| Sensory Overload, Part One While this may not seem like a traditional LL story, trust me – I will be getting there shortly. This one is for darling N and hoping she enjoys it. ~~ Love and Lix, Jen The life that Vikki Sutherland was living now and over the past number of months was unlike anything she had ever prepared for. In all of her 40 years, the blue-eyed brunette could not have anticipated the myriad delights that would come her way. Things like this just didn't happen in the real world – and yet, they had. For a few weeks, Vikki walked around in a fog, a stupor that only lifted when she had to work, run errands or do some other mundane task. Aside from that, Vikki was running on autopilot. Her brain had experienced some kind of sensory overload and just when she thought she had dealt with all the elements of her new life, something else came along to rock her world. She wouldn't have changed one solitary second of it. The first little chink in the divorcee's armor had been discovered by her friend Diane. They had met back in college and become fast friends first, then roommates. Diane's cool, pale beauty attracted attention wherever she walked and she had a presence that Vikki dearly wished she could emulate. Instead, she accompanied Diane and made sure to bask in her friend's glory by carving out her own niche as the smart, cuddly, funny friend. She found her own admirers and made sure they got the opportunities many of them relished. Vikki liked to live in the moment. That philosophy worked for her because she was able to attract the BMOC, something even sexy, cool blonde Diane had not been able to do. Ralph hung on Vikki's every word and whatever she wanted, he got for her. At first, she thought it was to get her help with his studies, but it wasn't. "Marry me and you can go to night classes," He begged Vikki. "I want us to have a family and I make enough from my Dad's video chain stores to support us in style." Of course, when it all started going sour about 6 years ago, Ralph blamed everyone but himself. He hadn't kept up with the trends. One chain survived by becoming a specialty store, an eclectic mix of films available nowhere else in town. Ralph should have seen that wave coming. He and his father sold off the business and went into another venue, a small, family diner that took up most of their time. It didn't interest Vikki, who was on her way to her degree. She and Ralph fought bitterly and she moved out, taking the girls with her. During her separation, Diane made a small confession. "I'm glad you're divorcing him," The tall, cool blonde smiled, taking Vikki's hand. "He wasn't good enough for someone as vibrant and as sexy as you are." Upon saying that, she leaned close to Vikki and gave her a kiss. This was not the gentle, reassuring kiss a friend would give, but a kiss that indicated want and desire. Vikki should have been fighting it, this woman was her closest friend and she didn't want to ruin their ... but by now, she already had her arms around Diane's back and was kissing as heatedly as she was being kissed. Vikki was stunned at her own reaction and somewhat shaken by it. She thought that she should stop this, so why was she letting Diane take her hand and lead her upstairs to her bedroom? Why was she watching the cool, ice-pale blonde peel back the sheets of the bed and smile over at her? Why was she trembling in anticipation as Diane unbuttoned her blouse and slid her skirt down to the floor? Why did she find her friend so eerily erotic standing there in black lingerie and heels. Why, oh why dear Lord, did she yearn so much to kiss every square inch of Diane's bared flesh and feel it tingle under her lips? Diane slid into the bed and patted the mattress. A large part of Vikki told her to stop this now, yes, that would be the sensible thing to do. She didn't listen to that part of herself; she got out of her own clothes and slid into bed beside her friend. Diane pulled her close and kissed her warmly as she stroked the small of Vikki's back. "I feel so inadequate next to you," Vikki murmured. Diane wasn't having that. "Don't be ridiculous," She told her friend in her lightly-accented voice. I adore you; you've had 3 lovely girls and still have a sexy body. You're in good shape, you've got the yummiest tits – I've always wanted to suck them – a great ass and you look so sexy in high heels. I've always known we'd look beautiful together, look over there, in the mirror – don't you see, I'm right." The view that stared back at Vikki was as lovely as Diane had told her it would be. They did look hot together, sensual and erotic. "Oh God," She murmured before Diane's lips were once again crushed to her own. Diane's hands flew over Vikki's trembling body, making the brunette shake with feelings that were oh-so new to her. She didn't stop Diane; she knew that she was too far gone. Her senses were swimming and as Diane peeled off Vikki's bra, a thought occurred to her. "You said you'd always wanted to suck my tits," She breathed. "There they are, you gorgeous blonde bitch – suck them, be bold, bite my nipples, God, I'm so fucking turned on!" Diane purred "That's good lover, because