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Kerri and Sarah

By: J_Kincaid



"1821 Garden Loop, here you go, miss." said the cabbie, bringing the lemon-yellow Checker to a halt in front of the driveway. He turned to the young brunette in the back seat, and smiled as a father would at his own daughter. "Home for the summer, huh?"

"Yeah," Karen said. "My sister is graduating high school next week and we're spending one last summer together before she goes off to college."

"That's really sweet of ya," the cab driver said. "Sisters need to stay close. I got two younger sisters out in Oregon and they're never apart."

Karen looked up at the house. "Yeah, my sister's a sweet girl." She ran her fingers through her impossibly long, straight, brown locks, arranging her hair around her shoulders.

"Sounds like you miss her as much as you think she's gonna miss you. Do ya need any help with your bags?"

"No, thanks, I got it. Here, keep the change." Karen said, passing a twenty-dollar bill through the partition to the front. It was at least a 30% tip. The cab driver smiled.

"Thanks, miss, much obliged. Enjoy your summer vacation, OK?"

Karen climbed out of the taxi, pulled her suitcase from the trunk, and rolled it up the drive. The cab was gone before she had time to look over her shoulder, off in search of his next fare. Through the screen door, she could see a silhouette, another young woman, a little shorter, a little bustier, hair tied tight in a ponytail. As she approached the porch, the door burst open and her sister Sarah leapt from the doorframe.

"Kerrrriiiiiiiiiiii!" "Shii-Shiiiiiiiii!"

The girls had always greeted each other this way since they could remember, with high-pitched squeals and joyful hugs. They jumped up and down, arms wrapped tight around one another; a week's or a year's time could have passed and the greeting would have been the same. Born about five years apart, they could have been mistaken for fraternal twins had Karen not looked twenty-five - they were that close.

"C'mon, let's get your bags inside. Mom made chicken salad sandwiches." Sarah said, kissing Karen on the cheek and grabbing her tote.

"Red grapes or green?"

"Red. With walnuts. Duh."

"Mmm." Karen licked her lips. "Beats the burger I had at the airport."

They walked through the house, a small two-story house on a quiet suburban street, one their mother had found as a fixer-upper when they moved here. She'd raised them as a single parent; the girls remembered little about their father, but they never really missed having a man around. Mom worked as a photographer for the newspaper and did glamour shots on the side, a lucrative business that had allowed her to give the girls a comfortable childhood.

"Moooom! Karen's home!" Sarah called loudly as they walked into the kitchen. Their mother was indeed making sandwiches, which she quickly abandoned to walk around the kitchen island and give her daughter a big welcome home hug.

"Hi sweetie! Oh, it's so good to have you back home for the summer."

"Hi mom. It's good to see you, too."

They talked about the weather, the flight, the cab ride from the airport as they munched on sandwiches and pickle spears grown fresh in the backyard garden. Sarah and Mom peppered Karen with questions about her apartment, roommates, not that they hadn't all been asked before over e-mail, the phone, or letters traded between all of them. But the same stories were different coming from the other side of the kitchen table, better somehow, more fun, more interesting.

"You've been hitting the beach, Sis, that tan suits you," Sarah quipped.

"Sure you don't want to come down and go to school in Tampa?" Karen asked. "I know some of the people on the steering committee."

"What, and live in your shadow? No thank you. I gotta be my own woman, Sis." Sarah joked.

Karen feigned shock. "As if you weren't always a better student than me anyway, Miss Valedictorian."

Their mom interjected. "You two. If I had my way you'd both be staying here. And not just because it's cheaper to go to State."

The girls gave their mother an indignant look. "Mom, you know we're going to way better schools than State." Karen said.

"I know... but you know I'm going to miss both of you when you're off conquering the world."

"That's OK," Sarah laughed. "We'll make you duchess of a small country or two!"

Their mother responded by reaching over and tickling Sarah, causing the younger girl to double over in laughter until she yielded. "OK! OK! Think bigger!"

"Good, I want France. Maybe I'll take Italy too." their mother laughed, satisfied. "Why don't you girls get Karen unpacked? I'll get these dishes washed up."

The girls nodded and walked upstairs, Sarah holding her sides as they quivered from laughing so hard. The old lady still had spunk, for sure. They unpacked Karen's clothes and toiletries in her old room - still decorated with her teen idol posters from years before, although decidedly less messy than when she lived there. The twin bed still sat in the corner of the room. They had dessert and after a couple glasses of wine and some more banter, both Sarah and their mother decided to turn in.

Karen sat alone in the living room, enjoying the silence and the familiar surroundings. The furniture was new - the carpets and wooden floors too - but the feelings were comfortable and reassuring. She hadn't been home in five years for anything longer than a few days and it would be good to spend the summer here, see some old friends, and hopefully give her sister some advice on growing up, dealing with life and college. She also wanted to make sure her mom would be all right. The girls had always been her focus. She'd never really dated, never really shown any interest in guys, and now that they were both going away...

No. She put that thought out of her mind. Her mom was the strongest, smartest, most independent woman she knew. She didn't have anything to worry about there. She finished the last of her wine with a gulp, placed the glass in the dishwasher and walked up the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw a small line of light under Sarah's bedroom door to the right. The door was cocked slightly ajar. She walked over to pull it to and as she got closer, she heard some muffled noises coming from inside her room. The door was open just enough, and curiosity had never been Karen's strong point, so she brought her eye up to the crack in the door and peered inside.

