Staying with Aunt Cath Pt. 05

This is the final part, (the climax?) of this series. Thank you to everyone who has read the other episodes and 'liked' them. Most importantly, thank you to everyone who has left a comment. If you're simply a reader here, (and I was, for years,) then you might not realise how valued your comments are; but they really are hugely important. So please comment; I love to read them.

I hope you enjoy this fifth and final part of Cath and Jenny's story.

"Look, Cath; I know we've had our differences but Jenny seems to have blossomed so much in her year with you; so I just wanted to come and spend a few days with you both and to thank you. You didn't have to take her in and I realise now what a big commitment it was; well, still is; so, what do you think?" Cath was doing that comedic thing of holding the phone away from her ear and mouthing 'Oh My God' at no one in particular.

"Cheryl, we'd love to have you stay, honestly. There's only two beds and mine is the biggest so you'll have to share with your big sister, I'm afraid," Cath said.

"That's fine, love," Cheryl replied, "I mean; you don't bite, do you?" Cheryl laughed at her joke. Cath mouthed to her imaginary audience, 'Well, not on the first date, no.'

"That's settled then," Cath said, "Send me some dates for a Friday, Saturday stay and I'll get back to you."

"Will do. Bye Cath, bye." Cheryl ended the call and looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. It had taken her weeks to drum up the courage to make that call and she was really proud of herself that she had finally done it.

In her kitchen, Cath put down her phone and said out loud,

"Well, bugger me."

"Your Mum wants to come and stay for a weekend," Cath said over her shoulder as she was cooking. Jenny was sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through her phone.

"Wow!" Jenny said, "That must have been an interesting call?" Cath laughed,

"To be honest, I really felt for her. I know how much she regrets what she said; and did; so it must have taken a lot of courage to ring her big sister like that. So; what do you think?" Cath asked.

"Where will she sleep?" Jenny asked.

"With me, love. Don't worry; it'll just be for two nights and it'll be fun. We can show her the sights, have breakfast at Frankie's and drink loads of wine; how's that?" Cath asked.

Jenny had got up from the table and was now behind her Aunt. She wrapped her arms around Cath's waist and hugged her close, kissing her neck.

"It sounds great. It'll give you two some time to talk through what happened," Jenny replied.

Cath turned around and held her niece's head in her hands.

"It will, darling; it will." Cath closed her eyes and kissed Jenny, softly, on the lips. Jenny responded, opening her mouth to turn the kiss into something much more passionate. Their tongues met and the kiss became sexy, Jenny moving her hands to Cath's tits. After a few seconds, Cath broke the kiss,

"Do you think we can keep our hands off each other for 48 hours?" she whispered.

"Not a chance," Jenny replied, and they both laughed.

"Hey, girls; grab that table by the window; I'll be with you in a bit," Frankie said, the next morning. Cath and Jenny sat down and watched flying around her cafe.

"How are you both? Frankie said when she got to their table.

"Good thanks, lovely. We'll have our usual and a chat with you later, if that's okay," Cath said.

"Perfect," Frankie said, writing down their order and racing off to the kitchen. They ate their breakfast and drank their coffee and, as the breakfast rush eased, Frankie pulled up a chair and sat down with them.

"This is getting ridiculous," Frankie said, "I need help on Saturday morning. I can't clear the tables fast enough to get people seated, so they go somewhere else."

"I'll ask around campus," Jenny said, "there must be some people who need a weekend job."

"Bless you, darling; that would be great," Frankie said, "now, what did you want to talk about?"

"Jenny's Mum is coming to stay in a few weeks," Cath said.

"Fuck," Frankie said, "how is that going to work?" Cath laughed,

"It'll be fine, love. We'll be extra careful and we'll bring her here for breakfast on the Saturday. Just don't mention your porn life; it'll just complicate things too much," Cath replied. Frankie nodded, thoughtfully.

"When is it?" she asked.

"14th, 15th," Cath said.

Ten days later, Cath phoned Cheryl to give her the details.

"Hi love, you okay? Good. Okay, here's the details. Get to mine around 3 on Friday afternoon. I'll cook, Friday night. Saturday, we'll do breakfast at my friend's cafe, Frankie's. Then, we'll give you the Brighton tour, back here, and we'll get a takeaway for Saturday night. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good," Cheryl replied, "do you need me to bring anything?"

"Wine, love; bring wine," Cath said. They laughed together.

"Oh, I can do that," Cheryl said, "I'll see you on Friday, then."

Friday morning was a whirlwind at Cath's house; cleaning, tidying, shopping and

checking; Cath meticulously went through every room looking for any evidence of her and Jenny's sexual relationship. Satisfied that everything was as it should be she felt more relaxed about her sister's impending visit. Jenny came back from the supermarket with the shopping and the two of them unloaded her car and went through Cath's list;

"I got everything, Cath, and I think it's all the right stuff," Jenny said, hoping she hadn't messed up.

"You did well, young Jenny," Cath announced, triumphantly crossing the final item off her list. She grinned at her niece;

"Come on, help me put this lot away and we can get ready to go and pick your Mum up."

An hour later they were at the train station scanning the people stepping off the train that Cheryl should be on. Cath spotted her first and waved; her sister waved back. She was dressed in a red sleeveless top which was cut low enough to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage but not so low as to look slutty. She wore tight, white jeans and strappy sandals with everything topped off by a pair of Oakley sunglasses. Cath thought she looked ten years younger than her forty years. She was pulling a small suitcase and had a red handbag over her shoulder. Jenny ran forward and hugged her as Cheryl kissed her on the cheek, finally leaning back and looking at her daughter before kissing her on the lips;

"You look fantastic, Jen," Cheryl said, looking her daughter up and down, "the sea air obviously suits you." They hugged again and Jenny took the suitcase. Cath held out her arms, hoping that Cheryl would accept the embrace. She did. They held each tight for a few seconds, no words passing between them yet a thousand unsaid thoughts hanging in the air. Cath kissed her younger sister on the cheek then Cheryl kissed Cath on the lips, holding her sister's face in her hands and holding the kiss for longer than was normal.

"I'm so sorry," Cheryl whispered, "I've been an idiot and I want to make it up to you this weekend." She kissed Cath's lips again, a perfectly innocent kiss and Cath pulled her back in for a hug. She was so pleased that things were back to normal between them; as the two eldest of the three sisters, they had been incredibly close for all of Cheryl's life, so the past few years had hurt Cath more than she would admit to Jenny, or herself for that matter.

They all got into Jenny's car for the short journey to the house; a journey filled with chatter and laughter.

"I'd forgotten how light and airy your house is," Cheryl said as she sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. They had been out for a walk around some of the places that Jenny had wanted to show her Mum, saving Frankie's for tomorrow morning. It was now late afternoon and they had opened a bottle of white wine before Cath started cooking dinner.

"Thank you," Cath said, sitting down next to her, "I'm really settled here."

"You'd tell me if having Jenny here is a problem, wouldn't you?" Cheryl said.

"Hello? Mum?" Jenny interrupted, "You know I'm stting here, right?"

"Cheryl, it isn't a problem. She's great company and she's good to have around," Cath said, "we have fun, don't we love?" Jenny nodded and smiled, not trusting herself to say something that wasn't packed with innuendo.

"Well, she certainly seems to have grown up this past year," Cheryl replied, "so you must be doing something right." Cath smiled at her sister and they clinked glasses.

"Right, you two," Cath said, "bugger off and make yourselves beautiful; I'm cooking."

Jenny and Cheryl went upstairs; Cheryl to Cath's room and Jenny to hers. She sat on the bed enjoying the last of her glass of wine, when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Jenny said and her mother peered around the door;

"Can we talk for a minute?" Cheryl asked, closing the door behind her.

"Of course," Jenny replied, patting the bed beside her. Cheryl sat down;

"Do you think Cath has forgiven me? Cheryl asked. Jenny smiled;

"She forgave you a long time ago, Mum; you just didn't notice," Jenny replied. Cheryl smiled at her daughter;

"When did you get so grown up?" she asked. Jenny smiled;

"Here, Uni, Brighton," she replied, "it's a big thing, doing all of this in one year; but I couldn't have done half of it without Cath." Cheryl smiled,

"I'm so glad you're happy, love," Cheryl said, stroking her daughter's face. Jenny blew her a kiss and Cheryl blew one back.

"Right," Cheryl said, "can I have a shower first?"

"Of course, Mum," Jenny replied, tenderly. Cheryl stood up and opened the door;

"I'll be lickety split, pumpkin," she said over her shoulder. Jenny smiled at the silly phrase. She hadn't heard her Mum use it for years.

Five minutes later, Jenny could hear her Mum humming in the shower. She picked up her phone and texted Cath.

'U ok?'

'Sure, u?'

'She's v happy.'

'Good. Wot abt u?"

'Happy she's happy xxx'

Jenny put down her phone and got stripped down to her underwear;

"All yours, Jen," Cheryl called and Jenny walked to the bathroom and took her shower.

Cath opened the door to her bedroom and stopped for a moment. Her sister was standing in the middle of the room, naked, and was towelling her hair. Her tits looked amazing and Cath realised that, with everything going on, she'd forgotten how gorgeous Cheryl was.

