Afternoon With The Sisters – Lesbian Sex Stories

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by Caesar (address defunct)

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Over lunch a younger sister aggressively confronts her
older and much more reserved sibling about her
unrequited lust for her. (FF, inc)

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“And she liked to lick my clit while pushing a small
four inch vibrator up my ass!”

“No!”

Both ladies took a sip of wine, and the elder brunette
again crossed her long silk covered legs again. The
blonde continued, “You haven’t had oral sex if you
haven’t felt this girls tongue between your legs.” The
younger woman enjoyed confronting her sister with blunt
sexual images, it very much shocked the reserved woman.

The elegantly dressed brunette giggled almost
girlishly, and to stifle herself, she took another sip
of wine. “My god, I don’t believe you did that! You
were always the wild one but I never have even
thought…”

The straight haired blonde interrupted, “What? You
would not have thought that the best sex of my life
would come from a eighteen year old lesbian?”

The sound of silk crossing as the brunette crossed her
legs, attempting to forget the tingling in her groin.
“Yes, I guess that’s it. Does this mean your a
lesbian?” She couldn’t meet the others eyes,
embarrassed at having asked the question.

Laughing suddenly, “Lord no Sheryl! I can never get
enough of my husbands cock, its just that sex with that
teenager was different and very satisfying.”

“Was it only the one time?”

“Yes, unfortunately. I thought it would be too
dangerous since the faculty takes a dim view of
instructors that have sex with one of their students.”
Sheryl nodded affirmatively, but still felt a little
light headed at the blunt images she had been
presented. “Though I used to have fantasies about you
when we were teenagers.” The blonde covered her
embarrassment by bringing the long stem goblet up to
take another sip of the grape.

Sheryl felt her hands trembling and asked, “Your
kidding right Becky?”

“No. Of course they were rather juvenile fantasies, but
you were my big sister, my idol. I wanted very much to
be like you then.” The blonde never bothered to explain
that those fantasies still exist when she lay awake
late at night.

“But you never said a word?” Sheryl put down her wine
goblet, feeling a bit lightheaded at the information
she was forced to process as well as the alcohol.

“What was I supposed to say, `I think about licking
your cunt’?” Becky was always had a fouler mouth than
her older sister. “Or that I used to lick my own
fingers thinking the juices came from you?”

It was a bit too much to take all at once, Sheryl
hardly felt prepared for her sister’s blunt admission.
She tried to change the subject, “Did you ever have sex
with another woman before your student?” Though the
brunette would rather have changed the subject
completely away from sex, it was making her feel rather
uncomfortable.

“No. I was too embarrassed.”

It was Sheryl’s turn to laugh, “Too embarrassed? You!”
The younger of the two was always the wilder of the
sisters. Constantly having new boyfriends, staying out
to all hours, in trouble in school. Let alone the
rumors at her sexual conquests with her numerous
boyfriends and even with groups of men.

“Yes, embarrassed.” Becky became indignant, “That I
would have rather been spreading my legs for you than
for that jerk thirty-second-Bob!” Bob had been her
boyfriend for a quarter of her senior year.

“Thirty-second…” Sheryl laughed into her hand. It was
the first she heard the nickname of her sister’s old
boyfriend.

After the elder sister finished giggling, the room
became unnaturally quiet. Becky finished her third
glass of wine while Sheryl simply looked down at the
carpet. Outside a bird fluttered near the window
causing the only sound, other than the gears of a
antique clock, in the room.

Again, Sheryl crossed her legs, the sound of the silk
almost thunderous as it echoed about the high walled
room. Becky could not help herself and stared again at
the black silk covered lower limbs of her older sister.
A look that the elder woman did not miss.

“Did you tell Darren?” Becky’s husband.

The blonde nodded negatively, she hadn’t told anyone
until her sister heard her admissions. “I’m not the
crazy younger sister you thought Sheryl.”

