, girl, you have lovely legs and that’s quite a height. How tall are you?”
“I’m five eleven.” Jamie said, almost blushing. Sybille’s intense stare was really beginning to turn her on.
“Five eleven, that’s beautiful.” Sybille breathed huskily. “Turn around for me and shake that sweet ass, baby.”
“Uh, sure.” Jamie smiled sheepishly and did as she was
told.
“Now throw back that lush blonde hair and wiggle your buns, oh yes, just like that, perfect.” The owner of Sibilance rubbed her hands together excitedly.
Suddenly more lights came on and the entire office was flooded with bright light. Jamie shielded her eyes and looked at Sybille in surprise. The woman smiled at her and took off her shaded eyeglasses. Jamie gasped; it was the woman she had seen two days ago at the will reading. Sybille Lance was her step-sister.
“Yes, I know you saw me there at my late father’s will reading.” The woman stood up and walked up to her. “I saw you too and I’m glad that I did.”
“Why?” Jamie eyed her with some alarm. “Why were you glad?”
“I’ve never had a sister, and I wanted one for some time when I was younger.” She laughed softly, placing a finely manicured hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “And you’re just like me, a beautiful young woman who loves her body… and enjoys showing it off.”
“Sy… Sybille?” Jamie took a step back nervously.
“Oh, don’t be scared.” Sybille laughed. “I’m just playing around. It’s not everyday that you find out you’ve got a lovely little kid sister.”
“Oh, um, yeah.” Jamie nodded. “I… I never expected to have a big sister either. Especially you, the one fashion model I’ve idolized since my early teens.”
“Really?” Sybille squeezed her arm. “I’m so glad I inspired you into modeling. No matter what anyone else tells you, it is fun. Yes, we do work hard, and we party harder.”
“And of course, the money is good.” Jamie grinned.
“Yes, that’s the best… and so are a few other perks.” Sybille nodded. “Now, come on, let’s get started. I’ve going to take you over to the studio and get you to model some of our new line of naughty nightwear; it’s going to be fun.”
“Wow, let’s do it.” Jamie fell in step behind her idol, her head spinning to the fact that she was now family to a major fashion house.
4
Jamie had never seen such a range of exciting lingerie before, let alone wear them. Three hours went by like minutes as she enjoyed the look and feel of the exquisite line of naughty nightwear with Sybille and her crew guiding her all the way. She was going to be featured in the summer spread of the Sibilance catalog and it excited her no end.