From file.archives@backdrop.com Sun Feb 09 02:02:16 1997
~Subject: Angela, Heather, Kristen - fff/incest - last try!
~From: elle2000@delphi.com
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(Text missing) --- all, idiotic things. This was something their
mother Angela prided herself on. They were all pretty close knit in
the house, especially when Angela's husband left them alone when
Heather was only 17, and Kristen 14. Those were hard times, but
they survived together somehow.
Now, it's 1992. Heather has just turned 20, and Kristen, of
course, turned 17. For Kristen, these are the hardest times when it
comes to being a teenager. Questions answered always come from her
sister, who works with her mother to make ends meet. So, when she
is home, they do talk about the secretive things that sisters
discuss. But, nowadays, she finds herself wondering about what to
do in life, boys turning to men, and the end of high school
impending in just one year.
On Friday nights, Kristen was home before the two working ladies
arrived at around 7. Heather and her mother worked at a supply
company, completing orders for the front store. They liked it
there, due to the old man who owned it. They could work very
independently, filling orders for the man up front, and that kept
him happy. The mutual understanding between Heather and her mother
was at work, they worked. Rarely any mother/daughter banter..that
was to be left at home.
When they arrived, Kristen was in the kitchen watching HBO.
They look exhausted, but strangely enough, they still retained
their beauty that this family's women were so luckily blessed with.
Clearly, they all look like Angela. She was 40 years old, but you
could swear she was 30. She possessed blonde hair, which she passed
on to her daughters. Many have told her she look a bit like Susan
Sarandon. Angela never really became heavy after having kids, she
tried to keep herself in shape for her husband. After he left, it
was just a matter of stamina, and she worked out every night.
Walking in, Kristen noticed in the back of her mind that her
mother was slightly taller than Heather. Kristen always felt good
that she was attractive with them, as not to be the black sheep of
the family. But she notice their attractiveness, and thought how
hard it must be to stay that way even after a long day at work.
Wearily, the tow plopped down at the kitchen table. Kristen
could see how tired they were. "How was it today?", she asked. nd
Kristen have been sharing a room all their lives. It was a floral
motif, with yellow furniture from their childhood days. They shared
a bunk bed, Kristen always residing on the top. Angela had always
said they'd move to someplace bigger, but the money situation
simply didn't warrant it.
ealization that her sister was attractive. Not the
attractive that they've always expressed when the other did their
makeup just right, or one bought a cute outfit. She was looking at
her sister's physical being, and found her to be attractive.
Her eyes went down the length of Heather's golden hair. How soft
it must be, she thought. The sweatshirt, although baggy, hugged
Heather's body at the waist. The black spandex created a beautiful
silohette around her buttocks, making it almost perfectly round on
each side. Kristen could see her muscles move, whenever Heather
would move so slightly. From there, her eyes traced her sister's
legs, so slender and so strong under the spandex, right down to her
feet.
Kristen began to fluster, but could not help becoming aroused.
Sexuality was of not one of her more important worries, but
couldappened once, on a date, when she noticed the boy's penis
pushing through his shorts. But this was different.
She couldn't look any longer because the embarrassment and the
feeling between her legs became unbearable. She hopped down off the
bed, and quietly left the room. Heather said nothing, and continued
to read.
Out in the hallway, she was a mess. Kristen could feel her heart
pounding, and her ears ringing. Her breathing was almost hard, as
she tried to get the picture of her sister's body out of her mind.
This was something they made fun of the women gym teachers for, and
she never conceived she would look at another female like that,
especially her own sister. This must be wrong, she persistently
thought, and she must get rid of this twinging between her legs.
She ran to the bathroom across the hall, and flung the door
open. Opening the bottom medicine cabinet, she was frantically
searching for a douche of any kind. That's when she heard,
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
Jumping a bit, she quickly looked up to find her mother in the
bathtub, neck high in bubbles. This too, was something she rarely
seen, and never under these circumstances. She stuttered,"O..Oh,
yeah," half smiling, "just making sure I have deodorant for
tomorrow."
Angela, pushing her pulled up hair from her face, sank deeper
into her warm bubbles. "Well, if you're going to look, shut the
door. It's freezing out there." She then took the Dove bar, and
soaped her arm.
Kristen's mind whirled. She didn't want to let on something was
wrong, this she wanted to keep to herself. To put on a good front,
she shut the door, knelt down to look further, but only knocking
down things, in the cabinet, in the process. From her right ear,
Kristen heard," My, you're a wreck. Come here,..are you sick?"