“Evidently!” Though Sheryl would have admitted that her
younger sister had stabilized very much since marrying
her millwright husband.

“I did a lot of those crazy things just to see if you
would notice me.” Becky scratched her two centimeter
nails along the thigh of her tight jeans, the sound
again loud in the large living room.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Sheryl suddenly felt
empathetic towards her younger sister. Always the wild
one, that rarely left anything alone. What could she
say, “Why did you come here today Becky?”

The two had become distant friends after the loud
shouts and tempers of adolescence. Yet, other than
holidays, the two siblings hadn’t seen each other
outside of family functions for several years. Sheryl’s
husband, a partner in a successful law firm, didn’t
much care for his wife’s family. Though he was on a
trip to the capital, and wasn’t due back for several
weeks, Sheryl wondered, for the first time, if her
sisters surprise visit was merely coincidence.

For a long while Becky simply sat scratching her thighs
and licking her lips. When he finally spoke, she looked
directly up into Sheryl’s blue eyes and whispered, “I
want to make love to you.”

Sheryl thought she had misheard something, and snapped,
“What?”

“After I had my first affair with a woman, I suddenly
knew what I had desired all those years ago.” Becky was
thirty two years old, and her sister three years older
than her. “I wanted to come here and see if it was
possible to enjoy a fantasy that I have had for almost
twenty years.” She had stopped breathing, watching for
her sisters reaction.

It was too much for the dignified woman, “This is some
type of joke right Becky?”

“No, its not. I want to make love to you and let you
know just how much I have always desired you.”

Sheryl uncrossed her legs, noticing her sisters quick
glance down as she pressed her own knees together. No
one in her life, not even her husband, had expressed
such a thing to her. Surely she was pretty, though she
thought a bit on the thin side, her younger sister
having got all the sexy curves of the two. The elder
woman knew she had to stop her sister’s perversion, as
she thought of it, as quickly as possible.

Before she could speak up Becky suddenly stood. “The
house is empty until your son gets home tomorrow from
his band trip, so we won’t be interrupted. I’ll be
upstairs in your bedroom Sheryl.” It was the irritating
personality that always plagued the older woman, but
she couldn’t say a word as she watched her sister’s
shapely ass sway as she exited the room.

Becky had come to a decision about her life and she was
going to get her own way unless her sister found could
tell her that she just wasn’t interested in a
incestuous relationship with any woman let alone her
own younger sister. This intrusion into her private
life was unacceptable, Sheryl was nervous simply with
her sister being in her house let alone upstairs in her
private room.

The grandfather clock was the only noise in the large
house, and the longer she sat the harder Sheryl’s heart
began to pump. When finally the tall woman stood,
smoothing out her skirt, and turned her embarrassment
and nervousness into another emotion – anger. An
emotion the elder sister understand, at least when it
came to confronting her own sister. As it was when they
were teens, it was often the best way to handle her
sister. She told herself, the only reason she was going
up the stairs, to her own room, was to confront her
sister and possibly throw her out of her house until
she had time to cool down.

Sheryl’s three inch black heels foretold of her arrive
as she aggressively approached her own bedroom. Finding
the door wide and the bed pulled down, she didn’t find
her sister as she predicted. It was obvious Becky had
been here, closing the shades and lighting a candle,
but there was no sign of the obsessed woman. Sheryl
stalked through the doorway of the master bedroom and
stood staring at the newly turned down bed, anger
clouding her senses.

Hands encircled her body, trapping her arms against her
sides. Becky pressed her body behind her sisters. The
full lips of the younger woman quickly coming into
contact with the sensitive skin of her sister’s neck.
Sheryl hadn’t time to defend herself and simply gasped
out in surprise at her sister’s boldness.

The embrace only lasted a few seconds until Sheryl
pulled out from her sister’s arms. Becky stood back and
allowed her sister to view her. So unlike the woman who
sat downstairs, the younger woman was not wearing an
inch of clothing, her full natural beauty revealed
solely for her sister.