Sarah was lying on her bed, naked except for a pair of panties which were pulled down around her ankles. She had a magazine spread on the bed beside her and was flipping through the pages with one hand. Her other hand was on her left breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple.

Karen froze in place. She hadn't seen her sister naked since they went skinny dipping at HER graduation party, and her breasts had obviously developed since then. Karen guessed 36Cs, definitely bigger than her own, with perfectly circular areolae and perky, eraser-pink nipples. She was jealous for a minute, until her sister turned the page on her magazine and she got a better view of what she was looking at:

There were photos of naked women, their legs spread, getting their pussies eaten out - but by girls, not boys. They were dressed in fishnet stockings, in leather, in virginal white lace - but there was not a man to be seen on the page, not even being given head. Karen could hear Sarah's breath getting heavier and her nipples were fully erect. She had parted her legs to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy and her free hand was now working its way "downtown". Her eyes closed and she cooed, rolled over onto her back as she fingered herself, using one hand to spread her labia and the other to stimulate her clit. Karen was transfixed as she watched her sister pleasure herself. She really had grown into a beautiful young woman. There was even a tingling developing between her own thighs, one she hadn't felt in quite a while.

Sarah was fingering herself vigorously now, her hand rubbing her clit in circular motions, then back-and-forth, then circles again. Karen got herself off in pretty much the same way. Little snoop probably had watched her big sister masturbate a couple times without her even knowing. It gave Karen a little bit of a rush, turning the tables on her that way.

Sarah was moaning softly and her breasts rose and fell under her heavy breaths. Karen couldn't quite believe what she heard next:

"Mmm... yes... oh, wow, yes... Karen... mmm, that feels good... finger my pussy, oh... I want your tongue so bad, Kerri... eat my pussy... yes! Make me come, Kerri! Make me come! Oh, god, yes!"

Karen jerked her head away from the door and tried to catch her own breath. Her hand went to her chest and she could feel her heart pounding. She tiptoed into to her room and shut the door as quietly as possible, she thought, and sat on the bed, trying to process what she'd just seen and heard.

Surely Sarah was talking about a friend of hers. Someone ELSE named Karen. Although she'd never heard her call anybody else "Kerri." That was her sister's pet name for her, since they were little girls and Sarah was just learning to speak. But it couldn't be her. Karen had no problem with her sister's evident interest in women - she'd slept with a girl or two before, and Sarah knew all about it - but her stomach was turned in knots at the thought that she would be the object of one of her sister's fantasies.

That was wrong. They were SISTERS. It was her job to protect Sarah, to look out for her. They couldn't possibly do anything like that.

And yet, as she sat there, her heart pounding, all she could think of was the last thing she saw: her baby sister, lying on her bed, fingers deep inside her, bringing herself to orgasm, and moaning HER name. Kerri. Make me come... Kerri.

Karen gulped and stood up, shaky at first but then resolute. She had to go talk to Sarah. She walked to her bedroom door. This is all just a big misunderstanding. She wasn't talking about me. It's OK if she's a lesbian. She's my sissy and I love her, I'll always love her, I don't care who she's fucking but it definitely can't be me.

She opened the door. In the dim light was Sarah, standing in the doorway, a silk robe draped around her body. Her lower lip was quivering as if she was about to cry.

"Can I come in, Kerri?"

Karen nodded, closing the door behind her. She guided her to the bed and they sat, an arm's length between them.

"Um... you just saw something." Sarah started. "And, um... um... I don't know what to do about it..."

Karen put her arms around her baby sister and leaned down over her. She pressed her nose against Sarah's neck. She could smell Sarah's arousal and sighed deeply.

"Yeah. I did see something. And heard something."

Sarah was silent for a long minute. "Karen, have you ever known you wanted something, but had no idea of how to get it?" she finally asked.

Karen thought. "Yeah. Quite a lot. It happens when you're a college student with no money and a shoe habit."

Sarah laughed. "Habit? You're a shoe whore."

Karen pushed Sarah playfully. "We all have our vices. So you like girls, huh?" she mused.

"Yeah. Or, at least, I think I do. I don't know. I've never really been into guys. But when I see the girls in gym class, or Amber in my civics class wears a short skirt, I get all kinda tingly inside. And I go home and touch myself, and I know it's not what everyone expects because I'm this smart, popular kid, but..."

Karen hugged her sister. "There's nothing wrong with that. You like who you like. Fuck the rest of them if they don't get it." She rubbed her sister's head. "But, uh, why did you say my name when you were...?"

Sarah hung her head. "I was looking at the magazine and playing with myself, and it felt really good... and you're the only person I know who's ever been with a girl... and I just thought..."

Karen looked quizzically at her younger sibling. "Thought what, Shi-shi?" she asked, using her pet name for Sarah.

"... you could show me."

"Show you what?" Karen asked.

"You know... how to do it. With a girl. I mean, Mom would freak if she found out, but..."

Karen's pupils doubled in size. She had to control herself to keep from shouting. "You're worried about Mom? I am pretty sure I'M freaking out a little too, Sarah! Five minutes ago you were totally in there with your hand in your cunt..."

