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The Taylor Family Ch. 01

By: Ignoble



"I can't believe you said yes to a date with that clod."

Seated at her little dressing table, nineteen year old Kristen Taylor tried her best to ignore that jibe. With so much yet to do before she was ready to go, the last thing she wanted to do right now was take the bait her sister was offering. It was a wasted effort as the other girl always found a way to penetrate her defenses, yet she felt that it was important to at least try.

Kristen focused her attention on combing out her long auburn hair, counting each and every smooth stroke from her very best brush and admiring how lustrous her hair looked since she started using that new shampoo. She fretted over what make-up to wear, wanting to highlight her bright green eyes and make her full lips look perfectly kissable while somehow making her nose look a little smaller. She plotted out what clothes she should wear, wanting some jeans that would show off her slender figure, nice legs and tight butt, and a top that would make her small but perky breasts seem at least a little bigger. 

She had so much still to do before she was ready for this date that she should have been able to just tune out that teasing voice, but it hampered her efforts considerably that the very same mirror that was allowing her to work on her appearance was also clearly showing her that evil girl as she reclined on the bed right behind her, watching her.

The confident sneer she saw on her eighteen year old sister Ruth's face though was the death blow to her attempt to ignore the girl as she could never resist trying to wipe that look from her face.

While her big sister might have been classified as a statuesque beauty, Ruth could have rightly been dubbed the tomboy type. She was lean and strong from many hours of running around outside playing this or that sport with her friends and even now was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that were comfortable but badly worn thanks to her active lifestyle. She had a girlish sprinkle of freckles across her nose and spilling onto her cheeks and shared her sister's full lips and warm green eyes, but her hair was noticeably darker and cut short. There was nothing at all girlish about the size of her bosom though and it was a source of constant consternation for Kristen that her little sister should have been gifted with breasts that were twice as big as her own.

Kristen averted her eyes quickly with a little grumble when she saw those big breasts sway under her sister's shirt, wishing the other girl would wear a bra more often.

Ruth had waited to see what kind of a reaction her insult would get her and was not discouraged in the least when her big sister did not answer her. She knew Kristen even better than she knew herself not merely because they were sisters, but because they had been forced to share the same bedroom all of their lives. Put at it's simplest, she knew how to press all of her big sister's buttons for the simple reason that she had installed most of them.

How could she possibly have missed the tension in the other girl's shoulders, the way her jaw was set, or how she kept sneaking peeks at her in that mirror?

With laughing eyes and an even bigger smirk, she decided it was worth the effort to try again.

"Tommy Halpern is such an idiot! Why on earth would you want to go on a date with someone like that?"

Kristen was unable to resist trying to defend her choice of dates this time, shooting the other girl a look in the mirror which was pointedly ignored. "Why wouldn't I want to go on a date with him? He's one of the most popular boys in school!"

Ruth scoffed at that."So what? It's only because he keeps winning football games for us."

"Exactly! He's the star running back! That boy is directly responsible for our team winning it's last three games!"

"Great!" Ruth squealed with blatantly false enthusiasm."He knows how to run and how to catch balls!" She dropped all pretense however to add, "Now if only he knew how to do anything else, maybe he wouldn't be such a clod."

Kristen knew full well that she should just ignore the other girl's teasing, that nothing good would come of this if she let this argument drag on, but was helpless to resist the impulse to stand up for her date this evening. "This from a girl who spends all her time running around and catching balls! Tommy is big and strong . . ."

"And dumb as a brick!"

Kristen slapped her brush down on the dressing table in irritation. "He's not just some muscle bound jock, either. He's a gentle giant. I've never known anyone so sweet . . ."

"All of which is a point in his favor," Ruth conceded, "but it doesn't make him any less dumb."

"Ruth . . ."

"You know, Charlie has a couple of classes with him. He says that Tommy kept having to ask for help whenever his shoelaces came undone because he couldn't figure out how to tie them. That's why he wears those sneakers with the velcro straps these days."

Kristen scowled, turning around at last to face her tormentor. Her first inclination was to take the obvious shot that at least she had a date when her sister would be left sitting at home all night, but she managed to hold her tongue. While her sister was being incredibly annoying, this was still just playful teasing. The last thing she wanted right before her big date was to see this escalate into a real cat fight.

"Like I care what your weird friend has to say about anything. Tommy Halpern is . . ."

"Is as dumb as a brick!" Though she bristled at the insult to her very best friend in the whole world, Ruth did not take the time to stand up for him. Tonight was all about pestering Kristen after all and she refused to be diverted.

"I'm warning you, Ruth . . ."

From the open door to the bedroom, Mrs. Ann Taylor had been watching unnoticed since almost the beginning of the argument. She had just happened to be passing by when she overheard what they were talking about and decided to stop just in case some motherly intervention was required.

In some dark place deep inside her heart that was probably best not examined too closely, she had to admit that she'd also come to their door in the hopes of being able to get a good, long look at her two beautiful teenaged girls when they were not aware she was there. It felt more than a little disturbing and unnatural to her that she should actually want to spy on her little girls of course, but she enjoyed it far too much for her to want to spend even a moment listening to her better instincts.

Seeing that tensions were rapidly escalating in there though, she knew she had to set aside her own guilty pleasures and do something about it before things got out of hand.

Some teasing and bickering was perfectly normal, especially between siblings and particularly when they were teens, but Ann was well aware that Ruth seemed to take a perverse pleasure in it and had a habit of taking things a little too far. With Kristen now rising to her feet and rounding on her sister with a distinctly menacing look, Ann judged that this was yet another of those times and cleared her throat loudly.

The two teenagers jumped in surprise at the sound, wheeling around to face the door. 

The woman they found standing there with a stern expression on her face was the very image of the stereotypical middle-aged housewife. There was just no denying that the passage of time was starting to take it's toll. The sedentary life of a housewife had packed on a few extra pounds, there were more lines on her face than she ever expected to find, she was finding another new gray hair mixed into her hair everyday, and the force of gravity was making things sag. When she looked into the mirror, she could hardly imagine how she had ever gotten so old. 

However, even on her more depressed days she could see that there was still plenty left to remind the onlooker of what a ravishing beauty she had once been. There were still guys who just had to stop and stare at her, not to mention the ones who got so caught up in watching her that they walked headlong into walls.

"Now, Ruthie, you quit bothering your sister and let her get ready for her date."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, mom."

When she saw Ruth slump back against the bed's headboard in defeat and noticed that the light of fiery anger had gone out of Kristen's eyes, Ann was satisfied that the situation had been defused. Happy that the problem had been so easy to take care of just this once, she gave her children a warm smile and then proceeded on her way.

Ruth held herself still for a moment, listening carefully to the sound of her mother's retreating footsteps. As soon as she heard what sounded like a foot on a stair step, she sprang up at last and darted across to the door and stuck her head out into the hallway. She was just in time to see the top of her mother's head disappearing as the woman made her way down the staircase and out of earshot.

With that, she turned back to her sister, that infuriating smirk right back where it belonged on her face.

"Yep, there's absolutely, positively no question about it," she announced. "Tommy Halpern is the stupidest boy who ever lived!"

Kristen had just been considering returning to the dressing table when she took this broadside. "Hey," she cried, infuriated and exasperated. "Didn't you hear what mom just said?" She was mildly surprised at herself for thinking that the younger girl would have given up so easily. Hadn't she spent the last eighteen years enduring her company, after all?

Ruth was smiling even bigger now and coming back towards her sister, apparently looking to regain her perch on the bed. "Hey, do you think he'll try to kiss you? If he does, I'll bet you anything that you'll have to point out to him where your lips are. He's just as likely to try to kiss your elbow or something!"

Unfortunately for her, Ruth had misjudged just how far she'd pushed her sister and made the mistake of allowing herself to stray just a step too close to the older girl. She was taken by complete surprise when Kristen suddenly leapt at her without any warning, tackling her so that the pair crashed onto the bed in a wild tangle of arms and legs.

Fortunately for them both, this was not going to be the brawl any reasonable observer might have been expecting after all of that relentless teasing. The two teens had long since learned that there were plenty of downsides to fighting, beginning with bruises and bloody noses and ending with punishments from their parents, and so had long ago come to the conclusion that there had to be a better way to resolve their differences. 

No, Kristen's attack was not the opening move in a vicious cat fight, but was instead the start of a wrestling match. As soon as one of the girls had pinned the other and made her cry uncle, the matter would be considered settled.

The bedroom resounded with the grunts and groans and, yes, occasionally the giggles of two young women who were each bound and determined that they were going to get the upper hand on the other. Ruth was stronger physically, but they had fought countless matches like this one before and so Kristen knew all of her sister's moves by heart and had come up with effective ways of countering them all. This did not promise to be a quick or easy affair. 

Straining and battling against each other with all the determination of prize fighters, they rolled back and forth across the bed, writhing and struggling.

In the end, it was Kristen who came out on top - literally. Ruth found herself sprawled on her back with her big sister not only atop her and holding her down, but actually straddling her. Looking down at the trapped girl beneath her with a big grin, elated over this victory against her tormentor, Kristen demanded her immediate surrender.

Looking up into that triumphant smirk, Ruth made up her mind that she was not going to lose this match, though. Finding that her arms were being held too firmly and realizing that she was never going to be able to get them loose, she started kicking with her legs and twisting her hips in the desperate hope that she would somehow be able to toss her big sister off. 

She would find some success, but not in the way either of the girls could ever have expected.

In the process of trying to battle her way free, one of Ruth's legs somehow rose right up between her older sister's legs and did not just press firmly into her crotch, but actually rubbed up against that very intimate spot for several long moments. Ruth was so focused on engineering her escape that she did not even notice this very personal contact, but poor Kristen had no trouble at all detecting it.

When her sister's thigh came up and started grinding itself against her cunt, a jolt of real pleasure shot through Kristen at blinding speed - seeming to just explode in every direction from between her legs. It was unlike anything the young virgin had ever felt before and she could not help but hesitate for an instant as the sensation went rippling through her, overwhelming every last one of her senses. It had been hard enough just to breath as that riot took place in her body, but when the feeling started to subside a soft moan escaped Kristen's lips, her body trembling.

Ruth may not have known what had caused it, but she certainly noticed when her sister suddenly seemed to get distracted and stopped fighting back against her. This was the moment the girl had been hoping for and, like the experienced wrestler she was, she threw everything she had left at Kristen and managed to force a roll across the bed that finally put her into the dominant position.

Straddling her big sister and pining her down, Ruth was of course tired and out of breath but that could not dim the excitement and happiness she felt at her success. "Gotcha!"

For once in her life, Kristen did not seem inclined to disagree with that, but as she looked up into that grinning face and realized that her sister was in exactly the same position she had been earlier, she had a sudden inspiration. Perhaps her little sister would like to know what it was exactly that had given her the upper hand in this wrestling match?

Matching Ruth's smirk with one of her own, she suddenly thrust one leg up between the younger girl's thighs and almost laughed out loud when she saw just how wide her eyes got and heard how loudly she gasped.

Ruth regarded her with an expression of shock and wonder for a long moment and seemed unable to find her voice. It was hard enough to remain upright at that moment and so the girl had to give up on pinning her sister in place and just pay attention to not tumbling over sideways.

"Why did you do that?" Ruth demanded at length, using a soft voice that sounded shaky and breathless.

"You did it to me, first."

The younger girl was skeptical. "I did not!"

"You most certainly did."

"Excuse me, but I would never in a million years do anything like . . . that!" As had so very many other young people before her, Ruth chose to punctuate this firm and unequivocal denial by demonstrating exactly what it was that she would never, ever do.

As her sister's thigh pressed once more against her crotch, Kristen couldn't stop herself from letting out a hoarse moan, her back arching. As if on their own accord, her hands rose to take hold of Ruth's hips. 

"You most certainly did," Kristen sighed, "but it was more like this." She didn't hesitate for a moment then to thrust her leg up between Ruth's, not merely giving her a little bump but actually grinding it into her. 

Ruth let out a little squeal of pure pleasure, tossing her head and instinctively pushing her butt back in the hopes of getting even more.

With that, however, everything seemed to abruptly stop and a tense silence descended heavily over that bedroom as the two teenaged girls considered what was happening here, gazing long and hard into each other's eyes in a silent but eloquent conversation. It was a moment of decision for them both, one that could change everything forever, but in truth it was a foregone conclusion.

Had they been thinking things through a little more clearly, both girls might have better noticed what a weird predicament this was, not to mention how close they were to the brink of violating one of society's most powerful taboos. Unfortunately for them, they were both still riding the adrenaline high generated by their wrestling match and feeling thoroughly stimulated from all of that bumping and grinding. Overheated and fueled by raging, rampant hormones, the girls were soon focused on the quest to see just how good someone could really feel by doing this sort of thing.

The hands on her hips started tugging Ruth down onto the other girl and she came willingly, not merely lowering herself onto her sister but shifting her position just enough so that it would be easier and more comfortable for them to do this. Long legs scissored together, intimate places were properly situated, firm breasts bumped against each other, and the girl's found that their faces were now only inches apart.

One final significant look passed between the two teens and then it was off to the races.

It was not merely because of their rank inexperience with anything even remotely like this that had the girls beginning slowly and a little awkwardly, but also because they were both well aware of the weirdness of what they were doing together. As they worked themselves against each other though, seeking out just the right speed and angle and amount of force that would make them the happiest, minor details like the identity of who they were rubbing up against quickly became much, much less important.

Without a single thought to the fact that the bedroom's door was still wide open and that if either of their parents happened to pass they would have a perfect view of what was going on, Kristen and Ruth concentrated on getting the best ride possible out of this and nothing more. Faster and faster they moved, grinding their mounds against each other harder and harder as the pleasure roiling out from between their legs became ever greater and more intense.

As the two girls got lost in the moment and coherent thought became a thing of the past, the two Taylor girls did even more than bump and grind.

For a start, the hands that had been holding onto Ruth's hips moved of their own accord. One of Kristen's hands found it's way to the small of her little sister's back as if to hold her down, but the other one ended up resting on the other girl's butt, pressing to get her to thrust against her even harder. 

In the meantime, Ruth noticed that something moist was pressing against her overheated skin at her throat, something that was making her skin tingle. Given how distracted she was, it took her a few moments to identify what it was, but gradually realized that it was Kristen kissing her! A more rationally thinking girl might have stopped her from doing that for fear of having to explain to their parents where those marks had come from, but Ruth was focused on the pleasure and excitement now and nothing else. 

Gradually, the rapidly building heat and pressure down below became too much to bear anymore and the sisters found themselves right on the brink of orgasm. This only encouraged them to work all the harder, shoving themselves against each other in a desperate race to reach the looming finish line.

Aching and out of breath as a result of the strenuous workout she had just endured, Kristen could not let out that ecstatic shriek that wanted so badly to burst from her lips as a huge climax claimed her, so she had to settle for a hoarse and strangled cry. Exhaustion would overtake her in the aftermath and leave her all but limp, but the delirium of ecstasy would linger for a long time and keep her from wanting to go anywhere or do anything anyway.


The Taylor Family Ch. 01



Perhaps her athletic lifestyle gave her a bit more stamina, but Ruth managed to hold out a little longer than her big sister. Seeing that Kristen was coming though, she redoubled her efforts and worked frantically, feverishly until she too fell off that cliff into the yawning abyss of insensible ecstacy. Ruth arched her back, shook violently, croaked out her big sister's name, had her eyes roll back into her head, and then simply collapsed bonelessly on top of the other girl.

With that, all was peaceful and quiet and still again for a long time as the two teenagers just lay in an untidy heap atop the bed, thrilling to the incredible feelings that were still ricocheting and rebounding through their bodies and savoring the warmth and intimacy of their present pose. It would be a long time before they were able to catch their breath, much less slow the furious pounding of their hearts.

Lying under the blanket of her sister, her arms still about her and her hand on her butt, Kristen felt as if she would be content to remain there forever. She kissed her a few more times and was rewarded with a heart warming little sigh of happiness. Giving the girl she held a good, tight squeeze she let her eyes wander around the room idly without really seeing anything.

There was the door and it was still wide open, but Kristen never once considered how their parents might react to seeing them like this. There was the little dressing table where she had been sitting when this excursion into wonderful weirdness had begun and she had to smile at how she could no longer remember just what they had been arguing about. There was the alarm clock on the bedside table and it occurred to her that she had been getting ready for something, but she couldn't imagine what in the world could possibly be more important than luxuriating in her little sister.

Slowly, the world started snapping back together in the young woman's mind. 

Little sister? Wasn't it Ruth that she had just done this with? Sure, it had felt great, but wouldn't most people describe what they had just done as incest?! The incest taboo was just as deeply ingrained in her as it was in anybody else and the mere thought that she may have just broken it was more than enough to alarm her. Her eyes shot to the door again and this time the fact that it was wide open was a worry for her - what if their parents happen to walk by and discover them like this! She could feel herself slipping into a panic, but was helpless to resist it as the enormity of their crime settled on her.

Ruth had pulled herself together by this time and managed to raise her head again. With a warm, loving smile that was a world away from the wicked smirk she usually gave her sister, she leaned in to her.

Seeing her little sister leaning in for what could only be a romantic kiss to her lips stole away the last of Kristen's self control. By twisting violently, she at last managed to get out from under the other girl and leapt away to sit on the edge of the other bed, breathing harder than ever and trying to make some sense of what just happened.

Startled at being thrown off so suddenly, Ruth now found herself all alone on the bed and levered herself up into a sitting position. "What happened?"

Kristen looked at her in amazement. What a question! Hadn't she noticed what they were doing only a few moments ago?! "Ruth!" she hissed, wanting desperately to raise her voice, to rant and rave, but forcing herself to keep her voice down lest their parents overhear. "What we just did was . . ."

"Wild and weird and undeniably hot!" Ruth interjected with an impish grin. "I mean, wow! And to think, that was with all of our clothes on! Can you imagine what it might be like if we took them off?"

The older girl hissed urgently, "Would you please keep your voice down?! For God's sake, Ruth, do you hear what your saying? That's . . . incest!" She only barely managed to squeak out that last word, suddenly finding it more scary than any insult or curse word could possibly be. "Sisters shouldn't be . . . doing things like . . . that . . . with each other."

Ruth could not deny that this constituted full on weird, but still saw no reason why the older girl should be throwing this kind of a fit over it."It's a little out of the ordinary, I admit . . ."

"It's perverse!"

"Maybe a little," Ruth conceded, "but that's what makes it fun!" She laughed, shifting so that she could sit cross-legged on the bed. "Besides, even if it is incest, it's not like we have to worry about one of us getting the other one pregnant. In case you haven't noticed, we're both girls!"

"And that's another thing," Kristen responded quickly. "We're girls! If this wasn't weird enough already, it's also lesbianism!"

There was something in Ruth's eyes that told Kristen she might have just hit a nerve, but the soft tone she used to answer her was all the confirmation she needed "Lesbians aren't weird, Kris."

Kristen was stopped in her tracks, looking at her sister with wide and wondering eyes. "Ruth, are you . . ."

"Am I what?"

"Are you . . . gay?"

Ruth was silent for a long moment, looking away uncertainly. This was her deepest, darkest secret, something that she had never spoken to anyone in the world about before now. Given the situation she now found herself in, she accepted that it was important to answer the question truthfully, but had to worry about how her sister would react given the lather she had worked herself into.

"I'm not gay, Kris. Not exactly, anyway. I'm attracted to both boys and girls, so I guess it would be more correct to call me bisexual." She shrugged her shoulders, raising her head again with a sheepish smile as she added, "Truth be told though, I might be a little more into girls than guys . . ."

Kristen just stared at her for the longest time, completely at a loss over how to process this new tidbit of information. Bickering and teasing were the norm for these two, not heart-to-heart's, and so she had no way of knowing how to cope with a discussion like this. As the silence lengthened however and started to become uncomfortable, she knew she had better say something.

"I . . . I don't know what to say, Ruth."

The younger girl offered a smile and let her off the hook. "There's no reason why you should say anything."

Ruth figured that it might be best to bring this difficult moment to an end sooner rather than later, thinking that they needed some time apart to ponder on everything that had been done and said. She looked around the room, casting about desperately for some kind of diversion, and finally noticed the clock.

"Um, maybe you should finish getting ready? Your dim-witted date is going to be here to pick you up before too long."

"Date? Oh, my, God! My date with Tommy!" Kristen leapt up off the bed and got a good look at herself in the dressing table mirror. "Oh, no! I look awful! I can't let him see me like this! I've got to go and get cleaned up fast and put on some new clothes!"

She ran to grab up some clothes and then disappeared from the room, a veritable blur as she dashed for the bathroom.