Obediently, Kristen walked tubside, and sat down on the edge.
Angela raised a wet hand from the water, and brushed back her
daughter's blonde hair. She asks, "What's wrong. School?"
Kristen wanted to run. She noticed her mother's beautiful, yet
concerned face, and the soapy bubbles sliding slowly down her neck.
She unintentionally memorized the sight of her mother's large
breasts, jutting from the bubbles like two round islands. The
glistening wetness across her breasts, and the stiffness of her
brown nipples only increased Kristen's anxiety. Her eyes quickly,
but it felt like a million years, traveled down herg home for her
daughter, and leaving Kristen to discover her own sexuality in the
classroom lectures.
Kristen did not know what to say, and couldn't. Her mother had
caught her looking, and there was no way she could back out. She
seemed scared and Angela felt it. She knew her daughter must
discover her own sexuality, or she will be vulnerable in a very
cruel world. She thought that maybe she can ease Kristen's fears by
sharing a common trait, or bond, between women. To show that
becoming an adult is okay.
Angela then looked at her breasts, and then looked toward
Kristen's, outlined by her flowery sweater. She then said " You
know, your breasts are the same size when I was your age. As you
get older, and have children, they'll get bigger."
Kristen, although a bit surprised, felt some tension go way. Her
mother had understood her uneasiness, and suddenly she felt safe.
Kristen looked down at her own budding chest, pushed out, and
said," Do you think so?" Looking back at her mother's wet breasts,
as if it was the right thing to do.
To make her point, and not really thinking about it, Angela
moved her hand from Kristen's hair, down the neck of her sweater,
and cupped Kristen's left breast. Angela said, "Hmm. I think so."
Kristen felt a tingle bolt between her legs, but this time closed
her eyes. Angela, realizing that maybe that touching her own
daughter's breast isn't the best thing to do, went to pull her hand
off Kristen's young breast, but then could not ignore the itchy
sensation developing between her own legs, below the warm water.
Angela moved her hand around Kristen's breast, in a massaging
motion. Kristen, on another planet, kept her eyes closed while she
floated in this new feeling. Angela whispered, " Boys will touch
you here, honey. Does it feel good?" Kristen, now sailing with the
winds, pushed her mother's hand harder on to her breast. Angela,
now knowing she was over the boundaries, did not pull away. She
closed her eyes, and deftly felt Kristen's softness under her
fingertips. Her legs spread slightly, and felt the warm water
caress her as it rushed it. Kristen whispered, "Yes." in the tub.
Kristen found her mother to be even more beautiful than before.
From the neck down, Angela's wet skin glistened. Some hair from
her bun was wetly strewn about her shoulders. Kristen's eyes looked
at her breasts. They were much bigger and fuller than her own. They
didn't sag, but seemed heavy due to their largeness. Angela's
large, brown areolas centered her stiff nipples. Small bodies of
suds slowly drifted down Angela's neck, into the valley between her
chest, and down into the water. She silently looked at her
daughter's innocent face, waiting for Kristen to touch her.
She was almost shaking when she put her hands slowly forward,
and sat closer to her mother as her hands made contact. Her palms
touched her mother's nipples, as her fingertips felt the soft
heaviness at the sides. Her hands became lubricated as she moved
them around toward the front of Angela's breasts, supporting their
weight, and absorbing their warmth. Kristen studied her own
motions, coupled by her movements, with great intensity. Angela
watched her daughter's hands massage her wet breasts, and then her
daughter's face that was filled with wonderment. She was feeling
her mother's fullness for the first time, and began to feel from
the outside peering in, what it was to be a woman.
Kristen began to feel more at ease, while her temperature rose
between her legs. By now, her panties were soaked as she has never
known them to be. Her thumbs ran back and forth over Angela's
nipples, while her palms held the weight of her breasts. She cupped
them, and came up and around in a heart shape until
Ԍ"I..already finished." Kristen said, a little sad that the
moment ended. But she stood to leave. Stopping, she looked at her
mother who was still sitting."Mom...did you feel anything when you
touched me?"
Angela knew she was in a spot. But her vagina was aching from
the experience. All she could say was," Get going..we'll talk
later.", hoping to drop the subject.
Kristen turned and left the bathroom.
ed looking straight up, Heather knew she was just troubled
about something. Probably a guy at school, she thought. "You okay?
Want to talk about it?", Heather asked gently.
