Chapter 1
Carrie always enjoyed it when her sister, Shelly, visited.
Both were widows, lonely widows. They had, like many young widows, various activities to help occupy their minds and time. Or so they told each other. However, the two sisters were much lonelier than they admitted to each other.
Shelly had always been more outgoing. She had always drawn the attention of boys. Carrie, the quieter of the two, had been shy and somewhat afraid of boys, and seldom dated in school. She had envied her sister, even felt jealous of her free-swinging ways.
Carrie used to fantasize about her sister and her dates, her fingers moving about her teenaged cunt as she drew up mental pictures of Shelly sprawled in the back seat of her date's car, skirt around her waist, her panties off, getting fucked.
Sitting on the couch next to Shelly now, Carrie was amazed as usual at the beauty of her sister. Shelly wore an emerald-green, pleated skirt, with a matching blouse. The hem of her skirt had lifted partway up her slender, nyloned thighs, and the view caused a hot little tingle to ripple through Carrie. She was fascinated by her sister's tits; so round and firm, straining outward with the tips of her nipples almost displayed.
Carrie, even if she didn't know it, was as beautiful as her sister. She certainly didn't have to worry about the shape of her own tits, or her silky, long thighs, or the round tightness of her ass. She was, in a different way, just as beautiful and desirable as Shelly.
Both sisters were slender, shapely, with rich, luxurious hair that gleamed with a healthy sheen. Both had green eyes and full, moist mouths. Each had stand-out bodies that attracted men and women alike.
"Carrie, have you noticed anything different about Larry lately?" Shelly asked.
"Different? What do you mean, different?"
"You know, secretive, more shy than usual, maybe. Is he showing interest in girls?"
"Girls? My Larry?" Carrie laughed. "Shelly, he's too young for that."
"I thought that about Joey, too," Shelly said. "Until I caught him with his cock in his hand this morning."
Carrie had been aware that her nephew Joey had been looking at her in an odd way for the past few weeks. At first she didn't understand the expression on his face, and when she realized it was the expression of a boy with hot desires, she had felt a strange reaction. It had been years since she had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock inside her cunt. At first she had not liked the way her nephew had looked at her, but then she found it enjoyable, very much so.
Just the day before when he was there, she had caught him looking at her legs. She had been wearing a pair of loose-legged shorts, and for some reason, she had parted her legs, pretending she was unaware of his gaze. She had heard the quick intake of his breath, and she knew he had seen more of her than he had expected to see. Maybe it was only the edge of her panties, or perhaps the flesh of her hip. But his gasp had created a pulsating heat in her body, a heat that radiated outward, making her tits strain under the white t-shirt she had on, and there was that long-forgotten ripple of pleasure along the lips of her suddenly swollen cunt. To her surprise, Carrie had almost come.
"I haven't noticed anything about Larry," she said, her voice sounding unusually husky. "That is, I haven't really watched for anything like that. But so what, Shelly? You shouldn't worry about something like that."
"What is that supposed to mean, Carrie?"
"You were the wild one, weren't you? About those things, at least."
Shelly stared at her sister. "I know what people thought, but I was a virgin when I got married, the same as you."
Carrie giggled. "How do you know I was a virgin?"
"Because I watched you closer than you think," Shelly answered. "And I ... well, I used to wonder about...." Shelly seemed suddenly nervous, twitching on the couch, which caused her skirt to slide higher. "Carrie, I used to listen to you, in your bed across the room. I knew what you were doing."
Carrie's breath caught. "You ... knew?"
Shelly nodded, her gaze on Carrie's tits.
Carrie squirmed on the couch, her face flushing lightly. "I had no ... idea you were...."
"Awake?" Shelly murmured. "Oh, I was awake, all right, listening to you moan, thinking of what you were doing under the sheets, wishing I could...."
Shelly took a deep breath as she kept her eyes fixed upon Carrie's tits. Carrie saw Shelly's tits lift as she drew in air, and shifted her gaze shyly.
Carrie felt herself shivering. She felt a hot flush creep over her flesh, and unconsciously her thighs tightened, which was a mistake. A throb flowed through her cunt, and she felt an immediate wetness.
