Special Sister Special Aunt Pt. 01

[Author's note. This is Part 1 of a series about a woman in a sexless marriage and her daughter who move in with a loving sister. It was suggested by a reader. I'm not sure how much of it is true. Enjoy! LF]

Moving in with my younger sister was the best/worst possible thing. At 36 years old, I should have had my act together. After all, I had an 18-year-old daughter and was a responsible mom with a good career. What I didn't have was love. Or sex. Any sex. I know this sounds cliched, but I got pregnant on my honeymoon, and after returning home, my husband decided he wasn't interested in sex. Ever.

For 18 years I lived in a sexless marriage with a controlling bastard. When my daughter, Angela, became an adult, I decided I'd had it and divorced him. Best decision of my life. Except -- now what? I didn't want the house and didn't want to live an isolated life in a small town.

I turned to my sister Sammie out of desperation. Sammie is nine years younger than me. I spent more time babysitting her than playing with her growing up. I got married and moved away when she turned nine and we haven't been close since. Until now. Angela and I practically showed up on her doorstep with all our worldly possessions, begging for a home.

Okay, it wasn't that dramatic, but what was it going to be like, my daughter and I living with a sister and an aunt we didn't know that well? Turns out, we were both about to get to know Sammie very, very well.

"Ava! Angela!" Sammie called as our ride dropped us off.

I hadn't seen Sammie in a few years, but as she grew older, she grew more striking. Long black hair tied in a ponytail. Her slender figure offset by large boobs (larger than mine), a narrow waist, long legs, and an energy in her walk. She looked like a much younger version of me -- and a slightly older version of Angela. It hadn't dawned on me until that moment that my daughter was as close in age to my sister as I!

"Thank you again, so much, Sammie," I said, receiving a big hug from my baby sister.

"Of course. What's family for?" Ava said, giving Angela a hug too.

"You guys both look so great. This is going to be fun!"

Angela and I looked at each other. Fun was not on my radar, just survival. But I got the idea that Sammie wanted to make our stay as pleasant as possible -- and that was wonderful of her.

"The truck's coming by with our boxes," I said as Sammie grabbed one of our suitcases. "We don't have much."

"You won't need much," Sammie said, leading the way into the house. "I've got your rooms all set up."

I looked around as we entered the door. Sammie had certainly done well for herself. The front entryway was gorgeous, with a rock feature and a small fountain leading to a pond. The theme carried on inside with large ferns, a stone walkway, and large windows letting in tons of light.

"Wow. What a great house," I said, realizing I'd never set foot in her place before.

"I love it," Sammie said, setting the suitcases down. "Come on, I'll give you a tour."

The entry gave way to a large living space, with more windows and plants, both inside and out. A wooden deck looked out over a green valley with a small hill on the other side and the city in the background. Her kitchen and dining room were gorgeous -- she could have large dinner parties in here easily. Down a hallway were a series of three bedrooms. The master suite was across the hall from our two rooms, which were next to each other.

"I'll let you guys get settled and then we can have tea out on the deck, okay?" Sammie said.

"Sounds good," I said.

Sammie left and Angela poked her head into my room.

"Come on in, sweety," I said, sitting down on the bed and patting a place next to me for her to sit.

"How are you doing with all this?" I asked.

Angela hugged my shoulders. "It's tough, Mommy. But it's got to be a lot more difficult on you."

"Oh, I'll be okay," I said, squeezing her shoulder. "It'll just take some getting used to. An older sister isn't supposed to have to depend on the charity of her younger sibling."

"I think she's terrific," Angela said.

"So do I, honey. So do I."

Tea turned into a lovely conversation. I hadn't realized how financially successful Sammie was -- and how bright and cheery she was about life. No boyfriends but expect lots of friends to stop by, she said, after assuring us that her friends were delightful.

I went to bed that night cautiously optimistic that my new living arrangement might not be so bad.

