Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

My mother Amy is the sweetest person I know — shy and soft-spoken, a lovely woman with a good heart who I adore more than I can put into words. Our relationship is very different from most mothers and daughters, though, and this is about how that came to be.

Mother got pregnant when she was in high school, and the jerk who was responsible took off for parts unknown as soon as he got the news, so I never had a father to speak of. She did a wonderful job of raising me on her own, though, with lots and lots of help from my grandparents. They put her through college, looking after me during her classes. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business, and was quickly hired by a local accounting firm. Within six years, she’d worked her way up to a partnership, then bought us a home of our own.

My mother showered me with affection; she always made time for me when I needed it, always gave freely of herself. As a little girl, she would hold me in her arms for hours when I was sad or frightened. I was her baby doll, her Julia.

We lived a fairly typical life as mother and daughter, until one day I discovered the deep feelings that dwelled beneath Mother’s quiet exterior — feelings that would lead us both to a beautiful new intimacy as lovers.

And though our life together has been flavored with the spice of romance, somehow our relationship as parent and child has remained intact. She remains my mother, and I her daughter, even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I’ve confided about Mother and I always ask me how it happened. Here’s the story.

One summer morning, while she was at the office, I was about to take a walk in a nearby park, and wanted to borrow this nice peach-colored blouse she had. My mother and I fit into the same sized clothes, and even though our styles were very different, sometimes we like to wear each other’s things. Anyhow, I was rummaging through her top dresser drawer, looking for the blouse, when my hand closed on something flat at the bottom. I withdrew the object and examined it closely. It was a paperback book with a plain blue cover that read Lesbian Incest.

Intrigued, the blouse forgotten, I took this book to my room. I spent several hours caught in its spell, reading the stories of women and girls who found love with their mothers, their sisters, their aunts, their daughters.

The interviews got to me in a big way. This wasn’t fiction, but the stories of real people who loved and wanted and acted, often risking everything they had in the pursuit of passion. At the time, I had been questioning my own sexuality, and many of these women were dealing about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to terms with myself.

As I read, I began to wonder why my mother owned this book. Then, as I made my way through its pages, another, more unsettling question reared its head: does Mother feel this way about me? Does she fantasize about being my lover?

I was stunned that the thought had even occurred to me — and once there, found it impossible to shake. I was no stranger to lesbian love play, having experimented with other girls at my high school. I’d loved it, and was now wondering if I might be gay… but in my wildest imaginings, I’d never considered the possibility of sex with my own mother!

Once the idea had entered my mind, though, it took root. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… about her. I imagined Mother naked and in my arms, her hands caressing my body, kissing my mouth over and over, touching me in intimate places – and then I began to fantasize about loving her in the very same way. It was pretty unsettling, to say the least; especially when I found myself getting extremely turned on.

The more I pictured it, the more inviting the idea seemed. Our relationship was so close and loving as it was, so somehow the notion of taking what we had between us to a new level really made sense.

Somehow I ended up spread out on my bed, masturbating furiously while imagining Mother and I making passionate love. When I came, it was so intense that the very universe seemed to shift on its axis. I’d never had an orgasm like that before.

I lay motionless for a long time after that, feeling my heartbeat slow to its measured rhythm, pondering this newfound desire for my mother. Oh, I knew that such cravings were supposed to be immoral, forbidden… but I didn’t care. The idea of us being lovers just felt right, somehow. All I knew was that I wanted to make my fantasy happen.

How to go about such a thing, though, was a puzzler. What easy way is there to let your own mother know that you want to go to bed with her? I didn’t think I could just take her in my arms and kiss her — but, strangely enough, it almost happened that way.

It was a Friday night, about a week after I discovered my true feelings for Mother. We were spending a typical evening together, and she had cooked a wonderful meal for us both. After dinner we were relaxing on the couch, listening to chamber music. I was feeling so in love with her right then that I had to say something. So I just let my heart take over.

I turned to her and said, “Mother… I love you. You take such good care of me.” Gazing deep into her shining eyes I kissed her gently and whispered, “I want to take care of you, now.” Then I drew her into my arms.

As I held her, she rested her face against my shoulder and sighed, “Sweet Julia.” I felt a few warm tears against my skin.

I raised her face to mine and kissed her again, my lips lingering against hers a little longer this time.

I could feel Mother’s heart pound with excitement as her body nestled into mine. That was when I was certain she did want me, every bit as much as I hungered for her.

I bent to briefly nuzzle my mother’s soft neck, then raised my face to hers, our noses almost touching. Her eyes were shining with love, but I saw desire there as well — a fierce need for the love between us to become something more.

Unable and unwilling to restrain myself for another second, I closed the brief gap between us and our mouths met again. This time, her lips hesitantly parted, and so did mine. I slipped my tongue into my mother’s mouth, and she shivered in my arms.

Soon we were kissing passionately, her tongue joining mine in a sweet, hot duet. My hands found their way beneath her sweater to cup her breasts. Mother moaned into my mouth, her own hands slipping down to fondle my ass. I teased her nipples with my fingers.

My mother’s touch was gossamer and her hands warmed my skin. We fondled and caressed one another, kissing again and again, speaking not a word. None were needed.

Finally I stood and took her hand, leading Mother to my bedroom. But first we kissed some more, leaning against my door and making out like shy but excited schoolgirls.

I undressed her slowly, one article of clothing at a time, unveiling her body. My mother carried a few extra pounds, and there was a slight sag to her breasts, but these imperfections only made her seem lovelier to me. She was a real woman, a vision of fully ripened beauty — and now she was mine.

When she was naked I laid her down, kissing her mouth first, then trailing my way down her body with my lips and tongue. Her neck… her shoulders… her full, creamy breasts, capped by pert pink nipples that I licked lovingly… her tummy, then lower.

I searched out her wet center and found sweet honey dripping there. Gently parting her thighs, I kissed inside the opening flower. She cried out wordlessly, her fingers tangling in my blonde curls. I took my mother in my mouth, exploring her with a probing tongue. She came for me, and it was beautiful.

As Mother caught her breath I rested my cheek on her thigh, gazing in wonder at her glistening sex… the door from which I’d come into the world sixteen years ago. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, hued a golden brown; the flesh of her vulva as elegant as an exotic orchid. I breathed deeply of my mother’s thick scent, still savoring her flavor on my lips.

Then her eyes fluttered open, and she anxiously drew me to her, whispering “Oh, baby… my precious…” her mouth claiming mine in a fevered kiss.

Breaking away, Mother rolled me onto my back, a fire in her eyes that I’d never seen before. I sank into the pillow, offering myself up to this wonderful woman who had given me life.

My mother worshiped my breasts with her caresses. My nipples tingled to her touch. When she loved me with her fingers my clit throbbed for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn’t expect it so quickly and it hit me hard, like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me then, her lips grazing my vulva in the gentlest of kisses until I found myself once more.

We lay together a long time after that in each other’s arms, gazing into one another’s eyes, sharing soft kisses. Mother smiled at me, resting her hand on my cheek… and I twisted to nuzzle her palm. “Oh Julia, my angel,” she whispered, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” Her eyes were growing moist with joyous tears. “I’ve wanted this — you and me, together — for a long time.”

I nibbled at her ear and murmured “I love you too, Mother… you mean everything to me.”

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body was like warm velvet against mine. She ran her hands down my back as we kissed hungrily, already wanting more. She caressed my ass, putting a finger to my most intimate opening, and I gasped with delight when she penetrated my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. I panted, “That feels so good, Mother… I like having you inside me…”

“I love you, sweetness, and I love being inside you… touching your beautiful, beautiful body…”

As she gently fingered me, I found myself transported to a place of love, of magic. Our mutual arousal quickly rose to fever pitch, and Mother and I shifted positions on the bed so we could be in each other’s mouths.

I licked her thighs, drunk on the perfumed heat of her body, then buried my nose in her bush to taste the wetness that was so sweet on my tongue, the thick, warm wine that flowed between her thighs. She kissed and licked at my shaved pussy, her every touch a poem of love for me. As she drank from my body I heard myself gasping over the ecstatic rush in my head. “Mother… oh, Mother…”

I was lost to time. All I could do was feel — her hands fondling my bottom, her lips brushing my clit, her flower in my mouth, mine in hers. Then she licked her way to my anus, her tongue sliding wetly through the crack of my ass, and I felt such a consuming joy that I thought I might cry. No lover had ever done such a thing for me. The knowledge that she was willing to pleasure me there only made fed the adoration I felt for my wonderful mother.

Wanting to do the same for her, I buried my face between her cheeks and kissed her asshole like it was my mother’s luscious mouth. I cupped her pussy, stroking her clitoris with my thumb — and she responded with a choked cry, plunging two fingers into my cunt.

I don’t know who came first, but I heard us both moaning as ecstasy poured down upon us like torrents of summer rain. We rode our climaxes together, continuing to pleasure each other for as long as our bodies could take it. Finally we cried out in unison as this pure delight rose to one last, impossible peak, then slowly dimmed to a comforting glow.

Mother and I lay entwined, exchanging vows of love, swearing mutual devotion. You see, we both knew that this was the real thing; that we were meant to be lovers for the rest of our lives. We held one another close crying tears of joy, our only regret having taken so long to find this perfect thing that we now shared.

We two have been a couple for three years, and that time has been pure bliss for us both. We are mother and daughter, best friends, roommates and lovers. She is still sweet, shy and soft-spoken, still the parent who helps to make everything right when the cares of the world are too much to take; our nude bodies tangled together in the warmth of the bed we share.

Mother and I love to fantasize about her teaching me the pleasures of incest as a little girl. In fact, we often play sweet pretending games where I am a child of anywhere from six to ten, Mommy taking me to bed to show me a new way of loving.

Those are wonderful times, as is every moment of sexual intimacy she and I enjoy… but the memory of us coming together on that first night is the one I cherish above all.

At eleven-thirty that evening, Hannah slipped out of her bed, wearing just a battered old Little Mermaid nightdress that she’d had for years. It was too small for her, and the hem only reached a few inches down her pale thighs.

She emerged into the darkened hallway and gingerly tiptoed down to Alice’s room, quietly opened the door and stepped in.

“Hiya,” whispered Alice, sitting up in the center of the bed. She was on top of the duvet, her naked body on display. The room was lit by the bedside lamp, which cast a warm, friendly glow over the scene.

“Hi, big sister,” Hannah whispered back, carefully shutting the door. She pulled off her gown and flung it aside, then scampered over to leap onto the bed. She knelt in front of Alice, and both sisters leaned in to meet in a passionate kiss, as if they’d been lovers for years. Hannah’s hands found their way to her sister’s breasts, teasing Alice’s nipples to aching stiffness.

“Mmmm, we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight, baby sister,” Alice murmured.

“We sure are!” agreed Hannah.

“Just remember to keep the noise down, ‘kay?”

“Sure. Um, so… what do we do first?”

“Well, I’ve done this before, so why don’t I give you a little demonstration of how girls make love? Lie down” — she patted the bed — “and I’ll get you off. Believe me, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before!”

A shiver of excitement darting down her spine, Hannah eagerly lay back and spread her legs, watching eagerly as Alice knelt between them. The older girl’s eyes grew wide as she studied the barely downed pink slit before her.

“Damn, sis,” she breathed. “Your pussy is… it’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.” Reaching out, Alice began to lightly stroke her sister’s mons, drawing a sigh of approval from the girl. Growing bolder, she carefully inched the tip of a finger into Hannah’s vagina, then began gently working it in and out, penetrating a little deeper with each stroke.

Hannah closed her eyes, breathing raggedly as her excitement grew. She’d been masturbating since the age of ten — but this was, of course, the first time anyone else had touched her there. It felt fantastic.

The nineteen year old brunette gently fondled Hannah, watching as the girl tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, mewling with delight. Alice’s finger had reached the limit of her little sister’s hymen and, not wanting to taking Hannah’s virginity right then, she began to roll the probing digit in a circular motion, stimulating the vaginal wall — a trick she’d learned from her first female lover.

Gnawing at her knuckle, Hannah stifled a sob of pleasure. What could be better than this? She had her beautiful big sister back home again — and now Alice was making love to her, like they were girlfriends!

Alice marveled at how slippery her finger became as she eased it in and out — God, her sister’s cunt was so hot and wet! She took her hand from between Hannah’s legs and licked at her fingers, humming contentedly as she tasted her little sister.

“Mmmm, what a yummy pussy,” Alice murmured, leaning down to lick her sister’s slit. She ran her tongue up and down the glistening cleft before her, then pressed her mouth against Hannah’s vulva and kissed her hotly — an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue emerging to penetrate the preteen girl.

Hannah was overwhelmed by how lovely it was, the feeling of a warm, wet tongue exploring her inside. Her nipples were stiff; throbbing to the touch, ripples of pleasure flowed like ocean waves through her body. “Oh Alice, that f-feels wonderful,” she panted. “Ooohhhh!” Her trembling hands clutched at Alice’s head, fingers twining into her big sister’s hair.

Soon, Hannah began to come — a white-hot spark coming to life deep inside her, rapidly mounting into an inferno that seemed to consume her whole. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle the moans she made as her body shook and shuddered helplessly.

Alice drank thirstily at her sister’s cunt as Hannah came nonstop for a good thirty seconds, her elfin face contorted in ecstasy. When it was over, the older girl lifted her head, lips and chin glistening with her baby sister’s essence.

Hannah lay exhausted, breathing hard as her big sister crawled up to sprawl beside her. Nuzzling the girl’s face, Alice murmured, “Your pussy tastes great, sis.”

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah moaned, turning to her sister and kissing her passionately, humming with delight as she sampled the flavor of her own cunt from Alice’s mouth.

They kissed for a long, sweet while, then Hannah pulled away and exclaimed, “Let me lick you now! I want to taste your pussy.”

