Angie's Tale....

I no sooner saw Beth, and I realized that she had watched at least a

part of the session Nick and I had enjoyed. I knew she would be upset,

or at least embarrassed, over seeing her own sister in a love-making

session; this in spite of having been warned about my relationship with

Lolita and Nick. I pulled my jeans back on, and said to Nick:

"Well, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later." I smiled, “I

guess I'd better have a talk with her."

Then I reached up and pulled Nick to me for a kiss.

I went into the kitchen and saw the table set for three, and a stack of

sandwiches on a platter. Beth wasn't there, though. The screen saver on

her computer danced merrily. Then I glanced out the window to see that

Beth was sitting on a patio chair out on the pool deck. I went out and

joined her, sitting and facing her.

"You okay, Baby?" I asked. It took a couple of seconds before she

responded.

"I'm sorry." she said. "I guess I shouldn't be here to interrupt your

life."

"You're not interrupting my life, Sissie, I'm...We're really happy that

you're here, and that you're getting a new life for yourself." I

continued: "Nick and I should have gone behind closed doors to do what

we did. It's not your fault that you saw what you saw."

"Well, don't expect me to participate." She said, acidly.

"Not for a moment. That's strictly your prerogative."

"What I don't understand is how you can do that!"

"Baby, as you know, Lolita, Nick and I care a great deal for one

another. We make love. It's not just sex." I continued. "We don't do

anything TO each other, we do it FOR one another, for the good feelings

we derive from our activities. I haven't had a single episode with

either Nick OR Lolita that I didn't intensely enjoy."

Then I added finality to this conversation: "And I won't even think of

apologizing to you or anyone else, for taking part in a relationship as

beautiful as this."

I stood and reached down for my sister's hand. "C'mon...Let's eat."

We went back inside, to find Nick at the new computer, playing Solitaire.

Nick's Tale...

I was over $800 in the hole in Solitaire when the sisters walked back

in, so I closed out the game, and went to the fridge to retrieve a Harp

beer. Then I sat at the table and took a couple of sandwiches from the

platter Beth had prepared, as well as a dollop of cole slaw. The three

of us sat and ate in silence, each expecting one of the others to say

something about the recent occurrence. I held my tongue (no pun

intended) on that subject, but finally remarked:

"Beth, these are some mighty fine sandwiches." I was being truthful, as

she had prepared some very good egg salad spread, as well as tuna salad.

The Cole slaw was store-bought, but was decent enough with a few drops

of Tabasco mixed in.

"They sure are, Sissie." chimed in Angie.

"Thank you." Beth answered, simply.

We continued eating in silence, and when I finished, I rinsed out my

plate and fork, then said:

"The X-Files is coming on in a few minutes. Wanna come down and watch?"

"No," said Angie, "I think I'm going to take a shower and call it a day."

"Me too." said Beth.

Beth's Tale...

I was lost in confusion. The time spent having dinner was very awkward

for me, as I had a myriad of feelings coursing through me, but I

couldn't muster up the guts to talk about them. Nick had been so nice

all day, and then I had to catch him doing those dirty things to Angela.

I didn't know if I could forgive him. Yet my Sissie had said that she

enjoyed what they did. Somehow, I just couldn't picture myself putting a

man's... thing... in my mouth. Yet, as I stood and watched them, I had

felt different. A new feeling had washed over me; a feeling I had never

before experienced. I had felt hot inside, and, by the time it was over,

my panties had gotten wet, and it wasn't pee.

Sissie and I finished cleaning up the kitchen. We shared some small

talk, mostly about the new computer. Then we both headed upstairs. When

we reached the second landing, I said:

"Sissie..."

"Yes, Beth?"

"What's it like?"

"What do you mean?"

"What does it feel like, when you...um..."

"When we make love?"

I nodded.

"It's so hard to describe..." said Angela "but it brings out the best

about being a woman..." She hesitated, then said: "Come...let's take a

shower."

Angela took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to the top floor. I

had never been there before. There was a huge bed in the middle of the

room. Angela closed and locked the door to the stairs. We walked into

the bathroom, where I saw a big bathtub, a big shower stall, and a

toilet. I also saw something that looked like a toilet, but it had water

knobs in the back and a little shower thing in the bottom.

My sister quickly took her clothes off. I stood silently, still

hesitating. Then Angela came to me and unbuttoned my blouse.

"Remember how we used to bathe together?"

"Yeah..." I said "Those were fun times, splashing in the tub."