It was the first time Sheryl had seen her sister naked
since their teens, when Becky often walked around nude
or nearly so with her sister in attendance, and felt
jealous at the younger woman’s still firm and toned
body. Her long blonde hair, untied, hung almost to her
round hips. While the white skin about her breasts and
crotch told of the hours under the sun in a very skimpy
bikini, leaving the remainder of her body a dark bronze
color.

Sheryl had not been so lucky with time. Her slim, pale
white almost boyish, frame was starting to wrinkle sag
and otherwise become rather soft in areas. Looking
directly at her sister’s mature still strong body was
not like looking into the mirror. A part of her
wondered why Becky was even attracted to her, since she
was definitely not beautiful. Perhaps she could be
considered striking, as long as she was dressed for
cocktails and not in sexy lingerie. Sheryl realized she
also felt jealousy at the teenager whom had enjoyed her
sister’s sexy body.

Becky walked slowly over to the bed and crawled up into
the middle of it. Sheryl stood stunned as her sister
dropped her shoulders down and spread her knees apart.
This presented a very graphic view of her own sister’s
nearly hairless vagina and ass hole. A part of her said
run, but she only stood watching as her sister reached
beneath herself and the fingers began to manipulate the
glistening folds of her vagina.

It was easily apparent that Becky was excited, the
general area about her crotch and even her fingers
quickly became coated with a shiny thick liquid,
evidence of her sister’s physical excitement. As the
seconds turned into minutes, Sheryl realized her sister
was getting very excited, her body humping upon her own
exploring fingers and her voice echoing that enjoyment.
A river of female juice flowed from the sexy blonde
pussy. It slide down her spread tanned thighs, it
covered the fingers, and collected into drops upon the
kinky coarse blonde hair.

The elder sister realized her gaze was almost hypnotic,
and she could help that her mouth was practically
watering. Two fingers pumped in and out of the inviting
hole in time to the sexual rocking of her sisters body
was enough to cause shivers to run randomly through her
thin body..

Becky started to moan into the bed, her face turned
slightly to the side and her older sister could hear
every word. “Oh Sheryl! God, I love you. Eat me, yes…
eat me!” At first the brunette thought the words were
for her ears, but soon realized Becky was lost in her
own erotic mental fantasies.

The scream surprised the quivering standing woman, as
her sister let out a wail of pleasure and excitement.
This revealed the initial stage of the large orgasm
Becky started to endure. From half a dozen feet away,
Sheryl could see the contortions that her sister’s
muscles underwent. She could see the grasping muscles
of her sex as well as the claws her fingers turned
into. It was the first time Sheryl had ever witnessed a
woman’s orgasm, even her own were so rare that it had
been years since she had even heard or smelt the
pleasure echoing through the large room.

When Becky finally collapsed, Sheryl realized she had
been holding her breath and let it out in a gasp. It
was the most erotic most blatantly sexual sight she had
ever witnessed. She also realized her own body was
sweaty and quivering uncontrollably.

Her younger sister dropped flat onto the bed, her legs
still spread and her body undergoing random spasms.
Sheryl took the few steps that brought her to the edge
of her own king sized bed, merely a foot from her
sisters torso. It was like another woman controlled her
actions, at least that is how she would later feel
about this moment. Perhaps it was simply
inquisitiveness that reached out her bejeweled hand and
fingers towards that sweaty naked female.

The difference between the two female bodies had always
been curves. Becky had them, Sheryl did not. Since they
had both developed into woman, those curves had nagged
at Sheryl’s consciousness and she attempted to ignore
her own jealously towards whatever power that chose the
bodies they now owned. So, the first place that
reaching quivering hand touched was the round curve of
Becky’s sexy ass.

When she felt her palm touch the hot smooth wet skin,
Sheryl jerked her hand back as if the skin had burned
her. She may have anticipated something stronger, some
reaction from her sister or maybe some internal climax
to her own sexual hang-ups. Yet, nothing happened, she
had simply touched another woman’s skin.