Ruth watched her go with a smile - if nothing else, she had gotten in the last word in their argument.

* * *

The hour was late, the lights were turned out, and the girls had gone to bed, but neither of them was sleeping.

An effort had been made to keep everything looking as normal as possible when their mother had come up to give them their usual goodnight kiss, but the tension between the two teenagers was palpable. Ruth was certain that her mother must have sensed it - who could have missed it, after all? - but supposed that she had probably written it off as yet another spat. It was just as well as neither of the girls was prepared to even try to talk this out with her.

Lying in her bed now and staring in silence at the ceiling, the fact was that she could not have slept at that point had her life depended on it thanks to all the turmoil. It was plain to her that her sister was having the same problem as she could hear Kristen grumbling to herself on the other side of the room, tossing and turning over in her own bed. 

The little misadventure the two girls had shared earlier had obviously been a serious mistake, but it was beginning to look like Ruth's confession about her sexuality might have been an even worse one. 

However awkward things had gotten before Kristen left on her date, it could not compare with the situation now. Her big sister had been very careful to avoid spending any time at all alone with her, just for instance, and had hardly spoken two words to her. Ruth didn't even think she had been able to look at her, much less actually meet her eyes. Also, while they must have seen each other undressed hundreds of times without giving it a second thought over the years they had shared a bedroom, this time Kristen had hurried off to the bathroom to change from her clothes into her nightshirt.

This was turning into a major problem and she did not know what to do about it, but was getting desperate to get their relationship back to normal.

Her attention was drawn across the room again when Kristen finally gave up on trying to sleep and sat up. The older girl did not move from there though and just sat there for a long moment, staring straight ahead and Ruth eventually figured it out that she was trying to work up the courage to do whatever it was she intended to do. Stealing a glance toward the other bed and seeing that Ruth was watching her in the moonlight, she smiled softly but then ducked her head, looking away quickly.

Just when Ruth was about to dare to call out to her, Kristen started moving again, sliding out of her bed. She paused for a moment longer then, supposedly to smooth out her nightshirt but really to gather up those last few ounces of her bravery, then padded over to Ruth's bed on bare feet.

"Ruth?"

"Yes, Kris?"

The older girl was having quite a bit of difficulty getting out whatever it was she wanted to say - opening her mouth to say something a couple of times but always thinking better of it and closing it again. It was a cool night and she was shivering a little, but she remained resolutely by the side of the bed, determined to do this. 

When she finally did start talking, it was in a halting whisper and with an expression of defeat that she did not even try to hide, a look which clearly communicated that this was not really what she had come over there to talk about.

"You know what? You were right about that Tommy Halpern. The guy is an utter idiot! The one and only thing he knows anything about is football and he could not stop talking about it for even a moment. I must have tried to change the subject a million times, but everything reminded him of yet another football story."

Ruth understood how much her sister had been looking forward to the date and so, despite all of her previous teasing, she honestly felt some sympathy for her Kristen. "I'm sorry."

"He's also not as nice as I thought he was. He was really rude to a couple of freshmen we bumped into, not to mention our waitress. And what an octopus he was! Just because he's the big football star and was paying for our dinner at that fast food place, he seemed to think he was entitled to . . . well, you know. At least he knew how to take no for an answer and I didn't have to zap him with my knee."

"I really am sorry things didn't work out better for you, Kris."

The older girl fell silent once more, but this time was determined to say what she had originally come over to say and not to chicken out again. "Um, Ruth?"

"Yes?"

"I love you." It was blurted out quickly, anxiously, but sincerely. "Honestly, I love you so much, Ruth." 

This declaration was followed by a quick, nervous look to the door. Their parents were surely in bed and sound asleep by now and she knew it, but this was not a conversation that she wanted to be overheard and so it couldn't hurt to make absolutely sure.

Ruth responded with a warm smile and echoed the sentiment immediately. "I love you too, Kris."

Knowing now that her baby sister was bisexual though encouraged Kristen to explain what she meant quickly before Ruth got the wrong idea. "I'm not saying that I'm in love with you, though. In the romantic sense, I mean. But you're my sister and, despite how much we get on each other's nerves sometimes, I do love you."

Ruth was surprised to feel a twinge of sadness at this clarification, but she hid it well and made sure she was nothing but encouraging and comforting to her big sister. "I know. That's what I meant, too." 

"I just needed to make sure you knew that," Kristen told her, wrapping her arms around herself now to try to keep a little warmer. With a sad little smile, she added, "I mean, I got kind of stupid earlier after we . . . after what happened."

Her little sister dismissed the apology as unnecessary without a second thought. "It's cool. I mean, it's not like something like that happens everyday."

Kristen could not argue with that, but it brought up the last thing she needed to tell the other girl. "Ruth, we cannot let it happen ever again. I'm not kidding about this. I don't even want to think about what would happen if anybody found out about what we did."

"Okay, okay." A slow smile made an appearance on Ruth's face. "It did feel pretty good though."

The older girl smiled back. "Good? I would have said great."

There was a friendly, companionable silence for a long moment then as the two young women regarded each other with wide and friendly grins. Kristen was really starting to shiver badly by now though and her little sister chose to make a bold offer.

Scooting over to make room on the bed and throwing back the sheets, Ruth said, "For God's sake, Kris, get in here before you freeze to death!"

Kristen stopped dead, the smile vanishing from her face. "Ruth! I just said that we can't do that sort of thing again!"

Ruth just laughed at that. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Kris. I'm just saying that we'll both stay nice and toasty warm if you get in here."

The other girl was doubtful. "I'll get warm soon enough if I get back in my own bed, too."

"You'll be warmer over here. Shared body heat, and all of that."

Kristen looked uncertain still, but did not retreat to her own bed. That spot next to her sister looked oh, so inviting, but did she dare to jump in there? Sharing a bed with Ruth was both appealing and terrifying to her at the same time and she knew that the smartest thing she could do right now was return to her own, but she could not force herself to do it.

When she finally started to move again, Ruth was delighted to see that her sister was coming to take her up on her offer. It was clear that Kristen was pretty nervous about what she was doing however as her step faltered twice.

"Oh, come on, Kris! Don't be such a baby. I'm not going to bite."

"Oh . . ."

Was it just her imagination, Ruth wondered, or did her big sister sound just a little disappointed? 

Kristen came over to the side of the bed at last and started to sit down, but hesitated at the last moment, her attention returning to the door yet again. "If we're going to be sharing a bed tonight, I think I'd better shut the door. We don't want to have mom and dad spot us like that in the morning!"

Ruth just smiled as the other girl trotted over to the door and pushed it closed quietly, unable to keep her gaze from dipping momentarily to the long legs that emerged from the bottom of her sister's nightshirt.

Kristen hurried back to the bed and now did not hesitate to join her sister, slipping under the blankets. It was not a large bed as it was really only designed for one occupant and so the quarters were naturally close, but neither girl was inclined to complain about it just now. Indeed, the two young women found it very nice to be sitting next to each other in the same bed, dressed in nothing more than their night clothes, and both had silently resolved that this would not be the only time they tried this. 

"This was a good idea, Ruthie," the older girl said with a warm smile. "Nice and cozy." Impulsively, she leaned over then and gave her sister a quick kiss on the cheek before settling down to try to get to sleep.

Ruth gasped softly in surprise at the affectionate kiss, one hand rising to touch the spot where the other girl's lips had so briefly brushed. Her emotions were surging, but she kept her hands to herself just as she'd promised despite the nearly overwhelming temptation to do otherwise. She kept herself to her own side of the bed, however unwillingly.

"Hey, Kris? How about we go and do something tomorrow? I mean, it's been forever since we spent any real time alone together. How about we go and spend some time at the mall or something?"

Opening her eyes again, Kristen looked around at her with a playful smile. "Ruthie, are you asking me out on a date?" Ruth's face colored and she started to stammer, but her sister brushed all of it off. "It sounds like fun. We'll make a day of it."

Kristen settled back again and closed her eyes again. Ruth eyed her uncertainly for a moment, thinking that this behavior was kind of at odds with that big speech her sister had just given her, but finally she gave up on trying to figure her out. Making sure she kept to her own side of the bed, Ruth too settled down and closed her eyes.

There was something uniquely comforting about sharing a bed for them both and so, despite all of the turmoil of this evening, they were soon sound asleep.

* * *

Saturday morning had arrived all too soon as far as Ann was concerned.

Yawning widely and enjoying a nice stretch, she emerged from her bedroom in her bathrobe and headed for the stairs. It seemed to her that a little breakfast was in order, but she was distracted from her growling belly by the sight of the closed door to her daughters' bedroom.

She paused with a frown, studying that door.

Mornings were a prime opportunity for her to do a little spying on the girls as they were normally still asleep and not wearing much. A closed door was quite a departure from the norm and she had to wonder what might be the reason for it.

Glancing behind her to make sure there was still no sign of her husband, she was reassured to hear the shower running. Ann then moved across to the door and listened for a moment, but when she heard nothing she knocked lightly and waited. There was no response at all and she glanced back one last time before reaching for the door knob. She opened the door only wide enough to stick her head in.

What she saw made her gasp in shock and, even though she jerked her head back and closed the door immediately, the vision would be permanently etched into her mind.

Both of the girls were in the same bed and still sound asleep. There was an undeniable intimacy about their pose as well as Ruth was lying on her side with Kristen was spooned up behind her, her face hidden in her sister's hair and one arm securely wrapped around the younger girl's middle. The blankets had been kicked off sometime during the night and, though both girls were still wearing their nightshirts, Kristen's had ridden up and her bare butt was clearly visible.

Ann leaned against the wall heavily, desperately needing the support as her legs were feeling very wobbly right now. As that image of her two children played and replayed over and over again in her head, she was finding it very hard just to catch her breath and felt as if her whole body was on fire.

She was forced now to face up to the reason why she got so much enjoyment out of spying on the two teens and, though deeply ashamed of herself, also felt profoundly excited. She had to do something to relieve the pressure that was so rapidly building up inside in her and she knew that there was only one way to do that short of a cold shower.




The Taylor Family Ch. 01



Staggering away from the bedroom her two daughter's shared as quickly as she could, she made her way to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her.

There, for the first time in her life, this middle-aged suburban mother masturbated herself to a blistering climax while fantasizing about her own children. 



The Taylor Family Ch. 02



Author's Note: Be warned that if you're looking for a steamy sex story, this is not it. This part is more about setting the stage for it, you understand. You'll have to wait for chapter three before my little family starts hopping into bed with each other, but I'll eventually get mom, dad, and both daughters involved in the incest. 

*

The Taylor sisters had risen late this Saturday morning of course, but with no school to attend or appointments to keep that was perfectly acceptable. 

After the bizarre events that had taken place the day before, the two teenagers had made plans to spend this day together in the hopes of getting things back to normal between them. To that end, they were going to visit the shopping mall and see what there was to do there when you don't have a whole lot of cash. 

If this day was supposed to be all about proving what a normal pair of siblings these girls really were though, it had not gotten off to a very promising start.

Both Kristen and Ruth had carefully prepared for this day as if they were going out on the most important date of their young lives. They had bathed themselves and styled their hair, applied some make-up and dabbed on a little perfume. Only when it came to dress did the girls manage to hold back, resisting the temptation to dress up in favor of keeping to casual slacks, T-shirts, jackets, and sneakers.

The young women were so preoccupied with getting ready and convincing themselves that this was not actually a date that neither of them noticed that they were being keenly watched. While their dad paid little attention to them, still all but hidden behind his morning newspaper, their mom could not keep her eyes off them. Whenever one or the other of her little girls happened to pass by, her eyes would track them like the head of a sunflower follows the sun.

Once all had been prepared, the two girls borrowed their mother's little two door coupe and took off for the mall, leaving behind them an obsessing mother and an oblivious father.

Ann Taylor followed her daughter's as far as the door to the garage and watched in silence from the window as they sped off together. 

Given the scene she had stumbled onto that morning, it was probably natural that she would be a little worried about what might be happening between those two girls, but the way she'd responded to her discovery proved that she just wasn't thinking like a concerned parent should. 

She could not help but recall the vision of what had been in Ruth's bed this morning - the image had been playing and replaying vividly before her mind's eye all day now. The fact that both girls were still dressed in their nightshirts suggested that things might not have progressed very far yet between them, but the intimacy of their pose was unmistakable and unforgettable. What was going on between those two?! Was it really possible that they might have violated the ancient taboo against incest? 

Meanwhile, why wasn't she at least a little upset over the notion they maybe they had? She was their mother! She had given birth to both of those girls and it was her responsibility to see that they were raised to be decent and upstanding citizens of the human community! What did it say about her that she was instead drooling over fantasies of the two of them making love to each other and feeling a little faint over the idea of somehow getting her girls to let her join in the perverse fun?

Ann had been making her way back to the living room and her husband when that last thought made her freeze in her tracks.

Join in? A threesome with her two daughters? Lesbian incest? Oh, my . . .

Without even thinking about it, she changed direction and went dashing for the bathroom to play with herself again. Though she had told herself that she was just putting on some sweat pants and an old T-shirt today because they were so comfortable and because they weren't expecting any visitors today, she would soon realize that it had really been because it gave her such quick and convenient access to her most intimate places.

Places that were on fire this morning and surely would be all day.

With only a locked door to hide her shame from her spouse, she shoved down her sweats and her panties and took a sat herself down on the toilet seat to get to work. She had used her fingers to do this earlier when she first spied the two teens in what could only be described as a lover's embrace, but this time she thought to grab up a little wash cloth and rub it between her legs and the rough texture against her most sensitive parts sent her straight into orbit.

Breathing hard and dripping with sweat as she came back to herself in the aftermath, the entire bathroom reeking of the smell of sex, Ann reflected that she was going to wear herself out if she spent the entire day running off to masturbate every few minutes. Given that they were now all alone in the house, perhaps if she could talk her husband Roger into playing with her, it would distract her from these weird thoughts about her children for a while?

It might have worked, but it was not to be.

Somehow, the notion of going to bed with her own husband just wasn't very appealing after the taboo busting fantasy she had just enjoyed.

* * *

Sitting in one of the plastic chairs in the mall's one and only shoe store, Kristen held up one foot to have a better look at the adorable little pump she was trying on.

"Isn't it cute?!" she gushed. "Isn't it too die for?!"

Still kneeling on the carpet where she had helped her sister put the shoe on, Ruth could only roll her eyes. Fashion was just one of the many stereotypical girly pursuits that a tomboy like her just could not fathom. What was the point of a fragile little thing like that when you could do so much more with a sturdy pair of sneakers? For goodness sakes, they fit her foot so snugly that Kristen had not even been able to get the shoe on all by herself.

"Yes, Kris," she answered dryly, "but if it was any tighter you would probably end up losing that foot."

"Oh, stop it. These things are always tight at first. It'll loosen up once it's broken in."

"But how can you get them broken in," Ruth scoffed, "if you can't even walk in the stupid things?"

The best way to respond to that, Kristen decided, was to prove her wrong. She put her foot back down firmly, hoping that her sister didn't notice the little wince of pain when she did so, and rose to her feet. Steeling herself to hide any trace of discomfort, determined to not let even one whimper of pain escape her lips, she resolutely marched across the store and then back to the other girl. 

It was a brave effort to be sure, but it was spoiled when she was all but hopping by the time she returned, crying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow . . ."

There was a distinct I-told-you-so gleam shining in Ruth's eyes, but for once in her life she managed to not say it out loud. Instead, she deftly guided her sister back into the uncomfortable chair and launched an attack on that shoe, hoping to get it off before any real damage was done. The deep sigh of relief that Kristen let out when it came off was very eloquent and Ruth could not resist a little chuckle at the other girl's expense.

"Well, maybe those were a little tight," Kristen sheepishly conceded. She would normally have added something more - something about how her judgement in shoes was usually better and how this one unfortunate incident really should not be held against her - but her train of thought was derailed when she noticed what her sister was up to.

"Um, Ruthie? What are you doing . . .?"

"Nothing," Ruth replied casually, not looking up from what she was working on. "Just making sure that stupid shoe didn't hurt your foot."

In fact, what the younger girl was doing was cradling her sore foot in her lap, using both hands to tenderly stroke and firmly knead the exposed flesh. 

Kristen had to admit it was the finest foot massage she had ever had, but it was more than just unusual for her sister to be giving it to her. In normal times, it seemed like the only time these two girls ever touched each other was during their wrestling matches. An exercise into intimacy like this was completely unknown to them. After the weirdness of the previous day, this was starting to set off alarm bells in the elder girl's mind, but it felt so very nice that she found it disturbingly easy to drown out that noise.

"Thank you," she breathed at length, biting her bottom lip. "That feels . . . really good."

Ruth heard the tone of her voice and could not help but look up into her eyes for a long moment, getting a little lost in their warm depths. She saw something in there that made her rejoice, but also knew it was something that she did not dare acknowledge right now.

"I'm glad you're . . . enjoying it."

* * *

Surrounded by the infernal machines - their screens flashing brilliant and hypnotizing colors, their speakers blaring tinny music and disturbing sound effects - Kristen just knew that she was going to get a migraine.

At least for her, the unpleasantness of this place was only heightened by how the video game arcade had been designed. The entrance had been sculpted to look something like a cave entrance, a huge sign overhead proclaiming this to be "The Gold Mine." Kristen didn't need to be told that the only people this place was a gold mine for was whoever was raking in the profits from all of the kids who were spending what little money that had here. In any case, the underground theme had been duly carried over in the dimly lit interior what with the walls being made to look like rough stone and the few pillars holding the ceiling up being made to look like unfinished timber beams.

The result, at least so far as Kristen was concerned, was a claustrophobic atmosphere, the noise echoing oddly and the glowing screens seeming even more brilliant and dazzling, Under normal circumstances, she would not have come within ten yards of this place.

Kristen had never really been able to grasp the appeal of video games somehow, but having just dragged her sister into a shoe store and made her endure just over an hour of oohing and aahing over shoes, she just hadn't been able to talk herself into refusing when her little sister insisted on stopping here.

Ruth quite clearly did not share her big sister's discomfort with these surroundings and this was probably her destination of choice whenever she had some money burning a hole in her pocket and could score a ride. She had certainly known exactly where to find the machines she wanted and her game play was good enough to suggest that she'd had plenty of practice.

The girl had wanted to share this experience with her and had begged her big sister to plug in some money and play the games with her, but it was taking all of Kristen's will power just to keep her in this place and she felt no need to waste what little cash she had. Ruth had looked a little hurt that she wouldn't want to share this with her, but Kristen was sure she'd get over it.

So, instead of trying her own hand at one of these pointless games, she merely stood at her sister's shoulder - trying to block out the distracting lights so that she could see what Ruth was doing in the game, trying to tune out the cacophony of noise so that she could hear as the younger girl excitedly described what was happening.

As a matter of fact, Kristen had edged in awfully close to her little sister and it was not just so that she could hear her better. 

The fragrance she detected rising from Ruth was intoxicating and it drew her in closer and closer so that she could breathe it in more deeply. Kristen knew perfectly well that her sister hardly ever wore perfume and the thought that she had put some on just for her was making her belly do some interesting flip flops.

The game came to it's inevitable end when her character was killed and Ruth finally thought better of feeding this machine any more money. Letting her hands drop away from the controls at last after immortalizing her name as one of this video game's top scorers, the young woman took a step back and was a little surprised when she ran into Kristen.

Ruth had been so distracted by what was going on in the world of artificial reality that she had not noticed just how close her big sister was standing to her. In times past there would have been a mumbled apology or perhaps a "Watch where you're going!" but not today. This time, Ruth was perfectly happy to lean back into her sister and enjoy this moment of closeness, of almost embrace.

Judging from the sigh she heard behind her, Ruth knew that Kristen didn't have any problems with it either.

It was so easy to forget that they were in a public arcade, surrounded not just by machines but also by other people. Ruth found it hard to keep herself from reaching back to grasp the other girl's hand and Kristen was just thinking about how easy it would be to slip her arms snugly around her sister's waist.

"Ruth! I didn't know you were in here!"

The sudden cry startled both the girls and they jumped apart as if they'd just gotten caught doing . . . well, doing what they had done yesterday. Spinning to find the source of the shout, they found none other than Charlie Jones trotting towards them with his normal big, friendly smile plastered on his face.

A lean and lanky boy of just barely eighteen years, this young man had been Ruth's very best friend in the whole world ever since the two of them bonded over a big box of crayons way back in kindergarten. There were those who might have thought him too cute for his own good with his blond hair, blue eyes, and sprinkling of freckles. There were a very few girls who wondered what he might be packing considering his big ears and large hands, but most of the feminine side of the species couldn't quite get past how gangly and clumsy he was, how he lacked any real muscles, and how awkward and shy he could be. As always, he was dressed today in high top sneakers, cargo pants, and a T-shirt advertising his favorite rock 'n' roll band.

