Meghan always loved baking. Ever since she was a little girl, she would help her mother make pies and cakes for every occasion. She enjoyed the smell of the oven, the feel of the dough, and the taste of the sweet filling. She had inherited her mother’s recipe book, which contained all kinds of delicious desserts.

She was a successful woman, with a good job and a nice apartment in the city. She had everything she wanted, except for one thing: someone to share her life with. She had dated a few men over the years, but none of them seemed to appreciate her passion for baking. They either thought it was too old-fashioned, or too fattening, or too boring. They wanted her to go out to fancy restaurants, or travel to exotic places, or watch sports with them. They didn’t understand that baking was her way of expressing herself, and showing her love.

Meghan was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion and blonde hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders. She had a round face with delicate features and bright blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and humor, framed nicely behind stylish eyeglasses. She had a curvy figure that she often tried to hide under loose-fitting clothes, but she couldn't conceal her natural charm and grace. She was a talented graphic designer who had a passion for art and creativity. However, she also had a shy and insecure side that made her sometimes seem unapproachable and distant. She had trouble making friends and finding love, and she often felt lonely and unhappy. She wished she could be more confident and outgoing, but she didn't know how to change.

She had given up on finding love and decided to focus on her career and her hobbies. She had a cat named Walter who kept her company. She was happy enough, she told herself.  Of course, she had urges from time to time.  But it was nothing a little porn or maybe a hot story or two on her favorite erotica website and her trusty collection of vibrators couldn’t solve.

But sometimes, on nights like this, she felt lonely. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and she had decided to make a pumpkin pie for herself. She had bought all the ingredients and was ready to start. She preheated the oven and took out the pie crust from the fridge. She rolled it out on the counter and placed it in the pie dish. She trimmed the edges and poked some holes with a fork. She put it back in the fridge and started working on the filling.

She opened a can of pumpkin puree and poured it into a large bowl. She added some eggs, some evaporated milk, some cinnamon, some nutmeg, some ginger, and some cloves. She whisked everything together until smooth. She reached for the sugar jar but found it empty.

She frowned. How could she have run out of sugar? She always kept a spare bag in the pantry. She checked the pantry, but there was no sugar there either. She must have forgotten to buy more.

She sighed. She couldn’t make a pie without sugar. It would be too bland and bitter. She needed sugar to balance out the spices and the pumpkin.

She looked at the clock. It was almost seven in the evening. The grocery store was still open, but she didn’t feel like going out again. It was cold and dark outside, and she was already in her pajamas.

She wondered if she could borrow some sugar from one of her neighbors. She didn’t know them very well, but maybe they would be willing to help her out. She put on her coat and shoes and grabbed her keys. She left her apartment and walked down the hall. She knocked on the door of apartment 3B, which belonged to a young couple with a baby. There was no answer.

She moved on to apartment 3C, which belonged to an elderly lady who always smelled like lavender. There was no answer there either.

She moved on to apartment 3D, which belonged to someone she had never met before. 

She knocked on the door hesitantly. She heard some footsteps inside, and then the door opened.

She saw a stunning woman with dark hair and brown eyes that contrasted with her pale skin. She had a slender body and a graceful posture that gave her an elegant and sophisticated look.  She looked like a tall, milfy Sasha Grey.

“Can I help you?” she said.

“I’m Meghan.”

“I’m Alexis.” 
“I live in apartment 3A.” 

“I live in apartment 3D.”

They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.  Alexis gave a smirk.

“Can I help you with something?” Alexis asked.

“Um… yes,” she said. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you have any sugar I could borrow.”

“Sugar?” she repeated.

“Yes,” she said.

Alexis smiled.  “Sure,” she said. “Come on in.”

Alexis stepped aside and let Meghan into her apartment.

Meghan followed her inside and looked around curiously.  Alexis' apartment was cozy and comfortable. It had a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The living room had a beige couch, a coffee table, a TV, and a bookshelf. 

Alexis led Meghan to her kitchen, where she opened a cabinet and took out a bag of sugar. “How much do you need?” she asked.

“Oh… just a cup or so,” Meghan answered.

“Do you want me to measure it for you?” Alexis asked.

“No… that’s okay,” Meghan said.  She pushed a strand of her blonde hair nervously behind her ear.  She then took out a measuring cup from her coat pocket and scooped some sugar into it.

Meghan thanked her and turned to leave. She said, "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

Alexis hesitated for a moment. She liked Meghan. She wanted to talk to her more. She wanted to get to know her better. She said, "Hey, do you want to stay for a while? I have some coffee and cookies. We can chat, if you like."

Meghan looked at her in surprise. She said, "Really? Are you sure? I don't want to impose."
Alexis nodded eagerly. She said, "Of course I'm sure. You're not imposing at all. In fact, I'm glad you came over. I was feeling bored."

Meghan smiled shyly. She said, "Well, in that case, I'd love to stay for a while."
Alexis poured a couple of cups of coffee and sat down with her neighbor.