"Fuck me, sis," Cath said, "I'd almost forgotten." She closed the door behind her. Cheryl turned, taken by surprise.

"Forgotten what? Cherl asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Forgotten how fucking gorgeous you are, you bitch," Cath said. Cheryl laughed but then looked at herself in the full length mirror. She smiled at herself. She knew she worked hard to keep her figure and that Steve was always complimenting her on her tits or her arse; or both; but that was his job as a loving husband. To hear it from her big sister, her heroine, was something special. Cath put her hands around Cheryl's waist, looking at the two of them in the mirror.

"You always were the looker," she whispered, her breath hot on Cheryl's ear, "but I really think you're better looking now than you were twenty years ago." Cath kissed her sister on the cheek, staring into her eyes in the mirror. They stood, frozen together, looking at each other; Cath's hands now on Cheryl's hips and moving up the sides of her body.

"Shower's free," Jenny called from her bedroom door and Cath let go, smacking Cheryl's arse.

"Saved by the bell, gorgeous," Cath said, slipping out of the door. Cheryl didn't move for several minutes, staring at her reflection in the mirror and wondering what had just happened.

By the time Cath came back in, Cheryl was wearing a red bra and a black knee-length skirt which had a zip in the front, from top to bottom. Cheryl was bending forward, pulling the zip up a few inches from the bottom.

"Keep going," Cath said, towelling her hair. Cheryl looked up. Cath was wearing a fluffy robe which was gaping at the top, allowing a view of her considerable cleavage.

"Keep going," Cath said, more insistently this time, "it's sexy. You should do sexy more often." Cheryl didn't know what to say so she just poked her tongue at her big sister. Cath laughed. She turned to her wardrobe and let the robe fall to the floor. Cheryl looked her sister up and down from behind.

"Mmm," she said, "not bad for an old girl." Cath turned her head and poked her tongue out. It was Cheryl's turn to burst out laughing. She watched as Cath put on a black bra and lacy black knickers. Then she stepped into a blue miniskirt and put on a red blouse. She did it up as far as two buttons from the top, looked at herself in the mirror and undid one button, exposing the lace at the top of the bra. She sat on the edge of the bed and put on her wedge sandals, watching Cheryl pull on a low cut red silk top before stepping into black shoes with a low heel. They each applied some make-up and dried their hair, teasing it into shape. Finally, Cheryl turned to Cath;

"Will I do?" Cheryl asked.

"Good enough to eat," Cath replied.

When the sisters got downstairs they found Jenny setting the table. She was wearing a little black dress, sleeveless and short, with strappy heels on her feet. Her hair was down and she wore some makeup and red lipstick.

"Fuck, Jen; you look gorgeous," Cath exclaimed, suddenly realising what she'd said and hoping that Cheryl wouldn't notice. Cheryl looked her daughter up and down and said;

"Cath's right, darling; I can't believe how grown up you look; and your legs! I'd kill to have legs that good," Cheryl said.

"Nonsense, Cheryl; you've always had great legs," Cath said, "especially tonight; that split in the skirt really shows them off." Cheryl smiled at her sister and kissed her, quickly, on the lips.

"Thanks for doing that, Jen," Cath said, "but there one thing missing." Jenny scoured the table, checking cutlery, crockery and glassware, condiments and sauces. She looked at her Aunt, her brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"There's no wine in those glasses, girl," Cath said, triumphantly; "come on, you're slipping." Cheryl looked at her sister in surprise at her tone; but Cath was grinning from ear to ear, and Jenny was laughing. Cheryl suddenly understood the playful ribbing but also understood the ease there was in their relationship; that her daughter and her big sister had become completely relaxed in each other's company and she was so happy to see it.

Jenny filled the glasses and Cath began to serve up their dinner.

The wine flowed and the food was delicious; the conversation was driven by Jenny wanting to know about her Aunt and Mother's teenage relationships, quizzing them about boyfriends and winking at Cath.

Cheryl was having a great time. She felt terrific, and it wasn't just the wine. Praise from her big sister and pride in how her daughter looked had given her a natural high; and she felt good in how she looked herself. Cath's comment about looking sexy had rung a bell with her; when did she stop wanting to look sexy, to turn Steve on with the way she dressed? When she sat down at the table she undid the zip on her skirt a bit more, knowing that it would show plenty of thigh when she stood up. Then she pulled her top down a little so that more of the lace on the top of her bra was visible. She caught Cath looking at her and smiling, and felt a rush of pleasure. She looked across at Jenny; looked at this beautiful young woman in her black dress with her hair down; and wondered how she and Steve had produced this poised, vibrant woman. Cheryl knew she had her sister to thank for some of that; Jenny had grown up a lot in her first year in Brighton, certainly; but there was something else which Cheryl couldn't quite put her finger on. Cheryl found her mind wandering; wondering about her daughter's sex life and whether she had met many boys in her year, whether she'd had any relationships or if she'd indulged in any casual sex. Cheryl didn't think that her daughter was promiscuous but the growing up she'd done might have changed that. She decided to have a mother-daughter talk at some point over the weekend.

"Mum," Jenny said. Cheryl was suddenly back in the room.

"Sorry, love; miles away. What did you say? Cheryl asked. Cath grinned at her sister, knowing the question she'd missed would surprise her.

"I was asking how much sex you were having when you were my age," Jenny said.

"What?" Cheryl asked, slightly shocked at the question, "It's none of your business, thank you." Cath laughed, knowing that her sister had been side-swiped but also knowing that Jenny would not let it go.

"Hold on," Jenny said, "we were talking about relationships and Cath was saying how she'd only had two boyfriends by the time she was nineteen."

Cheryl looked at her sister, open mouthed;

"You lying cow!" she shouted.

"What?" Cath replied, trying to look indignant but failing, miserably.

"Tell her what your nickname was at school," Cheryl demanded, grinning herself now;

"I don't remember having a nickname," Cath said.

"24," Cheryl shouted, pointing at her sister;

"24? I don't get it?" Jenny said. Cath and Cheryl giggled like schoolgirls.

"24 hours; open all night," Cheryl said triumphantly. Jenny laughed now, finally getting the implication of the name.

"Okay, Mum; what about you?" Jenny asked.

"Ah, yes Cheryl; what about you?" Cath said, leaning towards her sister and wagging a finger at her. Cheryl made a face at her which made them both laugh.

"I don't remember how many..." she said,

"Because there were so many, you little slut," Cath interrupted.

"No, no; because I just don't remember," Cheryl said defensively, unable to keep a straight face.

"Okay, let me," Cath said, "Paul Wilson; Brian somebody; Terry the football bloke..." she was counting off the names on her fingers; "Mark, Mark; you know, the one Dad hated, um, oh, there was Stuart; oh I liked Stuart, he was cute,"

"Mark? I don't remember a Mark;" Cheryl said.

"Had the motorbike; always smelled of oil; dirty fingernails. Dad didn't like him at all. I remember coming home from work and Dad was chasing him down the road." Cheryl laughed,

"Oh, God! Mark Sutton; bloody hell, what was I thinking?" Cheryl exclaimed, laughing with her sister. "I'd have dumped him but he annoyed Dad and so I stood up for him," Cheryl said, shaking her head. "He wasn't even a good shag!"

Cath's laughter was now out of control and tears began to run down her face. Jenny was laughing too, enjoying the exchanges between the two women.

"What about your Italian bloke, Cath?" Cheryl demanded.

"Italian?" Jenny asked.

"Yes, she went out with this Italian waiter; Paolo? She met him in London and he had a car,"

"He was 23 and I was 19. Fuck, he was gorgeous; had his own flat. I felt so grown up going out with him. Every other girl couldn't take their eyes off him. Trouble was, he couldn't take his eyes off them either."

"Were you jealous?" Jenny asked.

"Not so much jealous as insecure, I suppose," Cath said, gazing wistfully out of the window. The room was quiet for a few seconds;

"A fantastic fuck, though," Cath said, "could keep going for hours." Jenny and her Mum exploded, laughing so hard that they both began to cry, tears streaming down their faces. When Jenny finally recovered her composure she asked her Aunt,

"What happened?"

Cath smiled at her niece,

"I caught him in bed with my best friend, actually fucking her when I walked in the room," she said.

"Oh, Cath; what did you do?" Jenny asked, tenderly.

"I threw my shoe at him; hit him on the side of the head and drew blood. I remember being so proud of myself."

"What about your friend?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, she was down the stairs and out the door before I realised," Cath said,

"And what happened with him?" Jenny asked.

"She kicked him in the balls and left him to it," Cheryl interrupted, "found out he'd fucked about a dozen of her friends."

"I was surprised he hadn't fucked you to be honest," Cath said, grinning at her sister.

"I was 14!" Cheryl said.

"14 going on 18," Cath said, "you had legs up to here and a great arse; he'd have fucked you in a heartbeat, given half a chance." The two sisters laughed again and Jenny sat back, watching the sisters and grinning to herself.

They sat in the lounge with the lights out and some candles flickering. Cath put on some Paul Simon and she and her sister sat together on the sofa, sipping their wine and reminiscing. Jenny sat in the chair just listening to the conversation and enjoying the evening. As it got later, Cheryl shifted her position and lay with her head in Cath's lap. Cath began to gently massage her sister's head and neck; they looked so at ease with each other that Jenny decided this must have been a ritual from their youth.

