Vic and Maddie do Venice (Part 1 )

"Vic and Maddie do Venice"

Part 1.

by Noopster

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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(This is a sequel to Vic and Maddie do Coachella)

A little over a year had passed since what Victoria Justice and Madison Grace, her half-sister and best friend, now referred to in private as “The Coachella thing”. Or rather, that was how they had referred to it on the two or three occasions they had actually addressed it, instead of just hinting at it and then awkwardly changing the subject. As soon as the pair had gone back to L.A. to live their normal lives, the intimacy of that special weekend had turned into a source of constant friction. Victoria wanted to pretend like it had never happened. She was ashamed of the many lines that had been crossed, and no matter what Maddie argued, or how angry she got, the former Nickelodeon starlet would not budge. Both of them moved on eventually, and in the months that followed Victoria became busy trying to revive her acting and singing career, while Maddie slept with one wealthy, but insufferable guy after another, trying to bury her feelings for her sister under a mountain of meaningless dates and one-night-stands. The brief time they had spent together, loving and pleasuring each other, started to seem like a distant dream. The sisters were not as close as they’d once been, and the vibe between them was strange whenever they saw each other. Hugging and kissing, even on the cheek, felt awkward now. And it got to the point where even being left alone in a room was enough to make both of them uncomfortable.

Things had become untenable. Victoria’s decision to set up stricter boundaries with her sister had almost resulted in the destruction of their relationship, and she felt immensely guilty about it, with no idea of how to fix it. So when a mutual friend proposed they all took a summer trip to Venice, she said yes right away. Not only had she been working very hard and in dire need of a well-deserved vacation, but it was the perfect first step to mend her relationship with her sister, with a trusted friend there acting as buffer between the two.

But things don’t always go according to plan, and when the trip’s organizer called at the last minute to let them know she’d gotten food poisoning and would have to skip the vacation all together, the half-sisters and former lovers had to face the fact that they would be spending the next few days together in one of the most romantic places on earth with no chaperone.

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The first day was the toughest to get through. Venice was just as beautiful as everyone said, but all the sightseeing and picture-taking could not make them relax around each other, and all the delicious pasta and hot Italian eye candy in the world could not make them forget that they would be spending the night in the same room for the first time since “The Coachella Thing”. They tried their best to enjoy the experience, but every so often they would look at each other and the memories would come back. The smile would disappear from both their faces, replaced with a subtle but still tense grimace.

The girls took a guided tour through the historic sites of the ancient city, but even among the small group of friendly tourists, they continued to be hyper aware of each other’s presence, feeling like they were putting on an act for everyone else as much as they were for their own selves. By mid-afternoon, this awkwardness around each other had taken a toll on both of them, more exhausted from the tension in their relationship than from all the walking and standing that the tour had required.

The tour guide had moved on with the rest of the group, and it was now just the two sisters, sitting at an outdoor café with nothing but a small round table and their complicated situation in between them.

“That was fun, huh,” said Victoria, unconvincingly.

“Yeah, it’s so beautiful here,” Madison replied in the same way.

They both sounded like bad actors reading from a bad script, and they knew it.

“So I thought that tomorrow we could visit that nightclub Samantha told us about,” Victoria continued, “What do you think?”

“Yeah, okay…” her younger sister said, visibly distracted by something. Victoria turned to see what she was looking at, two young girls with olive skin and dark hair, about the same height and weight, walking down the street and holding hands. They kept on watching in a heavy silence as the young couple sat on a bench and began to kiss. From a distance, they looked so alike that they could almost be sisters.

Madison and Victoria looked at each other, not saying the word but knowing exactly what each other was thinking, before they guiltily looked away.

“So… I was saying, the nightclub…” Victoria said, trying to put the thoughts away with the first thing she could think of.

“No, stop it.”

“Wh-what?”

Madison crossed her arms and stared at her sister. “I’m not doing this, it’s fucking stupid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, and I’m tired of both of us having to act like there isn’t a huge fucking elephant in the room.”

“Maddie, there’s people around, maybe this isn’t the best place to talk about–”

“Except there’s nothing to talk about, right? Because you’ve made it very clear that you don’t want anything to do with… that.”

Victoria felt guilty and it showed. If she hadn’t taken those pills at Coachella, if she hadn’t allowed herself to lose control like that, none of this would be happening. “It’s complicated, Madison, you know that.”

“I know, I know, and it’s fine, honestly. I pretty much got the message when you stopped hanging out with me. But this, what we’re doing right here, what we’ve been doing since we got here? It’s fucking stupid, and I’m not going to do it anymore. I mean, we’re still sisters, aren’t we?”

