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Regina Discovers Sex

By: Pelios



My name is Regina, and I take after my dad in looks. He had dark hair and skin that easily tanned. But I haven't seen him since I was five when he just left us all. Just like that. We never missed him, because he was really mean and used to beat us, all of us, even mom, maybe especially mom. I didn't know it at the time, but part of the problem was that he was always drunk. A couple of things mom has let drop since then have led me to believe he was a crook, too. Another problem he had was that he cheated on mom all the time. When he ran off, he took one of his bimbos with him. I remember that my mom didn't cry but once or twice, then moved us all to another town. She has taken care of us ever since.

I am eighteen now, and so is my twin sister, Crystal, and we are both in our senior years in high school. They say we are fraternal twins because we look nothing alike. I hate that term. Fraternal. Like we are brothers or something. Crystal takes after my mom, Christine. She prefers us to call her Christine, but to myself I just call her mom. She seems old to me because she is 33, but that isn't really very old. Apparently my dad knocked her up when she was 15 and he was 19, and then they had to get married. But she has worked at keeping her figure with a vengeance, and quite often, she and Crystal have been taken for sisters. 

Both my mom and my sister have pale skin and blond hair, and tans won't stick to them, they just burn. I am tanned all over because I loved to sunbathe naked in the backyard where we have a high fence for privacy. Eye color is also different, my mom and sister have blue eyes, and mine are brown. I have always envied them their beauty, their grace, their lightheartedness, and even the fact that they both had pink nipples, moderate sized breasts and blond pubic hair. Their hair was always straight and lank, where mine was very wavy. They had very little body hair on their arms and legs. And even though I didn't plan for others to see them, I had to shave my legs every two or three days, otherwise, I was afraid I would look like one of those wooly hippy chicks. I am an ugly duckling.

I generally wear tomboyish clothes, because I don't like being ogled, and my sister and mom both dress to look sexy. They both say that I am very beautiful and that I should show it off. They say my full lips beg for lipstick, and my high cheekbones and sexy figure scream for sexy clothes. It is true that my breasts are larger than my sister's, and even a little larger than my mom's. That made me look like a cow or a sex machine, and I found either thought as revolting as the other, well, maybe cows weren't so bad, but who needs udders on their chest. 

Sexy legs with big calf muscles, and dimples in our cheeks evidently run in the family, but those are about the only traits we share besides being all female, well there is one more. We are all tall. I am 5'7", my mom is 5'8", and my twin is an incredible 5'10". Please note, even here, I am the runt. 

My sister dates all the time, and I never do. My sister has lots of girlfriends, and I only have one. My sister likes dancing and going to fancy places, and I like reading, studying and walks alone in the woods, sunbathing and climbing hills – mountains when I can get them. My sister talks about sex and boys all the time, and I have absolutely no interest in the subject. I have never even masturbated myself to a climax, at least not until pretty recently. In short, I don't fit, and have never felt like I do. This has always made me a little unhappy, but I figure that is the way life is. Until recently, that is, then I started to undergo some changes –pretty dramatic changes actually.

It started one night when my girlfriend, Patty, was over spending the night. Patty was just about my entire social life, and I loved her. She is sweet and understanding, smart and sophisticated, and I have never understood what she sees in me, except that we share a few interests. Like me, Patty enjoys her studies and loves nature and taking walks. Unlike me, she very much enjoys dating, shopping and sex. She often tells me of her escapades while dating, which has given me a fundamental if somewhat secondhand knowledge about sex. 

Patty isn't a virgin and it was easy to see why. She was gorgeous, as tall as me, redheaded, and shapely, and like the blondes in my family, she had medium sized breasts that suited her curvy figure. I also thought her freckles made her seem warm and accepting although she said she despised them and claimed she was jealous of the way I tanned. She also said I had great 'knockers' which is what she called my breasts, and she said that she wished hers were like mine. I could only imagine she was trying to make me feel better about my appearance. I wore a 36D bra, which is way huge for an eighteen-year-old girl. At school, I wore boys' shirts and blue jeans and refused to tuck in my shirt, trying to minimize the size of my breasts. Still people would stare at my boobs. I hated it.

The lights were out and we were already lying in my queen-sized bed, just talking, something we have been known to do nearly all night in these stay-overs. Usually I put up with her talking about sex because I loved her, and I figured friends tried to take an interest in friends, and as usual, she was telling me about her latest date and how they had gone all the way. "Now, come on, Regina, doesn't that sound sexy?"

She had been talking about how her current boyfriend had gone down on her – an experience that she had detailed at length, and she assured me that she wouldn't let a boy fuck her unless he had both a rubber, and had already gone down on her. I raised my eyebrows even though I knew she couldn't see them, "I guess, but I really don't know why you would want to go to all the trouble."

She sighed in exasperation, "Trouble? It's trouble to spread your legs?"

I giggled, spreading and closing my legs in the dark, "No, I mean all the other trouble. Making eyes at him in class until he asks you out, dressing up, going to a movie, then driving out in the country to park where you could get killed by an axe murderer, and now you are stuck with him. He'll be like all the others and follow you around groaning how in love he is, and then you'll whine to me about how you don't know how to get rid of him, and then he'll get mad when you dump him and tell everyone at school what a slut you are... All That trouble."

She giggled too, "Ok, but how else are you going to get a guy to make you come. There are games you have to play to get sex, but believe me it is really worth it. It is even worth the risks, even though there are axe murderers stalking all over the place. I sure don't want to get pregnant either, you know! Do you seriously mean to swear that you have never gotten yourself off? Never even been curious about what the fuss is all about?"

I groaned, we were getting into an area I really hated to discuss again, and this conversation happened every month or so, but she was frank with me, so I ignored my pride and told her, "Yes, I have touched myself a couple of times now, but only because you keep making a fuss about it. And it feels nice when I touch myself there, but nothing else happens, and after a while I start to feel pretty stupid, and I quit. Maybe, I am just defective or something. Do you suppose we could leave it at that?" I knew she wouldn't though.

There was a period of silence while she digested this, then, "But what do you think about while you are doing it?" Patty planned to be a psychologist, and way too often, it would show in some of the things she said.

Like now, when she sounded like a TV therapist. But I answered honestly, "I guess I think about what I am doing, that's all."

She sighed again, this time in frustration, I think, "So you have never had a sexual fantasy?"

"No."

She continued and I could imagine her nodding, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

I had to snort, "Of course, my mom, my sister and you."

"Yeah but we have never kissed each other except on the cheek," she explained patiently, "And that's not like a real kiss at all."

I had to giggle again, "So I am like the froggy prince, and I won't ever have an orgasm until someone kisses me like they do in the movies? Bend me over backwards and make my toes wriggle in the air while they stick their tongue down my throat?" I thought I was being pretty funny, but Patty didn't giggle back. There was just silence from the redhead side of the bed. I knew Patty didn't get offended easily, so she must be thinking hard about something – probably about how to cure my anti-social, anti-sexual disease – about which she was no doubt already planning her doctoral dissertation. I wished she would give up on me, but one must humor one's only friend.

Finally, she said, "Maybe that would get through to your latent libido; after all, it feels a hundred times better when someone else touches you, that is, a hundred times better than touching yourself."

This time my groan was inward for I didn't want to share with her my horror for what she called her 'experiments' and some of those had gone disastrously wrong in the past. Like the time she wanted to experiment with social taboos and squatted and peed on the sidewalk downtown in broad daylight. She was arrested, of course, and would have been charged with a sex crime: exposure, except that at the time she was fifteen. Her mother had grounded her for a month. Now that she was eighteen, she was maybe worse. 

I could only imagine that she was mentally figuring out what boy I could date, and my horror deepened. I might have to buy a dress or something. I wore blue jeans in the winter, and cut-offs in the summer. I hated dresses. Then people would be staring at my legs as well as my boobs. I was actually relieved when I heard her plan.

I saw the shadowy shape of her head loom over me, and then she told me, "I am going to kiss you Regina, and while I am kissing you, you will be touching yourself, and I think you will start to feel sexual desire. You might even come."

Even though I was relieved that it wasn't a more bizarre experiment, I still had my doubts. While I didn't want to have sex with boys, I had certainly never considered the perverse idea of sex with a girl, or a sheep for that matter. "That would be queer, and I don't think I am, and I know you aren't!"

"You know absolutely nothing about sex," said Patty with conviction, "For one thing, sexual experimentation with the same sex is normal at our age, especially for girls. For another, I love you as a friend, and I also find you very attractive. Remember, I have seen you naked! You are so hot, Regina!"

"When?" I was a little shocked, "When have you seen me naked?"

I felt her shrug, "I have peeked over the fence when you are sunbathing in your back yard. After all, I do live in the house behind you, and our backyards are adjacent. All it takes is a stepladder. I've done that several times."

I wasn't offended, just surprised, "Why? Why would you even go to the trouble?"

"Because you are drop-dead gorgeous, of course, and I was naturally curious, and I think..." a moment of non-Patty-like silence, then, "Well, I think I may even have some sexual feelings for you myself, that's why."

I was even more surprised by all this, not to mention Patty's hesitation. She is usually so clinical. "Ok, but I don't want to touch myself while you kiss me, Patty, that would be just too icky. Let's just try the kissing and see what happens, ok?"

"Ok," she agreed. Then she kissed me, just softly at first. And it did feel pleasant, but certainly not sexual. Because she was my friend, and because I did have genuine affection for her, I kissed back, trying to soften and mold my lips to hers. After two or three of these, she whispered, "Anything yet?"

I whispered back since she had whispered to me, "No, but it seems nice, I guess."

"And you remember the stuff I told you about French-kissing?" she was still whispering.

"Um, yeah, it's like a conversation, give and take, rubbing tongues, exploring each other's mouth, and stuff," I couldn't help but giggle at the idea. It had never sounded pleasant or sanitary to me, and now I knew that was what was going to happen next. At least it was just Patty's mouth and not a stranger's.

"Ok," she giggled back, although hers was a nervous giggle, I think, "Then I will french-kiss you."

Before she could start, I whispered, practically in her mouth because she was so close, "And you don't have to peep at me over the fence, Patty, if you want to see me naked, just ask and I will take my clothes off for you. And if you like looking at me, then you can look at me all you want." And I really didn't mind. She said she might have sexual feelings for me, but I didn't find that too unusual, not about Patty. Part of her psychological outlook about the world was that everything was sexual, and after all, she did love me. She probably confused being hungry with being sexually attracted to scrambled eggs.

Her hair was making a tent around my head, she was so close over me, but I distinctly heard a quaver in her whisper, "Oh, Regina! I don't think I should ask that, I mean, would you really?"

"Of course, Patty. I love you. You're my only friend, and heck, I am closer to you than I am to my own family. If you want me naked so you can beat off while looking at me, I can live with that." Then she kissed me again, and this time, it really was different, for both of us, I think. Maybe it was the french part, her tongue touching mine, or maybe the fact that her body was touching mine pretty intimately, I mean, I could feel her breasts touching my breasts which felt alarmingly pleasant in a kind of scary way. Even through my pajama top and her tee-shirt, our breasts touching was a distinctly sexual feeling, probably the first I had ever had.

But I think it was mainly her passion that stirred something in me. This was obviously not just an experiment anymore, Patty was kissing me passionately and lovingly, and her breathing was getting heavier, and I felt her fingers curling in my hair. I knew then, that Patty definitely would like to beat off while looking at me naked, and suddenly that didn't seem like such a boring way to pass the time, in fact it was suddenly a very attractive idea. I would be lying in bed like this naked and Patty would sit between my legs and put her hand in her panties and touch herself while she looked at me with desire. Where was such a thought coming from? Was I a pervert?

And I felt it. Sexual desire. I felt it in my mouth, in my breasts, and particularly I felt all tingly and excited in my hips and tummy. And most of all, I felt it there; right there in my pussy. It was like when I was a little kid on Christmas morning, minutes before opening presents, and I would get butterflies of anticipation in my tummy. 

Only this time, there were butterflies all over my body, and a small mob of the butterflies was flying in frenzied little circles inside my pussy. And for the first time in my life, I felt myself getting wet down there unexpectedly, and that was something of a shock. I knew I wasn't bleeding; my period was over a week ago.

I gently pushed Patty back, "Ok," I whispered, "It worked. I really feel it now, but I think I may have peed myself, just a little. I better go to the bathroom."

"What?" mumbled Patty, obviously confused, "Oh, I think I know what you mean, um... See, girls get wet to lubricate, to you know, er, fuck, but go ahead and check. You'll find it is clear, slightly sweet, and almost tasteless."

I hurried to the bathroom in something of a panic, but I found that most of what Patty said was true. I went back thoroughly confused and by no means elated. In bed, Patty was anxiously awaiting my return; in fact, she had turned on the lamp. That didn't make me feel better either. "Well?" she demanded.

"You were right, except about the tasteless part, well, even that I guess, but it smells like... would pussy be the word?" I flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. I had experienced sexual arousal for the first time in my life, and with a girl. Worse, I liked it. I think I liked it a lot!

"Sarcasm doesn't become you," sniffed Patty airily, then she ruined her snooty pose with a giggle, "C'mon, Simmons, what did you feel? I'm dying to know!"

Sometimes Patty and I called each other by our last names – mine was Simmons. "Well O'Brian, if you must know," I drawled, determined to hide my panicky feelings, "I think I felt sexual desire. Warm and tingling feelings of excitement in various body parts, and I am sure you know which parts."

Patty clapped her hands, but at least she did it softly. "Then we made a breakthrough, Regina, don't you see? Now, you have to see if you can come!"

I was way too confused and embarrassed to want to try something like that right now. I felt overwhelmed already and certainly didn't need more whelming. "Patty, for once one of your experiments with human guinea pigs didn't produce a profound disaster. Let's leave it at that for the night, ok, and will you turn that lamp off?"

"No, I won't turn the lamp off, you said I could see you naked anytime I asked, and I am asking." Patty crossed her arms and tried to look cross. Freckled people shouldn't try to look cross, but that is just my opinion.

"Why now?" I'm sure I didn't keep the exasperation out of my voice.

"For several reasons," she shrugged and gave a sheepish grin, a type of expression that I thought freckles worked very well with, "For one thing," Patty was good at listing things, and here we go; "I want to look at you, and you said I could, and second, we have here an excellent opportunity, and third, well, you aren't the only one that got wet from kissing."

I felt dismayed, "You too? We're queer?"

"It's perfectly natural," she insisted, "displays of affection release hormones, yadda, yadda."

"Yadda, yadda? Girl, no one has said that for years!" I accused getting increasingly uncomfortable with the sex topic.

"Strip!" Her arms were still crossed and I could tell she was going to be implacable about this.

I honestly didn't mind being naked in front of her when I said it, but now that I knew she could turn me on, well, it was different. I wasn't sure why it was different, but unlike Patty and scrambled eggs, I knew when I was confused and wanted to back off a bit. But I didn't want to renege either, because I was sure she would make something psychological out of that. I sighed, sat up and unbuttoned my pajama top and tossed it on the floor, and then I pulled my panties off and tossed them on the floor, too. "Ok, I am naked," I said calmly while fighting the urge to dive under the covers.