"Shelly...."
Her sister scooted along the couch, sliding closer, her skirt climbing almost to her crotch. When Shelly's hand touched her upper arm, Carrie jumped.
"It know it's been as hard for you as it has for me, Carrie," Shelly whispered, her lips close to Carrie's ear. "It's been too long for both of us. When I saw Joey this morning, his cock so hard, would you believe I had the insane desire to grab it, to jack him off, make my son come ... squirt his hot juices over my hand?"
"Shelly, you shouldn't say things like that!" Carrie's voice was very low and throaty. "Not about your own son."
"But it's true," Shelly said softly, her breath hot against Carrie's ear. "His cock was so hard, you wouldn't believe it. He was stroking it, and it was wet on the tip."
Carrie saw it in her mind, and her tongue flicked over her lips. She trembled as her sister caressed her bare arm, gliding up and down, moving over her shoulder. Shelly's hand was hot.
Carrie crossed her legs nervously, causing her dress to lift past her knees. Unlike Shelly, she was bare-legged, her honey-colored tan looking beautiful. She squeezed her fingers into tight fists.
"When you played with yourself in high school," Shelly purred against her ear, "it made me so excited, Carrie. I wanted to come to you, help you, but ... I didn't know if you would want that."
"Why, Shelly?"
"To make it better for you. It's always better when someone else touches you, caresses your body. like ... this."
Carrie's breath caught as she felt her sister slide her hand over the slope of her tit, then cup it, squeezing gently. She sat rigid, unmoving, hardly breathing.
"I mean ... why didn't you come over to my bed, Shelly?" Carrie whispered.
"Would you have liked that?" Shelly purred, licking the tip of her tongue into Carrie's ear.
"I think I would have ... then."
"How about now?" Shelly said, licking along the line of Carrie's jaw, squeezing her tit hard enough to make Carrie moan. "Would you like it now?"
Shelly's hand moved down Carrie's trembling stomach, along her thigh to the hem of her hiked-up dress. Carrie's gaze followed her sister's fingers as they slipped under her skirt, brushing lightly at her flesh. The fingers moved higher, and Carrie cried out softly, unable to resist what her sister was doing to her, not wanting to resist it. She felt Shelly's fingers at the edge of her panties, on her right thigh, and her hips writhed.
"We need something, Carrie," Shelly whispered. "It's been as long for me as it has for you. And when we were young, you were hot, honey, very hot. Only a hot girl would finger herself the way you used to do. We can give each other some pleasure, and no one would ever know."
Carrie's cunt was boiling, soaking through the crotch of her thin panties. The insides of her thighs were slippery now, wet with the oozing of her pussy juices. She found herself wanting what her sister was doing to her, and when Shelly pulled at her thigh, she didn't try to resist. When Shelly spread her legs, running her hot hand up to her panties, Carrie sighed and leaned back. When she felt her sister rubbing the crotch of her panties, she mewled and returned the pressure by lifting her hips, and her hand rested on Shelly's hot thigh.
"Mmmmmm, Carrie," Shelly cooed. "You're wet. You're very wet, so wet your panties are drenched."
Carrie squeezed her sister's thigh, pushing her hips up, writhing her cunt at those rubbing fingers. "Shelly, I've never done this before ... not with a woman. I'm not sure we should do-"
"Hush, honey," Shelly whispered, sliding her fingers down the elastic waistband of Carrie's panties, feeling the soft curls there. "I've never done this with a woman before, either. But we ... you and I, we need this. It will be okay, I promise."
"But Larry ... Joey," Carrie said, trembling. "They might find out somehow. What about our sons, Shelly?"
"This is for you and I, not them." Shelly pressed her hot, moist lips to Carrie's.
The kiss sent a fiery heat rushing through Carrie, and she dug her fingers into her sister's thigh, returning the kiss feverishly.
When Shelly's tongue penetrated her mouth, Carrie gasped. She began to suck it hungrily, tasting Shelly's sweet-scented mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Carrie moaned as Shelly's tongue slipped from her mouth. "Don't stop now, Shelly."
