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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 117

  • Posted on March 30, 2016 at 1:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Lauren finished kissing her cousin Kelsey. Their lips were moist, their cheeks flushed. The women, seated beside each other on our sofa, both appeared to be aroused, breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. They gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, then looked around at the rest of us.

I could feel the sexual tension sparking in the room, like electricity. For several seconds, no one said anything — but there was plenty of stirring, women squirming in their chairs, kids glancing back and forth, eager to see what would happen next. Were we still going to play our game, Undercover Spy? Or would this impromptu session of Truth or Dare lead to something even more extreme?

“Well,” said my mother finally, “I think it’s getting dark enough now. For the game, I mean.”

It was about 5:30 by that time and definitely dark outside, since we were nearing the end of November.

“Dark?” asked Lauren. “Why would it have to be dark?”

“Because… um…” Kate started to explain, before hesitating. She was sitting next to me on the floor, cross-legged. Her mouth twisted as she debated how much she should say.

Megan giggled. “Maybe, before anything else, you should tell ‘em about the Vegas rule,” she proposed.

“Yes, good idea,” Mommy nodded. To Lauren and Kelsey, she said, “I don’t know if either of you have ever been to Las Vegas, but…”

“I have,” answered Lauren. Kelsey shook her head.

“Well, whether you’ve been there or not,” said my mom, “you might have seen their ads or know about their slogan: ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here.’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Kelsey grinned.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “you might say that’s sort of our motto here, among us — especially when it comes to the game we’re about to play.”

“So you mean,” said Lauren, “that even though we might share some of our naughty little secrets with each other, once we leave here, our lips are sealed, right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” our mother confirmed, giving her a wink. “And you’ll see why, after we’ve played the game.”

I spoke up, “When we played it the first time with Megan — um, that was, like, a few weeks ago — anyway, we didn’t explain all the rules to her at the start, but first we had everyone agree they would just go along with whatever the rules said, no matter what it might be.”

“No matter what?” asked Kelsey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” nodded Hannah, “that’s how we did it, Mum. Everyone says first they’ll abide by the rules and just do whatever. Okay?”

Kelsey gazed at her daughter for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, fair enough. I’m game.”

“Me too, I guess,” said Lauren. “Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Yay!” clapped Lindsey. “Now we can play!”

The next thing, though, was figuring out exactly how we were going to play with such a large group. We’d never tried it with so many participants before. Since it was Kate’s game, she made the decisions.

“Okay,” she said, after a moment’s thought. I was impressed with how fast she figured things out. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll have two teams, five people each, but this time we’ll have two evil scientists. Um, it’ll be me, and… and Dana.”

“Evil scientists?” asked Lauren.

“Yeah, um, I’ll tell you about that in a minute,” said Kate, getting to her feet.

She went to the cabinet where items of clothing had been stored from the fashion show at Molly’s big slumber party. Near the top of a wicker basket in the cabinet were a number of scarves and hair ribbons. My sister had to search around for a little while but finally found five in various shades of blue and five more in shades of red.

Closing the cabinet door and turning to us, she held out her hands, groups of each color bunched in her fists. “A red team and a blue team,” Kate smiled. “Two teams.”

She split us into teams, handing out ribbons and scarves, instructing us to tie them around our foreheads, which we did. On the blue team were Megan, Kelsey, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea. The red team consisted of my mom, Lauren, Hannah, Samantha, and me.

“Now we have to make it dark,” said Molly.

“Right,” nodded Kate. “We have to turn out all the lights, everywhere, starting downstairs, then upstairs.”

The lights, both inside and out, were turned off downstairs, and the curtains closed. Then we went upstairs. We all had to wait in the hall for a minute while Kate did something in her bedroom. She came out holding two plastic water bottles, the orange one we’d used before that was marked FORMULA X, and a yellow one on which she’d just written FORMULA Y. I could smell the fresh ink from the magic marker.

“Now, like I said, we’re gonna have two evil scientists this time,” she told us. “That’ll be me and Dana.”

Handing the yellow bottle to Dana, she said, “See, the thing is, the secret formulas in these bottles, when you put ‘em together, mix ‘em up, will make a really super powerful ingredient that will make us — me and the other evil scientist — the strongest people in the world. We’ll be able to rule everybody, make ‘em all do bad stuff, anything we want. But you guys have to stop us. You’re the teams of undercover spies. Your job is to get the formula from us and stop us from doing bad things. Okay?”

She looked at Kelsey and Lauren. They both nodded, appearing to understand.

“All right,” said Kate. “Now, for one team to win, they have to get both bottles, both of the secret formulas, and have them at the same time, and they have to get to Mommy’s bed with them.”

As she said this, she walked to end of the hall and pushed open our mother’s door, flipping on the light and pointing at the bed. “You have to have both bottles, right? Not just one.”

This was a change in the rules. I realized it would make the game more complicated, probably causing it to last longer, giving us even more opportunity to climb all over each other’s naked bodies. Pretty smart of my sister. Of course, our two new initiates, Lauren and Kelsey, didn’t know anything yet about the naked part — I wondered how they would react when they found out!

Kate switched off the hall light. She’d already turned off the light in her bedroom, so now the whole house, except for Mommy’s room, was completely dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that the next step normally was for all the players to gather inside our mother’s walk-in closet and do a strip search. But would twelve of us be able to squeeze in there at the same time?

We were, although it was a tight fit. Kate still hadn’t explained about the next part, however. She just ushered us all inside the closet, flipping on the overhead bulb and turning off the light in Mommy’s room before squishing in with us and pulling the door closed. I heard nervous laughter, and almost immediately began perspiring. We were really crammed in and it was getting hot. I was up against Samantha. Lindsey was next to her. Dana was right behind me, with Kate behind her.