Again the palm laid upon the whiteness of the bikini
line, but didn’t pull back the this time. Sheryl
watched her hand with a strange remoteness, as if she
was watching a television. For several seconds that
thin long fingered hand simply lay upon the white skin
before she moved her fingers inward, gasping the round
firm bottom.

That was when she felt the first emotion towards what
her sister had initiated, it was desire. Though she
very much covered it up, mostly from herself.

Becky lay silent, her head facing the opposite
direction, as she felt the hand moved about her bottom.
It grasped her firmly before moving to another spot and
again grasp. She hadn’t moved or even acknowledged the
touches, afraid that her sister would go back into her
mental hole and retreat from this encounter. The
younger sister was determined to show her sister just
how much she was loved, and how desperately she was
desired. Becky was already amazed at how far she had
gotten, surprised and pleased that Sheryl had not
stormed out of the room but stayed to watch as a voyeur
to Becky’s self pleasure. It had been for Sheryl, that
she masturbated. The intense reaction she enjoyed was
because her older sister had been watching.

Another hand was placed on the opposite cheek and
started to manipulate that globe. Sheryl watched, her
teeth biting painfully into her bottom lip, as her
hands freely amused themselves with the round firm
globes of another woman. They felt the familiar but
alien skin and the older sister wanted more.

Becky felt the hands part her bottom and tried not to
moan in pleasure. Sheryl’s own hot breath touched her
damp skin, giving the naked woman a cool chill that ran
up her spin. Her older sister was bending over looking
between the crack of her ass. It was kinky, it was
erotic, and Becky thought it was better than any of her
adolescent fantasies of her sister that she ever
imagined.

Sheryl started to wonder if her sister was unconscious,
if the orgasm had been so large that she had been
knocked senseless for several minutes. It seemed
inconceivable that such a thing could happen, since she
had not enjoyed such a tense moment, yet from the
violence of the spasms during her sisters climax
thought it was plausible. It added a new kinder element
to her touches and she found her own sex responding
appropriately.

The breath stopped, and Becky was about to groan loudly
for the loss of that simple pleasure, until she felt
the lips.

Again she kissed that naked white skin, just on the
underside of Becky’s buttocks. Sheryl felt hot with her
own fiery emotions, new conflicting emotions, that
caused her to press her red lipstick covered lips again
to the skin of her own sister. Then Becky groaned, very
loudly and from deep within her body. Sheryl froze,
realizing her sister had not been unconscious but lay
allowing the sinful touches of her big sister.

Sheryl stood quickly and removed her hands from her
sister. That part of her, that dignified and reserved
woman inside her returned.

“Sheryl?”

Again in the doorway, her back to her own room, the
elder sister answered, “Yes.” She had stopped at the
sound of the blonde sister’s voice, her intention was
to leave this house as quick as possible.

“Don’t leave. Please.”

It took several seconds before Sheryl answered, “I’m
sorry Becky, I must.” Still she couldn’t take another
step, a part of her wanted very much to stay, to enjoy
the relationship her own sister attempted to seduce her
with.

Then the arms again encircled her and the lips kissed
the smooth skin of her neck. Sheryl’s reserve couldn’t
hold out against her own fiery passions and she felt
Becky’s hands turn her about.

The two mouths met in a open lipped passionate kiss
that held little but desire and love. Sheryl groaned as
Becky’s tongue speared slowly past both sets of lips
and the naked body pressed firmly against her own
clothed one. Soon her own tongue explored and foiled
with her sisters, while her hands returned to that
round firm bottom to clench at it positively.

Sheryl’s younger sister had other ideas, she reached
around and took one of those thin hands and slide the
hand down between them until it rested above her love
nest. The younger woman knew she had only one chance to
seduce her sister, to engulf her with passion so deep
that she would not ever want to leave. To do that,
Becky maneuvered the hand until she felt the finger
slide up into herself. It was but the first step,
Sheryl’s reaction would be the second.