Things got interesting a couple of nights later. Sammie had invited Kristina over for dinner. She seemed about the same age as Sammie and just as delightful. We laughed a lot over wine and a great meal. Later, Ava and I cleaned up the dishes. As I was putting a pan away, I glanced into the living room and noticed Sammie and Kristina share a kiss. It wasn't a kiss between friends, but between lovers.

Angela and I were both still jet-lagged, so we begged off early and went to bed. I woke up at some point in the night to a rustling in the hallway. I got up and threw on a robe. I didn't see anyone, so I pushed open the bathroom door.

"Oh!" I heard.

Standing in the doorway was Kristina -- completely nude.

"So sorry!" I said and retreated to my room -- my heart racing.

I hadn't seen another woman naked in a long time. It was startling and somehow exhilarating. My sister was a lesbian, or at least bisexual. Or maybe I was wrong.

I got up and crept back into the hallway. Sammie's door was cracked open a little. I crouched and peeked through the door. In the dim light of the bedside clock, I could see Kristina lying on top of a very naked Sammie. Kristina was sucking on one of Sammie's nipples. Sammie had her eyes closed, moaning softly, and tweaking her other nipple -- which was swollen and erect.

I was mesmerized. The two kissed, then Kristina pushed herself down between Sammie's legs, which were open. Even in the low light I could see her pussy and her hairless mound. Kristina ran her index finger down Sammie's slit, then moved up and put her mouth on her pussy lips. Sammie began squirming up and down -- moaning a little more loudly. Suddenly her hips shot up in the air, she took in a breath and let it out in a soft cry. I picked up on a scent -- perhaps the smell of sex? It was intoxicating.

I knew this was something I shouldn't be watching so I quickly went back onto my room and shut the door.

I had just witnessed two women making love to each other. I hadn't had any sex since my honeymoon. I'd put the idea of it, and pleasure, far away to survive in my marriage. Seeing the two of them like that was disturbing, and I fell into a troubled sleep.

The next morning, I woke up tired. I stumbled into the bathroom -- which was empty this time. After showering I felt better. I smelled coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen. When I got there, all three girls were laughing -- sitting at the table eating eggs and bacon. Kristina had indeed stayed the rest of the night. We shared a look but nothing more.

My mind swirled with strange thoughts. I looked across the table at my sister. She was having sex -- that was obvious. She seemed to enjoy it so much. I wondered, for the first time in many years, what being intimate felt like. My strange thoughts were joined by strange feelings in my gut.

I stood in front of a full length mirror the next morning after showering. After all this time, was I no longer a sexual being? My hair was still black, long and sleek. My breasts sagged just a bit, and my tummy wasn't completely flat. I had a full bush -- unlike Sammie's shaved mound. I had no reason to shave. No one was looking at me and I wasn't even touching myself. Was I still attractive? Could I have pleasure?

I touched one of my nipples. I was surprised at the feeling. Tweaking it, like I saw Sammie doing, brought another distinct feeling. Was it pleasure? It had been so long. I put my leg up on the toilet and exposed my pussy. I gently touched myself -- running my index finger along the slit of my labia as Kristina had done. I nearly fell over at the rush of feelings that came over me. These were most certainly feelings of pleasure.

I dressed but could not shake the tingles in my breasts or crotch.

"You okay, Mom?" Angela asked as I stepped out of the bathroom. "You look flushed?"

"I'm fine," I said quickly disappearing into my room. "Just got warm in the shower."

What was happening to me?

That evening another young lady came over. Jenny was younger -- more Angela's age than Sammie's. She was blonde and had small tits that showed through her top. I found myself trying not to stare at them.

We sat around watching a dumb movie and all headed for bed. Sammie and Jenny did not hide the fact they were going into the same bedroom.

Later, I snuck out of my room. Sammie once again had left her door open a crack -- probably something she was used to doing from living alone.

I peeked in again and saw Jenny undressing Sammie. My sister was truly beautiful. Her tits didn't sag a bit, and she looked so fit and athletic. Their lips and tongues swirled together as they caressed their bodies. Jenny pushed Sammie down on the bed and got on top of her, grinding her mound against my sister's. The two of them started moaning and after a bit they were clearly cumming -- at the same time!