“Okay, now, um, the next thing,” said Kate, “is to search each other for hidden weapons. That’s what undercover spies have to do. And we have to search everybody. Everyone, I mean, has to search everyone else, even the people on your own team, okay?”

Most of the players nodded. All of us but Kelsey and Lauren knew the rules.

Kate went on, “But to do the search, first we have to get naked. We have to take off each other’s clothes.”

“No…” said Lauren, astonished.

“Remember, you agreed to follow all the rules, no matter what,” Megan told her. “Right?”

“That’s what we said,” Kelsey chuckled. “True enough. Now I guess we’re really in it, eh?”

Lauren shook her head bemusedly, but offered no further objections. She caught my mother’s eye. “I’m beginning to see what you meant,” the woman grinned.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “What happens here, stays here.”

“All right, so, is everybody ready?” Kate began, before interrupting herself. “Oh, wait. Um, Dana, put your bottle up here for now, okay?”

As they placed their plastic bottles on the shelf above our heads, Kate smiled, “That’s so you can have both hands free.”

“Right,” nodded Dana, giggling.

“Now remember,” said Kate to the group, “first, take off everyone’s clothes, the people around you. And then, once everybody’s naked, we’ll do the search for hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, she switched off the overhead light. We were plunged into total blackness.

As I’d noticed before when we did this, the sudden darkness made the air feel even warmer, closer. And without a sense of vision, our awareness of the bodies around us became more acute — their subtle scents, the excited breathing, that moist warmth of skin on skin where bare arms and legs rubbed together — it was undeniably sensual, erotic.

“Go ahead and start now,” said Kate, her voice sounding somehow louder in the pitch dark. “Just reach and grab whoever’s by you. Take off her clothes. Then move around and do it with everyone else. Make sure everybody’s completely naked.”

“Oh my god…” I recognized Kelsey’s English accent. Apparently it was dawning on her just how kinky this game of ours really was.

I didn’t pause any longer to think about her, though, or about anyone else. I quickly grabbed Samantha, tugging on her t-shirt, pulling it up, lifting it over her head. At the same time I felt other hands on me, grabbing, groping, pulling at my clothes. I laughed out loud, feeling giddy and sexy all at once, completely happy.

After I got Samantha’s shirt over head and off, I touched the girl’s chest, making sure that was the only shirt she was wearing. It was. I ran my hands all over her skin, feeling her little nipples, hearing her giggle. Then I reached for her shorts.

I don’t how long it actually was before we had everyone naked, but it must have taken a while, several minutes at least. Even though my mother’s walk-in closet was large, with a dozen women and girls packed inside, it wasn’t easy to move anywhere. We had to, though, those were the rules.

So, we squirmed around as best we could in the darkness, our warm, sweaty, feminine bodies sliding together — grownup women with round bottoms and full breasts, little girls with flat chests and no hips, plus those in-between, like me and Kate and Hannah, with budding breasts and figures beginning to develop — all of us rubbing up against one another.

Finally, it seemed apparent that no clothing was left, everyone was nude. The floor, of course, was now a jumble of shirts and shorts and dresses and socks and panties and bras. That made it easy to stumble, but if you did, you leaned right into someone else and were held up. It was impossible for anyone to fall down.

Now we came to my favorite part. “Okay,” Katie told us, “the next thing is to search for hidden weapons. And remember, you have to search everybody. It doesn’t matter if they’re on your team or not. Search everywhere, search everyone. We can’t have any hidden weapons.”

“Mmm, I like this game,” came a chuckle from somewhere near me. It was Kelsey. Others laughed with her.

At this point, I was pressed up against Dana. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I recognized her scent and the diminutive size of her body, her small breasts. In fact, I had a hand on one breast, playfully squeezing it in the dark, fondling the erect nipple. Behind me was a little girl, probably Samantha. The girl was turned away from me, her bottom pressing against my thigh. To one side of me was a woman. I was pretty sure it was Lauren. On the other side were a bunch of my mother’s dresses and suits, on hangers.

“All right, start searching now,” said Kate. “Search everywhere.”

So we did. We moved around, hand and fingers sliding over soft skin, on the neck, the face, under the arms, over the breasts, between the legs — and sometimes even between pussy lips. More than once I felt fingers probing there, slipping inside my labia. That was pretty easy to do, because I was very wet.

And I wasn’t the only one whose pussy was getting juicy. As I eagerly and thoroughly conducted my search for concealed weapons, I often felt the same slippery moisture between the legs of those I was touching, even some of the younger girls. It occurred to me, of course, that as wet as most of us were, some of the lubrication I was feeling may have been transferred, from one pussy to another. What a delicious thought that was!

As I grabbed the next person I encountered — it was a very small girl, Chelsea — and began rubbing my hands all over her, I felt other hands on my body, reaching around from behind, sliding between my legs. This was a woman, a grownup. Her hands were strong. I wasn’t certain who it was, but I was positive it wasn’t my mother. The hands played with me, fingers purposely stroking my clit, other fingers pushing between my labia. I felt the woman’s breasts sliding against my back, hot breath on my neck. She was grinding against me, humping me from behind as she massaged my pussy. Then, almost as quickly as she’d started, she was gone, moving on to someone else.

I did too. I moved on to the next, then the next, then the one after her — groping, stroking, touching, fondling, whether woman or girl, adult or child, it didn’t matter. She was female, naked, and that’s all I cared about.

It went on that way for I don’t know how long. I was making no attempt to keep track of time, nor to count how many people I was searching. The only important thing was the nude body I was caressing now, and the one after her.

Soon we started kissing. I felt hands holding my face, lips finding mine, tongue slithering inside my mouth. I returned the kiss. It was Hannah. Was this the first kiss of the night, or had there been others? I didn’t know. But as Hannah broke away, seeking the next person, I could hear the slurpy smack of lips on lips, wet kissing all around me, and I heard moans too, along with heavy breathing.