Kristen looked over and smiled slightly. "No...no. Maybe later."
Heather knew to lay off. "Hokay." She put her hand on Kristen's
arm. "I'm here anytime you need me." She then went back to her bed
and her reading.
Kristen stared at the ceiling. She could not look at Heather the
same way. The whole ten seconds Heather stood there Kristen traced
every inch of her body with her new found awareness. The touch of
her hand gave her shivers, and she suddenly began to imagine
Heather stripping. Not the way she normally changes clothes, but
really stripping, while Kristen watches her from a chair. Then
there was their mother, reaching from behind to pull up Kristen's
shirt and fondling her naked breasts. As is the reality, Kristen
pushed her hands harder on her chest, as Angela began to nuzzle her
daughter's neck. Kristen could feel the sensations build as she
watches Heather remove her bra like a pro, and she sensually danced
around on a stage.
That's when she jumped awake to find the room unexplainably
dark. She instinctively look at the clock: 3:45 AM. She had fallen
asleep on her bunk. In the darkness, she could hear Heather
breathing in her deep sleep. e's not supposed to feel yours.
But why not? I felt much closer to her than ever why she was
touching me...and I know we were communicating on a level rarely
reached by any mother or daughter. And god, she did feel good. I
know she's just 17, and innocent, but her body is turning into a
real woman's. Maybe at this point I'm not ashamed to say that my 17
year old daughter turned me on, and I turned her on. I....wanted
her to kiss me. I would have let her. I imagined taking her in my
arms right here, and letting her suckle one of my breasts, as she
did when she was a baby. Just letting her lay back and let her
mother take care of her."
Some points during the night, Angela could not believe what she
was thinking. At others, she was wondering how Kristen was
feeling. Angela loved her daughters. There was no question of that.
She was wondering, if this was the right way to do so.
In her room, Kristen was now wide awake. She tormented herself
with the images of her friends calling her dyke, and never speaking
to her again. But she couldn't remove the beautiful image of her
nude mother from her mind. And of Heather: Kristen was wondering
what it would be like to sleep next to Heather. To hold her all
night and wake up next to her. To make love to her, and at the same
time wondering if this was normal. But her curiosity was getting
too big...too much.
Sliding her body off the bed, and landing very deftly, Kristen
went to change out of the sweats she had fallen asleep in. Heather
stirred, but remained in her sleep. Kristen went to the dresser and
took off her sweat shirt. She reached behind and unsnapped her
Victoria's Secret 36A bra. She stopped and cupped her own petite
breasts, running her fingertips over her pink nipples. "You know,
your breasts are the same size as mine when I was your age. They'll
get bigger.", she could hear her Mom say. She hoped her mother
would have touched her breasts under her shirt, rather than on top
of it.
Her fingers slipped down her sides, and slipped off her sweat
pants. She then took off her lace panties, which had been soaked
all night from everything that happened, and stood there nude in
the dark room, and moved to the full length mirror on their closet
door, to see herself.he thought about how smooth her skin was, and
how her mother might like it.
She turned and looked at Heather sleeping, who had practically
kicked off the covers in her sleep, as she normally does. Kristen
took two paces forward, until she was bedside. She crouched down,
and could feel the air rush through the warmth between her legs.
She studied her sister, this time with a little less fright. Even
asleep, Heather's face was beautiful. With the same blonde, angelic
hair touching her shoulders, her was a thing of beauty. That
complimented Kristen's thoughts on how Heather never had a problem
getting a date.
Heather was wearing a white men's tank undershirt, formerly her
fathers, and a wisp of satin underpants. She lay on her side, and
one long leg over. Kristen could clearly she the defines of the
curves of her sister in the dark. Kristen's fingers began to trace
her own inner thighs, as she looked at the two round forms that
were her sister's breasts. Heather's nipples were pointing through
the gauzy fabric, and in her sleep, the undershirt was pulled up
slightly, so that Kristen could see the white tan line, of the
underside of Heather's breast.
Her hands began to massage the outside of her labia, sending the
aroma of her femininity to the air around her. She wanted to touch
Heather so badly...like the way she touched her mother only hours
before. Her breath was quickening as she imagined her naked body
atop heather, kissing her square on the lips. She could almost feel
Heather's hands squeezing her ass, as their long legs intertwined,
Kristen's naked mound rubbing against Heather's panties. In her
dreams, she pushed herself up, as Heather took a breast in her
mouth and began to fondle the other. The moaning in her head was
unbearable, and Kristen plunged two fingers inside her pussy. With
each in and out motion, she could feel the hot wetness on her
fingers, and the scent that filled the air.