That feeling I'd had in my crotch was back, big time. I reached under my night gown and touched something wet between my legs. When my finger touched my pussy, I nearly cried out in pleasure. My nipples felt itchy and swollen. I looked down and saw my tits pushing out of the thin fabric.

Afraid that I'd be found out, I crept back to my room. I took off my nightgown and saw a large dark stain on my panties. I removed them and laid down. I felt so funny -- so tingly -- that I reached down and touched myself again. My hips moved up at the intense feeling I got. I had never masturbated and had no idea what to do, so I just rubbed my finger up and down and side to side.

An intense feeling welled up within me -- almost a pressure. I felt light-headed and like I couldn't stop if I'd wanted to. I got close to something -- but then heard noise in the hallway.

I pulled my fingers out of my crotch and dove under the covers. I lay there for what seemed like hours -- confused, dazed, unsure of what to do.

The next morning, I came to a decision. I needed help. Something was re-awakening in me, but I didn't know what to do with it. I needed a guide, and the only person I could think of was my sister -- my sister! As soon as the thought entered my mind -- I dismissed it. How could I approach my own sister to help me rediscover sexuality?

I wasn't brave enough to meet people at bars or online. I didn't even know whether I wanted to have sex. But I couldn't keep these feelings bottled up inside me anymore. When I looked at Sammie, all I could picture was her naked body, her legs open, her pussy wet and being licked by another woman. It aroused me and I knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't help it. I started dreaming of other women -- kissing me undressing me, licking me. In one dream a woman was between my legs and when she looked up it was ... Sammie!

I woke with a start -- my heart and my mind racing.

I could hardly look Sammie in the eye the next day. I noticed her body though, how it flowed through a space, how her breasts moved up and down as she walked, the sensuous curl of her lips and curve of her ass. I was becoming sexually attracted to my own sister.

I needed to confess to her -- plead for her help and hope she didn't kick me and Angela out.

My opportunity came two days later. Jenny had invited Angela out to a party. They'd be late. Probably middle of the night late. Sammie and I had a quiet dinner out on the deck and brought our glasses of wine back inside.

"Something on your mind?" Sammie asked as we sat on the couch. "You seem distracted. Like you're not really here."

"Sorry," I said. "This has been a lot. Divorce, new town, new home -- reconnecting with you. Meeting your friends."

"I know," Sammie said, putting her hand on my knee. "I hope I haven't done anything to make it more difficult."

"Not at all," I said. "I love your house, your friends -- and your home. It's not that."

"What is it, then? You can tell me. I'm your sister. Something's seemed off with you. I know we haven't connected very well over the years, but you can trust me. Is it Doug?"

"That bastard? No. I've practically forgotten his name. But ... you knew about our situation, right?"

"Situation?"

I paused. "I don't want to burden you with this."

"It's not a burden, Ava. Really."

I sighed. "You're aware that we got pregnant on our honeymoon, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Well ... that was also the last time Doug and I had sex."

Sammie's eyes grew wide. "Wow!"

"That's right. After we got back home, I learned his true colors. He wanted a trophy wife, to show off, not to be intimate with. I lived for 18 years in a marriage with no sex. None at all!"

With that, I broke. The tears came quickly, and I couldn't control them. I sobbed and fell into Sammie's arms. It was like nearly two decades of sadness poured out of me. I must have cried for ten minutes straight without a break.

Sammie held me tight. Despite my tears, I took comfort in her warm body holding me.

"Ava," Sammie said, holding my shoulders so I could face her. "It's going to be all right. You're going to be all right. You're with me now. You're here. You and Angela. Doug's a piece of shit and he's in the past. Okay? Say it."

I laughed. "Say what?"

"Doug's a piece of shit and he's in the past. Say it!"

"Well ... um ... okay. Doug's a piece of shit and he's in the past."

We both laughed. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Yeah. It does. Thanks. I've got to keep saying that to myself."

"That's a good big sister!"

I looked down.