"Wow," she unfolded her arms and looked me up and down with an amazed expression. "Regina, you are soooo sexy!" She stroked one of my shins with her hand. "Such long, curvy legs, and still such a beautiful tan even in winter... and your breasts! They're magnificent!"

I glanced down at my nipples, a slightly darker color of brown than the rest of my tanned breasts. They were taller than usual and still felt tingly. And the warm excited feeling below the waist was back, and I realized that something about the way she was looking at me and stroking my leg was getting me aroused again. I didn't like where this was going at all. Gently, I tried to remonstrate with her, "I feel a little odd, being the only naked person in the room, like I am on display or something?" I figured a hint would do the trick, and she would urge me to put my clothes back on. I figured wrong.

"I'm sorry," gasped Patty and began pulling her tee-shirt over her head. For bottoms she wore panties like me, or like I had been wearing. In any case, she was naked as I was before I could think of a way to rephrase my objections to being on display. 


Regina Discovers Sex Ch. 02



(Author’s Note: I will do my best to be repetitive about descriptions of Regina and the other people involved, but I do recommend that you read chapter one first to get a full background on the story.)

I awoke about an hour later, feeling refreshed and excited, although it took me a while to reincorporate everything that had happened earlier in the day. My mind reels. I had sex with my mother. I didn’t just like it. I loved it. I loved it so much, that if she had been home, I would have wanted to do it all over again. I sat up in bed feeling pretty grungy. The whole bedroom still smelled faintly of sweat and sex, and most of that odor seemed to be coming from my body.

I cleaned up my bedroom, changed the sheets on my bed and took another quick shower. Then I pulled on a tee-shirt and slipped on some cutoffs and went looking for my sister. I don’t usually go without panties, even around the house, and I never went without a bra, but, for some reason, I wanted to stay as near to naked as I could get away with – I really was going through some drastic changes and felt recklessly happy and giddy about the whole thing. After ascertaining that Crystal was in the living room watching TV, I stopped by the hallway phone where I knew I had other unfinished business. I called Patty and said hello.

“Simmons! I’ve been worried about you all day!” There was no recrimination in Patty’s voice just genuine concern. And I knew it was entirely my fault.

I resisted the attempt by weepy chick to seize control of my tear ducts. “Everything’s cool, O’Brian,” I assured her, “I wanted to call to set your mind at ease. I had to take the day off to beat my breasts and do a serious self-cavity search, but I am okay now. 

More than okay, really, I feel just great. And you were right about me. I have had many revelations.” Hah! Many revelations: Regina’s understatement of the year.

“Hmmm,” she sounded alarmingly speculative, “Sounds like there’s quite a story there, Simmons. But I know how you hate to talk on the phone, um, you do remember that tomorrow is a school holiday?”

“No, I guess I forgot,” I said. But as soon as I said it, I remembered that tomorrow was one of those teacher-meeting days where they get together and plot against those disturbing young students. “But that’s great! I am so not in the mood for school.” 

Patty chuckled, “What I am hinting, O Thick One, is that maybe I should come over and spend the night again so we could talk about these revelations of yours.”

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for Patty yet, but a tingling from below my non-existent belt reminded me of what she had looked like last night when she was so gorgeously naked. Yeah, maybe I was ready for Patty. “Sounds like a great idea. How long will it take you to get here?”

“Um, sitting down to dinner in a minute, so, maybe an hour and a half?” Patty’s voice sounded very eager, but what the heck, so was I.

“Cya,” I said and hung up. I really don’t care for long phone chats, and that is one inhibition I don’t plan to change.

I went to the kitchen, made a sandwich then meandered into the living room while I munched on it. Crystal greeted me with a smile, did a double take on my unseasonable cut-offs complete with bare legs, and then another at my braless-ness. I thought her eyebrows would take off like rockets. But she didn’t say anything but resumed her show, which was ending anyway. I sat beside her on the couch and polished off my sandwich while pretending interest in the lawyer show she was watching. 

Actually I was rehearsing how to approach my sister now that we had drifted so far apart. I also kind of spied on her out of the corner of my eye, which was tricky because she kept doing the same to me. Her ice-blond hair hung lazily over her shoulders, nearly to her breasts, so lank and soft that I still envied it, although I had today acknowledged that my own wavy dark brown hair was unbelievably lush and pretty and just naturally brushed out into waves like I had had a perm. 

She was wearing a sleeveless white cotton tee-shirt and lime-green terrycloth shorts and sitting crosslegged on the couch. Both her obvious camel-toe in her shorts and the nipples pressing against her thin shirt told a story of no underwear whatsoever, which is typical ‘around the house’ wear for my sister. Her cross-legged posture really showed off her muscular calves. 

Her legs were the best in the family, and in this family, that says a lot. But she earned hers the hard way with years and years of gymnastics. When she was much younger she had high hopes of Olympic competition that were viciously betrayed by her own body due to a growth spurt at thirteen that left her much too tall and gangly for serious competition. Never mind that she was a graceful 5’ 10” eighteen-year-old sex goddess now, I knew she still carried the scars of her failure as a gymnast. 

I remembered well the onset of puberty-induced awkwardness that had thwarted her ambition and had broken her heart. I also remembered that was the time that I had begun drawing away from the human foible of sexuality and had let that interfere with my relationships with the world and notably, my family. In other words, I hadn’t been there for Crystal when she had needed me the most. Weepy chick caught me unawares and my eyes filled with tears of shame and sympathy.

I have mentioned previously how I despised this female tendency of maudlin sentimentality, but apparently it was one of the prices I was going to have to pay in order to re-regulate my mind to my hormones. I was holding it in check, but barely. When the show ended, she turned to me and caught me with my eyes brimming.

“Gosh, Regina,” her blue eyes looked so concerned, “Are you okay?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m so sorry that I have been such a shitty sister to you for the last five years,” I began, somewhat alarmed that the tears were now pouring down my face, and I was so choked up that I barely squeaked out, “But I want you to know that I love you so much,” at that point I was sobbing too much to be coherent, while another part of my brain was pleading with God – Please just shoot me, it would be a mercy, and could you do it before my nose stops up?

But no, God didn’t shoot me in time, and I turned into a puddle in my befuddled sister’s arms, trying real hard not to notice her breasts right now. My sister held me, reassured me, kissed my hair, patted my arm, got a little weepy herself, but excusable in her case. Then she said, “Mom has been warning me for years that you might kinda crack up and come around suddenly like this.”

I was way too far into weepychickmania to bite her head off, which would be my natural tendency, but a part of my brain was still shaking its fist. I guess when everyone in the neighborhood wasn’t watching me sunbathe naked, they were whispering bets as to when I would break down and stop being the dark, moping, sexually-repressed hermit that I had become. Oh well, I had to reconcile myself to their sympathy; after all, I had bugged the hell out them for years.

So I got up, blew my nose and washed my face, and then came back to the couch where Crystal and I talked about a lot of things for a little over an hour. I even consented to letting her take me shopping next weekend to buy some feminine clothes. That really seemed to thrill her. Although the idea of ‘girling up’ still made me want to gag, I was charmed that I could do something to make my sister happy with me.

And she was so hot! Her breasts were noticeably smaller than mine, but really perfect and lovely. Her long legs were so smooth and curvy and graceful that her innocent hugs and kisses were not preventing my now joyfully dirty mind from imagining her naked. Most people regarded Crystal as the most beautiful girl in school, and I was completely convinced that was true. But was Crystal so completely innocent?

I had forgotten that except for the camel-toe in her thin, form-fitting shorts, I was dressed as revealingly as she was. And I started to notice that her eyes were spending a lot of time on my tanned legs and the erect nipples trying to poke through my tee-shirt. (It was winter and my tan was fading, but still noticeable, especially compared to someone as fair-skinned as my sister.) I guess some of those hugs had been enough to set my nipples off, and no sooner had I thought this than Crystal hugged me again and whispered in my ear, “We are going to have so much fun becoming a twin team again, Regina!” I was dimly aware that she meant we would become the elegant Simmons sisters and sweep the entire school off its feet. But I found it hard to concentrate on much besides our breasts pressed together where I could feel how hard her nipples had become.

My mind raced. This was no time to start anything; for one thing, Patty would be arriving very soon. But for another thing, my sister may have been aware of her desire for me, but she probably didn’t dream of acting on it, and she probably wasn’t aware of my desire for her. So thinking of putting a seal on things for the time being, and maybe providing a suggestion of my plans for the future, I whispered back, “Can I kiss you, sister?”

Crystal giggled and pulled her head back, “Of course, silly!” Her smile was wide and dimpled enough for a publicity photo.

So, I kissed her. At first it was just a warm sweet kiss, but between my hours of french-kissing mom earlier and the luxuriant feel of my sister’s tender lips, I kind of forgot myself, opened my lips and sent my tongue questing into her mouth. She didn’t hesitate but responded with her tongue circling and touching mine – she was very obviously experienced at this. But I don’t think she meant to respond any more than I meant to dive off the deep end. I think we were both betrayed by kissing conditioning.

It was like being in the bat-mobile and suddenly hitting the rocket engine. A sweet sisterly kiss turned instantly into a passionate mutual soul kiss that had both of us practically panting in seconds. Then Crystal broke the kiss, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. The whole kiss couldn’t have lasted more than ten seconds, but by the end of it, we were having sex – which is a lot going on in just a kiss – but that is certainly what happened.

My sister was blushing fiercely and trying to appear calm as she said, “Sorry, Regina, that was a bit more than a sisterly kiss. I guess I got carried away. I’ve probably spent too much time with boys.”

But I wasn’t about to allow her to take the blame for it, “I started it, twin-sister, not you. Besides, I knew you would be a good kisser, and that’s one thing I want to learn about. After all, I am changing from a non-sexual thing into a woman, and I have a long way to go. It’s just that…” then I just shrugged unsure of how to finish the sentence.

Crystal was still blushing with a shy smile, looking downward either because she couldn’t meet my eyes or because she was staring at my thighs, maybe a little of both. “Just that what, twin-sister?”

I hesitated, “Just that I think you are so beautiful, and I love you so much, that I really would like to kiss you like that some more.”

She stood up, probably thinking that I was so naive and innocent that I didn’t know what I was saying because she responded, “Well, I happen to think you are beautiful and I love you too, but we are sisters, and sisters just don’t kiss like that.” She beamed a cheerful smile at me, “But I am really looking forward to getting to know you again, Regina. At the moment, I think that I really need to get a nice cool shower.” A nice cool shower in February?

“Just as well,” I shrugged, “Patty is on the way over and will be here any minute.”

She laughed, “Well, just don’t get caught up in any of her experiments! Remember the time that she passed out that survey to all the teachers at school asking them to put a check by the box if they had ever fantasized about sex with students? How long was she suspended?”

“Three days,” I sighed.

Crystal’s face was still pinkish and now she was looking everywhere in the room but at me. “Well, guess I’m off to that shower,” she said with awkward enthusiasm as she marched up the stairs.

Evidently Crystal didn’t share the same acceptance towards incest that mom and I shared. Heck, I didn’t either yesterday. But she wanted me badly enough that I knew I could seduce her, that is, if I had a clue how to seduce anyone. But I didn’t have much time to give the problem much thought as the doorbell rang. Patty was here. 

I answered the door, hugged Patty hello, and then dragged her up to my room. She was bursting with questions and waggling her cute orange eyebrows at my clothes, or more properly the lack thereof, but at least she had the sense to hold it all in until my door was closed behind us. I sat down cross-legged on the bed, and after tossing her coat, overnight bag and shoes on the floor, she joined me.

“Wow, Regina,” Patty was giving me a very open look over, “I’ve never seen you in shorts in winter, and wow, no bra! You having some kind of breakdown?” But she didn’t look concerned about it, she was grinning ear to ear and enjoying my 36D breasts, which my tee-shirt did little to hide.

“Yeah,” I grinned feeling stupid, “I guess you could say it is a kind of breakdown. But it sure feels nice and I want to tell you, only…” I realized that I just couldn’t risk getting my mom in trouble. Most people had such a conventional attitude about incest.

“Don’t consider clamming up, girl, not after I had to march over in the cold.” She couldn’t stop the grin even while she was trying to look stern.

I sighed, “Okay, the only thing is, this has to be a real secret. Like even if you’re being tortured you can’t say a word!”

The grin faltered, and she shrugged a little grumpily, “You know I’m not a blabbermouth, except maybe to you.”

“Yes, but I mean even your priest can’t hear this, and if you pray, you don’t even say a word to God about it until after you’re dead and in heaven!” I was serious. I couldn’t let my mom get in trouble for screwing her daughter. I guess because I was 18, she might not go to jail, but it would be very dangerous for her reputation – not to mention that it wouldn’t do mine any good.

“I swear already,” Patty rolled her green eyes, “But if you don’t spill your guts, I’m gonna squeeze your tits until milk comes out!”

“Okay,” I said and told her that I had been sexually repressed because of the way my father had treated my mother and me and my sister. I told her how on a couple of occasions, he had waved an erection and me or my sister, and how one night, he brought home some drunk floozy from some bar and fucked her in the living room and made my mom, Crystal and me watch. I gave other examples and explained my conclusions that I had drawn from earlier today.

“Sure,” said Patty frowning, “But you couldn’t have just figured all this out without something setting it off, that’s not how these things are supposed to work. So what happened?”

Maybe Patty the psychology-sex-nut did know something after all… I took a deep breath, “I walked in on my mom while she was getting out of the shower, and I felt the same way you made me feel last night, and then I just had my first orgasm. It was really strong too. I know, I have had 10 or twenty in the last few hours, and that first one was really strong, not the strongest, but really powerful.”

“Wow!” said Patty, looking impressed, “A spontaneous orgasm! That’s got to be rare. But it’s not such a big deal about your mom. After all, she is really pretty and sexy; I mean she could be a model, even at her age. Besides, it might have happened at anytime – repression can do that when it lets go all of a sudden. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know.”

“Yeah, my mom said the same thing,” then I shook my head, “Then mom and I had sex for a couple of hours. That’s when I had all those other orgasms. The biggest was when my mom ate me out. I fainted during that one, it went on so long.”

It was worth baring my secret soul for the look on Patty’s face and her obvious speechlessness. I managed not to laugh, but I had to grin. “If you could only see your face, Patty. I hope you aren’t disappointed in me.”

Patty’s mouth was agape and made several attempts to say something before sound actually came out, “You had sex with your mother, for hours. And your mother went down on you. Wow!”

I hoped my eyes were twinkling as merrily as I felt, “You really don’t have to repeat everything I say. There was no pop quiz. Try telling me your thoughts, like are you disgusted with me or my mom?” Was it cruel of me to enjoy seeing my best friend, who usually has an answer for everything, totally flabbergasted? 