“Sure, sis. Remember, though, be quiet — we don’t want Dad catching us!”

The girls swapped positions, Alice lying on her back, legs spread wide.

Nestled between her big sister’s thighs, Hannah spent a moment admiring Alice’s cunt, the way her glistening pink lips were framed with neatly trimmed auburn pubes. She gently explored her sister with her fingers, getting to know her intimate parts. Hannah’s eyes widened in awe as she slid a finger into the moistened slit, stroking her sister’s soft triangle with her other hand. “Wow, Alice… you’re all hot inside!”

“Eat me, sis,” urged Alice, her body tingling with excitement, “Lick my pussy, please.”

Flashing her big sister a grin, Hannah moved closer to lick at Alice’s slit. Pausing to mull over the taste, she licked again, her tongue slipping between her sister’s labia to sample the fiery flesh of her vagina. “Mmmm,” purred the preteen girl.

“D-does it taste good?” Alice stammered, her nails digging into the navy blue sheets.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Hannah. “It’s kinda… I dunno, but I like it!” She dove back in eagerly, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses into the pink flesh. Wanting more, she thrust her tongue deep into Alice’s opening, making her big sister moan with pleasure.

God, Alice thought, she’s a natural at this! The twelve year old’s instincts were undeniable, her hot little tongue probing and exploring Alice’s vagina with relish. Then Alice gasped in disbelief as Hannah began to tease her clit with a fingertip while still licking her pussy. With that kind of loving attention, it didn’t take long at all for Alice to come in her sister’s face, clasping a hand tightly over her mouth to dampen her cries of passion.

Hannah took the older girl through two explosive orgasms, clumsily tweaking Alice’s clit with two fingers while her tongue eagerly probed into the moaning teen’s womb.

“Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck… OH!” moaned Alice, trying desperately to keep her voice down in the height of passion. The walls at the apartment she’d shared with Tanya were thick, and there certainly weren’t any fathers around to avoid rousing. Alice and her lover would cry out loud and blurt wild obscenities during their rampant fucking. They’d suck, lick, and finger each other to exhaustion practically every night — often in the mornings and afternoons, too.

Alice still missed those times, but not nearly as much as she had just a few hours ago — this opportunity to have sex with her preteen sister was hotter and wilder than anything she’d ever done before.

Finally overcome, she gasped, “S-stop, stop — I can’t t-take any more!”

Hannah raised her head, licking her lips and smiling sweetly. “Did I do a good job?” she asked, tilting her head adorably.

“You did great!” insisted Alice, still breathing heavily. “You made me go off like a fuckin’ rocket. C’mere and gimme a kiss, you little minx!”

Hannah crawled into her big sister’s open arms and they kissed tenderly, their hands languidly exploring one another’s bare bodies.

This soon had Alice hungering for more of her baby sister, so she rolled the girl onto her back and got on top of her, kissing Hannah with a renewed passion. She licked and nuzzled the young girl’s throat, making the twelve-year-old shiver. Alice moved down further, kissing her way to her sister’s budding breasts. She sucked on each nipple in turn, spending a long while pleasuring them with her mouth. Then she resumed her southward travels — squirming down the bed to kiss and nibble at the soft skin of Hannah’s flat belly, darting her tongue into the girl’s navel to make her giggle.

Soon, Alice confronted her sister’s pussy, a lustful gleam in her eye. Without a word Hannah spread her legs, sighing happily as her big sister began to pleasure her again.

After a further hour of lovemaking Hannah, hair disheveled, legs shaky and her heart radiant with joy, bid Alice goodnight with a kiss, then tiptoed back to her own room and crawled into bed, where she immediately fell asleep.

The next day, Hannah raced back to her big sister’s room and jumped into bed with Alice as soon as their father left for work. The two girls spent all morning naked, happily exploring one another.

First, Hannah gladly allowed herself to be manipulated like a doll, placed into various positions by her big sister — on her back, on her belly, on all fours, standing up, on her knees — with Alice touching and tasting every inch of the young girl’s body.

Then they swapped roles. Hannah had the time of her life as she pleasured her big sister with fingers and tongue — paying particular attention to Alice’s cunt, which she licked and fingered lovingly.

After almost ninety minutes, though, Alice was ready to take things to the next level.

“Wait until you see this! It’s so cool,” she exclaimed, hopping off the bed.

“What’s so cool?” giggled Hannah, laying back on the bed… flushed, slick with sweat and grinning happily.

“You’ll see!” Alice declared, walking over to her chest of drawers. She bent down, thrusting her pert ass out as she opened the bottom drawer and looked within. Rummaging around, Alice fished something out from underneath the panties in the drawer. She stood up and turned around, holding aloft her prize; a slender dildo, eight-inches in length and bright florescent pink. “Ta-daaa!” she sang.

“Whoa, awesome!” gasped Hannah, thrilled by the sight of the toy her sister would soon be introducing into their lovemaking. “That’s like a fake dick, isn’t it? Where’d you get that?”

“Oh, I bought it ages ago,” Alice replied, “I have others, but I left them with Tanya. I thought it would be too risky, ’cause Dad might find them. I couldn’t resist bringing this one, though, it’s my favorite. Not too big, not too small.”

“Cool color too,” giggled Hannah, “Nice and pink!” Her eyes were wide with excitement at the prospect of what they could get up to with Alice’s sex toy. She loved her big sister so much right then — Alice was not only beautiful but caring and wise, and making love with her made Hannah feel very grown up.

Likewise, Alice was overcome with love for Hannah, amazed that it had taken her so long to realize just how pretty and desirable she was. More than that, it was incredibly thrilling to be indulging in these forbidden games — lesbian sex with her own underage sister! Bet Tanya wishes she could get in on something this kinky, Alice thought with a smirk.

“Lay back Hannah… I’m going to fuck you with this,” Alice purred, leaning close and kissing her sister lovingly, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

“Oooh, yeah,” Hannah smiled. “Let’s do it. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have my first time with than you!” She lay back, parting her legs, her bare pussy glistening wetly.

Alice knelt between her little sister’s thighs, seductively sucking at the tip of the dildo, then held it up for Hannah to see, now wet and ready.

“Put it in me,” urged Hannah.

Alice placed the tip of the pink dildo at the entrance to Hannah’s cunt. She ran it up and down the lips, teasing her sister before she began to ease it into her. Hannah arched her back, her eyes shut, breath hissing through her teeth as Alice pushed the plastic cock into her body. Deeper and deeper it went, Alice gripping the base of it, watching it disappear in her sister’s vagina until the tip rested against Hannah’s hymen.

“Okay,” Alice murmured, “I’m going to go all the way in now… are you ready?”

“Yes!” Hannah said hoarsely. “Fuck me, sis!”

With one firm stroke, Alice pushed the pink dildo into her sister up to the hilt, breaking through the fleshy membrane.

The young girl winced sharply, her body rigid. “Ohhh! Ow, that hurt!”

“Hold tight, babe,” Alice quickly said. “Stay still for a minute. Just try to relax while it’s inside you.”

Hannah slowly exhaled, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to ease the tension that gripped her body. Gradually her breathing became normal again. “Okay,” she said softly, “I… I think you can try m-moving it a little bit.”

Alice began to withdraw the dildo as slowly as she could, pulling it out about two inches before carefully pushing it back in again. Hannah’s mouth opened, her body trembling. A delighted expression lit up her face as the pain she had expected failed to appear, sensations of pleasure already rippling through her body.

“Oh yeah, oh Alice,” she panted, “My God, it’s in me, oh yeah!”

“You’ve lost your cherry, lover… and we didn’t even need a boy to do it!” laughed Alice with delight.

“It feels so good, Alice,” she sighed, “Mmmmm, wow! Push it in and out of me, sis, but slow… that’ll feel nice, I think.”

“Oh it will, honey… it will!”

Alice began sliding her toy out of Hannah’s cunt, falling into a steady rhythm, transfixed by the look of intense joy on the girl’s pretty face. Back and forth, in and out she worked the pink cock, moistening her fingers in her own cunt as she fucked her little sister. Then Alice began to rub Hannah’s clit with those fingers, slick from her own pussy.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Hannah gasped, her words coming in bursts. “I think… you c-can… maybe go — ooohhh — a little… f-faster now.”

Alice gradually increased the pace of the fucking, watching her sister panting for breath, slowly rising to an apogee of purest ecstasy. Suddenly Hannah’s breath hissed through clenched teeth, her body seizing up. A keening sound began to issue from the twelve-year-old’s throat.

“Yeah, come for me, Hannah!” Alice panted, “Are you coming? Are you coming for me?”

“I… I am,” urged Hannah, frantically working her pelvis in time with Alice’s steady thrusts, “Oh yes, oh yes… I’m gonna come… oh GOD!”

Hannah couldn’t speak after that, just moan and splutter barely coherent cries as she bucked and writhed in a ferocious orgasm. It took a full two minutes to build to a peak, then slowly die away — finally, she relaxed with a deep sigh. “Oh. Oh my.”

“Damn, you look so beautiful when you come,” Alice purred, slowly withdrawing the dildo from Hannah. It made a wet sound as it eased out of the girl’s tight young vagina.

“Let me do you now!” Hannah squealed, still catching her breath. She sat up, watching Alice take her place on the bed.

Lying on her back, Alice parted her legs. “You don’t have to be gentle, Hannah,” she told her sister. “Push it deep inside and fuck me hard.”

Hannah got into position, tongue protruding slightly as she concentrated on doing the job right. She placed the dildo at the opening of Alice’s cunt and teased her sister a bit, sliding just the tip of the toy into Alice’s wet pussy. Then she began to push it into her sister, finding to her delight that it slid in easily. She began working it in and out, slowly at first, watching as Alice began tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Alice was panting, “Oh my God I’m so hot… oh that’s so good. Oh, Hannah, my sweet sister, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder… nnnnnnnnnngggg!”

Hannah’s slender arm was pumping wildly now as she worked the dildo in and out of Alice’s cunt, eyes wide as she watched her big sister’s thick, warm fluids coating the bright pink toy with each stroke. Copying Alice’s tactics, Hannah began to brush Alice’s clitoris with her fingers — which pushed the older girl over the edge, leaving her wailing like a bitch in heat.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m coming so hard Hannah, oh fucking Christ, fuck…OOOH! Oh, oh, oh! OH GOD!” Alice’s body thrashed violently as she rode the crazy carousel of her orgasm.

Hannah gradually slowed down her thrusts as Alice’s climax ebbed away, finally sliding the dildo out of her sister’s cunt. Studying the glistening toy, she brought it to her mouth to lick. “Mmmmm, tastes good.” Then she giggled. “It’s like… a pussy lollipop!”

“Oh, yeah? Wanna share some with your big sister?” Alice purred.

“Sure,” Hannah proffered the wet toy. Alice took the tip in her mouth and sucked at it, then took a long, slow lick along its length. Hannah bent down to join her sister, and the two girls bathed the dildo with their tongues, finally coming together in a heated kiss.

“Mmmm, that was fun,” Alice giggled when they finally drifted apart. “Did you like getting fucked?”

“I sure did,” Hannah exclaimed, her eyes dancing with delight. “I loved it! A real cock would be nice to try sometime, though. Bet I could handle it!”

“Maybe so, sis,” Alice said, sitting up and reaching out to fondle Hannah’s barely formed breasts, “But you shouldn’t rush into sex with a boy so soon. Let’s just me and you have some fun together for a while. Now that you and I are lovers, we can do this all the time.”

“Wow, lovers,” Hannah breathed, “I guess we really are, aren’t we?”

“We are, babe,” Alice murmured, cuddling her baby sister close, “and I think it’s pretty cool.”

“Me too,” the young girl sighed dreamily. Then she placed a hand on her big sister’s belly. “You and Tanya had lots of fun, huh? Must’ve been great, being able to have sex with her all the time.”

“Yeah, it was nice. We’re still friends, too. I’ll give it few weeks, then I’ll call her… maybe go visit her one day.”

“So you guys can still fuck, then?” teased Hannah. “Even though you broke up?”

“Sure — why not? Just for old times sake.” She grinned at her baby sister. “Y’know, if I go visit her, maybe you should come along.”

Hannah’s eyes widened. “Um, you mean… I can have sex with both of you, like what you did with Tanya and h-her friend?”

“A threesome,” Alice nodded. “Oh, yeah, she’d be way into you.”

“Wow,” Hannah whispered. “You’re the best big sister in the world.” She kissed Alice lovingly, running both hands through her older sibling’s hair. Meanwhile, Alice allowed a hand to find its way between Hannah’s legs, her fingers stroking the youngster’s moist slit.

“I want to play with your ass now,” Alice breathed, her lips brushing her sister’s ear. “Get up on your hands and knees. You’ll really like this.”

Hannah quickly got on all fours, ready and eager for another new experience.

Alice got behind Hannah, licking her lips as she fondled her twelve year old sister’s adorable bottom, squeezing her cheeks gently. Then she ran a fingertip up and down the cleft between Hannah’s slightly parted cheeks, running her nail lightly over her asshole, which twitched instinctively.

“Oooh, that’s nice,” Hannah gasped. “Mmmm… yeah, play with my butt, Alice. Put a finger in, like you did with my pussy!”

“God, you have a beautiful ass,” murmured Alice, leaning down to bestow a few soft kisses on Hannah’s buttocks. Then she kissed the pre-teen blond’s anus before running her tongue over it, teasing the tight virgin orifice. Hannah cried out in surprise and delight at her sister’s loving invasion.

Soon Alice was licking lustily at her sister’s luscious asshole. Hannah’s head was swimming, and she began breathing deeply as her big sister ate her ass. Burying her face in the pillow, she reached back to spread her buttocks further apart, giving Alice complete access to her most private place.

Alice pulled her head back a moment to catch her breath, then began pushing her tongue into her sister’s anus, easing it past Hannah’s sphincter and into her hot buttery rectum.