It startled Sheryl when she realized where her middle
finger currently was. It was as deep as it would go
inside Becky’s hot wet vagina. Her younger sister began
to wiggle her hips and groan into her sister’s mouth
while also moving her torso up and down against her
sister. The finger moved in and out of her body and
Sheryl was amazed at the strange feeling of another
woman. Having only touched herself like that so rarely,
it was a very foreign touch.

Becky pulled her mouth from her sister and grasped her
in a huge hug, pressing her lips near Sheryl’s ear. She
gasped out in pleasure as she whispered, “It feels
wonderful Sheryl! God, I want to make you feel this
good.” It was enough to urge the older woman on and she
began to move the digit firmly in and out of the
clenching orifice.

“Use another finger sis. God I love you!”

Sheryl did, with her eyes closed trying to picture what
it must look like. What her sisters vagina would look
like with two of her fingers pretending to be a cock
and attempted to fuck her. The older woman realized she
was enjoying herself, that she wanted to continue to
finger fuck her own sister. She also realized the
energetic movements of her sister’s naked body against
her own felt very good and she wanted more.

Again Becky surprised and took the initiative from her
sister, she reached back to the single remaining hand
and moved in inwards. Sheryl felt her other hand being
manipulated and could not wait to see what her sexy
sister had in mind. She did not have long to wait, as
Sheryl’s index finger pressed against the tiny hard
muscle of Becky’s anus.

“Put a finger in my ass Sheryl! I’ll do anything for
you sis. Just fuck me in both holes.”

The elder woman remembered her sister’s words when they
had been seated pleasantly in the living room, how the
teenage lesbian put a vibrator up her ass while licking
her. For the first time she knew she was doing
something her sister had not shared with that young
lesbian and she asked, “Did that slut do this to you
Becky?” She purposely shoved the three fingers firmly
into her sister’s body to reinforce her question.

“No… she never fingered me. God, just fuck me
senseless sis!”

Becky was very excited, but she was also hamming up her
responses to what her sister was doing to her. It was
indeed very exciting that she finally had her fantasy
companion with three fingers in her body. Yet, the
woman also knew that it she wanted to seduce her sister
and ensure that the relationship lasted longer than one
hand job. So, she assumed that her sister would enjoy
herself more if she saw just how much her actions were
effective in producing excitement.

“God your such a slut Becky.”

The younger woman was humping herself against her
sisters still covered body, “Fuck yes. I’m your slut
sis!” Becky was grinding, and withering her body about
when finally she gasped, “I can’t take it any longer.”
Then she began to lower herself before Sheryl.

When the three fingers were forced to pull from the wet
slippery holes between Becky’s legs, Sheryl realized
what her sister was doing. “No Becky.” She reached for
the younger woman’s arms, to pull her back up, but
Becky simply ignored her.

A hand lifted the front of her skirt and her sister’s
head disappeared beneath it. Just when her fear was
about to cause her to run, Sheryl felt lips kissing her
panty covered pussy and suddenly her knees wanted to
give out. She groaned out the years of frustration as
her hands held the head before her. “Oh god!”

The clothing covering the one spot Becky had always
fantasized about, was saturated with Sheryl’s spend.
She wanted to suck the juices from the panty but forced
herself to go slow by simply placing tender kisses upon
that sensitive mound. It was enough to get a taste of
her sister’s sex, and she was thrilled beyond words.
Becky had to have more.

Hands fumbled with the clasps holding the stockings up,
and Sheryl knew what was coming. She knew she had to
stop her sister, yet a part of her needed this. It had
been years, since her initial discovery of her own body
as a teenager, since she felt so excited and free.

Fingers hooked themselves into either side of her tight
panty and worked their way down. Sheryl placed her
hands over her own eyes as her sister helped her step
out of her undergarment. She never resisted or helped
when her sister pushed her skirt up to the hips,
exposing her naked loins.