Flabbergasted or not, Patty was still sharp as a tack. “No, I don’t guess I’m disgusted, in fact wow, I mean, your mom is a really very sexy lady. Hell, I would have loved to have watched the two of you? Did you tell her about what we did last night?” Her intuitive leaps are amazing when they aren’t getting her in trouble. 

“Oh yes,” I answered, “And it’s funny – she said the same thing, that she would have loved to watch us getting it on. She said she thought you had a luscious body.”

Patty sniffed, “Well, we hardly got it on, Regina. But still, she said she would like to watch us?” Patty grinned, “And she said I have a luscious body?”

“Is there an echo in here?” I asked pretending to look around.

“Well excuse me!” Patty said frowning, “This is a bit of a lot to be bombarded with at once, you know! Anyway, since you had so many orgasms, you must have really liked it. Did you…” Words failing her, Patty made a little wavy gesture with her hand.

“Reciprocate? I should say so, O’Brian! In fact, I have arrived at the conclusion that I am probably gay. That’s how much I liked reciprocating! But since I haven’t made it with a boy yet, I can’t be too certain.” I couldn’t believe Patty was blushing, but she was, and she had put her hands in her lap, strategically covering her bluejean-covered groin. To defend herself or touch herself, I wondered. “In any case, I want to tell you again that you were right about me being able to have orgasms once I had one from feeling sexual desire.” I snickered, “Aren’t you happy? I could be your first successful cure, you know.”

“Yes,” she said after a moment’s reflection, “And you are definitely a different person today.”

“Yes,” I assured her, “So different that I am looking forward to our unfinished business.”

“What?” then she blushed again when she realized what I was talking about, “Oh, but that is finished, Regina. After all, you seem plenty cured, and I was just trying to coax you out of your shell a bit.”

We were sitting crosslegged and facing each other, but where I was showing a lot of skin, Patty was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. I leaned forward and brushed her lovely red hair away from her face, “You said you had sexual feelings about me, and wanted to see me naked, as I recall,” I put my legs over her thighs and pulled myself closer to her by hugging her with my legs, “and now I realize that I have sexual feelings for you, too.” Then I kissed her. It was just a sweet short kiss, which she did nothing to prevent; in fact she shifted her legs around me so we could both embrace each other with our legs. “Still want to see me naked?” I asked in a whisper.

Her hands were still in her lap, but now since our groins were almost touching, the backs of her hands were pressed against my pussy. She decided to move them and put them around my waist. She whispered back, “I guess I do, but now you seem so much more experienced. You know I never… not with a girl.”

I kissed her again, and this time she responded by not only kissing back but by opening her mouth to me. Maybe I was getting a little better at this kissing business, because the kisses were getting better and better. I especially liked slipping my tongue under hers to feel the silky slickness there. I loved to hear our little kissing noises, and I could tell her breathing was getting a little heavier. Suddenly, I pulled back and stripped off my tee-shirt, “It’s getting warm in here,” I explained, appreciating the way she was looking at my breasts.




Regina Discovers Sex Ch. 02



“Damn, Simmons,” she breathed, “You really have some great titties. I wish mine looked like that!”

“Well, O’Brian, I happen to think yours are much prettier,” but my nipples were definitely getting harder the way she was looking at them, “I really loved it when you touched my breast last night. Do it again, please.”

Hesitantly, Patty touched my breasts, both of them with both hands. She ran her fingers and her palms over them, hefted their weight, pinched ever so softly at my nipples, and finally she murmured. “No, I’m no expert, but I’m sure most breasts are lovely, but yours are lovely and so big!”

Her hands may have been idly exploring my breasts, but that says nothing to describe the way it felt to me. It was driving me crazy, making thrill after thrill shoot through me. Obviously I was still as sensitive to this as last night, and finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I just pulled her head to my breasts and rubbed her face with them. I don’t know whether she really wanted to, or sensed that I wanted her to, but she started kissing them and sucking at my nipples, making them much thicker and longer. And sucking my nipples gave me shooting pains of pleasure that seemed to be aimed at my clit and setting my nerves on fire.

I used my legs to pull our blue jean clad crotches together and began rubbing my pussy against hers. I started making little moans and groans, trying hard to keep them soft enough so my sister wouldn’t hear them, then I came. It wasn’t a granddaddy of a come, but it was a good strong orgasm, and I was now butting my pussy at Patty’s like some kind of ram in battle. I may have groaned too loud but hopefully my sister was still in the shower.

“Damn, Regina!” said Patty softly, “Did you…?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, kissing her face and hair. Her red hair smelled so good to me. Finally, after a couple of minutes of just holding her, I asked, “Did you like that?”

She made a brief hee-hee giggle noise but nodded, and then she asked hesitantly, “Could you take your pants off, Regina?”

“Sure!” I assured her, and then unwrapped myself from around her, stood by the side of the bed, dropped my cutoffs and kicked them away. I stood there naked a few seconds, just letting her look at me – she spent most of her time looking at my dark haired pussy. At the top right of my dark brown delta is a mole, just an ordinary dark brown mole, nothing but a small, flat, dark brown almost black discoloration, but now, looking at it through Patty’s eyes, it looked for the first time like a beauty mark to me. She must of thought so too because she lightly touched it with one fingertip and sighed.

“You are so beautiful, Regina. I think you are the sexiest girl on earth.”

I stretched out on the bed, propping my head on a pillow and looked at her while her eyes roamed all over my body. She couldn’t stop herself from rubbing my legs, and I liked that. After a few minutes of this, I spoke to her last remark, “I’m not even the sexiest girl in this room.”

She giggled nervously, disbelievingly, but she either took the hint, or else she was getting warm inside the sweatshirt and jeans. After all I had the central heat cranked to 72 degrees. Anyway, she peeled off her sweatshirt and jeans and then her bra and panties. She was blushing, not sure she wanted to do this, but she also knew I would feel self-conscious if she didn’t strip. I know I described her earlier but I will do it again – she was just that beautiful to look upon.

Patty had a lovely face, like an angel in a painting, and it was a kind face, with dimple and laugh lines so cheerful that one was tempted to laugh along with her before you even knew the joke. She had shoulder length dark red hair with a little curl to it, green eyes, a cupid’s-bow mouth and freckles everywhere but on her fading bikini marks from last summer, which left creamy unfreckled areas on her breasts and around her waist in the shape of her bikini. 

Her nipples and areolas were the palest shade of pink I’d ever seen on a human body. Where my medium brown nipples were rounded on the tops, hers were flat-topped cylinders, like pegs. They were also large for her breast size, which I’d guess was about a 34C, about the same as my sister’s, and in my opinion about as large as breasts ought to get – although mom’s breasts are slightly larger, and pretty wonderful, come to think of it. Patty’s flat-topped nipples seemed to almost hypnotically invite sucking.

Her legs would be remarkable by any standards; they were long, freckled, muscular with graceful curves, and narrow at knee and ankle. But her pubic hair color was perhaps her most astounding feature. It was sparse, but a combination of pink, gold and orange, almost a fluorescent color that defied definition and seemed to shift in the spectrum even while you looked at it. Her pussy lips were plump surrounding an inviting slit easily seen through her colorful pubic hair.

Patty crawled onto the bed and sat with her knees tucked under and looking at my hips asked, “Could I…”

“Yes,” I interrupted.

She giggled, “But you don’t know what I was going to ask!”

I gave her a loving smile, “Doesn’t matter. You can pose me however you like. You can do anything to me that you want to, Patty. Anything at all.” But I knew what she wanted, at least right now. I slid my feet toward me so my heels were pressed to my butt and spread my legs, thus spreading my pussy wide. I knew she wanted to examine me, and that this wasn’t so much sexual as curiosity. Well, it was sexual, too. I knew all this because I was dying to do it to her. At least I had the opportunity to look at mom’s pussy, but this was Patty’s first chance to get a good gander at what a woman looked like between her nether lips.

“Wow,” she breathed, leaning forward then finally lying down between my legs to get a really good close-up of my inner pussy. “So that’s what girls look like. It’s just not the same with a hand mirror.”

I stretched my legs out around her, still spread wide but not quite as revealing. “Are you bothered by the smell?” I asked, remembering my thoughts about my mom’s aroma.

Patty blushed again. “No, I like the way you smell, Regina.” I could tell she was being truthful, it was just hard to put blushing and Patty together in the same sentence. It just seemed out of character for my brash redheaded friend. She crawled up my body, eased her body against mine and kissed me. Feeling her pussy against mine, her tummy against mine, and her nipples pressing into my breasts – I was quickly getting aroused to a fever pitch again and her passionate kisses with her wicked, teasing tongue weren’t helping. I was getting dizzy with lust.

I turned my mouth aside so I could pant and she carried on her kisses on my face and neck. Then she whispered in my ear, “You want me to eat your pussy.” It was a statement, and she punctuated it with a nip on my ear lobe with her teeth. Then she bit me again on the neck, tender, stinging little bites interspersed with licks and kisses. I was panting harder now and trying to press my pussy against hers. I didn’t know whether she wanted me to answer her or not. I didn’t know for sure that she wanted to go down on me.

She tried to kiss my mouth again, but again, I turned my face and whispered back, “Not until your mouth smells like my pussy.”

She raised her face and grinned, “Don’t worry, I was going to do it, but I have to have a kiss to help me work up my nerve.” She was torturing me, but I kissed her then urgently moaned, “Do it now, Patty, lick my pussy, please!”

She giggled but then kissed between my breasts, sliding down my body, a brief tongue in my navel, and then she was there, spreading my nether lips with her fingers. It wasn’t quite as overwhelming as when my mom had done it, but she had only gotten in two licks up and down my slit before the instant that her tongue touched my clit for the third time, I began to orgasm big time. I tried to stifle my groans, but I’m not sure how well I succeeded. As the wave of pleasure washing through me seemed to be slowing down, I propped myself on my elbows, and looked down at her face between my legs. Dimly, I remembered I had screamed once during the orgasm.

Patty was still sucking on my clit, and the instant her green eyes met mine, the orgasm roared up again, like some kind of loop effect. I dropped my head back and put my hands around her head and hugged her to my hips, fucking her face with my pussy, as the waves of pleasure just went on and on and on. After what seemed like hours, but was probably just a few minutes, I pushed her face away, trying to stop the orgasmic loops before I blacked out again. Even with her face gone, my hips still pumped my pussy into the air a few more times. Ever so slowly, I regained control of my body.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Patty’s grinning face looming over me. She was lying beside me but had leaned over to look at me. “Wow, Regina, you come like Christmas!”

A giggle managed to bubble out of me, “What the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know, but it was sure spectacular to watch. It made me feel powerful that I could do that to someone!” Patty was beaming, but I could also sense her own pent up sexual pressure, and she had to take a breath every three or four words.

I couldn’t tell her that I was so over sensitive that I could probably bump into a doorknob and have an orgasm, so I just asked, “So it wasn’t so scary?”

“Not at all. But you’re a pushover really; I barely got started.”

“But did you like it?” I persisted.

She gave a sigh of mock exasperation, “Okay, okay! I liked it; no, I loved it. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I loved eating your pussy?” She gave me her mischievous look, “Want me to do it again?”

I giggled, satisfied, “No, not just yet. Besides, it’s your turn now. Let me suck your tits.”

She giggled, but didn’t hesitate, resting herself on her arms while she lowered her left breast to my mouth. The moment my lips closed around her pale pink peg, it swelled and grew a little. Like with my mom, sucking on nipples seemed to give me an erotic sense of peace and bliss. Almost too soon, she was moving across me to lower her right nipple to my mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as I sucked it hard. And that is when my mom walked in.

“I thought I heard you cry out, Regina, Oh!” my mom said.

Patty cried out an eeekkk sound, and straightened suddenly, putting her hands across her breasts. I now had a clear view of the door and sure enough, there was mom, her mouth ‘O’ shaped. Christine was dressed only in a bra and panties, so I imagine she must have been changing out of her work clothes when she heard me cry out from my orgasm. Meanwhile she was just standing there, frozen and looking us over. I glanced at Patty, and she may have been blushing with horror, but she was still checking my mom out, too.

“Maybe you should just come in, Christine,” I said casually as I could, “But shut the door before Crystal wanders in.”

Mom smiled and closed the door behind her, “Crystal was just leaving as I came home. A date, I guess.”

“Home a little early?” I asked.

“Yes, a machine broke down on the assembly line. I sent everyone home but the people working on it. It won’t be fixed until tomorrow afternoon at the soonest.” While she was saying this, my mom took the chair from my dresser and sat it beside the bed and eased herself into it. I took another glance at Patty who had gone from looking like she might freak out any second, to an appearance of some resignation or something.

There was a long awkward silence, and surprisingly, Patty broke it, “Did you want me to leave, Mrs. Simmons? Or would you like to stay and watch us? Regina told me that you might like to watch us.”

“Call me Christine,” said my mom, licking her lips as her eyes settled on Patty’s lovely pink-orange-gold snatch. “And yes, darling, I would love to watch the two of you gorgeous creatures.”

“Well then, that’s settled,” smiled Patty, “Only there has to be some rules.” This is one of the reasons I love Patty, she would take an outrageous situation and decide she would try to control it. That was okay with me. “First,” she began her list, “There are no clothes allowed, so you are a little overdressed, Christine.”

Mom started unfastening her bra as she chuckled, “That’s only sensible, Patty! So what’s next?”

“Second, after you take your panties off, Christine, you need to kiss us. That’s for bonding as much as for fun.” We all had a giggle at that. Me, I was loving this.

“Third,” Patty paused as mom pulled her panties off and revealed her blond thatched pussy. After her brain recovered from the hiccup, Patty still stared at it but continued, “Third, anyone may be the watcher at any time, and any watcher may participate at any time.”

For an answer, my mom just crawled onto the bed with feline grace, like a lioness approaching hypnotized prey. She began kissing Patty, who she eased over on her back. I lay there inches away, watching my mom’s body settle on the redhead, my mom french-kissing my best friend. It was a beautiful sight. It was a matter of moments before mom had eased herself between Patty’s legs. They were still kissing passionately, and I could see their nipples touching and my mom’s hips beginning to pump and grind into Patty’s. Then Patty raised her knees, her freckled calves easing around the back of mom’s white thighs, embracing my mom and drawing their pussies into more direct contact.

I knew from experience how good my mom was at fucking a girl, and she was definitely fucking Patty now. And of course, mom moved to spread her legs more to make their spread pussies kiss even better, and I knew this was something I wanted to see up close. I scrambled down the bed and lowered my head between their legs. It was such a beautiful sight! Their clits were pressed together out of my sight, but I could see both of their pink vaginas and the pink puckers of their assholes. I began to lick them both in long sweeping licks from Patty’s pretty little asshole, up across her vagina with a brief dip inside, then up and into my mom’s vagina, a dip inside, then up to lick at my mom’s darker pink asshole, then back down again.

