17 comments/ 130711 views/ 76 favorites What She Never Told Me By: Xarth I was in my last year of university when I met Mel. I was already pretty comfortably a lesbian by then and she wasn't exactly the first girl I'd been with, but she was the first one I ever really loved. It didn't happen right away, for a while we were just having a good time and she slowly grew on me. When she asked me to move in with her after I finished up with school I said yes immediately, not even caring about the logistics. It was the best decision I ever made. The job I got into was not what I spent four years of my life working toward, in many ways it wasn't great. But coming home to Mel every night made me not care about that. Things were pretty good for me, and then Mel's sister changed everything. Not on purpose or anything, but it made me realize that my existence wasn't as fixed as I thought. Mel and me were in bed one night when the subject first came up. "Hey Jen, you remember Cindy?" she asked me. "Mm-hm," I replied, not paying all that much attention. As was not uncommon for us we were both completely naked and I was busy tracing patterns on her tummy with my finger. I loved her body, her soft, perfect skin, and I took more opportunities to explore it than strictly necessary. If I concentrated I probably could have recalled any given detail about her from the mental image so carefully constructed in my head right down to the tiny scar on her leg from when she was a kid. It was hardly a proper substitute when I had her right next to me however. "Would it be okay if she stayed with us for a few days?" Mel asked. "Maybe a week or something, I'm not really sure yet." I dragged myself from my invisible finger-painting and tried to focus on the question. "Wait, Cindy who?" "My sister," Mel said. "I'm pretty sure I've told you about her." "Yeah, I just wasn't sure that's who you were talking about." I rested my head on Mel's tummy like a pillow since my finger was no longer using the space. If it didn't make getting a blanket across both of us so awkward it probably would have long since become one of my favorite sleeping positions. "She just turned nineteen you know," Mel said. "I can tell she's getting antsy still being at home with mom and dad, I know I was more than ready to leave at her age. I thought it'd be nice to let her get away at least for a little bit." I realized I hadn't actually answered the question and was being prodded for an answer. "Oh it's fine with me," I said. "She can stay as long as she wants as long as she doesn't mind seeing her sister making out with another chick all the time." "That's what I thought. I'll call her tomorrow and tell her. You have to try and be good though okay?" "Awww." I pouted and gave Mel my best puppy dog eyes which only made her roll her eyes and giggle at me. "Aright, maybe not that good. But just, you know." "Yeah, I'm just teasing. I'm not going to do anything to try and freak out your baby sister." "Thank you." "Although," I continued thoughtfully. "I do remember her being kind of cute in those pictures you showed me. Do you think she's into girls too?" "Stop that right now," Mel said sternly. I was surprised she kept a straight face as well as she did, using that voice on me usually made her crack up. "Or what? You gonna spank me 'til I stop being so naughty?" "I might if I thought you wouldn't just enjoy it." Her eyes shone mischievously and I wouldn't have put it past her to spank me anyway, but we were both too comfortable lying where we were for it to be all that likely. "Your sister does know about us though doesn't she?" I asked as the question occurred to me. "Yeah, she's pretty well the only one in my family who does. I don't know if mom would believe me even if I told her straight out you know?" Mel smiled faintly, and a little sadly too. "Cindy's cool though, we've always been able to tell each other... stuff. I guess sometimes I still think she needs protecting since she's my little sister, but she doesn't really. I just... I don't want to push our relationship on her too fast when she gets her." "I understand, I'll do my best. Though you know as well as I do that doesn't always mean that much." "Thanks baby." I shifted somewhat reluctantly from my position and kissed Mel lovingly before settling down beside her. She pulled the covers up over us and together we fell asleep. **** It was about a week later when Cindy arrived. I didn't go with Mel to pick her up, but I was there to greet the two of them when they got back. What struck me immediately about Cindy was how much the pictures I'd seen didn't do her justice. She was way cuter than I expected, I'd almost go as far as adorable. She looked eerily like a slightly younger version of my girlfriend, which made sense since they were sisters, but she had her own unique features as well. Notably her impish grin that never seemed to vanish from her face for too long. Mel was the first through the door as they arrived, towing a largish bag with her that must have been her sister's. Cindy was right behind and as I prepared to say hi for the first time she dropped what she was carrying and hugged me firmly, no hint of self-consciousness at the gesture whatsoever despite never having met me before. She held it longer than would have been comfortable with most people, particularly near-strangers, but in her case it didn't seem at all awkward. More problematic was how embarrassingly good she felt pressed against me. I'd only been joking