Kristen fell back on the carpet, not caring if Heather was
watching or not. Her fantasy raced through her mind, picturing
Heather nude on top of her, with both their hands exploring each
other's wetness. Kristen squeezed her own breasts, and swore if she
didn't come right now, she would get on top of Heather and beg her
to make love to her. In all her wild passion and ecstasy,ed at
what she just saw. She had never seen a woman do that before, let
alone her own sister. She thought she was right to feign sleep, and
imagined the entire scene over and over. She was masturbating in
front of me, as if it was for me, she thought. She then wondered
where all this was going to lead to.
8)ic, where below she saw the outlines of her breasts,
testimony given by her dark nipples. Further down yet, her lean
stomach introduced the white bikini panties she was wearing. That's
where the gauzy fabric ended, and her legs began. She stopped,
tilted her head, and bent her left leg. They still looked good. She
turned it forward, looking at her feet and following the curves up
to her panties. She thought about how good she looks in a bikini.
She thought of Kristen and smiled. She thought it was time to show
off those legs.
e top bunk to see if Kristen was still asleep. Indeed she
was, but with half the covers off of her. This wouldn't of bothered
Heather if her younger sister was wearing clothes. But there was
her 17 year old sister, nude under the covers, only covering her
bottom half. That's when she remembered what Kristen had done last
night and chuckled. She figured it was that age. Oh well,..time to
wake her up...as only a sister can.
She quietly darted to the bathroom, clad in her undershirt and
panties. Getting a small Dixie cup full of cold water, she went
back into the bedroom, where Kristen was sleeping on her side.
heather took the cup, and with a giggle, poured a steady stream of
cold water down Kristen's breasts. She awoke with a yelp.
Jumping up, "What the hell...are you doing?!", as Heather fell
back laughing uncontrollably.
"Thanks alot..", said Kristen sleepily and sitting up, "..now my
bed's wet."
"Thanks okay. We'll just tell Mom you wet yourself!", Heather
said while laughing.
Kristen smiled, looked down at her wet upper torso, and gave a
side grin. She noticed her nipples getting erect from the cold air.
Heather unconsciously looked as well, but turned and threw her
sister a blue towel. "C'mon," she said, "Mom's cooking.", and left
the room.
Alone on the top bunk, Kristen dried herself off, and carefully
cupped each breast with the towel. She dreamed of the spectacular
events the day before. She looked down and parted her legs slight.
Her pink labia was protruding out from her hair, and she began to
smell her own scent. She was about to touch her clitoris with her
forefinger when Heather called her from the stairs. She shrugged,
and said mentally, "I'll do that later."
back side of her shimmering panties. Kristen swallowed a
lump at the sight.
Heather whistled. "Nice show, Mom!"
Angela turned and smiled. "Just in time, you guys. Breakfast'll
be ready in a second."
They walked by her. Heather yawned out loud. Kristen, on the
other hand, could not ignore the side view of her mother's full
breasts through the white gauzy material. She realized that
sinceeuvering he waffles with a steel spatula. "Did she..well, it
was hot last night."
Kristen stammered, to end this dangerous conversation, "Yeah...I
couldn't stop sweating."
"I dunno. Seemed fine to me. Maybe we should turn the AC up",
mentioned Heather.
Angela walked across the floor, carrying the two plates, and set
them down in front of her daughters. She purposefully bent over
slightly, to let the vneck hang, and see who was to peer down her
nightgown. As expected Kris did. She watched Angela's breasts
wobble a bit in movement, and became flustered. Angela walso
caought Heather looking in the corner of her eye. Not looking at
either, she said," Probably. I always forget to take care of that
when we get home." She then sat back in an adjoining wooden chair,
next to Heather. Heather began to dig in, as well did Kristen, but
slower to look up periodically at her peering mother.
It was silent for a second, except for the sounds of food
crunching, and the clanking of silverware. Then Angela turned to
Heather, "What's on the agenda for today?"
With half a mouth full, "Not too sure. None of my friends
called, so I was going to just hang and watch some TV. Maybe go to
the mall." Angela looked at Kristen. "What about you, honey?"
Just looking up, Kristen carefully muttered, "Nothing. Why?"