“Uh, uh, uhhhhh, that’s so gooood!” wailed Hannah, arching her back and pushing her bottom into her older sister’s face. “Lick it, lick it, Alice. Lick my butt!” The naked pre-teen moaned in near-unbearable delight as the older girl pleasured her from behind.

As Alice pushed her tongue in and out of Hannah’s slippery back door, she bought a hand into play, trailing up her sister’s thigh to her vagina. As Hannah sobbed with passion, Alice gently worked a finger into the youngster from behind, easing it inside until she was buried to the knuckle in the girl’s fiery cunt.

“Ohhhh, Alice, I’m coming,” Hannah began to cry out shortly, “Oh my… oh Alice… lick me, finger me YES! OHHHH!” Her climax was powerful and prolonged, and the girl nearly swooned from the intensity of it. She managed to rally herself enough to gasp, “Oh, oh God… no more, please!” before slumping to one side.

Alice sat up, easing her slippery fingers out of the young girl’s cunt. Hannah lay motionless for a short time, catching her breath, then wrapped both trembling arms around her big sister.

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah cooed, “I think… that I’m in love with you.”

“I feel the same way, sis,” Alice whispered, clutching her sister closely. “No matter what, let’s always love one another like this, you and me. Even if we have other girlfriends — or boyfriends. Even if we get married!”

“Yes,” sighed Hannah contentedly. “Let’s.”

The two girls lay in each other’s arms, whispering words of adoration and exchanging lazy kisses until they fell asleep.

By JetBoy

As she gazed out through the window of her father’s car, Alice gave a wistful sigh. She was moving back home after a year of life on her own, having just recently broken up with her girlfriend Tanya. Once Tanya had moved out, Alice couldn’t afford the rent on the apartment they’d shared, and in the end, she had no choice but to call home and ask Dad if she could have her old room back. He wired her the money for a flight home the next morning.

She knew how difficult it had been at first for Dad to adjust to the idea of his oldest daughter entering into a romantic relationship with another girl, but he’d been supportive in the end… and he was being supportive now, trying his best to lighten Alice’s mood with jokes and tidbits of neighborhood gossip as he drove. Still, Alice suspected that he wasn’t exactly unhappy to have her back home and single again. Oh, well, she was glad to see him, too — and it would be great to spend time with her baby sister Hannah, who had just turned twelve. Much as she’d enjoyed life in the big city with her lover, Alice had missed Hannah terribly.

Soon they arrived home, and sure enough, Hannah was delighted to have her older sibling back again. Alice was already feeling better about things, the very sight of Hannah lifting her spirits. Her kid sister was always smiling and giggling, full of gleeful energy, taking nothing too seriously — just what Alice needed right then.

“Was it fun living away from home?” Hannah asked her big sister, later in the day. They were in Alice’s bedroom, which had been left more or less untouched while she was living with Tanya. It was a bright, cheerful room with two large windows set into the wall.

“It was fun, yeah,” Alice smiled. She was standing by her wardrobe, open suitcases at her feet, putting her clothes away. She had to admit that it did feel nice, being back in the room she’d slept in since she was a kid.

“Are you glad to be back?”

The young woman shrugged. “Oh, sure…. I’ll miss Tanya, but it’s good to see you and Dad again.” She put the last of her things into the wardrobe and shifted the suitcases to the corner of the room. She’d been home for a couple of hours, and their father had gone to pick up dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant.

Hannah paced the room with a spring in her step, excitement in her big blue eyes at the prospect of having her beloved older sister home once more. Twelve years old, Hannah was barely five feet tall, and while her sister and father had dark hair, Hannah’s hair was like her long-deceased mother’s — a lustrous coppery red, reaching down almost to her waist. Her face was elfin and pretty, with a smile that seemed to illuminate her face with childish joy. She was slim, and her breasts were only recently beginning to bud. She wore an old cast-off Sonic Youth t-shirt of Alice’s that was at least two sizes too big for her and a pair of bright yellow gym shorts that showed off her bare legs to nice effect.

“What should we do?” asked Hannah, “Dad’s out, and I’ve got my big sis back home! Whoo-hoo!” She was incredibly animated, all but bouncing around the room. Suddenly she jumped onto Alice’s bed, next to her big sister. “I know what — let’s share secrets! We haven’t done that for ages.”

“Okay,” Alice agreed, amused by Hannah’s enthusiasm. “What d’you wanna know?”

“Tell me what it was like, living with Tanya,” Hannah suggested.

“You mean, what was it like being away from home?”

“Well, I was thinking more about… what it was like living with a girlfriend. Y’know — spending all that time with someone you’re in love with, going to bed with her…”

“Hannah!” giggled Alice, “That’s private!”

“C’mon,” pleaded Hannah. “We’re sisters, we’re s’posed to share everything!”

“But you’re only twelve, kiddo… I think you’re kinda young to hear details about my love life.”

“Am not!” retorted Hannah. “And your face is red! Jeez, you’re just like Dad — he always gets all embarrassed when he even mentions sex.”

“Welllll… what do you want to know about Tanya and me, anyhow?”

“Why’d you split up?”

“Because Tanya wanted to see other women.”

“When you say, ‘see’, you’re talking about having sex, right?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah. She wanted me to join in, too.”

“Wow. So, did you ever…?” asked Hannah, her big eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah… last week,” admitted Alice, “It was a friend of Tanya’s. We all went to bed together.”

“An orgy?!”

“Yeah. A threesome, really. It was fun but… well, I wanted Tanya all to myself, I guess. But she couldn’t give up other girls, so we agreed to split up. We’ll still be friends, though — maybe even fool around every once in awhile.”

“Do you, um, just not like doing it with guys, then?”

“Well, no, not quite… men are okay, sure. But when it comes to sex, I just think girls are better.”

“Like what? What things do they do better?”

“Hmmm, let’s see now,” Alice pondered. “Well, there’s kissing. Girls have such soft mouths… and when it comes to touching and oral sex, girls are absolutely better than guys.”

“Why’s that?” asked Hannah, enthralled.

“Think about it,” Alice explained, “A girl has the same body parts you do, so they have a better idea of how to make you feel good, right?”

“I understand that, yeah. What do you like doing with girls the most?”

“Mainly fingering and eating pussy, I’d say. The best thing, I think, is a sixty-nine.”

“I know what that is! Someone at school told me. It’s when a guy and girl — or two girls, I guess — lick each other’s, um, pussies. Have you done that with Tanya?”

“Lots of times,” Alice boasted, suddenly noticing that she was getting aroused, her nipples erect beneath the thin cotton blouse she wore. It was oddly arousing, in a perverse kind of way, to be admitting such lewd antics to her kid sister.

“Was it fun?” asked Hannah.

“It was. There was this one time the other week, when I had the threesome with Tanya and Gina. Gina was this hot chick she was seeing on the side. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine with me on top, both of us licking each other’s pussies. And…” Alice hesitated, her voice trailing off.

“And what?” demanded Hannah.

Alice pursed her lips. “Um, I shouldn’t really tell you any more. You’re too young.”

“Aw, come on, sis,” urged Hannah, “Come on! You’ve gone too far to back out. I wanna know everything!”

“Well, okay then. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine, me on top…”

“Yeah yeah… you on top, I’ve got the picture… go on, sis.”

“…and Gina was, um, fucking me in the ass with this latex strap-on cock.”

“No WAY! Holy shit, that’s cool!” giggled Hannah, bouncing on the bed excitedly, the nipples on her budding breasts clearly erect through her t-shirt, which Alice couldn’t help but notice. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. Tanya had done it to me that way before. I like anal sex, actually.”

“That sounds wild. I bet sex is a lot more fun if you can do it with both guys and girls.” She paused. “I think I might be bisexual.”

“Really…?” breathed a surprised Alice.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I am. I mean… there’s a couple of boys in my class who I think are cute, but there’s a girl I like too. She’s older than me, she’s fourteen, but I’ve seen her in the showers once or twice and I sort of… look at her, y’know — at her body. And I’ve kinda got a crush on one of my teachers. She’s really sexy! She has short dark brown hair, like yours.”

“Well, don’t go making a move on her!” Alice cautioned. “You’ll cause big problems for yourself, trying to get sexually involved with a teacher.”

“Yeah,” smiled Hannah, “She’s married anyway. She is very pretty, though. Like you. I think you’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“Thanks, honey,” Alice said, smiling warmly. She reached out and stroked Hannah’s cheek with her fingers. “You’re really pretty too, Hannah. Whether you go after a boy or a girl, I don’t think you’ll have any problems getting a lover when you’re older.”

“Aw, I want a lover now!” pouted Hannah.

“Don’t be so impatient,” laughed Alice. “Some things you just have to wait for, kiddo.”

Hannah gazed thoughtfully at her big sister. “Alice… can I ask you to — to do something for me?”

“What, sis?”

“Could I… would you let me kiss you?” Hannah asked.

Alice was naturally taken aback. “How do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” shrugged Hannah, “I’ve never kissed a girl before. I’ve only kissed a couple of boys, and they weren’t so hot. I’d like a real kiss. I mean… I need some practice for when I’m older. Come on Alice, we’re sisters and best friends too. Just one kiss. Pleeease?”

“Okay,” shrugged Alice. It sounded a bit weird, but she was feeling all tingly from talking about sex — and her comment about how pretty Hannah was had been genuine. Her little sister was maturing deliciously. In fact, Alice couldn’t keep herself from stealing furtive glances at the outline of Hannah’s hard little nipples, clearly visible through her t-shirt. “Sure… you can kiss me.”

Hannah hesitated a moment, then knelt opposite the older girl. She placed both hands on her big sister’s shoulders as she leaned in close, bringing her lips to Alice’s.

They began to kiss, hesitantly at first.

At twelve, Hannah was a sexual novice, but the young girl made up for her inexperience in pure enthusiasm, sliding her tongue into her sister’s mouth. Almost instinctively, Alice began to respond.

Soon they were kissing hotly, their hearts throbbing with excitement. Without a thought, Alice reached up to fondle her sister’s small, barely formed breasts.

Suddenly catching herself, she pulled back, breaking their kiss.

“What’s up?” Hannah asked. “Why’d you stop?”

“Omigod, I’m sorry, Hannah. I shouldn’t have t-touched you there!” Alice stammered. “Wow, I kinda forgot you were my sister for a second!”

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” Hannah giggled, “I liked it! Do it again. Touch my boobs while we kiss some more, and I’ll play with yours, too.”

Before Alice could reply, her frisky little sister was kissing her again, her hot tongue plunging into Alice’s mouth. Hannah began to touch her older sibling’s breasts, stroking them through her blouse. Alice, her desire growing increasingly sharp, returned the favor — this time caressing Hannah’s chest with both hands.

The two sisters kissed for a while, tongues meeting and mingling as they fondled each other. A few minutes passed before they drew apart, faces flushed.

“God, that was cool,” Hannah breathed, wide-eyed, “Am I a good kisser, you think?”

“You sure are,” Alice smiled, “Your breasts are really coming along, too!”

“Yeah, I’ll need a bigger bra soon,” Hannah said, “Here, take a look!” reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.

Before Alice could say a word, Hannah had removed her top and flung it aside, standing there in shorts and white socks, bare from the waist up.

“Nice, huh?” enquired Hannah, cupping her small titties in her hands, “My nipples are all pointy. They do that all the time now. Especially when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“Mmmmm,” nodded Alice, totally enraptured by the sight of her pretty sibling.

“Let me see yours,” Hannah said softly.

Alice didn’t hesitate. She quickly undid her blouse and removed it, then her bra. Her breasts were small, but round and firm, capped with bright pink nipples that were as stiff as her sister’s.

“Wow, nice,” Hannah sighed, reaching out to fondle Alice’s breasts. Her fluttering fingers caused a gentle sigh of pleasure to escape from her big sister’s lips.

“Oh, Hannah, that feels so good,” Alice whimpered.

“Can I — can I kiss them? Would you like that?”

“Er… okay.”

Hannah leaned close and took Alice’s right nipple into her warm mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue.

“Oh, sweetie,” breathed Alice, running her hand through Hannah’s hair. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. There was something so kinky and wild about having her twelve-year-old sister pleasuring her breasts.

Hannah sucked and licked at her sister’s nipples for a long while before she stood up and gave Alice a loving, lingering kiss on the mouth.

“Let’s take all our clothes off,” Hannah suggested. “Okay?”

Alice was about to suggest that perhaps this was taking things too far — but then she stopped herself, the words dying on her lips as she watched Hannah slip out of her yellow shorts. Fuck it, I don’t care how wrong this is — I’m not going to pass up the chance to be my baby sister’s first lover.

She slowly rose from the bed and undid her jeans, sliding them down with a pair of sodden panties. In moments, the two sisters were nude.

“Wow, you look so beautiful,” Alice said, admiring Hannah’s body.

“So do you, kiddo,” Hannah smiled.

At nineteen, Alice stood five inches taller than her twelve-year-old sister. Their bodies were both slim and youthful, but quite different in other respects. Alice had a neatly trimmed triangle of chestnut-brown pubes framing her slit, while Hannah’s vulva was covered by a light dusting of auburn down.

“What do you want to do now?” asked Alice, moving close, stroking her sister’s hair.

“C-can we, um, make love?” Hannah stammered nervously.

“Okay,” Alice whispered, leaning in closer, her lips just an inch away from Hannah’s. The tips of her fingers were mere inches away from Hannah’s slit as Alice gently kissed her sister, lightly nibbling on the little girl’s lips…

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening could be heard.

“Shit, it’s Dad!” gasped Alice, leaping back. Lost in their mutual exploration, both girls had completely forgotten about their father and his imminent return.

“Get dressed, get dressed, get dressed!” hissed Hannah frantically, turning and grabbing her clothes.