to Mel about being into her little sister, all of a sudden it wasn't quite as much of a joke anymore. "You must be my new sister," Cindy said as she finally let go of me. "Uh, not quite. But yeah, more or less I suppose." I looked to Mel for backup, but she offered none seeming far too amused by my reaction for that. "Awesome, you're way prettier than I was expecting." I had no idea how to respond to that, but Mel took pity on me this time and interrupted. "Come on, let's get your stuff to your room," Mel said. "You can tease my girlfriend later." "'Kay," Cindy said. The two of them moved past me toward the spare bedroom with Cindy's bags dragging behind. I couldn't help noticing Cindy looked just as good from behind, her jeans seemed tighter than necessary and only barely concealed what appeared to be an unfairly perfect butt. All the time I'd been with Mel and the first girl to cause such conflicting thoughts in my head would have to be her sister. What the fuck was that about? Unless it just had to do with how much they reminded me of each other, that was a possibility to consider. I gave the two sisters a couple minutes on their own, then followed them to the bedroom to see what they were up to. If they wanted some privacy while they caught up that was fine, but I thought it wouldn't hurt just to make sure. It would be nice to know if I would be expected to hang around or if I may as well find something to occupy myself for a while. The door was pushed half shut and as I opened it the sight that greeted me was Cindy with her shirt off while Mel stood behind her adjusting her sister's bra-strap. "Oh, sorry," I said. "I didn't know you were...." "That's okay," Cindy said. "I was just telling Mel about how my boobs seem to be getting bigger recently. My bras are getting kinda tight, might have to get new ones." "And we can go while we're here if you want, but maybe you should put your shirt back on for now," Mel said, stepping away from Cindy and taking a seat on the bed. "Right, 'cause I'm sure Jen hasn't seen breasts before," Cindy teased, directing her gaze meaningfully at Mel's chest. Whatever else she might be, uncomfortable with her sister's choice of relationship she wasn't. Either that or she was faking it really well. It seemed Mel's concern that she might freak out were completely unnecessary. "Maybe I just don't want her perving on you," Mel countered. "Why would you care about that? Unless... are you worried that my boobs are bigger than yours now? What do you think?" Cindy asked as she turned back to me and stuck out her chest a little more. "I don't know," I said, pretending to consider the question carefully. "It might be easier to tell if you too off the bra too." I easily ducked under the pillow that Mel lobbed at my head, having anticipated the act before she even moved. She shook her head in exasperation at Cindy and me, but more for show than because she was really upset. I think she was probably relieved at how quickly the three of us seemed to be getting along. Things could have gotten ugly if Cindy decided she didn't like me or something. **** Whether Cindy was naturally flirty or if there really was something to her casual teasing I didn't know. What I did know was consciously or not, Mel's little sister kept putting thoughts in my head the whole time I spent with her for what was left of that day. Her casual attitude toward me seeing her shirtless was one thing, since she clearly couldn't have planned me walking in on that, but some of the other stuff made me wonder. She seemed to like stretching or bending over given half a chance, and didn't mind turning the conversation sexual even just through the means of a dirty joke. Nothing was overt though, leaving me unsure of her intentions. It was kind of an awkward thing to ask Mel about too, since if I was just seeing things then all I'd be doing is letting her know I was thinking inappropriate thoughts about her sister. By bedtime I was pretty worked up on a low, background level. Ready to jump Mel at the first opportunity, but not soaking through my jeans or anything. As the two of us undressed I had my eye on my girlfriend more than usual and I think she realized it. She took longer to remove her clothes than necessary, and she paused before taking off her shirt to brush out her hair in front of the mirror. She was naked from the waist down and knew damn well I was staring at her ass the whole time. When she finally finished stripping and slipped into bed I was on her instantly, kissing her initially on the lips then working my way down. I stopped around her breasts, a common distraction point for me, and sucked eagerly on one of her nipples. "Mmm, something's gotten into you tonight," Mel said. "Mm-hm," I replied, not willing to give up my fun for the sake of conversation. "I knew you were perving on my sister, I thought even you would be a little more subtle about it." "She totally started it," I said since Mel apparently was going to insist on talking. "Did you even see her this evening?" "You think I look at her that way?" she countered. "Well... I don't know, do you?" I was taking a risk, but I wanted to see what her reaction would be. "You were living her with her for a long time after all, maybe you know exactly what I'm talking about." "She's my sister," Mel said flatly. "Yeah, your sexy little sister who seems to know precisely the kind of effect she can have on someone if she wants to." "I-" "Who could blame you really? If she was my