Now someone else was holding me, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was a woman. This had to be Megan, because she was so tall. Her long arms went around me, pulling me close, hands gliding all over my sweaty, slippery skin. I kissed her and she kissed me. Then we parted.

I felt a familiar body sliding next to mine, a girl I’d made love with countless times, my sister Kate. She kissed me, humped me, then took her hand in mine and pressed it between her legs. “Fuck me, Julie,” she whispered.

So I did. I pushed my fingers between her moist pussy lips, found the opening to her vagina, and began fucking her.

“Yes!” Kate groaned. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth, let me fuck her a few seconds longer, then slipped away.

Suddenly Hannah was back, holding me, kissing me, grinding her lovely body against mine. I grabbed her bottom, those perfect little cheeks, squeezing them as I kissed her. And then I heard another whisper, only this wasn’t Hannah. It was someone else, close by. The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but urgent, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It wasn’t Kate, either, but I recognized the voice. I knew who it was, because I’d heard that plea before. It was Lauren, I was certain of it. Although this was only a whisper, it was the same request I’d heard her make as I listened late at night in the hallway outside her bedroom door.

“Fuck me!” Lauren hissed again, almost gasping now.

“It’s them,” Hannah whispered in my ear, as if confirming my thoughts. “My mum and my aunt. That’s what they do.”

The girl was holding me tightly, but no longer humping. She seemed to be listening, as I was.

Then we heard another sound — no words, only a loud squeal. It was my sister Kate. I didn’t think she was having an orgasm, but it sounded to me like she might be just about there.

She squealed a second time, then seemed to make an effort to get control of herself. “Okay, okay,” she panted. “That’s… that’s good.”

For a moment everything was completely still. There were no more sounds of kissing, of moans or whispers. It was as if everyone, including me, was waiting to see what would happen next.

We heard a long sigh from Kate, a final kiss, and then she told us, “All right, so, we’re done with the searching. No hidden weapons, that’s good. Now we can start the game. Um, I’m gonna take one team out with me, the red team. Blue team, you guys stay here, okay? Just for a minute, then I’ll tell you what to do next.”

I had to think to recall which team I was on. I fingered the scarf tied around my head. I couldn’t see it, of course, but remembered the color. It was red.

The closet door opened. A bit of light filtered in, along with fresh air. I took a deep breath, and sensed others around me doing the same. Kate said, “Red team, come on out now.”

My mom stepped into the bedroom, sucking the middle finger of her right hand. I followed her. Lauren, Hannah, and Samantha, the other members of our team, made their way out as well.

Kate looked back into the closet. She took Dana by the hand and drew her out. I saw that they both had retrieved their plastic bottles containing the secret formula. To those still inside, Kate said, “Okay, you guys stay here. I’m gonna close the door again, and in a minute I’ll tell you to start counting. You have to count to a hundred, and then you can come looking for us. Me and Dana, the evil scientists, are gonna hide downstairs somewhere. The red team will be in a different closet, in another bedroom. Okay?”

After shutting the door, she led the members of the red team to Molly’s room, which was next to our mother’s. She put us inside Molly’s closet, another very tight squeeze, gave us instructions, and closed the door. We waited, giggling, all pressed together, completely nude of course. My mom was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. In front of me, facing away, was Samantha. I had my arms around her waist.

We heard Kate’s voice, out in the hall. “Okay,” she called, “start counting! Count to a hundred, then try to find us!”

The game was extra wild. Having two evil scientists to chase made it confusing sometimes, but it was a lot of fun. Everyone laughed, running this way and that, bumping into each other, grabbing, holding, trying to keep track of who was on which team. The bottles changed hands many times.

All the sexual excitement we’d built up inside the closet during the strip search carried over too. Sometimes, as one woman or girl was grabbing another, trying to wrest the bottle away, it seemed the intent might not be simply to win the game, but also to fondle her. I noticed a lot of that — girls and women copping a feel — and I indulged in it just as much as the others did.

This reached a climax, so to speak, when we were all jumbled together on the floor of the family room. It was a crazy pile of feminine bodies, arms and legs all tangled up, hands and fingers going everywhere. The bottles, both of them, were somewhere in the middle, near the bottom of the pile.

I was on my back on the carpet with my head resting in someone’s crotch. I wasn’t sure who she was, and I had a grip on one of the bottles, although I didn’t know which one. Kelsey, Hannah’s mom, was on top of me, straddling my thigh. She had one hand on my breast, the other reaching inside the pile, trying to pull the bottle from my hand. The woman’s main focus, however, was clearly not on securing the secret formula, but on humping me!

Kelsey looked into my eyes. She licked her lips. Her fingers pinched my nipple. I could feel her pussy grinding on me, wet and hot on my thigh. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she nodded, speaking mostly to herself, it seemed. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she repeated, humping faster now, faster and faster. Her eyes widened. It looked like she was getting close.

Then I felt someone else’s hand on my hand, the one holding the bottle. Their fingers were tugging at mine. I let the bottle go. I didn’t care about that any more. My other hand was on Kelsey’s bottom, on her ass. I pulled her against me as she humped my leg. Her face was flushed, turning very red, and dripping with sweat.

All of a sudden she gasped, closing her eyes, squeezing them shut. Her body went rigid, shaking slightly — and a few seconds after that she was totally limp, collapsed, face buried in my neck. I could feel the woman panting, trying to catch her breath.

Oh my god! Had that really happened? Did Hannah’s mom actually have an orgasm on top of me? And if she did, was she the only one, or could there have been others as we played the game that night? It was impossible to tell, with all of us clumped together the way we were. Almost anything could have taken place.

Megan bolted upright, standing naked beside the pile, arms held high. “Got ‘em, finally! Got ‘em both!” she cried. “Blue, team, come on, let’s go!”

“No,” Dana yelled. But her voice was muffled, buried as she was by several other bodies. I realized then that it was her crotch beneath my head.