“Are you girls up there?” came their father’s voice as he began to mount the stairs. Hannah was hurriedly scrambling into her shorts.

Snatching her own clothes from the floor, Alice hurled them into the wardrobe, then grabbed a blue terrycloth dressing gown that hung from a hook on the bedroom door. She barely managed to wrap the tie around her waist, concealing her nakedness just as her father reached the top of the stairs.

He tapped gently on the door and peeked in. “Hello, ladies.”

“Oh, hey, Dad,” Alice smiled, heart pounding like a kettledrum.

“Hi, Daddy,” Hannah said, raising her eyes from a book she had grabbed and opened.

Dad grinned. “A savory feast from Chef Lu’s awaits. Wash your hands and get downstairs before I eat it all myself!” He winked and turned to leave, shutting the door behind him.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy smokes… that was close.”

“Good thing he came back when he did,” Alice said quietly. “He could have caught us — really doing stuff with each other.”

They were both silent for a moment, neither of them quite able to believe how close they’d been to plunging into lesbian incest.

This is absolutely nuts, Alice thought. Was I really about to have sex with my little sister?

We lost control of ourselves, she told herself. I ought to tell Hannah that we got carried away, that this was a bad idea…

She felt a soft hand touch hers. Turning to her sister, Alice opened her mouth to speak, but forgot what she was about to say at the sight of Hannah’s face… and the look of mixed adoration and desire in her eyes.

“Wanna try again later?” Hannah whispered.

Alice was rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by a surge of helpless lust that made her head reel. I’m going straight to hell for this, she thought.

“Um, yeah,” she slowly replied. “Long as you really want to…”

Hannah grinned ferociously. “You bet I do!” she exclaimed, reaching up to wrap both arms around her big sister’s neck. “I want to do everything with you! God, I can’t wait.” She gazed, dreamy-eyed, at Alice. “You look way sexy with your clothes off.”

“So do you,” Alice replied, every inch of her body throbbing with renewed sexual heat. Unable to restrain herself, she bent down to give Hannah a loving kiss. The younger girl immediately responded, and the kiss quickly grew hot and eager, their tongues intertwining.

Alice’s hands trailed down her sister’s back, moving to fondle the younger girl’s bottom while they kissed. Finally they parted, dazed.

“Let’s get together later tonight — after Dad goes to bed,” Hannah breathed.

Alice nodded. “Okay. Come in about half an hour after he turns out his light… and, for God’s sake, be as quiet as you can.”

“Sure. Hey, Alice… I’m really looking forward to this.”

They kissed again, briefly, and Hannah turned to leave. “See ya downstairs!” the younger girl chirped, arching an eyebrow, then she was gone.

Alice sat down heavily on the bed, her mind a jumble. What on earth had she roped herself into?

She had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. While preparing for her trip home, during the lengthy flight, and on the road with her father, Alice had wondered how long she would have to go without a lover. Tanya had been her first girlfriend after years of dating boys, and she would be hard to replace — especially in the sleepy Iowa suburb where Alice had been raised, where there was no gay scene to speak of.

Alice had all but resigned herself to a long dry spell, settling for lesbian internet erotica and her fingers. Or even making do with guys, though that prospect only depressed her after the sexual delights she’d shared with Tanya.

Now, on her first day back home, she was on the verge of sparking off a wild, passionate fling with a cute girl — her own twelve-year-old sister!

Definitely not a good idea, Alice told herself again. Fuck it, though — I don’t care if it’s wrong. Hannah wants this, I want this… if there are complications, we’ll just have to deal with them when they come up.

“Honey?” her father’s voice called up the stairs. “Didn’t you tell me that you were, and I quote, ‘starving to death,’ about an hour ago?”

Startled, Alice shook her head to clear it. “Coming, Dad!” Casting the dressing gown aside, she quickly donned a t-shirt and panties, then stepped into her favorite pair of sweatpants. Pausing to glance at herself in the mirror, she nodded once before exiting the room.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

The three women stood quietly for a moment, as if suddenly realizing the enormity of what they were preparing to do. Then Anne unfastened the remaining buttons of her nightgown and shrugged the garment from her shoulders to puddle on the floor. She stood before her daughters, nude but for her panties.

“Like what you see?” she murmured.

Ellie and Sally gazed eagerly at their scantily clad mother. Anne had always taken good care of herself, and had the body to prove it. She was a full-figured woman, soft and curvy in all the right places. Her silky mane of dark red hair cascaded freely down to her shoulders, grazing the tops of her breasts.

“God, Mom,” breathed Sally, “you are sexy as hell.” She reached around to unfasten her skirt, casting it to one side to expose her shaved pussy. Grinning, Ellie tugged her sweater up and off.

“You two are the sexy ones,” Anne whispered as her daughters finished undressing. Soon they were both naked.

“You haven’t come yet, Mom,” cooed Ellie, kneeling before her mother, “we’ll have to do something about that.” She grasped the waistband of Anne’s panties, then slid them down to reveal the thick pubic tuft that adorned her mother’s cunt. “Ooooh, Mom…” Ellie sighed happily, “your pussy looks yummy.”

And with that, she buried her face in Anne’s thatch, extending her tongue to take a long, slow lick at the moist flesh of her mother’s sex.

“Jesus,” Anne gasped, cradling her daughter’s head, “that feels s-so good… oh, I’ve missed this.”

Eager to participate, Sally moved to her mother’s side. “Kiss me, Mom,” she demanded, her lips already parting as she claimed Anne’s mouth with hers.

Anne whimpered, sucking her daughter’s tongue into her mouth as Sally’s fingers brushed her creamy breasts. She moved her palm against her mother’s nipples in a circular motion, first one, then the other, teasing them to aching hardness.

Ellie, still kneeling before Anne, pressed her lips against her mother’s cunt in a hungry kiss, then slipped the tip of her tongue into Anne’s vaginal tunnel, circling the entrance.

Throwing her head back, Anne gasped, “Oh, my beautiful girls… I love you…”

Sally grinned down at her sister, now feasting avidly at their mother’s sex. “Hey, sis,” she murmured, “I think we ought to let Mom lie down before we fuck her.”

Ellie drew away, licking her lips. “OK,” she panted, then patted Anne’s bare hip. “C’mon, Mom… get that big, beautiful ass of yours on the bed. We’re just warming up here.”

Her legs unsteady, Anne slowly moved to the bed and lay down, parting her thighs for her wide-eyed daughters.

“Go ahead, sis,” invited Ellie, gesturing at their mother’s glistening sex. “You have a taste.”

Sally cooed with delight at the sight of her mother’s dripping pussy. “Mmmm… she does look good enough to eat.” And she crawled into the bed, lying down on her belly before Anne, inhaling deeply of the thick musk. “Your pussy smells great, Mom,” she sighed, then buried her nose and lips in the tawny curls of Anne’s bush.

Ellie padded over to the head of the bed, gazing down adoringly at her squirming mother. She bent to kiss Anne, who moaned in delight as her tongue emerged to lick in a circle around her daughter’s mouth, sampling and savoring the flavor of cunt. Meanwhile, Sally was lapping at her mother’s sex, her lips and chin now dripping with warm fluids.

Ellie began to trail kisses down her mother’s neck, pausing to press her lips into the hollow of Anne’s throat before continuing her sensuous journey. Reaching her mother’s breasts, she sucked a nipple between her lips, lightly teasing the pink tip with her teeth.

“Oh my God, you t-two are incredible,” Anne whispered, cradling Ellie’s face to her breasts. The girls seemed perfectly attuned to her body, as if being her daughters gave them a sixth sense for what she liked best. Or perhaps it was the taboo of incest that made the lovemaking so intense.

Whatever the reason, Anne felt intoxicated by love, giddy with sex. The sweet scent of her daughters’ skin, the soft suppleness of their naked bodies, the taste of their lips…

And with that, Anne thought of another part of her girls that she very much wanted to taste. So much so that her mouth was watering.

“Ellie,” she began, “climb on my face, baby… I want to, to lick you. I need your pussy. Oh, Sally — fuck, that feels s-so good!”

Sally’s mouth was fastened to Anne’s cunt, her tongue rolling around the walls of her mother’s vagina. This is the best, she thought. How could Ellie and I have given this up? Even better… now Mom’s part of it too. Sally buried her face even deeper between Anne’s trembling thighs, her heart radiant with joy.

Ellie’s eyes danced as she slowly straddled her mother’s face. “Yes, angel,” Anne gasped, “let me… I want t-to taste you… ” She licked her lips, awed by the sight of her daughter’s glistening pussy, now inches from her already open mouth. Raising her head from the pillow, she trailed the tip of her tongue through the dewy pink flesh.

“Ooooh, Mom,” Ellie moaned, “fuck, yes… lick me!”

Firmly grasping her daughter’s hips, Anne drew Ellie to her, pressing the young woman’s cunt to her mouth, then thrust her tongue into the dripping orifice.

“G-god, Sis,” Ellie gasped, “Mom has such a h-hot mouth… ohhhhhh, you’ve got to feel this! Yes, Momma… mmm, you’re eating my pussy so, so good!”

Sally was tongue-fucking her mother, probing the older woman’s lust-slicked vagina, feeling tremors of ecstasy pulsing through her womanly frame that grew more intense by the second. Sensing the nearness of her mother’s climax, Sally trailed her tongue up through Anne’s labia to the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. She flicked at the crimson tip, then took it between her lips to suckle.

That did it. Anne emitted a muffled scream into her younger daughter’s cunt as a wave of pleasure rocked her body like a rolling thunderclap. She shook violently, hands clutching helplessly at the sheets. In the midst of it all, she rubbed her gasping mouth against Ellie’s cunt, not wanting to stop pleasuring her daughter.

Finally her climax began to wane. Sally was now nuzzling her inner thighs, and Anne renewed her cunnilingual activities, taking Ellie’s cunt into her mouth to drink deep of the young woman’s essence.

Ellie was swaying ecstatically atop her mother’s face. “Oh, Mom… yes, eat my fucking cunt… God, y-you are gonna make — oh! — m-make me come — oh, JESUS!”

A choked cry broke from Ellie’s throat, the young woman’s head thrown back as the most amazing orgasm came crashing down. She shuddered wildly, breath hissing through her clenched jaw, riding out her pleasure. Anne continued to lick her daughter’s pussy until, with a final gasp of disbelief, Ellie managed to stammer “N-n-no more, Mom…!” Raising herself from Anne’s now-glistening face, she collapsed upon the bed next to her mother.

“Christ,” Ellie panted, “I thought I might never stop coming…” She squirmed around on the bed until she could take her mother in her arms. “Mmm, Mom… that was awesome,” she cooed. “Now, how about a kiss?”

Their mouths met, and Ellie purred with delight as she sampled the taste of her own juices on her mother’s lips. Then she crushed her mouth to Anne’s, eagerly tongue-fucking the older woman.

“Hey, you two… save some for me,” said Sally, now on all fours above the incestuous lovers. She bent down to join in the passionate lip action between her mother and little sister, and then the three women were sharing a steamy three-way kiss. Ellie drew her big sister down to lie with her and Anne in a sweaty tangle of flesh.

“Mmmm… I think someone here needs to get her gun off in a big way,” Ellie giggled, reaching around to cup Sally’s ass. Her fingers delved between her sister’s legs from behind, tracing the sticky slit.

“Oh, God, yes,” Sally moaned, “it’s my turn. C’mon, you guys… make me come.”

Disentangling herself from the girls, Anne sat up. “I think have just what you need, child.” She stood, then padded over to a nearby armoire. The sister stared as their mother bent to open a large drawer, then rooted around inside. “Now, where did I…? Ah, here it is.” Turning to grin at her daughters, Anne held up a very lifelike eight-inch latex cock… one with a leather harness attached.

“Wow,” Sally breathed. “That’s… that’s one wicked looking toy, Mom. You want to use that on me?”

“Only if you can take it, honey,” teased Anne, the flesh-hued prick dangling from her fingers.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” enthused the older daughter. “Definitely. I want to be fucked.”

“Your wish is my command, daughter mine,” Anne replied, fastening the straps around her waist. “Now get on your back.”

Sally positioned herself for her mother’s cock — legs parted, knees up, hands resting lightly on her breasts. She brushed her nipples, making them stiffen.

Anne produced a tube of lubricant, but Ellie stopped her. “You won’t need that, Mom,” she purred, crawling between her big sister’s thighs. “I’ll get her nice and juicy for you.”

And with that, she bent down to swipe at the baby-smooth vulva with her tongue, licking the rosy flesh a few times before moving in to cover Sally’s cunt with her mouth.

“God almighty,” groaned Sally, “that hot little mouth of yours, El… mmmm, feels so goooood…”

Anne watched raptly, stroking the cock that jutted obscenely from her body as she savored the sight of Ellie going down on her big sister… her younger daughter’s mouth making small liquid noises as she feasted on Sally’s pussy. “Don’t finish her off, honey,” she cautioned.

Ellie started, lifting her head. Her lips and chin shone with Sally’s fluids. “Oops! Sorry ’bout that, Mom… almost forgot what I was doing.” She flopped down next to her sister. “Anyhow, she’s ready for you now.”

“Yeah… c’mere, Mom,” Sally cooed.

Anne climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her daughter’s parted thighs. She paused, shaking her head. “I wonder what I would have done if I’d caught you little sluts doing each other, back in the day?”

“Grounded us both for life, probably,” Ellie muttered, but with a wry smile.

“I don’t know, sis,” murmured Sally as she stared up at Anne, transfixed by her mother’s hungry eyes. “I kinda think she might have taken off her clothes and slipped into bed with us.” She placed her hands on Anne’s hips. “How ’bout it, Mom? If you’d seen El and me making love when we were kids, would it have turned you on?” Her fingers grazed the older woman’s belly. “I was about fifteen or so… Ellie was only ten. Would you have touched us, licked our cunts?”