sister I know I might have some thoughts like that. It's okay if you do, I wouldn't mind." I traced my fingers feather-soft over her tummy working slowly, but consistently, lower. Mel's hips arched upward toward me as I drew near to her pussy, but I didn't go there quite yet. "You don't think it's weird?" Mel said quietly. "Maybe it is, who cares? We've all got dirty thoughts and things we don't want people to know. It's not like it's hurting anyone." She stayed silent, but she had told me enough already. She definitely did think about her sister in ways she wasn't supposed to, her own sister! Just the idea was enough to send shivers down my spine. I'd toyed with sister on sister fantasies before on a purely theoretical level, but to have it hit so much closer to reality was a different story. Mel moaned appreciatively as I moved my hand to her pussy, stroking the smooth skin and feeling the wetness already building. I tongued her breasts a little more while I fingered her, then moved my mouth to her ear to whisper directly into it. "Did you ever think about her while you masturbated?" I asked. "Did you ever get off to her?" Mel had closed her eyes and gave me what was not quite a negative shake of her head, a false protest to my questions. "You can pretend I'm her if you want," I said, my lips brushing against her as I leaned in as close as possible to her ear. Her hips bucked involuntarily against my palm and I knew that despite her refusal to admit to it, she was getting just as turned on as I was by this new fantasy. Or maybe not so new for her. I once again moved down Mel's body, this time not taking any detours and making straight for her pussy. She was visibly wet, as I had already determined by touch, and the scent of her arousal threatened to take away what control I had. My first instinct was almost always just to dive in and start licking, but that wouldn't accomplish my goals as well as a more purposeful approach. I teased the edges of her pussy with my tongue briefly, then pressed a finger against her wet slit. Just the bucking of her hips was nearly enough to push my finger inside without me even helping. I let her try to fuck herself on my hand for a moment before relenting and giving her what she really wanted. Mel whined pitifully as I withdrew contact with her pussy, but she abruptly stopped when my tongue found her clit. "Oh fuck yes," Mel breathed as I licked her most sensitive spot. With the practice I'd gotten since we'd been together I knew exactly what to do to get her off. If I wanted to I could keep her right on the edge nearly indefinitely, or I could have her cumming hard and fast within minutes. I chose a middle ground this time, giving her clit just enough stimulation to slowly build her up to a more powerful orgasm than if I just went all out. Every part of her body seemed to give me signals as to how far along she was from the tensing of her muscles to the raggedness of her breathing. I knew when she was cumming maybe even before she did and was ready for her hand pressing me harder against her pussy while her whole body arched in pleasure. My only regret was not being able to see her while she came, to me it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world and sometimes I asked her to masturbate for me just so I could see it. I kept licking until she started coming down and released me from her death-grip, allowing me to sit up and grin at her in satisfaction. "How was that big sister, did I do okay?" I said, mimicking a little girl voice. Mel swatted at me playfully, but wasn't able to put much force behind it from her position. "You're bad," she said. "What am I going to do with you?" "Anything you want," I replied immediately. "Mmm, that sounds good." She finally moved from where she was lying and pushed me onto my back before crawling on top of me. I relaxed and let her take control, surrendering my body to her as she kissed and stroked me to my own orgasm. In the back of mind I noted that she had responded better to the idea of a sister fantasy than I expected, something to remember for the future. **** I had kind of a rough day at work the next day, more so than usual. Neither Mel or Cindy was around when I got home which I didn't mind since it gave me a little time to myself. Actually I would have liked to curl up on the couch with Mel for the evening, but her sister's presence meant that probably wouldn't happen anyway. There was no note or anything for me so I didn't know where the girls had gone. For all I knew they might have gone shopping like they were talking about, or maybe they weren't even together and were doing their own things. Either way I didn't have a clue when they'd be back. I was on my way to get changed when I passed by the bathroom and it occurred to me that I could really go for a nice, long bath. Sure I might get interrupted partway through, but then again I might not. What I loved about the tub was it was larger than any I was used to, not by a huge amount but enough that two people could easily get in together without being squished. Mel and I had made good use of that fact in the past. It wasn't really the same without her, but it would still be nice just to soak in the warm water for a while and try to forget that I even had a job. I stripped out of my clothes as I ran the water, adding some bubble bath on a whim while the tub filled. I got it at exactly the perfect temperature where it was so hot I almost couldn't get in at first. For several minutes