Cheryl put her hand on Cath's thigh and began to stroke it, tracing circles with her fingers. Cath continued to massage Cheryl's temple, applying small amounts of pressure, as if trying to ease away a headache. Cheryl's skirt had ridden up and the open zip was now at the top of her thighs. Jenny stared, trying to catch a glimpse of her Mum's knickers and realising she was getting turned on. Conversation had now stopped and the room was silent except for Paul Simon singing Train in the Distance. Cath had her head back on the back of the sofa; her eyes closed. Cheryl was still stroking her sister's thigh but she watching her daughter, watching her.

As the song came to an end, Jenny got up and went over to the sofa.

"I'm off to bed," she whispered. She bent down and kissed her mother on the forehead.

"Goodnight, darling," Cheryl whispered back. Jenny went around the back of the sofa and kissed Cath on the lips, making sure that Cheryl was still looking the other way.

"G'night," Jenny said as she started up the stairs. Cheryl listened to her daughter getting ready for bed and heard her light go out.

"I think I'm ready for bed too," Cath whispered. The two sisters blew out the candles, turned off the music and climbed the stairs. Cath undressed while Cheryl sat on the bed, watching her. Cath wriggled out of her skirt first, folding it and putting it on the back of the chair. Then she unbuttoned the blouse and put it on top of the skirt. Next came the black bra which she dropped to the floor. Cheryl got a side-view of her sister's tits with the nipples standing out proudly. Cath picked up a baggy t-shirt from her pillow and put it on over her head. Then she reached under the shirt and pulled down the black, lacy knickers, kicking them off and then picking them up with bra and putting them on the chair.

"I won't be a second," Cath said and went into the bathroom. When she came out her sister was dressed in a little satin pyjama set with shorts and a buttoned jacket.

"All yours," Cath said.

When Cheryl came out of the bathroom, Cath was in bed, the duvet pulled up around her ears. She had turned off the light and turned on the small bedside lamp on Cheryl's side of the bed. Cheryl got into bed, turned off the lamp and snuggled up next to her sister in the dark.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," Cheryl whispered.

"It was good, wasn't it?" Cath replied, "you looked great; I'm glad you undid the zip a bit more; it was sexy. You should do sexy more often; it suits you."

"Do you really think so?" Cheryl asked, unable to take the simple compliment.

"I do," Cath replied, "we should go shopping and get you some nice lingerie. You'd be amazed how good lovely underwear can make you feel."

"I think I'd like that," Cheryl replied. There was a long silence while Cheryl thought about the kind of lingerie she'd like and Cath thought about her sister wearing it.

Eventually, it was Cheryl who spoke.

"What's it like?" she asked.

"What's what like?" Cath asked, unsure if they were still talking about underwear.

"With a woman. What's it like with another woman?" Cheryl asked. Cath paused, unsure of how to respond.

"Why d'you want to know?" Cath whispered.

"I'm curious, I suppose," Cheryl replied, "I have been for a while." There was silence in the darkness. Cath could feel her heart beating and hear it in her ears.

"It's soft; really soft," she whispered, "and slow. Soft and slow and tender."

"Always?" Cheryl asked.

"Oh, no," Cath replied, "some lesbians want to fuck like a man; hard and fast, with a strap-on; but I tend to avoid those. I like a woman who takes her time; who wants me to have as good a time as she wants for herself; those are the best ones."

"Do you still like a man sometimes?" Cheryl asked. Cath could tell that this was the question that had been troubling her sister.

"I do," Cath replied, "I had a great fuck with a man just a few weeks ago. I have to like the guy though; I have to trust him and actually enjoy his company. I just can't screw someone for the sake of it. To be honest, Chez, I like both." Cath paused and thought carefully about how much to reveal;

"And sometimes I like both at the same time," she said, finally. She heard a sharp intake of breath from her sister and smiled to herself in the dark.

"Fuck; you've had a threesome?" Cheryl asked. Cath grinned to herself again, enjoying the shock in her sister's voice;

"Several times," Cath replied; "I even had my first foursome a while back."

"But how does that even happen?" Cheryl asked, exasperated.

"Naturally, love; it happens naturally, when all of you are comfortable and want it to happen; it happens," Cath replied. There was silence again, although Cath could almost hear her sister's brain working overtime. Finally, Cheryl spoke;

"I cannot imagine a situation in my life where that might be even close to happening," she said.

"Maybe not," Cath replied, "but down here things are more relaxed; the gay and bisexual community rub up against everyone else all the time. I have plenty of lesbian friends who I would never fuck in a million years; but they're still my friends. However, if you're at a party and you're all enjoying each other and there are no toes to step on; why not? It's a wonderful thing."

Cheryl lay silent for a few minutes, taking it all in. Suddenly, she turned onto her left side so that she was facing Cath.

"How does it start?" she asked. Cath, still lying on her back, sighed.

"What do you mean, 'how does it start?' " Cath said, slightly frustrated. Cheryl pushed herself up onto her left elbow;

"Come on; you're in bed with a woman; how does it start?" Cheryl asked. Cath burst out laughing, drawing her knees up, her body shaking with the laugh.

"Darling, if I'm in bed with a woman, trust me; it's already started." Cath giggled again.

"Okay, sorry; bad choice of words. How do you give out a signal to another woman that you might be up for sex?" Cheryl asked. Cath turned to look at her sister; their faces were only a few inches apart and she could see how wide Cheryl's eyes were, even in the dark.

"Why d'you want to know?" Cath whispered.

"Because I'm curious," Cheryl whispered back. Cath let a few seconds pass before asking the question she hadn't thought they'd get to;

"How curious?" Cath put her hand on Cheryl's raised shoulder, letting her know that this was an important moment. Cheryl turned her head and kissed the back of her sister's hand. It was a soft kiss but it lingered.

"Very curious," she whispered.

Cath looked at Cheryl for several moments, unsure whether to go further, or if the consequences would be too complicated. Eventually she leaned to her right and kissed her sister, gently, on the lips. It was a soft kiss but it lingered.

"Are you really sure you want to do this, Cheryl?" Cath whispered.

"I've been thinking about it for weeks and I can't get you out of my head," Cheryl replied. Cath leaned in again and kissed her sister, tenderly, on the lips. She felt Cheryl's hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in, and then Cheryl's open mouth kissed her. Cath slid her tongue inside her sister's mouth; probing, urgent; and Cheryl responded. The kiss became more passionate as Cheryl rolled onto her back, pulling Cath with her. Cath pushed herself up onto her knees and without breaking the kiss, put her left hand on Cheryl's chest. The satin material felt sexy under her hand and she soon found Cheryl's nipple, rolling it around underneath the pyjama top. She broke the kiss and undid the top two buttons, easing her hand inside and finding that nipple, now rock-hard, and rubbing it between her fingers.

Cheryl moaned and then whispered;

"Lick them, Cath; please." Cath lowered her head and took the nipple in between her lips, nipping it and sucking it, licking the tip with her tongue and pulling it with her lips. Cheryl squirmed with pleasure, pushing her hips up off the bed and arching her back.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," she said. Cath increased the urgency of her assault on her sister's tits, massaging them in her hand and tweaking the nipples until they could stand out no further. Cheryl undid the other two buttons and pulled her top open, relishing the exposure and Cath's wandering hands. Cath's mouth was suddenly on

hers, the tongue forcing itself to the back of her throat and their saliva mixing in her mouth.

Cath felt turned on like never before. She broke the kiss and was suddenly astride her sister, sitting on Cheryl's mound, her hips grinding into Cheryl as she rubbed her cunt on her sister. Cath moaned as her clit caught the satin material of Cheryl's shorts and she began to massage her cunt, grinding and rubbing it on her the shorts. She could feel her juices flowing freely now and knew she wasn't far off. She felt Cheryl's hands on her tits, pressing and pulling them, pinching the nipples and causing her such intense pleasure.

"Fuck; fuck," Cath whispered through clenched teeth, "I'm cumming;" She moved her hips faster, bucking against Cheryl's groin as her sister pushed up against her. She felt the first flood of orgasm and her whole body shook for a few seconds. She fell foward, her palms either side of Cheryl's shoulders, and kissed her sister passionately. When she broke the kiss, she licked Cheryl's face until her mouth was beside her sister's ear.

Cheryl could feel Cath's hot breath in her ear; then the hard whisper;

"I'm going to lick your cunt."

Cath slid down the bed until her head was between Cheryl's legs. Cath nuzzled into the crotch of the shorts, pushing her nose against the satin and into Cheryl's slit. Cheryl groaned with pleasure;

"Yes; yes, do it," she said. She felt urgent fingers pulling at the satin, pulling it to one side and then hot breath on her cunt; followed by an equally hot tongue. Cath's tongue went from bottom to top of Cheryl's slit, increasing the pressure gradually so that, when it reached the clit, it was pushing and licking against it; hard.

"Oh, fuck Cath," Cheryl moaned, "that's so good." Cheryl pushed Cath's head down into her cunt, grinding her hips to get maximum purchase and pleasure from it. Cath's tongue invaded Cheryl's vagina, her mouth slurping and sucking the juices which their sex had produced. It was Cheryl's turn to bite her lip and whisper;

"Fuck, I'm cumming." She orgasmed harder than she ever had before, the juices almost squirting into Cath's face, which instantly became soaked. Cheryl's body vibrated with the orgasm until she finally relaxed, lifting her knees up but holding onto the back of her sister's head in her groin. Eventually she let go and Cath crawled up the bed and kissed her sister, passing a mouthful of cum into Cheryl"s mouth.