"Charlie! What are you doing here?" Kristen noticed that, while her little sister sounded awfully surprised to see her pal here, she did not seem at all bothered by it.

The young man motioned behind him at a small school of kids who were bunched around one of the video games and Ruth recognized them as friends he and she shared. "The gang and I are just hanging out. Would you like to come and join us?"

Ruth glanced back briefly at her sister with the kind of smile that could only melt the other girl's heart. "Sorry, but I'm spending the day with my sister."

Charlie frowned in confusion at that. He was familiar enough with the dynamics in the Taylor home to know that the two girls didn't often get along. It was unusual to say the least to have them spending time alone together when they didn't have to. "Are you sure?"

The idea of seeing her special day with Ruth come to an end hurt her more than she could say, but Kristen nonetheless felt the need to give her little sister the option. "It's okay, Ruth, if you want to go spend some time with your friends . . ."

Ruth wasn't having any of that, though. "Sorry, Charlie. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure." Though he was still obviously uncertain about what might be going on between the sisters, the teenaged boy this time took the hint and returned to his friends on the other side of the arcade.

Kristen's heart sang at the thought that her little sister had just blown off her friends, preferring to spend time with her. She slid in close beside her, draping an arm lightly around her waist and letting one of her firm breasts rub up against Ruth's arm. The embrace seemed to take the younger girl by surprise, but she was obviously pleased.

"Say, Ruthie," she ventured, "how about you show me how to play that game again?" Ruth answered that with an odd look, asking without words why she would want to pull free of the older girl just to play some video game, but her sister was already digging into a pocket with her free hand for a quarter. "It doesn't look too hard. I'll bet I can beat you."

The smile that made an appearance on Ruth's face then absolutely lit up this darkened place. For Kristen, that alone made her migraine well worth it.

* * *

Kristen frowned across the little table as she took notice of her little sister's meal. "I can't believe you eat that junk."

Ruth didn't seem to understand what she was getting at and spent a few moments pondering the big greasy cheeseburger, seasoned fries, and large soft drink spread out in front of her. "What do you mean? This is great!"

"It might taste good, Ruthie," came the retort, "but it's so bad for you! I swear I can hear your arteries clogging up from way over here."

Ruth raised an eyebrow. "Look around, Kris. We're in a shopping mall's food court! All they have here is fast food places. Even if I had wanted something that was better for me, there's not a lot of healthy food to choose from around here."

Kristen just scoffed at that, motioning towards the big salad and diet soft drink that were sitting in front of her.

Ruth had a unique talent for grumbling under her breath and yet still managing to be clearly heard. "Rabbit food."

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with a salad, Ruthie, and I will have you know that they taste great." Kristen stabbed her fork into the salad and brought up a small load, holding it out towards her sister. "Here, just give this a try."

Ruth's eyes sparkled and she wore a small smile on her face. 

She leaned across the table to accept the mouthful, her eyes never straying once from the older girl's, but also dared to bring her hands into play. With one hand, she lightly caught the other girl's wrist on the pretense of steadying the fork, but the activities of the other hand did not have any innocent excuses to offer. It came to rest on Kristen's forearm and moved in a slow, rhythmic caressing motion.

Kristen's response was to suck in a deep breath and shiver with pleasure. This was certainly not an appropriate way for two sister's to behave towards each other, but the idea of protesting or pulling away never occurred to her.

More than satisfied with the results she had achieved, Ruth then sat back for a moment to munch on the mouthful she had been given. "Not bad," she conceded thoughtfully, "Not bad at all. But have you even tried these seasoned fries? I'm telling you, they are addictive!" Using her hand, she scooped up a couple of the fries in question and held them out.

Recovering some of her equilibrium, Kristen was eager to prove that she knew how to play this game, too. Holding her sister's eyes with her own, she leaned forward to accept the sample, both hands rising to hold and stroke just as the younger girl's had. The older girl threw a new wrinkle into the works, though.

Still maintaining the eye contact, her gaze smoldering, she continued to hold onto her sister's arm even as she tried the fries. "Mmm, those really are tasty." Then, under the pretense of getting at the bits of seasoning that were still clinging to the girl's fingers, she took the fingers into her mouth one by one and sucked them clean, her tongue sensuously stroking each digit.

The shudder that coursed through Ruth was so intense and so profound, the gasp she let out so very loud, that Kristen wondered for just a moment if the other girl had actually had a little orgasm.

The teenagers remained like that for quite some time, their eyes locked together as they leaned forward over the table towards one another and held onto each other's hands, but ever so gradually they started to remember that they were in a very public place and surrounded by a lot of humanity. 

Kristen's eyes cut to the right, Ruth's to the left. Sure enough, after a display like that, almost every eye was on the two of them.




The Taylor Family Ch. 02



Going a bright red, the two girls retreated to their own sides of the table to finish their meals quickly so they could escape all of this attention.

* * *

"Considering how much complaining you did about my trip to that shoe store," the older teen observed dryly, "I can't believe you've dragged me in here."

Intently studying the racks of clothing in front of her, Ruth dismissed the argument out of hand. "That was different. All you were doing was drooling over some stupid shoes that you could never afford and would probably never actually wear. I, meanwhile, am looking for something useful and practical." She pulled a hanger down from the rack and studied the pair of shorts they held. "You know how much time I spend running around and playing sports with my friends over the summer."

Kristen ran a knowledgeable eye over the shorts, one hand rising to finger the material. "Oh, I wouldn't get these if I were you. You'll be putting them through a lot of wear and tear and they don't seem very durable." Taking the hanger from her sister, she returned them to the rack and then pulled the younger girl over to a different display. "Come over here. I think these would be a lot more hard wearing."

Ruth followed after her, but groused about it just loud enough to make sure her sister heard. "Excuse me, but I think I would be a better judge of what I would like to wear."

That earned an arched eyebrow from Kristen. "Oh, yes? And which of us actually knows anything at all about clothes and fashion?" The older girl did not wait for a response to that, turning her attention immediately back to the display in front of her and rummaging about for just the right pair of shorts. "Here we are! Take a look at these!"

Ruth carefully considered the garment her sister had found for her, noticing that the shorts were quite a bit shorter than the other ones had been. "Um . . ."

"Oh!" Kristen continued with a delighted little squeal. "And look at these tops! They would go perfectly with those shorts!"

The shirt that was pressed into Ruth's hands seemed a little thin to her in fact, and she found herself wondering if it might go transparent if it got soaked through with sweat or water or something. Further, there were a few buttons up at the collar and she wondered just how long they would last in a particularly rough game. It seemed as if she was always losing buttons. "Um . . ."

Kristen propelled her sister towards the dressing room. "Go and try them on!"

Still considering the shorts and shirt her sister had picked out, Ruth seemed to resist this idea. "What for? I know what size I wear."

"It doesn't hurt to make absolutely sure. I mean, the clothes might seem perfect, but they'll be of absolutely no use to you if they don't fit. Right? Isn't that what you were telling me back at the shoe store?"

"I guess so."

"And when you have them on, you simply have to come back out here and show me."

A small smile appeared on Ruth's face as she understood. "You don't think I'll be able to figure out for myself if they fit me?"

Putting her hands on her hips, Kristen just repeated, "Which of us knows anything at all about clothes?"

With a smile a mile wide, Ruth took the shirt and shorts and quickly vanished into one of the store's cramped little dressing rooms. If her big sister wanted a show, then she was resolved to give her one! Tearing off her own clothes, she then put on the new ones, studying herself in the mirror and taking great care to make sure everything was just right.

When the younger girl emerged from the dressing room a few moments later, Kristen's mouth fell open and her eyes glazed over. There was a coy smile on Ruth's lips - she'd gotten exactly the reaction she had been hoping for.

The shorts were very short indeed and showed off the young girl's long, smooth legs very nicely. Meanwhile, the short-sleeved shirt was not one of those abbreviated ones that left the belly bare, but Ruth had not bothered to close even one of the button's at the collar so that her sister caught a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. Given that they had shared a bedroom all of their lives, Kristen had of course seen her sister in a lot less, but she just could not stop staring at her little sister even so.

Thoroughly enjoying the way her big sister was drooling over her, Ruth turned this way and that, posing for Kristen and allowing her to get a look at her from every last angle. The answer was pretty obvious, to say the least, but Ruth still had to ask. 

"So, what do you think? Do you like?"

The sound of the other girl's voice finally broke Kristen out of her trance. Stepping forward, she answered, "Well, I don't know yet. Let's just see how well these are really fitting you." 

Ruth had figured out that her sister had made her try these clothes on in the hopes of seeing her in a little less, but she had not imagined that it would also be used as an excuse to get her hands on her. Kristen hurried over though to fiddle with this and adjust that and, even though she never actually put her hands on anything too intimate, the younger girl still ended up feeling pretty thoroughly groped.

When her sister actually knelt behind her and spent a lot of time adjusting her shorts however, Ruth couldn't hold her tongue. Looking back over her shoulder with a smirk, she warned, "Be careful, Kris, or you're going to end up pulling them down. Or did you want to see my butt?"

Kristen was indecisive for a moment, studying the body part in question and running her tongue slowly and sensuously over her lips. It clearly took a supreme effort of will power, but she finally withdrew her shaking hands and spoke in a breathless voice. "Yes, I think these should fit you fine."

Ruth stuck out her bottom lip in an adorable pout. "Really? Are you sure you don't want to see my butt?"

Giving her sister a pleading look, Kristen could only whisper a heartfelt, "Ruth . . ."

"Okay, okay, spoilsport," Ruth said with a heavy, theatrical sigh, choosing to let her off the hook. Without a backwards glance, she turned and disappeared back into the fitting room.

Rising slowly and awkwardly back to her feet, Kristen leaned heavily against a nearby rack of dresses for support as her legs seemed awfully wobbly. 

Over and over, she silently told herself that she had not been tempted at all to haul down her little sister's shorts, that she had not been dying to not only see the girl's butt but to actually get her hands on it. 

No matter how often or how firmly she might tell herself this however, she couldn't quite make herself believe it.

In the dressing room meanwhile, now safely out of sight, Ruth sagged down onto the little bench that had been provided there. Though she took some pride in the fact that she had been able to retain her composure out there in public, there was no denying that it was going to be necessary for her to take a moment or two to catch her breath and try to slow her pounding heart.

For just an instant there, she had thought that her sister really might be about to haul down those tiny little shorts and the notion had set her whole body ablaze.

One hand gravitated quite naturally to the swampy center of the inferno, but she resisted the idea of playing with herself here for fear of getting caught.

* * *

No day at the mall would be complete for any teenager alive without a stop at the movie cinema to see a show. The prices were too high, the seats were often ripped up, the floors were sticky, and the walls were so thin and poorly insulated that you could clearly hear what was playing in the next cinema, but the tradition prevailed.

Unfortunately, the Taylor sisters had very different views on what constituted a good movie. 

For Kristen, there was nothing better than a good romance or a nice tear-jerker and so she naturally gravitated towards the latest chick flicks. For Ruth on the other hand, there was nothing better than a good adventure flick with lots of shoot outs and explosions, but a good gross out comedy came in a pretty close second.

When the two teens elected to catch one of Hollywood's latest efforts at the mall's cinema then, the debate about what they would see grew just a little heated. They could have seen two separate shows of course, but that was unthinkable given that they wanted to spend this day together.

With no compromise movie available either, they hung their heads in defeat and retreated from the cinema.

This was how Kristen and Ruth ended up on one of the park benches - the kind that was provided for the comfort of weary shoppers, but was made of metal and so was just uncomfortable enough to ensure that they would be back on their feet in short order and into the stores again. The bags containing the things they'd bought meanwhile were arranged neatly at their feet.

Ruth looked at the bags ruefully. "Given how little money we had, who would have thought we could have bought so much stuff?"

"I'm an expert shopper - what can I say?" her sister replied with a little grin, the pride evident. "I know how to get the biggest bang for my buck."

"Hard to argue with, I guess," Ruth chuckled.

Kristen slumped back a little on the bench, wishing it had been given even a little padding. "I'm glad for this chance to sit down for awhile. Do you realize that we've spent almost the entire day on our feet now? And I'm not nearly as athletic as you are."

"Oh, you poor baby." 

Without even thinking about what she was doing, Ruth slipped an arm around her big sister's shoulders and pulled her in for a cozy cuddle. Kristen did not protest though, eagerly laying her head down to rest on the other girl's shoulder, snuggling in comfortably and even letting out a contented sigh.

Delighted, Ruth boldly chose to press a tender kiss to the older girl's temple and was rewarded with a throaty noise that could only be described as a happy purr.

And that was how the couple would remain for almost a half hour, each of them loath to bring this moment of closeness and intimacy to an end .

* * *

It had been a very long day for Ann Taylor as she tried to deal with her perverse new desires and waited impatiently for her two daughters to come home.

She'd had to run to the bathroom so many times to try to tamp down the inferno that was burning inside her that even her husband Roger had noticed and worriedly inquired if she was feeling all right. Well, she could hardly tell him the truth - that she was burning with lust for their daughters - so she'd just assured him that she was fine and tried to change the subject. Even so, she did think it best if she stopped running off to masturbate every few minutes.

The problem with this however, was that it left her feeling as if she was on the verge of exploding! 

No longer able to deal with her bodies disturbing needs all by herself, she eventually broke down and approached her husband. Ann made it quite clear to him what she wanted, going so far as to suggest that she might be prepared to do things with him that she'd always been unwilling to try before, but he refused her even so.

Unaware of the state his wife was really in and not quite getting that she was willing to play the slut for him just this once, Roger was not interested in an afternoon romp while the big game was on TV. He could not actually use that excuse with her though and so he just complained that the girls might come home at any moment and it would be kind of embarrassing for them to walk in on their parents fooling around.

Grumbling to herself, Ann gave up on her distracted spouse and headed upstairs.

If nothing else, she could focus on preparing for her daughter's eventual homecoming.

* * *

"Well, here we are again," Ruth said with a sigh that sounded almost sad. "Home again."

Back home again at long last that afternoon having just spent the best day together either of them could remember, the two teenagers emerged from their mother's car. Neither of them had wanted to see this day come to an end, but there really is a limit to just how much time a person can spend in a mall. The idea had been floated that they could have gone to take a walk in the park, but the temperature had dropped and it would have been no fun to shiver throughout their stroll.

"Yeah." Kristen sounded no happier than her sister did and reached out to take hold of her hand as they met in front of the little coupe. "This was a good idea, you had, Ruthie. I can't even begin to tell you how much fun I had today."

"I'm so glad, Kris," Ruth gushed eagerly, squeezing the other girl's hand. "I had a blast, too."

The moment grew longer and longer as the two teens stood there in the garage silently, smiling lovingly as they gazed deep into each other's eyes, holding onto each other's hands. There was an undercurrent here of something more than mere sisterly affection and it was very possible that something forbidden might happen if they would only let it.

Remembering her sister's concerns of the previous night though, Ruth's courage failed her and she tried to let Kristen off the hook. "Come on. We'd better start unloading all of that stuff we bought." 

Ruth tried to let go of her sister's hand and started to move away, but Kristen was quick to grip her even more tightly and pull her right back.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Ruthie?"

A little startled by the older girl's behavior, Ruth wracked her brain worriedly for a moment. The last thing she wanted to do was end this fabulous day by doing anything that might annoy Kristen, but she honestly could not imagine what she might be talking about.

"Am I?"

Kristen tried to affect a playful, teasing look, but any pretense of innocence was spoiled by her smoky eyes and husky voice. "Well, it's customary to get a little kiss at the end of a date?"

Ruth was shocked to say the least. 

Did she want to kiss her sister? Of course, she did! She had wanted to do that and more at least since that wrestling match the day before. On the other hand, she could also remember that little conversation they had shared in the aftermath. But if she was determined to not permit anything even vaguely incestuous to happen between them, why was she now calling their day together a date and asking for a kiss?

Thinking that maybe Kristen was a bit overcome after all of the little intimacies they had shared at the mall, that she was saying things she would probably regret later, Ruth once again tried to play it safe.

Stepping closer to her sister, the young girl leaned in to give her a kiss, careful to only let her lips brush Kristen's cheek.

Kristen put on a pout, not even trying to hide her disappointment. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you don't get asked out on more dates, Ruthie." Without waiting for a response, she pulled the younger girl up against herself, belly to belly and breast to breast, one of her legs moving almost naturally in between Ruth's. "Let me show you what I mean."

Gazing up into her sister's eyes, her entire body feeling Kristen's entire body, Ruth very nearly swooned.

Kristen kissed her lips.

It was a tender and loving kiss at first, really only a little more than what one might have expected to see between two relatives, but it would not stay that way for very long. What should have been a relatively brief peck quickly lengthened and deepened though, growing more and more passionate by the moment. They clung to each other desperately for what seemed like an eternity, an audible moan of ecstacy escaping them both when their lips finally parted.

"Wow . . ." Ruth sighed, looking at her sister in wonder.

"Yeah," Kristen agreed wholeheartedly. "Wow."

Now it was Ruth who took the initiative, moving quickly as if wanting to make sure this was done before either girl could think better of what they were doing. Taking hold of her big sister, she turned and pushed her up against the wall, firmly pinning her there with her own body and once more kissing her.

It was a fierce, bruising kiss that, on the one hand, seemed to last forever and, on the other, came to an end all too soon.

Pulling back at long last, Ruth looked at her big sister with a shy smile and her heart leapt when she saw it mirrored on Kristen's face. A significant line was being crossed, but this time there was no fretting and worrying over that fact. Searching each other's eyes and finding only excitement and happiness, they both came to the same decision at the same time.

"Let's go inside," Kristen murmured. "I think we need to spend a little more . . . quality time together."

"I'd like that."

Hand in hand, the two girls made a dash for the door to go inside the house, but their plan to just sprint upstairs to their bedroom and close the door behind them was not to come to fruition. Instead, they had hardly taken three steps indoors before they were intercepted by their mother.

Ann Taylor had carefully prepared for this encounter. She was freshly bathed and perfumed, had made sure her legs and armpits were shaved smooth, had styled her hair and put on some make-up, and had even dressed in her tightest jeans and a blouse that she left unbuttoned enough to show off plenty of cleavage. 

Ann knew exactly how perverse it was for her to be throwing herself at her own children like this and felt like such a slut, but at that precise moment she just didn't care.

"Welcome home, girls," she said to them in an emotion choked voice. "I've been waiting for you."

To Be Continued . . .



The Taylor Family Ch. 03



"Hey, Ruthie? Did it seem to you like Mom was acting a little odd?"

Kristen was not watching where she was going, looking back over her shoulder even as she was dragged along by the hand by her little sister. Somehow, she managed to avoid walking into anything as she was guided at something just short of a dead sprint up the stairs and into the bedroom the two teens shared.

"Never mind that now," the other girl answered, propelling her sister towards one of the beds while she paused just a moment to throw the door shut behind them.

"But . . ."

Ruth reclaimed her sister swiftly, an arm going around her waist to guide her over to one of the two beds, sitting down together on the edge. As far as she was concerned, there was something very, very important that the two of them needed to be attending to right now and it wasn't a discussion about their mother's antics.

To be honest, Kristen was just as interested as her little sister in dealing with that other matter, only she was too distracted to focus. 

There was something about the way their mother had been behaving since their return from the mall that was both odd and familiar and it was bothering her that she couldn't quite figure out what was going on. She thought that if they took just a moment to talk about it, they could probably sort the issue out without too much trouble and then proceed to that . . . other matter.

Kristen opened her mouth to speak again, but her lips were suddenly covered by Ruth's in a hungry, intense kiss. Every last synapse in the girl's brain promptly shorted out and she forgot what she had wanted to talk about.

Turning her full attention back to her sister, Kristen gave as good as she was getting, kissing her back fiercely. With tongues tussling, their arms went around each other in a crushing embrace, wanting to feel every inch of each other's bodies. As they held onto each other and shared plenty of long, deep kisses, the two teens soon forgot that anything at all existed beyond that bed.

It was a heady moment for them both - knowing full well just how forbidden this embrace was but being unable to resist, already feeling the first stirrings of that same wild ecstasy that claimed them both the previous night.

A little pressure from Ruth was all it took to make Kristen lie back across the mattress, the younger girl coming with her and moving a single hand up under her sister's shirt. 

Kristen gasped, finally breaking off the kiss as she felt that probing hand sliding up her flat belly. A little concerned that this might mean she was going a little too fast here for her sister's liking, Ruth stopped her hand just short of the older girl's breasts, her fingertips resting lightly upon the bottom edge of Kristen's bra.