this is only the beginning. Starting tonight, we're going to unlock all of your erotic potential. The world is going to see a new Vikki; she's naughty and does what she likes. Let me lick your body and then I can teach you all sorts of new tricks." Vikki was highly receptive to all of Diane's overtures. The 35-year old blonde had an agile tongue and a deviant mind and used both to bring Vikki to new heights of erotic passion. Her tongue dipped and swirled and went deep into the crevasses of Vikki's body, extracting the juices of her passion. Vikki whimpered and clutched Diane's head tightly as the blonde lapped at her bared cunt. She didn't let up until Vikki had experienced 2 incredible, pussy-numbing orgasms. "Oh God, my husband never made me cum like that," Vikki panted as she sat up in bed. Diane came alongside her and kissed her, letting Vikki taste a bit of herself. "Most men aren't as good as they should be when it comes to oral lovemaking," Diane smiled. "There are exceptions though, you'll probably find out some time." "Just the same, I'm glad all three of my girls are away at sleepovers," Vikki sighed. "I wouldn't want to have to explain all those naughty noises Mommy was just making." "You might not have to explain," Diane grinned evilly. "Your girls are all young women now and lots of things happen at 'sleepovers', darling. I used to go to a lot of them and had a few at my home as well." "Oh?" Vikki asked. "Didn't you worry about your mother overhearing you?" Diane gave her girlfriend a winsome smile and said nothing more. She pulled Vikki back down on the bed and began kissing her again. This time, she whispered encouraging words to her friend, urging her to explore, to touch and to taste. Vikki was nervous for a little while, but little by little, nerves were overcome by desire. Once her lips touched female flesh, Vikki could not have stopped had she wanted to – which she didn't. Vikki changed that night. She allowed herself to feel all the new desires she was experiencing them without repressing them. She licked pussy and she sucked tits, she fingered her lover's ass and promised that next time, she would let Diane use a vibrator and fuck her with it. She experienced so much in that night of passion that she knew she would never again be the same person. When Diane went home the next morning, Vikki's entire body ached from her physical exertions and she wouldn't have given up a second of it. As she was lingering over a much-needed cup of coffee, Vikki remembered that her sister Holly was coming to lunch that afternoon. She opened some windows to air out the funk of hot sex and threw her sheets into the washing machine. Vikki was glad that she was a bit of a neat freak so that she only had to do a bit of vacuuming and light dusting before her sister arrived at noon. Holly showed up a few minutes early and gave her sister a big hug. "You look terrific," Vikki told her kid sister. "I like that outfit and the new hair." At 37, the newly-blonde Holly could easily have passed for 25. In a pink, lacy blouse and short black skirt with heels, she looked fresh and feminine. "I always want to look nice when I come to see my gorgeous big sister," Holly smiled. "As for the hair, I've always wanted to try blonde. It seems to be working; everyone at work has been flirting with me like crazy." "Oh, I'm sure not everyone," Diane teased. "Yes, everyone," Holly shot back without even blinking. "You look great yourself, you're almost glowing. What's going on? Some new guy I should be hearing about?" Vikki avoided the question skillfully by saying "I've made a nice quiche and salad for lunch, some on, let's eat! I'm starved!" The two sisters lunched together, had a few glasses of nice wine and chatted about their lives. If Vikki thought her sister had forgotten her earlier question, she was very much mistaken. "So, when are you going to tell me what's got you all happy and bubbly-like?" Holly probed. Maybe it was the wine that had loosened her tongue or perhaps it was simply the fact that she and Holly had always been close and rarely kept things from each other, but Vikki decided that she would tell Holly the truth. "If you can promise to keep this between you and I, I'll tell you why I feel so free and alive," She breathed. "Okay, don't keep a girl in suspense," Holly said excitedly. "I promise I'll keep your secret, spill it!" "I slept with – no, that's not right – I had sex with another woman last night," Vikki confessed to her sister. Holly's hand flew to her mouth as she let out a loud squeal. Her baby-blue eyes went wide as she tried to contain her delight. "NO! Oh, how awesome! Who was it? Tell me, I HAVE to know!" "You're not surprised or shocked by this?" Vikki asked, somewhat taken aback at her sister's reaction. "Hell no, you finally joined the winning team, good for you," Holly laughed. "Are you saying that you've ...?" "Slept with another woman? Sure Sis, loads of times, more women then men, actually," Holly confessed. "You're avoiding the question, who was it, who was it?" Vikki was still trying to process all of this while she told her sister "Okay, it was Diane." "Your girlfriend Diane? Whoa, nice