"It's your turn," Cath whispered.

"But I don't know how," Cheryl pleaded.

"Of course you do," Cath replied, "think of the best licking that Steve has ever given you. Think of where you like him to use his tongue on you; maybe he adds fingers; maybe just think of what I did; but you do know how to do it; just do what turns you on." Cath shifted position so as not to give Cheryl time to think. She sat up and, as Cheryl sat up next to her, Cath held her chin and turned her sister's face towards her. She kissed her, her tongue eagerly seeking out Cheryl's and making the kiss more urgent; harder than before. As she she broke off the kiss, she whispered;

"Take off my t-shirt."

Cheryl found the bottom of the baggy top and pulled it up;

"Slowly," Cath hissed, "softly, sensually,"

"Sorry," Cheryl muttered, starting again. She kept her hands in contact with Cath's skin, stopping when she got to her sister's gorgeous tits. She grabbed one in each hand, supporting the t-shirt with her wrists, and began to massage Cath's nipples, gently. Cath moaned and Cheryl felt exhilarated; she was turning her big sister on; the woman she admired more than anyone. Cath leaned forward and kissed Cheryl, sensually, opening her mouth and consuming Cheryl's before breaking the kiss.

"Mmm, you have lovely soft hands," Cath whispered. Cheryl lifted the t-shirt over Cath's head and arms and tossed it on the floor. She ran her hands all over her sister's body, sliding down the bed herself until Cath lay back with her knees up and wide apart. Cheryl slid her finger inside Cath's slit, finding her clit immediately, and rubbing it with the end of her finger, which produced a low moan from Cath. Cheryl licked Cath just below her clit, mixing her saliva with her sister's juices and keeping her finger on the clitoris.

Cath loved the feel of her sister's tongue; it was soft and long and Cheryl used long strokes to stimulate her juices. Suddenly, a finger entered her cunt;

"Ooh, that's it; right there," Cath said, encouraging her sister. A second finger joined the first and Cath could feel the two digits cross over each other and then twist;

"Oh, fuck," she said, trying not to shout, "keep doing that." Cheryl increased the speed of her finger on Cath's clit and used her two fingers in a screwing motion; right then left; pushing further into Cath's cunt. Cath lifted her hips momentarily and the change of angle meant that her sister's fingers suddenly pushed upwards and penetrated up to the second knuckles; and Cath screamed.

"Oh, Chez; fuck, I'm coming."

Cheryl was as turned on as she could ever remember; pleasuring a woman was such a new sensation; knowing what would give her pleasure and then trying it out on her partner was so sexy. The fact that her sexual partner was her big sister made the feeling mind-blowing.

Cheryl withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, licking and sucking until she could feel the flow of juices increase and then, suddenly, Cath was cumming. The flood became a torrent, filling Cheryl's tongue, then her mouth until she couldn't contain it as it dribbled from the corners and down her chin. She kept on licking; pushing her tongue further inside and then sucking at the cum as it flowed.

Cath's hips bucked and she pushed them forward, involuntarily, into her sister's face. The sudden friction spurred them both on and Cath rubbed herself against Cheryl's nose and mouth as her cum lubricated both of them. Slowly, Cath's orgasm began to subside and she relaxed her hips, sinking back down onto the bed. She leant forward and pulled Cheryl's neck, encouraging her sister to come up to her level. She pulled Cheryl into a full kiss, her own cum on her sister's face making it a sloppy, sensual kiss.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Cath asked. Cheryl smiled in the dark;

"I don't know," she replied; "was it okay?" Cath snorted, kissing and licking her sister's face.

"Where did you learn to do that with your fingers?" Cath asked.

"Steve does it," Cheryl replied, "I just explode, so I thought you might like it." Cath hugged her sister to her.

"Darling; if you find yourself in bed with another woman, make sure you do that; she'll love you forever."

They settled down into the bed; Cheryl with her head on Cath's chest and Cath with both arms wrapped around her sister.

So; how was it for you?" Cath asked, smiling as she said it. Cheryl smiled herself;

"Amazing, wonderful, more than I ever imagined," Cheryl replied, "I can't believe how different it is, how sexy I feel, making you feel good."

"Good," Cath said, hugging her sister closer, "different; not better but different." They lay together in the dark, both lost in their thoughts; Cath thinking about childhood days when they would hug each other in the dark, when one of them got scared; Cheryl thinking about her first lesbian sex and how it made her feel.

It was several hours later that Cath woke to find them still in that same position, her right arm tingling with pins and needles. She tried to slide out from under Cheryl without waking her sister but Cheryl stirred. Cath eased her arm out and kissed her sister on the forehead;

"Go back to sleep, Chez," Cath whispered. Cheryl mumbled and turned over; Cath smiled and turned the same way, spooning her sister as she fell asleep.

When Cheryl woke up, Cath was sitting up in bed, checking her phone. In fact Cath had been awake for half an hour and had been thinking about Jenny and when to tell her about her Mum; and who should tell her? There was no doubt in her mind that Jenny should be told but it was what happened after that which Cath was unsure of. Should she tell Cheryl about her and Jenny's sexual relationship and how would that affect things between her and her sister?

"Morning, love," Cath said, quietly, "how did you sleep?" Cheryl stretched and sat up, pushing the pillows up behind her.

"Like a log," she said, snuggling up to her sister, "how about you?" Cath kissed her sister on the head before replying;

"Good; how about breakfast?" Cath asked,

"Mmm, I'm actually hungry. I could definitely eat," Cheryl replied.

"Good; let's get up and head to Frankie's; she can't wait to meet you." Cath said. Cheryl put her hand on her sister's arm;

"How d'you feel about last night?" Cheryl asked. Cath smiled at her sister, suddenly realising that Cheryl needed reassurance;

"Darling, I feel wonderful about what happened; in fact I can't wait to do it again," Cath replied; "if you want to, that is?" Cheryl leaned to her left and kissed Cath tenderly, on the lips;

"I can't wait either," she said.

Cath knocked quietly on Jenny's door while Cheryl was in the shower.

"Come in," Jenny called. Cath slipped inside Jenny's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She sat on the side of the bed and Jenny leaned forward, kissing her on the lips.

"Morning," Jenny said, "how was your night?" Cath smiled,

"Fine," Cath replied, "your Mum snores." Jenny smiled too.

"Ready for breakfast?" Cath asked.

"Can't wait," Jenny replied, pulling the duvet aside. Cath looked down at Jenny's pink knickers, her cameltoe clearly visible;

"Mmm, I'd better get out before I can't help myself," Cath said, grinning as she stood up. She ducked as a sock flew past her ear, sticking out her tongue as she disappeared around the door. She made it back into her room just before Cheryl opened the bathroom door.

The sun was beaming down as the three of them walked the few minutes to Frankie's cafe. The room buzzed with chatter as Jenny opened the door; it was busy; but a familiar voice greeted her;

"Jen! Over by the window, babe," Frankie called out, pointing at a table with a 'reserved' sign on it.

They sat themselves down at the table; Cheryl looked around at the busy cafe with it's chatty, smiling customers, and liked it right away.

"Hey, girls; how's tricks?" Frankie asked as she joined them; order-pad in hand.

"Hey, Frankie," Cath replied, "this is my sister, Cheryl; Cheryl, this my good friend, Frankie." Cheryl beamed at the woman before her and held out her hand.

"Fuck the handshake, come here," Frankie said, hugging Cheryl and kissing her on both cheeks; "Finally, I get to meet you; Cath talks about you all the time so I feel like I know you already." Frankie stepped back, looked at Cheryl and then at Jenny;

"Wait a minute; you can't be Jen's mother, surely? Not unless you had her at fourteen!" Frankie exclaimed. Cheryl smiled and glowed red while Cath and Jenny rolled their eyes at their friend's patter.

"It's great to meet you too," Cheryl said, "Jenny is always talking about you and your cafe. I can't wait to try the scrambled eggs." Frankie looked at Jenny in horror;

"You weren't supposed to tell her about my scramble; that's a secret between us three." Jenny kept a straight face for about three seconds before she burst into laughter. Frankie winked theatrically at Cheryl who was laughing too.

"Right, what do you want with your eggs, Cheryl?" Frankie asked.

"Oh; toast, smoked salmon and a side of bacon; a cappuccino and orange juice, please," Cheryl said as Frankie scribbled the order down.

"Perfect. Girls?" Frankie asked, "Your usual?" Cath and Jenny both nodded and passed the menus back to their host.

"Right; sit tight, ladies; we're a bit busy but we'll get you fed just as soon as we can. Drinks are on the way," Frankie said as she tore the page from the pad.

"She's exactly how you described her," Cheryl said, once Frankie had gone back to the kitchen; "only more stunning." Jenny grinned at her Mum;

"I knew you'd like her," Jenny said.

They enjoyed a hearty breakfast and good coffee before the cafe rush had gone quiet and Frankie was able to sit and chat for a few minutes.