Though she hide her eyes, Sheryl felt the gentle hands
turn her about and then guided her to sit down on the
edge of the bed. Becky kissed her sisters brow before
pressing her until her back was upon the soft sheet.
Nothing was said, nor was there anything to say. Becky
knelt before her sister and placed a hand upon each
silk covered knee.

Becky felt dizzy with expectation and excitement. This
was too much, her sister had been far more complacent
than she would ever have ever guessed or hoped. Now was
the last part of this episode, as she thought of it. If
her sister enjoyed what she was about to do to her,
then Becky knew it would not be the end.

Sheryl groaned into her palms as the hands gently pried
apart her knees until they were almost parallel. There
was no waiting, or time to reconsider getting up to
leave when a tongue slide all the way from the edge of
her ass hole to the top of her clitoris. She could not
do anything but groan and arch her back in pleasure. It
was not the first tongue to sample that region, but it
was the first in years. She noticed the scent upon the
fingers of the hand that had been between Becky’s
thighs, and felt an urge to taste them. She did, both
hands lowered and she opened her mouth and slid a
finger from each hand into her mouth.

Becky watched her sister and knew what she as doing, it
thrilled her. She took another lick, watching to see
which touches her sister enjoyed the most. The younger
woman wasn’t about to stop until her sister had her
first orgasm by another woman.

The older woman started to arch her back and press her
pelvis out to meet the tongue that seduced her. It was
the most fabulous feeling in her life, and had never
realized how much she had been missing by not enjoying
this part of her sexuality to the fullest. The teenage
years, when they shared the same house and their bodies
had been young and beautiful – if only that had tried
this then, Sheryl mentally gasped. Becky moved over her
sex with almost perverted knowledge of every sensitive
spot. Gone were the scared and nervous feelings or even
the apprehension of being labeled with words like
“incest” or “lesbian”. Nothing mattered but the next
lick, that accelerated her excitement, and her
enjoyment.

Hands grabbed at the head to try and hold it there, but
two strong hands came up and moved Sheryl’s paws to the
back of her knees. She never even realized what she was
doing as she lifted her legs, using her hands to hold
her knees by her breasts. She did realize the tongue
was now licking at more sensitive areas, randomly
spearing into the hungry vagina and teasing the
puckered ass hole.

She looked positively sexy and Becky could not take her
eyes from her older sister. Sheryl was holding back her
legs exposing her midriff region and allowing easier
access to the talented tongue. Her sister still wore
her black stockings, which ended mid-thigh, and the
black heels. The long slim legs looked wonderful and
she ran her hands up and down the length of them.

Becky worshipped at the sex of her sister. She could
have made oral sex with her for hours. Her own heel was
beneath her kneeling form and was pressed into her sex,
giving herself something to grind her body upon as she
made love to the wet cunt before her.

Sheryl squealed and her body suddenly tightened, her
vaginal muscles clasped at her sisters tongue, as the
beginning stages of orgasm began. Her legs suddenly
straightened out pointed up into the air as her sister,
Becky, moved her tongue up to the oversensitive
clitoris and earnestly worked upon it.

That was it. Sheryl orgasmed beneath that unrelenting
but pleasurable tongue. Her body thrashed about and her
hands clawed at her hair, while her legs rotated in the
air above her sister’s head. The sounds of her pleasure
were loud as she squealed and then groaned, then
finally gasped incoherent words. The orgasm was huge,
possibly her largest and most certainly her most
satisfying. Her mind went into a pleasurable daze an
she lay almost comatose upon the edge of her bed.

Sheryl was only barely conscious of hands gently
pulling off the remainder of her clothing, while
leaving the stocking. She did realize she was rolled
over upon her stomach and helped up onto the middle of
the bed. Though it took a few seconds of recognition to
realize the tongue that was teasing her raised bottom.
In her stupor she simply groaned and arched her bum
outwards, wanting to feel more of the pleasurable
touches that had given her so much enjoyment.