“Shit, that’s wild,” whispered Ellie.

“I don’t know, honey,” Anne moaned, fondling her own breasts. “M-maybe I would have. Right now, I feel capable of… of anything. Christ, look what we’re doing now.” Her eyes narrowed. “Enough chitchat, missy. It’s time for you to take my cock.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” Sally moaned, a shiver rippling through her frame. “Do it, Mom… put it in.”

Taking the latex penis in hand, Anne carefully positioned the tip at the opening of Sally’s vagina, took a deep breath, then pressed forward.

Gasping as the bulbous head of the latex prick slipped inside, Sally slid both hands slid around Anne’s body to grab her mother’s generous ass. “Oh yeah, Mom — all the way in, that’s right, ohhh…” her voice trailing off into a moan as the older woman did exactly that. Sally’s eyes widened as, inch by glorious inch, the full length of cock entered her yielding body until their bellies were pressed together. She gaped in disbelief at her mother, her hips shifting about on the bed as she worked to fully accommodate the size and heft of Anne’s prick. She panted for breath, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. “God, Mom… oh, oh shit, that f-feels — ohhhh!”

“Sweet child,” Anne murmured, her body coming to rest on top of Sally’s. Their noses were nearly touching as she whispered “I adore you…” Then she glanced over at Ellie, giving her youngest daughter a loving smile. “Both of you. My precious girls… I can’t remember the last time I felt so — so alive.” And she kissed Sally, her tongue tracing the young woman’s parted lips.

Sally immediately responded, her tongue darting forth to tangle with Anne’s. She inhaled sharply as her mother’s pelvis drew back, withdrawing the slippery cock until only the tip remained inside… then Anne slowly penetrated her daughter again. Sally rose to meet her mother’s thrust, and their bodies began, slowly at first, to move in unison.

“Yessss!” Sally gasped, “j-just like that. Mmmmm… it’s, it’s perfect. Take me, yeah — anyway you want to, Mom…”

Ellie stared at the incredible spectacle of her own mother and older sister coming together in a hot lesbian fuck. She slid a hand between her thighs, sinking a finger into her pussy.

Anne’s hips started to churn, pumping in and out of her daughter in longer, deeper strokes. “H-h-harder, Mom,” panted Sally, “Don’t hold b-back. Oooooh! I can take it…” Their bellies began to slap together with each thrust, filling the room with the sharp staccato of flesh on flesh.

“I’m fucking you, baby,” moaned Anne, “Jesus, I can’t b-believe I’m doing this — fucking my own daughter, m-making love…”

“Yeahhhh, Mom… do it!” hissed Ellie, now working two fingers in and out of her vagina. With her free hand, she reached to cup Sally’s breast, rolling the nipple between index finger and thumb.

Sally twisted her head to stare dazedly at her baby sister. “C’mere, you,” she growled, “g-gimme a kiss.”

Ellie paused in her masturbation to claim Sally’s mouth, probing it with her tongue. Meanwhile their panting mother toiled up above them… her womanly frame pumping frantically, heavy breasts bobbling as she drove deep into Sally with each forward motion.

Feeling her big sister’s body stiffen slightly, Ellie knew that older girl was about to come. Breaking their kiss, the teen deftly slipped a hand between the two fucking women, seeking and finding Sally’s clit. Grinning wickedly, she lightly pinched the swollen nubbin.

Sally’s body seized up, a massive orgasm smashing into her like a fist… and a startled Ellie quickly covered her big sister’s mouth with the other hand to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

“Mmmmmppfff!” Sally bellowed into Ellie’s palm, the young woman’s face contorted grotesquely as white-hot surges of pleasure rocketed through her twitching frame. Anne continued to plow her daughter with all eight inches, her body glistening with sweat. Then with one final thrust, she froze in mid-motion, the latex cock as deep inside Sally as it could go.

Sally’s muffled cry rose to a choked squeak, every part of her rigid with sexual rapture as her climax topped out, then waned… and with that, she went limp.

Ellie sat back, propping herself up on an elbow to study her sister with a wry smile. “Awesome,” she cooed.

Sally lay dazed, her chest rising and falling with each gulp for breath. Anne bent to kiss her older daughter’s cheek, then carefully extracted the length of her strap-on from Sally’s channel, the head slipping out with a tiny wet sound. Then the forty-six-year-old mother wearily lay down between her girls, Ellie scooting over to make room.

“Jesus,” Anne mumbled, her head sinking into the pillow. “That was… one hell of a workout!”

But Ellie wasn’t really listening to her mother. Instead, her eyes were glued on the cock that still protruded from Anne’s pelvis, shiny with Sally’s vaginal fluids. Licking her lips, the lithe teenager rose to her knees. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, “I gotta have some of that.” And without another word, she bent down to run her tongue over the toy — licking from the base to the head, which she then sucked into her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she purred, all dreamy-eyed, savoring the sweetness of big sister’s pussy.

Her mother stared, enthralled. “My, that’s a sexy sight…”

Ellie sat up, the rubbery phallus wobbling to and fro as it left her mouth. “Oh, that’s nothing. Watch this!” And she threw a leg over her mother, straddling the shiny cock. Reaching down to take its slippery length in one hand, she opened her cunt with two fingers, placed the tip at the opening and slowly lowered herself until her bottom touched Anne’s belly. The teen groaned ecstatically as she was impaled, taking in every inch of Mommy’s dick.

Anne gaped at her youngest daughter’s boldness, then sighed wistfully. “Well, I guess you aren’t a virgin anymore…”

Breathing heavily, Ellie still managed a giggle. “Well, no… I’m n-not, Mom — ohhhh that feels good! — but I’ve never been with a boy.” She pointed at her sister, who had regained her breath and was watching the hot mother-daughter spectacle. “She took my cherry with her — oooohh! — with her vibrator, after I t-turned eleven.” She wriggled her hips ecstatically. “Jeez, your cock feels amazing, Mom… wish we’d had one of these back then…”

Anne glanced from Ellie to Sally, an appalled expression on her face. “Eleven years old!?” Her mouth twisted, and she shook her head. “Couple of little perverts,” she muttered. Then she laughed. “Listen to me talking… the mom who’s fucking her daughter with a strap-on cock.”

Reaching for her mother’s hands, Ellie placed them on her own breasts. “That’s right, Mommy, that’s right… you’re a pervert too, and ohhhh, oh God I love you for it!” She inhaled sharply, eyes widening as she moved her pelvis in a slow circle, feeling the ribbed penis press against her vaginal wall.

“Me too!” giggled Sally, moving to embrace Anne.

“And I love you both,” moaned the older woman. “This is… it’s the wildest, best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, it’s gonna get even wilder,” panted Ellie as she began to raise and lower herself upon the jutting prick. Anne started to move in tandem with her daughter, but Ellie halted her motion with a shake of her pretty head. “No, no… relax, Mom,” cooed the teen. “You just fucked the holy hell out of Sally… now let me do the work.”

Years of jogging every morning before breakfast had given Ellie strong, supple legs, and now she was flexing them to pump her body up and down, riding her mother, mouth hanging slack as she picked up speed. Her cunt was so wet that the cock made tiny slurping sounds as it plunged in and out, in and out to Ellie’s increasingly frantic thrusts.

While her sister bucked and rocked atop their mother, Sally nuzzled Anne’s ear, both hands moving to cup the woman’s generous breasts. “Sweet Momma,” she whispered, rolling over to gaze down at her.

Anne stared longingly at her oldest child, their noses nearly touching. “Baby…” Her tongue emerged to tease Sally’s lips, then mother and daughter came together in a ravenous soul kiss.

“Oh yeah,” gasped Ellie as she rode her mother’s eight inches, staring down at the back of Sally’s head. “Let m-me see you g-guys kiss… oh God, let me w-watch…”

Without breaking apart, daughter and mother moved to give Ellie what she wanted — Sally shifting back onto her side, Anne following her eldest child’s lead. The two women kissed lewdly, tongues tangling together in a lustful dance intended to fan the flames of the younger sister’s arousal.

It worked and then some. A choked cry exploded from Ellie’s throat, quickly muffled when she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her rapture as the seventeen-year-old was consumed by her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Anne and Sally fell apart, staring up in awe at Ellie. The teen was now hunched over, gripping a flexing thigh with her free hand as she fucked her mother’s cock with quick, slashing thrusts, panting “Huh! Huh! Huh!” into her palm with each stroke.

Suddenly Ellie’s hips went rigid, cutting off her up-and-down movements in mid-thrust, all eight-inches buried inside her body. The girl uncurled her frame, throwing her head back, face pointed to the ceiling. She was utterly still but for a barely perceptible shiver, more felt than seen.

Then the teen seemed to deflate, slumping forward as she released her held breath in a long, slow exhalation.

Rising to her knees, Sally took hold of her baby sister’s arm, helping a very dazed Ellie dismount from her mother, then laying her down as gently as she was able. She bent to kiss Ellie’s flushed cheek, then turned to Anne as the older woman was unfastening the harness to her strap-on and gingerly removing it.

The jutting cock glistened with the thick honey of womanly passion. Anne examined it with a knowing smile, then turned to Sally. As her eyes met those of her oldest daughter, she took a long, slow lick up the length of the toy, then proffered it to the young woman. “Like to share?”

Grinning, Sally leaned in to swipe at the sticky cock with her tongue; then she and her mother eagerly cleaned every trace of vaginal juices from its surface, pausing occasionally to sample the essence of Ellie’s sex from each other’s lips.

This happy task accomplished, Anne placed the device upon the bed, next to her feet. She and Sally shared a quick kiss, then both women moved to lie down on either side of the damp, flushed Ellie, framing the girl.

“Heeeyyy, Sis,” Sally drawled. “Still in the land of the living, are we?”

“Barely,” the teen mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes. “I think maybe…” and her voice trailed off into a contented yawn before she could finish her sentence, “maybe I exploded!” Pursing her lips in concentration, she wiggled her toes, then fingers. “Nope, I’m still in one piece. One tired, sweaty, smelly piece.”

Anne nuzzled her daughter’s chest. “Well, I think you smell wonderful after sex, sweetheart.” She lightly kissed Ellie’s nipple, then slowly sat up, wrapping both arms around her knees. “Listen, girls,” she murmured, her voice suddenly taking a sober tone, “we need to talk about… about this.”

“Okay,” Sally quietly replied. Ellie nodded in agreement as she slowly raised herself onto one elbow, still breathing deeply.

Anne continued. “I guess the most important question is this.” She took a moment to think, carefully considering her words. “What we did, the three of us… was it a one-time event, or… or will we make love again?” She paused. “Should we?”

The girls’ eyes met and held for a long, sweet while. What each saw in the other’s face was love; a love that went far beyond the blood bond of sisterhood. Sally blushed as Ellie’s hand crept into hers, giving it a small squeeze. Then they turned back to Anne, both smiling.

Sally spoke first, as she usually did. “Mom, the thing is — well, Ellie and I, we’ve been apart for much too long…” She glanced at her sister’s face once again, drinking in the adoration she saw there before shifting back to Anne. “…and we’re going to be lovers again, just like it used to be.” Sally placed a hand upon her mother’s shoulder. “You can be a part of that too, Mom… if you want it.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, suddenly dazed as she caught the meaning of her daughter’s words. “Honey, I don’t know…”

“C’mon, Mom,” Ellie spoke up, “we have to be together.” She leaned in closer, her eyes dancing. “Dad’s not giving you what you need anymore — and you aren’t with anyone else right now, you said so. Why not… be with us?”

Sally allowed her hand to glide up her mother’s neck to touch Anne’s flushed cheek. “You’re still sexy and desirable, Mom… you need a lover. A real lover. That could be us… Ellie and me. Your lovers.”

“It’s perfect!” squealed Ellie in a loud whisper, making the bed shake as she bobbed her head excitedly. “And way romantic, too. Think about it, you guys… all the stuff we could do! We could go out on a date in the minivan, all three of us… then go somewhere private and get totally crazy in the back!” She seized the still-moist strap-on, then brandished it before her mother. “Can I fuck you with this, Mom?”

“Enough, you two!” Anne hissed, and they fell silent. She glared at her daughters for a few seconds, then finally laughed, rolling her eyes. “Christ almighty, the way you girls team up on me… no wonder I always let you get away with murder.”

“Well, Mom,” began Ellie, grinning hugely, “what we want is way nicer than committing homicide…”

“Shush, child, and listen to me,” Anne demanded. “Both of you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I adore you two, you know that. What we shared together just now was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. And I’m… flattered that you want me to be a real lover to you. But I’m not sure that I can be both a mom and a girlfriend.” Both daughters opened their mouths to speak, but Anne held up a hand to silence them. “If you two want to be in a serious relationship, you’ve got my blessing… though I do think that you’ll have to keep it secret. And I’ll make love with either of you — or both of you — whenever you want me… but I think that’s taking things far enough between us for now.” She laughed, running nervous fingers through her hair. “I suppose what I’m saying is… I’d like to keep this little affair of ours casual.”

Sally grinned sheepishly. “Okay, Mom. Guess we shouldn’t get too carried away…”

“Well, I kinda like the idea of having my mom for a girlfriend,” Ellie cooed, “but regular sex works for me, thanks.”

Anne smiled sweetly at her daughters. “But I’m not saying that you shouldn’t, well… romance me. Who knows? I might just fall in love with you both if you try…”

Surprised, the two young women stared at their mother. Ellie broke the silence, shaking her head in what might have been admiration. “Jeez, Mom — you’re weird, but I sure do love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” added Sally. “And I don’t think you’re so weird — especially compared to Miss Thing here.” She patted her sister’s bottom with a smirk, and Ellie replied by sticking out her tongue.

Anne took a deep breath. “Well, girls… I had a marvelous time sharing my bed with you,” she cooed, the end of her sentence trailing off into a long yawn. She stretched herself luxuriously. “But it is getting late… time to break up this little party, I think.”