Both of them were getting so much wetter that my face was soon coated with their mixed pussy juices, and I was now stopping at each asshole to shove my tongue in hard. This was getting more and more difficult the more violent their thrusts and grinds became, and the air was thick with the smell of pussy sex. I used both hands to put fingers in their pussies as they started coming, and used my mouth to kiss and lick Becky’s freckled shins and flattened calves. I was definitely developing a fetish for Becky’s freckled legs, and the sight of them wrapped around my mom’s pale bottom was just too erotic for words.

As their bodies slowed and relaxed I moved back up the bed to lie beside them, and I heard Becky giggle and murmur, “You really know how to kiss a girl, Mrs. Simmons.” Then her face turned sideways and she looked at me, “And I can’t believe what you did to my butt, Regina!” Her voice scolded but her eyes looked at me lovingly and happy.

“And to mine!” Mom said, giving me a grin.

I shrugged, “Hey, it was a party. I wish you two could have seen what I saw!”

They both made humming sounds to answer me, their words erased by the kissing that had resumed. It was so hot to watch! But then my mom broke the kiss and said to Patty, “I think Regina deserves a special treat, are you game?” Patty assured her that she was, and then mom turned to me and said, “Regina, you just lay on the middle of the bed on your side, and Patty is going to eat your pussy while I lick your ass. Won’t that be nice?”

I said, “Could I just go down on Patty first, mom,” I stroked her shoulder, “It’s what I was getting ready to do when you came in – please!”

“Sure, baby!” mom replied and rolled off Patty and traded places with me.

Patty eagerly spread her legs for me as I lied down between them. I looked inside her pussy, and it was so beautiful. My friend was almost a fluorescent pink inside with a small hooded clit, inner petals even more delicate than my mom’s, and what appeared to be a small vagina. But I knew her vagina stretched just fine because I had already had two fingers in it, but it was also strong because I remember how hard she had gripped my fingers. Her aroma was a little lighter than mom’s or mine, but it shared the same earthy musk, and just the tiniest hint of pee. It was already very wet and slick, at least partly from my mom’s juices and my finger fucking. 

I explored her texturally very thoroughly with my tongue and fingertips before settling in to nibble, lick, and suck on her clit. Meanwhile I was getting an interesting eyeful as Patty and my mom kissed some more, and then mom went to work sucking on Patty’s tits. Patty’s hips started moving as she came, and it was so sexy for me to ride her heaving pussy, mercilessly continuing my oral massage of her clitoris. She had a much longer orgasm than she’d had while mom was fucking her. I guess she was really getting into what we were doing to her. After she gently pushed my face away from her pussy, I kissed her lovely freckled legs some more.

By then, Patty was sucking on my mom’s tits, but they stopped when I crawled up the bed between them. “My turn,” I grinned. I lay on my left side with my mom behind me, and Patty in front of me. I cocked my right knee, and they took it from there. Patty positioned herself at my waist and I felt my mom trailing kisses down my back. What happened next was so wonderful that I quickly started one of my multiple orgasm loops, so my impressions from that point on got hazy and then even hazier. 

Basically, it was Patty licking my pussy while my mom licked and tongue-fucked my ass. But the sensations were just overwhelming. At one point, both of them had their tongues in my vagina, and I knew that their tongues had to be caressing each other as well, which was just such a sexy image that it still makes me a little nuts to think about it. Most of the time though, Patty was licking on and around my clit, my mom was licking around and in my ass, and one or both of them had fingers up my vagina. I don’t think the gender combinations are that important, like two men could have done it to me, but all I can say is, I highly recommend that every woman find some way to experience this at least once in your life. I swear; it is an amazing experience!

My orgasm, or orgasms, whichever is true, and I still don’t know, went on long enough that I was semi-conscious and limp as a dishrag when it was over, effectively reducing my role to that of spectator. But that was still very pleasant. I watched my mom and Patty make love in all kinds of positions, and it was a beautiful thing to witness. Bottom line was my mom eventually wore Patty out and left her snoozing. My mom whispered to me that she needed to go to the bathroom, and asked me if I needed to go. I nodded and she led me by the hand to the bathroom.

Once there, she ran some warm water into the bottom of the tub, stretched out in the two inches deep, warm water and asked me to pee on her. I asked how she wanted me to do this and she positioned me so that I was squatting over her chest. “Just pee on my breasts, honey, and don’t worry if it splashes around.” She instructed, “But wait until I tell you to start.” Whereupon, she began working her pussy with her fingers while I squatted over her. She was looking at my naked squat and obviously enjoying it very much.

Her face started to have a pink, flushed look, and she told me to pee, so I did. This has to be easier for guys, what with them having a hose to point and aim, because my pee went everywhere. At least I managed to get most of it on my mom’s breasts, but I pretty much splashed everywhere, including on my own lower legs, but that was mostly splash-back. My mom had a nice orgasm during this that was fun to watch, and then she asked if I wanted her to pee on me. Realizing that I would have to take a shower anyway after splashing so much pee on myself, I might as well go for the experience.




Regina Discovers Sex Ch. 02



My mom quickly drained the tub and refilled it with about two inches of warm water – this was explained to me as something to prevent the harsh feeling of lying naked on cold porcelain. Mom was so thoughtful about some stuff! Anyway, I relaxed in the warm water and started to beat myself off while watching my mom pose and squat naked over me, which was in itself a very erotic experience for me. Finally, I said, “Okay, now.” And I came while mom splashed hot pee all over me, although she was mostly aiming for my breasts, too. It was really a very pleasant erotic sensation, although a kind of stinky one. But I was mostly coming from just looking at mom naked.

I was really tired now, so after we had showered together, I went back to bed, curled up with my lovely naked friend and fell quickly asleep. In the morning, Patty and I made sweet, languorous love before breakfast. And as soon as my sister went out for the day, the three of us had another long sex party. I had never had so much fun in my whole life, but I was still determined to have sex with my lovely twin as soon as I could.

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Regina Discovers Sex Ch. 03



Mom had arranged for Uncle Jack to come over and visit me that Friday night. Late Friday afternoon, I was in my mom's bedroom watching her dress for work, and Crystal was already out on a date with her latest boyfriend.

"So any questions, dear?" my mom asked, knowing that I was probably full of questions. I was obviously nervous.

"Well, you already told me that I couldn't get pregnant because he had a vasectomy, but what about sexually transmitted diseases?" I hoped that I was sounding experienced using the proper terms and all.

Mom just shook her blond head; "Your Uncle has only had sex with two women in his whole life. His wife and me, and his wife is so frigid he has only had sex with her fourteen times in the ten years they have been married. If it hadn't been for he and I helping each other out since your father left, I don't doubt that he would have strayed by now. But I have made sure he gets sex at least once a week, and I needed it at least that often, too."

"But now you are having sex with me and sometimes with Patty," I remarked, watching her put on her brassiere, "Does that mean you are going to stop seeing your brother?" She had such lovely pink nipples that I experienced a slight pain of loss when the white cups of her bra covered them.

My mom faced me, naked but for her bra, and I couldn't help but look at that lovely golden thatch as she answered, "No, I can't see how I can do that. He wouldn't have any place else to go, and he does love Marie, and it would kill him to have to go outside the family for relief. Guilt, you see, he would feel like he was really cheating to look elsewhere. For one thing, he might fall in love with an outsider, and he loves his wife, even if she won't give him any sex. He's just like that, noble in a way, silly in another. But who knows, maybe if you like it enough, we can swap out some on my little burden and still keep him happy." Mom turned to her dresser to rummage for panties and laughed, "Not that it's much of a burden, but you'll see."

I grinned at mom, "Have you ever considered helping her with her frigidity, Christine?"

She blinked and stared at me a moment, "I've never thought of that. Clara is very lovely... Perhaps I should give that some thought after all."

I gulped as my mind came back to my immediate future, "Uh, mom, I heard it really hurts the first time..."

She dimpled a grin at me, "I don't think you have to worry about that, dear. I have had a good look at you inside and I haven't seen a trace of your hymen left. That's not unusual, so don't worry about it." She pulled her panties on and gave me a little kiss, "You're going to like it, I think. I do, and you know I much prefer women. Jack knows what he is doing; like I said: you'll see."

"Well," I said, still nervous, "How come he is such a great lover if he has only been with two women?"

Mom pulled on her jeans and was tying her sports shoes as she answered, "Because I taught him, and I learned from your father. You know your father wasn't a good man, but he did know how to fuck like something out of a legend."

Then my mom came over to me, ran her fingers through my dark, wavy hair and said, "You sure look good tonight, baby girl. Jack's going to love your big titties, not to mention the rest of you. And didn't I see Patty sneaking out of your room this morning?"

I grinned, "I not only love her as my friend mom, but I think I am falling in love with her pussy. It tastes and smells a little different. Sweeter, and kind of perfumed, you know? I have asked her about it, but she says she doesn't use those flavored douches or scents or anything."

Mom shrugged and smiled back, "Just one of those happy genetic accidents, I guess. I think I love her pussy too. I know for a fact that my pussy is in love with her whole body from head to toe. I feel the same about you, sweetie. These days your mama's got one helluva happy pussy!"

My mom kissed me goodbye and left me alone in the house to wait for Uncle Jack. I only had to wait about an hour. Uncle Jack is tall, broad-shouldered, and I guess by most standards pretty handsome. He has light brown hair, brown eyes, and a really friendly smile. I let him in the door and he hugged me. Then when we were walking upstairs to my room, he asked, "Are you sure you are okay with this, Regina?"

"Sure," I shrugged, "Mom says I should find out how it is with a man before I just decide that I'm gay." I glanced over my shoulder at him, "And I have to admit that I'm a little curious, too."

We walked into my room and closed the door, then he took me in his arms and said, "I'll do my best to help you keep your options open, but if at any time, you feel like stopping, just let me know." Then he started kissing me.

He was a more experienced kisser than Patty, but not quite as good as mom. He was clean-shaven so he didn't have any whiskers, but his face was still rougher than a woman's too and his beard area was kind of like sand paper. It was pleasant to kiss him, but not particularly arousing. Feeling him hold me in his strong arms was nice and comforting, though. Then he started undressing me. Trying to be helpful, I started undressing him at the same time. I was sort of looking forward to trying oral sex on a man, so I could compare it to my other experiences.

Uncle Jack's penis was large, intimidating in fact. I didn't care very much for his groin smell at first. It seemed to me that men have more of a body odor smell, but it isn't really unpleasant either, and I suppose I might learn to like it. I did try to perform oral sex on him, but his penis was really too big - in that, I mean I couldn't swallow it or seem to get my mouth wide open enough. And he did have to talk to me about being careful with my teeth. But he did seem to enjoy my attempts at it. I'd guess he was close to seven inches long, but what worried me, was how big around it was.

Uncle Jack seemed very taken with the size of my breasts, hefting them and kissing them. He sucked on my light brown nipples until they were long. I guess he liked my legs too, because he rubbed them all over with his hands and took some time kissing all over them. I definitely like having my legs kissed and licked whether a man or a woman is doing it. Watching a woman do it is sexier, but if I closed my eyes, it felt pretty much the same.

He suggested we try the missionary position first, and I had no sooner flopped down and spread my legs then he began to lick and kiss my dark-haired pussy. He was pretty good at it, too, and for the first time with him, I started getting seriously aroused. For some reason I wasn't as oversensitive with him as I had been with mom and Patty, so it took me close to ten minutes to come with him licking and fingering me. Then, when I was nice and wet and relaxed, he began pushing that monster dick of his inside me.

It took a while to get it all the way in even though I was really wet from my orgasm, and I really felt stuffed down there. He grunted something about how sweet and tight I was, and then he started to move. It was uncomfortable and a little painful at first, but then it started feeling better and better until I was actually enjoying it. This went on for quite a while, until he asked me to turn over. He had me get on my knees with my butt in the air and told me this was doggie style as he began to slide his dick back inside my vagina. I liked doggie style, especially when he reached around me to play with my clit while he was fucking me.

This time I actually came while getting fucked - mainly because he was diddling my clit with his hand, I think. But Uncle Jack must have liked the way it made my hips move around because he told me that he came too. I lay back down on my back and watched his penis shrink while we talked about it. Mainly, he just wanted to know how I liked sex with a man. "It was nice Uncle Jack," I said, being brutally honest, "But I guess I find girls more interesting. I guess I am more attracted to their bodies. But like I said, it was nice, and I don't mind if we do it again. Anytime you want, in fact."

"I guess I can live with that," he smiled, "Just call me any time you are in the mood, or just leave a message that you need help with your homework or something. Would you like to try it with your mother and me at the same time?"

This was the first that I knew about mom telling her brother about her and me, but it seemed natural enough under the circumstances. "Yeah," I answered a little shyly, "That might be really interesting, and I would be willing to try it."

He looked a little sheepish, "Well, just something to consider, honey. You have a really hot body, and I have never been with two women at once - kind of a fantasy of mine, I guess."

I giggled, "A very do-able fantasy, Uncle." He kissed me a few times, got dressed and left with me daydreaming about what it would be like to have mom lick my pussy while I was being fucked by a big dick.

I went to take a bath, feeling like I was walking bowlegged from being so incredibly penetrated, and the hot water was just what I needed to relax. I was still in the tub when my sister came home from her date. I know this because she came into the bathroom, saw me in the bath, squealed apologies and ran off to use another bathroom. I also held my vagina open and fingered myself as much as I could to wash out the sperm - I'd heard around school that sperm could make one's pussy stink.

I dried off, and dressed for bed (tee-shirt and panties) then went looking for Crystal. I found her in bed and reading. I didn't know Crystal read that much, but then I saw it was some kind of a romance or sex novel with a nude couple on the cover. She glanced up from her book and set it aside, looking my legs over as I walked up. "Well hi there, sister," she said, trying not to look at my breasts, "How's it going?"

I shrugged, "Pretty well, really, but I was wondering if we could talk?"

She gave me a really friendly, open grin, "Great, Regina, what do you want to talk to me about." She patted the bed beside her, indicating I should join her and sit beside her. I did and sat cross-legged facing her. She was sitting that way too, only she was wearing a full set of pajamas, men's pajamas it looked like, whereas other than my panties and tee-shirt, I didn't have anything else on. She was trying very hard not to stare at the camel-toe in my panties and the dark delta that framed it. I don't know why she was so shy about it, and it sure didn't keep me from looking at her.

"Sex," I said, "I kind of have a problem, see."

"I can't really believe that you are experienced enough to have a problem, yet, sweetie. I mean, didn't you just decide to emerge from your shell? Or is getting sex the problem?" She was obviously trying hard to keep her eyes on mine, but they did stray now and then.


I had thought about what to say to her, and I didn't exactly want to lie to her, so I figured I had thought of a way to tell her what I needed to, but I just planned to omit a lot of stuff. "Well, since we last talked, I have had sex with a man and with a woman, so I have some experience now. Enough experience to have a problem, anyway. In fact, I have several problems." 