"Something else?" Sammie asked, pulling up on my chin.

"This is the hard part, I'm afraid," I said, taking her hand.

"Go for it. I can handle it whatever it is. Are you a secret serial killer or something?"

I chuckled. "Nothing like that. Um ... okay, I'm just going to come out with it."

I shifted in my seat. "I've loved getting to know Kristina and Jenny. And I know you are really close to them. I mean really close."

Sammie smiled. "I'm so sorry. Did we, um, disturb you? I try to be quiet."

"No, not at all. You didn't disturb me. You, um, woke up something in me."

"Huh?"

"The other night. I got up to use the bathroom. I didn't know Kristina was in there. She was, um, she didn't have on any clothes. Which was fine. But ... when she went back into your room, I got curious."

"Curious?"

"I may have looked in your door and saw you two together."

"Oh!" Sammie said, her eyebrows rising high. "Saw us ..."

"Making love. It was beautiful, actually. You're beautiful."

"Um, thank you. You're pretty awesome looking yourself."

"I don't know about that, but thanks. See, I started feeling things after that -- things I don't remember feeling before. I snuck out when Jenny was here too. I watched for longer. I saw you cum together."

"Oh!"

"It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. And ever since I haven't been able to stop thinking about ..."

"Kristina and Jenny?"

"No, Sammie. About you. About my sister."

"Oh shit!" Sammie said.

"I know. It's awful. It's wrong. You probably want to kick me out now. I can go start packing ..."

I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence. Sammie leaned in and kissed me. On the lips.

"Oh ... sorry ... I shouldn't have done that," she said, pulling back.

I touched my lips, feeling suddenly light-headed and tingly all over.

"I'm so sorry, Ava. You just said ... and I ... I've been having feelings and ..."

This time I leaned back and kissed her. I couldn't believe I was doing it. Her lips were so soft and warm and her mouth so inviting. At that moment, I didn't care if she was my sister. I loved her and was attracted to her sexually.

We broke off and sat back, out of breath.

"Um, what just happened?" I said, astonished that she didn't seem upset at my confession.

"Um, I think we kissed each other," Sammie said. "And I think we liked it."

We both chuckled again.

"So ...?"

"So, I have a confession to make too," Sammie said.

She caressed my leg. "I saw you. The first night. When I was with Kristina in bed. I saw you in the door."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Sammie paused. "Maybe because secretly, maybe I wanted you to come in. To join us. To join me."

"But I'm your sister. That's not supposed to happen."

"I know. But I also know how I feel. To be honest, Angela and I have been talking. For a while now. She told me about Doug."

"She did?"

"Uh huh. I've felt bad for a long time. I knew how much pleasure you were missing, but I never found the opening to talk to you about it. And when you moved in, I don't know, something clicked in me. I thought that maybe I could bring you the pleasure you've been missing."

"Wow!"

"I know, strange, right?" Sammie said, her fingers going up my leg a little.

"You might be my big sister, but it doesn't mean I can't have feelings for you. Even sexual feelings."

With that, she looked up in my eyes. I saw such love there -- and something else -- desire?

"I had no idea you felt this way too."

Sammie cupped my cheek in her hand. "Can I make love to you, my sister? Can I bring you the pleasure you've been missing all these years?"

I nearly cried again but nodded instead. "Oh, yes. Please!"

"I'll teach you what real pleasure's like, Ava. I want to undress you -- kiss you -- lick you -- make you cum over and over on my mouth. Does that sound good?"

"It sure does!" I said.

We leaned towards each other and kissed. This time, I felt something warm and wet on my lips. I opened and her tongue entered my mouth. I was so aroused that my pelvis moved towards her. I had never felt anything like that in my life. And I knew it was just the beginning.

"Mm," I moaned. "Mm."

We broke off.

"Let's go to my room. I want you on my bed."

We stood and held hands as we walked down the hall. I knew I was crossing lines. Was I just carried away by a lack of pleasure? As if she knew my thoughts, Sammie put her arm around my waist and hugged me. It was going to be all right.