Angela slipped my blouse off then unsnapped my jeans, hooking them and

my panties off with her thumbs and pushed them down. I stepped out of my

pants as Angela removed my bra. Next, she turned the shower on and

played with the knobs until the water was at the right temperature. She

took my hand.

"C'mon, sweetie." she said.

The water was just right, and as it played over our bodies, I started

relaxing a bit. Angela handed me a wash cloth and some soap.

"Can you scrub my back, please?"

"Okay..." I took the wash cloth and soaped it up. Then I applied it to

my sister's back, starting at the nape of her neck, and working my way

down... She leaned against the shower wall, eyes closed.

"Mmmm... that feels good..." When I reached her waist, I hesitated.

"Can you go lower?" I did, scrubbing her lower back. Angela thrust her

rear toward me, signaling that I should scrub lower. I did, washing her

cheeks, and finally the cleft between them.

"Mmmm..." she mewed.

Then she turned around and took the wash cloth from me.

"Your turn." she said, soaping the cloth up.

I turned against the wall as she had, and she began a slow scrubbing of

my back. The tingling of the rough soapy fabric against my skin felt

wonderful, as Angela used firm circular strokes on my shoulder blades,

and then moved lower down. I felt the tension in my body melting away as

I felt the cloth being applied to my lower back. Finally Angela washed

my bum cheeks and then went in between. It had been a long time since

anyone had touched me in my poo-hole, not since my diaper days. But

Sissie was gentle, and a nice warm feeling came to me as she washed me

there.

"Turn around, Baby" she said, and I turned, as she re-soaped the cloth.

Gently, very gently, Angela rubbed the bruises on my cheeks, which had

already started fading. Next, she applied the cloth to my neck and the

front of my shoulders.

"I can..." I started.

"Let me..." she said. "Just relax and enjoy."

She started gently running the cloth over my titties, and as she did,

she kissed the bruises on my face.

"These are looking better." she remarked.

As she scrubbed my belly with one hand, Angela cupped one, then the

other breast with her free hand, gently rolling my nipples between her

fingers. I let out a tiny sigh. I didn't mean to, but it just came out.

A tingling came over the inside of my lower belly. Angela's scrubbing

continued downward until she started the place between my legs. She did

away with the wash rag and simply ran her fingers through the folds of

my cunny. Then I felt her touch me in a place that was very sensitive,

and I was soon awash in a sea of warmth. Angela kissed my nipples as she

did this.

"Don't..."

"Shhh..." she said. "Just feel, and let things happen." she whispered.

Her fingers lingered at my cunny, rubbing that special place, and before

I knew it, my body started tensing up. I couldn't help myself. I had

very mixed feelings. A voice told me this was dirty, but another told me

I wanted more. And as I grew more and more tense, the one voice lost its

influence over me as I hungered for more good feelings. Finally it was

too much... I gasped and moaned, as I felt a glorious release come over

me...

All too soon, Angela turned the shower water off, and we stepped out. My

sister took a bath towel, and began rubbing me down with it. I felt

limp, and could barely stand, but began recovering my composure. I was

at a loss for words, as I had never before experienced the feelings I

had just had. Angela pulled up a stool and bade me to sit, while she

dried herself off. Then she took up a hairbrush and a blow dryer, and

proceeded to dry off my head. It felt good to be spoiled like that. When

Angie was satisfied with her handiwork, she did a quick job on her own

short hair, and then took my hand.

"Time to go to bed."

I obediently followed her back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed,

where she joined me.

"I never felt like that before." I said in a voice full of wonder.

"And it gets better..." said Angela, as she pulled my head to her and

kissed me on the mouth.

I tensed up, gasping.

"Shhh...." she said, "Relax..."

I forced myself to relax, and once again, my sister kissed me, this time

invading my mouth with her tongue, which played with my own. Once again,

I started feeling that strange hunger, that tingling...

Angela's mouth moved down to the cleft of my shoulder and her tongue

played the area, tickling me deliciously. She then proceeded downward to

my titties and kissed my nipples, sucking them into her mouth and

tonguing them gently. That hungry feeling increased, and I sighed. I

felt a new wetness in my cunny as my sister's tongue roamed about my

belly. A myriad of thoughts went through my mind; some were guilty

thoughts, but most told me that I needed more...