I sat slumped down in the tub with my eyes closed and the bubbles I'd added to the water covering me up to my neck. Gradually my mind cleared of the events of the day and wandered onto other things. As was not uncommon for me, some of those things were sexual. Originally it was simply recalling the events of the previous night and the fun I'd had with Mel. That progressed naturally to me once again analyzing just what her actual thoughts were on her sister. It probably wasn't something even she would understand fully, but I knew there was something interesting there; mainly because she didn't find the idea of viewing Cindy sexually to be completely sick. What that meant I wasn't sure, only that I'd be able to push a little further and see where it went without worrying about upsetting her too much. It was possible that my girlfriend really had put serious thought into this same subject long before and just didn't want to admit it to me. I didn't like that she'd hide stuff like that from me, but I could understand it in this case. Who wants to admit to perving on their own sister? My mind eventually wandered onto Cindy herself rather than the questions she raised, and once again I felt a little guilty seeing her the way I did. I reminded myself that Mel didn't seem to mind all that much, and Cindy herself had been encouraging me if anything. Still, an attraction to my girlfriend's little sister had to be treated carefully and left purely as a fantasy. As long as I did have the fantasy though.... I slid one hand between my legs and slowly stroked around the edges of my pussy. I wasn't really masturbating yet, just playing a little as images paraded through my head of Cindy and her overly provocative habits. Even though I'd never seen her naked, I had a reasonable idea what she looked like based on a combination of what I had actually seen and Mel's body, which would almost certainly be fairly similar. I went through some scenarios mentally of 'accidentally' catching Cindy while she was undressed or her wandering around the house in her underwear just to tease me. The fact that both of those things had already happened in less extreme ways made the fantasies just that little bit more plausible. Eventually I progressed to picturing Cindy naked on a bed in front of me, waiting for me to do anything I wanted to her. Before I really got anywhere with that I shifted gears and realized as long as it was my imagination, I could be a little more ambitious than that. Instantly the scene changed and instead of me with Cindy, it was Mel. The two sisters naked on the bed together and softly kissing each other while their hands roamed freely. Just the image made me shiver even in the warm bath water. I was initially going for a nice, slow build up, but that got tossed out pretty quickly as the idea of Mel and Cindy happily fucking each other took over. I rubbed my pussy faster and flicked my thumb over my clit at irregular intervals, my desire to get off having been upgraded to more of a need. Usually simply picturing sexy scenes didn't have nearly that kind of effect on me and I wished I knew exactly what it was that turned me on so much. What She Never Told Me Before I got too far I heard the sounds of someone out in the hallway and I slowed my movements as I listened to see if I could tell who it was. There weren't any real clues, no voices or anything, but then the door slowly opened and I knew it must be Mel when it didn't immediately shut again. "Hey baby, you gonna come join me?" I said, my eyes still closed and my fingers lazily toying with my clit. Maybe Mel wouldn't have the time to get in the bath with me, but if she did it wouldn't be too hard to convince her to help me out. Having her fingering me was always better than doing it myself. I wondered if she could tell I was playing with myself under the water. She knew me well enough she could probably guess even if she couldn't see. The sound of clothes coming off and falling to the floor made me smile since I knew it meant I'd get what I wanted after all. I could picture her even without looking, seeing each part of her becoming exposed in my mind as I heard the appropriate article of clothing being removed. It was only when she stepped into the tub that I finally cracked open my eyes. In hindsight maybe I should have made sure it was actually Mel when she had first come in since, predictably, it wasn't her. That was the second thing I noticed. The first being the pair of breasts that were directly in front of me for a second before vanishing under the obscuring film of bubbles. It didn't really matter though since I wasn't distracted for any significant length of time from the fact that I was now sharing my bath with a very naked Cindy. "Mmm, it's been a while since I took a bath, always forget how good it feels," she said. She didn't seem to be having the same mental shut down that I was experiencing, then again why would she since she had clearly known what she was doing whereas I was just now finding out. I couldn't actually see much of her now that she was sitting down, but I knew that there things down there I wanted to see. Not to mention I could feel her legs sliding against mine every time either of us moved. Her wet, slippery, and very naked legs. "You thought I was Mel, didn't you?" Cindy said after a moment of silence. Me staring like an idiot with my mouth hanging open probably gave that away even if nothing else did. "Um, yeah." "Do you want me to go?" She asked