Crystal looked suitably startled, her blush contrasting nicely with her ice-blond hair and big blue eyes, "Sex with a man and with a woman? Wow, you do move fast, sis. I mean you told me that you were going to check out this sexual stuff, I believe those were the words you used, but well, wow. That was just a few days ago!"

I grinned a little sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess I've gone from ice-queen to slut in one big leap. In fact, these days, I can hardly stop thinking about sex." Although her pajamas seemed designed not to be at all revealing, I could see her nipples poking at the material now. "Have you ever had sex with another girl, Crystal?"

It looked like my sister's blush and startled look were setting in permanently, and she even stuttered a bit when she answered. "Well, I-I um, no, but um, well a little," I could see the gears turning in her mind as she hesitated, and I knew she wanted to be honest so we could do the sisterly thing, "Well, I did sort of make out a little with a friend about a year ago, and we kind of took our clothes off and we, um, well we masturbated while watching each other, that is, do it." Suddenly she was inspired to find a way out of what was for her an obviously awkward topic, "But who is this guy and this girl you have had sex with, Regina?"

I had planned out how to answer this, "Just a guy and just a girl, sis. I made promises not to tell, so sorry, I just can't. But back to the subject, did you like what you did with your friend?"

"Well, of course," her eyes got stuck for a minute on my breasts, "I mean, we were horny, and of course, sex feels good, whatever." Crystal shook her head and looked back into my eyes, "It was nice, but not a big deal or anything. So, what are your sex problems?"

I shrugged, "I'm not sure the first one is that big a problem, but you might think so. See, I liked sex with the girl better. I mean, I enjoyed the guy, getting fucked and all that, but I am more excited by female bodies than I am by male bodies."

"Oh!" Said Crystal, obviously surprised. "Well, that may certainly generate some life problems down the road, but not with me. I love you Regina, you're my sister and that's that. Besides, you never know about these things. Like supposing the girl was someone you felt closer to, and someday some guy you really care about may just sweep you off your feet. And then there are phases, and they come and go. In any case, I certainly don't think that is a very serious problem. What else?"

I felt genuinely relieved, because somewhere in the back of my mind, I had worried a little about my sister's sense of straightness, despite mom's opinion that Crystal was at least bi-sexual. "Okay, that's the first problem, but there are two more, and I'm a little scared to tell you the second one."

She gave me a really warm smile, and I could see the affection just radiating out of her blue eyes, "Please don't worry about me judging you, Regina!" She said earnestly and leaned over to kiss me, just a sisterly kiss on the lips, but it was dreamy warm and soft. Then she rested her forehead on mine, our eyes looking into each other's too close to focus, "What's the second problem?" It looked like she had one big blue eye.

I whispered, "You know how I always hated to have anyone look at my body?" She answered with a whispered yes, so I continued, "Um, I have had a kind of reversal on that, I think I am becoming a kind of exhibitionist."

She leaned back a little and giggled, this time taking her time to look me over, breasts, legs and even pausing a bit on the camel-toe in my panties not to mention that my dark pubic hair was obviously visible through the thin material, "That's just fine, Regina, I mean you sure have it to show off, and I sure don't blame you a bit!"

"Yes but," and I didn't have to pretend to be a little shy about this part, "Like sitting here with you for instance. I think I would almost really rather be naked, you know, with you looking at me. Just the thought of you looking at me naked turns me on. Don't you think that's pretty weird?"

Crystal was back to the startled look, complete with blush, and she was no longer giggling. "Um, yes and no, of course," she was obviously a little flustered, "I mean, sure, if you want to take your clothes off, only..." This time she shrugged, "Well, we are sisters. Like if you got turned on by me looking at you, well, okay, no harm in that, I guess, but..." She shrugged again helplessly.

Now she was really nervous, and I knew why. She wanted to be honest, but she really didn't want to say out loud that looking at me would turn her on too, and of course, if we were both turned on, that could lead to something incestuous. I knew that she had masturbated while watching me sunbathe, but she didn't think anyone knew that. "I think I see what you mean," I said carefully, deliberately misunderstanding her, "If I get turned on by someone getting turned on while looking at me, my feelings might be hurt if you didn't get turned on, because you are my sister?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." She replied looking and sounding a little confused and guilty, but she still wanted to be honest without going too far, "But well, you know, there could be complications, too. I mean, you're my sister," She paused, not sure how to proceed, then she suddenly blurted, "So what is your third problem, maybe we should skip to that, and come back to that one later."

"Okay, see, I knew that problem would embarrass you, Crystal, and I see it has, and the third one would just be worse, so maybe I should just go and let you get back to your book." I smiled to show her that I didn't hold it against her and touched her cheek to remind her I loved her. Then I unwound my legs and got off the bed.

"No, wait, Regina!" she cried, her face a little anguished, "Look, tell you what. Come back." I could see from her expression that she was thinking fast and desperately wanting to be a loving, supportive sister. 

I stood by the bed, waiting to hear what she had to say. I felt a little mean, pressing her like this, but damn it, I wanted to have sex with her, and I knew she wanted to have sex with me, but now it was her barrier that was in the way, and there was nothing for me to do but tear it down, and I knew it would not fall easily.

"Well," she began, looking away from me, obviously thinking on the fly, "It could be like my friend and I did. I mean, talking about all this sex is a kind of turn on anyway. Maybe we could do like that, and we would both be more comfortable. I mean, maybe sisters should be that close, you know."

"You mean," I said slowly, "We could take our clothes off, talk about sex some more and beat off and look at each other?" This really was a perfect solution, then she could get as turned on as she wanted, beat off for relief, and all without really admitting that she had a thing for me. Simple and elegant, I liked it and wondered why I hadn't thought of it.

"Sure," my sister smiled, obviously liking the plan better and better, "if you wouldn't be embarrassed to look at me naked, that is."

"No," I answered truthfully, "I think you are just about the most beautiful girl in the world, Crystal, and I would love to see you naked."

She blushed, stood by the bed in front of me and began unbuttoning her pajama top while I pulled my tee-shirt over my head. Then I shucked my panties while she stripped off her pajama bottoms, and the whole time we were looking at each other's bodies. I knew what she saw of course. My body was evenly colored with no "tan lines" because I always sunbathed naked, and even though my tan had faded a lot over the winter, I still had at least a light tan. My breasts were large, with slightly darker brown nipples than the surrounding skin, and my legs were curvy and richly muscled. And I could easily see her fascination with the dark haired delta between my legs.

I have come to terms with the fact that I have a really lovely body, but I still think my mom's is prettier, and that my sister's body was prettier still. She is taller than me, blue-eyed and blond-haired, but the differences didn't end there. Unlike my breasts, which I felt were too large, Crystal had much smaller breasts, but absolutely perfect in shape, aggressively firm, and with the sweetest, sugar pink nipples. Her body was athletic with a flat tummy and strong arm muscles, and her legs were very long with simply spectacular musculature, partly from heredity but partly due to her gymnast exercises, which she still kept up.

Her bush was golden blond, much like mom's, only Crystal kept hers neatly trimmed on the sides so she could wear a bikini, and I could tell from the fineness of her hair that her pubic hair would be even softer than mom's. I wanted badly to taste that lovely pussy, but her most overwhelming feature, for me, was those long, pale, shapely legs. Her thighs were long and tapered, not as rounded as mom's, but more powerful with her lean muscles, narrow at knee and ankle, but with those impossibly thick, curvy calves. I hungered to stroke and kiss her calves.




Regina Discovers Sex Ch. 03



I suddenly realized that I had been standing there, just staring at her for at least thirty seconds without a word. I looked at her face, but Crystal didn't notice because she was staring down at my body, maybe even more wrapped up in looking than I had been. It really did feel great seeing her look at me like that with her pink nipples hard like that. So I slowly spun around giving her a 360-degree eyeful. When I faced her again, she was looking at my face and blushing.

"So," she said quietly, "it really turns you on to have me look at you like that?"

"Oh yes," I said simply, "And it turns me on to look at you, too." I stepped forward and kissed her, just a soft smooch on the lips. She kissed back, but kept it close mouthed and sisterly. Suddenly she turned away, crawled up on the bed and sat cross-legged where she had sat before. I followed her up and sat facing her, close enough that our knees were touching.

I didn't hesitate but put my hand on my pussy to squeeze myself while I asked, "Do you get kind of turned on, knowing that I am looking at you?" She had shyly lowered her hand to her pussy while she was watching what my hand was doing in my lap, and her gaze was so fixed, her lips slightly parted that I wondered if she even heard me.

But she did hear me, and after several seconds, she absently answered, "Yeah, I guess I do." Her pussy was spread by the way she was sitting, and because she was keeping her fingers around her clit area, I could see at least a little of the pink. But as turned on as I was by her body, I think I was even more deeply aroused by the fixed stare she had on my pussy, only occasionally raising her eyes to my breasts. Since we had started she hadn't gone as high as my face even once.

"Your friend you were with," I asked, finding myself a little short of breath now, "You only kissed and beat off while looking at each other?" She was still a little slack-lipped but she raised her gaze to look at me in the face. I think she was close to coming but she did give me curt nod for an answer. I continued, "Well, didn't you ever want to do more, with her, or another girl? Maybe touch another girl, be touched by another girl?"

She licked her lips and looked over my body before raising her gaze back to mine and then answering, "I guess I've thought about it a few times." She said softly and I thought, evasively. "I know you were with Patty." She continued in that soft voice, "Who else but Patty? But what did you do? How far did you go?"

"Of course it could have been another girl," I answered, "There are lots of girls at school." I was a little irritated with her since she was so obviously right, and she looked as if she didn't believe me and it didn't matter, so I just answered the rest, "We did everything. We sucked each other's breasts. We licked each other's pussies. We licked each other's bottoms. We rubbed each other's pussies together. We did it all, and we did it over and over."

"Oh God!" she cried out softly, now staring at my pussy again. But she wasn't answering me; she was starting to come. Knowing that I was watching my sister coming while staring at me whipping my clit made me start to come to, and then we were both leaning forward, moaning and grunting as our hips roiled with ecstasy. Then as we were both slowly coming down from heaven our lips met and gently kissed. But still like sisters kissing.

Our lips separated and Crystal sighed, "That really did it for me. I could just see Patty's pretty face licking your pussy and that just did it." She blushed when she realized what she had just said, which surprised me a little, considering what we just did together. Apparently she was still pretending that we didn't just have sex.

I grinned, "Have you thought about having sex with Patty before?"

She grinned back, "No, but I'm thinking about it now. Of course, you never said it was Patty." She looked like she was about to giggle because she thought she knew it was Patty and was being pretty smug about it. I was afraid it would blow her mind if she knew about mom and me. I mean, she was right - I had sex with Patty, but that was just a tiny piece of the pie.

I decided to be a little coy, "Didn't you like what we just did together? I mean, I could go call Patty for you. I could tell her you want her to eat your pussy. She's pretty weird and might just run right over."

"Don't you dare say that to Patty, you evil sister!" She answered, but I could tell she was actually thinking about it. "And of course, I loved what we just did. I came harder than I did with Kelly!" She looked dismayed, "Oops, I didn't mean to say that. Please don't say anything to her either!"

"Wow! Kelly!" I giggled. "That's really hot!" And it was. Kelly was a really cute short girl with brown hair and a pointed little face. She also had a really tight, almost boyish body, but she was one of those girls that just really reeked of sexuality in some way that one couldn't quite ever put one's finger upon, "I would have loved to watch that. Have you ever thought about getting back together with her?"

Crystal shrugged uncomfortably, "Sure, and we might. I don't know. But we're friends and I would hate to risk that." Then she beamed as she thought of a way to change the subject, "So what was that third sexual problem now that we've gotten past one and two?"

"Hmm," I paused, wondering how to proceed, "I'll tell you, but only if you'll give me a kiss. And it has to be one of those kisses that you say sisters don't do."

My sister turned pink again, "I'm sorry Regina. I just don't think you understand. When we kissed the other day, it really, really got me excited. You know?"

"I know," I said softly. Then I unwound my legs, stretched out on the bed laying my head on the pillow and spreading my legs around where she was sitting. This of course, left me spread really wide, and for the first time she was getting a really good look at my slit. Her eyes opened very wide and stared at my pussy. "I know," I whispered as I repeated it, then in a soft voice, but not a whisper, I added, "So just suck it up and kiss me like we were going to have kittens together, and then I'll whisper my third problem in your ear."

She put a hand on her pussy and looked me over good, then while staring at my pussy and squeezing her own, she murmured, "All right, maybe just this time."

Slowly she crawled up and laid herself on top of me, settling her hips inside mine before easing her breasts down on top of mine. She gave a small moan of frustration and kissed me. There was no lead in, no build up, we were just suddenly kissing as passionately as any two lovers ever did. Her tongue was aggressive in my mouth, probing me, and alternately teasing me into her mouth. The kiss went on as we rubbed our bodies together, my legs clutching her around the hips, and her hips grinding into my pussy.


She finally broke the kiss and laid her face cheek to mine, and panted while she whispered, "Okay, tell me now."

I whispered back, finding it just as hard to breathe as she did, "I want to have sex with you Crystal. I want our relationship to include everything. I want us to be closer than sisters, closer than lovers. I want to be like complete twins."

She raised her face then and looked at me, tears welling in her eyes, and she kissed me again. Then looked at me again, so I added in a whisper, hoping to make this easier for her, "It doesn't matter what other people think or do. And I know you have wanted to have sex with me for a long time."

Crystal rolled off of me and stretched out beside me, staring at the ceiling. She sighed, "So. What makes you think I have wanted to have sex with you for a long time."

 "Oh, mom told me," I answered, "you'd be surprised at how wise and knowing mother is. Anyway, she saw you beating off this summer while you were looking at me naked in the back yard. She didn't want to upset you so she sneaked out of the room. And don't worry, mom doesn't think any less of you for it."

We rolled to face each other and Crystal asked, "I don't understand. How could mom not be freaked out?"

"Um, that's a long story," I hesitated, "And I'll tell you everything, absolutely everything, but not until we have finished bonding. Sorry, but it just has to be that way, and you will understand why it has to be that way when I do tell you."

Crystal showed her dimples with a grin, "Bonding? That's cute. And by bonding, you mean 'go all the way' by that, right? Because, I have to tell you, I am more than a little freaked by that idea."

I smiled back, "Yes, in fact that is what I do mean, all the way, sister. What were you thinking about when you masturbated while looking at me naked?"

I don't know when I ever saw my sister blush but she must be setting a record today, because she was pink again. She looked away from my eyes, downward - probably at my breasts, "I just thought you looked free and wild, and I had this kind of fantasy of, I don't know... I guess I was thinking how great it would be to strip off my clothes and come into the backyard and join you. And I was thinking about rubbing my hands all over your body. And I did want a closer look at you. And that's all, I guess."

I said, "Well, here we are, both naked. And I would like it quite a lot if you were to rub your hands all over me, and now you know I enjoy you looking at me. So just do it." I turned back onto my back and lay there, waiting.