"So, how's your visit going, Cheryl?" Frankie asked.

"Wonderful, thanks. That was a great breakfast and now my girls are going to show me the sights," Cheryl replied.

"Cool," Frankie said, "and how d'you think your daughter has grown up in her first year?"

"I can't believe it, to be honest. She's become a young woman and living with Cath seems to really suit her," Cheryl said,

"And me," Cath interrupted, "I really miss her when she goes back home." Jenny blushed;

"Can we talk about something else, please," she said. Cath and Cheryl both grinned, knowing how much Jenny hated being praised.

"Well, let me just say you should be very proud of her," Frankie said, smiling at Cheryl; "she's a gorgeous young woman, inside and out." Cheryl looked at her daughter and put her hand on Jenny's arm,

"Yes, she is," Cheryl said, "yes she is." Jenny looked at Frankie and mimiced putting her fingers down her throat; and Frankie winked at her.

"Right, ladies; I can't waste all day talking to you, I have a business to run," Frankie said, standing up. Cheryl stood up too;

"It was good to finally meet you, Frankie," Cheryl said, "I can see why these two love you so much." Frankie winked at her too, saying, "Breakfast's on me, guys; now let me get back to work."

When the trio got to the door, Cath and Jenny called out;

"See ya, Frankie."

"Get out, will ya!" Frankie shouted, not looking up from the till.

The next few hours were spent walking around Brighton showing Cheryl the sights and more of Jenny's favourite places. They had a drink in Cath's favourite wine bar and ended their busy day sitting on the seafront eating ice creams.

"I can see why you love it here so much, Cath," Cheryl said, in between licks of her cone; "it has a really nice feel to it."

"It has it's moments but the various communities usually rally together when something bad happens," Cath said. Suddenly, Cheryl stood up;

"Let's get back," she said, "I'm taking you two out for dinner. You choose the place and book a table; I'm paying the bill." Cath and Jenny looked at each other and both shrugged at the same time.

"Chez, you don't have to do that; I can easily..."

"It's not up for discussion, Cath. Decide where you want to go and phone them up now."

"Okay, okay, sis. How about somewhere we've been saving for a special occasion, Jen?" Cath said.

"Oh, Lois?" Jenny asked. Cath nodded. Cheryl sat back down again;

"What's it called?" she asked,

"Lois in The Lanes," Cath replied, "you know; as in Lois Lane?" Cheryl laughed,

"Oh, I like that. Right, ring them up, please." Cath found the number and called it;

"Oh, hi; can you do a table for three at 7, tonight, please?" she said,

"7. 15? Perfect. Yes, it's Cath. Yes; C A T H; that's it. Great! We'll see you in a couple of hours. Bye." She looked at Cheryl and smiled;

"There you go, bossy boots; all booked." Cath said, grinning at her sister.

"Good. Come on, then; let's get back. We haven't got time to sit around here all day," Cheryl said, jumping up and heading back to the house. Cath and Jenny looked at each other and then at Cheryl's back;

"Ooh," they both said; "get you," and they laughed as they followed her back to the house.

After some quick showers, Jenny knocked on the slightly open door of Cath's bedroom;

"Come in, love," Cath said. Jenny came into the room carrying two glasses of wine, handing one each to her Mother and her Aunt.

"You bloody angel," Cath said, taking hers and putting it on the bedside table.

"You must be psychic, love," said Cheryl, taking hers; "I was just thinking I could murder a glass of wine." Jenny grinned;

"Shall I book an Uber?" she asked Cath, who nodded while drinking her wine.

"Good idea, Jen," Cath said. She looked at her clock-radio.

"Shit, look at the time," she exclaimed, "book it for 7; that's gives us 45 minutes to get ready."

Jenny went back to her room and used the app to pre-book the taxi. She did her makeup and then applied a red lipstick which she had bought that week. She dropped her dressing gown and picked out a pair of red boy-shorts from her drawer. She took a black, pleated miniskirt from the cupboard and pulled it on and then a white shirt which she buttoned up and then tied in a knot at the bottom, showing a small amount of flesh above the waistband of the skirt.. She decided on her wedge sandals, did them up and looked in the mirror. The shoes made her long, tanned legs look great; the skirt was short and sexy and flowed when she moved. The shirt was crisp cotton; thick enough to hang nicely on her body but thin enough to make it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The shadows of her areola were visible and her nipples pushed against the fabric. She looked good and she knew it.

Cath, having done her makeup, picked out a lacy black bra and knickers from her drawer and put them on, feeling her sister's eyes on her. She picked out a blue knee-length shift dress from the wardrobe and put it on, buttoning it down to mid-thigh. She turned to Cheryl, who was finishing off her makeup, and asked;

"What d'you think?" Cheryl walked around the bed and stood in front of her sister, looking her up and down. She shook her head and muttered;

"Way too many," before coming closer and undoing two buttons at the top of the dress and one button at the bottom. She picked up the white belt from the bed and reached around Cath, pressing her face into her sister's tits, and then buckling the thin belt just enough to give Cath a silhouette.

She stood back, admiring her handy work, pulling up the collar of the dress.

"Much sexier," she said.

"Thank you," Cath said quietly, breathing heavily.

Cheryl had decided to throw caution to the wind by wearing as little as possible. She dropped her dressing gown and stepped into a white thong and then a white miniskirt. She took a black tube-top from her bag and slipped it over her head and down to her waist, pulling her arms out and then pulling it up around her tits. She squeezed them into the tight top, adjusting the top to contain them as much as was possible. She stepped into a pair of strappy black heels and sat down on the bed to do them up. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked good but still asked her big sister;

"Mutton?" Cheryl asked. Cath laughed at the phrase their mother had often used when seeing a middle-aged woman too obviously dressing beneath her years; 'mutton dressed as lamb,' she would say.

"Sexy as fuck, to be honest," Cath replied, nodding at Cheryl's tits, "They're not going to be unruly, are they?" Cheryl grinned;

"Let's see how the night develops, shall we?" she said, winking.

When the taxi arrived the three women carefully poured themselves into it. Cath sat in the front with the driver, her dress falling open either side of her legs and giving him an eyeful of her tanned thighs. In the back seat Jenny sat with her Mum, their miniskirts riding up and exposing plenty of flesh. When the taxi pulled up outside the Pump House pub, the driver jumped out to open the door behind him. Cheryl looked up at him to make sure he was looking and then opened her legs, placing her right

shoe on the road and then delaying swinging her left leg out long enough to give him a good look up her skirt at her white thong. She stood up and walked around the car to her daughter and sister.

The three of them walked arm in arm up Meeting House Lane to the restaurant.

They were shown to a round table by the window and ordered some water. A young girl arrived with a jug of water, a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Cath looked at Cheryl who giggled;

"I phoned them while you were in the shower; this is my treat and my way of saying thank you for having Jenny and for a great weekend." The waitress poured the champagne and put the bottle into an ice-bucket which had appeared beside them.

"To family," Cheryl said, raising her glass, "especially the sexy women in it." They toasted and sipped the cold champagne. Cath looked around the room at the busy restaurant;

"It looks like we were lucky to get in," she said.

"It's nice; I like it," Cheryl said.

"I'm so pleased we're finally here," Jenny said, putting her hand on Cath's; "especially with Mum." Cheryl grinned at her daughter and blew her a kiss across the table.

A woman in a black skirt and jacket and a low cut white top appeared beside Cath.

"Cath; finally," she said, bending down to kiss Cath on the cheek. Cath looked up and said,

"Hi, honey; we're here at last. This is my sister, Cheryl and her daughter, Jenny. Girls, this is my friend Lois."

"Oh, that's great; you bought family with you. Cheryl, it's lovely to meet you and Jenny, I'm so pleased you're here. Welcome to my restaurant; Shannon will look after you and I'll stop by once in a while," Lois said. She looked down at Cath, leant down and kissed her on the lips.

"How do you know Lois?" Cheryl asked, when they were alone again;

"She's a friend of Frankie's and we met at a party and became firm friends," Cath said.

"How come I haven't met her?" Jenny asked.

"She's spent the past year getting this place up and running and then opening. She's been so busy that I think she just took herself out of the loop," Cath said.

"Well, I like her and I like her restaurant," Cheryl said.

They looked at the menu while they enjoyed their champagne and then ordered a range of dishes to share; something the restaurant specialised in. After their second glass each, the champagne was finished and Cheryl ordered a bottle of Picpoul from the wine list.

"Mmm, that's nice, Mum," Jenny said, savouring the first mouthful; "I don't think I've had that before."

"Thanks love," Cheryl replied, "you'd remember because it usually comes in that tall thin bottle. I buy it when I see it on a wine list as it's often really good value because it's not so well known."

The first dishes arrived and they shared them around with lots of sounds of approval. Lois appeared again and asked how the food was;

"It's really good, Lois," Cheryl said, "you have a great chef."

"Thank you, but don't tell him, please. They tend to get big headed and ask for more money," Lois said, laughing. "Did you order the chilli beef?" she asked.

"No, we didn't," Cath said.

"I'll send you one over, on me; it's amazing," Lois said, telling Shannon as they passed each other.

The three women laughed and chatted and drank their wine and were easily the loudest table in the restaurant, but only because they were having such a good time. Eventually, Lois came back with dessert menus and picked up the wine bottle from the bucket.