"Is something wrong?" wondered Ruth nervously.

Kristen was smiling, though. "Sorry, Ruthie. It's just that I felt your hand go under my shirt and knew you were planning to grab my boobs."

The smile was reassuring, but Ruth was still hesitant. "Should I not have done that?"

The question seemed to surprise the older girl and she started to realize where her sister's mind was. "Ruthie, I've gone out with my share of guys and most all of them have tried to cop a feel at some point or other. Let me just say that I have never, ever been tempted to let anyone grope me, though . . . until today."

"You mean . . . me?"

The only response Ruth received to was a deep kiss, but what an eloquent answer it was!

The two teens lost themselves then in another round of passionate and seemingly endless kisses and the younger girl's hand lost no more time in claiming it's prize.

* * *

Ann Taylor was livid as she stomped her way up the staircase towards the bedrooms.

What does a woman have to do to get laid in this house! First, she had begged her husband to fuck her, but he had refused because he wanted to watch some stupid game on the television! Then, she had all but thrown herself at her two daughters, but they had not given her a second look, brushing past her and sprinting up to their room! Didn't these stupid people understand that she had needs?!

Well, she was too keyed up right now to simply let this go. She meant to follow those two girls and press the issue.

Arriving at the closed door to her daughters' bedroom, she didn't hesitate for a moment to throw the door open wide. All of her plans went up in smoke however when she got a good look at exactly what her girl's were doing.

Kristen was sprawled on her back across one of the bed with Ruth on top of her, both completely oblivious to her presence as they were focused entirely on making out right now. With wide eyes, she saw that one of the younger girl's hands had gone prowling up under her sister's shirt and was obviously caressing a pert breast. Kristen, in the meantime, had one hand on the back of her sister's head, but the other hand was on the small of her back and ever so slowly moving downward towards Ruth's butt.

There was no question anymore, no way the scene she had stumbled onto this morning could be somehow explained away as innocent.

A small sigh that spoke of happiness and relief escaped her. She knew that she really shouldn't be so pleased that her two girls were sleeping together, but it actually made her feel a little better to know that her dirty mind hadn't invented a relationship between the two girls simply because she wanted to get into bed with them.

And speaking of getting into bed with them . . .

Just as she was about to make her approach to the bed though, there came the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming up the staircase. She knew it had to be her husband, but this was soon confirmed by the sound of Roger's voice.

"Ann, honey?! Are you up here?"

Ann ducked back out into the hallway quickly, closing the door again as quickly and silently as she could. 

Incest was something best practiced in secret and so she naturally didn't want their father to catch sight of Kristen and Ruth tangled up in each other like that. She could only hope that they would not hear his voice, think they might be on the verge of getting caught red-handed, and stop what they were doing. They were both such beautiful girls and they looked so intensely erotic when they were together like that and she vowed to do everything in her power to help them continue this torrid relationship.

It went unspoken that she was also concerned that if this sibling affair came to an end, she would never have the chance to get into bed with them herself.

"Oh, there you are, dear!" Roger was smiling broadly as he arrived at the top of the stairs and spied his wife loitering outside their daughter's bedroom. "What a great game that was! You should have sat down to watch it with me!"

Darting worried looks back towards the bedroom door, Ann tried to find a way to silence him without it looking like that's what she was doing. "So, our team won, then?" she asked innocently, her voice soft.

"It certainly did," he answered enthusiastically, his voice still much too high for her liking. "It came right down to the wire, but just before time was going to run out, just before they were going to have to go into overtime . . ."

Ann could bear it no longer and, before she knew what she was doing, she had her finger to her lips and was frantically shushing him. "Please, Roger, we need to be quiet!"

He gave her a confused look. "How come?"

She stuttered and stammered for several long moments as she tried to come up with an answer for that, her face going a beet red as she imagined that she had just ruined everything not only for herself but for her two little girls. It was a great relief then when she did manage to conjure up a plausible lie.

"It's the girls, dear. I guess they wore themselves out running around that mall all day today. They are just having a little lie down and I didn't want you to disturb them."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Roger looked properly chastened, the volume of his voice dropping rapidly.

Figuring she still needed to get him away from there before an errant moan of sexual satisfaction was heard from behind that closed door, Ann darted across to her husband and latched firmly onto his arm, leading him back downstairs. 

"Come on, why don't you tell me all about that game?"

His smile returned at that, his head bobbing up and down agreeably. "Sure, okay. I was thinking about supper though. What are we going to have to eat tonight?"

"I know what I was hoping to eat." The words slipped out of her before Ann even realized that she was speaking, her mind still on the two girls on the other side of that door.

* * *

Her big sister's hand moved slowly down her back, not making even the tiniest attempt to disguise where it was heading, and did not stop until it had come to rest squarely on Ruth's ass.

Ruth looked down at the girl beneath her, her eyes sparkling and a smile on her lips. "I knew you liked my butt," she purred, referencing that little incident that happened outside a shopping mall fitting room.

This time, Kristen didn't even try to hide it. "As a matter of fact, I do! I can't even begin to tell you how hard it was not to haul those little shorts down. I mean, there we were out in public with a lot of people all around us, but I still had to force myself not to start undressing you."

The younger girl seemed delighted to hear this. "It's nice to know you find me so irresistible, because I was certainly having a hard time keeping my hands off you today, too."

Lifting herself up and off of her sister at last, her hand emerging from under her shirt, Ruth moved to straddle her sister's belly to make absolutely sure that the other girl's hand wouldn't have to let go of her bottom. Kristen's other hand was unavoidably dislodged, though it proved only too happy to join the one behind Ruth.

Once she was happy on her perch, Ruth lost no time in tugging her shirt off and pitching it over onto the other bed. She hesitated then though, giving her sister a chance to look over what had been exposed and to pronounce judgement.

Kristen dragged her eyes slowly up her sister's body, lingering on those generously sized boobs being pushed up and out by the bra she was wearing. A playful pout appeared as she considered that piece of underwear. 

"You know, I can't even count all the times over the years you've distracted me by not wearing a bra. There was something just . . . mesmerizing about seeing those big tits of yours swinging and swaying underneath your shirts. Not to mention, arousing! So how come today of all days you decided to wear a bra!?"

Ruth felt her heart lurch at the thought that her sister had been interested in her long before that incident the previous evening, had been making a point of intently watching her breasts. 

"Sorry about that, Kris." The girl lost no time in unfastening her bra and slipping it off, letting her full bosom come bouncing out into the open. Both of Kristen's hands immediately gave up that butt they had been gripping and rose to eagerly stroke and caress Ruth's breasts, twin moans of pleasure escaping both of the girls.

Ruth reached down now, her own hands going to Kristen's smaller breasts. "Hey, your wearing a bra, too!" she complained with a grin.

"I know," she answered with a smile. "Unfortunately, you're just going to have to live with it for now. I can't get it off right now with you sitting on me like this."

"I suppose I could move . . ." the younger girl ventured, eager to see every last inch of her sister.

"Not now," Kristen responded quickly, her hands moving ceaselessly over Ruth's big boobs. "I'm right in the middle of something."

"Tough."

Ruth sprang up and off of her sister, grabbing the front of her shirt to haul her back upright. Kristen squealed in surprise, but not displeasure as she was swiftly and roughly stripped of her shirt and then her bra. Now naked from the waist up, the older girl reveled in the way her sister was eyeing her firm bosom.

When her sister then tried to return to the bed however, Kristen stopped her immediately. "Let's go ahead and get the rest of our clothes off now."

Eager to get back to more pleasurable pursuits, the two teenagers lost no time in getting stripped down to their birthday suits. They were too eager in fact to even do any ogling, though the truth was that they had caught plenty of glimpses of each other in the buff over their years of sharing a bedroom. As they would learn over the coming days though, there was a real difference between seeing something in passing and having it shown to you for a reason.

In an instant, they were once more in a tangle on the bed, their hands everywhere and their mouths occupied with hungry and feverish kisses. As they worked each other over, their legs became intertwined once more just as they had the day before and began again to rub in that oh, so special way.

"Oh, Ruthie!"

"Kris!"

Thrusting and grinding their swampy mounds against each other, bumping and jostling their breasts, arching their backs and throwing back their heads, the two teenage girls were soon utterly lost to the world. Soft grunts and strained moans were escaping them as the friction built up and it was not through any conscious decision that they did not rise to an ear-splitting crescendo but rather due to the fact that they were finding it so hard to catch their breath. Enjoying this more than was humanly possible, desperately anxious to reach the final, inevitable climax, neither girl held back or made even a pretense of trying to resist the onrushing orgasm.

It struck savagely, utterly consuming them, and leaving both Kristen and Ruth limp and exhausted in a heap atop the bed.

As her world slowly started to reorient itself back to normal in the aftermath, Ruth had to smile softly as she remembered something she'd said right after the first time they had done this. Yes, it really was even better without any clothes in the way.

The young girl felt a hand in her hair then, turning her face to her sister's. A sweet, tender kiss followed, something that seemed totally out of place after all of the wild, animal passions that had just been unleashed.

Ruth may have been the athletic tomboy, but it was her sister who got her second wind first. Kristen rose up shakily on her hands and knees without a word, moving so that she was straddling her little sister again, but this time the other way around. 

Her head dove straight between the other girl's thighs and started to dine on that most intimate of places, but she kept her own cunt high above Ruth's head, letting her look but not touch for a moment. Ruth's arms snaked around her sister's waist to pull her down, her head shooting up off the bed, and swiftly the circuit was complete.

Feasting on forbidden fruit, the two teens proved themselves to be rather sloppy, but voracious eaters.

* * *

It was torture for Ann.

She knew full well that her two daughters were just upstairs, having wild and passionate sex. She yearned to be a part of that, craved both of those young women and wanted to do things to them that would make a prostitute blush. 

She couldn't go near them though because her husband Roger was underfoot and would certainly catch them all. In fact, she had been reduced to running interference to keep him from going anywhere near the girl's bedroom for fear he would stumble onto the truth. More, she had condemned herself to have to listen to his play by play account of the big game. It had seemed an excellent diversion when she suggested it, but now she was almost ready to pull her hair out.

She just had to grin and bear it however, unwilling to do or say anything which might betray her two girls. 

Dinner was a lost cause, though. There was just no way she could have focused enough on what she was doing to prepare a meal without burning down the house. Roger didn't have a problem with delivery though, suggesting pizza and heading upstairs to see what the girls wanted on theirs.

Ann dashed after him in such a panic that she nearly took a tumble, telling him that he should find the phone number for the pizza place and that she would go talk to the girls. She sprinted up the stairs before he could react, leaving her husband behind in an instant.

At the door to her daughter's bedroom, Ann stopped dead in her tracks.

It seemed to her very likely that her girls were still indulging in the carnal delights and so they would likely not be too interested in having a pizza right now. She also didn't care to interrupt their lovemaking just to ask them such a stupid question. Just because she couldn't join in the fun didn't mean she had to spoil their good time. Having told her husband that they were resting, she figured that she would just have him order one with all of their favorite toppings and let them eat it later either cold or reheated in the microwave.

Standing in that hallway with only a thin wooden door standing between her and the girls though, there was no way she could resist taking a peek. Cautiously opening the door, she stuck her head inside the bedroom.

What she discovered was that her daughters were now both completely nude and more than lived up to all of her daydreams about just how perfectly delectable their young bodies were. God, how she wished she could rush in there. What made that yearning almost overpowering was the fact that her girls were now locked up in the classic sixty-nine position and were quite simply devouring each other.

Letting go of the door she had been holding onto, Ann was helpless to stop herself from reaching down to grab herself between her legs for the hundredth time that day as the fire of pure lust threatened to flare up out of all control. Her other hand went to one of her breasts, gripping it firmly. 

What she did not realize at the time however was that by letting go of the door, she allowed it to swing wide open, fully revealing her presence there if either girl happened to look in her direction. Even if she had realized this, it's not likely she would have been too concerned though.

When they had the chance to enjoy the sight of each other without any clothes on, after all, why would either of them care to look in any other direction than at each other?

Kristen was the first of the girls to reach orgasm, rearing up as waves of what must have been sheer ecstasy tore through her young body. Ann had never seen her oldest girl so beautiful as she was while lost in the throes of that spectacular climax and she could not have torn her eyes away from that sight for anything. Her back arched, her upper body raised up in the air, and her firm little breasts jiggling exquisitely as her whole body shook, she was the ultimate picture of lewd beauty.

Then the young woman's eyes popped open.

She was so lost in her own fantasies, that it took a long moment for Ann to realize that her daughter was staring right at her. On the other hand, Kristen was so overcome that she wasn't really aware of what she was looking at either, the world seeming to swim and spin around her. Ever so gradually, the world sorted itself out and Kristen finally realized what was right in front of her.

Kristen was not unaware of how much trouble an incestuous romance could incite - after all, wasn't that why she'd resisted the temptation for so long after that wrestling match got out of hand? Thus, finding herself caught by their mother while in so compromising a position with her sister was naturally a source of great alarm for her. She let out a gasp and might have leapt right off of Ruth except that the other girl was still holding her tight, both arms wrapped around her.

Slowly, it dawned on the girl that her mother was not behaving like a furious mother should, distraught over the depths of depravity her children had sunk to. The expression on her face, the hand on her boob, the other hand between her legs, all combined with the impression she had gotten earlier on her return from the mall to suggest that her mother might not be so very upset by this turn of events.




The Taylor Family Ch. 03



Her daughter's shocked gasp, meanwhile, seemed to break Ann out of her trance at long last. Suddenly finding herself staring into the eyes of her daughter, it never even occurred to her that the natural and normal reaction should be to scold the girls. Instead, her first response had she been able to find her voice would have been to apologize to them for invading their privacy like this and then to beat a hasty retreat.

Under the circumstances, the very best she was able to manage was a sheepish little smile.

Kristen was almost certain then that her mother not only did not have a problem with her children indulging in incest, but that she was actually very aroused by it! One more bit of evidence was all that she needed to test this and the knowledge that Ruth had not come yet gave her the perfect opportunity.

Never taking her eyes off her mother's, Kristen raised two fingers to her mouth to run her tongue over them slowly and sensuously, getting them good and wet and slippery. That hand descended then to the boiling center of Ruth's passion, the fingers sliding all the way into her cunt. 

The effect this was having on Ann was nothing short of electric. Her baby girl knew of her presence there in the doorway but did not object to having her witness this act of pure love! More, she was very carefully and deliberately showing her exactly what she was doing to her little sister! 

Ann was a mere instant away from ripping off all of her clothes right then and there and rushing into the room, when it happened.

"Honey?! I've got the number here! Did you find out what the girls wanted on their pizza?!" 

The sound of her husband's voice rising up the stairs finally broke the spell Ann was under, reminding her of how much there was to lose if this affair were to become public knowledge. With a strangled cry that spoke of her anguish at this lost opportunity, she forced her unwilling feet to carry her away from that den of delights, shutting the door again.

Staggering away, she knew that she would need a few moments to recover her composure and leaned heavily against the wall opposite her daughter's bedroom.

Those few moments became even longer when she heard the unmistakable sounds of Ruth being finger-fucked to what must have been an awfully nice orgasm come filtering through the door.

Just as she imagined that she was all right to face her husband again, just as she had made her way to the top of the stairs, she heard the door to the girl's bedroom suddenly swing open and had to stop again, turning to look.

Laughing playfully without a care in the world, still as naked as the day they were born but carrying their bathrobes, the sisters came racing out hand-in-hand and hurried into the bathroom without ever once looking back towards her.

It looked to Ann like they were looking to get cleaned up now that they'd had sex and meant to share a bath. The images of the pair together in a steamy shower, no doubt taking full advantage of the opportunity to get wet and wild with each other, was almost the finish of Ann as she stumbled and nearly fell down the stairs.

She had no choice but to pause again, knowing that she could not face her spouse so long as she was in this kind of state.

* * *

The subject of their mother's behavior raised much debate between the two girls.

Based on everything she had seen, Kristen was of the opinion that the older woman not only approved of her children having sex with each other, but was anxious to join in. After hearing her older sister's vivid retelling of what had happened, Ruth could hardly argue that their mother was upset with them for committing incest, but she just could not wrap her mind around the idea that she might be prepared to do it herself.

With both girls steadfast in their views and unwilling to be swayed, it was eventually decided that they would just ask the woman herself. Knowing that their father would be gone the next day as he was going to play a round or two of golf with some friends, it was judged that this would be the best time to speak to her as there was no chance of such a sensitive discussion being overheard. Of course, it went without saying that it also gave them plenty of privacy to do some exploring should it turn out that Kristen was right.

Bedtime came and the girls put on their nightshirts and retired to their separate beds, aching to get together in one but knowing it might not be the best idea. 

It was a Taylor family tradition that their parents would stop to wish them a good night - their father just waving from the door in passing, their mother stopping long enough to give them a chaste peck. Their mom might be okay with this, but there was no telling how their father might react to discovering his nubile teen daughters naked and in the same bed.

Right on schedule, their father appeared in the open doorway to the bedroom, barely glancing within as he bade them a good night.

Their mother appeared a few moments later. 

Ann was barely dressed in a blue teddy that seemed to have been crafted mostly out of sheer lace. Her full breasts might have begun to sag as the passing years caught up with her, but it's cups were designed to push her bosom up and out and they did their job very well. The crotch was narrow, barely covering her most secret treasure and turning into a thong at the back. Even with a sheer blue kimono thrown on over it, left untied to make sure her audience got the full effect, it was the next best thing to being nude.

She was a little hesitant about walking into the girl's room like this, knowing that she could no longer boast of having a body that even came close to rivaling either Ruth's or Kristen's. On the other hand, the open-mouthed stares she was getting from them both were both reassuring and ego boosting and so she drifted into the room with a girlish titter.

Putting on a coy smile, Ann arrived at Kristen's bedside first, reaching down to gently take hold of one of her hands. "Sweet dreams, baby," she purred, running the fingers of her other hand through the girls hair as she leaned in to kiss her lips. 

This was not going to be just another innocent peck between mother and daughter though. 

It started out as a "first kiss," that kind of tentative, exploratory kiss that all new lovers share as they begin to realize the depths of their attraction for each other. It quickly grew deeper and more passionate as Kristen started to kiss her back, lips parting to let their tongues dance. One of the younger woman's hands rose to the back of her mother's neck, making sure she didn't go anywhere until after she had been thoroughly kissed.

From the other bed, Ruth watched with wide and wondering eyes, hardly able to believe what she was witnessing. 

It had seemed so incredible to be attracted to her own sister, much less to actually have sex with her. To think that their mother might also be interested in fooling around with them was just impossible, though. On the other hand, there was no arguing the fact that her mother was dressed in sexy lingerie and willingly making out with Kristen.

Ruth let her eyes run up and down her mother a couple of times and decided that this was not something she was going to have a problem with.

Throwing off her bed sheets, she slipped out and padded silently over to the other bed, coming up on her mother from behind.

Ann was so involved in kissing her eldest girl that she was taken by complete surprise when the younger girl suddenly drew up close behind her, reaching around with both hands to lay claim to the older woman's breasts. Gasping, she drew back a little from Kristen, twisting to look back at the girl who was fondling her and was met with twinkling eyes and an impish grin.

Ruth kissed her firmly, her tongue pushing it's way in for a jousting match.

Left breathless and weak in the knees in the aftermath of this dual onslaught from her girls, Ann was concerned with only one thing - getting herself laid as soon as possible. "Please," she whimpered to them softly, urgently, "please take me."

"No," Kristen answered firmly.

Ann looked shocked and horrified. "But . . ."

"Dad will be waiting for you, mom," the girl reminded her. "If you don't go and join him in bed soon, he's going to come looking for you."

"Yes, but . . ."

Ruth agreed with her sister on this. "Don't worry, mom. It's just a little delay. Tomorrow, when he's off playing golf, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other a little better."

Their mother looked as if she was about to cry, but also knew that her daughters were right. There was no way in the world that she wanted Roger to know that she and the girls were playing these kinds of games, after all. This kind of scandal could not just wreck a family but might also see someone end up in jail.

However reluctantly, Ann pulled free of both her daughters and trudged off to the door, not looking back for fear that she would lose the last of her strength and go running back to try to plead her case. 

She pulled the door shut behind her, certain that it would be a good idea as her girls were bound to do some more playing - without her.

"Poor old, mom," Ruth commiserated after she was gone. "That is a woman who desperately needs to get fucked to within an inch of her life."

Kristen agreed. "I think dad might try to help her out with that. When she walks into their bedroom and he sees her dressed up like that, dad is bound to think that she did it for his benefit, you know."