Sissie gently parted my legs and she began kissing my cunny's lips. Her

tongue parted them and then touched me in that special place. I gasped

as a rush of heat flooded me inside, and I felt the wetness surging

within me. I lost control over my body and began thrusting my hips

toward Angela's mouth. Her incessant licking made the hunger within me

grow more and more, and soon I was moaning, gasping and sighing as new

sensations came to fruition within me. All the while, the tension in my

body increased, to the point where relaxing was an impossibility. Every

muscle in my body tightened, and then suddenly I felt myself go limp, as

the warm feeling came to a peak, and I fell back, out of breath.

Angela came up from between my legs, and kissed me tenderly on the mouth.

"Now, go to sleep, Sweetie." Then she lay on her side, facing away from

me. I nestled my body against hers, and my hand just naturally found her

breast.

"I love you, Sissie."

"I love you too."

Angie's Tale...

I didn't know if I was doing right or wrong while I seduced my sister,

but I concluded that she needed to be exposed to the beautiful, loving

aspect of sex. After her traumatic experiences with Joshua, I felt that

I was the only person who could show her that sexual feelings were

natural and beautiful phenomena. In retrospect, I've come to the

conclusion that I hit the nail right on the head.

We both must have done a bit of tossing and turning, because I awoke to

find that Beth's head rested on my shoulder, her hand gently cupping one

of my breasts. The dim, pre-dawn light came through the windows, and I

needed to go to the toilet. I gently lifted Beth’s hand off me, then as

I cradled her head, I shrugged myself out from under her.

I did my thing at the commode, and then brushed my teeth. I was brushing

my hair out when I heard Beth stirring. "You in the bathroom?"

"Yup."

"Okay."

I walked back to the bed and saw Beth stretching, a dreamy look on her

face. She reached out for me, and I bent down. This time she kissed me

in the mouth, and her tongue played with mine. I was somewhat taken

aback, but tried not to show it. She patted the bed and I sat down.

"What you did... what we did...last night...It was so...so good!"

"I know." I said. "I'm glad you think so." I guess you never had an

orgasm before, huh?"

"Orgas... you mean that strong hot feeling? No...I never had that

before."

"So you've never been made love to." I remarked.

"But Joshua..."

"Joshua is an animal." I said, acidly. "He never made love; he just

masturbated with your body."

A pained, far-away expression came over Beth's face."

"Yes...I see it now."

"A true love-making session is one where both parties care enough to

make each other feel good."

"But last night, I... I mean you..." a distressed look came over her.

"Last night was beautiful, Baby." I said. "A true lover also derives

pleasure from his or her partner's enjoyment. Last night was like that

for me."

Beth took my hand and kissed it. "Thank you, Sissie." she added: "Thank

you for showing me."

Nick's Tale...

I couldn't concentrate on the TV show. I still felt guilty at Angie's

and my indiscretion. But as Angie had said, it had been bound to happen.

I went into my office and absently went through my waiting email, then

started working on the big proposal that Angie and I were to submit.

Time flew, and all of a sudden Lolita peeked in. She had a haggard look

about her.

"You look tired, Baby."

"What a day!" she replied. "One crisis after another. I'm glad to be

home."

We embraced.

"There are a couple of sandwiches we saved for you." I said.

"Good. I could use a bite. I wasn't able to break for dinner."

As we walked up the stairs, Lolita said: "I could soak for an hour."

"Why don't we go change, then you can eat outside."

We switched to swim gear then I served up Lolita's sandwiches, opening a

bottle of Chardonnay. Lolita ate, almost too fast, and then we went into

the bubbling hot tub, where I got behind her and began kneading the

tension off her neck and back. It was then that I proceeded to tell her

about the incident with Beth.

"You needn't feel guilty about it." she said, "After all, you warned her

about how things were between us three."

"True, but after all she's been through, I can't be surprised that she

was somewhat further traumatized."

"Maybe so." Said Lolita. "...By the way, where are they?"

"I think they're up topside. They were going to shower and go to bed." I

looked up at the house's windows. The only lights showing were from the

kitchen and Lolita's and my bathroom.

"I guess they're asleep." Then she moaned. "You keep up with this

marvelous massage, and I'll be asleep in no time!"

"Is that what you want?" I teased, as I reached down and cupped her

swimsuit-encased breasts.

"Mmmm..." she cooed, as I began kissing the cleft of her shoulder. My

semi-rigid member pressed against her backside. "You keep that up, and I

may have to have you arrested for assault with a friendly weapon."

We both laughed softly, then she turned around and we kissed. "So..." I

said, "What's your pleasure tonight, milady?"

Lolita put on a mock 'serious' face, and then said: "I need to know

exactly what it was you were caught doing."