"Another?" she said.

"It'd be rude not to," said Cheryl grinning at their host. Lois leant down and kissed Cheryl on the lips;

"A woman after my own heart," she said. Shannon came back with the wine and asked if they wanted dessert. Jenny caught the girl eyeing her up and smiled at her, holding her gaze while Cheryl ordered.

"We'll have the selection plate, love," Cheryl said, handing back the menus. When it came there was a slice of vanilla cheesecake; a slice of lemon tart; a slice of chocolate cake and a scoop of ice cream.

Lois came and sat with them for a few minutes, chatting to Cath about Frankie and other mutual friends and praising all three of them for the way they were dressed.

"Sexy but classy, girls," she said, "sexy but classy. I hope you've noticed how many women are paying you extra attention tonight?" Lois leaned over to Jenny and whispered;

"Especially Shannon," Jenny blushed but looked over at the dark haired girl who was serving another table. Cheryl broke the spell, saying,

"Oh, Jenny's only interested in boys, Lois." Before Jenny could say anything, Lois cut her off.

"Is that so, Cheryl?" she said; "is that so?" Lois looked at Jenny and winked then got up to greet a group who had just arrived. Cath was all ready to divert her sister away from some inevitable questions, but they never came.

Cheryl asked for the bill and Lois brought it over.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked.

"It was fabulous, Lois; thank you so much," Cath said.

"You were right about the chilli beef," Cheryl said and Lois nodded;

"And you were right about the wine choice, Cheryl; that Picpoul is the best value on the list," Lois said. Cheryl beamed at the compliment, "I took that last one off the bill; seeing as I practically twisted your arm to order it." She winked at Jenny and gave Cheryl her credit card and receipt. The three women stood up and Lois hugged Cath;

"Come back soon, darling," she said before kissing Cath on the lips. Lois then hugged Cheryl, saying,

"You look good enough to eat, lady," and she kissed Cheryl on the lips. Then, as the two sisters headed for the door, Lois hugged Jenny and whispered in her ear;

"Here's Shannon's number, love," and she pressed a slip of paper into Jenny's hand; "she asked me to give it to you." She kissed Jenny on the lips, whispering, "you can give me a ring as well, if you want, any time." Jenny headed for the door with Lois's eyes fixed on her arse, swaying in her little skirt.

In the taxi, the chat was filled with praise for the restaurant and admiration for Lois.

"I really hope the place is a success," Cheryl said, "she deserves for it to be a big hit." Cath nodded, saying;

"She does; she's re-mortgaged her house to get it off the ground and there's so many places to eat in Brighton now; good places; that you just hope that people give it a try."

"Well I can't wait to go back," Jenny said; "that chilli beef was amazing."

"That's it, isn't it?" Cheryl said, "people will want to go back once they've tried it; but they have try it first."

When the taxi stopped in front of Cath's house it was Jenny who found the driver opening her door for her. She copied her Mum and flashed her red knickers at him. He grinned at her and winked. Jenny smiled to herself as she stood up and then exaggerated her hip-swing as she walked to the house. When she got to the front door, Cheryl smacked her daughter's arse, looking over her shoulder at the driver.

"Naughty little slut," Cheryl said, surprising herself with her brazenness. The driver blew her a kiss and got back in his car.

In the kitchen, Cath hugged her sister and kissed her on the cheek;

"Thank you so much for dinner. It was a real treat to be treated." Cath said. Jenny hugged the two of them and added,

"Yes, thanks Mum. It was a great night."

"One for the road?" Cath asked, heading to the fridge.

"Need you ask, sis?" Cheryl said. They took their full glasses through to the lounge and Cath put on a playlist from her phone, marked Laurel Canyon.

Cath and Cheryl sat on the sofa while Jenny sat on the floor, her back against the chair and her arms folded around her knees. She watched the two sisters as they laughed together, occasionally breaking into song as they recognised a track from their past. When Cheryl laughed she lifted her legs off the seat, her white thong, flashing itself at Jenny. Soon, Cath was completely relaxed and had slid down slightly causing her dress to ride up and open itself to reveal her lacy, black knickers. Jenny smiled to herself, enjoying the sexy show she was at the perfect height for. She watched her Mum's gorgeous tits shaking in the tiny top when she laughed, the nipples pushing hard against the thin material as they fought to escape capture. She watched her Mum's white thong as her inhibitions subsided and her legs remained open; her cunt straining against the material and giving her the most sexy cameltoe Jenny had ever seen. And she watched her Mum's eyes watching her, glancing down between her legs every so often, watching her tits as the nipples got harder inside the white shirt.

Without realising she was doing it, Jenny dropped one arm and rested it between her legs, squashing her skirt, and began to rub herself with her forearm. Gradually she eased her arm up until the heel of her hand was doing the rubbing. She closed her eyes and let the thrill and the pleasure wash over her; when she opened them, her Mum was watching her hand, her eyes fixed on her daughter's red knickers and the growing dark patch in the middle of them.

Cath was aware of what was happening. The conversation and laughter had stopped and Jackson Browne's voice was the only one in the room. The smell of sex began to permeate; not overwhelming, but enough to know that juices were flowing and cunts were getting wet. They were all a little drunk but she still wasn't sure how much of last night had affected her sister. Cheryl hadn't mentioned it since they got up so Cath was still uncertain if her sister's curiosity had been satisfied or if there was more she wanted to discover. She looked at the clock; one a. m; and decided that Jenny should get some sleep.

"Jen," she said, quietly; "bedtime, love." Jenny looked over at her and nodded, her eyes drooping and heavy. She came over to the sofa and kissed Cath on the cheek,

"G'night, Cath," Jenny said. Her Mum leaned forward as Jenny bent down, putting her hands on the back of her daughter's thighs. Jenny kissed her on the lips and, for a second, Cheryl felt movement in her daughter's lips, as if they wanted more than a soft, quick kiss; as if they wanted to linger; to explore.

Cath and Cheryl finished their wine and let the sound of David Crosby's voice fade. Cath rested her hand on Cheryl's thigh and whispered,

"Time for bed, missus." Cheryl put her hand on top of Cath's, linking her fingers with her sister's.

"Oh, good," Cheryl said.

They cleared up and turned everything off. Cheryl went up the stairs, her sister close behind with her face just inches from Cheryl's short skirt and the tiny bit of white material beneath it.

The sisters shut Cath's bedroom door behind them.

Jenny finished her nighttime routine in the bathroom and closed her bedroom door behind her. She reached under her miniskirt and pulled down her red knickers, stepping out of them. She held them up to her face, breathing in the thick scent of her cunt, and ran her thumb over the inside, scooping up the residue of her own juices. She put the thumb into her mouth and, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror, smiled at the vision looking back at herself; sucking her thumb. She tasted good.

Jenny lifted the mirror off the wall and stood it up on the chair. Then she moved the chair to the end of her bed, checking that the angle was correct by sitting on the bed; jumping off and making an adjustment, and then sitting back on the bed. Once she was happy, she put the red knickers back on, propped up the pillows and sat on the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror; her nipples were clearly visible, pushing hard against the white cotton material of the shirt, framed by the dark areolas, equally visible. She took one nipple in between her finger and thumb and rubbed through the cotton, the material creating a friction that was both pleasurable and painful at the same time. She watched herself in the mirror and opened her legs.

Cheryl looked her sister up and down and then moved forward, pressing herself against Cath and pulling at the material of the dress above her tits;

"I want you," Cheryl whispered, "I want to fuck you with my tongue;" her hot breath filled Cath's ear, turning her on.

"Are you sure, darling?" Cath asked. Cheryl nodded and then pulled Cath in for a kiss. Cheryl's mouth was wide open and her tongue thrust its way into Cath's mouth; hard and urgent. Cheryl slid her right hand down the outside of Cath's dress until it found the last fastened button and undid it. Her fingertips found the black lace of her sister's knickers and very gently pushed against her clitoris. Cath jumped and squeaked into Cheryl's mouth at the same time, spurring her sister on to increase the ferocity of the kiss and the heaviness of her touch on her clit. Cath suddenly broke the kiss and shouted,

"Oh, fuck!"

Jenny pulled her knickers aside, exposing her moist cunt to the mirror, it's lips out, ready and yearning for some physical attention. Her shirt was now wide open and her nipples were out on stalks, the beautiful brown circles which surrounded them desperate for their nubs to be played with. Her left hand grasped her tit, rubbing at the nipple with the palm as she massaged her boob. Her right hand spread over her cunt, pushing and pulling at the lips and,

"Oh, fuck!"

Jenny stopped; transfixed by the voice. She froze, listening intently, almost willing another sound so that she could confirm her suspicions.

That was Cath;

And she was having sex.

Jenny looked at herself in the mirror; she was confused but incredibly turned on.

"Fuck, Chez!"

Jenny froze, her fingers about to slip into her cunt. That was certainly Cath and it was the kind of exclamation she made when Jenny found her clit and rubbed it. The fact that she had yelled out her pet name for her younger sister meant just one thing;

Her Mum and her Aunt were having lesbian sex, just ten paces away.