She grinned, turning even redder, "Okay." She started with rubbing my shoulders and my arms, although she spent much of her time looking at my breasts. Then she moved on to running her hands softly over my breasts, hefting them, squeezing them and giving light little pinches to my nipples.

It felt heavenly, but I felt the need to concentrate on the task at hand, "So, what do you mean that you're freaked out at the idea of going all the way?"

She continued rubbing my breasts, looking like she was getting excited, and the blush was back when she answered, "Oh, you know, it's going down on a girl. I've never really considered that seriously. I mean, it just seems so nasty."

"Don't tell me you never had a boy do it to you!" I exclaimed. I was becoming somewhat mesmerized by the sway of her breasts as she massaged mine.

She giggled, turning a little redder again, "Of course, fucking isn't enough, you know, but, I mean, with a girl? You said you did it. Why? What was it like? I mean, did you like it? And you really knocked me over with that licking asses stuff. I mean, why?"

I moaned, "What you are doing right now feels really great, twin sister. And don't you like what you are doing?"

She plucked at my nipples with a little smile; they were getting enormous, "Well, yeah, but..."

"So kiss 'em," I told her, "Kiss my breasts and suck my nipples, sister. It's even more fun than touching, and I think you'll like it fine. Please?"

She gave an almost imperceptible shrug, grinned while looking me in the eyes and said, "Okay." She began giving little kisses all over my breasts, lightly sucking on the nipples. It was driving me crazy.

I gasped when she nipped my left nipple with her teeth, "Wow, that feels so good, Crystal; and is it so bad, sucking my tits?"

"No, it's really nice," she said moving to my other nipple and sucking it a little harder.

"When I asked if you had thought about sex with Patty, what were you thinking if you weren't thinking about going down on each other?" I mean I was curious. We had been estranged for so long, I didn't know much about how my sister thought.

"I don't know, maybe about feeling each other up, looking at her naked, and yeah, when you threatened to tell her to come eat my pussy, I started thinking about that, but I sure wasn't thinking about eating hers."

"You would if you saw it," I said, "And her pussy tastes as good as it looks."

Crystal raised her head from my breasts after giving me a brief shocked look and began stroking my tummy and sides. I wondered what she was going to do next, but then she muttered, "I knew it was Patty. Patty is so pretty..." She stroked the sides of my hips a few times, bent over to give me a little kiss in my navel, then straightened again, "I do have to admit that seeing that pretty redhead's face between my legs is such a sexy thought that it does make me wet." And she said this almost casually!

"You can't just touch my pussy, you know," I said, affecting the same air of casualness. "You have to rub my legs first, and kiss them, too. I have my standards!" But oh how I wanted her to touch my pussy! She really had me on fire.

She giggled and moved to the end of the bed so she could massage my feet and ankles. Once again, the sensual feeling of having my feet stroked startled me with its sexuality. I had to swallow before I could speak, and even then, my voice was soft and breathy, "When you came, you were looking at my pussy. What were you thinking about then?"

She had worked up to rubbing and kissing my shins when I asked her the question. She paused for a second, then resumed rubbing and kissing my lower legs while she answered between kisses it little spurts, "Well, I was... thinking about how nice it would... feel if I were touching... you there and making you come... like that... with my fingers."

"Okay..." I had to bite my lip for a second before I could speak further - she had just begun rubbing my thighs and had given me a gentle kiss on my left inner thigh, "Just kiss and lick my thighs, a little, then you can do what you want to my pussy."

I raised myself on my elbows to watch her, and it was a lovely sight. Her lovely blond hair hung over my right thigh as my sister's pretty face obediently gave me several long, hot licks on my inner thighs, her eyes pretty much locked on my pussy. Until she noticed me looking, then she blushed again and giggled, "I don't even know what I want to do to your pussy."

"You want to touch it," I practically panted, "to run your fingers through my pubic hair, and..." I had to moan as I spread my legs wider because she was doing it, running her fingertips through my dark pubic hair and giving the fat lips of my vulva little squeezes and pinches. "And you want to spread it, and take a good long look, as long as you need."

She grinned, breathing harder as she spread me and looked, and without taking her eyes off my inner lips she softly said, "I've never looked at a girl like this, but... You're pretty down here, Regina. Damn, girl, you are pretty everywhere."

I felt her finger trace lightly down the slit, exploring me, but with just the tip of her finger. My hips were shuddering intermittently and quivers at her touch were running through my belly, which surprisingly, I could actually see. "Now, sister, you don't have to, but it would please me so much, oh..." her finger touched my clit ever so lightly and my hips lurched.

"It would please you if I what?" she asked coyly with a naughty little smile.

"Just touch me there, please," I whispered urgently, "I want you to touch me there, just this once, please. You don't have to do it again if you don't want to, but make me come, Crystal. Please?"

She delicately cocked an eyebrow at me, and then she smiled, but she was looking between my legs, not at my face, "Ok, I'd even like that." She lay down on her belly between my legs with her face just a few inches away from my groin and began to manipulate my clit with her fingertips. I moaned and my hips jerked from the shock of the intense pleasure. This only went on for a few seconds when she took her fingers away and kissed me in the pussy, running her tongue up and down.

My hips shivered as I looked down at her face buried in my pubic hair. Her eyes were closed. After a little exploring, she locked her mouth around my upper pussy area and began massaging my clit with her tongue, mostly rubbing my hood left and right. My orgasm was fighting to burst loose inside of me, but I choked it back as best I could, wanting to prolong the pleasure of seeing my sister's face between my legs. I think I managed to hold it back nearly a minute and a half - it seemed like eternity.

Then my eyes were squeezed tightly shut as the orgasm just exploded through me like a bomb. I was barely able to keep any awareness at all on what I was doing, but I was just conscious enough to realize I was holding Crystal's face to my pussy with my hands in her hair while my hips fucked at her face frantically. Then I guess I overloaded to the point of my consciousness fading for a moment or two, because the next thing I knew, was my sister was lying on top of me kissing me with my pussy scent on her face.

And I was kissing her hungrily back and becoming aware that she was grinding her pussy wetly against my hip. Reluctantly I tore my mouth from hers and whispered, "Please stop. I want you to see my face between your legs when you come." Maybe it was a poor choice of words. She raised her face, her eyes tightly squeezed shut and her face as red as a beet while her body shook and shivered from head to toe. She emitted a deep grunt and a little cry as her hips convulsed non-rhythmically against me four or five more times with her grunting with each thrust.

"Too late!" she practically hissed like a balloon leaking air as she collapsed on me, limp as a rag. For a while she just panted in my ear while I rubbed her back with my hands and stroked her legs with my feet. Her hips occasionally spasmed against me, until finally I felt her hips relax too. Then she whispered between pants, "I've never come that hard before, Regina." A minute later, and still panting slightly she raised herself up enough to look me in the eyes, "And a big part of it was the thought of seeing your face between my legs."

"I want that more than anything," I swore fervently.

She grinned and rolled off me, landing on her back beside me, and breathing deeply, "I know you do, and now I think I understand why."

I rolled on my side to look at her and admired the pink nipples cresting her lovely breasts, "Why?"

She gave me a sideways glance then closed her eyes, "Because I couldn't resist doing it to you, and I loved doing it. I'm sure I'll feel bad about it later, but at the moment, I still loved doing that to you, sister."

"Maybe I'll just start eating your pussy and keep doing it forever so you'll never get a chance to feel bad about anything. I love you, Crystal."

"I love you too, Regina." She opened her eyes and grinned, showing her dimples, "But you aren't going to touch me again until you've told me everything!"

I sucked on her nearest nipple to prove she couldn't stop me from touching her, and then she said without pushing me away, "You said you would, Regina." Which of course stopped me as effectively as a truck would have.

"Okay, here goes," I sighed, "I've been having sex with Mom. And Mom and I had sex with Patty, like a threesome, you know? And the guy I had sex with was Uncle Jack." And I waited for the explosion. Meanwhile, I just watched Crystal stare at me, her face revealing none of the shock that I'm sure she felt. Finally after about two minutes of her staring, I asked, "Do you still love me, Crystal?"

"Yes," she answered very softly, "I'm just trying to take in what you just told me. I've some pretty intense feelings about all this." She rolled on her side to face me. "I feel shocked of course."

I nodded encouragingly, "I couldn't help it with Mom. But Patty was actually my first, um, sexual experiment. So what are your other feelings?"

Crystal chewed her lower lip before answering, "It's so hard to be truthful about something like this..."

"I know," I said emphatically, "Believe me I do! The first orgasm I ever had was from suddenly seeing Mom naked, by accident. She came to talk to me about it, and well... Can you imagine what it was like telling your own mother that you just came from looking at her naked?"




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Crystal blinked a couple of times, "Ok, you're going to have to tell me that story in detail. But for the moment, I was going to say, that I feel jealous and a little left out of things. And shock again for all that going on around me without my having a clue... And horny. I feel horny about it, about all of it." She frowned, "And I feel shame about that. I feel dirty to want to see my sister having sex with my Mom. And to imagine Mom going down on Patty... Ok, that is more lust than shame, but... Just wow is all!"

I smiled and nodded, and then I told her everything from the beginning and in complete detail. At the end, she shrugged and nodded, "Well I can certainly see all that happening, and it makes so much sense in a crazy way... I don't think I ever thought of Mom in a sexual way, but now I definitely am, and that bothers me. That bothers me quite a bit, Regina."

"It won't after you have a talk with Mom about it," I said dryly, "She is more loving and understanding than you can imagine." I grinned and kissed my sister's nipple and felt it harden against my lips, so I gave it a little slurp, "And Mom is just fantastic at sex. Believe me, you're going to love it!"

Crystal shivered briefly at my words and I leaned across her to suckle her other nipple, which also hardened in my mouth, "Uh, Regina? It would be okay for you to go down on me now." She was starting to breath heavy and was running her fingers through my dark wavy hair, "But you can suck my nipples a little longer if you want."

I took a little more time with her lovely breasts because I enjoyed them so much. Then I kissed and licked her legs, not because I wanted to tease her, but because I had so wanted to do this. Her legs were very sexy and firm with delicious muscles. Inevitably though I was coming up on her inner thighs and getting close to her blond-haired pussy, when I heard her try to talk, but she was breathing pretty heavily and had to swallow first, "Um, Regina, I'm very anxious for you to do that but, I was wondering if I could ask you for something?"

"Yes." I said, licking the flesh where her thigh joined her pubic area.

"About this bottom licking you were telling me about...?" 

"I'd be delighted," I said, "Just roll over on your tummy."

She did, a little awkwardly since I was between her legs, but the view was a real treat! I gave her bottom cheeks soft kisses and little licks. She had such a beautiful ass, round and soft-skinned. I spread her cheeks and admired her lovely little pale pink sphincter. I licked from the top of the crack down, then from the base of the pussy up, hitting every place but the little pucker. I licked carefully around it, getting slowly closer and closer, and then finally, gave her a few light licks right across the center.

"Oh yes," she said with a little moan, "that is rather pleasant, Regina." So I slipped my tongue inside just a tiny bit, and she gave a little cry of, "Oh!" I did this in between licks quite a few more times before I felt her sphincter muscles start to loosen, then I started easing it in further and slowly further. About the fourth or fifth time that I had my tongue as far up her butt as I could push it, she moaned, "Oh yes, this is, OH! OH!"

And she was fully cooperating now, flexing her sphincter to let me in and squeezing me out. She let me tongue-fuck her butt a while longer before she rolled back on her back, breathing, "Oh, I can't wait any longer, baby, do it, do it now!"

Crystal's pussy was pale pink inside with her parts arranged pretty much like mom's but in a slightly smaller scale. Her vagina was much wetter than mom's as my mother doesn't get extremely wet until after her first orgasm. Crystal didn't stay still for much of my exploration, almost constantly rubbing and hugging me with her legs, which delighted me a great deal. I had licked her just about everywhere except her little hooded clit and was on my third time around the inside of her pussy when she used her hands to grab my head and pull me to her special spot.

Like Patty, I found Crystal's smell almost flowery and sweet and was enjoying it so much, I really didn't mean to hold off so long on Crystal, but all that foreplay evidently left her about to go off like a rocket. I had barely started licking her clit when her thighs tightened around my head, her hips thrust up and she made loud whooping noise. I kept lashing at her hood and occasionally letting my tongue touch her clit being as conscientious as I could considering it was like riding a bronco. 

Her hips thrust up and down with some twitching from side to side. I pushed some fingers into her oozing vagina and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure. I kept it up quite a while wondering if her orgasm would ever slow down but finally it did with her panting and gently pushing my face away. I crawled up her body and kissed her, with her sucking at my tongue and licking my face like she couldn't get enough of her own flavor, and I couldn't blame her. She was delicious.

Later, lying side by side, she asked me if she could go down on me again. I smiled at her, "Let's just rest a while, sis. Mom will be home from work soon."

Crystal just grinned back at me.



I'm sorry I was so long on getting this third chapter finished, but I hoped you enjoyed it. Please don't forget to vote, and let me know if you liked it.   Pelios



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So I looked at her. She had shoulder length dark red hair, green eyes, a cupid's-bow mouth and freckles everywhere but her now faint bikini marks (it's February), which left creamy white areas on her breasts and around her waist in the shape of her bikini. My eyebrows lifted at her pubic hair. It was actually a much lighter shade of red than the hair on her head, more like orange and gold mixed, and her freckled legs were easily as shapely as mine. And that's when I started to get that moist feeling in my pussy again, and I think it was worse this time. 

I was starting to breathe a little heavier and I was still staring at her pussy and her legs, and her nipples; nipples that were an even lighter shade of pink than my sister's nipples which were even lighter than my mom's. 

While I was spinning out of control on pink nipples, Patty decided to kiss me again. And it was like the last one, but more dizzying and erotic, especially now that I felt her naked body pressing against mine, and whether it was pee or lubrication fluid, I was about to get the bed wet. When her hips brushed mine, I felt wetness from her as well. She touched my breast and the sudden rush of pleasure was so great that I nearly fainted.

I pushed her back and gasped, "Patty please! I think I really need to get dressed, and for you to get dressed. And turn off the light. Really. Please!" She just said ok and nothing else, but immediately began redressing herself.

While I put on my panties and pajama top, she stayed silent, even gave me a little smile before she snapped off the light. I just huddled there for a minute under the covers catching my breath. Finally, I whispered, "I'm sorry, honey, it's all just too much. Way too much at once!"

"I know," she whispered back sympathetically, "And I didn't mean to rush you. Most girls arrive at puberty over a matter of years, not a matter of minutes. I should have realized what a shock..."

"I'm just so confused," I practically whimpered. I was usually disgusted by girly-girly feely crap, and now I was full of it. I really was confused and a little angry with myself. I felt like a coward, and that didn't fit my self-image at all.

"I can see that now," she sighed, "I know this won't help but I am a little shook myself. I mean, I never seriously wanted to have sex with another girl before, and when I saw you naked like that... I mean, sure I have normal sexual feelings for my drop-dead gorgeous friend, but I thought it was just to look at you..." I heard her sniffle, "I attacked you! My God! I was... just so... and now you'll never trust me again!" and now she was sobbing.