the question softly, in way that told me she didn't want to leave but would if that was my choice. That would have been the right thing to say at that point I suppose, but I didn't want to. Sure I might have to worry about how Mel would react if she found out, on the other hand the second sexiest girl I knew was naked in the bath with me and seemed perfectly happy there. "No," I said. "Good." That seemed to be enough for her and it left me with only the problem of figuring out what she wanted. Maybe she just decided to spend some time with me and didn't care that the setting wasn't really typical for getting to know someone. Mel had never given me reason to think that the two of them would have been raised without a normal sense of boundaries though so it was more likely something else. "I used to take baths with Mel sometimes back when she was home," Cindy continued. "It never seemed worth the effort on my own though." And now she was casually feeding my fantasies, not exactly what I needed my mind on at the moment. Not when I was still coming off an aborted masturbation session. "I can understand that," I said. "Yeah, I bet you can." Cindy shifted, placing her hands on either side of the tub to try and maneuver herself into sitting a little more upright. Instead she slipped and squealed as she dunked herself under the water. I was pretty sure it wasn't intentional, but when she slid under the water one of her legs was between mine and her foot ended up pressing firmly against my pussy. I gasped involuntarily as she used the leverage to help push herself back to her own side of the tub, and part of me wanted her to keep her foot right where it was. My attempt at ignoring the urge to masturbate was experiencing some serious setbacks. "Whoops." Cindy pushed her now wet hair back as she got resituated. "Wasn't expecting it to be that slippery." As she lifted her arms to adjust her hair, her breasts too were raised just high enough that the very top of her nipples became visible. There was no way I could stop myself from looking, from hoping I'd get to see even more. Soon though she had finished what she was doing and her chest dropped back under the water. "You're staring at me again," Cindy said. "You've been doing that a lot since I got here." "You haven't been making it easy not to," I countered. My eyes met hers and our gazes locked for a few seconds. I hoped I was right and she really was teasing me on purpose or things might get awkward. Suddenly Cindy burst out into a wide grin and I knew I was right. "Okay, maybe I was trying to get you to look," she said. "I just wanted to know if you were interested." "I... why would you want to know that?" "Because things could be a lot more fun if you were. And you don't have to look so terrified, I promise I'm not trying to ruin anything between you and my sister." "Then what are you doing?" I asked before I really thought about it. Cindy didn't answer, instead maneuvering herself again in the tub and this time having a much more successful time of it. She turned her body around until she was facing away from me and backed up until she was nearly on my lap. She pulled my unresisting arms around her waist and settled in against me. I was overwhelmed by the sudden contact between us, so many parts of our bodies touching and rubbing together in ways only wet, bare skin could. I wanted to both get away from Cindy before she dragged me further under her spell, and simultaneously take the opportunity to explore any part of her I could reach, which was most anywhere. In my state of confusion and moral dilemma I did neither and simply sat there frozen in indecision. Cindy didn't seem to have any of the same issues that I had though, no hesitation whatsoever. Even when her arm started moving in small, repetitive motions it took me a moment to clue in that she was playing with herself. "What are you doing?" I asked, the same words as before but with a different intent. "You can't expect me to be good forever can you?" she said. "Being naked in the bath with another girl, it does things to me. Can't help it." So at least part of her air of indifference was just an act, that was good to know. She was so casual around me it was nice to see that she was feeling some of the same things I was. As though drawn magnetically, one of my hands slid down from her waist to where her fingers were toying with her pussy. She gave no indication of minding or trying to push me away, and allowed my hand to cover hers. I followed her movements for a while, mimicking masturbating her without actually touching any of her sensitive areas. Then Cindy reversed the situation and clasped the back of my hand under her palm. I let her guide me where to touch her and where to put my fingers as if I was a complete novice at getting another girl off. I didn't care about any of that, or anything at all except for how I had full access to the pussy of the girl who'd been haunting my thoughts since she arrived. Full access to any part of her I chose, I suspected. "You're trouble, you know that?" I whispered into her ear from behind her. "And I thought I was bad." "Mm-hm, Mel used to tell me that a lot," Cindy said. My pussy was complaining vigourously at still being ignored, but what could I do? I couldn't reach it with Cindy where she was and I was far too busy dealing with her anyway. Gradually I stopped following her lead and concentrated on making her cum on my fingers, it became my only goal and I focused almost