“I guess,” Ellie muttered reluctantly. “Wish we could all sleep together, though.”

Anne shook her head. “No, hon. We can’t take even the slightest chance of your father catching us… not if you want to keep this, this thing — I’m not even sure what to call it, what we’re doing. Pure insanity, I’d say. And if Ron found out, it would be a disaster for us all.”

“I know, I know,” the teen sighed, pouting a bit.

“Hey, at least you guys get to fuck next week… and the week after that!” Sally retorted. “Shit, I have to be back on the East Coast first thing Monday morning for that damned teacher’s assistants meeting.”

“Hmmm… I have an interesting idea,” Anne said slowly, a flicker of sudden excitement in her eyes. “Why don’t I tell your father that we three want to have some… some girl time together, and that we’ll be staying at the Chevoor for a couple of nights?”

“Oooooh!” squeaked Ellie. “That’s a killer plan!”

“Not so loud, El!” Sally whispered fiercely before turning to her mother. “God, that’s the swankest hotel in town… won’t Dad be pissed at being left out?”

Anne snorted. “Believe me, having the house all to himself is the kind of vacation Ron dreams of. He can have friends over for an all-night poker game, make a huge pot of that disgusting hobo chili of his and watch porno tapes for hours — the ones he doesn’t think I know he has, by the way.” She giggled. “As for me and my darling daughters… we’ll be stark naked in a luxury suite at the Chevoor, indulging our every wicked whim.”

“Cool! Can we do the spa, Mom? Can we, can we?” Ellie bounced eagerly in place.

“Oh, of course,” Anne replied. “We’ll do it up in style — having meals sent up, ordering bottles of vintage wine…” She saw Ellie’s face light up at that, and laughed. “Yes, honey, you can have some.”

“Get a room with a jacuzzi, Mom,” Sally added. “I’ve always wanted to fool around in one.”

“And we can watch some hot lesbian porn!” Ellie grinned. “I hear they have a huge X-rated movie selection.”

“But mainly,” Anne cooed, “we’ll be making love in every way imaginable. In fact, we’re going to fuck each other silly.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, gazing hungrily at her daughters. “Are you two into… anal sex?” The girls both nodded. “Good… I love taking it in the ass, and it’s been ages.” She grimaced. “I never could interest your father… he calls it ‘unnatural’. So — are either of you interested in butt-fucking your mom?”

Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Totally!” she squealed.

“Yeah, I’d be into that,” said Sally. “Um, I like a little back door action myself, so maybe one of you guys could do me that way, too…?”

“Oh, yes… this little trip is definitely happening,” Anne purred. “I’m making the reservations first thing in the morning.”

“God, this is gonna be totally insane,” Ellie enthused. “I can’t wait!”

“Pack light, girls… I plan to keep you both naked for pretty much the entire stay. Bring your sex toys, though, if you have them.” She laughed. “But that’s for tomorrow. Now get to bed, you two. I’m fading fast. First, though,” she added, “one goodnight kiss apiece.”

Eyes sparkling, Ellie moved first, leaning in to crush her mouth to Anne’s, quickly bringing an eager tongue into play. Mother and daughter hummed pleasurably as their kiss deepened; tongues meeting, mingling.

Finally Anne broke the passionate connection. “Down, girl,” she panted, staring at her flushed child. “You’ll get me worked up all over again.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind…” breathed Ellie, reaching up to cup her mother’s breasts.

Anne shook her head, but with an affectionate smile. “Patience, honey… we’ll make love over and over again, I promise you. Every kind of pleasure that women can share. But for now…” She placed a tiny kiss on Ellie’s nose. “Momma needs her beauty sleep, okay?”

“Oh, Mom,” Ellie giggled, allowing herself to topple over onto her back, “come off it. You’re beautiful now.”

Anne laughed. “I love you too, sweetheart.” She shifted her gaze to Sally. “Your turn…”

Sally approached slowly, eyes locked with Anne’s. Kneeling before her, she sought out her parent’s mouth with her own. Unlike Ellie, the older daughter chose a far more tender approach, her lips silky-soft as they lightly brushed those of her mother.

Anne moaned, lips parting just enough for Sally’s tongue to slip between them, the young woman kissing her with a passion that glowed rather than burned. Sally licked a slow, sensuous circle around her mom’s mouth, cupping the older woman’s face in both hands.

They gently parted, eyes opening simultaneously. Sally and her mother stared at one another for several heartbeats, then Anne said “My gracious,” in a faint voice. Glancing from one daughter to the other, she said, “Thank you, girls. You’ve made me happy tonight… happier than I can put into words.” She rose somewhat shakily to her feet. “Help me fix the blankets, will you?”

No words were spoken as the three women straightened the skewed covers, then turned them down for the night. This accomplished, Anne climbed into bed, tugging the blanket up to her shoulders as she settled in. “See you in the morning… we’re having blueberry pancakes.” She pointed at the floor. “Don’t forget your clothes.”

Sally and Ellie quickly gathered up their scattered things, then each bent in turn to kiss her mother’s cheek before padding toward the door. “Good night, Mom… love you,” whispered Sally.

“Love you, Mom. Night-night,” added Ellie as she cautiously opened the door into the hallway and peered out.

“Good night, girls. I love you both.” Anne blew her daughters a kiss, then extended a hand to switch off the table lamp, sending the room into darkness.

Giving their mother one last smile, Sally lifting her hand in a fleeting wave, the sisters tiptoed into the hall, carefully shutting the door behind them. Then Ellie, her clothes clutched in one hand, seized her big sister’s wrist with the other, leading Sally across the long corridor to their old bedroom.

Once inside, Ellie quickly closed the door behind them. “Fuck that icebox that we call a guest room,” she cheerfully announced. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight!”

Sally laughed. “How can I refuse such a charming offer?”

“You can’t. C’mon — let’s get under the covers.”

The sisters crawled into bed, shifting about as they got comfortable. Finally they lay spooned together, Ellie’s bottom nestled against the warmth of Sally’s mound.

“Jeez, that was amazing!” Ellie suddenly blurted. “God, I still can’t believe it really happened…”

“It did, though,” murmured Sally, resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“We fucked our own mother, Sal,” the younger girl said in an awed tone. “We had sex with Mom.”

“That’s not all that happened, though,” Sally replied. “You and I… we found each other again.” She searched for and found her sister’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “How did it happen, El? How could we have drifted apart like we did?”

“I don’t know, Sal… we just did.”

A heavy sigh. “Five fucking years… just thinking about it makes me want to cry.”

Ellie wriggled around to face her big sister, firmly grasping her arm. “Don’t you dare, Sally Stratton… you’ll have me crying too.”

“I won’t. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter… I’ve got you back, and this time it’s for keeps.” She nuzzled Ellie’s face. “I love you, El.”

“Me too, Sal. So… it’s really true, about you and me — we’re real lovers and, and, and everything?”

“Yeah. Especially everything.”

Ellie propped herself up on one elbow, gazing at her big sister in the moonlight that spilled like milk through the open drapes. “What about Mom? She says she just wants to be, y’know, casual… but do you think we can, m-make her fall in love with us? Cause that seems like — like something I really want to do now.” She thoughtfully nibbled her lip. “Maybe… I’ve felt that way about her for a long time, and just didn’t know.” Lying down again, she reached out for Sally, wrapping her arms around the older girl. “When I think about you, me and Mom being in love for real… jeez, it’s making me tingle all over!”

Sally touched Ellie’s cheek. “I feel that way, too… we can’t push her, though, El. Let’s just make her know how much we want her, how strong our love is… somehow I think we can win her in the end.” She yawned, stretched. “Okay, let’s talk about this later, babe — we need to get some shut-eye. Just ’cause we stayed up late doing the wild thing with Mom doesn’t mean she won’t be rousting us from bed for breakfast at 9:30.”

“Blueberry pancakes, I know. Um, Sally… I know it’s late, but, well… I was kinda hoping that we could, y’know, fuck before we go to sleep…?”

Sally’s eyes opened, and she stared incredulously at her sister. “Damn, girl… you are insatiable.”

Ellie giggled. “Just call me horny, ma’am.”

Sally couldn’t help but grin. “Welllll…” she drawled, “I did get pretty turned on myself, watching you ride Mom like a rodeo cowboy…”

Ellie rolled onto her back. pulling Sally on top of her. “Take me,” she breathed, wrapping her lithe legs around the older girl. “Have your way with me. I wanna be your baby-sister fuck toy.”

Her pulse galloping, Sally felt Ellie’s open cunt rub against her lower belly… and she responded, grinding back against the sticky hot flesh. “Kinky bitch,” she growled, moving her pelvis in tight little circles.

Ellie raised her head to bite at Sally’s ear, making her big sister squeal in surprise. “Don’t analyze me, sis,” she whispered, allowing both sets of fingernails to travel slowly down her lover’s back, “just do me.” Suddenly, a wicked smile flashed upon her face. “Sally… let’s pretend it’s our first time again, and I’m only ten, and I have to let you do whatever you want, but I’m cool with it…”

Before Sally could speak, Ellie uncoiled her body from her sister’s… lying flat on her back beneath the older girl. The feral glint had vanished from the teen’s eyes, and she gazed up in a mixture of wonder and awe at her beloved big sister. “Sal…” she moaned in a soft, little-girl voice. “Oh, Sally, this feels s-so nice… what’re you doing to me?”

The blood seemed to roar through Sally’s veins as she stared down at the transformed Ellie. “Making love to you, El,” she gasped. “Making love.” And, lowering herself onto the slighter body stretched out beneath hers, she claimed the mouth of her baby sister in a fierce, heated kiss.

*****

The original version of “…and I’ll show you mine,” only went as far as the first chapter. After its posting, I received more requests for a sequel than for anything I’d ever written. Not wanting to disappoint my half-dozen or so readers, I began to think about how best to approach such a project.

Turn back the calendar to nearly two years earlier, when Leslita author Kathy-Anne Niemann posted a great story entitled “After Eighteen Years,” about a pair of sisters who were lovers nearly two decades earlier. The story ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, and I immediately emailed Kathy-Anne to beg her for a second chapter. She politely declined, but generously offered to let yours truly pick up the story’s thread.

Anyhow, when I was pondering a sequel to “…and I’ll show you mine,” it occurred to me that my version of Kathy-Anne’s story, with a few appropriate changes, would be ideal for the job. Once again, I emailed her to get permission, which she kindly granted. I ended up packing enough material on both ends of her plot to stretch the thing out to six times its original length, being such a wordy bastard. My fervent thanks to Kathy-Anne, both for her writing and her kindness.

By JetBoy

Seven years later…

Sally Stratton collapsed into the couch, her younger sister Ellie falling into a nearby chair. Both women sighed contentedly, then Sally reached for the bottle of Cabernet she’d left on the end table. Cautiously extracting the cork with her fingers, she filled a glass with wine, pausing to savor the bouquet before taking her first leisurely sip.

“Hey, can I have some of that?” asked Ellie.

Sally gave her sister a sideways glance. “And you a mere child of seventeen… you just want to get me in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor,  don’t you?” She snickered, then ducked a carelessly thrown TV Guide. “Okay, okay!” Holding up a hand in surrender, she passed the bottle to Ellie. “Here, help yourself. Just don’t tell the parental units. And don’t drink from the bottle, for God’s sake. Be civilized, get a glass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled Ellie, stomping into the kitchen to seize a glass from the dish rack, then back into the living room to flop down in the chair. “Mom lets me have wine every now and then,” she declared, “that is, if Dad’s not around. Jeez, I’ll be legal in two years anyway.” Grabbing the bottle, she carefully measured out a rather large drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” murmured Sally.

“Up yours,” grinned the teen. “I earned it, with this pair of dishpan hands.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sally said, raising her glass. “Merry fucking Christmas, sis.”

Ellie held her own glass up and took a warm gulp. “Merry fucking Christmas. God, I’m glad it’s over. Nearly over,” she added, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.

It was approaching midnight, and they had just dispensed with the last of the dishes from the enormous Christmas dinner. The house had been full of relatives from both sides of the family tree. Arranging and preparing for the event had taken weeks, and Sally had been marshaled into duty minutes after arriving home for winter break by her mother Anne, who had given her eldest daughter a hug, a kiss, and just enough time to shrug out of her overcoat before handing her an apron and pointing toward the kitchen.

The party had ended two hours earlier, but there had been plenty of cleaning up left to do when the last of the guests had said their goodbyes. Their mother Anne had wanted to stay up and help the girls, but Ellie and Sally wouldn’t have it, shooing her upstairs.

Now that the work was over and done with, the sisters relaxed in the living room, listening to a jazz CD. The parents had gone to bed, and the house was blissfully still.

The two sisters sipped their wine, savoring this oasis of calm after the hours of frenzied activity. In fact, what with a grueling week of finals just before her flight home from Dartmouth; then the dozens of party tasks her mother had delegated over the last few days, this felt like the first tranquil moment Sally had enjoyed in ages. She sank a little deeper into the comforting embrace of the couch with a happy sigh.

Ellie was wearing her Christmas sweater, the one her mother had knitted — red, with little green holly leaves above her left breast. She’d paired it with khaki slacks that fit snugly. Sally wore a maroon skirt, which came up to just above her knees and was slit halfway up the left side. She’d worn a semi-sheer blouse, open just enough to show a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

Ellie broke the silence, smiling wistfully as she cupped her wine glass in both hands. “Can I ask you something?” she said. “It’s sort of personal.”

Sally shrugged. “Fire away.”

“Do you ever… think about the things we used to do together?”

Sally arched and eyebrow. “Things…?”

“You know,” Ellie replied. “Don’t pretend. Not now.”

The older sister paused, pondered. “What brought that on?” she finally asked.