It was Becky, of course, and Sheryl took a few seconds
to come to that conclusion. Her younger sister had her
rear cheeks pulled widely apart and had her tongue
pressed two centimeters into Sheryl’s rectum. The
tongue went slow and gentle, but simply and firmly
pressed forward pass the thick anal ring.

It disgusted and embarrassed the older sister, but she
arched her back giving Becky easier access to that part
of her anatomy. It seemed to her, that her mind and
body were working against each other. One wanted to
keep propriety and be reserved. While the other sought
out pleasure and orgasm, which had been lacking for
many years. The pleasure was winning, and her body
wanted more.

The tongue began to move in and out of the relaxed
hole, simulating a small cock as it orally fucked the
virgin entrance. Sheryl gasped out, “God Becky!” She
had wanted to tell her sister to stop, but was
surprised when the words didn’t come out. Then she felt
the tip of a finger feel around the entrance of her
vagina and she realized what was going to happen to her
body. She was going to get a finger fuck just as she
had given Becky.

The entrance was very wet and allowed easy access to
the digit, Becky slide her index finger all the way
into her sister. Sheryl gasped in surprised pleasure,
not realizing how good that single finger felt inside
her sensitive folds. The tongue and the imitation
phallus began to work unison as they fucked both of her
holes simultaneously.

It took surprisingly little time before Sheryl again
orgasmed. It wasn’t near as large as the last, but
almost as pleasurable. It had the same nasty aspects
that plagued the older sister’s mind but they were more
easily overcome. In fact, as the orgasmic high started
to descend she felt rather good. She had just orgasmed
with her own sister’s tongue in her ass, and that no
longer bothered her, in fact it rather excited her
senses.

Those familiar hands gently rotated her body and them
moved her limbs out so she lay completely spread.
Sheryl was not as brain dead as the first orgasm and
simply lay with eyes closed trusting in her younger
sister to give her more pleasure.

The sexy shapely body moved between the spread thighs
and lowered itself upon the tall thin woman. Beck
pressed her very excited sex to the now familiar mound
below her. She held her sisters body and moved her
mouth next to Sheryl’s ear. “I love you sis.”

Sheryl smiled and replied with a whisper, “I love you
sis.” She also came to the realization that she did
indeed love her sister perhaps more than siblings
should enjoy. She wrapped her arms about her sister and
giggled when she felt he friction upon her clitoris.

Becky began to suck upon Sheryl’s earlobe even while
her hips began to rotate, continuing the delicious
friction of the two hot sex mounds. This was how she
often fantasized Sheryl and her would have sex, in this
masculine position with their two hairy mounds pressed
together. For years, when her sister sat across from
her at the dinner table, she imagined her sister’s face
as it was now – sweaty, tired and smiling. That look of
a sexually content woman who had just felt the
pleasures of an orgasm was very exciting to Becky.
Mostly because it was her sisters face that revealed
that look, and she looked that way because of the
pleasure she had just delivered to her.

The elder sister began to slide back into sexual bliss,
as she wrapped her long silk clad legs around her
sister’s thin waist and began to pump upwards. The
tender moment was quickly turning into a passionate
bump and grind, as the two ladies strived for a orgasm.

The sweaty hot salty skin clung together as hands,
lips, and tongues, slid about it. The orgasm, another
small one for Sheryl but a larger fantasy induced one
for Becky, was not long in coming.

When it was over, Becky lay panting with exhaustion
upon her sister. Sheryl kissed the sweaty brow next to
her head and whispered into her younger sister’s ear,
“Relax sis, sleep if you want.” The younger woman held
the thin body in a fierce possessive hug. “I’m not
going anywhere!” The hand squeezed the round firm
buttock confirmed her words.

Becky suddenly relaxed, knowing that her fantasy had
just become reality.

END

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