exclusively on it. She was so like Mel, but different too in ways I couldn't necessarily quantify. Her reactions were similar enough that I no trouble making her feel exactly the way I wanted her to and soon I was holding her right on the edge of orgasm. "Come on, do it," she begged, sensing me slow down as she got closer and closer. "Don't stop now." "I'm not gonna stop," I said. "Just want to make it better for you." My fingers flicked across her clit and over her pussy with a skill born of so many hours of practice, I had her right where I wanted her. For the first time since I met her the power was mine instead of hers and it was a very good feeling. The sensation of control lasted right up until the bathroom door swung open again and Mel walked in. I blanked instantly, desperately trying to figure out how to explain what was going on and coming up with nothing. She was going to be pissed, she had to be. Only she wasn't. The only thing I saw on her face was a mix of amusement and affection, directed either at one or both of Cindy and I. "That didn't take you long," Mel said softly, with just a hint of accusation. Mel looked at Cindy as she said it, but I couldn't see how her younger sister was responding since she was facing away from me. "Didn't mean to, I just found her in here and couldn't resist," Cindy said without the slightest tone of apology. "I should have known better than to leave you two alone I suppose," Mel said. "You seem to be getting along all right though, so I guess it doesn't matter too much." Mel bent down to kiss me and I accepted it automatically even though I couldn't figure out what the hell was happening. "We'll talk when you're done here okay?" she told me. "Okay," I said faintly. And that appeared to be the extent of her reaction. I didn't know what was expecting, but that wasn't it. All I could do was watch her as she walked out again and left Cindy and I to ourselves. "Guess we're done here then," Cindy said, sighing in resignation. "I know she's gonna really get annoyed if we take too long. I was hoping we'd be finished before she found us." "You don't think she's annoyed, or, you know, worse than that already?" "Nah. Well, a little. She knows I'm not patient though, I never had the restraint she did when I wanted something." I guess it was nice to be thought of as desirable, but the lack of any serious emotions from Cindy and Mel under the circumstances was getting to me too much to appreciate it. I almost wished one of them would yell or cry or... something just so I'd know what I was dealing with. Cindy tried to stand up, but didn't get very far with my arms still clasped around her waist. Even in my confusion I held onto her like she was my teddy bear, protecting me from imaginary danger. "Hey, let go," she said, tugging at my wrists. "Water's getting cold anyway. Can't stay here forever." "Can too," I mumbled a little childishly. Reluctantly I let go and Cindy made it to her feet in front of me. Even in my state the sight of her bare ass right in front of my face was enough to break through the whirling thoughts in my head and attract my attention. She was as unconcerned as ever about the show she was giving me as she unsteadily stepped out of the tub onto the bath mat. I had an excellent view of her butt the whole time she was toweling off, and I caught the occasional flash of breasts too. It reminded me exactly how much sway she held over my sense of judgement and why, even if I had the chance, I probably couldn't have done anything differently regardless of how the rapidly approaching conversation with Mel went. Finally Cindy was dry, or close enough to it, and left the room clad only in the towel that she'd wrapped around herself. I had no more excuses and hauled myself out of the tub with a self-indulgent groan. It was only when I reached for my towel that I realized Cindy had both used and taken it with her. "Brat," I muttered, unable to think of a more appropriate word. I dripped water over the floor as I got another towel out of the cupboard and dried myself off. I was torn between copying Cindy and just wearing the towel out, or taking the time to get dressed. It wasn't like either of the girls would be uncomfortable around me in a state of near-undress though, plus I really wanted to know what Mel was going to say, so I opted for the quicker option. It turned out they were both waiting for me in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Cindy was curled up in her corner with her hand between her legs and a contented smile on her face while Mel watched her. From the appearance of things it looked to me like Cindy had finished getting herself off without caring that her sister was right there beside her. I already knew she was far more free about showing off than most, but that was taking it a bit far. "It's really hard to get mad at her, you know?" Mel said softly as she noticed my arrival. "You learn to just go along with it." "Um, I'm a little confused," I said. A bit of an understatement. "I don't blame you," Mel said, directing her gaze at me. "I was going to try and explain everything properly, I really was. Someone got impatient though." Cindy adopted an innocent face at the offhand accusation, but she wasn't fooling anyone. "I was only helping," she said. "Sure you were baby," Mel said. "Anyway, Jen you're probably starting to understand that me and Cindy, we're not what you'd call completely normal for sisters." "Sort of, but I don't know what... I'm still not sure