"...saying I wanted you to eat me out. I know." Sarah finished. "And I don't call it my cunt, for the record. It's my pussy."

"Uh, yeah, your pussy, OK... but you don't think I'd be a bit upset by that? Sarah, I'm your sister, for god's sakes! Sisters aren't supposed to do that!"

"Then... why are your panties wet?" Sarah asked, pointing. Karen looked down at her tight nylon shorts and noticed they were a darker shade of pink in the center. The next thing she felt was Sarah's hands on her cheeks, her body pressed up against hers, and the young girl's lips pressing into her own.

All she could do was kiss back. And kiss she did, parting her mouth slightly and opening her teeth to allow Sarah's tongue to meet hers. She wrapped her arms around Sarah, cupped the back of her head, as Sarah explored her mouth messily with her eager tongue. Karen opened her eyes slightly and saw tears streaming down Sarah's cheeks. This was the most awkward kiss Karen had ever had - yes, more awkward than Jimmy Thompson's frog kiss in ninth grade behind the bleachers. More awkward than the first time she kissed Colin after taking his come in her mouth. And yet it was the sweetest, most intense, most breathtaking kiss she'd ever experienced in her 25 years. It seemed to last forever. She felt a longing between her legs, her heart racing, her breasts heaving as her breath rose and fell with Sarah's. It had been so long since she had been with a woman, she forgot how they smelled, felt, breathed, tasted. The desire was overwhelming.

When, overcome by emotion and a need for air, the younger sister pulled away, Karen held her close in her arms as she cried softly.

"I'm sorry, Kerri... I'm so, so sorry." she sniffled. "I'm a mess."

"You are indeed. But don't be sorry." Karen said. She tilted Sarah's head up and this time it was she who leaned in for the kiss. Sarah's lips opened and Karen's tongue darted in. She pressed her younger sister down on the bed, causing her loosely gathered robe to fall open. Her sister's breasts were on full display - and at full arousal - and Karen wasted no time taking one of those beautiful nipples in her hand and pinching it, gently. Sarah moaned through their pursed lips. Karen could feel the heat from Sarah's pussy against her thigh, and was pretty sure it matched the fire in her own.

"Do you really want to know, Sarah?" she asked, breaking the kiss. "Do you really want to know what it's like to be with a girl?"

Sarah nodded.

"You really have been fantasizing about being with me?"

Another nod.

"You understand that nothing will ever, EVER be the same between us, and that Mom will have a fucking heart attack if she ever finds out?"

"I don't care. I want you, Kerri. And. I know YOU want it too." she whispered, a devilish, hungry smile creeping across her face. It was the determined look of a woman in lust, in love, and in heat all at the same time. She wanted her big sister to make her into a woman.

Karen looked deep into Sarah's eyes. She cupped her sister's face softly in her hands. 

"I love you, Shi-shi."

"I love you, Kerri."

Kerri and Sarah Ch. 02



Kerri sat up. "If I'm going to have sex I'm wearing far too many clothes. What do you think I should do?"

Sarah smirked. "I think you should take them off and let me see that pretty pussy."

Kerri clucked her tongue. "I call it my cunt."

"Isn't 'cunt' a naughty word?" Sarah asked.

"I'm a naughty girl... I mean, come on, look at what I've got myself into here." Karen said matter-of-factly. She had been naughty enough tonight for the rest of her life, she thought. Walking upstairs she'd seen Sarah's bedroom door slightly open, and snuck up only to see her sister masturbating to a lesbian porn magazine. When Sarah had called out her older sister's name in the throes of self-induced passion, it had freaked Karen out, and things had quickly become weirder from there. Now Sarah was in her bed, a bed they used to jump on as kids, on which the two young women were about to do something incredibly profane.

She stood up and pulled off her blouse. Karen was only a 34B and rarely bothered to wear a bra, but she had a pink floral print one on today. Airports were usually cold, and cold equaled hard nipples, which meant untoward stares from strangers.

"Do the panties match?" Sarah asked, lying on the bed, legs hanging off. She adjusted her robe so that Karen could get a good look at her lithe nineteen-year-old body.

"Of course they do. Since when does the carpet not match the drapes, sis?"

"Since you dyed your hair blonde in tenth grade." Sarah quipped. "Or I should say tried. And it came out more orange than blonde. You looked like a carrot in drag."

Karen furrowed her brow. "Smooth line, that just makes me sooo wet."

Sarah feigned a pout. "I sowwy, Kerri." She stood up and walked over to hug her sister, but her hands quickly roamed lower than her waist. Instead, she grabbed Karen's tight cheeks with both hands and squeezed, pressing their hips together. "I can't believe how nice you look. God, I've always been jealous of your little ass."

"Wait until I get all my clothes off." Karen said. Sarah sat down and circled her nipples with her fingers while Karen tried to make a big deal out of disrobing. Despite her mediocre college volleyball career, Karen had always been a bit of a klutz when it came to dancing, and she knew that a striptease for Sarah would only result in her crashing to the floor. Instead, she decided to try a lapdance. She sat down in Sarah's lap, stuck her breasts in her face, and brought her hands up to her waist.

"Take it off." she commanded. Sarah nuzzled Karen's breasts and reached around to unclasp Karen's bra.