We entered her bedroom, and she closed the door -- all the way. We stood at the foot of her bed and kissed again. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt her open wide to receive me. Her breasts pressed up against me and I felt her pert tits pushing on my chest.

"Let me undress you," she said as we broke off.

"Oh ... wow," I said.

"First, your blouse," she said, undoing my buttons.

I watched as she slowly exposed my chest. I let her pull the blouse off my arms. It fell to the floor.

"Now me," she said, lifting her arms in the air.

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a black bra. It was made of a thin fabric, that's why I could see her tits so easily.

"Touch me," she said, placing my hands on her breasts.

Her breasts were firm to my touch, her nipples pressing in on my palms.

"Mm. That feels really good," Sammie said, looking in my eyes. "Do you like my breasts?"

"I do!" I said.

"Why don't you squeeze my nipples. I really like that."

I put her tits between my index finger and thumb and squeezed.

"Oh!" she said, her chest moving towards me. "Squeeze and pull out. Oh -- like that. Mm. Oh!"

"Now can I touch you?" she said.

"Yes," I answered. "Please touch me, Sammie."

Her fingers were so delicate as they traced my nipples. Such a wonderful feeling flowed from my tits down to my crotch. She pressed in with her palms and I shuddered.

"Oh!" I said.

"Have you ever orgasmed before?" Sammie asked as she fondled me.

I shook my head.

"You're going to feel a lot of new things, Ava. I orgasm pretty easily, so I plan on bringing you over the top multiple times tonight."

"Wow!" I said, looking at Sammie's fingers squeeze my nipples and feeling a growing intensity of pleasure.

"Do you want to touch my breasts?" she asked.

I nodded. I did want to. So badly.

She turned her back to me. "Undo me."

I unclasped her bra, and she turned back. Her breasts were so perfect -- two round globes with dark areola surrounding big nipples. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I felt the hardness of her tits.

"Mm," Sammie moaned, closing her eyes. "Squeeze. Like that. Uh huh. So nice. I love that."

I could tell I was bringing Sammie pleasure, and that created even more good feelings in me.

"Want me to touch you?" Sammie asked, opening her eyes.

I turned my back and let her undo my bra. Only Doug had ever seen my bare breasts. I cupped my hands over them and turned back to face Sammie.

"It's okay. You're beautiful, Ava. Let me see."

She gently removed my hands. Sammie smiled as she gazed at my chest. "Like I said -- beautiful."

She gently traced her index fingers along my bare nipples, sending intense feelings of pleasure through me.

"Oh!" I gasped as she squeezed them and twisted slightly. "Oh ... mm ... oh."

"Feels good, right?"

"So good."

"Just wait."

We kissed and traded tongues. Sammie grasped my ass cheeks and pulled me into her. Our breasts and nipples pressed into each other. She felt warm and inviting.

"Are you ready for the next step?" Sammie asked as we broke off.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded my head. I had no idea what that next step would be, but was feeling so aroused by my sister that it didn't really matter.

Sammie stepped back, undid her skirt, and slid it off. She was wearing black panties that barely covered her mound. She slipped them off and faced me -- completely nude.

"Oh ... wow!" I said, admiring her young body with its perfect curves.

"We look a lot alike, you know," Sammie said, approaching me.

"I'm not, um, I'm older and I've never shaved ... down there."

"That's okay," Sammie said, putting her hands on my waist. "I love a woman's bush -- running my fingers through it -- and my nose."

"Oh!" I said, starting to picture her with her face buried in my dark bush.

"Can I see?" Sammie asked.

I responded by undoing my pants. Sammie unzipped them and pulled them off. As I stepped out of them, she ran her finger up my leg, sending chills all over me.

"You're wet," she said, eyeing my crotch.

I looked down and saw a round patch of moisture on the front of my white panties. I was so damp that you could see the outline of my pussy hairs, pressed into the fabric.

"It means you're excited," Sammie said, reaching for the hem of my panties.

"I so am," I said, watching in wonder as my sister undressed me.