The elder girl pulled back her sheets then in silent invitation, smiling broadly.

Pausing only long enough to pull off her nightshirt, Ruth hurried to take her up on the invitation.

To Be Continued . . .



The Taylor Family Ch. 04



Sunday morning came and once more the girls slept late behind a closed door.

Standing at the door to the garage meanwhile, Ann watched with a wan smile as her husband backed his big sedan out. He had his clubs in the trunk of the car and was on his way out to the course to meet some friends for a few rounds of golf, not expecting to return until some time late in the afternoon.

Quite frankly, Ann was just happy to see him go, knowing that something really special was due to happen once she and her children were alone.

As soon as she saw the garage door start to lower, she immediately put her husband right out of her mind and raced away as fast as her legs could carry her.

Going into the bathroom first, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her face critically. As a middle-aged woman, there was no chance that everything could still be as firm and wrinkle free as they had been when she was in her prime, but she lamented the fact anyway. It was very, very important to her that she should look her best for her girls.

To that end, her hair was carefully styled, her make-up had been applied with a light touch, and just a hint of perfume had been dabbed on, taking a moment to marvel that she was gussying up like this for her own daughters.

Throwing off her all of clothes next, she considered what kind of damage age had done to her. She was a bit more plump than she would have preferred and gravity had made her full breasts sag, making her curse the passing years. She was a little cheered by the fact that she knew she had not totally lost her looks - too many people still stopped and stared for her to believe that - but still she believed her girls deserved better.

Grabbing her bathrobe down from a hook, she slipped it on over her nude body. 

Had she had her preference, she would have put on some sexy lingerie, but that was not possible as she only had one outfit that fit the bill. It had been ages since she'd done much dressing up for her husband and, last night, she'd worn the best of what little she still had for her girls. After they dismissed her though, her husband had seen her in it and just naturally assumed it was for his benefit - especially considering she had been hitting on him earlier in the day. 

As a result, she had been compelled to endure Roger's romantic attentions during the night - a wholly unsatisfying experience that left her without an orgasm. It wasn't that he wasn't a perfectly good lover who had rocked her world plenty of times over the years, but her mind had been decidedly elsewhere last night. Beyond which, sex with Roger had long ago settled into a monotonous routine that neither of them seemed able to break out of and she knew every move he would make, every sound he would utter by heart.

In any case, she would not be able to wear that lingerie again until she had been able to launder it.

But now was not the time to dwell on such things. Determinedly, she dismissed these disappointing memories to focus once more on the here and now and the promise of what was waiting for her upstairs.

She was trembling with excitement, her legs like rubber beneath her as she emerged from the bathroom and made her way up towards the bedrooms. At this point, she had absolutely no qualms with the idea of cheating on her husband and was totally at peace with the idea of committing incest, so her unsteady step spoke not of shame or guilt but only of how anxious she was to love and be loved by the two young women who waited for her.

Ann paused at the top of the stairs for a moment, trying and failing to compose herself, and then looked towards the door to her daughters' bedroom. It was standing wide open now and there were no sounds coming from within, hinting that they were no longer there. Going over to the door, she stuck her head inside and found the room in disarray, but without any trace of either Kristen or Ruth.

So she wouldn't have to wake them up this morning, but where might they have gone?

The first idea was that Ruth and Kristen might have gone after some breakfast, but she discounted the notion. She had just been downstairs, after all, and had not seen or heard either of them in the kitchen or in the dining room. The second idea was that perhaps they were in the upstairs bathroom freshening up, but a glance told her that it's door was wide open, it's lights were off, and there was not a hint of movement from within.

At last, she looked towards her own bedroom speculatively. Could they be waiting for her there?

Without even realizing that she was doing it, she kept her footfalls light and soft as she made her way down to the end of the hall and the bedroom she and her husband had shared for two decades now. She was stopped in the open doorway however, overcome by the sight that was revealed within.

Kristen was on the big queen-sized bed, reclining casually as she waited for her mother and sister to join her there. She was completely nude, artfully posed with her legs apart so that her tender young twat was as much on display as was the swell of her firm bosom. Also delightfully bare was Ruth, who stood next to the door where she had evidently been waiting to greet the older woman. Ann's eyes were drawn to her youngest child's mouth-wateringly ample chest, thoroughly enjoying the way it swung and bounced whenever she made even the slightest of movements.

Ann's heart did some impressive gymnastics as she took in this remarkable view, wondering why she had resisted facing up to her incestuous urges for so long.

"So there you are, mom," Ruth purred, moving in. "We were beginning to think that you'd gotten lost."

"I'm sorry," Ann murmured. "I didn't realize you'd be waiting for me in here."

Her hand on her mother's arm, Ruth pulled her the rest of the way into the bedroom and slipped around behind her. Fingers gently pulled the hair back out of the way and Ann felt warm, sweet breath on her neck and tender kisses that made her skin tingle. The older woman sighed joyously, swooning under her daughter's efforts.

"It's all right," Ruth whispered into her hair, "you're here now."

Reaching around her mother, the girl took hold of the front of her robe and pulled it open wide, completely revealing the nude body within to the young lady waiting on the bed. Ann sagged back into Ruth for a moment, feeling totally exposed.

Society would have proclaimed her passion for her own two children as wicked and deviant, would have decried her as a filthy pervert for lusting after these two girls so desperately, but Ann knew better.

How could anything that felt so wonderfully right possibly be wrong?

As her mother regained her footing, Ruth stepped back just enough to sweep that robe off and toss it aside, then was right back into place, her front pressed firmly into Ann's back. Her arms went around the woman's waist and she hugged her tightly, the both of them thoroughly savoring the experience of having the full length of their bodies crushed together.

Just as they had the previous night, Ruth's hands would eventually rise to lay claim to her mother's heaving breasts. With every bit of the skill she had attained during one afternoon and evening of fondling her sister, the girl stroked and caressed that slightly sagging bosom and something began to catch her attention.

Her mother's nipples were large and a pale red, already hard enough to put someone's eye out. However, the thing was that whenever the girl's hands came anywhere near them, her mother would tense up and let out a hoarse, yelping cry.

"Why, mother, dear," she inquired softly, a smirk forming on her face, "are your nipples really that sensitive?"

Trembling and moaning under her daughter's ministrations, Ann could not answer save to grunt out an, "Uh-huh."

Ruth ran her hands slowly down the slope of her breasts, making no effort at all to disguise where she was heading, and so naturally Ann braced herself as she imagined that a lot of attention was about to be paid to her teats. Even so, what Ruth did would catch her completely off guard and very nearly bring her to orgasm.

Catching hold of those oh, so sensitive nipples between her fingers, Ruth lifted. The nipples were stretched as they took virtually the entire weight of each breast, the generously sized orbs swinging and jiggling as the teen made them gently bounce and jiggle for good measure. Ann went into sensory overload at the delirious mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through her, but her youngest child had no mercy for her.

"Oh, God, yes, Ruthie!" Ann squealed, choking on the words. "Oh, yes!"

From where she still reclined on the bed, waiting impatiently for the other two women to come and join her, Kristen watched this highly erotic but surreal scene unfold. 

Who would have thought that her mother was so hot?! She had looked awfully good last night in that lingerie, but she looked fantastic naked. Oh, she was not blind to what the passing years had done to her, but she believed that it only made her mother that much more beautiful. She wondered how she could have lived in such close quarters with them for so many years and been so blind to how incredibly sexy these two women were. It was quite a conundrum, but she thanked heaven above that her eyes were opened at last.

Kristen slid off the bed and stood up. If they weren't going to come and join her, she would just have to join the two of them. Her mother's eyes were riveted to her from the moment she rose, watching as she drew closer and closer, soaking in every last detail. She noted that Ruth was also watching, a smirk on her face.

"Finally decided to get in on the fun?"

"I was under the impression you two were going to jump into bed with me," answered Kristen with her very best pout, "so we could all have fun. Instead, you're trying to keep mom all to yourself!"

"I'm willing to share, but these boobs are mine right now." Ruth gave her mother's dangling breasts another shake, eliciting a shuddering moan from her. "Maybe you can find something else to play with . . .?"

It was obvious what Ruth was hinting at and Kristen's eyes involuntarily dropped to that area between their mother's legs. Ann got the hint as well and let out a pleading cry when she saw her eldest girl's eyes lower. She shifted her weight quickly, opening up her stance to better expose her already swampy cunt.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Ann sighed. "Please . . ."

Edging a little closer, Kristen rested one hand on the older woman's hip and sent the other one probing down between her legs. A shout emerged from Ann's lips when she felt her daughter touch her there and it took another mighty effort to avoid cumming prematurely, but Kristen only grazed the dewy, swollen lips with her fingertips in the end. 

Raising her hand, Kristen was careful to show it to the older woman, who stared with wide eyes at the droplets that clung to the fingers. With a soft smile, the teen then brought those fingers to her own lips and had a taste. "Mmmm! Yummy."

With both girls teasing, tantalizing, and tormenting her now, Ann almost lost control yet again. Breathing hard, her heart threatening to pound it's way right through her chest, she was by now grunting and groaning and shaking all over. Determinedly, she tamped down the flames, but knew that she would not be able to survive much more of this.

It was at that point that Ruth chose to release the nipples she had been holding all this time, allowing her mother's breasts to drop back down. She did this as a favor to her sister as it would let Ann focus her full attention on what Kristen was doing down there between her legs. She did this as a favor to her mother as well as it was becoming increasingly clear that she might not be able to stay on her feet. Ruth wrapped her arms around Ann and held her tight, lending her some needed support.

Ann found herself imprisoned in the arms of her youngest child, her arms pinned to her sides. She could feel Ruth's bosom pressing into her back, her young twat bumping against her bottom, her hot breath gusting across her neck and shoulder. The added sensation of a wet kiss against her overheated flesh, of teeth grazing slowly across the skin, had her writhing and squirming against the girl, enjoying the feel of Ruth's secretions being smeared all over her ass.

Kristen lowered that hand again, pressing her palm flat to her mother's belly and sending it slowly, inexorably downwards. 

Ann was panting so hard it was a wonder she didn't hyperventilate by the time the girl's hand cupped her mound firmly, but the sensation of a long finger sinking deep into her boiling depths was finally too much for her to withstand.

Her eyes rolling back, Ann let her head drop backwards onto Ruth's shoulder as she endured a savage convulsion, orgasm finally claiming her. She wanted to cry out, to scream loud enough to shatter glass, but found it impossible when she couldn't even catch her breath. Jerking and twitching, gasping and straining, she was consumed by nothing less than pure and undiluted ecstacy. 

Ruth held onto this bucking bronco, bound and determined that she was not going to lose her, and breathed a sigh of relief when the explosion finally started to subside.

Weak and spent, feeling as limp as a rag doll, Ann let her head fall forward in the slow-cooling aftermath. She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks, but these were tears of absolute and undiluted joy, not saddness.

She was barely aware of it when the hand left her hip, Kristen cupping her mother's chin to raise her face once more. With a weak but very happy smile, she gazed at the girl with a look of utter adoration.

Her eyes dancing, Kristen leaned in and kissed her mother's lips.

Down below however, her hand started to move again, another finger joining the first inside. Without giving Ann a chance to fully recover from that first awe-inspiring climax, she started to fuck her with her hand - those probing fingers thrusting deep into her twat while her palm rubbed against her aroused and erect clitoris.

Kristen closed the distance between herself and the other two, embracing them both while never letting up on her mother's juicy cunt. Beyond the joy of holding them close at such an intimate moment, she also recognized that Ruth's strength was not unlimited and she might need some help to keep their mother upright.

Sandwiched between her two daughters, her pussy being thoroughly worked over, Ann came very quickly this time.

And this orgasm was one for the history books.

When it finally started to die back down, Ann was allowed to sag down to the carpet, dropping gently to rest for a moment on her hands and knees. The two teens standing over her came together for a long, passionate kiss in the meantime, celebrating what they had just done to their mother.

Catching her big sister's hand, Ruth pulled it to her own lips to hungrily clean off every last trace of Ann's juices. A soft, breathless whine rose from somewhere down below as their mother watched them closely, unable yet to find the strength to move.

With arms draped around each other's middle, the two teens then headed over to climb into the bed without so much as a single glance back at the pile of flesh they were leaving behind. In their parent's bed, they indulged in a little kissing and groping while making a point of not paying any attention at all to their mother.

Finally, Kristen looked to the door and saw that the older woman was still right where they had left her. "Really, mom," she scolded, cuddling her sister, "are you going to sit there all day?"

"Yeah!" Ruth agreed. "Didn't you want to play with us anymore?"

Determinedly calling up every last ounce of strength and will power she could muster, Ann climbed awkwardly to her feet, stood swaying for just a moment, and then came lurching towards the bed and the two teenagers.

* * *

With her head down and resting on her crossed arms, Kristen had her eyes closed, a dreamy little smile on her face and a pillow under her hips.

Behind her, Ann was devotedly working on the girl's elevated butt.

Roger had tried to get her to try anal sex with him a number of times over the course of their marriage, but she had always refused. It just seemed so nasty, even disgusting to do anything with that place poop comes from, after all. When her girls wanted to get anal with her, however, she hadn't even thought of trying to talk them out of it, too.

If she could so willingly betray her own husband, if she could so eagerly indulge in incest with both of her children, why should a butt hold any fear from her? 

As she worked, her tongue stroking and caressing, darting and stabbing, she was amazed to discover that she rather enjoyed the work. Her daughter kept herself clean and so the smell wasn't bad, their was no nasty taste, and she was being rewarded with a lot of happy noises from Kristen.

She was enjoying herself so much, in fact, that she suddenly chose to do something wild and new. Using her hands to spread apart the girl's cheeks and her thumbs to open up the puckered sphincter, she actually sent her tongue probing up inside.

The response from Kristen was electric and overwhelmingly positive. Reaching back between her own legs with one hand, the girl stroked her own pussy with one, then two fingers until she had a very nice orgasm.

Delighted with her success, Ann rounded on Ruth immediately, catching her by surprise and pulling her down. "Your turn, baby! Let me do you, too!" 

Always open to new experiences, the young woman just smiled and rolled over onto her belly.

* * *

Standing there as if frozen to the spot, Kristen could only watch in wide-eyed wonder and wonder how exactly the bed was surviving this.

With her mother and little sister atop it, facing each other but leaning back on their elbows, their legs scissored together so that their burning twats could come together, the two women were bumping and grinding against each other so hard that they were making the whole bed bounce and shake violently. Ruth's hands were like claws, digging into not merely the sheets but apparently the mattress beneath for purchase, while Ann was clutching and clawing at the headboard so fiercely that it was hard to believe that she wasn't leaving scratches and gouge marks.

How could that old bed be standing up to all of this abuse, Kristen wondered to herself. How was it possible that it hadn't already come flying apart?

And to think, all of this started when her mother happened to wonder aloud just how it was that her two daughters became lovers . . .

Her teeth clenched, Ruth was almost growling as she worked her pussy against her mother's, using every last erg of the strength and stamina she had built up over a lifetime of amateur athletics. Ann, meanwhile, was a wild and wanton animal, gasping and grunting breathlessly as she pushed and shoved herself against her daughter. 

Watching the couple go, certain that they were going to spontaneously combust from all of the friction, Kristen thought they looked like they were in heat. It was a beautiful sight, indeed.

With a hoarse cry, Ann suddenly came surging up to a more upright position, her hands reaching out for her youngest child but grabbing nothing but air. Convulsive shudders coursed through the woman for what seemed like an eternity, but then she crashed bonelessly back to the bed and was deathly still.

To the watching girl, it looked like she had just had either a very big orgasm or a heart attack.

Ruth continued on, grinding against her sprawled mother for a few moments more until she too came, throwing her head back to let out a keening wail. She would fall back in the aftermath, going just as still as the older woman.

Holding a hand out over the women's still conjoined body parts to feel the waves of heat rising from their superheated flesh, Kristen could have sworn that she heard the bed sigh in relief as the abuse finally came to an end.




The Taylor Family Ch. 04



Well, a temporary end, anyway.

Kristen hadn't had her turn at this with mom yet, after all.

* * *

It was the sort of scene that normally only happens in pornography, certainly not the kind of thing anyone would expect to find occurring in a quiet suburban neighborhood in real life, but the fact remained that it actually was happening in this one.

And it was a scene that no reasonably objective observer could have possibly described as anything less than delicious, beautiful, and erotic.

Lying sprawled on her back across her own bed, Ann found herself in a position she had never imagined that she would ever be in, but one from which she never wanted to stir.

To begin with, there was a teenaged girl sitting on her face. Kristen had straddled her without a moment's hesitation and demanded that she start eating and not stop. Ann was naturally only too happy to do so and dove in with great relish, but the girl made a point of rubbing her pussy all over the older woman's face so that she was quite quickly bathed in the fluids spilling out of her. Ann had tried to reach up at one point to hold onto her daughter's thighs or, even better, to grab her butt or boobs, but Kristen had put an end to that idea, catching her hands and pinning them down to the mattress.

Meanwhile, Ruth had taken up residency between her mother's widely spread legs. With a pillow under the older woman's ass to make it easier to reach the bits she was interested in, this second daughter had managed to drive two fingers of one hand into her mother's butt and was pumping them in and out while at the same time lashing at the exposed clitoris with her tongue.

As if this wasn't enough, she had also managed to push her other hand all the way up to the wrist into her mother's cunt and was giving her a good, sound fisting. It had admittedly been a little difficult to get in there as she'd never done it before and had no idea how to pull it off, but she'd succeeded in the end through sheer grit and determination.

Her baby's trial and error efforts down there had caused Ann more than a little discomfort at times, but she absolutely refused to complain. Not that she could anyway with the other girl sitting on her face like this. She knew in her heart that Ruth would quickly become an expert at it as she meant to offer her plenty of chances to get in some practice.

Almost reduced to a mindless fuck toy by her demanding daughters, Ann ignored all distractions and just did her very best to keep one of her daughter's cumming while the other kept her cumming. 

* * *

Reclining comfortably on a pile of pillows, Ann was smiling so broadly that it made her cheeks ache just a little.

After all of the wild passion that had taken place in this room today, all three women seemed to have decided it was time for things to calm down just a little, to allow them all to catch their breath. That was just fine with Ann, but she knew that it was but a momentary respite at best. Soon enough, they would be wearing her down to a frazzle again, but that too was just fine with her.

Anything her girls wanted . . .

At the moment, they were snuggled up cozily on either side of her, each laying claim to a boob. Mostly, they were just resting their heads on those plump pillows, running hands over them slowly but ceaselessly, but occasionally one or the other would suck a teat into her mouth and do a little nursing.

As much as she enjoyed being ravished by these two angels, as much as she craved their delectable young bodies, as much as she needed them to use and abuse her, Ann could not deny that she savored a quiet, intimate moment like this.

"I love you girls. I love you both so much." Her voice was a bit raw from all of the ecstatic cries she had let loose, but the sentiment was perfectly genuine.

"Love you, too," Ruth immediately responded in soft tones, tracing her finger lightly around one of the older woman's areolae. 

"Yeah," Kristen affirmed heartily. "It's going to be pretty interesting around here from now on."

"We'll have to be careful," Ann cautioned. "I don't suspect your father would be happy to learn about all of this. An unfaithful wife, daughters who are so sexually active, homosexuality and incest! It's a whole lot to have to deal with. He'll probably call us all perverts and leave us forever!"

"Really? You don't think he might eventually come around?" Ruth inquired. "I mean, he is a guy, after all. You don't think he'd get off on being able to watch a bunch of real live lesbian play right here in his own home? I would have thought that, once he was over the shock, he'd be begging to join in on all of this family togetherness."

"I really don't think so, dear. Your father's pretty straight laced."

"Besides, I'm not sure I'd want to have sex with dad," Kristen chimed in.

Ruth snorted. "Oh, please, Kris. You're just scared of how much it'll hurt when you lose your cherry."

"Well, yeah!" The other teen did not even think of denying it. Her more sexually active friends had filled her head with all kinds of horror stories of what happens when clumsy and over-anxious boys finally got into their pants and she was scared to death of it, but that wasn't what she said out loud. "It's not like I had the good sense to lose mine as a child, like you did."

Ruth said nothing, not really wanting to think right now about how she had accidentally broken her hymen while playing some rough and tumble game as a little girl. It didn't make her any less a virgin with men than her sister was.

The silence lengthened and started to grow uncomfortable, so all three women chose to forget about Roger and how he might react to all of this for the time being, instead refocusing their attention on enjoying this interlude.

Raising her head suddenly, Kristen announced, "We need to do some shopping!"