“Come on, blue team!” Megan reached down and grabbed Kelsey’s arm, pulling her off me, handing one of the bottles to her.

Chelsea jumped up too, shrieking with excitement. She was tugging at someone else, though I couldn’t see who it was. “Come on, come on!!”

Without waiting for the the rest of the team, Megan and Kelsey took off running. They were soon followed by all the rest of us, laughing, shouting, racing. We pounded up the stairs, my mom and I bringing up the rear, holding hands. Samantha, Lauren, and Hannah were just in front of us.

“Go, red team, go!” I yelled — but by then it was already too late. We got to the door and found Megan and her teammates sitting on Mommy’s bed, grinning at us, holding up both bottles. The blue team was victorious.

Kate or someone had switched on the bedroom light, and what a sight that was: a whole roomful of nude, sweating, smiling women and girls, from adults in their thirties down to little ones like Chelsea and Samantha, who were only 7. We looked around at each other, no one speaking, just panting and giggling.

Continue on to Chapter 118

Secrets Between Sisters, Part Two

  • Posted on March 30, 2016 at 8:14 am

By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up feeling like I’d had about a minute of sleep. My head was pounding, the inside of my mouth felt like sandpaper, and I think I was still a little drunk. But I had to get up and get breakfast for the girls. There was no way I was going to let my husband know that I was hungover, and I definitely wasn’t going to tell him that the reason I stayed up so late was because I was masturbating with my sister.

Did that really happen?

I shuffled into the bathroom, trying to make sense of it all. I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands and tried to accept that it hadn’t been a dream. My extremely horny, and extremely drunk, older sister had stripped out of her PJs and started playing with herself right in front of me. Not only that, but she somehow got me to do it along with her. I don’t care how many glasses of wine I had, that just isn’t the kind of thing I would normally do. What was I thinking?

I flushed and turned on the shower. With any luck she wouldn’t remember any of it. It was just one of those strange nights that didn’t need to be mentioned ever again, and we could all go on with our lives like it never happened.

I got naked and stood under the hot spray. I’m sure Dana would be feeling just as mortified by what went on between us as I did. I simply needed to forget what happened. I needed to forget how insanely sexy it was, watching my big sister spread her legs in the candlelight. I had to forget the burning look of desire in her eyes when I exposed my clean-shaven pussy to her. I needed to forget how good it felt to come next to her, our naked bodies pressed close together.

I realized my soapy fingers were inside me and quickly forced myself to come back to my senses. This was ridiculous. I was married with two kids. I couldn’t be carrying on like this, especially with my own sister. This was not normal. I had to get control of myself.

I was half in a daze for the rest of the morning, but I managed to get Jim off to work and the girls loaded onto the school bus. Dana remained passed out in the guest room. It wasn’t until almost noon that I heard her moving around in there. I left her a note and headed out to do some errands. It wasn’t that I couldn’t face her, it was just that I didn’t trust myself alone with her right now. When I was done with everything on my list, I swung by the school and picked up the girls. Dana was stretched out on the sofa watching TV when we got home. She had a bag of frozen peas on her forehead. I sent the girls out back to play and busied myself in the kitchen.

Dana came in after about ten minutes for a glass of water. She took a long drink, and headed back for the quiet stability of the sofa.

“Good morning,” she mumbled as she went.

Okay, that wasn’t too awkward. Maybe everything was going to be all right after all. After a little while, I brought her more water, some Saltines, and a couple Advil.

“Thanks, sis,” she said through a pained smile. “We’re getting too old for this shit.”

I sat and watched TV with her for a few minutes, then went and started dinner. She was up and respectably functional by the time Jim got home from work. We all had a nice meal together with only one minor melt-down from the girls. The rest of the evening was as normal as I could have hoped for. I got the girls to bed. Jim, Dana and I sat around talking about everything from when we first started dating, to our wedding, to the girls being born.

Jim turned in early as he usually does on work nights, and I decided to stay up a little longer. As we chatted, I could tell Dana had something she wanted to say, but I didn’t want to give her the chance to say it.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to get to sleep,” I told her and got up from the table.

“Oh, no,” she pouted. “It’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

“Should I open a bottle of wine?”

“Oh, God, no!” She got up and took my wrist. “Don’t leave me down here all alone. Stay up with me a little while longer.”

I tried to resist, but she practically dragged me into the living room. We ended up on the sofa, and she had me chatting again before I could stop myself. Things were going fine until I noticed her getting up her courage.

“About what happened last night… ” she began.

“That’s okay,” I cut her off, “we don’t need to talk about it.”

“I know we don’t need to, but I want to.”

“Look, whatever it was, it happened, it’s over, and that’s all there is to it.”

Dana’s hand was holding my wrist again, as if she was afraid I would get up and run out of the room — which is exactly what I felt like doing.

“Vicky, I can tell you’re freaked out about it, but I just want to say I’m sorry. I had way too much to drink, and I let myself get out of control.”

I knew she was sincere, but I didn’t want to have to deal with what we had done. “It wasn’t just you. I was pretty out of control myself.”

“No, see, that’s exactly what I don’t want.” She took my hand. “You shouldn’t be blaming yourself or feeling guilty for any of what went on.”

“I certainly can’t blame all of what I did on you,” I argued. I could feel my cheeks heating up and knew she would be able to see me blushing over all this.

“Fine then, we don’t have to blame anyone.” She squeezed my hand. “It wasn’t a bad thing, so there doesn’t need to be any blame. I thought it was beautiful, and I honestly don’t regret doing it. I just feel bad because you seem like you wish it didn’t happen.”

I didn’t know how to respond. There were too many conflicting emotions for me to make sense of how I actually felt. I did feel wrong about what we did, but I also had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed it. I knew it shouldn’t happen again, but deep down I hoped it somehow would.

“I… I don’t regret it either,” I admitted. “But, Dana, you have to know how messed up that was. I mean, we’re sisters, for goodness sake.”