Cheryl pulled Cath's knickers aside and eased her index finger inside, pushing gently against the moist lips until it was in up to the big knuckle. She began to massage the walls of Cath's cunt with her finger, moving it back and forth to increase the friction and finding it easier with every stroke as her sister's juices lubricated it. Cheryl knelt down and added her tongue to her finger;

"Fuck, Chez!" Cath yelled, completely lost in the moment of pleasure and already well past the point of worrying about the noise she was making. She knew Jenny would hear her; and she didn't care.

Cheryl's tongue got to work on her sister's clitoris; manipulating it with the tip and then pressing against it with the main body. Cath's knees buckled which pushed Cheryl's finger deeper inside, as well as giving her a mouthful of Cath's cunt.

"Can we get on the fucking bed, please?" Cath growled. They both suddenly realised that they were still fully dressed and, as Cheryl stood up, they smiled at each other.

"Let me," Cheryl whispered, starting to undo the white belt and then the rest of the buttons on the dress. She pushed it off her sister's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She looked at her sister; her full tits almost bursting out of the black lace bra and her cameltoe pushing against her knickers. Cheryl pressed herself against Cath and leaned in for a kiss, her mouth full of her sister's juices. At the same time she reached around and found the clips on Cath's bra; undoing it and then moving her hands round to the side of her boobs and underneath the bra-cups, holding the full breasts and massaging them before taking both nipples between her fingers and thumbs and squeezing them. She slid her hands outwards, hooking the bra straps in her fingers and letting it fall to the floor. She looked her older sister in the eye and then pulled the boob-tube down, letting her own tits fall free. Cath looked down at them, greedily, her eyes wide with expectation. Cheryl reached behind herself unzipped her skirt and then pushed the top and skirt down together, over her hips and onto the floor.

They were now both standing beside the bed wearing just their knickers;

"Keep them on," Cheryl whispered, "it's sexy." She was enjoying taking control of an unfamiliar situation and was surprised at how calm she felt. She was about to commit incest; for the second time; and she couldn't fucking wait.

Cath allowed herself to be manoeuvred onto the bed; her sister positioned her so that she was sitting up with her feet on the bed and her knees bent. Cheryl eased Cath's legs open and then lay on the bed, on her belly. She looked up at her sister, between her legs, and stared into her eyes. Cath licked her lips lasciviously, anticipating what was to come.

Jenny's fingers were pounding at her cunt. Her mind was racing just thinking about what was happening in Cath's bed; a place she'd had the best sex of her short life herself; and how on earth Cath had persuaded her straight laced Mum to fuck her. Whatever the answer was, the consequence was making her so horny. She watched herself in the mirror, her legs splayed, her cunt open and her hips bucking as she approached orgasm. She'd never seen herself cum and the sight was increasing the level of turn-on. She added a third finger, pushing her hips at the mirror and watching her fingers get wetter and wetter. Finally she lifted her hips right off the bed as the orgasm shook through her body; her fingers stopped, filling her cunt and catching her cum, until she sank back down, exhausted. Once the sound of her own heartbeat had settled down, she listened intently again, licking her fingers and hoping to hear more.

Cheryl discovered that she possessed a longer tongue than she thought. She probed and thrust it into Cath's cunt and, from her sister's reaction, she was hitting all the right spots.

"Oh, yes, Chez; right there, right there," Cath shouted, grabbing the back of her sister's head; "fucking lick my cunt; make me cum!"

Jenny swung her legs down and got off the bed. She knew that, if she leaned against the bedroom door as she turned the handle, she could open the door without any noise whatsoever. Within seconds she was on the landing; her shirt open, her tits exposed and her skirt crumpled as she tiptoed past the bathroom. When she got to Cath's door she stopped. She put her left ear to it and listened hard. Without the walls and the width of the bathroom in the way, the sound was much clearer.

"Harder, harder, Chez; yes, yes," Cath yelled. Jenny pulled the door handle towards her and pushed it downwards until she knew that the catch was completely disengaged. Then she pushed the door; carefully; gently. It made no sound. Knowing the layout of the room intimately, she knew exactly where to look once the door was open enough and she thought she knew what she might see. However, nothing had prepared her for the sight before her.

Cheryl was face-down on the bed, naked except for a white thong which had disappeared into her crack. Her head was buried in between Cath's legs and Cath's hands were holding the back of it, pulling it into her groin. Cath, her tits wobbling, was pushing her hips against her sister's mouth, increasing the ferocity of the licking she was getting, and was grunting and yelping at Cheryl's insistent tongue.

Jenny opened the door enough for her to step inside. She leant against the bedroom wall, staring at the scene in front of her. Suddenly Cath opened her eyes and looked straight at her. The initial flicker of shock was soon overtaken by a filthy, lascivious look and she nodded her head, gesturing for Jenny to join them.

Jenny took two steps to the edge of the bed, her Aunt's eyes imploring her while her Mum licked and sucked her Aunt's cunt. The scene was so sexy that Jenny didn't give a second's thought to what she was about to do.

Jenny bent down and slid her fingers down her mother's crack, pushing at the thin material and pulling it to one side. She watched Cath's face which smiled back at her as Cath increased the pressure on her sister's head. Cheryl suddenly squealed; a muffled noise directed into Cath's cunt as she realised four things in the same instant.

There was a finger in her cunt.

She couldn't move her head.

She couldn't see who it was.

She couldn't speak.

Cheryl's cunt was soaking wet, inside and out. As her juices flowed out, her thighs rubbed together in ecstasy, making the whole area wet and spreading the aroma so that she gave off a heavy musk of pure sex. The finger had entered her cunt before she knew what was happening but, a split second later, she knew that Jenny was in the room and that it was her finger that was probing her; urgently. She also knew that Cath could see Jenny and yet had said nothing to deter her niece.

Jenny became an animal. The realisation that she was fingering her Mother simply drove her on. She pushed and pulled Cheryl's legs apart, hard; and pushed her head in between them; the top of her head on the bed and her tongue inside the wet, juicy cunt.

Cheryl let out another muffled squeal but was helpless; trapped by her sister at one end and her daughter at the other.

Cath watched as Jenny plunged her head between her Mother's thighs. She felt and heard Cheryl growl into her cunt but held her sister's head tight. Cheryl's tongue was so close to bringing her to climax and she realised that the sight of Jenny tongue-fucking Cheryl was enough to tip her over the edge.

"I'm cumming," she yelled and Cheryl's urgency increased, her tongue thrashing around inside Cath's cunt as the cum flowed. Cath's orgasm was intense; her body shook; her hips bucked and she grunted and growled with pleasure as her cum filled her sister's eager mouth. Slowly the orgasm subsided but Cath didn't release her grip on Cheryl's head; she wanted to give Jenny plenty of time to enjoy herself.

Cheryl filled her mouth with Cath's hot, delicious cum. She swallowed it, her whole face covered in it and her breath heavy as she began to concentrate on what was happening to her at the other end. Her daughter's tongue, ('it must be Jenny? unless someone has broken in; I mean, I locked the doors myself anyway; and who breaks into a house to join in lesbian sex? Now I'm being ridiculous. Fuck, she's good at that. Oh, just give in, Cheryl; it's too late now, just go with it.') was hot, hard and urgent as it probed and pushed its way inside. Her juices were now flowing quickly and she could feel herself cumming.

Her daughter was going to make her cum.

Jenny was becoming light-headed from being upside down, but she wasn't stopping now. Her hands gripped her Mum's thighs, continually pulling them apart as Cheryl's twisting and turning with pleasure closed them together. Suddenly, Cheryl stopped moving and Jenny's mouth was filled with her Mother's cum, hot and sweet and 'oh my God, she tastes amazing and I never want stop licking her and tasting her and fucking her.'

Cath let go of Cheryl's head.

"Fuck, fuck! Oh fuck, that's amazing. Oh, God, I've never; oh fuck." Cheryl screamed and grunted and squealed all at once, her orgasm rushing through her body like a tidal wave. She lost all sense of what was happening to her and just let herself drown in the thrilling ecstasy, her brain flooded with pleasure.

Jenny felt her Mother start to twist towards her; and let her go. She lifted Cheryl's right leg as the turn got to ninety degrees and then pushed her head back into place, her tongue flashing and licking and sucking, all at the same time. Her face was soaked and she licked at it, savouring every drop of juicy cum. Slowly, Cheryl's orgasm subsided and she lifted her left knee up towards her belly; her hand gripping it. Jenny stood up and watched as her Mother repeated the movement with her right leg, grabbing her knees together in a foetal position as the ecstasy soaked through her body. Cath beckoned to Jenny and they kissed, softly.

"Okay?" Cath asked. Jenny nodded, her eyes wide and sparkling. Jenny kissed Cath, holding the kiss and letting their tongues linger, finding each other slowly. When they broke the kiss they found Cheryl sitting at the bottom of the bed, staring wide-eyed at her sister and daughter kissing so passionately.

"Oh my God," Cheryl said quietly, "how wrong have I been? And how stupid?" Cath jumped off the bed and embraced her sister, hugging her to her breasts and kissing her face,

"Shh," she said, rocking her sister in her arms, "I'm sorry we hid this from you but we had no idea how you'd take it, love." Jenny sat down on the other side of her Mum and joined in the embrace;

"I'm sorry, Mum," she said, "I didn't lie to you when you asked about boyfriends; there hasn't been any." Cheryl turned to Cath;

"How long?" she asked, gently.