"You see, I was right-you are a hot one."
Shelly's fingers moved through Carrie's soft pussy hair and rubbed up and down the slit of her sister's cunt, pressuring at the swollen knob of her clit. Carrie flung her thighs wide, and she turned, dropping down until she had her lips closed on one of her sister's nipples through her blouse. At the same time, she pushed her hand under Shelly's dress and felt Shelly's pantied cunt, finding those skimpy panties as drenched as her own. Feverishly, she shoved her fingers inside the crotch of Shelly's panties, and found the steamy, wet slit of Shelly's cunt.
"Oh, God! Shelly, it's...." Carrie gazed into her sister's eyes. "Should we do this? Will it be okay, Shelly?"
"We have to, Carrie," Shelly moaned, placing her hand over Carrie's inside her panties. "We have to do it! I'm so hot, so fucking hot, I'd fuck the first guy that walked in here right now! But we don't have a guy, do we? We just have each other. Oh, Carrie, when we were in school, I would listen to you make those wet sounds in your bed and wanted to ... to...."
Shelly slipped to the floor on her knees, pushing Carrie's dress to her hips, spreading her sister's legs. She stared between Carrie's satiny thighs at the wet panties.
"God, you're beautiful, Carrie."
"Not like you," Carrie said, her voice sounding very husky.
Shelly darted her tongue out, licking above Carrie's knee.
Carrie cried out and flung her long legs wide apart, arching her cunt upward. She grabbed her sister's head and slammed her pantied cunt into Shelly's face.
Shelly whimpered, sliding her hands underneath and clutching Carrie's twisting ass, burying her face into the steamy wetness of her sister's cunt, kissing eagerly, rubbing her lips up and down, smearing her face into the drenched panties.
Carrie gasped and held her sister's head, whipping her cunt up and down, grinding hard.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh ... uhhhh, Shelly!" Carrie screamed, her orgasm so sudden and strong. Her cunt convulsed with wetness at her sister's mouth. She clamped her thighs tightly about Shelly's head, sobbing and squirming with fiery orgasm.
Shelly felt her sister coming, felt the contractions of Carrie's cunt against her lips through the wet panties. She tasted the juices, her own pussy on fire inside her panties. She moaned into her sister's cunt, squeezing Carrie's ass with strong fingers. Shelly's mouth covered the expanse of Carrie's crotch, sucking at the panties and drawing hot, sweet pussy juices down her throat. She hooked a finger into the crotch of Carrie's panties and pulled it to one side, then lapped her tongue along the hairy lips of Carrie's cunt, flicking wickedly at the throbbing hardness of her sister's bulging clit, causing Carrie to gasp and buck, grinding harder into her face.
Shelly pulled away and looked up at her sister's glowing face, smiling with just a hint of bashfulness.
"That wasn't so bad after all," Shelly said softly. "Now I know why my husband liked to kiss my cunt."
Carrie sighed. "So did mine."
Shelly smiled. "I've wanted to taste you for a very long time. Of course I'd like it if you did it to me."
Shelly stood, lifting her skirt high.
Carrie stared at those long, satiny thighs encased in flesh-colored nylons, the type that required no garter belt. Shelly's panties looked almost nonexistent, just a fluff of smoky material. The soft hair of her pussy made her panties bulge outward.
Carrie licked her lips as she watched her sister peel the crotch to one side, exposing her cunt-slit. Shelly's cunt was very wet, with swollen lips, surrounded by soft dark curls. The insides of her creamy thighs above her nylons looked mouth-watering.
Carrie leaned forward, sliding her palms up the nylons to the naked flesh at the tops. She caressed her sister's flesh. As Shelly arched her hips forward, Carrie knew she was going to repay the favor. Sliding her hands to the cheeks of Shelly's ass, she looked up at Shelly. She licked her lips slowly.
"I may not do it good," she whispered. "All this is new to me, Shelly."
Shelly spread her legs and pushed her cunt toward Carrie's face. "It doesn't matter how good we are. We'd never be better at this than our husbands, I'm sure. At least it makes us come, and that's what it's about."