“I know, I know,” she answered quickly. “You’re totally right, it was messed up, but I can’t sit here and say that I didn’t have the best orgasm I’d had in years. That has to count for something.”

“I don’t know.” I was only getting more confused. “Maybe it does, but I don’t know.”

“When you think about it, what we did wasn’t such a big deal. So we masturbated together, who cares? Everybody does it. We just happened to do it in the same room. It’s not like we cheated on our husbands or something like that. It’s just a little secret between sisters.”

Dana sat quietly and let me process what she was saying. It would have been a lot easier with a glass of wine. She did have a point. Maybe I was blowing it all out of proportion. It’s not like it was something we’d never done before. We weren’t hurting anyone. My sister is a beautiful woman. There’s nothing wrong with me being aroused by her naked body.

“You know what, you’re right,” I said. “I’m letting the guilt get the better of me. I suppose it wasn’t anything to get all tied up in knots over.”

“So, no regrets?”

“No regrets.”

“Whew, that’s good to hear. I didn’t want to leave here thinking I’d screwed things up between us.” She leaned in and gave me a hug. My mind immediately flashed back to the hug we shared the night before and the exquisite feeling of her bare breasts against mine. I pushed the perverse thought aside and chastely hugged her back.

Dana kept her arm around me after the hug was over so it was almost like we were cuddling on the sofa together. It was a bit odd, but it was also kind of nice.

“I masturbated again after you went upstairs last night,” she confessed. “It wasn’t as good as when you were with me, but it was still pretty awesome.” She tickled my ribs. “What about you?”

“Um, you know I’m not drunk right now.”

“Oh, c’mon, we’re just talking. Tell me.”

“Well, I touched myself in the shower a little this morning, but that’s it.”

“Mmm, nice. Did you shave?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re all smooth and sexy down there?” Dana was obviously trying to get me turned on. Or even if she wasn’t doing it on purpose, that was the effect she was having. “I wasn’t expecting my little sister to be so kinky.”

“That’s not kinky,” I protested. “Lots of women shave.”

“I still think it’s kinky, but I liked it. Your pussy looked so… clean.”

“Then I guess that makes yours dirty,” I joked.

“Yes!” She laughed. “I have a very dirty pussy!” We both had the giggles again. “Oh, I almost forgot, there’s something I wanted to show you. Can you grab it out of my bag?” She pointed to her oversized bag on the floor at the end of the coffee table.

I leaned over and reached for it. “What am I looking for?” She didn’t have to answer. As soon as I opened her bag I knew what she was after. I pulled out a massive dildo in the shape of a real penis. “This?”

“How do you like my cock?” Dana laughed, proud of the look of shock on my face. “Vicky, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Antonio. Or, as I call him, Big Tony.”

“You can’t be serious. It’s huge! You can’t actually… ”

“Fuck him?” Dana’s eyes were twinkling with gleeful mischief. “Just about every night, lately.”

“There’s no way this fits. It’s twice the size of a real one.”

“Oh, please, you’ve had kids. You know how adaptable the vagina can be.”

“Roger can’t be happy that you have this thing around.”

“He’d hate it if he knew about it. You have no idea how good it feels to be completely filled up. Don’t get me wrong, Roger’s dick gets the job done when he can be bothered to fuck me with it, but Big Tony takes me places he never could.”

I marveled at the heavy device in my hands. The slick rubber surface was pliant and molded like a real cock. Subtle raised ridges snaked along its length mimicking veins. The bulbous head flared dramatically and came to a gracefully rounded point. There was even a hint of a slit at the tip. I couldn’t help but think about how this thing had been in my sister’s pussy… repeatedly. I was tempted to sniff it, but held back.

“Wow,” was all I could say as I handed it over to Dana.

She took it and kissed the tip of it affectionately. “You can borrow him if you want.” Her eyes lit up. “Hey, let’s swap! I’ll let you use Big Tony, and you let me try yours.”

I was blushing again. “Ah, actually, I don’t have one.”

“Get out! You’re lying. You’ve got to have a vibrator, or at least a ‘back massager’ around somewhere that you use to take care of yourself.”

“Seriously, I don’t. I just use my fingers.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t know what you’re missing.” She twisted something at the base of Big Tony and it began to hum.

My sister touched the end of her huge phallus to one of my breasts. I intended to push it away, but the vibrations against my nipple were too enticing for me to resist.

“Oooo, my,” I gasped.

“See? Nice, isn’t it?” Dana moved the buzzing dildo around in small circles, stimulating my nipple until it was stiff, then moved to the other. I shouldn’t have let her do it, but I didn’t want that feeling to stop. The two of us became quiet as she delicately worked her magic toy over my breasts in turns. That ache was rising again between my legs. I told myself that I’d wait until I got upstairs to attend to it, knowing full well that I was lying to myself.

“That’s good,” I whispered, giving myself over to the sensation.

“It gets better,” Dana whispered back.

With that she moved the head of her vibrating cock down over my tummy. I knew what she was doing. Instead of discouraging her, I felt my legs parting as if of their own volition. She snuggled the tip of the rubber cock into my crotch, pressing it against the thick fabric of my jeans. The buzz instantly awakened every nerve in my pussy. I shifted my hips to bring my clit right up against it. My breath left my body in a cough of delight. Even with my eyes closed I could tell Dana was loving every second of this. It would be only a matter of another minute or so before she had me coming.

“I think Big Tony wants to fuck you,” Dana cooed into my ear seductively.

This was insane. How did I let myself get back in this situation? I had agreed that there was nothing wrong with what we had done the night before, but I still had a nagging doubt. At least we were drunk then. There was no such excuse this time. This was something else, something more. Women weren’t supposed to be like this with each other. On top of that, sisters definitely weren’t supposed to do this sort of thing together. But Dana obviously wanted it. And my body obviously wanted it. So why was my head screaming at me not to do it?