"Ooh! No tan lines. I didn't know they had nude beaches in Tampa..." she asked. She took one of Karen's breasts in her hand, cupped it gently, and squeezed. Karen bit her lip as Sarah tentatively took her sister's nipple into her mouth.

"Ooh, Shi-shi... mmm... suck it. That's good. Play with it with your tongue."

Sarah circled Karen's now-erect nipple a few times with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth and letting go. She moved back and forth between them as Karen gyrated on her lap, running her hands up and down the girl's arms and shoulders. It had been a long time since even Karen's on-again, off-again boyfriend had paid any attention to her tits. Sarah's tongue and warm mouth felt wonderful against her nipples. Her juices were really flowing now.

She stood up, pulled off her shorts and panties, and teasingly turned a 360 for her sister. She also pulled the scrunchie from her hair, allowing her long brunette locks to fall free.

"See anything you like?" she asked.

"I see plenty I like." Sarah said. "Lay down here next to me."

Sarah slid over and Karen laid beside her on the bed. They touched tentatively, carefully, like two new young lovers who had never met but were determined that tonight would be the night. Karen took Sarah in her arms and kissed her, softly at first, nuzzling her cheeks and her neck, then more intensely, reveling in her soft skin and musky smell. She knew what Sarah smelled like, but this was a different smell, a grown-up smell - and she liked it. Her attention turned further south, to Sarah's breasts and those pert, pink nipples. Just to return the favor from a few minutes ago.

"Mmm... god... If you don't eat my pussy soon I'm going to explode, Kerri." Sarah gasped. Karen was having a fun enough time playing with Sarah's tits, but she obliged the younger girl and traced her way down her torso to the warm, inviting spot between her thighs, planting soft kisses on her smooth belly along the way. She had no trouble parting Sarah's legs, and saw up close that very pretty shaved pussy that her sister had been frantically rubbing just a few minutes before.

"Mmm... yes, Kerri, yes, please lick me."

Karen leaned down and inhaled her sister's scent deeply. She licked her fingers and made a V-shape, and rubbed up and down the outside of Sarah's labia. Her sister bucked her hips, raising them to meet Karen's fingers. Karen rubbed the outside of Sarah's pussy a few times before taking a finger from her other hand and slipping it inside.

Sarah moaned audibly. "Oh, fuck, Kerri."

"Hush. If you wake up Mom I don't even..." Kerri put two fingers up to Sarah's mouth. They were slick with her juices, and rather than accept the criticism, Sarah took Karen's fingers into her mouth and hungrily sucked her own pussy juices off. That was something she sure didn't learn from me, Karen thought. I'm gonna have to hack her laptop and see what she's been getting into.

"I said, lick me." she demanded, playfully biting her sister's fingers.

Karen let out a small grunt. "If you insist."

Sarah could feel Karen's warm breath on her pussy, and her finger inside felt way better than anything she had done to herself during her solo playtime. Karen lowered her head and licked Sarah's pussy, with long, flat strokes, cupping her tongue as she reached her clit. Sarah ground her pussy into Karen's face and placed her hands on her sister's head.

"Oh, god, sis, that's amazing. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Oh god, that feels good."

Karen took that as approval of her ministrations, and continued to lick Sarah. God, this is weird, she thought. She'd given head to a girl before, but Sarah's juices were all over her face. Keiko had gotten wet but never like this.

Sarah, for her part, was three steps away from nirvana. Her fingers pinched hard at her nipples, she arched her back, and rocked her hips back and forth, desperate for Karen to get her off. Karen slid another finger into Sarah and began rubbing more urgently, paying a little more attention to her clit.

"You ready to come, Shi-shi?" she said, her mouth still wrapped around Sarah's pussy.

"Oh, god, yes... fuck, yes... Kerri, I'm so wet, your tongue's so good..."

"Say it then."

Sarah tilted her head. "Say w-what?"

"Say, 'Kerri, make me come.'"

Sarah's breath was raspy and Karen was wondering if she might pass out when she finally did get over the edge. "Fuuuuckkkk.... I'm almost there..."

Karen took her tongue away, reached up and kissed Sarah deeply, allowing her to taste herself again.

"Tell your big sister you want it. You want to come. Say it!" she said forcefully, staring directly into Sarah's eyes.

"Kerri... I want to come, oh god, I want it so bad... please make me come, Kerri, make me come!" the young girl pleaded.

That was all big sister needed. She dove into Sarah's pussy again, her tongue diving deep into her sister's love tunnel to savor her folds, her nose buried in her soft, hairless mound, her fingers sliding in and out, in and out. She wanted to experience Sarah's climax, she thought, as badly as Sarah wanted to give it to her.

The young girl bucked her hips one last time, gasped, and yelled out. "FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! KERRI! I'm cuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnggggg!"

Karen's eyes went wide. Apparently Sarah was a screamer. She put her hand up to cover her sister's mouth, but it was too late. Sarah's orgasm washed over her and she pressed her pussy into Karen's face, cutting off Karen's air supply and coating her lips and nose with her wetness.

Finally, Sarah collapsed onto the bed, panting. Karen climbed up beside her, gently stroking her pussy with one hand and sliding another under her head to pull her close. Sarah was crying again, tears of joy this time, Karen supposed. She kissed her sister - she certainly couldn't call her a baby anymore - kissing the tears away, the rush of adrenaline giving way to the silence and serenity of afterglow.