"Well", said Angela as of matter of factly, "today's supposed to
be gorgeous. In the 80's. We should do the girl thing today, since
we have no friends. Let's hit the mall, and tonight how bout a camp
out in the backyard?"
Heather looked up and beamed. "COOL! Can we have beer, or
something? It is the girl's night out, and since Kris can't get in
to a bar or anything..."t's exactly was the three did. They all
went to the Christiana Mall around three. They liked to work the
mall, as they put it. Starting with JCPenneys, and work the way
down.
Of course, the primary purchase interest was clothes. Heather
just loved shopping, almost to an addictive point. Kristen and
Angela kept pace with here, though. The whole time they were going
rack to rack to rack, Kristen was dreaming and forecasting the
night ahead. She thought of her mother, all too many times, naked.
Then Heather. Then herself. All three of them, in that white tent
still rolled up in the garage, totally nude. She knew and felt
Angela was up to something in a very devilish, and flirtatious way.
It became selfevident, at least to Kristen, when they went into
Victoria's Secret.
"Oh, my. I can be in this place for hours", Angela said
dreamily.
"Oh, I know...", exclaimed Heather,"...and they're sooo
expensive." She shuffles her bags. "This will be the last place I'm
buying something. I am too broke."
Angela looked at her sternly. "Watch what you do with that
credit card, young lady. I'm not paying it."
Heather huffed. "Don't worry, Mom...that's why I'm working.
Let's look around."
Together, all three perused the world of exotic lingerie. The
entire place was in an old woodworked style, and the smell of
spring potpourri filled the air. They frowned at the "old lady"
styles, and giggled at the risque. Eventually, they all split in
several directions. One minute quickly drained into a half hour.
That's when Heather saw Kristen at the counter, taking a bag and
finishing a purchase.
With a few hangers in her hand, she quickly sprinted to
Kristen." Heyy..whadja get?"
Kristen blushed a little. "Well, I don't normally buy this
stuff. I'll show you later."
Heather laughed. "You better." And turned to finish shopping.
Kristen knew she may show them all tonight.
n carried the somewhat dirty white tent, Heather took the
sleeping bags, while Angela took the provisions. They ventured far
enough where they could still barely make out the house in the
orange sunset. The sun was going down, and they wanted to get set
up before dark.
Heather and Kristen knew the terrain well, for they used to play
and tell secrets behind those very trees. It was solitude that only
few knew of, one being their mother. They led to a small clearing
surrounded by proud oaks and birches, and put down the gear.
Kristen declared, "I'll make the fireplace!", and began to
gather stones. Heather set up her radio/cassette player for some
background noise as her and her mother set up the tent.
As the sun finally gave way to the impending star glittered
darkness, Kristen had already had the round stone fireplace built
and kindling already lit and snapping. Heather and her mother set
up the tent, after several attempts which left them laughing
hysterically, and were rolling out the sleeping bags inside.
When Kristen had returned with her fifth armful of firewood,
Heather and Angela were sitting on a log, drinking cold Coors, and
roasting marshmallows. They looked up when she approached, and
dropped the wood.
"Hey..no fair. I'm busting my hump in the wild out there and you
two have started."
Angela grinned. "Honey, you're done. We have enough wood to
build a house. Here...don't tell anyone..", and handed her youngest
a cold bottle.
Kristen smiled, and sat on an opposite log, and said
"....yeah!", and took a sip.
For moments, it was quiet except for the sounds of the night
birds, and the trees rustling. They all looked to the stars peeking
between the high branches, taking in the light breeze and feeling
as if they were the last people on earth.
Kristen looked at both of them, looking up. She was a bit
anxious, only trying to predict what might happen when she gets a
little too drunk to keep her mouth shut. She looked at her mother,
in her grey sweatshirt, and grey shorts. The orange firelight
accented her wavy blonde hair, and she looked years younger.
Kristen's eyes gleaned at her crossed legs, noticing every curve.
She then looked at Heather, who was a mere younger version of
Angela, and traced the outlines of her bra, though her white
tshirt, in the orange hue of the fire. Heather wore red shorts,
which were high on her propped up legs. As the alcohol began to
take her mind swimming on her third beer, she began to
"Well, go 'head", said Angela, "ther's a bush there an' there
an' there.."
Heather lazily looked around at the dark woods. "I'm not goin in
there..it's too dark. I can't."
"Oh, gowan...your sister will go with you. Go, Kris...your older
sister has to pee...go protect her from the lionsh, tigersh,
and...(belch)..bearsh."