“Does my little sister want to fuck Big Tony?”

“I don’t… ” I felt Dana press the dildo harder into my pussy and a happy shiver ran up my back. “Yes… I think I do, actually.” I quickly undid my jeans before I thought better of it.

“Oh?” Dana sounded genuinely surprised. I realized that she probably expected me to take the dildo upstairs with me, but I was already committed so I went ahead and pulled my pants down. “There’s that pretty pussy I’ve been dreaming about all day,” she said with a tone of genuine appreciation.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I mumbled weakly, even as I was spreading my legs.

“It’ll be our secret,” Dana assured me and touched the mechanical cock to my naked pussy.

My body responded instantly. The uniquely new sensation of the vibrations coursing over my most sensitive places was exhilarating, but knowing that it was my sister who was delivering this sensual experience made it even more erotic. I knew I could trust her completely, and this gave me a kind of freedom I’d never known with anyone else in my life.

“Oh, Dana,” I moaned, “your cock feels amazing.”

“And the best is still to come.” Dana unbuttoned my shirt without taking the purring dick from my pussy. My heart fluttered like I was a nervous virgin as I let my sister undress me. She unhooked my bra and pulled it away exposing my breasts and leaving me completely naked beside her. The fact that she was still dressed somehow made me feel all the nastier.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she scolded and took the toy away from my crotch. “Not yet, young lady.”

“Don’t tease me like that,” I begged.

Dana turned the vibrator off. “I thought you said you wanted to fuck my cock.”

I once again sized up the giant phallus. It had to be at least twelve inches long, and it was clearly so thick that I wouldn’t be able to wrap my whole hand around it. I understood Dana’s point about how flexible a vagina could be, but I still had my doubts.

“There’s just no way that thing is ever going to fit inside of me,” I said.

“There’s only one way to find out.” That wicked smile of hers was back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Dana directed the dildo back down between my legs. “Open up, sis.” I opened my legs wider as my heart raced in anticipation. “Mmm, nice. Now spread your pussy for me. That’s a good girl.”

It wasn’t until that moment that I fully realized all the lights were on. I hardly ever had sex with my husband with the lights on, and there I was buck naked on my living room sofa holding my pussy open without any shadows to hide me. But, based on the way my sister was lasciviously gawking at my wantonly crude display, she seemed more than happy with the lighting conditions.

“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I teased.

“Maybe later,” she quipped back with a wink. “I usually use lube, but your pussy is so damned wet I don’t think you need any.”

I don’t know why, but I felt a little surge of pride over this. I guess I liked being able to impress my big sister with my pussy. God, I was getting weirder by the minute.

“Go slow,” I said and braced myself.

“Just relax and I’ll fuck you nice and easy, Sis.”

Dana circled the big tool around my pussy, homing in on my vagina. The tip of the rubber cock found my opening.

“There we are,” she whispered soothingly. “Relax.”

She began to apply light pressure. I could feel the end of the dildo beginning to enter me. My instinct was to tense up, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. After just a few seconds it felt like it was already in as far as it could go. It couldn’t have been more than the first inch or so of the head. I was suddenly embarrassed that I wouldn’t be able to handle the substantial girth like my sister could.

“You’re doing good,” Dana said to encourage me.

She stopped applying pressure and simply moved it around, twisting it left and right with lazy turns. Not only did this feel good, but it helped me relax even more. Without being fully aware of it she had managed to work the tip of the cock in a little farther. The fit was very tight now and I was sure we’d reach the limit of what I could take.

“How’s that?” Dana asked.

“Good,” I told her. “But I think that’s as much as I can do.”

“Okay.” She didn’t sound convinced. “By the way, I just have to say you have a gorgeous clit. I thought I had a pretty good sized one, but now that I can see yours up close I think it’s even bigger than mine. I bet Jim just loves sucking on it every chance he gets.”

“I don’t know about every chance… ” It was difficult to concentrate on talking with Dana working that massive cock head around in my opening. Despite telling her I had reached my limit, I could tell she was pushing it a little deeper as she played it around.

“I think you can handle a bit more.” She pressed the dildo forward and I felt myself stretching. I held my breath and hoped she was right. She stopped the instant before it became truly painful. I felt the tickle of sweat on my back, and flashed back to my birthing classes. I picked a spot on the other side of the room to focus on.

“More,” I blurted out, still unsure if I wanted to keep going.

Dana smiled and began pushing into me again. I felt the stretch and a fiery ring of pain. I gritted my teeth and she paused there. The pain diffused into an unexpected effervescence of pleasure that spread across my vulva and up into my belly.

“Almost there, sweetie,” Dana said. “One more push. Let me know when you’re ready.”

I had become determined to take this cock all the way. I was as far from being a masochist as anyone could be, but the pain and the prospect of taking my body to the extreme had me aroused in a way I’d never been before. And having my sister as the one guiding me into this new avenue of sexual discovery made it even more tempting.

I caught my breath and nodded. Dana began twisting and pushing. My pussy hole was being pulled open in all directions at once. I knew it was the flare at the bottom edge of the huge cock head that I was struggling with. How could something that hurt so much make me feel so sexually alive? God, I wanted this thing in my cunt in the worst way.

“Go,” I groaned. “Keep going, Dana. Fuck me. Push your big cock into me.”

A searing I hadn’t felt since my daughters were born caused my gut to clench and I was about to scream out when suddenly it stopped. The head of the cock popped inside me and my opening snapped tight around the shaft of the dildo. The instantaneous relief sent a pulse of pure ecstasy straight to my brain. I thought I was going to come on the spot.

“You did it!” Dana squealed, trying not be too loud. “Look!”

I curled myself up and looked down between my legs. Indeed I had done it. The biggest object I’d ever willingly inserted into my pussy was protruding from my hole. I would have never in a million years expected to be as turned on by seeing that as I was.