My panties came down and off my ankles. Sammie stood and gazed at me. I wondered if that was going to be it. I was nearly a decade older than her. She looked me up and down, then smiled.

"Gorgeous. Ava, you're gorgeous. I love your bush -- so full and dark. I haven't grown mine for quite a while."

I sighed in relief. Sammie came in and we kissed again -- two naked bodies pressing into each other.

"Can I touch you?" Sammie asked. "Can I touch your pussy?"

I was no longer feeling as shy, now that she'd seen me naked. I nodded.

"Let's get on my bed, okay?" Sammie said. "I don't think you're going to last long, and I want you to enjoy it laying down!"

We got up on the bed and laid next to each other. We kissed and made out. Sammie fondled my breasts. Soon her hand wandered to my stomach. My hips rose in response. Something was happening in my body -- something out of my control. I turned on my back.

"I love you, Ava," Sammie said.

"I love you too."

Sammie came in and kissed me as her fingers slid across my bush and down my slit.

I took in a quick breath at the tremendous feeling her touch generated. My hips shot up in the air and started undulating.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," I moaned.

Sammie kissed and licked my neck as her fingers explored me. I felt her dance across my clit, increasing the feelings of pleasure in my body. When her finger moved down, and I felt her enter me, I cried out.

"OH. Oh, Sammie. I ... oh ... what you're ... doing ... oh."

I began panting. I was totally losing control of my body.

"Just let go," Sammie whispered in my ear.

Sammie raised up slightly and I felt her warm wet mouth go over one of my nipples. She increased the rhythm of her finger just slightly.

"Oh ... ah ... oh ... ah ... what ... oh."

Then, like a dam bursting, the most indescribable feeling of pleasure swelled out of my crotch and traveled and crashed over my entire body.

"OHHHHH!" I cried out.

My hips shot up in the air as wave after wave enveloped me. I nearly blacked out at the intensity of the feeling. I was in another world, barely aware of Sammie's mouth and fingers and naked body next to mine.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," I moaned between deep breaths.

The feelings continued to move through me. Sammie's mouth came off my breast and I kissed her -- deeply, passionately, desperately. Her fingers still gently caressed my pussy as our mouths and tongues and lips connected.

"You ... oh ... you ... what you ... did!"

"Good, huh?" Sammie said.

"Oh ... I've never. Sammie ... oh Sammie!"

I kissed her again. I felt as if I'd been born into another world. The fact that it was my sister that brought me there made it even more special.

"Do you want to cum again?" she asked.

"So much!" I said.

"Then let me explore you," Sammie said.

I held her hair back as she moved down to my breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked in.

"Oh!"

She moved across to the other breast, taking the wet nipple she'd just left in her fingers and twisting, pulling, and squeezing.

"Mm!"

I couldn't believe the good feelings she was creating in my breasts. I found my chest rising and falling as she suckled, tweaked, and licked. Her hand once again found my slit.

"Oh!"

This time, she ran her finger up and down, then withdrew it, bringing it to her mouth. She sucked in and licked her finger clean.

"Ooh, you taste good!"

"I do?"

"Mm hmm! Can't wait to taste more."

"You're going to ..."

"Put my mouth on your pussy. Oh yeah."

"No one's ever ... oh the thought of you ... I'm so aroused right now!"

Sammie moved lower, kissing my stomach.

"Now open your legs and let me lick your pussy!"

I obeyed. Sammie kissed my stomach, then my thighs. She crawled over one of my legs and began kissing up my inner thighs.

"Oh ... oh," I began moaning.

She looked up in my eyes as she neared my pussy lips. She flicked out a tongue and touched me.

"Oh!" I gasped. "You ... oh!"

Her tongue came out again, licking up my slit.

"AH!"

"You really do taste delicious."

More kisses, more licks, then her mouth -- covering my pussy, taking in the small nodule at the top -- exponentially increasing the pleasure coursing through me.