what's going on." That wasn't entirely true, I did have ideas as to what she meant. The way the two of them accepted sexual situations around each other so casually definitely implied some previous familiarity with them. Once again the sister fantasy I'd tested out on Mel flashed through my mind and the pieces fit together differently now that more was becoming clear. I still wasn't ready to take the logical progression further on my own though, and I waited for Mel to do it for me. "We could show you," Cindy suggested, already uncurling and moving toward Mel. Mel hesitated for only a split second, then shifted closer to her sister and I watched in fascination as they came together. It took a couple seconds to register what was happening as they kissed right in front of me, not in a sisterly way either but the way Mel and I might when we were alone. It was the sort of kiss I might have pictured when I was imagining the two sisters while I masturbated. After what seemed like far too long for either of them to still have any oxygen left in them they broke apart, though Cindy didn't go too far from her sister's side. As was becoming typical of the girl in my experience, her towel was exposing more and more skin, not to mention threatening to come undone at any time, and she made no move to fix it. "I should have known what would happen with you two left alone I suppose," Mel said. "How could I ever expect you to resist her when even I couldn't?" "That's what you wanted to happen anyway wasn't it?" Cindy said. "Don't know why you're going on like it's just me misbehaving as usual." "Because I wanted her to understand first," Mel told her sister. "I wanted her to be able to make the choice, which I guess she still has to." Suddenly they were both focused intently on me and I sense that something critical was about to happen. "Make what choice?" I asked. "Jen, I love you," Mel said. "But... I love my sister too. Not in quite the same way, not entirely, but it's something a lot of people wouldn't accept. I thought that you could, or I hoped you could I suppose. And after last night... I was sure you'd be okay. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't want to risk losing you." She was genuinely worried what I thought, even now after what I'd been doing with Cindy. But I could understand the fear she had, that fear that everyone probably has about letting anyone know their deepest secrets. It doesn't matter how much you trust someone, there are things that still aren't easy to share. "I understand," I said. "Or maybe... maybe I don't completely understand, but I'm okay with it." "See, told you she would be," Cindy interjected. "Who's gonna say no to getting both of us?" "Um, on that subject, what exactly is this going to mean for us?" I asked. Sure Mel had seemed fine with Cindy and me messing around, but I wasn't certain where the limits were. "Just what Cindy said," Mel told me as she rose from her seat. "You get both of us, if you want." Cindy stood too, and as she did her increasingly loose towel finally came apart leaving her naked in the middle of the room. She basked in the silent stares of both me and her sister for a moment, before turning and starting to walk away. "Meet you two in the bedroom?" she called behind her, clearly not expecting any argument. I stood watching her perfect ass swaying until Mel took my hand and tugged gently. She led me like a child through the hallway to our room where Cindy was waiting, having cleared any unnecessary obstacles off the bed onto the floor. I'd never been with more than one person at a time until then, and had no idea how it really worked. It turned out not to matter since the sisters took control and I willingly followed along. Mel started by removing my towel and letting it fall, leaving me as naked as Cindy. I got an appreciative look from the younger sister, who I belatedly remembered hadn't actually seen me without clothes on yet, and her approval meant more to me than I would have expected. All the time I'd spent thinking about her body and it never occurred to me to consider what she would think of mine. I was pushed onto the bed on my back by two sets of hands and the girls quickly crawled up beside me. Nearly simultaneously I felt their lips on my neck as they kissed and licked from my shoulders down to my chest. I had to close my eyes temporarily in an attempt not to get overwhelmed by all the sensations running through me. The sight of the two sexy girls side-by-side was too much for me when combined with their hands and mouths on my skin. Nipple play wasn't usually my thing. It felt good and everything, but I'd rather have my pussy being taken care of than my breasts. With two girls and a mouth for each nipple however, the experience was a different one entirely. I cracked open one eyelid, unable to resist taking a peek at my two lovers happily sucking away at the most sensitive areas of my chest. "Feel good baby?" Mel asked, lifting her head for a moment. "Mmm, so good," I said softly. I reached out to stroke Mel's hair lovingly. "You gonna get naked for me too?" "Anything you want," she said. Mel raised herself onto her knees and started pulling off her shirt. Cindy kept working on me for a moment, then joined her sister and helped remove the rest of her clothing. When they were done all three of us were completely naked, and more than a little horny. "How's that?" Mel asked me. Her and Cindy adopted identical poses, kneeling on the bed with their hands