Ruth giggled. "Do you mean to say that the three of us are naked and wrapped up in each other like this, we've just spent a whole day fucking each other's brains out, and what you're thinking of right now is going shopping?"

"But there's so much stuff we need, Ruthie! Mom hardly has any lingerie at all and you and I don't have any! We could all use a new wardrobe. We could also get some better make-up and hair care stuff. Then there's all the toys we could get! Just think how much fun it would be to screw each other with of one those great big dildos you can wear! But then we'll also need some lubes and . . ."

"Considering how much fun we've been having today even without all of that . . ."

"It'll be even more fun with it! We'll have so many more options when it comes to fooling around. We'll go shopping tomorrow!"

"Right after school?"

"No, instead of school. That way we'll have plenty of time to find everything we need and can get it all back home and out of sight before dad comes home from work. If we hurry, we might even have time to try some of it out . . ."

Ann's motherly instincts came into play. "No, sweetheart. Tomorrow's Monday and you have to go to school. Getting a good education is very important and . . ." Her voice trailed off as she cringed under her oldest child's glare, her will power wilting rapidly. 

"All right, honey," she conceded at length. "Just this once, I'll call you two in sick in the morning and we'll go do some shopping."

"Yay!"

* * *

When it came to deciding on a sort of grande finale to this wild and wonderful day of wicked fun, the three women knew what they would do.

Arranged in a sort of triangle atop the bed, each of them had their head in between one of the other's thighs in a sort of endless chain. Their bodies rocking gently, they were using mouths and fingers to very good effect. Kristen was eating her mother, Ann was eating Ruth, Ruth was eating her sister, and a good time was being had by all.

What made it all the more special for the threesome was that somehow or other they managed to achieve the impossible feat of a simultaneous orgasm.

* * *

Though her gait was a bit awkward after all of the attention that had been paid to her nether regions over the last couple of days, Ruth came down the stairs and headed for the kitchen.

Feeling very tired, but deliriously happy after that marathon bout of sex up in her parent's bedroom, she had wandered downstairs in search of something to drink. Considering all of the juices she had consumed this day, she couldn't imagine why she should feel so dehydrated, but there it was. 

Grabbing a plastic cup down from the shelf, she filled it with water from the faucet and had a sip.

Even though she knew that they were alone in the house and despite the fact that she had just finished having a lot of sex with everyone who was there, Ruth just could not imagine wandering around the house in the nude. She had paused before coming down to at least put on a comfortable pair of old cut-off's, but now was pondering on the wisdom of that idea as the denim rubbed roughly against places that were already red and raw.

They were simply going to have to limit these all day fuck sessions, she reflected, and not have them every single time dad went somewhere. They might be endlessly fun, but she had dealt with enough athletic injuries in the past to know that she was going to be feeling this for some time to come. She was sore all over, maybe even bruised, and could hardly walk in a straight line.

At least she didn't have to go to school tomorrow and face questions from Charlie and the rest of her friends. She figured she'd likely be able to walk well enough by Tuesday that nobody would notice, but she found herself dreading having to walk around a bunch of stores tomorrow. Kristen was firm in that all three of them should go though as she didn't want to waste time and money on lingerie that didn't fit and toys they would never use.

Her mother and sister were upstairs now, but the frolics were over. With only a couple of hours left before they expected dad to come home from his day of golfing, it had been decided that they should go ahead and wrap things up. The master bedroom was getting a thorough cleaning and being aired out and freshened up, but as they believed they still had lots of time, they were in no hurry about it.

Ruth smiled to herself, thinking they were probably also grousing about her not being up there to help them. 

They meant to get themselves cleaned up afterward and she knew that her mother was keen to share a shower with one or more probably both of their daughters. Ruth had to agree that the idea of having some slippery, soapy fun in a steamy shower had it's merits, but chose instead to go along with Kristen's decision that they should go separately.

The idea was to get cleaned up after all, not just to find some new place to get down and dirty.

She was taking another sip of water when she noticed the flash of sunlight reflecting off something. What she saw when she turned to look made her gag on the water and drop the cup.

Her father's car was pulling into the garage! She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts, so focused on everything that had just happened to her, that she had not even heard the garage door come rumbling up to admit it. It would be mere moments before he got out of the vehicle, retrieved his clubs from the trunk, and came inside!

Sprinting to the bottom of the stairs, she shouted up, "Look out! Dad's home!" The resounding sounds of crashes, running feet, and raised voices told her that her warning had been heard. 

They were rushing to get the bedroom back into some semblance of order, to do something about the pervasive stench of sweat and sex, and put some clothes on, but they could not move at light speed. Going back to the window and looking out, Ruth could see her father as he paused a moment to lower the garage door again and knew they were not going to make it.

She had to delay him somehow! But how? The thought of locking the door occurred to her, but obviously he had a key and she didn't think that would give them enough time. She could go out there and try to block his entry, perhaps by engaging him in conversation about something, but how to explain the fact that she was apparently running around the house with hardly any clothes on?

Seeing him turn and head towards the door again, Ruth made her hasty decision.

It was time to test her mom's idea that dad would be appalled by the very thought of incest, but without giving away everything that had been happening behind his back.

Going to the door, she threw it open and launched herself into the garage, meeting him a little less than halfway and blocking his progress. His eyes were understandably huge as he took in his pretty eighteen year old daughter topless and bare footed and his mouth worked for some time before any words managed to escape.

"Ruthie?! What on earth . . ."

The girl did not stop to offer an explanation, however. "I'm so sorry about this, dad," she said as she rushed him, "but I've always wanted to try this with you." The only way to justify her partial nudity, she had guessed, was to make him think it was for his benefit. "This seemed like the perfect time to do this too since mom and Kris are busy doing some spring cleaning right now, so they won't come down and catch us." She was pretty proud of this part of her tall tale even though it wasn't spring since it would justify any changes he might note in his bedroom and also reassure him that no one would see them together like this.

While he was processing all of this, almost mesmerized by the sight of his youngest daughter's bouncing, swinging breasts, she dropped to her knees in front of him and hurriedly pulled open the front of his pants. Before he knew what was happening, before he could recover from the shock of what he was seeing and hearing, she had already fished out his cock and scooped out his balls.

There was an expression of surprise on Ruth's face for a moment or two as she found herself more than a little impressed with how well her father was hung. This was the first one she had ever seen in the flesh, much less touched, but she didn't need to be told that he wasn't small.

"Oh, my God, Ruthie!" Roger managed to gasp out. "You can't . . ."

Before he could finish the sentence, she had. Stroking and caressing her father's manhood with both hands, she leaned in to take the bulbous head into her mouth. 

There was every chance that he might pull away still and try to escape her forbidden attentions. It would certainly be the proper thing for him to do and, according to her mother at least, the thing most likely that he would do. However, she was to find that it was her own idea that a guy would not refuse something like this even when it came from his own daughter that would be born out today.

Not only did he remain in place and let her do as she liked, not only did he get larger and harder in her mouth very quickly, but he also dropped one hand onto the back of her head. "Oh, dear God, Ruthie. I can't believe you're doing this. This is so wrong! If anybody ever found out that you had done this . . ."

Given all the noise her father was soon making, Ruth had to believe that she was at the very least reasonably good at this. She was glad of that as she had certainly never done it before and didn't want to ruin everything by doing a shoddy job of it. 

Groaning breathlessly, Roger was soon trying to urge her to take more of him into her mouth, humping his hips forward just a bit and gently trying to pull her head closer to his crotch. There was nothing forceful about it, he was just trying to let her know what he wanted. She understood and accommodated him, more and more of his shaft disappearing between her lips. He thanked her with a long, low moan.

With her head bobbing back and forth on his cock, her tongue lavishing a great deal of attention on every inch, one hand stroking the rod when it emerged from her mouth and the other fondling the scrotum below, Roger hadn't felt anything this good in a very long time. He certainly couldn't remember the last time his wife put even half as much effort into something like this.

Looking down, still awestruck by the incredible, unbelievable sight of his own daughter worshiping his cock, Roger couldn't help but notice the big breasts swinging and swaying down there. Without even thinking about it, he reached down with his free hand to caress one of them. He marveled at the heat and texture of the flesh, the hard points that were the nipples, and indulged himself in a lot of groping.

Ruth didn't mind a bit, finding she liked the feel of his large, rough hand moving over her bare skin. 

The young girl tried her best to make this last as long as possible - the point was to give her mother and sister all the time they needed to hide the evidence, after all. Between her determination not to rush things, his efforts to prolong his pleasure by making this last, and to some extent perhaps her inexperience, she was pretty successful at this as well.

It could not go on forever, however.

Ruth picked up immediately on the clues that her father was about to climax and found herself faced with a dilemma.

Several of the girls she hung out with were much more experienced sexually than she was and the topic of guy's cum had come up more than once in their discussions. About half said that it wasn't fit for human consumption and would never, ever swallow the stuff. The other half admitted that it wasn't exactly gourmet cooking, but that it wasn't bad at all, adding that they loved the effect it had on their boyfriends when they swallowed. With opinion so evenly split, Ruth realized that she would just have to try it and see for herself.

With a throaty groan, his whole body shuddering violently, Roger had a powerful orgasm and provided his little girl with plenty of cum to sample.

He sagged back against the side of his car in the aftermath, watching closely as Ruth gulped down the mouthful, scooping up the spillage with a finger and popping that into her mouth as well. 

"Mmmm," she purred, her eyes rising to meet his. "Delicious." 

To her amazement, he seemed to start getting hard again! At his age, weren't men only supposed to be able to get it up once in a while? Well, she made up her mind that she wasn't going to blow him again right now. She had to believe that she had given Kristen and her mother plenty of time to get everything done upstairs.

Jumping back up to her feet, she took off like a shot for the door. "Thanks, dad!"

He reached out to catch her arm as she raced away, but missed. "Um, Ruthie, honey? I really think we need to talk about this . . ."

"No time," she called back. "Gotta go or someone will catch us!"

Roger could only let out a heavy sigh as his little girl vanished from sight and set to work stuffing himself back into his pants.

To Be Continued . . .



The Taylor Family Ch. 05



As the car backed slowly out of the driveway that Sunday night, her father looking back to make sure he didn't plow into anything, only Ruth noticed the face in the window watching as they departed.

The teenager resisted the urge to wave, but did allow her sister a grin.

She and Kristen had been fortunate enough to get away with the crime they had committed today, their father never once suspecting that his family had just spent the day having wild and unrestrained sex. They had made every effort to cover up their incestuous antics to be sure, but Ruth knew that the distraction she had given him in the garage had also played a part in keeping her dad oblivious.

Ruth had immediately confessed to her sister how she had dallied with their father in the garage. She remembered with some amusement how shocked the older girl had been when she learned that she had sucked their dad off. The one thing that had stunned Kristen even more was that their father had actually let her do it! Kristen had spent quite some time pestering her sister for every last detail.

The eighteen year old noticed how her older sister's face disappeared just as soon as the garage door started to close, looking away so that her father wouldn't see her smile. She didn't have to be told that Kristen was heading back to have a little more fun with their mother. She almost felt sorry for poor old mom.

Indeed, Ruth had promised to try to give them some warning on her return to make absolutely sure that their dad would once again fail to catch them red-handed.

Of course, after a shocking event like getting blown by his own daughter, it was really only a matter of time before her father found some way to get Ruth alone for a little while either to ask her not to do that again, or instead to beg her to do it again. Ruth had guessed he would need a day or two to process what happened before he was ready to have that kind of conversation, but that had been a misjudgement.

In fact, it had been only a handful of hours after his return from the golf course before he pitched his idea.

Trying hard to make it seem like it was something that had just occurred to him, Roger had suddenly announced that he needed to do some shopping. His office was going to sponsor a little league team, he claimed, and one of his bosses had asked him to look into how much baseball gear costs these days. Since he only watched sports on the television and didn't play them himself, Roger had asked his youngest daughter to come with him to the local sporting goods store to help him find the best equipment possible for the kids.

Giving him a knowing smile to let him know that she knew it was all a tall tale, she had quietly agreed.

Now, as she and her father hurtled down the street, she could only sit tight and wait to hear what he would have to say.

* * *

Bending down, Ann examined the tupperware containers that populated her fridge, trying to figure out what was in each of them. After the kind of day she had just had, she simply didn't have the strength to cook a whole new meal and meant to serve leftovers for dinner tonight.

A hand smoothly gliding over her ass made her jump in surprise, banging her head and nearly dislodging an entire shelf worth of food.

"Sorry about that, mom," Kristen told her, wincing sympathetically. "But never mind dinner right now, okay? Let's go play some more."

The older woman straightened up, turning to face her eldest girl while rubbing her bruised head. "But, honey," she protested, "they shouldn't be gone for long. We don't want to start something we can't finish, do we?"

That brought a little smile to the teenager's lips. Though she had no way of knowing for sure exactly what would happen between her sister and father, she expected that he would end up begging her to let him fuck her. She'd been on a lot of dates with octopuses who didn't want to take no for an answer and it looked like her father was just as much a guy as any other man was.

She couldn't tell her mother any of that, though. She and Ruth had already agreed that they would not let the older woman in on what happened in the garage just yet. 

If dad was as freaked out by the thought of incest as his wife imagined he would be, the matter would be forgotten and their mom would never even know it happened. On the other hand, if he wanted to pursue a little family fun with his youngest daughter, or if he proved amenable to the notion of taboo sex with the entire family, then a very different response was called for.

"Don't worry about that, mom," Kristen said. "I have a feeling they are going to be a while."

"But, honey," Ann persisted, "we haven't eaten anything but pussy all day! Aren't you hungry? I'm starving."

"So, we'll order a pizza or something later," the teenager answered dismissively.

"But . . ."

Kristen groaned in frustration. If her mother wasn't going to listen to reason, a different form of persuasion would be needed. Grabbing hold of the front of her mother's jeans, she marched off across the house dragging the stumbling woman along behind her.

"KRISTEN MARIE TAYLOR!"

* * *

It was a fall evening, the darkness unbroken even by the light of the moon thanks to a heavy overcast of low hanging clouds.

The local office supply store always closed early on Sunday and so it's parking lot was now almost clear of cars, it's scattering of lamps were dark, and there was no one around to witness whatever was about to happen in the four door sedan that had just arrived, gliding to a stop in one of the spaces. The engine was shut off and the night became still again save for the creaking and popping of a hot engine slowly cooling down.

The automobile's interior was dark to be sure, but the faces of the car's two occupants were softly lit by the dim light cast by distant buildings and the busy streets. The effect was actually quite a romantic one.

Ruth looked to the man sitting behind the steering wheel, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I thought we were going to the sporting goods store, dad?"

He didn't answer at first, gripping the wheel tightly with both hands and staring straight ahead, breathing deeply. He could still hardly believe that his teenaged daughter had done what she had just a couple of hours ago in the garage, his mind whirling and spinning as he tried to make the right decision about what to do about it.

"I think you know that I made all of that up, Ruthie," he would finally tell her, his voice sounding a little hoarse. "We urgently need to talk about what you did to me this afternoon."

Her smile grew a little at his choice of words. "You didn't like it?"

"I did like it," he breathed, determined to be nothing but honest with his little girl during this oh, so important conversation. "I can't tell you how much I liked it."

"Well then?"

Roger let go of the wheel when he heard it creaking, concerned that he was gripping it so hard that it might actually snap. He tried to just put his hands in his lap, but was too wound up right now to keep them still and so he clasped them tightly and hoped his daughter couldn't see how they trembled in the gloom.

Finally, he looked at her and started speaking.

"Honey, I need to make sure you understand just how serious what you did is. Girls your age should not be having sex with anybody. You just don't understand how easy it is to catch one of those sexually transmitted diseases, plus there's the very real chance that you might end up pregnant! It's just foolish and stupid to put your future at risk for the sake of a few moments of pleasure. 

"It's also incredibly dangerous to be having sex with someone in your own family. That's incest, honey! Trust me, nine tenths of the people in this world would call us both disgusting perverts because of what happened between us in the garage. They'd call the cops, lock us up in a psycho ward, and we'd never be able to see each other again. Can you imagine what your mother and sister would say if they ever found out? Something like this could actually break up a family."

As she sought for a way to answer him, Ruth knew better than to mention that her mother and sister might not actually be so upset over the idea of incest considering that she had spent the last couple of days having sex with them both. If he was really going to get all bent out of shape over a little . . . family fun, then it would be better not to mention just how much fun the rest of them were having.

On the other hand, if he was saying that he didn't want to have anything more to do with her sexually, she wasn't sure that she was going to be willing to take no for an answer.

Just as her big sister took after their mother by being into all things girly, Ruth was following in her father's footsteps by being interested in all things athletic and, as a result, there had always been a special kind of bond between the two of them. She was not looking forward to putting that relationship at perpetual risk by running around behind his back, sleeping with his wife and other daughter. 

With the two of them getting along so well together, with her dad still what any objective observer would consider a reasonably good looking man, and with her memory of how well hung he was still fresh, she was loath to let him put an end to their burgeoning affair.

When she finally answered him, she opted to tell him the truth - just not all of it. "Don't worry, daddy. I'm not having sex with any boys."

"Good, good."

The girl watched him carefully - certain that he believed her, but noticing that he still remained as tense as ever. 

He went silent again for a few moments, debating something with himself fiercely. There was more that he wanted to tell her, but he was absolutely certain that doing so would be a huge mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. Even so, there was no stopping the words now came spilling out of him.

Clearing his throat nervously and looking away again, he eventually told her, "I love your mother, honey. I love her every bit as much today as I did on the day I married her. I'm convinced that she loves me, too. I just want to make sure that you understand that. 

"Even so, things aren't great between your mother and me right now, dear. Like I said, we still love each other and I'm not trying to say that we might be getting a divorce or anything, but your mother and I aren't as intimate with each other as we should be. We're both at fault over this, but sometimes it feels like we're just roommates or friends or something, not husband and wife. We hardly ever have sex anymore either, and when we do it's nothing to write home about. Our lovemaking has become dull . . . routine."

"I'm sorry to hear that, daddy." 

He didn't respond to her sincere statement, the words still rushing out of his mouth. "I just want you to know that I consider it a huge compliment that you might have wanted to do something like that with me. You're a wonderful person and a very beautiful young woman, after all. With things so . . . awkward between your mother and I right now, I can't even begin to tell you how tempting it was to try to pursue this with you . . . no matter how weird and perverse it was."

Roger was kicking himself as he kept right on talking, wondering why he couldn't shut up. "I mean, it's a pretty wild and sexy fantasy to think about you and I together, isn't it? I mean, it's not every day that a fabulous babe like you comes on to an old guy like me and I'll never forget the sight of that wonderful rack of your's bouncing and swaying and I just cannot say enough about what a great BJ you gave me . . ."

Clenching his teeth, he finally managed to shut his babbling mouth only then, looking away with a fiercely burning face. 

A small smile touched Ruth's lips. She was certain now that everything would be fine.

"Well," Roger said at length, "now that we know we won't be having sex," a cringe appeared at how he'd just put that, "why don't we go back home?" 

He reached for the key to get the car's engine started again, but her hand darted out to catch him by the wrist.

* * *

Ann found herself completely helpless - utterly at the mercy of her own daughter.

The middle-aged woman had been placed on Kristen's bed this time as the two women were not looking forward to another rushed, last-minute clean up. Given that they had no idea when Roger and Ruth might come home and that he never came into the girl's bedroom in order to give them so privacy, it just seemed so much safer to play in here.

Standing beside the bed with her arms crossed, Kristen considered the older woman with a pleased smile.

Ann was sitting up against some pillows with her arms stretched out to either side. Her long legs had not been tied down, but were splayed out in front of her. The shirt she'd been wearing only since her husband got home was now pushed up to her chest, revealing her heavy breasts. The slacks and underpants she had seemingly just finished putting on had now vanished, leaving her twat fully exposed.

Though she was happy that her little girl was pleased, Ann was also a bit troubled. It felt kind of odd to be sharing an intimate moment with just one of her girls. She was so used to thinking of them as a team that it worried her a little to spend time with just one of her girls.

She certainly hoped Ruth didn't feel like they'd cheated on her when she came back and found out about this.

"Now then," Kristen finally said, "what am I going to do with you?" She was about to join her mother on the bed when something on the dressing table happened to catch her attention. 

It was her very best brush - the same one she had been using to get ready for a date just before that first wrestling match with her sister got so out of control and launched them into this incestuous lifestyle. An evil grin appeared on her face as a scheme occurred to her and Kristen paused long enough to collect the brush before finally coming to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Ann saw all of this and was even more worried. What did her little girl have in mind for that brush? Was she going to fuck her with the handle? Ann even wondered if she might actually be thanking of spanking her with it! Her butt was unavailable because of how she was arranged right now, but there were plenty of other places she might decide to whack.