"Patty, I really don't want to talk any more about this tonight, but just so you know, I liked your kissing and touching, and I got pretty excited when I saw you naked, too." I knew I was somehow being hard on her, so I had to throw her that bone. If she didn't snap out of it, I would get weepy too, and then I would be so self-disgusted that suicide would be my only option.

"Really?" not a sniffle this time, in fact, her voice had wonder in it. "You think I'm sexy?"

"Not discussing any more sex tonight, Patty!" I kept my tone firm. "Tomorrow is Monday morning and we have school. Just go to sleep," I insisted. We slept. Or at least she did. I think.

I dragged myself through school the next day, tired and hung over from lack of sleep, then about three hours before school let out, the fog lifted from my brain, and I started to get panicky feelings again. I promptly went to the school nurse, told her I felt bad, and went home. As I went into the house, I absently noted that my mom's car was here, and then I remembered she only worked a half-day on Monday morning, and then returned to work on Monday night. Her job required strange hours. 

Maybe I should talk to my mom about my problems, but no, I decided the preferred game plan was to go to my room and sulk. I went to my room, tossed my books on the floor and decided that a splash of water on my face would be perfect preparation to some serious sulking and sorting out of my feelings. I went down the hall to the upstairs bathroom, opened the door, and then experienced one of those strange moments in time. You know, one of those moments where mere seconds stretched into minutes. Actually, I am sure that what actually happens is that occasionally our brains speed way up, but it seems like time freezes.

What happened when I opened the bathroom door was; I saw my mom, naked. She had obviously just stepped out of the shower and was still dripping wet. That was when time seemed to freeze or at least, slow way down. I knew it was my mom, but for the first time, I couldn't recognize her as my mom. I saw the woman, Christine. She was tall and toweling her damp blond hair. Her breasts were perfect with no sag that I could see and capped with pretty, medium pink nipples; nipples that were erect at the moment, probably from feeling the cool air on her wet skin. Her belly was taut and her buttocks nicely rounded. 

Her skin was pale and smooth, only marked here and there by moles that really looked more like strategically placed beauty marks. Her thighs were generously rounded and womanly, and I knew them to be firm and not at all flabby. Her calves were gracefully curved with muscles that flexed exotically when she pointed her toes, or when she stood with her weight on one foot with the other foot standing on tiptoes – which is how she was standing at the moment, like some avatar of Diana, the goddess of the hunt, posing naturally and unselfconsciously in the moonlight after having stepped out of a pool in a forest glade. Of course, that is right when Diana catches that poor guy looking at her naked, gets mad and turns him into a deer.

Slowly she seemed to turn toward me, a moue of surprise on her pretty lips that turned into a warm, welcoming smile. Her turning made my eyes drop to her wide hips and to the golden blond triangle that nestled there. I became conscious of a rush of lust that filled me, longing to be wrapped in the arms of this magical goddess, to worship her body with licks and kisses. I felt the sphincter of my asshole clench with pleasure as my pussy flooded with wetness, and somewhere in the center of me a wave started. Not just a wave, a tidal wave, a foam-flecked monstrosity that swept through me like a watery mountain of pleasure, washing, undulating and pounding against the surf of every part of me. 

Some part of my brain knew my body was standing in a doorway, my mouth agape, but most of me had dissolved into that tidal wave of pleasure that pounded like the rhythm of blood against my clit, my toes, my breasts, my finger tips – all through my body, racing, and I swear I could even feel the pleasure in my hair. This seemed to go on forever, but I was also vaguely aware of weakness in my knees, a lurch where I nearly fell, and running out of the room back to my bedroom, sobbing. Weeping, partly in relief, and partly in horror. And there it was: My First Climax While Looking At My Own Naked Mother, by Regina Simmons, ILP (Incestual Lesbian Pervert).

I sat on the edge of my bed, crying, being a weepy chick. I despised weepy chicks, but even so, I couldn't stop crying. After a few minutes of this, my mom entered the room wrapped in a terrycloth robe. She carried a box of Kleenex with her and she daubed my tears and had me blow my nose several times, then daubed more tears, and more blowing until there was a little mountain of discarded tissues filling the waste basket beside my bed. The only thing she actually said was, "We'll talk, but only after you are feeling better." 

I was already feeling a little better because it reminded me of when she had taken such gentle care of me when I had the flu – I think I was seven at the time. Not that I felt great, but I did feel a rush of love for her and really felt her nurturing and concern. Of course, balanced against that, I had just had my first full sexual experience with my mom in the bathroom. She walked me back to the bathroom, had me splash water on my face, gently patted my face dry, walked me back to the bedroom and sat me down back on the bed, never leaving my side for an instant.

"Ok, Regina, are you recovered enough to discuss it? It looked like you walked into the bathroom, saw me, and either had a seizure or a powerful sexual release. I am assuming the latter. Is that correct?"

I guess maybe there was something to the weepy chick business. Between the climax and the weeping, I felt emotionally drained enough to discuss myself openly and matter-of-factly, something I had probably never done before with anyone. "Well, I suddenly saw how beautiful you were mom, er, Christine, and suddenly I just had this orgasm. I was thinking about how it would be to make love to you when it just happened. Guess I am a queer pervert. I may need to readjust my self image a bit."

She chuckled, "And I think you are over-dramatizing a bit, but I don't really blame you. I have worried about this for a while, and I knew it was only a matter of time."

"Christine, I can't believe you knew I was a queer pervert while I never suspected a thing." I said flatly.

She giggled again, this time a little nervously, I thought. I couldn't imagine anything funny about my predicament. "No dear, that is the over-dramatizing part. Let's focus on reality a moment. You have been severely sexually repressed and borderline socially retarded since you turned thirteen, and this is a seriously abnormal condition for an otherwise healthy child, and it was only a matter of time until you blew up like a volcano. You are attaching much too much significance to the circumstances that lit the fuse. For all we know, it might have happened while you were looking at a fire hydrant. But I knew it would happen, and my therapist warned me to look for behaviors like this in my children."

It was so unlike my light-hearted, almost scatter-brained mom to sound so erudite, and it occurred to me that I really didn't know the woman very well. "Therapist?"

"Well of course, dear," she smiled, "It took years of therapy to straighten out my own problems after your father left." She paused with a little frown, pretty even then, "But I doubt this just happened quite so suddenly, Regina. What happened that led up to it?"

I confessed my previous night with Patty in complete and lurid detail, ending miserably by telling her that was when I knew I was gay. She just nodded like that was what she expected. I was shocked to hear her say, "That Patty certainly does have a luscious little body, and you dear! You make most movie stars look like skinny little girls, you know! Personally I would get a real thrill out of watching the two of you get it on. Gosh, that would be hot to see! But Patty was right, it was all perfectly natural, and you have absolutely no experience with men with which to compare it. Of course, you may be gay, too. I am, you know. I think your sister may be in some denial about it, but she is undoubtedly at least bi-sexual."

If I hadn't been already emotionally burnt out, this would have floored me, but somehow it made a crazy sort of sense. Some people insisted that homosexuality was hereditary, and I pointed this out to my mom. I also pointed out that I had never seen her with a woman.

"No dear, for the most part I have devoted myself exclusively to raising you and your sister. But I know what I want, and it isn't a man. Although, I do have a man that I keep for release every now and then. It's my brother, Jack. I find him perfect because he is attractive and gentle, and neither of us has a desire for any relationship beyond brother and sister. The sex is pretty much just for physical release without fear of strings attached, and we both find that agreeable. Poor man, his wife is frigid, you know. What do you think dear? I could ask your Uncle Jack to fuck you, and I can guarantee he does a great job at it. The man's hung like a horse. And then of course when you and your sister leave home, I will start looking for my first woman."

Blam! Blam! Blam! One shock after another. I felt rocked. Maybe I was recovering from my emotional burnout because my dear sweet mom, who I had always thought cheerfully conservative and a bit shallow, was really into lesbianism, incest, and no telling what all else, and she had hinted my sister might like girls, too. For some reason, right at the moment when I thought I was going insane because of how turned upside down the world really was, I don't know, I just accepted it. 

Suddenly, I felt better about everything and myself. I felt like I was playing a role in a comedy, and it really was kind of funny. I saw myself for the first time as others did. I really was a knockout looker, and instead reveling in it like most pretty girls do, I had gone around for years, moping, reclusive, hiding my body behind ugly clothes, sneering at sex and what it did to people, feeling superior to them because I wasn't susceptible, and I saw that I was really ridiculous the whole time. I could only wonder what Patty had ever seen in me that ever allowed us to be friends, when everyone else just shook their heads at me. 

Maybe people weren't staring at my breasts at all; maybe they just wondered what the hell was wrong with me. With an actually profound revelation, I realized why I had been sexually repressed like my mother said. It was because of my father, and what he had done to my mother, and how it had ruined her life. And I realized that since about thirteen, like my mom had also said, I had looked down contemptuously at anyone that risked messing up their lives by getting involved with what I thought of as low, animal emotions and drives. I giggled inside. Of course, it might be fair to say that sex is a low animal drive, but what the hell? I'd just found out that I was a low animal, too!

I know I had been silent a few moments, then I looked at my dear sweet mom, who I knew genuinely and completely loved me without reservation, "Okay, Christine. If you think it's best, I will fuck Uncle Jack. I have always liked him. But honestly, I don't have an urge or an attraction for him. And I really do suspect that I have an attraction for girls. I know I am attracted to Patty, and..." but I didn't want to say that. But my mom didn't mind saying it apparently.

"You still want to have sex with me, dear?" She shrugged and smiled at me lovingly, "Well of course, Regina, whatever you want. It's one of the reasons I have always asked you to call me Christine instead of mom. It is better that you see me as a person in some ways than as a mother, and I mean that as sort of a warning. I told you that I am gay. I made it clear that I don't let the idea of incest bother me. And, I made it clear that I have lusted for women, yet never had one."

She put her hand on my thigh and continued, "And you are one of the sexiest creatures God created, in my opinion. Quite frankly, I think I would have sex with any female that propositioned me but none have. I really want to do it so badly, you see? Not to mention, since I haven't had sex with a woman yet, I'm not sure what effect it will have on me. I mean, other than your Uncle Jack, I haven't had sex since your father left so many years ago, and that was usually more like rape." She smiled happily, "I suspect I am a powder keg or a volcano too."

I figured my mom was maybe as crazy as I was, and I had some real respect and fear for the powder keg analogy now that it had happened to me. But believe it or not, what was racing through my mind, and loins, was that the beautiful blond goddess in the forest glade had just agreed to have sex with me. My poor pussy, instead of being withered from years of inactivity, was already seeping wet again. And I became a little self-conscious about the fact that I hadn't had a shower since sometime yesterday. "Christine, I think I need a shower first, but then, I think I really want to do it. We can be each other's firsts. Would you mind waiting here until I get back, I'll hurry."

"If you insist, dear, but I would really rather go with you. My hair dryer is in the bathroom, you know."

I agreed and off we went. While my mom picked up my dirty clothes and dried her hair (she wore it short), I slipped on a shower cap and took a quick but thorough shower, carefully soaping out and rinsing my armpits, pussy and asshole. It wasn't clear in my mind what was going to happen except I already longed for that wonderful feeling of orgasm again, and I sure didn't want to be inhibited because I was worried I might smell bad. In fact, I suddenly realized, I didn't want to be inhibited any more at all! 

I had a thousand other inhibitions to overcome, but fear of being perceived as filthy was something I could deal with swiftly and efficiently. And honestly, I hadn't one hundred percent yet decided to have sex with my mother, but I wanted my dirt out of the way when I made my actual decision, because I knew things might happen rapidly after that. My damn pussy just wouldn't stop tingling and oozing. While I tried to weigh desires against consequences, my genitals just kept screaming yes, yes, yes! It was a very short shower, it only seemed like a million years.

I stepped out, tossed my shower cap on the counter, and found my mom waiting for me with an open towel. While she patted me dry gently she casually mentioned, "Teenagers torment themselves about everything, I do hope Patty's all right."

I was surprised at how gentle my mom could be. Of course it had never occurred to me to think about how Patty had pretty much bared her soul and body to me, only to have me freak out on her, and just last night. How could I have forgotten that? I was so moped out at school, I couldn't even remember if I had seen her. "I'm sorry, Christine, I'll call her tonight."

"No need to apologize to me, dear, I just thought I would help you hone your social skills, that is if you don't mind."

"Not at all, Christine, I guess I need all the help I can get. Why did you say that Crystal was probably bi-sexual?"

Mom led me back to my bedroom, her in the robe and me nude, and she talked as we walked, "I have noticed the way she looks at me, and the way she sometimes looks at her friends, and she looks at you that way often. But what makes me certain is that one day I came in on her at the window in the kitchen, watching you sunbathe in the backyard."

I held back a gasp, was the entire neighborhood catching nudie peeks at me? "Uh, well, Christine, that is hardly proof." We entered my bedroom and mom closed the door, slipped off her bathrobe, and now that we were both naked led me to the bed where we sat down side by side.

"She had her hand in her panties at the time, and was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn't hear me. I sneaked out of the room because I didn't want to embarrass her." Mom just looked at me and smiled.

My own twin beating off while looking at me naked! I was rocked again. And it turned me on a little, too. Maybe a lot. Which reminded me that I was sitting next to my lovely and naked mother. I was feeling a little overwhelmed again. I just shook my head and said, "Gracious!"

"Yes, dear," my mom nodded, "You and your sister were very close until you turned thirteen, you know. She has cried on my shoulder more than once about how she misses you. But I just told her that all you needed was time."

I gulped back weepy chick, "K, Christine, I'll talk to her tonight, too."

My mom slapped her knees in a get down to business gesture, "If you are still sure about us doing this, we need to get started soon; your sister will be home in a couple of hours."

I looked at my mom, sitting there naked, her breasts still proud and jutting at 33, and her nipples stiff. I said softly, "Are you pretty turned on, mom?"




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She grinned, "Oh yes, I am! Crystal isn't the only one who has whipped it while watching you in the backyard. I must have done it a hundred times."

Somehow this wasn't as surprising as Crystal. After all, Mom was a powder keg who has been lusting for women for many years without any relief. She might even need this more than I did, and I felt somehow that it was very proper to help each other out. To my shock, I realized I had just said all that out loud. Mom, giggled and hugged me, then whispered in my ear, "Let's just start out slow with kissing. Then when we want to do more, we will. And we will just stop, immediately anytime one of us wants, okay? And call me Christine unless you just think it is sexy to call me mom."

I was filled with tenderness for her, because we both knew she wouldn't be the one to say stop. She was just being sweet to me again. Somehow I knew just what to say to her, so I whispered into her ear, "Then let's kiss, Christine, because I want you to fuck me, Mother." And I kissed her ear. I felt a shiver run through her at my words, and she straightened out our heads and kissed me. It wasn't motherly at all, but it was soft and warm, and her lips quickly opened, and I felt her tongue slide across my lips. 