"Oh my god." Sarah said, suddenly laughing. "I, um, lost control for a minute there."

"A minute?" Karen asked.

Sarah sighed deeply. "Oh my god, Kerri, I have NEVER EVER come like that..."

Karen blushed reflexively. "Thanks, I think."

"No, seriously, never like that. Your tongue is fucking amazing. I cannot believe Keiko broke up with you if you eat pussy like that."

Sarah snuggled up to Karen. She looked down at her sister's carefully trimmed pussy. She reached down, running her fingers through the curly pubic hair.

"You want me to, um, take care of that?" she giggled, kissing Karen. For having never had a boyfriend, Karen thought, Sarah was a damn good kisser. Of course, the best kiss she'd ever had before tonight was also from a girl. Maybe women just knew better.

"Sarah, um. I don't think --"

"I am pretty sure that thinking will not help you at this point."

Karen sighed. "What the hell. We'll never be able to tell anyone about this, so I might as well enjoy one night of complete depravity. Let's see if you learned anything in the last hour."

Sarah leaned over and pinched one of Karen's nipples, provoking a squeak. "God, I love your little titties. They're so cute."

Then she climbed down and sat between Karen's parted legs.

"Lean down so I can put my legs over your shoulders." Karen instructed. Sarah did as she suggested, and was rewarded with unrestricted access to Karen's juicy cunt.

"You look so dirty down there, Sarah. I don't know why, but you do."

Sarah rubbed Karen's pussy up and down just as she had done to her. She reached up to play with one of Karen's nipples, but Karen took her hand and put it under her ass.

"Hold my ass up, I'll take care of my tits. Just lick me up and down, slow. You can draw circles around my clit with your tongue if you want, I really like when people do that."

"Oh, the old alphabet trick I've 'read' about?" Sarah asked.

"That's it. Spell my name, bitch." Karen laughed. Sarah lowered her mouth to Karen's crotch and kissed around her thighs. Her sister had been such a tease, so Sarah was determined that she would prolong her orgasm as long as she could.

Karen's mind was racing. The wine was beginning to wear off and she was naked, in her childhood bedroom, with a girl between her legs. A girl she'd known since they were both in diapers, a girl with whom she shared a mother, a love of peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches, and god, even underwear that Karen had grown out of. And now this same girl was putting her tongue on the most private areas of her body. She wanted to pull away, she wanted to get on the next plane back to Tampa and forget that this night had ever happened, to get back to her normal life. Maybe without the asshole boyfriend. Maybe she'd find herself another girl to shack up with - that sounded reasonable - but this, the here and now, was all just too strange.

Fortunately for Karen, her body had other inclinations. It needed release, needed to come, needed to ride this other woman's face until it got what it wanted. And so it did. Karen ground her pussy into her younger sister's face.

"Lick my cunt, Sarah. Oh, yes." she said in a low moan.

Sarah wrapped her arms around Karen's thighs and pulled her legs as far apart as she could, naturally spreading the girl's labia. Karen's clit was fully engorged, a beautiful little pink nub at the top of her cunt, and Sarah took it into her mouth and suckled it greedily, trying her best to keep her teeth covered as she'd read in that magazine. Karen was in no position to give advice. She was very nearly humping Sarah's mouth now, her fingers clamped tight around her nipples.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, Shi-shi, suck my clit. Oh, god, mmm, finger my pussy, fuck me, Sarah, fuck me!" she pleaded loudly, forgetting her own advice to stay quiet. Her body needed to be fucked, to be used, and she would do anything to get it. Her head was tingling as all the free blood in her body seemed to rush between her legs.

"Oh, god, sis, you taste so good." Sarah said, to mumbled replies from Karen as she licked and sucked. Carefully, she inserted one finger, then two, and then was astonished to be able to fit three fingers deep into Karen's cunt. The younger girl wondered if her big sister had one of those big dildos like she saw in the back of her magazine. Briefly. Her attention was soon returned to more important matters.

"Yes! FUCK! Fuck me, Sarah! Fuck my wet cunt with your fingers! Keep sucking my clit, don't stop, don't you ever fucking stop... Oh god..."

Sarah sped up and Karen thrust down with her hips to meet her, driving Sarah's fingers all the way inside her. Sarah kept licking Karen's clit. She could feel Karen's heart pulsing, beating like a hummingbird, as her fingers moved in and out.

Finally Karen's body could take it no longer. She felt like she was going to black out, but she didn't. Instead, wave after wave of pleasure began to wash over her, sending shivers through every nerve in her body.

"Oh, my god, Sarah..."

Sarah fixed her gaze on her sister's face. "Open your eyes, Karen." 

Karen opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. 

"No. Look in my eyes. Look at me while you come."

Karen looked down and saw Sarah's beautiful brown eyes staring at her. That was all it took for the full force of her orgasm to hit her, and she screamed and cried and swore and grabbed her sister's head and pushed it between her thighs.

"FUCK! OH MY GOD, SARAH!"

Sarah did her best to ride the waves of pleasure rushing over Karen, gasping for breath as she suckled her clit. She could feel Karen's vaginal walls clamp down around her fingers and hold them tight as they pulsed and quivered. Finally, Karen collapsed into the bed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she too fell to the side. Eventually she found the strength to crawl up beside Karen.