Ellie traced the lip of the glass with her finger. “I can’t help but remember those days… especially when you’re here.”

Sally sat quietly for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Yeah… I guess I still think about it. Not as much as I used to, but…” She studied her younger sister. “Ever tell any of your girlfriends about us?”

“No,” Ellie replied. “I never would.”

“Really?” Sally tilted her head, an intrigued expression on her face. “Think they might get all… weird on you?”

“God, no,” snickered Ellie. “My last girlfriend Mandy — you never got to meet her… when she saw that snapshot I have of you in your volleyball uniform, she said you were, and I quote, a ‘hottie’, and told me she would love to take you to bed.” She giggled, then shook her head. “Jeez, if I ever even dropped a hint about the things you and I got up to back in the day, Mandy wouldn’t give me a minute’s peace until I introduced you to her. ” She fell silent, gazing into the embers that still glowed in the fireplace, then glanced up at Sally. “Honestly, I never wanted to tell anyone about you and me. It’s… it’s not for them. Only us.”

“I’ve never told anybody, either,” Sally nodded. “Probably for the same reason…”

Ellie smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t tell. Somehow, I just knew.”

“El,” murmured Sally, setting down her glass. “Have you given some more thought to… you know, coming out to Mom and Dad?”

Sighing heavily, the seventeen-year-old leaned back in her chair, studying her hands. “No,” she shrugged. “I think Mom would be okay with it, but Dad… he’d totally freak.” She glanced over at Sally. “What about you? When’s the last time you went to bed with a girl?”

“Oh… a couple of months ago, actually. Billy, the guy I’m seeing… he understands that I need to explore that side of myself every once in a while.” She grinned. “Of course, he’s bisexual himself, so…”

“No kidding!” Ellie exclaimed. “Is he into, you know, threesomes and all that?”

Sally shook her head. “No… and neither am I. We respect each other’s space that way.”

“Well, you and I never did a threesome, either. Not that we needed anything like that.”

“Guess not… still, it’s weird that the idea never came up. You’d think that we would’ve tried to get at least one of our friends into bed with us.”

I think what we had was perfect as it was. Just you and me.” Ellie hesitated, took another sip of wine, then gazed shyly at her older sister. “You know… for all the girls I’ve been with, I never had a better lover than you, sis.”

“That’s so sweet,” Sally smiled, blushing a bit. “I still have some of those pictures you drew of me. I love the one you did of us making out in the shower.”

Ellie giggled. “God, I’ll never forget that one! You were late getting back from volleyball, I was waiting for you… and feeling so hot and bothered that I thought I’d explode.” She tilted her head, studying her big sister. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”

“Yes… yes, we did. Funny how we’ve never talked about it since then.”

Ellie leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling… thinking about the night, nearly seven years ago, when she and Sally had become more than sisters.

She had been ten, Sally fifteen. They had always been close, much closer than any of their friends were with their siblings. Sally played volleyball, was a star member of the school debate team, extremely outgoing and popular at school. Ellie was shy, though lively and adorable with those who got to know her. She preferred artistic pursuits — drawing, painting, collage, sculpture.

Ellie began to look at her sister in a different way when Sally was just starting high school… and it began on one particular day when she was watching her older sibling play volleyball with her team. Ellie was just beginning to develop a real curiosity about sex and sexuality… and while the game was in progress, she noticed how nice her sister’s bottom looked in her black volleyball shorts, and how gracefully Sally moved on the field.

After that day, she began to think more and more about Sally, studying her big sister as she went through her daily routine… often feeling a kind of tickly sensation in her tummy at the sight of the older girl.

Soon, the ten-year-old began looking for any opportunity to see her big sister naked, or even in her underwear. She would lean against the bathroom door, listening to Sally when she was in the shower, wishing she could see her sister washing herself, confused as to why she felt that way. When Ellie was alone in the house, she would sometimes lie face down on Sally’s bed, savoring the scent of the older girl on the sheets.

She was jealous of Sally’s body, even as she longed for glimpses of it. Her sister had nicely developed breasts for her age and her hips were already assuming a womanly contour, but Ellie was still built like a boy. The single peek Ellie had stolen of her sister’s naked lower half revealed that Sally had a chestnut triangle of pubic hair, while her own sex was still completely bare.

Ellie had not yet realized that she had a crush on her older sister… but she would finally know the truth on that wonderful, magical night when everything changed between them both.

It began when Ellie had wandered into the bedroom she shared with Sally, having just brushed her teeth and changed into the t-shirt she always slept in — only to find Sally on all fours, naked but for a pair of red panties.

Her heart began to race at the sight of her beautiful big sister. Sally’s breasts were perfect, absolutely perfect; and the apple shape of her buttocks was set off beautifully by the skimpy panties.

Unable to think of anything else to say, Ellie had stammered “What’s up?” or something equally foolish.

Sally had glanced back at her, grinned, and replied, “I’m putting on a show for you!” then shook her bottom in a very enticing way.

Ellie had felt hot all over, so excited she could barely draw breath. Sally, doing a strip show for her…? She remembered cheering her sister on, encouraging her to continue.

Well. Sally sheepishly explained that she was really looking for her missing contact lens, and Ellie felt a twinge of disappointment that she tried her best to conceal. But then, instead of covering her nudity, the older girl continued to scan the floor in her undressed state. Even better, Sally began to move her bottom around in an almost sexual manner, as if she really was putting on a show for her baby sister. The vision of that beautiful rump had Ellie quivering inside.

Suddenly Ellie had an idea. A very wicked, very delicious idea that required every ounce of nerve the little girl possessed.

Grasping the waistband of her underpants, she slowly slid them down to just above her knees, then turned her back to her sister, who was still combing through the carpet. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the ten-year-old squealed, “Check this out, Sally!” then began to dance for her sister, arms and legs churning as she wiggled her bare bottom to an imaginary beat.

Ellie was unsure of how her sister might respond to this lewd display. Would Sally become peeved, or berate her for being childish? She stole quick glances at the half-dressed teen as she continued to grind her hips, thrilled to see that not only was her older sibling not offended, she seemed downright fascinated by Ellie’s partial nudity.

When a surprised Sally asked what she was doing, Ellie squealed, “I’m giving you a show!” And she kept right on dancing.

Seven years later, Ellie savored the memory of her beautiful big sister grinning with delight and clapping; then telling her she was “so cute… sexy, even!”… and the feeling of joy that suffused the little girl at those words.

But then, Sally said something else… something that excited Ellie so much that she felt strangely dizzy.

Sally said, “Okay, my turn.”

The game proceeded quickly from there, the sisters taking turns displaying their bodies for one another in a bold game of striptease, revealing a little more each time until they were both naked.

And when Ellie had removed her panties and lay back to pose on her bed, completely bare and open to Sally’s stare, her older sister had made a move so utterly freaky that it left the child gasping, incapable of thought or speech. Sally had dipped her face between Ellie’s parted legs and kissed her pussy!

It happened so quickly that the act took a few seconds to register, then her big sister was standing at the foot of the bed, blushing as she thumbed the elastic of those red panties, the last stitch of clothing between them — soon to join the rest on the floor.

From there, things could only get even more interesting. Neither of them wanted to stop playing, even when there was nothing left to take off. Sally got on all fours upon her bed, facing away from Ellie, who was kneeling right behind her, and bent down to display her vulva and anus to a trembling younger sister, inviting her to look more closely.

Ellie had stared in wonder at the juicy pink crease of Sally’s sex, framed by soft brown curls. Then there was the darker-hued anal pucker, nestled so enchantingly between her sister’s buttocks. It was the loveliest sight the ten-year-old had ever encountered. She felt herself almost moved to tears, for some reason she didn’t understand.

Then Sally turned to peer over her shoulder at her younger sibling. “Touch me, El,” she whispered. “Touch me there. See how it feels.”

Ellie’s heart smashed against her ribs like a mad, caged thing as she reached out, lightly grazing the moist heat of her sister’s vulva with nervous fingertips; then, surprised by the warmth she found, began to explore the sticky flesh.

That was only the beginning of the sexual delights the sisters would explore that evening. Minutes later, Ellie lay back, thighs splayed apart while Sally kissed and licked at her slit. The ten-year-old mewled and whimpered as her sister’s mouth brought her pleasure such as she never imagined possible.

Afterward they cuddled, exchanging whispered words of love.

It was like a chunk of paradise had fallen from the sky into Ellie’s hands. She’d always adored her big sister, and now Sally told her that they could be girlfriends,  too. The ten-year-old was struck nearly speechless with joy, suddenly understanding, deep down inside, just how badly she had wanted this without knowing.

Then Sally invited Ellie to kiss her, saying that it was what girlfriends did, after all. The shy little girl placed a hesitant peck upon her older sister’s lips, but Sally responded with a real kiss, a French kiss. Ellie, who had never even held hands with a boy, nearly swooned at how lovely Sally’s mouth felt on hers. Soon their tongues were engaged in a loving ballet, flickering back and forth as the sisters’ passion grew increasingly heated.

She could have kissed Sally for hours, but then the older girl broke away to show Ellie another way to feel wonderful, sucking at her nipples like a nursing baby would, slipping a hand between her legs to caress the child’s bare slit. Ellie panted helplessly, clutching at her big sister’s back as, once again, Sally made her come.

And as the ten-year-old lay dazed, tingling from head to toe in pleasure’s aftermath, Sally offered Ellie fingers that were sticky with the little girl’s juices. Ellie eagerly sucked them, then shared the flavor with her sister in a kiss.

Having savored and relished the delights of lesbian lovemaking, Ellie was struck by a burning desire to pleasure her big sister in the same way. And she did, first nursing at Sally’s breasts, each in turn; then squirming downward to lie prone between the teenager’s thighs. She was very nervous and a little scared, but determined to do her best to make Sally feel good.

Ellie quickly fell in love with her sister’s pussy — kissing and sucking at the rosy flesh, soft pubes tickling her lips as the thick, warm fluids of Sally’s cunt dripped from her chin, thrilling to the older girl’s moans of rapture. Before she knew it, Sally was bucking crazily on the bed, lost in the sweet release of orgasm.

The girls spent much of the night making love, playing ceaselessly with one another like children with wonderful new toys. Finally the drowsy sisters exchanged one last passionate kiss, then Sally slipped from Ellie’s bed, drawing the sheets over her already dozing baby sister. Climbing into her own bed, Sally soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Sally was first to waken. She stretched herself luxuriously, then suddenly bolted upright in her bed, eyes wide as memories of her night with Ellie flooded her consciousness. It all came back: the teasing, the undressing, the surprising transition from playing games to making love. She recalled the warmth of her sister’s body, the taste of her sex, her angel-soft mouth.

Heart racing, Sally slowly turned to gaze at the still sleeping ten-year-old, curled up so enticingly in bed. A twinge of desire surged through the teen as she studied Ellie’s form, concealed by a thin blanket — knowing that her baby sister was naked underneath.

Then a discordant note interrupted the melody of Sally’s arousal: would Ellie still feel the same today as she had last night… still mean the loving words she had spoken in the heat of their passion? The fifteen-year-old nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. What if Ellie awakened feeling used, even violated? What if she cried? Became angry?

Determined not to give her sister an opportunity for regret, Sally thrust the covers to one side, rising to her feet. Sweeping her hair back with an impatient gesture, she padded over to stand next to Ellie’s pillow. Bending down, she placed a hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Ellie,” she whispered, “wake up.”

The little girl shifted, breaking into a yawn as her eyes fluttered open. “Whas’sup…?” she mumbled… then Ellie gasped, gaping open-mouthed at her naked sister as remembrances of the night kicked in. “Oh, Sally,” she breathed.

The teen shushed her younger sibling, touching a finger to Ellie’s lips. “Morning, sis,” she cooed. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Ellie seemed utterly disoriented by Sally’s request, for the briefest instant. Then she smiled hugely. “Yeah!”

Slipping into robes, the girls tiptoed across the hallway to their bathroom, quickly shedding the terrycloth garments as the door clicked shut behind them.

Sally drew her sister into a loving embrace, cupping Ellie’s bottom as she kissed her. The ten-year-old melted into Sally’s arms, meeting the teen’s exploring tongue with her own.

After a long while they gently parted, sharing a shy smile.

“How do you feel about all this, El?” murmured Sally. “Are you okay with what we did last night?”

“Yeah,” Ellie sighed, her eyes shining with adoration. “It… it seems kinda like a dream to me… the nicest dream ever.” She hugged her big sister close, lightly kissing her neck. “I love you, Sally.”

“I love you too, sugarpop. Now come on — let’s get wet.”

They climbed into the shower cubicle, Sally turning on and adjusting the water. The two sisters took turns soaping and washing one another, pausing often for hot, hungry kisses. Then Sally knelt before her sister, nuzzling a path down her tummy to cover Ellie’s smooth slit with her mouth. Ellie slumped against the yellow-tiled wall, breath hissing through her teeth as Sally licked her to a knee-trembling orgasm.

Once the girl had regained her breath, she got Sally down on all fours, crouching behind her older sister. Parting her buttocks, Ellie began to trail her tongue through Sally’s anal cleft, recalling how wonderful it had felt when she had been licked that way a few hours ago. As she rimmed her sister, Ellie slipped a hand between the teen’s thighs, clumsily fondling her vulva. Soon Sally was panting in amazement, trembling violently as the ten-year-old girl brought her off.

Emerging from the shower, the girls toweled one another dry, then embraced.

“That was… oh, jeez, it was amazing,” Ellie murmured.

“God, it really was,” Sally responded. “You know… I’m probably going to want to do a lot more of that with you.”

Ellie giggled. “Oh… I think I’m okay with that.” She reached up to touch her sister’s face. “Love you, Sal.”

“I love you too, El… and it’s a different kind of love. Better!” She paused, then grinned. “Hey — wanna go on a date with me?”