“So, Meghan, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?”

“I'm a graphic designer for an online magazine. I create logos, banners, flyers, and other visual content.”

“That sounds cool. Do you enjoy it?”

 “Yeah, I do. It's fun and creative. But it's also stressful and demanding. I have to work long hours and meet tight deadlines.”

“I know how you feel. I'm a freelance writer, and I have to deal with the same issues.”

“Really? What kind of writing do you do?”

“I write articles, blogs, reviews, and sometimes stories. I write about anything and everything.”

“That sounds interesting. Do you have any published works?”

“Yeah, I have a few. But nothing too famous or impressive.”

“Don't be modest. I'm sure you're a great writer.”

“Thank you. You're very kind.”

“You're welcome.”

“So, do you live alone?”  

“Yeah, I do. I don't have any family or friends here.”

“Me too. I moved here a few months ago, after my divorce.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.”

“It's okay. It was for the best.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

“Not at all. It's a long story, but I'll try to make it short.”

“Okay.”

“Well, I was married to this guy for five years. His name was Mark. He was a lawyer, and he seemed to be the perfect husband. He was handsome, smart, successful, and charming.”

“He sounds like a catch.”

“He was. At first. But then he changed. He became cold, distant, and controlling.  He started to criticize everything I did or said. He made me feel worthless and stupid.”

“That's awful.”

“It was. But it got worse. He started to cheat on me with other women. He didn't even try to hide it. He flaunted it in front of me. He said he didn't love me anymore. He said he wanted a divorce.”

“What a jerk.”

“He was. But I still loved him. I still hoped he would change his mind. I still tried to make him happy.  I told him I would do anything he wanted if he would stay with me.”

“Do anything?”

“Yeah, he took me up on it too.  He began sharing me with one of his friends.  Then more of his friends. Then all of his friends at the same time.”

“Oh, my god.  Like a … gangbang?”

“Oh, you’re familiar with the term?”
“Um… yeah.  I read an article in Cosmo," Meghan lied.  "So, I've always wanted to know… what is it like?”

“The gangbangs?  Well, I hated that my husband was willing to share me with anyone with a dick and a pulse.  But…”

"But, what?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t like it.  It is fun.”

 “Really?”

“Yes.  It’s overwhelming.  Being surrounded by a bunch of guys.  Trying my best to service each of them.  Completely submitting and letting them have their way with me.  Hands all over my body, just taking whatever they please.  It is really hot.”

“Wow.  I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”

“Well, you should try it sometime, Meghan.  Now that I’m single, I still get gangbanged every now and then.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah.  I found a group of four guys that I trust.  I bet they could take care of you too, if you ever worked up the nerve.”

“Yeah right.  It's been years since I had one man.  I don’t think I could handle four.”

“You’d be surprised what you can do when you’re pushed.”

“Do they treat you nicely… the gangbang guys?”

“Before we start?  Yes.  After we finish?  Yes.  During the gangbang.  No.”

“That makes sense.”  Meghan shifted in her seat.  She wanted to know more.  She had to admit, she was a little turned on and genuinely intrigued but also desperate to change the subject.

“So, if you liked the gangbangs, why did you leave Mark?”

“The gangbangs with Mark were complicated.  I like them much more now that they are on my own terms.  But the true beginning of the end was when he asked me to set up a threesome with my sister.”

“What? Okay, yeah, I would have filed for a divorce too.”

“Well, I didn’t. I called my sister and begged her to help me save my marriage.  It took some convincing but Kristen finally agreed to go to bed with us.  Looking back, I’m pretty sure Mark was just seeing many sex bucket list items he could check off his list before dumping me.”
“So, you actually did it?”

“Yes.”

“What was that like?”

 “It was weird at first.”

“At first?”

“Yes.  It's pretty weird watching your husband slide in and out of your sister right in front of you.  He kept encouraging us to play with each other.  He was relentless.  He wanted to watch us lick each other and kept threatening divorce if we didn't.”

"And so… did you?”

“Yes.  We did.  And honestly, that was the best part.  It was my first time with another woman.  I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would.  Kristen is a special girl.  She is so soft and beautiful and a really skilled lover.  Eventually, I realized that I was having much more fun with her and we began to sneak around to see each other without him.”

“Wow…  So how did it end with Mark?”

“Well, one day he came home and told me he had filed for divorce. He said he had found someone else. Someone younger, prettier, and ‘less of a dirty, lezzie, sister fucking, gangbang whore.’”

“That's horrible.”

“It was. But it was also the wake-up call I needed. I realized that he didn't deserve me. That he didn't respect me. That he didn't care about me.”

 “And then?”

 “And then I packed my bags and left him. I moved to this apartment complex and started a new life.”

“Good for you.”

 “Thank you, Meghan.”

 “Well, I’d probably better get going.” Meghan put down her coffee cup and stood up.

 “Hey... before you go, you know how tomorrow is Thanksgiving, right?”

 “Yeah, of course.”