“Of course!”

“And we used to be best friends. So what happened to that?”

“We’re still best friends, Maddie. Things just got a bit complicated.”

“Then let me uncomplicate them. Just cut it out, Vic, stop being so fucking weird around me.”

“Hey, you’ve been acting weird around me too.”

“Only because you keep looking at me like you’re afraid I’m going to, like, do something to you. It makes me feel like I’m one of your creepy fans or something. But I’m not a stalker, Vic, I’m your sister.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Madison gave her a stern look. “That’s it? ‘I’m sorry’? After all this time, that’s all you’ve got? …Are you just saying that so I won’t make a scene here?”

“No, I really am sorry. Maybe I’ve been overreacting.”

“That’s an understatement,” Maddie said, holding her sister’s hands, “let’s make a promise”. She felt her tensing in response to her touch, but she didn’t let go. “Let’s promise we will never let anything, no matter how small, no matter how big, weird or uncomfortable, get in the way of our relationship.”

“Okay,  I promise,” Victoria said, her hands relaxing in her sister’s grasp.

“Pinky promise?” Maddie smiled, offering her smallest finger. 

“Pinky promise,” her older sister solemnly replied before shaking her finger.

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Victoria was feeling tipsy by the time they left the little café, and Madison looked even wobblier. But the sisters felt so reinvigorated by the rich food, the delicious Italian wine, and the heart-to-heart talk, they decided to go on a walk to discover Venice on their own terms. They walked through San Marcos square holding hands, and took pictures of each other on the Rialto Bridge. They continued to wander through Venice, not caring too much about where they were going, but constantly stopping to take more pictures at every notable or pretty spot, of which there were many in the ancient Italian city. 

It was oddly romantic, even if they would never admit it, and the scenery and the couples holding hands just like them, were a constant reminder of what had happened in California. As for Madison, taking pictures of her gorgeous sister in those tight jeans was making her feel especially inspired, and the ease with which Victoria caught the attention of pretty much every guy that happened to be near, kept bringing up the memory of all those horny frat guys having their way with her in that Coachella tent.

“Oh, this is gonna look great,” Victoria said, pointing to an underpass right next to a canal. Maddie readied the camera as her sister leaned against the brick wall and took the first shot. “Why don’t you take off the jacket?” she suggested, her voice dripping with desire. The way Victoria bit her lip in response was so damn sexy that it brought back a torrent of lewd memories to Maddie’s head: Victoria undressing in front of the mirror, letting the towel fall off her body as she came out of the bathroom, touching herself in bed…

It had been so long, and Madison’s heart started racing as the leopard print jacket fell down her sister’s shoulder. 

“You look amazing,” Maddie said, trying to hide the lust in her voice as her stunning sister presented her slender and exquisite form, staring into the distance as the camera clicked away.

“Do I now?” Victoria playfully replied, pushing her boobs together ever so slightly. The temptation was becoming unbearable for Madison. Half-sister or not, the sexiest woman on the planet was standing right there, teasing the camera with those perfect tits of hers spilling out of her top, and she was supposed to pretend like she wasn’t feeling anything? Like her entire being wasn’t calling for her to stretch her hand and touch her sister?

Unaware of the struggle her sister was going through, Victoria continued to pose, letting her natural beauty shine for the camera, when suddenly, Maddie was standing right next to her; she’d put the camera down and was staring straight into her eyes. “Uh, what’s–” Victoria started to say, but her sister leaned in, and their lips brushed together ever so gently before she pulled back. Again she tried to say something, but Maddie was determined and kept pushing forward, cutting her off as she smacked her lips against Victoria’s, pressing the issue until her hesitant sister gave in and parted her lips to let Maddie’s tongue slip in her mouth. The kiss sparked a fire in both of them, and their tongues brushed together lightly before picking up speed. Maddie’s hand landed on her sister’s left breast, their tongues now circling and coiling with impatience, the pent-up desire they had both been trying to keep in check for so long now guiding their every action. “Mmmmpph,” Victoria moaned into Maddie’s mouth as she felt her sister’s arms circling her waist and pulling her closer. They kissed deeper, their tongues boldly exploring each other's mouths as Maddie’s hands roamed across the exquisite curves of Victoria’s anatomy, relishing every inch of her soft, caramel skin, before finally coming back to her perfect tits and squeezing them hard until she made her cry out in pleasure.

“Wait, wait, Maddie, stop it...” Victoria sighed, pushing her sister away before readjusting her tank top.

“What? Why?”