going Sis, I wish I'd known she was into girls, I might have gone after her myself," Holly sighed. "I wish my first time had been with someone that hot, although she wasn't too bad." "I still can't believe you're bi, I never even suspected," Vikki said, pouring more wine – a lot more wine – into her glass. "Okay, seeing as we're playing true confessions, who was your first?" "Remember Miss Brooks?" "Gertrude Brooks, the English teacher? Sure I do ... you don't mean ... fuck, she was so stuff and prissy looking," Vikki gasped. "All an act babe to hide the fact that she was a hard-core lipstick lesbian," Holly told her sister. "Under those ugly clothes and those horn-rimmed glasses, she had a body almost as good as a Playboy centerfold. She used to pin her hair back, but when it was down, it was a rich, chestnut color, almost like yours. Mmm, what a body and boy, did she know how to use it," Holly remembered. "A 16-year old girl couldn't have asked for a better introduction to lesbian sex," She smiled. "Sixteen?" Vikki said, startled once again. "You've known you were bi-sexual since you were sixteen?" "Fuck no, I knew I was bi when I was fourteen," Holly laughed. "I just didn't do anything about it until Miss Brooks made a pass at me after class. She said she could tell I really wanted it and she was right," Holly told her sister. "We continued our fling right up until I left for college, even after for a while." "You knew that far back? Good for you," Vikki told Holly. "So, if you knew, how did you know?" "I had a huge crush on someone, someone really hot and I couldn't do anything about it," Holly continued. "I was glad that Miss Brooks came on to me because I finally had an outlet and could enjoy sexual relations," She sighed. "You had a crush on someone, who was it?" Vikki asked. "Someone from school, some hot girl or cheerleader? The prom queen, Marcie what's-her-name?" Holly shook her head. "No – it was you. There you were, sleeping almost totally naked in the bed across from mine and so many times I wanted to get out of my bed and crawl into yours and feel your body against mine, but I didn't dare risk it," Holly almost groaned. "You drove me crazy then, my gorgeous older sister." "Wow and I always thought my blonde baby sister was so cute and sexy," Vikki laughed. "Funny how things worked out, huh?" "I still have a crush on you," Holly blurted out. "I still think you're gorgeous, I'm almost as jealous of Diane with you as I am of you with Diane. Don't freak out, okay?" Vikki smiled. "I'm not freaked out sweetie, I think my little sister is lovely," She said. Holly seized the day. She reached out and pulled her sister close and kissed her with a gently pliant tongue. It wormed its way into Vikki's mouth and once again, the sensual brunette felt herself succumbing to forbidden passions. Only this was worse, wasn't it? It was her sister, that made it incest. As she realized she had yet to break the kiss, she also realized that she no longer cared about the taboo. She pulled Holly closer and let her own tongue tangle with Holly's. "Wow," Holly said when she broke away and could finally breathe. "I just lived out one of my longest-held fantasies. Am I wrong to hope that we might both be on the same page?" "You're not," Vikki told her sister, looking into Holly's shining blue eyes. "My heart is thumping, but how can we do this? We're sisters!" "How can we not?" Holly's responded to Vikki. "I know if I don't act on these feelings I'm having right now, I'll regret it for a long, long time. Who would we be hurting?" Vikki couldn't formulate a rational answer. Who indeed? They certainly had the time, the girls wouldn't be home for hours yet and they both wanted it. Their desire was also based on love and Holly was as sexy as Diane, with lovely differences as well. Without saying another word, Vikki took her sister's hand and led her upstairs to the bed where she had earlier copulated with Diane. Vikki giggled as if she were a bundle of nerves, but made short work of her tight black skirt and pink blouse. The lingerie underneath was also pink, sheer and very skimpy. Against Holly's tanned skin, it looked feminine and lovely. Vikki walked towards her younger sister and kissed her again, harder and with some of the new skills she had learned from Diane. Holly was kissing her back and Vikki found herself thrilling to the forbidden pleasure of having incestuous desires for her younger sister. "This is so naughty," Vikki giggled again. "I know, that's what makes it exciting," Holly breathed. "Let me help you out of your clothes, but keep on your high heels, please? I always think you look so sexy in heels, you have great legs – fuck that, you have great everything, great ass and gorgeous tits. I wish my tits were as nice as yours!" Vikki shimmied out of her tight white pants and removed her blouse. For a reason she didn't know, she had worn nicer lingerie than normal, as if sensing a little afternoon delight might be coming her way. Her lingerie was black and lacy and very feminine. "You have nice legs and what are you talking about? Your tits are gorgeous, here, let me show you!" Vikki nuzzled her