Ellie gazed quizzically at her big sister. “Um… sure, yeah. Where? When?”

“Tonight, in our room, about nine o’clock,” purred Sally.

“I’ll totally be there!” the ten-year-old squeaked, giggling excitedly. “Should I dress up?”

Sally shook her head. “Just bring your sexy little self.”

With that, they shared an altogether un-sisterly kiss before donning their bathrobes and heading downstairs to the kitchen, where their mother was making breakfast.

From that morning forward, Sally and Ellie were lovers.

They explored their newfound intimacy as often as they were able — and what with sharing a bedroom, they had many opportunities to learn the ways of lesbian love. Sally got an older friend to purchase a vibrator for her, which she used to break Ellie’s hymen not long after her baby sister turned eleven.

Until Sally left to attend college, the intimacy the sisters shared was the most important relationship of their young lives. They both dated and had sex with others, but only occasionally, always returning to one another. It was natural, it was beautiful, it was perfect. The night before Sally left, she and Ellie made love so forcefully that they finally collapsed from exhaustion, their tears mingling in a sorrowful aftermath as they bid each other goodbye.

Sally’s school was nearly a thousand miles away, and she was unable to return home until the very end of her freshman year. Once separated, the sisters drifted into new relationships. Sally began to date boys, though she continued to enjoy sex with females as well. Ellie decided she was gay, and indulged herself with girls whose tastes ranged from bi-curious to openly lesbian — though she was always careful to keep her preference a secret from their sweet but very conservative father.

With the passage of time, their youthful sexual adventures with each other came to seem naive, even childish; and they never picked up the thread of their romance when Sally finally returned from school. There was an awkwardness between them at first that they overcame by maintaining a careful silence about the special, secret loving they’d shared for more than two years. Gradually, with the passage of time, Sally and Ellie were able to resume a normal sisterly relationship.

Now, staring into glasses of wine, Sally and Ellie were speaking of their incestuous lovemaking for the first time since those heady days. They sat together in silence, but suddenly on edge with an unexpected excitement as they listened to the music in the glow of the Christmas tree.

Ellie nibbled nervously at her lip as she studied her sister. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “I was watching your ass move all night while you were walking around… all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it.” Her voice faltered, but she soldiered on. “I… I wanted to take you into the basement and feel you up, like we used to do.”

Sally arched an eyebrow. “Wow… you really have been giving this some thought, haven’t you?” Her heart was now throbbing steadily, and there was a restless warmth building between her legs. She shifted in her seat, murmuring, “It’s been a long time…”

“Know what started it? I was looking at that picture of you and me in Mom’s photo album. Remember — the one of us on the beach in California?”

Sally nodded. The photograph was of the girls in their two-piece swim suits, hugging each other and smiling brightly for the camera. Sally’s nipples were prominent, and the line of Ellie’s slit could be perceived through her bikini bottoms.

“If Mom knew what we did in the motel room that night, she’d have fainted,” Ellie said.

“That’s for sure,” Sally said, with a quiet smile.

They sat silently for a long moment, listening to the whispery caress of Miles Davis’ trumpet, sipping at their wine.

“So, El… let me ask you something,” Sally finally said, setting her glass down.

“What?”

She gazed evenly at her sister. “If I was to pull up my skirt and take off my panties… would you come over here and kiss me?”

Her eyes alight, Ellie nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

Sally leaned back on the couch and tugged the hem of her skirt above her hips to reveal black panties. These she slowly slid down and off, carelessly dropping them on the floor. She put her arms behind her head, watching, waiting.

Ellie slowly rose, then padded over to where Sally sat on the couch, kneeling before her. The sisters drifted into each other’s arms and, for the first time in five years, shared a kiss.

It was gentle at first, but Ellie quickly brought her tongue into play, tracing Sally’s mouth. The older girl moaned, eagerly parting her lips. Within seconds, they were kissing like ardent lovers, as if they’d never been apart.

Their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Sally’s hands slipped into Ellie’s slacks, squeezing her ass through silky white panties. Ellie clumsily shoved her pants down to her knees, then embraced Sally again.

Sally parted her legs to accommodate her sister, letting Ellie grind lustfully against her mound. The motion and the heat sent waves of pleasure rippling through Sally’s tummy. Ellie unbuttoned her sister’s blouse, then dipped her head to kiss the tops of Sally’s breasts. Sally struggled with Ellie’s sweater, finally tugging it over her head to reveal a sheer red bra, her younger sibling’s nipples easily visible beneath the cups.

Ellie sat up, unbuttoning her pants, then flicked open the clasp of her bra while Sally eased herself up to struggle free of her own. Now bare-breasted, the two sisters came together in a frantic embrace, kissing passionately.

Ellie’s hand found its way between Sally’s thighs, and the older girl parted her legs to admit her sister’s questing fingers. She put her own hand inside Ellie’s panties, closing her eyes as she fondled the warm, secret part of her baby sister that she hadn’t touched in years.

“God, I love you, Sally,” Ellie breathed, as her older sibling worked a finger, then two, inside her.

“I… I love you too, Ellie!”

“Do you like it, Sal — my fingers inside you? Jeez, your pussy is like an oven!”

“Oh, fuck… I didn’t realize how m-much I missed this…”

Their hands worked frantically as the sisters brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

When the inevitable climax came, it enveloped both of them at the same time. They shuddered and moaned and clutched at one another, Ellie’s face buried in her sister’s neck.

After the throes of ecstasy passed, they lay quietly, holding each other close and listening to the sounds of their breathing.

And then, another sound. A soft cry of surprise.

Ellie and Sally looked up, both stiffening as they saw their mother Anne, standing in front of the Christmas tree in her nightgown, a look of utter shock on her face.

Sally imagined the tableau, just as Mom must have seen it: her two daughters on the couch, the eldest one with her legs spread as wide as they could go, the youngest with her slacks bunched at her ankles. Both women bare-breasted and their fingers still buried inside one another.

“Uh… hi, Mom,” Ellie said, eventually.

Anne slowly sat down in a nearby chair. “My God,” she gasped, “what are you two doing?”

Sally and Ellie glanced at one another, then slowly turned to face their mother.

Sally smiled weakly. “Um… well, I guess you could say that we’re making love, Mom.” She withdrew her hand from between her sister’s thighs, and Ellie followed suit.

Anne’s gaze drifted down to glance at her daughters’ exposed vulvas. She shook her head, as if to clear it. “How… how long has this been going on between you two?”

The sisters made eye contact again, both thinking the same thing: Should we tell her? Ellie shrugged, and Sally turned to Anne again, sighing heavily.

“Well, Mom,” she mumbled, “we first made love, um, seven years ago.”

Anne seemed dazed. “Seven years… Jesus. You were just children then!”

Ellie spoke up. “We just ended up… getting together, Mom. Neither of us planned it. It’s hard to explain how it happened.”

Sally put in, “This is the first time we’ve been together since I left for college. We just wanted to… to be intimate again, for old time’s sake.” She paused. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Anne gazed evenly at her daughters. “Don’t say you’re sorry,” she said, folding her arms. “You’re only feeling guilty because I caught you.”

Sally slowly nodded her head as she smoothed down her skirt, covering her nakedness. “I… I guess so… but that’s because Ellie and I love each other, Mom. Maybe more than most sisters, but…”

“Well, I’m not sorry about us,” Ellie said firmly. “I feel bad if you’re upset, Mom… but what Sally and I shared together was beautiful. It made us happy.” She wrapped her arms around her big sister. “And being with her again just made me realize how much I’ve missed what we had.”

“All right,” Anne said softly. “I understand.”

Ellie and Sally broke apart, exchanging a look of surprise. “Uh, Mom…” Ellie began, “you… you aren’t going to lecture us? Read us the riot act?” She nibbled at her thumbnail. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but, well, aren’t you upset? You just caught me and Sally fucking, for God’s sake!”

Anne sighed, then smiled wryly. “You two aren’t the only girls in the world who’ve been to bed with other women, you know.”

The sisters exchanged an even more astonished glance, then turned back to their mother. “Mom…” Sally began, hesitated, then began again. “Mom, are you telling us that… that you’ve had sex with women?”

Anne nodded. “Yes… many times.”

Ellie and Sally waited for their mother to continue, but she said nothing. Sally leaned forward, hands on her knees, while Ellie sat back, pants still around her ankles.

Finally Ellie spoke, a hint of impatience in her voice. “When, Mom?”

“The first time was back in college,” Anne began. “It was a girls’ school, after all. You’d be surprised how many of the women there were willing to experiment, even in those days.” She gazed wistfully into space. “I shared a room with a girl named Sophie… she and I were lovers for nearly two years.”

“So what happened?” Ellie asked.

Anne shrugged. “Oh, your father and I began to date… and he got me pregnant. So he and I got married, and I dropped out of college. I saw Sophie a time or two after that, but we never made love again.”

“Um… were there others?” Sally asked.

Anne gazed pointedly at her daughters. “What I’m going to tell you stays in this room, agreed?” Ellie and Sally nodded eagerly, and Anne continued. “Yes, there were others. Your dad is a good man, and he takes care of us… but I’ve never really been in love with him.” She paused. “I’d never cheat on Ron with another man, but I couldn’t give up women. I’ve had several affairs since we’ve been married.”

“Wow,” Ellie whispered. “Does Dad know?”

“No,” Anne said softly. She sighed. “Anyhow, I guess that’s why I’m not angry at you two for… what you’re doing. If it makes you happy, then don’t deny yourself.” Smiling, she added, “I have to say… you two are beautiful together.”

Sally glanced at her sister… and saw something in Ellie’s eyes that made her heartbeat quicken. Something about a conversation they had shared while lying naked in bed together, years ago. A certain conversation about how sexy their mother still was…

Turning back to Anne, Sally spoke, carefully measuring her words. “So, Mom… how long has it been since you’ve made love to a woman?”

Anne stared down at her hands. “A few years. There hasn’t really been anyone who I could be with that I know of, since my last lover moved to Toronto… and I would feel, oh, totally awkward going into a lesbian bar and hooking up with a stranger. I’m just too old for that.”

“Too old? Mom, you’re only forty-six… you’re still totally desirable!”

“Thank you, honey. I suppose I should get out there and try to find someone… seeing you girls together only reminds me of how much I’ve missed it.” She rose from the chair. “Well, I think I’d better go back to bed, and give you two some privacy. Just keep the noise down, all right?”

Once more the sisters made eye contact — and they both smiled. Ellie nodded to Sally as if to say, Go ahead.

Heart racing, Sally pushed herself up from the couch with trembling hands and moved to where her mother stood.

“You know, Mom,” she murmured, “if you really want to make love to a woman again… all you have to do is stay down here with us.” She kissed her mother’s mouth, then drew back to smile lovingly at a gaping Anne. “Ellie and I would love to be with you.”

Anne looked over to where her other daughter stood, only to gasp as she saw Ellie step out of her pants and underwear, then move in to join her mother and sister, nude from the waist down.

“I d-don’t know about this, girls…” Anne stammered… but she made no move to leave, or even break away from her daughters.

“C’mon, Mommy,” Ellie cooed, “join us.” She wrapped her arms around Anne, leaning in to kiss her mother’s neck.

“We… we can’t do this,” Anne gasped. “I — I’m your mother, for God’s sake.”

“Well, Ellie is my sister,” Sally purred, pausing to lick around the edge of Anne’s ear. “And you just told us how beautiful we were together.” She reached around to fondle her mother’s shapely ass. “Just think how much more beautiful the three of us would be in bed.”

“Doesn’t that sound hot, Mom?” Ellie added. “It sure does to me…”

“A mother and her daughters,” whispered Sally, brushing Anne’s breasts with her fingertips, “making love. Sharing their bodies. Getting closer than most parents ever are with their children.”

“I… I’m not s-sure about this,” Anne whimpered, her resistance clearly giving way.

Sally slipped her hand through the folds of her mother’s nightgown, then inside the elastic waistband of Anne’s panties. The older woman gasped as her oldest daughter slid a finger into her cunt… then another.

“You can’t say that you aren’t excited, Mom,” Sally purred, “not when you’re this wet.” She swirled her fingers around inside her mother’s vagina… then withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth. Anne stared as her daughter first licked once at her glistening fingers, then smeared her lips with the wetness that coated them.

Turning to Ellie, Sally cooed, “Want a taste of Mom’s pussy, Sis?”

Nodding, Ellie leaned in to kiss Sally, licking her way around her older sister’s mouth.

“My God,” Anne whispered. “You two are so fucking sexy…”

Then Ellie turned to Anne, reaching for her hand. Before the older woman had time to think, Ellie had tucked it between her legs, pressing her mother’s fingers against her exposed pussy.

“Feel that, Mommy,” she whispered, “how wet I am. That’s how you make me… the thought of making love to you.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, trembling from head to toe. “My girls… my wonderful girls… I shouldn’t, but I want you b-both so much.” She leaned in to Ellie, taking her daughter’s mouth in a kiss.

Surprising the teen, Anne brought her tongue into play first, Frenching Ellie so passionately that the half-naked young woman moaned into her mother’s mouth. She quickly responded, her own tongue emerging to engage Anne’s.

Sally, meanwhile, began to unfasten the buttons of her mother’s nightgown, opening the front to bare Anne’s breasts. She paused to admire them — full and creamy, with only a hint of sag. Heart racing, she dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, God,” Anne gasped, breaking away. “G-girls… let’s not do this here. Let’s go up to my room and get comfortable.” Still breathing heavily, she gave her daughters a bad-girl smile. “I think my bed is big enough for three.”

The three women paused to straighten themselves, the girls quickly slipping back into their clothes. Then Anne reached out to take a hand from each daughter. “Come,” she murmured. “Do not wake your father.”

Hand in hand they climbed the stairs, then tiptoed together down the hallway, finally entering Anne’s bedroom.

Continue on to Part Three