I lifted my knees and opened my legs wider. I held her head as she gazed up into my eyes. I couldn't see it, but I felt her tongue, lips, and mouth as she explored me. I felt her go lower and her tongue penetrate my vagina. It was so magical.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!"

She made her tongue hard and pushed it in and out of me. I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

I was going into a pleasure-fog. My hips moved up and down and I felt myself building to a climax. I opened my eyes to see her move her arms around my legs, reaching to touch my nipples. I pulled my legs back to give her more room.

The moment she squeezed both nipples while sucking my pussy was all I could stand.

"AHHHHHH!" I cried out.

My legs began shaking and my hips convulsed as extreme feelings of pleasure shot around my body.

"OHHHHHH! AHHHHH!"

I continued cumming and convulsing for what seemed like forever. I didn't want it to end. Eventually, I calmed enough to bring Sammie up for a kiss. As our tongues met, I tasted my own juices for the first time. I was surprised at how good they tasted -- so salty and musky.

"I ... can't believe it!" I said, out of breath. "That feels so wonderful!"

"I know, right?" Sammie said. "Want to make me feel good too?"

"I do. But I don't know how."

"Just explore. Use your tongue, your fingers, your mouth. I'll help guide you, but I don't think you'll need it. Just do to me what I did to you, and it'll be awesome!"

Sammie got on her back. I came up on the side and gently kissed one of her nipples. It felt good in my mouth, and I sucked in on it.

"Ooh!" Sammie moaned.

Encouraged, I licked and kissed and suckled her breasts. I let my hand move down her stomach, over her wet but bald mound, and down to her slit. It was so slick with moisture that my finger slipped between her labia.

"Oh!" Sammie moaned.

I rubbed across her clit and her hips began to move.

"Mm. Oh. Oh! Ava ... your mouth. Lick me. Oh, please!"

I came off her breasts and moved between her legs. As she opened, I took in that same aroma from the other night. It must have been her womanly scent. It was incredible.

I moved up, kissing her inner thighs. Her breathing got harder, and her hips moved up and down.

I saw her pussy -- dripping wet, her labia swollen and inviting. I got up the courage to touch one of her delicate petals with my tongue. She gasped with delight. Her juice tasted like mine. I loved it.

"Oh!"

I put out my tongue again and licked up her slit, taking in lots of juice. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"Fuck!"

I felt her hands on my head, pulling me into her pussy. I used my mouth to suck in on her clit. She gasped again. I suckled it, licked her slit -- then moved down as she had and used my tongue to enter her.

"OH!" she cried with a guttural sound. "Oh! Don't stop. You're going to ... make me ... cum ... OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH!"

With that, her hips shot up in the air. She held my head to her pussy, and I tasted a gushing of juice pour out of her and into my mouth. I did my best to lap it up and swallow. I hadn't expected this, but it was exhilarating.

She continued to moan and hold my head to her crotch. At some point she pulled me up and we traded tongues and juices between our mouths.

I laid down on her chest and she kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you, Sammie," I said, looking up at her. "I honestly never thought a person could feel so good. Thank you for being a good sister."

"You made me feel wonderful too, Ava," Sammie said.

"Can I ask you a favor?" I said a little later.

"Sure!"

"Can you make me like you -- shaved? I feel like I want a clean start."

Sammie laughed. "Of course. Let's get in my shower."

Sammie very slowly and lovingly shaved my pussy, then kissed my mound and made me cum again.

She showed me how to use my fingers to make her cum as she sat on a bench in the shower.

We dried off and dressed, preparing for Angela to come home.

"I don't think Angela's ever been with anyone, sexually," I said as we sipped wine in the living room.

Sammie smiled. "Until tonight."

"Huh?"

"Angela and Jenny really hit it off. They weren't actually going to a party tonight. They went to Jenny's place where Angela could lose her lesbian virginity."

"You're kidding me!"

"Nope. It's true. Both of you got to try something new and wonderful tonight."

"Wow," I said.

I thought for a moment.

"I'll love to hear her story, but we can't share ours with her. What we did was sort of taboo."

"I guess we'll see," Sammie said. "You never know."