"Well, at least you're still alive." she said, when Karen finally opened her eyes again, breathing heavily, her hips still quivering. "I think you, uh, lost control for a minute there."

Karen managed a weak laugh through what she was sure was hyperventilating. Then she did lose control and started to cry. These, too, were tears of joy, of release, of exuberance. At this one moment, she felt more complete, more relaxed, more content, than she'd been in years.

This time it was Sarah's turn to hold her sister, and she brought her head to her ample breasts. Karen sniffled. She could smell the scent of their sex in the air, a musky, pungent odor that was now engraved in her memory forever. She laughed, her eyes red, her nose running, her nipples tingling and the fire in her cunt smoldering, extinguished for now.

"Shh, shh, Kerri." Sarah consoled her, playing with her hair. "I love you so much. You're so wonderful. Even if you do have a snot bubble coming out of your nose."

Karen looked up into her sister's eyes again, those soulful brown eyes that had brought on the most intense orgasm of her life. True, they were full of love, curiosity, optimism and admiration, just as they'd always been, but they were different somehow. Sarah had become a woman tonight, in more than one way. Neither of them knew what would happen next, but something deep inside Karen was glad that she had been a part of it.

She kissed Sarah on the cheek and rested her head on her chest again, nuzzling into her breasts, and was asleep before she knew it. 



Kerri and Sarah Ch. 03



Author's Note: Readers, thanks for all the feedback you've given on previous chapters. I enjoy reading about your trying to get into Kerri's and Sarah's heads as they travel through this dirty little love story. From here on, things get a little more serious and intense.

As always, I write for my own enjoyment, but I share for yours! Enjoy. 

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A familiar sound stirred Karen from a deep sleep: songbirds chirping in the tree outside her upstairs window. She opened her eyes, wiped the sleep from their corners, and looked around.

Had it all been a dream? It must have been.

She shook her head. Fuck. She could still smell Sarah's perfume on her sheets, her hair on her pillow. The sharp smell of sex was still in the air too. But Sarah was gone, the door was closed, and the only warmth she felt was from the sun tickling her face through the branches of the maple tree.

Karen fell back into her pillow and pulled another one over her head. Her head was pounding. She had come home to spend one last summer with Sarah before she went off to college. Sex wasn't really an item on the itinerary, although she was in a bit of a dry spell since dumping the boyfriend - again. Sure, if the opportunity presented itself, she'd take it, but really, Kerri? she asked herself. Last night? With Sarah?

A familiar twinge crept up her spine from below. Her clit wanted attention again. Her nipples were hard from the cool air in the room and her warm fingers felt good as she passed them over her naked body. Sarah had satiated her lust last night, but that was then, this was now.

Karen pulled the covers up to her chest. For some reason she felt immodest playing with herself in her childhood bed, but now she was incredibly horny and needed release. Her fingers roamed, exploring her soft skin, still sticky in spots from the night before. Her cunt quivered and she let out a soft moan as she dipped a finger, then two inside herself, using the moisture to lubricate her clit. She ground her hips against her hand, closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

What it wandered to was Sarah. In her mind's eye she pictured her little sister between her legs again, and it was no longer Karen's own hand rubbing her cunt, it was Sarah's. It was Sarah's mouth on her nipples, Sarah's sweet perfumed hair and soft lips, Sarah's wonderful pussy turning to face her as her young sister bent down so they could 69. She came, forcefully, unexpectedly, moaning her sister's name.

"Oh, fuck! Sarah! Yes, honey! Yes!"

She kept rubbing her clit and finger-fucking herself, and a second mini-climax washed over her, then a third, fourth, and after that she lost count. Each one caused Sarah's name to escape her lips, although she forced herself not to make any noise. It felt like they would never stop, but finally her body was so shaky that she had to pull her hand away.

She lay there for several minutes, catching her breath. Finally she hauled herself out of the bed, tossed the blankets over the wet spot she'd made in the sheets, put on her robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. A shower would make it all go away, wouldn't it?

It didn't. She stayed there, facing the wall, soaking in the steam of the shower. The gentle pressure of the water rolled down her back, across and down the crack of her ass, until droplets dripped off her outer lips. She turned and turned the spray on full, allowing it to douse her, her hands pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit to yet another orgasm. When the water turned tepid and her fingers wrinkled, she dried off and decided to pull herself together and go downstairs.

Sarah must have gone to work at the plant nursery, she thought, peeking into her bedroom. The robe she had worn last night was hanging on a hook on the back of her door. Karen pulled it down and held it up to her nose, inhaling her sister's scent. It smelled like her perfume and her pussy and Karen caressed her face with the silk before putting it back on the hook and walking downstairs.

Her mom was downstairs in the kitchen, still in her bathrobe. Karen kissed her on the top of the head.

"Morning, sweetie."

"Hi Mom."

"You slept in late. Jet lag sucks, doesn't it?" her mother asked.

"It does." Karen sighed. "Mmm, coffee." Her mother had never kept soda in the house, so the girls both grew up drinking coffee in the morning along with their orange juice. And to Karen, not even Starbucks could hold a candle to her mom's hot, black coffee.