I had the feeling that I needed a lot more practice kissing, but I opened my lips too, and our tongues touched. The kiss went on for quite a while, and I felt my mom embracing me, so I turned toward her and hugged her back and we held each other while the kiss went on. My breathing was getting gradually heavier, but mom was starting to gasp between kisses, practically panting. I myself was getting so turned on that I felt myself slipping away from any sort of control. 

I felt like I was flying but it was mainly my mom moving us around because suddenly I realized we had gone from sitting side by side to me laying on my back with my mom on top of me. She had maneuvered herself between my legs too, because I was spread and she was lying against me pressing her pussy into mine, and rubbing it against me with a slow steady rhythm. I spread my legs wider and raised my knees, and mama spread her own legs as much as she could, and now I could feel our wet slits pressed together rubbing each other. 

It was a little clumsy, and it was a little rough, but mom was juicing so much on me that most the friction got lubed away. It was a heavenly feeling and I thought I might come soon without doing anything else. Mom stopped kissing me and raised herself on her arms, rubbing harder, grinding her pussy into mine, and raising her own knees to spread our pussies more into each other. It was magical watching her breasts sway with the pumps of her hips, and mom's face was turning red, her eyes looking up as they got all slitty and now I could only see the whites. 

Mom groaned and I felt it, felt mom fucking me, felt my mom coming like right into my pussy, and I was coming too. It was even better than the last time and just went on as long as mom pounded that blond pussy into mine. Her face twisted, like with pain, and I heard myself yelling, "Mother! Yes, Mother! Maaamaaa!" And things were all dreamy melted awhile while she slowed down and sank back to me, her face buried in my hair, our breasts pressed together again. Like from far away, I could hear her panting into my ear. At some point I had wrapped my legs around her back, and we were still pretty awkwardly tangled but she just felt so wonderful against me, I didn't want to change a thing.

"That was so wonderful, Christine. What you did. I didn't think women could do that." I mumbled, still trying to catch my breath.

I heard the tiniest snicker before she whispered back, still close to my ear, "You told me to fuck you, baby, so I did the best I could without a hard dick."

I just said, "God, mama, you did just fine. That was the first time anyone ever made me come, unless you count me looking at you naked. That was the first time I ever came, you know."

"Do you mind if I kind of talk dirty to you when we're like this?" my mom asked politely, raising her head up to look me in the face.

"Gee, Christine, I asked you to fuck me, and you did, and I'm grateful, so say anything you want." I really couldn't imagine what she wanted to say.

"Darling, I have thought so often about this a thousand different ways..." She was looking at me so seriously, but lovingly, "and my favorites are when you tell me what to do, like when you said for me to fuck you. And you didn't have to take a shower, sugar. If you had told me to stick my tongue up your stinking dirty ass, I'd have done it and loved every second." She looked even more earnest, even wistful, "Do you understand what I'm saying, Baby? I mean, not all the time, just when we are like this and alone."

I admit it was surprising coming from the forest goddess, but that was an image in my own head, not my mom's, and then I realized that this was the same woman that took her husband's abuse, and probably liked some of it. She wanted to be used, maybe even abused a little but by someone she could trust, by someone she could love. The idea was foreign to me, but if she wanted me to order her around, I could do that. "Like what are some of these things you fantasize about me telling you to do, Christine. You have to realize this is all kind of new to me."

"Of course, Regina, my sweet baby," she insisted, "And don't do them if you feel funny about it, but..." she actually blushed, "you could order me to eat your pussy, and you could tell me that you want to pee on me, and you can tell me to suck your toes, and so on like that, and honey, I really do want you to tell me to lick your bottom, too. Is any of that too dirty for you, dear? And please, feel free to use dirty words, like cunt and asshole and tits and so forth."

"I don't know about ordering you, mama, would it be ok if I just asked and acted like I expected you to do what I want?" I didn't think I could really abuse my mother; she would have to find her own woman for that.

She didn't look disappointed though, in fact, she beamed, "That would just be wonderful, dear, now tell me what you want next."

Come to think of it, this could really be fun, but first I had a couple more questions, "Why do you want to play with my bottom, Christine?"

She looked a little startled at that, but she said, "Because it feels really nice when someone does it right! Honestly!"

I filed that fascinating fact away and asked, "And why would you want me to pee on you?"

She raised an eyebrow again, "Um, to get a really good look at where it comes out, because it is warm and wet and out of your body, and sometimes..." she shrugged as if trying to explain the ineffable, "it just feels good to debase yourself before your god or goddess, I guess."

This made me catch my breath, when she said goddess, but it wasn't so much debasement for me as worship, but I could see how it could mean the same thing, depending on one's view. "Then I guess I want to do all the things you want, and maybe we can swap turns doing the goddess thing. Would that be okay, mom? I guess I want you to teach me everything." I was really hoping that would be okay with her.

And I wasn't disappointed, "Yes!" she giggled, seeming really excited, "That would be so wonderful!" she was so tickled that she squirmed her hips into me, and my hips automatically bumped back. Then she sobered a bit, "But that will take time, and we still have to pick and choose for now, because I think we have maybe an hour and a half left, then your sister comes home, and I'll have to go to work." My mom worked at a factory, but she was a shift foreman, and made pretty good money. I knew she never missed work.

I was learning to really appreciate this sex thing, and I already had vague plans about getting closer to my sister, so I decided to go for educational at the moment. "Then Christine, I want you to lick my pussy to make me come so that I will know how to do it, and if you don't mind," I had to blush to say it, but I did, "suck my titties and lick my ass, but before my pussy please, and make sure you lick every area in between."

My mom never looked happier as she began to lick me. She sucked hard on my tits and made me come. I'm not sure how that happened, maybe partly because it felt so good, or maybe because she was putting some pressure on my pussy with her body as she lay between my legs, or just maybe because she was such a sexy picture to me, her pretty face happily sucking on my nipples with an air of devotion and worship. I was really glad that I hadn't had time to apply deodorant to my armpits after my shower because she licked me there, too. 

It was hard to fight the tickle sensation, but oddly, it became so pleasurable with repetition that I came again while she was licking and kissing under my arms. And she really did lick me all over the front and sides of my body, bypassing only my pussy. Who would have thought that my armpits, lower abdomen, the backs of my knees and portions of my feet could be erogenous zones? But wow, were they ever! I came again while she was doing my feet. These weren't huge, walloping orgasms, but they were steady and strong enough, and there just didn't seem to be any limit to how many I could have.

After she finished kissing and licking my thighs, she raised her head to look at me, her face glowing with joy, "Darling? I can do your ass really well if you raise your knees to your chest, but I can do it even better if you lie on your tummy."

I was blushing as I rolled over on my belly and spread my legs for my mother. Remember, a week ago, I reacted in horror and anger if I thought someone was so much as looking at my breasts. Now I could feel my mom's fingers spreading open the cheeks of my butt and looking at my most secret place. And I had never even imagined anyone licking it! But she did. Her tongue traced down my crack like wet fire, and Lord, she was right about how good it felt, too!

Even still, I wasn't ready for it when she actually eased her tongue up my asshole, and not just once or twice, mama actually fucked my ass with her tongue. I loved this! Just loved it! Like it had a mind of its own, my ass raised and pushed against her face, like it wanted her deeper inside. I found that if I squeezed like I was trying to shit when she pushed her tongue in, it would go in deeper, and then if I released my squeeze, her tongue would just pop out, so I started doing this over and over, until I felt like she was filling my hips with a warm sexy feeling, which I was surprised to find was the beginning of another orgasm, the strongest one since she had fucked me.

And then my mom played with a part of me that I didn't even know I had. I looked it up on the Internet later. It is called the perineum, and it is a small area of flesh between one's asshole and the start of one's pussy.

And it is an area alive with nerve endings. She sucked it, licked it, kissed it, and did it all, over and over, until I had another orgasm, and this one strong enough that I worried I would poop or pee, or both. I was still grunting my pleasure into my pillow when I felt mom's voice vibrate between my legs, "Time to turn over for the piece de la resistance, dear."

I thought that had something to do with food, but I was willing to do anything she said now. I was as loose as a noodle, and not so much horny any more as, I don't know, I just felt wonderful and happier than I ever had before in my entire life. I looked down and saw my mother's beautiful young face settle between my legs and begin kissing my dark, thick triangle of pubic hair. She slipped her tongue inside me, and from that moment on, I was no longer relaxed and happy. It was like electricity, and I was instantly a coiled spring.

My mom's mouth entering my pussy was beyond anything sexual I had experienced so far. It felt too good. I had hoped to analyze this as she did it, but I was hopeless. I wasn't even fully aware of what she was doing, I just started having orgasm after orgasm, or maybe it was one long one. I just have no words for it. It was like floating in the ocean as part of the ocean and dissolving into sparks at the same time. I'm not sure how long it was or when it ended. I just blacked out at some point.

I woke up to find my mom's face filling my vision with an expression of intense concern. "Hi," I squeaked.

"Honey, one minute you were all over the bed, screaming and kicking, like you were having the biggest orgasm ever, and that went on and on, and then you suddenly just sighed and got all quiet and still. I was afraid I'd killed you!"

I managed a weak grin, "I think I'm kind of sensitive, Christine, but what I remember of it seemed super-wonderful."

Mother was still frowning, "I guess it is more of your transition phase, hopefully it will mellow out a little with time and repetition. Your fainting scared me."

"Not now!" I half sat up, "I don't think I could take another yet. Could I, you know, go down on you now, Christine?"

She stopped frowning and smiled, "That would be lovely, Regina, but I have to say, I love licking your sweet pussy. It's so pretty, smells so good and..." I stopped her with a kiss. Her talking about my pussy had aroused me again, and I was anxious to make her feel good too. Then it hit me.

I had kissed my mom quite a bit since she stepped out of that shower, but she hadn't smelled like this! I was breathing the scent, trying to recognize it, and then it dawned on me that I smelled my pussy. Like the hick idiot that I am, I said it out loud, "Mama, I smell my pussy on your face."

Her eyes twinkled, then she had to giggle, and then we were both giggling. It had never occurred to me that my pussy had a smell, really. I mean, I had identified dirty panties that way, but that was just body odor, at least, that is how I thought of it. She asked, "Do you like it?"

I sniffed her face, which made her giggle some more, but she let me. Finally, I said, "I don't know. It's sort of like a raunchy perfume, but I guess it'll grow on me." That caused us both to break out in more giggles. I felt very silly, but very good again.

Then my mom stretched out on her back and spread her legs as I settled between them. I wanted to suck her pretty pink nipples and lick her under the arms the way she'd done to me, but I was looking at that blond pussy, and my curiosity was just eating away at me. I lowered my head close and sniffed her, which made my mom giggle again. It smelled so much like mine, but so subtly different that I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

This in a way was the scariest part. My mom didn't have a strong smell, but I still couldn't say I liked the smell. I didn't dislike it, but it seemed like a warning that I shouldn't be here. On the other hand, the aroma was like a lure, and something about it excited me and made my pussy tingle like in sympathy or harmony or something. I suddenly intuited that whether or not I liked pussy smell now, I was soon going to love it more than any other smell in the world. After just a few seconds I was growing fonder of it, and the scent seemed more and more like an exotic perfume filling my head and tugging gently at my hair. 

I thought her blond hair down there was really pretty, and as she spread her legs wider, the slit in the center opened like a clam, and I could see she was all pink inside. And she was wet, like every surface glistened. She had these thick outer lips and inside she had another pair of flaps or lips, but these were thin and delicate like the petals of a pink rose. Then there was the little hood, and this little nubbin like it was peeking out – that was the clit, I knew that.

I had never felt my vagina much except while washing it, but I had thought it was just a smooth hole. That's not what mom's looked like, though. It looked kind of jagged when I spread it a little. My mom moaned, reminding me that my fingertips and breathing were affecting her. And there was the perineum, although I still didn't know at the time what to call it. It seemed just a featureless space of skin that ran from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole. Mom must have been watching where I was looking, because now she raised her knees so I could get a good look at her asshole.

It was pink with little lines like a camera shutter. I could remember how much my mom had pleasured me there, and I thought it was a pretty little thing, so I cautiously extended my tongue and licked it. Mom responded immediately with a little lurch in her hips and another moan, this one louder, and I could hear her panting. The poor dear must be getting anxious, so I licked it again and again. Then I started poking it with my tongue like mom had done me. There was no particular smell to it, and only a very faint metallic taste, but mom sure reacted to those pokes.

She was grunting and flexing her sphincter like I had done, and was obviously enjoying it very much. Her bottom shifted and wriggled while I was tongue-fucking her asshole, and I realized I was really enjoying this, enjoying penetrating my mom's most secret, intimate place. And I just loved the feeling that it gave me inside myself to know that she liked me to do this so much. I knew she liked it because she was gasping and moaning now, and even her toes were clenching and spreading in a rhythm.

Finally, when my tongue started to get tired, so I started kissing that little space between her asshole and pussy. I sucked on it, kissed it and licked it over and over like she had done to me. I'm not sure if she had an orgasm, but she sure made a lot of noise, and she was grabbing her ankles and waving her knees around like she couldn't sit still. Her calves were especially pretty like that, flattened out wide against the bottom side of her thighs. Then I became aware that there was more fluid there than my spit seemed to account for, and it was velvety and slick like an oil with no taste I could detect.

Pausing, I could see the juice was oozing out of her vagina, so I stuck my tongue in there and licked around. The texture didn't feel jagged at all, but really smooth, slick and warm, almost hot. I decided that I liked this too, and the smell that seemed strong at first was practically unnoticeable now, and what I did notice, I began to really like. In fact, I think I was actually feeling affection for her pussy smell and silky texture of her deep hole, and somehow that made my pussy feel excited too.

By now, my mom was going crazy, her hips were just thrashing around, and she was starting to cry out my name. So I stuck my tongue as deep in her vagina as I could and tried to cup as much of the slick fluid as I could with my tongue, then used my tongue to smear it around her upper pussy, particularly coating her clit with it. I was doing this so that I could enjoy the slickness when I licked her little hood and little pink nubbin, but the affect on my mom was instant and powerful.

Her thighs clenched around my head pretty hard, and I could feel the tiny almost invisible blond hairs on her thighs rubbing my cheeks as her hips bounced around. Her fingers grabbed my wavy hair, and she pulled me into her so hard, I was afraid she was going to pull my hair out, or if the hair held, I would smother in her pussy. Which would have been half okay with me at that point, because I was sharing her excitement, and felt that I really, really loved doing this to my mother, to a woman. It was like I had been a wanderer all my life, and now I was home.

In a way that was true of course, even then while wrestling to breath while my mom's orgasm when on and on, I realized I had once lived in there, and now I kind of wanted to go back in. It was wetter now that she was coming, too. Her jumping pussy was smearing vagina juice all over my face, and I was loving it, and trying to catch as much as I could with my tongue to taste and swallow it.