Almost falling backwards herself, Kristen stood up, dropping her
empty bottle. "Okay, MOM." She grabbed Heather's hand, jerking her
in to the woods. "Let's go, stupid.", and they both laughed as they
staggered in to the darkness of the forest.
Still holding hands, surprisingly strong for two drunk young
women, they walked further and further until the campfire was a
small blur. Heather fell back against a big tree, laughing hard.
"Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod,..my head is spinning!!", she laughed. "I gotta
pee...I'm gonna fall down...Kris, help...", and she held to the
sides of the tree with the back of her arms.
Kristen looked at her sister, who almost looked crucified to the
tree in the moonlight. "Help..?" , she stammered. She had a feeling
this was it.
"Yeah...", Heather was now slurring and holding on to the tree.
"If I don't get my shorts off, I'll pee myself."
Sweat came to Kristen's forehead and brought about some sobering
reality. Deftly, she knelt down in front of her sister, who leaned
with her back against the bent tree. She gripped the sides of
Heather dark shorts, applying a little arm strength to pull
Heather's body from the tree just a little, and began to take down
her sister's shorts. Kristen found it difficult not to breathe hard
as the back of her fingertips ran down her Heather's soft legs as
she pulled down the material.
"Hurry...", Heather breathed, as her shoes were removed to slip
the shorts off. In her fogginess, she could feel the leaves under
her bare feet and the light wind brush by her thighs. the
beginnings of Heather's soft buttocks, and gently (and
involuntarily) pulled down her sister's satin underwear. And in
that moment, Kristen was face to face, saw it in the darkness, and
could smell the scent of Heather's womanhood.
Kristen was still a bit foggy, but knew what she had...and
wanted, to do. "Kneel down, Heath. I'll hold you up, so you won't
pee yourself."
All Heather could do was slide her back down the smooth trunk of
the big tree, and support herself on her heels. Kristen could smell
even more of her scent because her legs were spread. And at that
moment, heather let out a gasp, and a forceful stream of liquid
began to hiss into the ground. Kristen, holding Heather up by the
knees, was fascinated. In the moonlight she could she the
glistening stream coming from Heather's crotch, and ooze in to the
dirt. And as soon as she began, Heather finished. Then she
murmured, and giggled, "I can't...get up."
Kristen was shaking. She responded deftly with her fingertips,
moving her hands up Heather's legs. Heather was quiet, with her
head back, eyes dreamily closed. The smoothness of her legs excited
Kristen, who found her fingertips at Heather's upper thighs, were
her panties should've been. Her hands then moved off to opposite
sides, feeling the roundness of Heather's ass.
Kristen positioned her shaky hands on each buttock cheek. "We'll
get up together, and I'll pull you up. On three." Heather slowly
nodded. "One, two,...THREE." Using their legs to support each
other, the two sisters rose together, Heather with her back to the
tree. For an eternal moment, they stood there. Heather, now
looking forward wearily, and Kristen looking back with her hands on
her sister's backside. Her hands then released their semifirm
grip. and moved to her sister's hips. With no explanation, Heather
reached out, and caressed Kristen's hair. Kristen, feeling such
freedom as she's ever known, moved her left hand forward, and ran
her fingers through Heather's pubic hair. Closing her eyes, Heather
gasped.
an her hands all over her soft ass. It feels
wonderful, Heather's mind fleeted. Just as it always would. Her
hands moved around and touched Kris's soft, virgin hair. Heather
could feel the young, raw heat that emanated. She ran her tongue
down Kristen's neck, causing her to silently gasp. "Heather...",
Kris moaned as she pulled her sister forward so their wet pubic
areas could touch and share each other's heat
Heather knew what she wanted. She slid her hands up Kristen's
smooth belly. Kristen obliged by removing her Tshirt. Heather
could barely make out Kris's lacy bra in the deep moonlight, but
knew the latch was in the front. With an effortless tug, she
unfastened Kris's bra, and her young breasts bounced free. With
careful fingers, as to absorb every soft sensation, she slid the
straps off Kris's shoulders and let her ears take in the sound of
her bra hitting the dry leaves at their feet. And, for the first
time, Heather cupped both of her sister's breasts, and shuddered.
She closed her eyes and let her fingers send the pictures of erotic
reality to her brain. The soft feel of Kristen's young breasts, the
curves that she could feel under her forefinger on top, and her
thumb that weighed the weight of each, on the bottom. Her
fingertips did an immediate glide across her nipples, and found
them erect. Kristen moaned louder, and more fierce. They were no
longer of this earth.