“I can’t believe that’s really in me right now.”

“You are the sexiest bitch imaginable.” Dana was beyond thrilled with the perversion she’d instigated. “I can’t believe after two kids you’re still so tight.”

My whole body was now covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort of having this huge cock shoved in me. It made my skin tingle all over.

“Okay,” I panted, “Now do me a favor. Shut up and fuck me!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dana was more than happy to comply. She once again applied pressure, and the dildo slowly began to fill me. My opening was pulled taut, and as each inch of her monster cock pushed into me the excruciating gratification increased. When I didn’t think I could take any more, my sister pushed me past my limit to new heights of depraved rapture. My husband would be disgusted with me if he could see what I was doing. I should have been disgusted with myself, but I was feeling too good to waste any time with self-condemnation.

“Nnnnggg,” I grunted as the tip of the dildo pressed against the deepest part of me.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Dana said with hushed glee. “You took it all.”

“Holy fuck, I love it.” I looked down again and was stunned to see nothing but the butt end of the massive fake cock poking out of my pussy hole. I really had taken the whole thing. It seemed  impossible, but with my sister’s help I had done it. “I have to come,” I said with husky insistence. “Can you make me come, Dana?”

“I’ll do my best.”

She drew the dildo back and the empty feeling it left had its own sort of pleasure about it. Seconds later, I was being stretched and filled again. The effect left me light headed and wanting more. Dana withdrew her cock quicker with the next stroke, then worked it back up to the hilt at the same pace. From the look on her face, she was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this before, Dana. Don’t stop.”

“You like your sister’s big cock, don’t you?”

“Yes… I love your big cock. Fuck me harder.”

Dana responded to my breathless pleas and pumped the unforgiving cock into me faster. I’d never heard the kinds of noises that were coming from between my legs as the thick shaft rammed in and out of me. A distant part of my brain worried over the fear of what would happen if one of my daughters woke up and came downstairs at that moment. How could I ever explain this? I was taking a foolish risk, here in our family’s living room with all the lights on, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was taking this through to the ultimate end.

I reached down and began rubbing myself. The already heightened state of sexual bliss was instantly accentuated even more.

“That’s it, you little slut,” my sister growled as she jammed her cock into me again and again. “Work that big clit. Work that fucking clit for me!”

“Oh, Dana, you fuck me so good,” I rambled in near delirium. “You fuck my cunt so good! Do it to me, baby! Oh, fuck!”

In a wild flash I was coming. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever known. It originated from somewhere inside my pussy, but quickly expanded to encompass my clit and all the flesh stretched tight around the plunging shaft, then blossomed outward from there. It started in a flash, but it didn’t end as quickly. The sensation sustained itself in a way that I never imagined was possible. This wasn’t a multiple orgasm, but one continuously prolonged one. I wanted to let out a guttural bellow like a desperate animal in heat. Instead I thrashed and pressed my face into the sofa cushion to muffle the primal noises erupting from me. My pussy clenched so hard at the apex of my orgasm that I pushed the dildo out of me with unexpected force.

I heard myself laughing with euphoric delight. Dana was laughing along with me in triumph.

“Oh, my God,” I rasped. “My husband would hate you if he knew you just made me come better than he ever has.”

“Was it really that good?” Dana wanted to know with giddy delight.

“It was that fucking good, and then some.” I anxiously felt for the entrance to my vagina expecting to find a gaping opening, but it was already back to its normal size. What an amazing orifice.

“It’s unreal how sexy you look when you come.” Dana’s eyes were once again ravishing my naked body with lustful desire.

“Hey, how come I’m the only one naked?” I quickly said to distract her. “I think Big Tony has one more job to do.”

“Great minds think alike.” Dana stood and pulled her top off. While she was taking off her bra, I undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. I could see that her panties were soaked through as I pulled those down for her as well. From where I sat on the sofa, her furry patch of pubic hair was right in front of my face. The temptation to bury my nose in her soft curls almost got the better of me. I really had to watch myself — it would be easy to get caught up in the moment and take things too far.

My big sister returned to the couch, leaning back on the armrest and putting one leg up along the back of the sofa. I reached for the light on the end table nearest me.

“No!” she said before I would switch it off. “I mean, I don’t mind if you want to leave it on.” When I turned to her I could see her pussy in all its glory. She obviously wanted me to see her like this. Her plump outer lips were shaved smooth, and her engorged inner labia bloomed from the crease where it would normally lie hidden. My sister spread herself as I looked on, showing off her erect clit and the flushed inner secrets of her womanhood.

“Um… yeah… ” I was mesmerized and couldn’t think of any words to express what I was feeling.

“I like this,” Dana said, filling the silence for me. “I like being naked in front of you. Letting you see my tits and my pussy this way. Do you like it, Vicky? Do you like looking at my dirty pussy?”

All I could do was nod.

“Tell me,” she asked softly. “I like hearing my sweet little sister talk nasty.”

“I like it,” I managed. “I’m not sure why, but I love looking at your pussy. I’ve never… thought about it before, but it’s beautiful. To see you like this… so, open and confident with yourself… it’s beyond sexy.”

“So you don’t think I’m being weird?”

“Weird is only the start of what you’re being right now, but I’m feeling like weird is okay.”

“Good.” Dana reached for Big Tony and picked him up from where he sat between us. The surface of the fake phallus still glimmered with my juices. Dana brought the tip to her mouth once again and gave it a little kiss. She then surprised me by slowly running her tongue around the circumference of the cock head. My first impulse was to be grossed out, but by the time she finished I was not only flattered but extremely turned on. “It looks like you’ve already lubed him up.” She held it out to me. “Will you do the honors?”

As soon as I took the cock from her she pushed her legs wide apart and spread her pussy once again with her fingers. This time she made sure that her pussy hole was an easy target for me. I might have been repulsed by seeing a woman do this in a porn video, but seeing my sister do it was irresistibly entrancing.