“Because– it’s… it’s wrong, okay? I thought we had settled this.”

“We? No, you settled it for both of us.”

“Maddie, we can’t– what happened at Coachella was… wrong. It was dangerous too.”

“No, it was fun and spontaneous, it was exciting, it was… unforgettable.”

Victoria brought her hand to her forehead in frustration, her cheeks still flushed, a light sheen of sweat augmenting the natural glow of her flawless features. Maddie lowered her voice before she added, “And so was the next morning… when it was just the two of us.”

The lust in her sister’s voice was so potent, so undeniably overwhelming, that it kept Victoria from saying anything back, and the silence gave enough room for her mind to conjure up that which she had worked so hard to keep buried. She remembered lying on that bed, with her sister’s body pressed to hers. Maddie’s hands running over her body, gently stroking and caressing every inch of her soft, tan skin. Not fast and hasty like men usually do, but slow and attentive, as if she was trying to arouse every single cell on her body, one by one with just the tips of her fingers. She remembered how amazing it felt kissing her everywhere as they climaxed together. How nothing else, before or since, could compare.

“Vic, please, look at me.”

Victoria forced herself to meet her sister’s eyes.

“I’ve missed you,” Maddie continued, wrapping her arm around Victoria’s waist again, “Haven’t you missed me?” Victoria’s eyes drifted away, but her body did not resist as her sister leaned in and kissed her neck.  “Forget about everyone else, or what’s right or wrong…” Maddie said, her exposed midriff pressed against her sister’s, their chests squashed up against one another, hardened nipples rubbing against hers through the thin tank top, “...Just be honest.” 

Victoria felt goosebumps up her arms, and a streak of internal lightning running through her body. She didn't know how to respond. She had never been intimate with a woman before Madison, not even so much as a kiss when all her contemporaries were experimenting, and she had tried so hard to bury those feelings, that thirst… but her heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour, and she couldn't stop quivering as Maddie nibbled on her earlobe. Her body saying everything she couldn’t put into words.

“Tell me this doesn’t feel good,” Madison insisted, talking right in her sister’s ear while her hand lightly caressed the inside of Victoria’s thighs. Victoria looked at her, Maddie’s face so close now, her breath right on her lips. Every rational thought in her head told her to stay away, but the rest of her could not resist, as if she was caught by a magnet. Maddie looked down at Victoria’s lips before meeting her gaze again. She spoke softly as she made her move, “Just…stop… thinking.”

Victoria closed her eyes as her sister’s lips collided with hers. The kiss did not come as a shock this time, there was no more struggling against what her body wanted. Maddie’s tongue was welcomed and embraced, and her sister’s body pressed against hers felt so right. Madison reached behind and grabbed her ass in those jeans that had been tempting her all day, and Victoria moaned louder into her mouth as their tongues slipped and slid together. Encouraged, Maddie’s hand then rushed inside her sister’s skin tight jeans, and Victoria desperately started to undo the buttons to give her little sister full access. “Oh God!” the actress sighed as Maddie pulled the damp crotch of her panties aside to find her slippery, wet lips welcoming her fingers in. Victoria lost all composure and cupped Maddie’s face, kissing her deeply as her fingers plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy, a kiss as intense as any they had shared at Coachella. She groped and fondled Maddie as she began to slowly fuck her with her two digits, delighting in grabbing and squeezing all the parts of her sister’s body she’d been lying to herself about for so long. The sounds of cars driving above them and the occasional group of people passing by did not matter, they barely registered as the intensity ramped up. Such soft hands, soft lips, such a delicate way of kissing; even amongst the turmoil and recklessness of the moment, her younger sister was a much more skilled lover than anyone else she’d ever met. “Fuck, I want you so fucking bad,” she heard Maddie say as her free hand left moved to cup her ass. Victoria moaned, feeling herself burning from the inside and doing the same to Maddie, squeezing those firm cheeks in her fingers before her sister pulled up her tank top to kiss her breasts. “These perfect fucking tits,” Maddie panted with gusto, taking a second to admire them before burying her face between them, latching and sucking on her stiff nipples as the cool sea breeze on Victoria’s naked back sent shivers through her body. 