Her mother's face was an open book to Kristen and she could see the apprehensiveness, but she did not want to let the older woman in on everything that was in store for her just yet. The teen decided to calm her down with a demonstration, rather than an explanation.

Taking the brush by the handle, she ran it's bristles in slow circles over the back of her hand with a smile on her face, demonstrating just how soft they were. Ann just watched all of this with wide eyes, uncertain.

The brush was then raised towards the older woman's face, Kristen letting the bristles caress her mother's cheek ever so lightly. 

Ann let out a soft sigh, reassured and not just enjoying the tickling touch, but actually leaning into it. As the brush moved in slow, deliberate patterns over her cheeks and neck, she raised her chin a little to make sure it could roam wherever it liked. 

Pleased with her success, Kristen did not keep the brush there for too long, though. Lowering it to the other woman's heaving bosom, she now worked those bristles over almost all of those drooping spheres. She made a point of ignoring the fat nipples for the time being though, remembering how sensitive they were and watching as they grew harder and harder from the caressing alone.

For Ann, the ticklish feeling had developed now into a tingling one and she arched her back needily, pushing her breasts out to receive her daughter's attentions. Her eyes were drifting closed and little shivers raced through her as the pleasure swamped her senses, deep moans of delight rumbling up her throat.

"Yes, Kris," she whimpered, shifting her shoulders as she actually tried to make her breasts move so that the aching nipples would end up under the brush. "Oh, God, yes, baby . . ."

Only know did Kristen let the brush work it's magic on her mother's teats. The effect this had on Ann was immediate and overwhelming.

As the bristles made a pass over one diamond hard nipple and then the other, Ann let out a hoarse, choked cry. It was an orgasm, one that swept in so suddenly and intensely that it surprised both mother and daughter. She jerked so wildly as she came, bouncing against the pillows behind her, that the headboard rocked and threatened to tear loose from the bed.

Though caught by surprise, Kristen still had the presence of mind to keep working the brush on those nipples, trying hard to help her mother along by making this climax last just as long as possible.

Slowly and a bit unwillingly, Ann started to come down from her orgasmic high.

Her eyes dancing and her grin bigger than ever, Kristen now abandoned those boobs and started brushing her way gently down her mother's belly, making no secret of where she was heading.

Breathing hard, Ann bit her bottom lip and waited excitedly for what was coming.

* * *

Ruth had closed the distance between herself and her father without a moment's hesitation.

Pressing the length of her body into his, the aroma of his manly cologne filling her nostrils, the teenager soon decided that she liked the feel of a masculine frame almost as much as a feminine one. Looking up at him through her lashes, a small smile raising the corners of her lips, she pulled the hand she still held down to her lap, placing it on her thigh perilously close to her crotch.

His eyes were huge and wondering. "Ruthie . . ." She would never know what he'd meant to say. 

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his ever so lightly in a tentative, exploratory kiss, her eyes half closing. Their lips lingered against each other and whispered moans made their way up from the backs of their throats, this first kiss igniting all kinds of fires within them both.

It was she who eventually broke the kiss, drawing her head a little back again. He followed after her instantly, his lips returning to hers as if drawn by some irresistible force. This second kiss was even longer than the first, firmer, and even more arousing. It was joined by some movement down below as well as that hand on her thigh slid down between her legs, firmly griping the inside of her thigh.

Though he had not yet claimed it as his own, Roger would have sworn that he could feel copious amounts of heat radiating through the crotch of the girl's jeans. He wondered if his inexperienced and virginal daughter might be soaking wet already, but was too involved in other matters just them to carry out an investigation.

At length, this second kiss would draw to a close too, but this time neither of them attempted to draw back. If anything, this was just a momentary break so that they could inhale a new lungful of air.

The third kiss followed swiftly, even longer than the first two and undeniably harder. When his lips parted, his tongue begging for admission into her mouth, she was only to happy to oblige and the couple shared a deep, wet kiss that did nothing to quench the inferno building within each of them. 

Breathless, their heads spinning and their hearts pounding, father and daughter stole a moment to get their bearings back, gazing at each other with happy smiles.

No longer holding onto him as that hand showed no inclination to move from where she had placed it, Ruth grabbed the bottom edge of her shirt and hauled it up. Her top came off and she tossed it carelessly into the car's back seat. This left her topless as she had not been wearing a bra, her full bosom bouncing out into the open.

As his gaze dropped to enjoy the view, Roger had to wonder just why he had thought this would be a bad idea. 




The Taylor Family Ch. 05



She let out a little titter as his eyes devoured her, quite pleased with this result. Ruth was just beginning to understand what kind of power a good pair of tits had on both men and women.

He just stared dumbly at her chest for quite some time, licking his lips and wondering what he had done to deserve a such beautiful and willing daughter as this. He was exulting in the fact that these wonderful new toys were now his to play with.

Leaning across him, her hand found the control for his seat and he let out a surprised cry when he suddenly found himself lying practically on his back, his hand becoming dislodged from between her legs. 

A little awkwardly given the cramped confines of the car's interior, Ruth moved quickly to straddle her reclining father on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling right over his face. It was an obvious invitation and he could not refuse.

Raising one hand to stroke and caress the flank of one of those big breasts, he craned his head up to suck one and then the other of the hardened peaks into his mouth. As he worked her nipples over with every bit of the skill he had gained over the years however, his other hand returned to it's home between her legs, this time not settling for a spot on the thigh but actually closing over her crotch.

The teenager let out a cry of passion as her father took possession of her most intimate area, her back arching.

* * *

Once again, Kristen showed patience, this time by not going straight for her mother's cunt.

For one thing, she had taken the time to shift position so that she was no longer sitting on the edge of the bed, kneeling now between the older woman's widely spread legs. For another thing, she was using that teasing, tantalizing brush to it's best effect, brushing her way slowly down Ann's belly. As she finally went below the belly button and entered much more intimate territory, she went even more slowly and knew that her mother was really appreciating it.

Avoiding not just the boiling, impatiently waiting cunt, but the pubic mound as well, Kristen skillfully worked her brush over her lover's crotch and inner thighs until she was absolutely certain that Ann had reached the heights of passion.

Grunting and gasping, clawing at the bed sheets to either side of her, Ann could hardly bear it when she felt the bristles arrive on her mound. Gritting her teeth and using every last ounce of will power she could muster, she held off the orgasm that she could already feel threatening. The sight of her beautiful daughter smirking knowingly at her, well aware of how much trouble she was having, almost lost her the battle and sent her spiraling into a huge climax and so she closed her eyes tightly, her chin dropping to her chest.

Chuckling to herself, thoroughly enjoying her complete mastery over this woman, Kristen worked her brush carefully to the right and left of her mother's pussy. Hoping to tease her just a little longer, she did not allow the bristles to work on the swollen and protruding inner lips or on the stiff clitoris peeking out at her, but the outer lips received the full brunt of it.

Kristen didn't care to spend a whole lot of time avoiding the best bits however and, given the way her mother looked right now, she didn't imagine that the older woman could take much more of this teasing.

The feeling of thousands of tiny, soft bristles rubbing across those dripping nether lips was unlike anything Ann had ever experienced before. Grunting, she was shaking so hard that the headboard behind her was beginning to creak rather ominously. She didn't care if she ripped that bed apart though, so long as her little girl didn't stop what she was doing.

Just as soon those incredible bristles were finally dragged over her aroused and ready clitoris though, Ann lost her mind, throwing her head back and howling like an animal as she came.

* * *

Roger was reveling in all of the noise his daughter was making, listening to her moan and groan as he worshiped her wonderful breasts.

How could it be wrong to make your daughter so happy?

That hand he had sent down between her legs, in the meantime, was no longer just griping her. He had managed to get the front of her jeans open, but had not tried to push them down. Instead, he simply slid his hand inside and into her panties, his nimble fingers prowling over the juicy cunt hidden within.

Having dipped a finger into the girl's liquid depths, Roger was delighted by how his little girl gasped sharply and arched her back, confident that he was the first person in the whole world ever to get to do that.

With kids getting deflowered earlier and earlier these days, he was a proud father to know his eighteen year old had managed to resist that temptation. As this young woman's lover, meanwhile, he was thrilled at the prospect of being the one to deflower this hot young piece of ass.

Roger's experienced ear caught a change in the noise Ruth was producing, felt a new and pronounced change in the way her body was responding to him. She was closing in fast on an orgasm and he decided that he didn't want that to happen with his face buried between her boobs. He wanted to be able to watch it happen.

His head dropped back again at last, but that did not mean he was through working on her breasts. As that hand in her pants drove her over the edge, he complimented it by using the fingers of his other hand to pinch and tug on her stiff teats. The combination proved impossible for Ruth to resist and she came big for her daddy.

It was such an incredible and beautiful sight that he almost came with her!

* * *

When she finally came back to her senses, Ann found that her young lover had turned the brush around and was working it's handle back and forth slowly along her slit, twisting it as she did so. The handle was not penetrating her, Ann noticed, but was certainly being bathed in her freely flowing juices.

With the handle soon covered in her mother's most natural lubricant, Kristen brought the end of it to the opening of the other woman's open and drooling cunt, aimed carefully, and then pushed it all the way in with one smooth thrust. 

It was not the biggest thing that had ever been in there by a long shot, but the handle was thick and had been crafted with a little curve. As it bumped and rubbed against the interior walls of her sex, Ann was amazed to feel her passion surge wildly again almost instantly.

To think, Ann thought in wonder, this common hair brush had found her g-spot!

Her overheated mind shut down then and she was conscious of nothing but the ecstacy the brush was giving her as it was pumped in and out.

Her third climax of this night would not be long in coming.

* * *

With the boundless energy afforded her by youth, Ruth managed to recover fast after her orgasm at the hands of her own father.

Dismounting him, she settled back into the passenger seat but stopped him when he tried to sit back up. With fingers made a little clumsy by raw passion, she tore open his jeans and hauled out that tool she had first been introduced to back in the garage. 

Things had been getting more and more confining and uncomfortable down there and the sigh of relief that escaped his lips when she did this was palpable. She giggled playfully.

"Ruthie . . ."

"Hush, daddy. I'm working here."

Determined to make him feel just as good as he had just made her feel, Ruth went down on him without a moment's hesitation.

"Oh, my God, Ruthie!"

* * *

Ann looked utterly limp and wasted.

Still on her knees in between the older woman's legs, Kristen could almost swear that she saw a little steam rising from her body. Her mother was deathly still, her head down and her eyes closed, a little drool dripping out of her mouth as it hung open. She had fallen back into the pillows and quite clearly did not yet have the resources to move yet. In all fairness though, she had just endured a whole day of rigorous and exhausting sex and just was not used to such a thing.

The teenager was very proud of herself, but also a little worried that she might have done some serious and permanent damage to her mother.

Kristen just sat with her for a while, holding her in her arms, stroking her hair, and whispering soothing words into her ear. 

It was a moment of quiet and intimacy and love.

Slumped against her daughter, Ann ever so gradually began to pick up on some external stimuli again. Her nose twitched violently, filled with the now very familiar scent of the teenager. Her body sensed that it was pressed cozily up against her and so her arms rose weakly to clumsily drape themselves around the girl. Her ear, tingling as it was bathed in her hot breath, was full of the sweet sound of Kristen's voice. Her head rose and she frowned as she struggled to get her eyes to focus.

"Hi there, mom," Kristen said with a smile. "Welcome back."

The quiet moment came to a sudden end then as Ann let out a howl that would have done an inmate at the asylum proud. Jerking free of the startled girl's embrace, she grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed, leaping up to her feet. With desperate, clawing fingers, she tore Kristen's pants open and yanked them off with the near hysterical scream, "I want your pussy!"

Astonished by all of this, the teenager was unable to get her wits about her in time to take control of this situation. Before she knew what was happening, her legs had been shoved as far apart as they could go, her crotch of her panties had been tugged aside, and her mother was feasting on the juicy cunt that had been exposed.

Ann employed no finesse, used no special technique. She was beyond rational thought for the time being and focused on only one thing - devouring her daughter's cunt. Kristen just relaxed, content to just lie back and let the older woman work this out of her system.

* * *

Once she had earned herself another bellyful of her dad's seed, Ruth had suggested that they surrender the front seat for the back so that he could put his next load into her pussy, but he demurred. 

First of all, he knew that neither of his girls were on the pill right now, but because his wife was, he didn't have a single condom. As much fun as it would be to fuck this girl senseless right then and there, he was certainly not going to risk having her get pregnant. He had heard too many stories of incest causing your kids to be born brain damaged or with webbed toes or three nostrils or something.

And second of all, he was nowhere near as limber as he had been in his youth and knew full well that if he tried to do her in the back seat he would only end up breaking something.

Turning away, the topless teen grabbed hold of the handle and quickly had the car door open and was getting out without a word. He watched her go with a dumbfounded expression, wondering if he had upset her by refusing to use her cunt just now. Worried, he jumped out of his side of the car and dashed around to her.

"Ruthie . . .!"

What he discovered when he reached her was that she had kicking off her shoes and was now pushing down her jeans and her panties.

"Okay, then, daddy" she said told him, turning to bend forward over the hood of the car, "but just because the roller coaster's closed tonight doesn't mean the log ride is!"

Heaving a great sigh of relief that he had not hurt her feelings after all and chuckling at how she had put that, Roger took her meaning immediately and moved in close behind her. "Don't I have a sweet baby girl?"

So that was how Ruth ended up draped over the front of the sedan, one hand casually rubbing the hardened nub that was her clitoris, in no hurry to get herself off. In the meantime, Roger was soon in tight behind her with his arms wrapped snugly around her middle, kissing and nibbling at her bare neck and shoulder, and with his cock sheathed in her velvety ass. It hadn't been easy to get it in there of course as neither of them had ever tried this before, but once it was the couple had settled into a slow, smooth, steady rhythm that they both found nicely satisfying.

It was an exquisitely intimate moment, an expression of the purest love, and even though it did not end in the most powerful climax either of them had ever experienced, it was still one of the best.

* * *

Kristen smiled to herself happily, very pleased with how this evening had gone.

She was still lying on her back on the bed, slowly cooling off and feeling thoroughly used. It had taken her mom quite some time to satisfy her intense craving for cunt and it had taken quite a bit of the young woman's juices to get her to calm down again. Kristen thought she must have come at least three times, but the older woman hadn't seemed to even notice.

Now, her mother was lying beside her quietly, her head resting on the teen's belly and one hand resting just above her twat. Kristen stroked her hair slowly, not saying anything as she was unaware of anything that really needed to be said in the aftermath of something like this.

She couldn't wait to tell her sister about all of this!

"Mom? We'd better get up now, mom. Dad and Ruth will probably get back soon and we need to get cleaned up again and straighten up this room. Then we can decide on what kind of pizza's to order!"

Ann's face was the very picture of discontent, but started moving anyway, releasing a theatrical groan. "If you say so, dear." She levered herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed for a moment to look at the reclining youth. "This is the only part of this I hate, you know. Having to give you girls up over and over so that your father won't know how close we really are. Having to pretend that we're just ordinary family when what I really want to do is run around town, grab everybody I pass, and brag that not only have I got the most beautiful daughters in all the world, I'm lucky enough to have them as lovers, as well."

Kristen rose too, sitting beside her mother and wrapping an arm around her. "I know what you mean, mom." But would they really have to hide this for much longer? she wondered to herself. Would they really still have to sneak around behind her father's back. A lot hung on what her sister had to report when she returned from her supposed shopping trip.

She had to wonder just what was happening between those two right now. Had they found someplace quiet to have a serious talk? Had they found someplace where they could be alone to fuck? Or, impossible as it was to believe, had they really gone to look at sporting equipment? Well, whatever they were doing, she didn't imagine they would be off doing it for very much longer.

"Come on now, mom. Let's go get cleaned up."

* * *

The car was on the road again, making it's way towards first a store and then back to the house. It had been agreed that it would be a smart idea for Roger to go ahead and pick up a package or two of condoms, but that he would not be able to put any of t hem to use on her tonight.

As she cuddled up against her father's side, Ruth couldn't wait to get back so that she could see Kristen.

For one thing, she couldn't wait to tell her all about her adventures with dad.

For another, they needed to do some plotting.

With every single person in this family now willingly involved in incest now, she was determined that there would be no more secrets and no more boundaries between them.

To Be Continued . . .



The Taylor Family Ch. 06



As the car cruised towards downtown that Monday morning, Ann distractedly tuned out the playful banter between her two little girls.

She was a bit preoccupied at the moment thanks to what happened between her and her husband Roger the night before. He had returned from his excursion with their daughter Ruth in a very odd mood indeed, taking her to bed right after they finished the pizza they'd had delivered. He had been very insistent that they should make love and she had finally acquiesced.

It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with her husband exactly, but she had been pretty worn out after her day of forbidden fun with her daughter's.

Besides, sex between the couple had long since become a very routine affair. Without any trouble at all, before they ever started she could have described every move that would be made by either one of them, every sound that would be uttered. It was as much her fault as it was his that things had gotten so mundane between them, but neither of them had yet been able to find a way to shake things up at all.

Last night had been quite different, however. Last night had been anything but routine or mundane. No, last night had instead been all about raw and undiluted passion. Last night had been a wild and strenuous evening of steamy sex and she'd soon lost count of how many times he'd brought her to orgasm.

It really had been an incredible night and, when coupled with all of the fun she'd been having on the side with her girls, she was still quite exhausted even now.

She thought it lucky that she had agreed to let her daughters stay home today so that they could all do some shopping for lingerie and sex toys. She never would have managed to get up early enough to get the two of them off to school. Of course, she had been careful not to mention to her spouse that Kristen and Ruth wouldn't be at school, not wanting to bother with coming up with a lie to explain it away.

In the meantime, Ruth had not yet told her mother anything about what she and her father had done together while they were out, not wanting to reveal that until she had found a way to ensure that their future was full of family foursomes. On the other hand, she had been careful to tell her sister every single detail of their adventure in that parking lot.

Kristen still seemed a bit nervous about being with a man, but the other girl's enthusiastic descriptions had at least succeeded in arousing her curiosity.

* * *

"Ooooh! Doesn't that look hot!"

The little boutique was named Angelique's and - according to it's commercials, at least - it sold only the finest in lingerie for the discriminating woman, not to mention make-up, perfumes, and so forth. Things cost a little more here to be sure, but they swore that they had things here to spice up your love life that you just could not hope to get at any of those big name stores.

This morning, Angelique's had been invaded by the Taylor women.

Holding onto her mother's hand tightly, the nineteen year old Kristen was enthusiastically rushing from one display rack to the next, pulling the older woman along behind her. Examining each of the sexy undergarments with the critical eye of someone who knew fashion inside and out, she had taken the lead just as soon as they arrived. 

Rushing up to a rack of teddy's, she loved how sexy they were but refused to get any of them as she thought they were too fragile and would not stand up to the kind of abuse it would see in her bedroom.

Going over to a display of corsets, she was impressed by how fabulous they looked on the nearby mannequin, but could not bring herself to get one as she didn't think the style would really suit any of them.

There was a to-die-for baby doll that the young woman absolutely loved, convinced that it would be perfect for showing off her little sister's slightly top-heavy figure, but she had to turn her back on it when she saw that it cost only slightly less than a used car would.

And so the search continued.

Hanging back a little from her mother and sister meanwhile, the eighteen year old Ruth watched it all with an amused smile. There had been a time not so long ago that her sibling's obsession with shoes and clothes had driven her crazy, but she found that she was a lot more patient with her foibles now that they were getting naked and sweaty together.

Besides, Kristen was right more often than not when it came to this sort of thing.

Glancing around the store idly, she took note of all of the looks they were receiving not just from the other customers, but also from the staff. It was becoming evident to her that these people just weren't used to seeing a middle-aged woman being led around by a couple of teenaged girls who really should have been at school, the three of them eagerly discussing what bit of lingerie they thought each other would look best in. 

Even if none of them could guess that they were an incestuous family, it still must have presented rather a weird picture.

"Oh. My. God." The words came out in a blissful sigh that reminded Ruth of what her sister sounded like when she was having an orgasm. "Just look at that!"

Ruth did look and found that her sibling had let go of their mother and was now holding up a strapless bustier in black satin with sheer sides and shelf cups that would support breasts but also leave them almost entirely exposed. It was paired with the tiniest little black g-string the tomboy had ever seen and she noticed that Kristen was already looking at stockings to go with it.