With Carrie holding her ass, Shelly pulled the lips of her cunt open, causing her swollen clit to stand up with firmness. It was quite long, longer than Carrie's.
Carrie took a tentative lick at her sister's cunt. The scent of the hot pussy excited her more than she had expected, and the wetness, the softness, the taste.
With a moan, Carrie closed her lips about Shelly's clit and began to suck it hard.
"Ohhh, that's good, Carrie!" Shelly gasped, pressing hard at her sister's face. "Ahhh! That's very good! Ooooh, suck it hard! Suck it deep in your mouth, Carrie!"
Carrie sucked hard, digging her fingers into Shelly's ass. She thrust her open mouth tightly at Shelly's seeping cunt-slit, her tongue sliding along the swollen lips, sucking up the juices that dripped into her mouth. She almost ripped her sister's panties, desperate to feel Shelly's naked flesh.
Sobbing in passion, Shelly lifted one foot and placed it on the couch near Carrie's hip, her knees bent and held up. Then Shelly stood up on the couch, her feet on each side of her sister's hips.
Carrie tilted her head back, and welcomed the hairy slit of her sister's pussy into her open mouth. She licked, making Shelly cry out, grinding her cunt hard at her sucking mouth. Carrie stabbed her tongue in and out, fucking her sister with it. The soft cunt hair on her nose and the wet cunt in her mouth became a totally new experience for her.
"Ahhhh, Carrie, Carrie!" Shelly wailed, humping her ass, banging her cunt into her sister's face. "Ohhh, suck it ... eat it! Ohhh, eat my hot cunt, Carrie! Suck it, tongue it, fuck it! Stick your tongue real deep inside me, in my pussy! I love it ... love it ... love it!"
Shelly whipped her cunt back and forth, banging it hard against Carrie's mouth. Carrie clung to her sister's gyrating ass, her tongue plunging in and out of Shelly's pussy wildly. She made wet, sucking sounds, then pressed her face as tight as she could into the hairy heat.
"You're about to make me come, Carrie!" Shelly cried. "It's been so long, so long, since anyone has made me come! You're sucking me almost as good as my husband used to! Ohhh, my cunt is on fire! Taste it ... taste how hot my cunt is! I'm about to come! Ahhh, deeper, because I'm going to come!"
Carrie had her tongue buried into the tight wetness when Shelly's orgasm came, and she felt her sister's cunt grab at it. She moaned as she made Shelly come, thrusting her tongue in and out swiftly, her upper hp feeling the powerful pulsations. More juice dripped out of Shelly's cunt and into her mouth, and Carrie found the taste to her liking. It was not the same as when she sucked her husband's cock off, with his hot come juices spurting across her tongue and down her throat, but it was good.
Shelly's legs shook, and she was slumping, her cunt resting on her sister's upturned mouth.
Slowly she pulled away, then stepped carefully off the couch, her skirt falling over her hips. Her face was flushed, her lips still wet from sucking at Carrie's cunt. She looked up at Carrie, who was still slumped against the couch, her legs still spread.
Leaning down, she kissed Carrie's mouth. "You were very good, Carrie. I hope I was just as good."
They looked at each other, both a bit surprised at themselves.
Carrie suddenly laughed.
"Was it that funny?" Shelly asked.
"I'm not laughing at what we just did, Shelly; I'm laughing because of why you came here today, so hot and eager."
"But that isn't why I came here today. I didn't know we'd do anything like this, Carrie."
"It was Joey, catching him jacking off, that's what caused you to ... want this."
Shelly grinned. "Maybe, but it's the first time I had my face in a cunt before. Now a cock, that's different. You used to suck your husband's cock, too, didn't you?"
"You want to know all my secrets, don't you?"
"Ever since I knew you were playing with your cunt in that bed," Shelly grinned wickedly.
Carrie stuck her tongue out at her sister, wrinkling her nose cutely.
"Do that often enough and I'll sit on it again!" Shelly laughed, then reached for Carrie's tits, but they were interrupted by Carrie's son walking through the door.