We climbed out of the hot tub and toweled one another off. Then we

stepped into the den, where we once again embraced, and I began by

releasing the clasp which held Lolita's Bikini bra together. Her firm

breasts stood out towards me, nipples erect. Lolita, as if reading my

mind, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, and pushed them

down so I could step out of them. My member popped out to greet my

lover. Lolita gently nudged me to a low sitting position on the couch,

then immediately got busy on my phallus, which quickly did its

transition from semi-hard to fully erect. Lolita, down on her knees in

front of me, began her ministrations by generously wetting my penis and

scrotum with her skilled mouth, then gently blowing on them, inciting an

enhanced sensitivity. Then she teased the head and the frenulum with her

tongue, eliciting a series of mini-spasms, whereby I exuded a few drops

of pre-cum. My head lay on the back of the couch, and my eyes were shut,

as I reveled in the feelings which I experienced. In retrospect, I guess

Lolita had taken a generous dip into her vagina for some natural

lubricant, because I next felt her finger making threatening advances at

my anus.

I stopped my lover, long enough for me to peel off her Bikini bottom,

and for us to take new positions on the floor, in the classic

'sixty-nine-on-the-side' mode, which would allow me to service my lover

as she did me.

I had no sooner positioned my head near Lolita's crotch; I immediately

detected the delectable aroma of my lover's essence. The musky bouquet

was always a turn-on, which on this night, as always, galvanized my

libido by leaps and bounds.

My tongue immediately went to task, at first teasing Lolita's shaven

mound, and meandering to the clefts between her thighs and her delicate

lips. Her hips moved in an attempt to guide her waiting clitoris toward

my flicking tongue, but I mischievously avoided touching this already

firm button, as I roamed back beyond her perineum towards her lovely

rear entrance. The touch of my tongue was ever so light, educing moans

of delight and spasmodic motions of urgency, as Lolita's hunger for my

attentions made itself manifest before me.

All the while, Lolita's mouth did its own share of teasing, as my

scrotum was gently taken into it, and toyed with by her tongue. Then,

releasing my sac, my lovely lover advanced her mouth to my anus, rimming

it generously with wetness, and then chilling it with her breath.

Thus we engaged in a teasing contest, each knowing what the other lusted

for, and each coming so close, yet holding back. And the two of us

became a squirming mass, each in a futile quest for a satisfied libido,

each failing in that quest...

I was the one who relented; finally parting Lolita's labia with my

tongue and initiating that labor of love which I so enjoyed performing.

Not a second went by, after this, that I felt my member engulfed in the

warmth of her mouth, as she took the full length of me and slowly,

gently began stroking, teasing, and tickling.

All the while, I could hear Lolita moaning and cooing her own reactions

to my stewardship of her beautiful flower, as we were once again not two

people but one entity engaged in a rhythmic ritual of erotic delight.

On occasions such as this, time stands still as each and every nerve

ending demands to take its turn in passing on the stimulation received,

and the brain is overloaded with information which once digested, spells

the ultimate euphoria; the nirvana of our sexuality.

I lost count of the times that I sensed the tense thrusting which

signaled a plateau achieved by my lover, but all the while, I too was

aware of the pressure mounting within me, inexorably transporting my

psyche towards that brink I longed for, yet didn't want to pass. But,

alas, the inevitable came to fruition as I was hurled into a world of

uncontrollable spasms and I released my fluid into Lolita's hungry mouth.

We caught our breath and then gently kissed, once again allowing the

commingling of our essences in our joined mouths. Then we lay, entwined,

there on the den floor, and slept.

A dim light of morning sneaked through the stained glass of the basement

den's windows as I slowly came awake. I heard the creaking of the

stairs, and before I could act, there was Beth, who was startled at

Lolita's and my presence on the floor. I said nothing, but brought my

finger to my lips, indicating that Lolita should be allowed to sleep on.

I was once again embarrassed by Beth's discovery of us, and worried as

to her reaction. But she stood there, blank-faced, and after a couple of

seconds she gave me a mild smile, then went about the business of

gathering up the empty wineglasses from the den.

As the steps once again creaked with Beth's departure, Lolita stirred.

"Hmmm?" she murmured, head on my shoulder.

"Good morning, my dear." I said.

Lolita almost immediately came fully awake.

"Did I hear someone on the steps?" she asked.

"You did." I said. "We've been caught."

"Beth?"

"Yup."

"Oh, God..."

"No…I think it's going to be all right."