On instinct, Heather lowered her head and began to suckle
Kristen's breast while fondling the other. Kristen clawed at the
back of Heather's shirt until she found the backsnap for Heather's
bra. Practically it tearing loose, she forcefully unsnapped it.
Heather enjoyed every sensation of her breasts bouncing free, as
the cool air rushed through her shirt. Kris reached around and
under and began to knead Heather's heavier breasts. Heather
stopped, and slowly took off her shirt. The two sisters were facing
each other totally nude, with a passion unbound. Kristen took
Heather's hand and whispered "I want you." She took two steps back
and sat on the ground. She could see the stars glittering over the
treetops, then she saw Heather's face as she lowered her body on to
Kristen. Their warmth melded as they kissed again, with hands
roaming over their flesh.
Kristen parted her shapely legs as Heather ran her fingers over
her pussy. "Put a finger in", Kristen moaned. Heather slowly slid
her forefinger in Kris's slippery vagina, and was in wonder as to
how tight Kris was. Kristen, feeling the waves of pain and pleasure
awash her body, squeezed Heather's breasts, and pushed them against
hers. She rotated her thighs faster and faster to Heather's
beckoning finger, now deep inside her. Finally, almost to the point
that she would scream, Kristen came, and Heather could feel Kris's
insides swell, and release an incredible amount of juice on to her
finger. Kristen was floating in space. When she opened her eyes
an eternity later, Heather was smiling out her. They both started
laughing and kissed and hugged each other. Then, with a big smile,
Kristen said, "Your turn..."
Heather knew what she wanted. She got up, and leaned forward
against the tree, arms straight. She parted her legs invitingly, as
she offered her sister what she had. Kristen could smell the sex in
the air, as she bent down. Running her hands up and down Heather's
smooth legs, she put her face close to Heather's shapely ass. Kris
used her tongue to massage the outside of Heather's labia, and for
the first time, tasted the love nectar of another woman. Savoring
its sweetness, her tongue became more aggressive, and began to dart
between the lipfolds of Heather's aching vagina. Heather arched her
back, and moaned unintangible moans. Kristen was aware of what her
sister needed, and forcefully shoved her tongue deep inside
Heather's throbbing hole. The waves of pleasure attacked Heather's
body without mercy. Her nails dug in to the bark of the tree that
supported her. Her naked legs tensed, she knew she couldn't hold
out for very long. Then, as soon as one of Kristen's hands touched
her breast, she exploded, washing her sister's merciless tongue
with her juices. Her heart was pounding, and she breathed heavy.
She turned to Kristen. "God, that was fantastic. I can't believe
how good you made me feel."
"I wanted you so bad", Kristen sighed," I had to have you. I
don't care if it's wrong. You feel so good."
Heather paused, and peered at her sister in the darkness. This
was the person that took her to heights of awareness. If wrong, so
be it. She would not let it go. She said, "I love you Kris."
She wanted to cry. "I love you too, Heather!" They held each
other close, and kissed to commerate their new found intimacy.
thought in a drunken stupor.
Regardless, it was getting late, and the fire was dying. They
all retreated to the safety of the tent. They saw the distant house
lights as they zippered it shut, with only a flashlight to
illuminate the tent. The three sleeping bags were already out,
neatly adjacent to one another. Still reveling from the experience,
Heather knew she wanted to sleep with Kris...but Mom would find
out. Kris reflected her thoughts, but extended them, adding the
memory of her mother touching her breasts, and sheTheir mother was
never this bold before, and with what just happened to them in the
woods, their juices were flowing automatically. Angela saw the same
look in Kristen's eye as she did in the bathroom. Heather looked
the same...they were staring at her shapely breasts.
There was a long silence. The alcohol stripped away any
embarrassment that might have been there. Angela grinned at her
gazing daughters, "I used to let you two suckle...that's how they
got this big."
Heather stammered a bit, still buzzed. "Really? Doesn't that
hurt?"
Angela replied, "No...except when you were teething. I used to
nurse you both all the time. You couldn't get enough, as I recall.
I remember back then..."
Kristen swirled. "I just can't imagine...I mean..." She stopped.
Angela grinned. A little voice told her not to, but a drunken
mind took precedence. "If you try it again, you'll remember..."
Kristen and Heather looked at each other. Unsure, they read each
others eyes, and look at their halfnaked mother, and her bountiful
breasts. They were in the woods...no one would know.