Feeling a nasty impulse. I took the end of the cock into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, gazing deep into my sister’s eyes. The taste of my pussy was tangy and good. “There,” I murmured. “Nice and wet.”

“You kinky bitch,” she whispered, her face alive with arousal.

I pointed the cock at her. “Ready?”

Her smile said it all. I zeroed in on my sister’s proffered opening and found her hole with the tip. I pressed with gentle pressure, burrowing shallowly into her sopping wet vagina. I hesitated when I began to feel some resistance, but the excited expectancy in Dana’s eyes let me know I didn’t need to hold back. I put my strength behind it and the huge cock eased into her. My sister’s mouth formed a wide “O” as the cock head splayed the modest aperture of her vagina. It was a stretch for her, but clearly not as painful as it had been for me.

“Good?” I checked in.

“Perfect, sis.”

I pressed ahead and with startling quickness the massive cock head disappeared inside her. She let out a giggle of satisfaction. I watched with rapt amazement as my sister’s pussy readily engulfed the over-sized sex toy. My shock was doubled by the awareness that my normally mild-mannered pussy had somehow managed to do the same. I slid the cock forward as far as it could go and paused to marvel at the sight before me. Dana was more than happy to let me gape at what was between her legs as she looked on and fiddled with her nipples.

“Here we go,” I finally announced, and drew the dildo back.

I was immediately intrigued by the way the skin around her pussy hole was pulled outward by the withdrawing shaft. I wondered if mine did the same when my husband was fucking me. I pushed the dildo back in until it was seated as deeply as possible. Dana let out a slight whimper and lifted her hips up toward me, beckoning for more. I pulled back and shoved the thick shaft into her once more, and repeated the motion, picking up a little speed with each thrust.

Dana was apparently enjoying my efforts and began fucking back against each forceful shove. I felt in control in a way I never had before. Giving a blowjob, or a handjob, had an element of control to it, but I suddenly realized there had always been something lacking. My sister was truly at my mercy. I was the one in charge — the one, in essence, penetrating her. I could fulfill her, or withdraw my cock and deny her. This was a kind of power I’d not wielded before. And I liked it.

“Shit,” Dana hissed, “This is even better than when I do it myself.”

“You like how I’m fucking your dirty pussy?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking huge cocks in that big cunt, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes! Right in my big, hairy cunt.”

Dana was pinching both her nipples tortuously hard as I worked the dildo in and out of her pussy as quickly as I could. My arms were burning with the effort, and I was starting to get winded. The sweat was rising on my skin again. I wasn’t about to let up, however, not until I made my sister come.

“That’s it, you slut. Take my cock,” I hissed. “Come all over my big cock, you fucking slut.”

My sister let out a long moan making it impossible to tell if she was getting off more on the dildo or from my filthy mouth. I never talked like that with my husband during sex, but there was something incredibly liberating about just saying whatever dirty thing came into your head.

“Fuck me, Vicky! Fuck my cunt! Make me… ” The rest was lost in a strangled cry into the sofa cushion. Dana pulled on her nipples, stretching them to a distressing degree, and bucked hard against the giant cock. Her legs quivered and a beguiling crimson blush spread across her chest and up her neck. She then relaxed, but several aftershocks jolted her body before she was done.

I gave her another half a minute to wallow in her post-orgasmic stupor, then slowly withdrew Big Tony from her well-fucked pussy.

“Damn, little sister. That was incredible.” She looked like she could barely move.

I leaned back at my end of the sofa, shaking the soreness out of my shoulders and arms. I found myself unable to settle my gaze anywhere except on my naked sister, her heavy breasts topped with prominently upright nipples, her legs still open wide, her swollen pussy slick with fresh juices. I wanted to touch myself, but somehow felt too embarrassed to do it. After a moment I realized I had no choice.

I began playing with myself while staring at my sister’s sumptuous cunt. It was only a matter of seconds before she detected the telltale sounds of my self pleasure. She opened her eyes halfway and smiled across at me. Dana watched. I took as much pleasure from her gaze as I did from the view of her freshly fucked pussy. After another minute she gave in and slid her hand down over her thick tuft of pubic hair and began to finger her clit. The two of us silently watched each other masturbate, lost in our own admiration of what we were so privileged to be witnessing. To share something so intensely private with another person, and feel utterly secure in doing so, is the greatest gift there is.

I was coming sooner than I wanted to. I wanted the moment to go on and on, but I had to give myself over to the urge that rose up and demanded fruition. I heard Dana sigh with great satisfaction just as I was finishing and was able to watch her experience the same gratification as I just had. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect.

It was several moments before Dana spoke. “Vicky? Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.”

“Not even one time in college?”

“No. Have you?”

“No, not really. I kissed another girl once, but that was all.”

I was afraid of where she was going with this, so I stayed silent.

“I’ve always wondered… ” she went on as casually as she could, “What it would be like to lick a pussy.” The way her eyes focused on my crotch as she said this left no doubt what was going through her mind. “Have you ever wondered about that? About going down on another woman?”

I smiled nervously. “Okay, well, on that note, I think it’s time for me to get on up to bed.”

Dana smiled to mask her disappointment, “All right then.” She picked up the dildo and switched it on. “If you don’t mind, I think me and Tony are going to go a couple more rounds.” She began grinding the vibrator against her clit as I gathered up my clothes from the floor.

“Knock yourself out,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, and headed for the stairs. It was all I could do not to turn around and join her for more. “See you in the morning.” She didn’t answer, pretending to be lost in the moment. I headed up to my room with mixed feelings.

I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t let that happen. Masturbating together was one thing, a little harmless fun between sisters, but what she was contemplating was a whole other thing. What she was suggesting was incest. And I absolutely couldn’t cross that line…

Could I?

Continue on to Part Three