"Since she arrived," Cath said; "I didn't plan it but it just happened,"

Jenny turned her Mum's head towards her and looked into her eyes;

"I want this; I'm really happy, Mum; and I want you." She kissed Cheryl on the lips, easing her own mouth open and running her tongue along Cheryl's top lip. Cheryl opened her mouth and felt her daughter's tonugue slide inside and seek out her own tongue. She responded; kissing Jenny back. Cath looked around Cheryl and smiled at the sight of her sister and her niece kissing, passionately. She licked around Cheryl's ear and down her neck, locating her erogenous zones by her sister's reactions. Cheryl lifted her left hand and stroked her sister's face while maintaining the sexual kiss with her daughter.

Cath watched the two of them and moved around to the other side of Jenny. She gently pulled the shirt apart at the bottom and opened it up, massaging those beautiful tits that she loved so much. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, teasing the tip with her tongue and causing Jenny to moan into Cheryl's mouth.

Cheryl was completely lost in the kiss; it was so beautiful but so sexy too. When they finally broke it, Cheryl held Jenny's face in her hands;

"Where did you learn to kiss like that, darling?" Cheryl asked.

"Cath taught me everything I know, Mum," Jenny replied, "everything about how to make a woman feel like a million dollars; to feel wanted and to feel sexy." Jenny leaned forward and kissed her Mother again but broke it quickly and kissed her cheek and then, when she got to Cheryl's ear, she whispered.

"I want you to eat me; to lick me and suck me until I cum on your face. I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Mum."

Cath heard Jenny's plea to her Mother and eased the shirt from Jenny's shoulders, dropping it onto the floor. She pulled Jenny back so that she lay across the bed on her back with her legs over the edge. Cheryl looked at her sister who nodded to her, indicating that she should get on the floor, on her knees. Cheryl knelt down between her daughter's legs and stared at the red knickers with their dark patch where they were wet. She ran her fingers up the inside of Jenny's thighs and, when she got to the top, ran them inside the knickers, from either side.

Cath watched her sister and then leant down to Jenny, kissing her, filling her mouth with her tongue and feeling the young girl's hand place itself on the back of her neck, pulling her down into the kiss. Cath's own hand found Jenny's tits and began to massage them, rubbing the palms around the tips of the nipples and tweaking them with her fingers. Jenny moaned into Cath's mouth, turned on by her Aunt's touch but also by her Mother's fingers inside her knickers.

Cheryl pulled the red material to one side and stared at her daughter's perfect cunt. The lips were open and proud and wet; they glistened in the light and looked so inviting; so sexy. Cheryl ran the tip of her tongue up the full length of the slit to the top, where it discovered Jenny's clitoris and licked it greedily. Cheryl was suddenly overcome with the strongest sexual urge she could ever remember. She realised that there would be other times; plenty of time for love and passion and gentle sex... but not now. Right now she wanted to fuck her daughter so badly that she could literally taste it.

Jenny was lost in the sexual ecstasy caused by having two women she loved, at either end of her body, stimulating her and intent on giving her pleasure. She felt her Mum lick her clit, nibbling it between her lips. Then she felt her cunt lips being pulled apart by her Mum's fingers and her hot tongue thrusting itself inside;

"Fuck," she yelled, breaking Cath's kiss for a second. Cheryl, spurred on by the exclamation, got to work. She thrust her tongue in and out of her daughter's cunt, licking and lapping and sucking and slurping; the juices quickly running down her chin. Her daughter tasted amazing and her scent, the smell of her wet cunt, was addictive.

Cath smiled down at her young niece;

"Okay?" she whispered. Jenny nodded in reply; her mouth open and her eyes wide.

Cheryl was in a world of her own; a world of filthy sex with her daughter and her sister; and she couldn't get enough. She added two fingers to her tongue and stimulated the walls of her daughter's tight cunt, lapping up the extra juices. Cath massaged Jenny's tits as they kissed, rubbing the nipples at the same time as her tongue rubbed against Jenny's tongue.

Jenny could feel the orgasm coming and gave in to it; letting it flood through her whole body;

"Oh, fuck; I'm cumming!" she yelled as Cheryl's face became covered in her daughter's cum. She sucked and lapped at Jenny's cunt, swilling it around her mouth and savouring the sweet, thick liquid before she swallowed it all, gulping it down like it was the best wine she'd ever drunk. When the wine ran out she carried on licking as her daughter pushed her hips at her, urging her to go faster and harder.

Cath could feel Jenny's orgasm, as well as see it; her heartbeat quickened and her body twitched as the waves of pleasure flooded through her. Cath clung onto her until the ecstasy subsided and then crawled to her sister to kiss her and lick her face, desperate for the familiar taste of Jenny's juices.

For a few minutes the only sound was Jenny's breathing returning to normal and the two sisters kissing each other; noisily. Soon, Cheryl turned her attention to her daughter and moved back up the bed. Jenny took her Mum's face in her hands and kissed her, full and hard on the lips.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Jenny whispered; Cheryl smiled at her daughter;

"My sister taught me," she replied. Cath knelt on the other side of Jenny and fondled her niece's tits.

"When?" Jenny asked, raising her eyebrows. Cath and Cheryl giggled together;

"Um; well, last night actually," Cheryl said, giggling again. Jenny turned to Cath, her face full of questions. Her Aunt leaned down and kissed her, gently, whispering;

"Sorry, darling. Mum was curious; very curious as it happens; and one thing led to another. I was going to tell you tomorrow, after she went home; I just didn't expect, well; this." Cheryl kissed Jenny's cheek, whispering to her daughter;

"I'm sorry; I never meant for this to happen but, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see what sex with another woman was like so, having a bisexual sister, it seemed like the safest way. I had no idea about you and Cath, or how this would happen." Cheryl kissed her daughter who responded, her tongue sliding in between her Mother's lips and her leg wrapping itself around Cheryl's body. As Jenny broke the kiss, she said;

"Sit on my face, Mum."

Cheryl looked at her daughter as if she was unsure exactly what Jenny had said; but there was no confusion when Jenny repeated it;

"Sit on my face; I want to lick your cunt."

Cheryl sat up as Cath moved aside to give her more room. Cheryl then sat astride her daughter who reached around her Mother's hips, grabbing her arse-cheeks and pulling her into position. Cheryl was too high, wary of getting it wrong, so Jenny, pushed and pulled her into position until Cheryl trusted that she could lower her hips down the last few inches until she could feel her daughter's hot breath and then her tongue on her cunt.

Jenny loved this position; she loved that she was not in full control but that she was giving all the pleasure. She licked Cheryl all the way up to her clit, pushing her tongue hard against it and causing Cheryl to grind her hips against her daughter's mouth. Jenny forced her tongue inside her Mother, causing a low grunt from Cheryl who leaned forward to hold onto the headboard, worried she might overbalance. Suddenly Cath was beside her, holding her shoulders and easing her back into the optimum position to give Jenny the best access to that juicy, wet cunt. Cheryl turned towards her sister and they kissed; a big fat, sloppy wet kiss. Cath grabbed Cheryl's right tit in her hand and squeezed it, massaging and rubbing hard enough for her sister to squeal into her mouth. Cheryl was now growing in confidence; happy that she could find exactly the right position for Jenny to give her the most pleasure.

Jenny worked her tongue so hard inside her Mother that her jaw began to ache but, she was determined to make her Mum cum with just her tongue. Soon Cheryl felt that familiar tingling grow into an ache and then broke the kiss with her sister to take a deep breath;

"Fuck, Jen; I'm cumming," Cheryl yelled. Jenny redoubled her efforts, fucking her Mother with her tongue; in and out; until she could feel the juices thicken and then they filled her mouth, leaking out of the side and running down her chin. She sucked and slurped, trying to drink down every drop of her Mum's first orgasm into her mouth. She was sure it wouldn't be the last.

Cheryl screamed and shook, trying not to put weight onto her daughter's face but also desperate to force more of that tongue inside. The orgasm was intense and she leaned back, unaware that Cath was holding her; supporting her. With the change of angle, Jenny was able to lift her head slightly, finding that clitoris again and causing her Mother to scream; again.

Cath leaned over and kissed her sister, her mouth fully open and saliva dribbling into Cheryl's mouth. Cheryl grabbed her sister's face, pulling her closer and locking their lips together. With her daughter's tongue in her cunt and her sister's tongue in her mouth she felt like a complete slut. Gradually, they all slowed down and their kisses became tender and soft. Cheryl swung her leg over Jenny and settled on the bed. Jenny lifted her head and shuffled her hips until her head rested in her Mum's lap. Cath leaned down and kissed her niece before lifting herself up and kissing her sister. Then the three of them cuddled together, perspiration running down their necks and the musky smell of sex filling the air.

"Fuck," Cheryl said, eventually, "what have I been missing?"

"It doesn't matter what you've missed;" Cath said; "all that matters is that you've found it now."

"Can I come and stay whenever I want?" Cheryl asked, stroking Jenny's tits. Jenny looked up at Cath and they both laughed. Cheryl looked between them;

"What's funny?" she asked.

Cath looked her sister in the eye and said;

"You'll have to get in the queue behind Penny." There was a second's pause before Cheryl exploded;

"WHAT?"