"You know, Mom, it's a wonder any of us ever sleep after inheriting your coffee habit." she smiled, taking a sip from a large cup and sitting down across from her mother.

"Really? I usually sleep great." The tone in her voice completely escaped Karen's 'oh shit' detector, which usually told her when she was in trouble.

"You also work, plus teach photography, plus spend insane hours in that dark room of yours. I don't know when you sleep, but I'm glad you do."

"Photo is a lost art, baby. The squirrel at the park doesn't care about how its iPhone photo comes out." She took a long sip of her coffee. "It's a wonder I got a wink last night though, what with how you two were carrying on."

Karen nearly spit her coffee all over the table.

"Y-y-y-you... you h-h-h-heard that...?" she stammered, feeling her heart stop for just a second. It was definitely not a pleasant feeling.

Karen's mom smirked and stirred her coffee nonchalantly. "The way Sarah was moaning and you were screaming? How could I not?"

Karen hung her head. She wanted to say a million things, and yet she didn't feel like any of them would have made a difference. After what seemed like an eternity, her mom reached over and cupped her hand.

"Honey, it's OK."

Karen burst into tears at the suggestion. "No! It's not OK! She's my sister! She's my baby sister! I'm not supposed to do that! I'm supposed to protect her! I'm supposed to..."

Her mom stood and walked to the counter to retrieve a box of tissues. She pulled a clump of them from the box and handed it to Karen, who blew her nose loudly and wiped the tears from her eyes. "You can't tell me it's OK. I won't let you tell me it's OK."

"Then I won't. What I mean is, it's not unexpected. You girls have always been closer than any sisters I've ever known. All her life, Sarah's idolized you. She's been trying to emulate you, Kiki. Trying to impress you. Trying to make you proud of her. She loves you more than anything. And that's a hard thing for a mother to say, believe me, but I can see it in her eyes."

Karen snuffed. "I took advantage of her, mom."

"You did what your bodies told you to do. We're all human, we do silly things sometimes. I didn't expect to hear you fucking the shit out of her, but..."

"Mom!"

"... what?"

"Don't talk about it like that."

"Well, baby, it's not like you don't have desires."

"Not for my sister. Not for Sarah." she protested, blowing her nose again. "And she shouldn't have those feelings for me. It's not right. It's one thing to fantasize, another to --"

Her mother said nothing, stirring her coffee.

"Mom... it just happened. I didn't know what to do. I was drunk, she was a mess... and then before I knew it we were kissing, and..."

Her mother put her hands on Karen's shoulders. "Did I ever tell you why your father left, Karen?"

Karen looked up and shook her head. "No. ... I guess after a while it didn't matter much."

Her mother pulled a chair closer and sat down next to Karen.

"Your father left because I made him. Oh, that was a bad day. You were six and in school that day, thank god. I came home early from a photo shoot because the guy we were supposed to do a shoot for had plane trouble in Denver and couldn't fly in. I walked in the door..."

She froze, reliving the events of the day in her mind's eye.

"... I walked upstairs because I didn't see anyone in the living room. I called out for Jack and then the babysitter, and nothing. I checked the nursery and Sarah wasn't there either. Then I heard noises in the bedroom."

"What happened?"

"Well, I walked in, and Jack was there. He was balls-deep in the babysitter. The fourteen-year-old babysitter. In OUR bed. She was wearing MY lingerie. Do you know where your sister was?"

"I'm not sure I want to know."

"She was in the bed with them. Right next to him as he fucked that poor girl. Watching them as he came inside her, as he called her a nasty little whore..." A tear welled up in her eyes and she wiped it away with the sleeve of her pajama top.

"Mom." Karen said. "I.... I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Don't be." her mother said, wiping her eyes. She got up and walked over to the cupboard, pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, and brought it back to the table. She splashed a very generous shot of it into her coffee, and Karen had a feeling this wasn't the first time she had done that. She declined when her mom tilted the bottle in her direction. She was already numb in so many ways.

"The son of a bitch swore that it was only that time, that the babysitter had been changing her diaper and it just happened. And he swore up and down that it would never happen again, and that he'd never even think about touching either of you girls..." she said, the derision in her voice fading to soft, quiet, focused defiance, a trait of her mother's that Karen had always admired. "But I knew then that he liked young girls. You were old enough to know what was right and what wasn't, and I knew you would have said something. But I couldn't take the chance that he wouldn't try something with Sarah - or that he already had. I couldn't allow anything to happen to my babies."

A long, uncomfortable silence fell over the table. 

"So we left Michigan." Karen said softly.

Her mother nodded. "But not before I beat him to a pulp with Granddad's old cane. He wailed more than Sarah did from all the racket. Even if I could have afforded to keep the house I knew there was no way I could ever stay there knowing what he'd done inside it. Knowing every day I unlocked that door, I'd relive that. So I took you girls, filed for divorce, packed everything in the car I could fit, and we left."

"I remember now." Karen recalled fuzzy memories of sitting in the back seat of a rusty Toyota hatchback, marveling at the scenery crossing the Rocky Mountains, and nights spent in sleazy cheap motels with a crying baby who wouldn't sleep until both Karen and her mom were cuddled up beside her in the bed.