“Well, I was wondering... maybe you'd like to come over to my place for Thanksgiving dinner.  Kristen is going to come by and she's always up for more company.”

“Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I'm serious. Why not?”

“Well, I don't know, Alexis. We barely know each other.”

“I know, but I think you're nice and interesting. And I'd like to get to know you better.  We barely talked about you!”

“You want to talk about my non-existent sex life?  It's not nearly as exciting, I promise.”

“Come on, it'll be fun. I promise. I'm a good cook and a good hostess. And you could bring your pie.”

“Well…”

“Please, say yes. It would mean a lot to me and Kristen.”

“Okay... okay. Fine. I'll come over.”

“Yay! Thank you so much! You won't regret it!”

“You're welcome. I hope not.”

“Trust me, you won't. It'll be great! So what time should I expect you?”

“Um... what time is good for you?”

“How about 6 pm? That's when the turkey will be ready.”

“Okay, 6 pm sounds good.”

“Great! I'll see you then, gorgeous!”

“Okay... see you then, Alexis.”

Meghan left apartment 3D and headed back to 3A.  She immediately began having second thoughts.  Alexis seemed a little dangerous.  She felt that Alexis was almost certainly going to drag her into something crazy.  She barely knew the girl and she was telling her about getting gangbanged and sleeping with her sister.  

“What do you think, Walter?  Should I go over there tomorrow?”

Her cat just yawned and went back to sleep.  “Some help you are.”

Meghan continued with her internal debate.  She could deny that Alexis was nice.  And very beautiful.  She was drawn to her honesty and sexual openness.  It felt like a breath of fresh air.  She had always wished she could let go and embrace her sexuality more.  Maybe Alexis could give her that push she needed.  But no, going to Thanksgiving knowing about Alexis and her sister’s history seemed like a bridge too far.   

Then there was a knock on her door.

“Meghan?  It’s me, Alexis.  You forgot your sugar."

Meghan opened the door.  Alexis handed her the cup of sugar and walked inside her apartment.

“You’re going to need sugar to make that pie.  I can’t wait to have some of your pie tomorrow!”

“Yeah, about that.  I’m not sure I can make it.”

“Really, why not?"

“Well, knowing about you and your sister, I don’t want to be a third wheel.”

 “Ah, I see.  Well… if you must know, I don’t plan on fucking her until after you leave.”

“Jesus, Alexis!”

“I'm just being honest!  So, will me and my sister get to eat some of your pie tomorrow?”

“Do you have to put it like that?”

“I’m kidding, Meghan!  We will behave while you're there, I promise!  There is way more to us than just sex.  Kristen's a graphic designer, just like you.  You're going to love her."

"I don't know, Alexis…"

"Please come over.  It will be great to have a friend so close by.  And you don’t want to be alone on Thanksgiving, do you?”

“Okay, fine.  I’ll be over.  You and Kristen can both eat my pie.”

“Haha!  You're so funny and cute!  Best neighbor ever.  Okay, so I will see you tomorrow?  You promise?”

Meghan looked into Alexis’ brown eyes.  She wanted to say no.  But she just couldn’t.

“Yes.  I promise.”
"Perfect, I will see your beautiful face then!  Sweet dreams, gorgeous!"

Alexis hurried out and Meghan shut the door.  “I’d better finish that pie.”

That night, Meghan just couldn’t get mental images of Alexis with her sister out of her head.  She didn’t know what Kristen looked like, so she imagined her like a redheaded carbon copy of Alexis.  She couldn’t stop picturing Alexis licking away at her sister's pussy.  Meghan had never admitted it to anyone, but she had been fairly curious about girls since middle school.  While she enjoyed watching nasty, degrading hardcore gangbang porn, she preferred to read about lesbians on online.  

After she finished making the pumpkin pie, she headed to bed.  She still had near-constant visions of Alexis and Kristen flashing through her mind, and so she relented and opened up her laptop.  She searched the “Lesbian” section of her favorite site, hoping to find a hot story about sisters.  A story about twin sisters caught her eye.  

It was about a mom who is seduced by her two twin daughters.  Meghan’s bald pussy immediately began to cream just a few paragraphs in, as the mother described spying on her two daughters while they masturbated together.  She had always avoided any story about family members, but she couldn't deny how hot this story made her now.  She reached her hand down her comfy panties and began to play with herself.  

"Oh my god, I'm already so soaked."  She continued to read further and her pace quickly escalated.  When the story described the mother with her hand down her panties, watching as her daughters licked each other to orgasm, Meghan closed her eyes tightly.

"Fuck."

That’s all it took.  Meghan rubbed herself furiously.  Her pussy spasmed and made sloppy, wet noises she had never heard it make before. As she finished, her hips bucked and she loudly moaned. It was so much harder than she had cum in years, and she was just using her hand.  Tonight, she didn't even get her panties off.

She bookmarked the story for later use, pulled her soaked panties off and fell asleep, her clit still throbbing.