It was indeed an incredibly sexy outfit, Ruth could hardly deny that, but she did have a question. "Who exactly were you going to put in that?"

Kristen looked her straight in the eye. "You, little sister. This will look fabulous on you! It'll really show off those beautiful tits of your's."

Ann's eyes darted around the store worriedly. She desperately wished that her girls wouldn't make it quite so obvious that they were related to each other, but also fooling around with each other. In her mind, she could easily see some busybody slipping away to call the cops and report them as perverts.

Regarding the garment uncertainly, Ruth worried, "I've never even thought about wearing anything like that in my life. I wonder if I would even know how to put it on . . ."

Kristen scoffed at that even as she passed the lingerie to her. "Don't be stupid, Ruthie. It's not like it's rocket science or anything. Now go into the fitting room and try these on." Turning the other girl, she gave her a little push to get her started. "Anyway, if you run into any trouble at all, you can always call on me and mom for help."

Ann cringed, noticing that she had gotten a very odd look indeed from the girl behind the counter at that. Even as one of her daughters walked away with her armload of sexy stuff, she threw an arm around the other one and pulled her in close. 

"Um, sweetie?" she hissed, glancing meaningfully at the people around them. "Maybe we should be a little more careful about what we say in public?"

Kristen just gave her a smile and kissed her firmly on the lips.

It would only be about ten minutes or so before Ruth returned to them to somewhat sheepishly ask for help. With the bustier a tight fit, just as it was designed to be, and with it's little hook and eye closures running up the back, she was having absolutely no success in putting it on by herself. 

Whether or not the youngest among them really needed some help or was just hoping to have some fun in the fitting room, both Ann and Kristen leapt at the chance to help her get into the lingerie. It was the younger girl who carried the day however, adamantly insisting that she didn't want their mother to see what she or her sister looked like in their new underwear until they got home.

Watching the two girls dash off for the fitting room together, sagged back against a display with a resigned grumble. 

It was not until after she'd received three funny looks from passers-by that she realized with great embarrassment and a flaming face that her hand had inadvertently come to rest on a dummy's breast, making it look like she was copping a feel.

* * *

The two teens hurried down the narrow aisle that led between the fitting rooms, three on either side. 

Kristen noted with some interest that only one of them seemed to be occupied at the moment, it's little privacy curtain drawn. She was led by her sister right past that one, going all the way to the back and entering the one on the right.

The fitting room itself was unimpressive, but about what she had expected. It was no larger than a walk-in closet, she observed, with a little wooden bench along one side and with a full length mirror hung on the wall opposite. The lingerie her sister had been sent to try on lay in an untidy pile at the end of the bench. Pulling the curtain closed behind them, she saw that it easily covered the opening but that it ended almost a foot off the ground.

Just as soon as they were separated from the rest of the world, Kristen turned and attacked her sibling, crushing their mouth's together in a long and feverish kiss, her arms wrapping snugly around her neck. Ruth happily returned the kiss, her arms going around her sister's waist as she accepted her sister's tongue into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Kristen purred, keeping her voice pitched kind of low because of that other occupied fitting room, her lips moving to the other girl's neck. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day."

Ruth giggled, totally sympathizing with her. "Who would have thought that fucking members of our own family would have turned us into nymphomaniacs?"Her hands trembled a little, wanting to sink down and grab her sister by the ass, but she forced herself to resist that temptation, at least.

Kristen laughed. "We're not nymphomaniacs, Ruthie" 

As far as she was concerned, they were simply in the honeymoon phase of this new and illicit romance, where everything was still new and exciting. Things were bound to calm down and settle into a routine if they continued committing incest, which she was okay with so long as it didn't get mundane and routine like their parents' love life apparently had.

The young women shared one more long, hungry kiss, but then pried themselves off each other.

"Now come on, Kris. Mom will kill us if she finds out we slipped away to have a little fun without her."

"I know, I know. Keep your voice down though, okay? Mom's getting worried that we're attracting attention."

"Whatever."

* * *

Mrs. Raylene Matthews could hardly believe her ears.

The middle-aged housewife had come to Angelique's today in search of something that might rekindle some heat in her bedroom and, after much deliberation, she had settled on a silk chemise that she was sure would finally get her husband to pay attention to her again. She had been just about to try it on when the teenager's arrived and started talking about what sounded worryingly like incest.

And so she sat as still as a statue, her head cocked to one side as she strained to hear what her neighbors were saying. Untouched, the chemise was still on it's hanger to one side, but the woman herself had her blouse and pumps off and her slacks down around her ankles.

As she listened to what sounded like deep, wet kisses between two young women, to their throaty moans of appreciation, and to how they were talking about having sex with their family members, Raylene wondered just what she should do about it.

She did have a cell phone in her purse and she supposed that she could call the cops, but she talked herself out of it with the idea that the owners of this store might not appreciate the kind of publicity a police raid would certainly bring. On the other hand, she also might have gone to speak to the manager, complaining that someone was fooling around in one of the fitting rooms, but simply couldn't force herself to get up and do it.

Her mind may have been telling her to do something to stop what society told her was a perverse crime, but her body was giving her a very different message. Her skin was flushing warmly, her breath was getting shorter, the peaks of her breasts were hardening and threatening to stab holes through her bra, and the crotch of her panties suddenly had a growing damp spot.

Running her hands slowly over her bare thighs, the woman continued to sit and carefully listen.

* * *

Sitting her sister down on the bench, Kristen grabbed hold of the other girl's shirt and pulled it right off.

Because she knew it was how the other girl liked it, Ruth had chosen not to wear a bra on this morning's shopping trip and so she was left completely topless when that shirt came off, her big breasts bobbing slightly as they were exposed. She couldn't resist a wide, happy smile at the way her sibling now stared at her bosom, running her tongue slowly over her lips.

Remembering how her Kristen had been mesmerized by the sight of her butt back when they went on their date and seeing how she was fixating on her boobs now, it was no secret to Ruth why her sister wanted her in a g-string and a shelf bra.

Reaching out, she caught hold of one of her sister's hands, pulling it straight to a full tit and holding it there.

"Ruthie . . ." 

"Yes, Kris?" The expression on the younger girl's face was a facade of innocence.

It was a real test of her will power, but Kristen managed to pull her hand free of the velvety smoothness before she lost all control of herself. The look of disappointment that flashed so briefly across her little sister's face at that was mirrored by the one on her own.

Kristen next went to work on her sister's jeans, pulling her back up onto her feet so that she could attack her belt. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist indulging in some fun and games once she had the other girl naked, but she told herself that she had to get her down to her birthday suit if she was really going to try on that lingerie. 

Fortunately, the younger girl behaved herself and did nothing to provoke an amorous interlude as Kristen knelt to guide her pants down to the ground. Even when her panties followed, Ruth said nothing and did nothing to draw her sister's attention to the aroused twat that was uncovered.

As if Kristen could have been focused on anything else at that point.

Ruth sat down on the bench again, lifting first one foot and then the other as her sister took her shoes off for her and then finished removing her clothes. This left Ruth in nothing but her socks, sitting in front of her kneeling big sister.

Now the girl struck, wearing a wicked grin as she spread her legs wide open, leaving Kristen to stare in awestruck fascination.

"Hey, big sis? You gonna eat me or not?"

* * *

Raylene angrily blamed her husband for this.

If he could only be bothered to pay a little more attention to her, after all, she wouldn't be in this store right now desperately looking for something that would get him interested in her again. If she had not come here, then she wouldn't be sitting here right now getting all hot and bothered over a couple of young women playing in one of the other fitting rooms.

And she certainly wouldn't be feeling like some kind of sick weirdo because she knew that the lovers who were so exciting her were a pair of sisters.

By now, the woman's mind was filled with images of what must be going on in the other fitting room and she was breathing so hard that she might have been on the verge of hyperventilating, one of her hands still stroking her thigh while her other slid down inside the front of her panties to slowly stroke herself while she listened.

She hadn't been this aroused in what seemed like a lifetime and, very soon, Raylene realized that she was simply not going to survive if she didn't do something about it. She would need to do something to release the powerful emotions that were now overwhelming her and do it fast.

Rising from the bench just long enough to haul her panties down, she kicked them off and then spread her legs wide open, sliding a finger into her boiling depths.

* * *

It took every ounce of her strength, but Kristen finally managed to drag her eyes away from her little sister's pussy, giving her a disapproving glare as she pushed the young woman's legs closed again.

"No, Ruthie, I'm not going to eat you right now," she told her, her voice sounding strained as she struggled to suppress her lust for her sibling. 

Ruth's grin did not dim one bit, her legs starting to open again. "Are you sure?"

"No . . . I mean, yes." Kristen gave her a warning look this time, pushing those legs back together and holding them closed. "Mom's out there waiting for us. Besides, we'll have plenty of time to play once we get back home. Now, let's hurry up and get this bustier tried on so we can get out of here that much faster, okay?"

Her little sister wore a playful pout, but did not argue any more.

Kristen hid a relieved sigh. She found this young woman damn near irresistible and if she had kept hitting on her for very much longer, there was no way she would have been able to continue saying no.

Rising to her feet again at long last, Kristen took the other girl's hand and hauled her back up as well. 

Turning her to face the full length mirror, Kristen grabbed up the bustier and wrapped it around her sister's body, pulling it tight. It was necessary for Ruth to scoop up her big boobs and carefully maneuver them into the cups that would support them but not conceal them, a process that Kristen watched with keen interest. When everything was where it was supposed to be, the older girl pulled the bustier even tighter and then hurried to do up all of the hooks at the back before anything could shift.

Moving up close behind her little sister, Kristen looked over her shoulder at the reflection in the mirror, thoroughly enjoying what an incredible vision the other woman was. Without turning, Ruth reached behind her to grab her sister's arms, wrapping them snugly around her middle even as Kristen's chin came to rest on her shoulder.

The strong young body she was wrapped around felt so wonderful against her own and Kristen was in no hurry to bring it to an end. As was her custom, Ruth had worn no perfume today, but she found the natural scent of this sexy little tomboy utterly intoxicating nonetheless. Ruth's hair was soft and silky and made her sister shiver with pleasure when it happened to brush across her cheek. 

What made it all the more delicious for Kristen though was how obvious it was that Ruth was enjoying it just as much as she was.

Reaching up and back with one hand, Ruth tangled her fingers in her sister's hair, smiling big even as she purred happily. Her other hand came to rest atop one of Kristen's, closing around it and moving it from where it had come to rest, steering it downwards. Opening her legs a little to make room, Ruth took her sibling's hand straight to her crotch and pressed it home.

Unable to resist, unwilling to even try, Kristen deftly pushed a finger up into Ruth's swampy cunt, forcing a grunt out of her.

"Hey, Kris?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure we're not nymphomaniacs?"

* * *

Straining to listen in on what was going on in the neighboring fitting room, Raylene's mind was inventing scenes that would have made for a best selling porn movie.

Lolling sideways on that bench now, desperately trying to find the most comfortable position to be in while doing something like this, she was by now pumping two fingers in and out of herself vigorously with one hand while using the other to work the large clitoris above her slit. She hadn't masturbated this hard and this fast in many a year and some detached part of her mind wondered why she wasn't bursting into flame down there thanks to the friction.




The Taylor Family Ch. 06



She just knew that those two girls were going to be the death of her.

* * *

"Oh, God . . . oh, God, yes . . ."

Kristen may have been the good girl before, the one who was trying to confine the lovemaking to home rather than a public place, but that was before. Now, it was she who was holding on to her partially dressed sister good and tight while rhythmically pumping that finger in and out of her juicy hole, her thumb bumping against the clitoris. 

"That feels so damn good . . ."

Smiling to herself, thrilled with the idea that she could give her lover so much pleasure, Kristen now accelerated that plunging finger. With her varying her angle of attack as well, giving that digit a few good twists, she was soon driving Ruth right out of her mind. It was quite a chore to hold onto a girl who was writhing as wildly as her sister now was, but Kristen managed it somehow. 

Ruth had not forgotten that they were in a public place or that their mother was waiting for them, so she did not even try to hold off the climax that was soon building fast within her. 

"Here it comes!"

The orgasm that was coming was going to be a big one - that much was obvious to the both of them. Fearing that her sister wouldn't be able to keep control of her volume knob, Kristen was quick to clamp a hand over Ruth's mouth as the girl climaxed.

And just in time.

Convulsing, twisting wildly and only barely managing to keep herself on her feet, Ruth made so much noise despite the muffling hand that her big sister was absolutely sure that everyone in this store must know what they were doing back here. Even so, Kristen did not hesitate to give her a few extra bumps down below to help her on her way.

She was slow to cool back down in the aftermath, especially with that hand still working between her legs, but Ruth eventually caught her breath. Pushing herself out of her sister's grip and wobbling just a bit on rubbery legs, she waited until she was steady again before turning around to face Kristen with a hungry look.

That look was enough to make Kristen back up a step, a startled look on her face. "Now, Ruthie . . ."

"I want your pussy." 

It came out as a feral snarl, but held all the same intensity as their mother's hysterical shriek of the night before and Kristen knew she would have no more choice in this matter than she'd had in that. Surrender was her only option, but it would be a sweet one anyway.

Kicking off her shoes, she hurriedly peeled off her jeans and panties under the watchful eye of her sister. Setting one foot up on the bench and turning slightly, she thus exposed herself fully to those seemingly unblinking eyes. Hanging onto her sister had been more than enough to get her motor running, but actually fingering her had shifted her into high gear, so it was a very aroused and dripping twat that she was now presenting her little sister with.

"Well, here it is, babe," Kristen told her, "and it's all your's."

Ruth decided to take her at her word, lurching at the other woman.

* * *

The orgasm Raylene suffered that day was a massive one, unlike anything she had felt in far too long. It had taken a fist crammed into her mouth to keep herself from letting out a wail of ecstacy that would have been heard by her husband all the way across town.

She was left to sprawl limply on the bench as the fireworks slowly subsided, the whole world swimming drunkenly around her. It would take what seemed like forever for her to catch her breath again, much less to slow her racing heart, and she shifted wearily in a vain search for a comfortable way to perch on that hard bench. 

As her brain cells gradually came back to life one by one, she knew that she had to get out of there before she did something foolish - for instance, marching over there and begging to be allowed to join in the fun.

Unsteadily picking herself up from that bench at last, she went hunting for her clothes.

* * *

Ruth was now engaged in a feeding frenzy that would have made any shark proud. 

With one hand on the wall to keep herself from falling over under this brutal assault, Kristen was moaning deeply as she was pleasured to within an inch of her life, shaking and shivering as the young woman kneeling at her feet absolutely devoured her. The sensation of one of her little sister's fingers being pushed up her bottom as well had almost been enough to make her lose all control of herself, but she held firm with an iron will.

She was determined to make Ruth work for this, her free hand going to the back of the other woman's head.

"That's right, baby," Kristen hissed, her whole body tensing as that ferocious tongue lashed at her. "Eat it all up!"

And Ruth did her best to do just that.

* * *

As she emerged at last, looking this way and that nervously to make sure that no one was around, Raylene was in a state of utter disarray.

With her hair tousled and her skin shining thanks to a thin sheen of perspiration, she had gotten dressed so quickly that her shoes had ended up on the wrong feet and her blouse had been badly misbuttoned. Her gait was a little awkward too as her well used twat was now very sore. She might have been mistaken for a shoplifter had anyone been around to notice the furtive way she was looking around the short corridor between the fitting rooms, but fortunately for her there was no one there.

Leaving behind the chemise she had originally gone back there to try on, Raylene's first few steps were worryingly not towards the exit but towards the other fitting room. Stopping in her tracks, she clenched her fists and forced herself to turn away.

"Oh, Ruthie!" a voice squealed from behind her. "Nobody eats my cunt as good as you do!"

Raylene's step faltered. 

She was dying to go back there and try to find a way to turn that twosome into a threesome, but the last thing she needed was to get caught in that kind of compromising situation. If such a tale ever reached her husband's ears . . .

That voice from behind her sounded off again. "I'm coming, babe! I'm coming!"

Putting her head down, she rushed out of there so fast that she almost knocked over a rack of teddies and two customers.

* * *

Ann paced slowly around the store, looking at but not really seeing the merchandise as she waited for her daughters to come back out of that fitting room. 

She looked up hopefully when someone finally emerged from back there, groaning when she saw that it wasn't either of her daughters. Still, it did seem a little odd the way that woman came sprinting out as if the devil himself were at her heels.

She was a very annoyed woman by now as she did not believe for a second that Kristen was just back there helping Ruth put on a piece of lingerie. Oh, no, she was absolutely convinced that her daughters had run off together to have sex without her and she didn't much appreciate being left out like this.

The idea of marching back there, ripping off her clothes and diving into that heap of femininity did occur to her, but she did not act on the impulse. 

Most stores had a rule about how many people could be in one of their fitting rooms at one time and she expected that this one was no exception. She was a little surprised to see that nobody was complaining already about the two teenagers being in there together and just could not believe that they would continue to look away if she went back there, too.

And if someone did go back there while the three women were together, all would be exposed, so to speak.

"Excuse me?"

Turning, Ann found a cute young woman standing beside her and wearing a jacket with the logo of a local college. Holding up a camisole with a plunging neckline and copious amounts of lace, she demanded, "Don't you have this in green? This is just what I was looking for, except I want it in emerald green."

Mrs. Taylor frowned at the coed. "How should I know what colors that comes in? I don't work here."

"You don't? Really?" 

The girl seemed so very surprised that Ann was insulted. What, just because she was middle-aged and old enough to be this foolish little bitches mother, she couldn't wear lingerie anymore? Did she think she was too old for sex or something?

Giving the young woman a disdainful look, she quickly put some distance between them.

* * *

When Kristen and Ruth finally emerged from the fitting rooms and rejoined their mother several minutes later, it was obvious to Ann that she had been right.

With both of the teenagers flushed hotly, with their hair and make-up mussed up, and given those guilty expressions on their faces, there could be no doubt that they had taken full advantage of the opportunity to fool around while they were back there. And if she had any lingering doubts, the permeating odor the two girls were wearing when they finally returned to their mother's side was enough to banish them.

Crossing her arms, Ann gave the two younger women a glare, her scowl only deepening as she watched those two guilty expressions morph into playful grins.

Reaching out, Ruth grabbed hold of one of her big sister's hands. "Sorry, mom, but we've decided that we're nymphomaniacs." Pulling her back towards the lingerie, she teased with a gay laugh, "Come on then. I'm set, so let's find the two of you something sexy to wear. The sooner we do, the sooner we can get back home!"

Sighing heavily, Ann could only follow after her playful girls.

* * *

The three women had returned home after their visit to Angelique's, their plan to do some more shopping abandoned in favor of rushing back home to have as much sex as possible before Roger got home that afternoon.

As they gathered in the master bedroom, they modeled their new lingerie for each other.

Ruth appeared in that black bustier, her big breasts not pushed up and out so that they were revealed in all their glory. She was also wearing a matching g-string, a tiny little thing that covered precious little and finished the outfit off with a pair of black fishnet stockings. 

Seeing herself in a mirror dressed like that had gotten her to agree with Kristen that it showed her off wonderfully, but it also thought it made her look like a prostitute or something. When she'd complained to her sister that the get-up made her feel like a slut, the other girl had given her a wink and reminded her that this was the whole point.

For herself, Kristen had found a leopard print chemise with lots of black lace trimming. It was perfect for her as it showed off her statuesque figure and legs wonderfully, but it also gave her enough support up top to emphasize her pert little bosom, making the most of what she had. The thong she wore underneath this showed off her butt nicely and also came in a leopard print. The final touch was a pair of sheer black stockings to showcase those long, smooth legs.

Ruth had complained just a little when she saw that her sister's new outfit wasn't quite so slutty as her own was, but her eyes glazed over with lust when she saw her in it, her mouth falling open.

The two teenagers ogled each other lustily for a few moments, but all eyes became fixed on their mother just as soon as she emerged in her new underwear.

Ann had packed on a few extra pounds and so she had been dressed in a lovely blue corset that could both contain them and show them off. Her full breasts were held in a set of sheer cups that showed them off without being quite so flagrant about it as Ruth's bustier was. Her blue panties were not so skimpy as her daughters' were, but were still enough to make any observer drool. Like her girls, she had on a pair of stockings, though her's were a sheer blue, but unlike her girls, she had also been put into a sheer and floor-length robe.

For what seemed an eternity, all was quiet and still in that bedroom as the three women just stood and admired each other. 

The moment was broken by a very unexpected voice.

"What on earth is going on here?!" 

The three women spun around to find that Roger had come home hours early and was now standing in the open doorway and staring at the three of them with wide eyes and bulging pants.

To Be Continued . . .