It was all happening so fast, Victoria could hear faint sounds from what sounded like people walking their dogs over the small bridge, and the energy rush that surged through her was invigorating, intoxicating. Within seconds, she was totally lost in the moment, entirely consumed with exhilaration, aching for her sister’s hands to touch her, take her clothes off, make her squeal with joy. And as if Maddie could read her mind, she dropped to her knees and pulled her jeans down right then and there in one forceful tug. “Oh God,” Victoria heard herself panting, feeling the cold stone on her bare ass cheeks and seeing the craving in her sister’s eyes as she stared at her bald pussy. “Maddie, we’re in public, maybe we should–”

Madison dove in without a warning, spreading Victoria’s pussy with two fingers and swirling her tongue around her sister’s swollen lips. “Oh!” the Nickelodeon cried out as Maddie pushed her knees further apart, taking away any reservations Victoria still had with nothing but her magical tongue flicking up and down and circling her clit. Vic’s breathing became ragged, like she’d just climbed to the top of St. Mark's Campanile, she grabbed a handful of her sister’s long brown hair and pushed her hips upward. "Ooh... Maddie… yes.. just like that,” she moaned as Madison slowly licked from bottom to top with a flat tongue, treating her pussy like the most delicious gelato in the world. When she pursed her lips and began to suck on her rock-hard clit, Victoria gripped her hair tightly, and her thighs crushed her sister’s head, muffling all sound as she ground her hips into her face. The things Madison was doing to her pussy were incredible, and she had her cooing and moaning like a wounded animal, pushing her hips forward and cupping her tits and pulling her nipples, her body arched into the shape of an inverted C while her sister dutifully licked up and down, expertly pleasuring every part of her dripping wet pussy to the point of madness.

Madison knew all the tricks. She flicked and licked Vic's clitoris, she moved her head from side to side, up and down, finding the right angle, she licked along the sides of her labia, pushed her tongue in; she did whatever she thought would please her sister, waiting for the right moment to dip two fingers inside her and drive her over the age. “AHHH!!!” Victoria cried out with two of her sister’s digits buried deep, the intensity of it all making her close her eyes shut as Maddie licked and fingered her at the same time, the full experience of their Coachella adventure coming back to her like an avalanche of sights, sounds, smells, taking her back to that crowded, sweaty, musky tent in Indio, California, where the two of them had shared the greatest, wildest sexual experience of their young lives. She felt Maddie’s lips close around her swollen clit and saw herself lying in that tent with her legs spread open, and a stranger thrusting into her without mercy. She felt another finger entering her and saw herself next to her sister, taking cock after cock, a slave to the chemicals coursing through her veins, the ones that had freed her from shame and consequence, allowing her to experience sex in its rawest form; just like right then and there, getting her pussy eaten by her younger half-sister, finally experiencing life to the fullest once again.

“Fuck, Maddie… fuuuuuuuck!” she cried out as she pictured herself licking cum off her sister’s sweaty naked body with dozens of horny men trying to come and get a piece of them, and she pulled Madison’s face closer, mushing it against her pussy and grinding on her face, her cries of pleasure echoing off the rock walls as she began to climax right in her slutty sister’s mouth, who kept holding on like a pro, digging her nails into her sister’s butt cheeks and burying her tongue in that gushing hole as Victoria’s cries turned into a whimper, bucking and spasming over and over and over again until the pleasure dulled enough for her to open her eyes.

“Oh fuck, oh… jesus… oh MY God…” Victoria panted, looking down at her sister in a state of complete disarray. Maddie was still on her knees. She briefly looked up and smiled proudly, her lips and cheeks shimmering with the juices flowing out of her big sis, before she turned her attention back to her pussy to give a few more kisses to the tender, red clit. 

“Ahhhh…” Victoria sighed, her breath coming in short bursts, a light tremble rattling her lower half.  “Oh God… Oh sweet God…” she panted, leaning against the rock wall with her eyes closed and her jeans and panties bunched up around her ankles.

“Mmmm, you’re welcome,” Madison said, wiping some of the clear discharge from the corner of her mouth. She rose, eager to kiss her sister on the lips again, but Victoria quickly retreated.

“Wait, wait, just– wait a second,” the slender actress said, keeping her at bay with one hand while she pulled her pants up with the other.

“Wha– what’s wrong?”

“This! You and me, we can’t keep doing this.”

There was nothing but hurt and confusion on Maddie’s face. “What? But I just– you just– didn’t you like it? ‘Cause it sure looked like–”

“That’s not the point. We shouldn’t have– I shouldn’t have– It’s just wrong, okay? Whether we like it or not. Maddie, I’m sorry, but you know I’m right.”

“Really? You’re gonna give me this fucking bullshit again after I just–!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I got caught up in the moment.”

“You’re unfucking believable, you know that?!”

“Maddie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“No! Shut the fuck up, Vic. Don’t say another fucking word to me.” 

“Let’s just go back to the hotel, it’s getting late.”

“Whatever.”

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To Be Continued...