"I just drove. And drove. Looking for somewhere that I could build a new life for us. Eventually we ended up here. Grandma lent me some money and I started renting this place, the first one I found, and it took some work..."

Her voice cracked as she felt the tears welling up again.

"... but I made it the best home that I could for you."

Karen leaned over and kissed her mom on the forehead.

"You did, Momma. You did."

Karen felt an emptiness in the pit of her stomach. "You need to eat something, Mom. Filling the hole in your stomach with whiskey is for college kids. Trust me, I know."

Her mother nodded. "Grandma sent some fresh blueberry jam last week. It's in the refrigerator door."

"She still cans blueberries at her age?"

"You come from a line of very strong-willed women, Karen. Never tell an O'Malley girl that there's something we can't do. We'll go through hell just to spite you."

Karen made wheat toast and they spread the thick preserves over the bread. Both ate ravenously, Karen desperate to quell her hangover and her mother to ward one off.

"Mom... does Sarah know ANYTHING about this?" she asked, with a look of concern.

"She does, but it's not because anyone's ever told her. Somehow I think she remembers, because when someone asks about her father, she gets this look in her eye. It's a look of disdain, of sheer intolerance, like if he were face-to-face with her, she would cut his heart out and stomp on it."

"The same look that you had in your eyes just a few minutes ago, Mom."

"Oh, don't be silly." her mother said nonchalantly. "If I were face-to-face with him I would cut his dick off and shove it up his ass, then take a melon baller to his eyes."

Karen's eyes went wide.

Her mother laughed. "He tried to call here once, after you left for college. Said he had seen Sarah's picture on Facebook and wanted to reconnect. I suggested that he move somewhere, preferably somewhere beyond Jupiter. Believe me, honey, I WANTED to kill him. I wanted to. But I knew that it would be hard to raise you girls if I was doing life without parole."

Karen placed her hands over her mother's. "I don't think they would have convicted you. But... this still doesn't tell me why Sarah came out to me, then came on to me."

"Sarah threw herself into her studies after you left for college. She couldn't bear to tell you how much she missed you and wanted you here... she wanted to be strong. So she did what all the women in our family do: she transferred all that nervous energy into something else. Somehow it never occurred to her that she was growing up. Now mind you, I rather liked not having to deal with boys hanging around, but I had no idea how much she was into girls until I found her porno stash." Her mother giggled. "God, that girl has a DVD hidden in her closet that would make Jenna Jameson blush."

"Mom! Please tell me you didn't snoop around my room like that."

"Oh, honey, I know about the vibrator you kept in the pair of socks at the bottom of your fourth drawer, AND about the condoms you hid in that side pocket on your purse."

Karen was mortified. "The vibrator? Oh my god, MOM!"

"What, you aren't surprised I knew about the condoms?"

"No... well, yes! YES! I mean, I knew you thought I was..."

"Getting it on with Colin? Oh, it was obvious, sweetie! You turned to jelly whenever he'd come over to hang out with us. He was a really sweet boy. And the way you used to tease him, oh, he must have had a fantastic dick."

"Mother." Karen said, blushing. "I cannot believe we are discussing this."

"Oh, I knew it!" she said, happily clapping her hands. "Did you ever wonder why I didn't give you any shit? Why I never had "the talk" with you? I never had to. You were using protection. Now, as for the vibrator? Well, you were a really smart kid, Kiki, but you hid it in a pair of socks and then hid THAT in a pair of jeans. You never wore either."

"Lesson learned, I guess." Karen mused.

"Yes: Wash your own damn clothes." her mother joked. She raised her coffee cup, and Karen clinked hers against it in a mock toast.

"You still didn't answer my question about why Sarah wanted me to be her first... uh..."

"Partner? Girl? Lover? Only she can tell you that. I do know this: she has been insanely horny since you agreed to come home from college. So I'm glad she finally got some of those ya-yas out, even if it did mean I thought the roof would collapse."

"MOM!" Karen hissed. "We were NOT that loud. The house is... it's thinly insulated, that's all."

Karen could feel the blood rush to her head as she turned a dark shade of red. Her mother had been listening to them, not that they had given her an option. But she felt the same kind of embarrassment she would have felt if her mom had walked in on her and Colin fucking.

Finally Karen's mother laughed. "Sweetie. I really don't care if you fucked your sister. Or if you keep fucking her. It's not the weirdest thing I've ever seen, believe it or not."

Karen turned a deeper shade of red. "I knew there was something in those photo journals you keep locked up. But I am NOT going to... sleep with Sarah... again."

"That's your decision. I'm just saying I don't mind. Just please, for the love of god, try and be a little quieter. Ok?"

"I just told you. It is NOT going to happen. Last night was a lapse in judgement. A booze-addled lapse in judgement. And it will NOT happen again."

Karen's mother stood up to put her coffee cup in the sink. She kissed Karen on the top of the head.

"Your sister is a horny little dyke, Kiki. Her body is telling her she wants pleasure - but what she needs is guidance. She needs somebody strong to lean on. And you've always been that person for her. When someone puts that amount of trust in you, don't do anything more for her than you're comfortable..."

She headed for the bedroom. "But do everything for her that you can."

Karen sat there at the table alone for a long moment. Alone with her thoughts and the silence of the house. She poured a double shot of whiskey into her coffee cup and gulped it down. 

It was time to go for a walk.