They leaned forward together apprehensively, and were on their
knees in a kneeling position. Kristen's lips tremored as she leaned
forward and let her lips touch Angela's warm hard nipple. She felt
the warmness of her mother's breast touch her cheek. Heather looked
at her chosen breast briefly, and closed her eyes. Her lips too,
found the nipple. Both began to suck automatically, as ageold
autoisms kicked in.
Angela's eye closed, and she ran her fingers through her
daughters' hair. The sensation electrified her insides as she
pulled them closer. Heather began to drift way with this wild
sensation. Her touch began darting over Angela's nipple, causing
her to moan quietly. Kris cupped Angela's breast and began to suck
harder. Their slurps could only be heard from within the tent.
Heather could not ignore the eagerness between her legs, as she
sucked harder. Angela cupped her own breast for Heather, and her
other hand involuntarily went down her own side. Kris opened her
eyes and looked down. Angela's hand was in her own shorts,
massaging her pussy. Still suckling, Kris pulled aside Angela's
shorts, and was given a view of Angela sliding her fingers over her
moist and steamy labia. Kris watched and wanted her.
Angela was moving into ecstasy. She began to massage Heather's
shoulders, and fearlessly began to massage Heather's breasts, for
the first time, through her tshirt, half noticing she wasn't
wearing a bra. Heather moaned, and began to rub her crotch through
her shorts, and pulled up her shirt to feel her mother's hand on
her naked breasts. Angela felt their warmth and was on the verge of
orgasm. Her fingers touched Heather's nipples, felt the weight of
her young breasts, and softly squeezed them. Angela plunged two
fingers deep inside her hot vagina and moaned loudly. Kris could
feel her mother's shudders while sucking her breast, causing her to
finger her own hard clit.
They all seemed to come together, Angela with her two daughters
licking and sucking her bosoms, Kris with her right hand massaging
her crotch with a passion, and Heather, practically half naked,
with her hand shoved in her own wet box. The tent was filled with
moans of no return and ecstasy. They all seem to rise together, to
swell together. Someone squelched. Someone screamed. Then finally,
it was quiet. They fell against each other in a sweaty heap.
It was not much longer before all three women were nude. They
quickly cast aside whatever little clothes remained and invited the
summer night air to kiss their eager bodies. Heather was brave, and
put her arms around her mother. Their breasts pressed together as
they engaged in a deep kiss. Kris pressed against her sister's
back, and slid her hands down her sides. She cupped Heather's
buttocks, and kneaded her cheeks.
Angela swallowed in to the embrace of her oldest. Her hands
skillfully fondled Heather's breasts while their hot tongues danced
together. Heather moaned as Kris' fingers probed her aching pussy,
rubbing her labia and a forefinger manipulating her clitoris. Kris
could not help but masturbate, as she watched her mother and sister
kiss passionately, and rub each other's bodies against each other.
Heather took the imitative. She turned around toward Kris and
was on all fours. With a sixth sense, Kris lay on her back,
spreading her young but shapely legs. Heather peered at the 17 year
old's new womanhood. It was pink, very wet, and she could almost
feel it's hot yearning from the short distance. Her mother's hands
caressed her ass as she lowered her head. Kris threw her head back
as Heather's tongue explored her outer lips...sliding to her hard
clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Heather arched her
back, and moaned as Angela's fingers slid very easily in to her hot
box.ger fucking her with the other. With sexual hunger, Heather
sucked the juices from her sister's vagina. Kris cupped her
breasts, and pulled on her nipples. She was about to come, and
pushed Heather's head in deeper, grinding it between her spread
thighs. She watched her mother behind her sister with ecstasy,
studying her breasts, and her look on wanton lust. Kris came, waves
of pleasure assaulting her senses, and causing her to scream
loudly. Hearing her sister come hard, and tasting her young juices,
Heather also came hard, her inner walls swelling around Angela's
fingers, that were deep inside. And Angela, rubbing her own clit,
came when Heather turned about and sucked her breasts, and Kris
stood up, letting her mother taste her for the first time.
They all made love for the next hours until they were exhausted.
The next morning, they woke up around 9am. In each other's arms,
nude. At first, no one said anything. This was the time that
regrets would fly and promises of secrecy made. But instead, they
all smiled...touched each other, caressed each other. They felt
closer than they ever did, and would not pretend the previous night
never happened. Now, they were one.