sister's gorgeous breasts and sucked a pink nipple through the bra. Holly clutched her sister's head close and groaned. "Oh dear God, I never dreamed it would be this nice," Holly sighed, giving full voice to the emotions she was feeling. "I hope the rest of the afternoon is this nice and if it is, you and I are going to make a regular thing of this," She groaned. Vikki hadn't thought that far ahead yet but from the way her own body was responding to kissing and caressing her sister, she couldn't see why not. She was turning into a bit of a slut for lesbian sex, but so what? She wasn't going to get pregnant and she was thrilled that the dry spell was over. Now she had two sexy women to slake her sexual thirsts, both yummy blondes that knew their way around a woman's body. It that made her a slut, a slut she would happily be! Vikki yanked her sister close and they tumbled to the bed, laughing and kissing. Vikki had kept her heels on, as had Holly and they threw their legs over one another. Tangled together, mouths seeking tongues and soft lips, they kissed and stroked each other's hair. Their hands slid all over each other's bodies, touching and exploring, not yet fondling or being too daring. They were on a journey together, dancing sweetly in the erotic ballet that was their joined lesbian sex. Surprising even herself, it was Vikki that made the first move, unclasping her sister's bra and throwing it to the ground. She sucked a cotton-candy pink nipple between her lips and heard a hiss coming from Holly's lips. It felt sexy and rubbery under her lips, Vikki switched to the other one. Holly groaned and held her sister's head close to her body before finally allowing Vikki to slip away. "I know we shouldn't be doing this," Vikki said to her sister in a voice so husky with lust that she almost didn't recognize it "But God, I want to." "That's so wonderful to hear," Holly smiled as she tugged her sister close. "I want to suck those fuckin' great tits of yours and then, I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg for mercy!" "What if I don't be for mercy, huh bitch?" Vikki teased. "Whatcha gonna do then?" "Lick your cunt some more baby and make you cum until you can't cum anymore!" Holly giggled. "We might be here until tomorrow then," Vikki sighed as her sister began kissing her way down her prone body. "The girls would wonder why I hadn't made dinner or what those noises from upstairs are." "I'm sure they know what sex sounds like," Holly said as she lifted her head from Vikki's stomach. "Michelle likely does, she's old enough." Vikki wasn't sure, she hadn't talked with her girls about their dating habits or such matters in a while. She promised herself that tonight or tomorrow afternoon, which was Saturday, she would have a nice conversation with the girls. She had always been open with her daughters and thought if her relationship with Diane was evolving, she might need to be open about her bi-sexuality, especially if Diane was going to sleep over in her bed. The girls would think nothing of aunt Holly spending the night with Vikki in bed, she had done that several times before. The times Diane had slept over, she had always slept in one of the girls' rooms and one of them had slept downstairs on the couch or all together in Michelle's large bed. As she tried to formulate more rational thoughts, Vikki found herself unable to do that. Her sister's mouth, so soft and skillful, was now buried deep in her pussy and was doing such lovely things to her. Diane was wonderful and skilled, Holly was no less so. Her tongue slid along the groove of Vikki's neatly-trimmed cunt and just when Vikki thought she couldn't take much more, Holly got even hotter. Her hands were not idle either, they roamed her sister's body and touched her in the most intimate of ways. Vikki had barely had a chance to caress her younger sibling and already experienced two climaxes at the tongue and fingers of gorgeous blonde Holly. Vikki knew that this simply would not do. If she was to embrace this new lifestyle, including the incest with her sister, she wanted to be looked upon as an equal partner. She flipped her sister on her back and showed Holly that she had learned well from Diane. In just one short evening, Vikki had become an ardent devotee of Sapphic lovemaking. She loved her sister's gorgeous, yummy titties but the true object of desire was pussy. Lovely, sweet cunt, she craved it like candy. Her mouth gobbled Holly's cunt and she thrilled to the music that was Holly's cries of passion. Holly's slim body thrashed about the bed and Vikki equaled the orgasms that Holly had provided to her. The loving sisters finished about 45 minutes before Vikki's daughters came home. Tina and Elissa were all smiles, giggles and gossip, but Michelle didn't have much to say. Her oldest was always an introspective child, but Vikki sensed that something was on Michelle's mind. She looked at her girls, all so young and attractive, even a bit sexy. Her body began warming again and her nipples stiffened as she remembered the afternoon with Holly. She looked at all three of her lovely daughters once more. Oh no, she couldn't ... Could she ...? |