resting just above their knees and seductive smiles on their faces. Even if I somehow hadn't known they were sisters already, I would have been certain of it then. Other than their haircuts and Cindy's slightly less-developed figure the two of them could almost have been twins. There were other small difference of course, but they were only obvious to me because I knew Mel so well. "That's fucking hot," I said in response to my girlfriend's question. "Think so? What about this?" Mel half-turned toward Cindy and once again they kissed in front of me, only this time with no clothes between them. My clit throbbed almost painfully as I watched the sisters making out, hands roaming everywhere and soft moans escaping from their lips. I couldn't stand it any longer and I reached down to my pussy, I needed to get off so bad. What She Never Told Me "Ah ah," Mel said, quickly grabbing my wrist even though I could have sworn she wasn't paying attention. "That's our job tonight." "Looks like we should take care of her then," Cindy said with a giggle. "She's gonna explode otherwise." "I think you're right," Mel agreed. As one they pounced on me, Cindy returning to my neck and breasts while Mel started at my waist and kissed her way down my leg. My girlfriend insisted on teasing me a little longer, not going straight to my pussy but all around it instead. I was ready to grab her hair and forcibly position her where I wanted her, but Cindy was pinning one of my arms in place and I couldn't reach properly with the other. I was stuck with wiggling my hips and hoping she'd take pity on me soon. "Poor girl, you want it pretty bad don't you?" Mel said. "You know damn well I do," I said. I expected a little more from her before giving in, but to my surprise she leaned back down and immediately I felt her tongue on my clit. That was all it took, a few seconds of stimulation and I came massively under the combined assault of both girls. I rode the wave of pleasure, aware only of my clit and breasts as they continued to be licked and sucked while everything else faded beyond my ability to register it. Mel knew my body and my reactions as well as I knew hers so she must have known when I was starting to come down, but instead of easing off she licked even more furiously. Two of her fingers pushed their way easily inside my wet pussy and she started finger-fucking me along with everything else. I tried to tell her to stop, to slow down at least, but I couldn't. Before I was ready for it I was cumming again, more intensely than any time before in my life, and still they didn't let up. My third orgasm blurred together with the second and I could hear my own voice moaning something incomprehensible, even I didn't know what I was trying to say. I felt like I couldn't possibly withstand the pleasure coursing through me, couldn't last much longer without slipping fully away from consciousness, yet somehow I didn't quite pass my limits. Either because she knew me better even than I thought, or just because I was lucky, Mel relented finally and eased me back into reality. Once I was capable of taking in my surroundings again I saw both her and Cindy beside me looking pleased with themselves and just a tiny bit concerned. "You okay baby?" Mel asked, stroking my hair with one hand in a very motherly way. "I'm fucking great," I murmured. "That pretty much wiped me out though." "Mm-hm, that's what we were going for. We wanted your first time with both of us to be memorable." "That was so cool," Cindy added. "I've never seen anyone go like you did, you were totally out of it for a few minutes." "What can I say, you two did good," I said. "Thanks," Mel said. "Now, I think I need someone to take care of me." She looked at her Cindy, the only realistic choice at the moment, who didn't hesitate at all before launching herself at her sister. They went down together on the mattress, giggling and moaning softly as they tangled together. For a few minutes I was able to watch and appreciate the beauty of the scene on a not-totally-sexual level since I was already fully sated. The sheer love and lust I saw in both girls as they kissed and fondled and groped each other was amazing. I wondered if Mel and I would look like that to someone watching us, or if there was something specific about their sisterly relationship that made it even more fascinating. Certainly they shared something that no couple I knew never could, and I couldn't help a small part of me feeling jealous about that. However, that jealousy was insignificant next to the knowledge of just how lucky I was, not to mention that Cindy most likely was jealous of me as well for being able to be with Mel publicly. Nothing in the world was perfect, but what the three of us now shared was pretty close. Despite my certainty that it wasn't possible, I started getting horny again at the close-up show I was getting. Mel and Cindy had locked themselves in a sixty-nine position and were busy licking and fingering each other frantically. It wasn't usually my favorite position either to be in or to watch, but it had its benefits when both people involved just wanted to get off as fast as possible. Plus when it came to the two of them, I could watch them doing pretty much anything naked and be entertained for hours, if not longer. Mel was the first to reach orgasm, unsurprising since her last one would have been longer ago than Cindy's, but it didn't signal the end or even hint at them winding down. I couldn't be entirely sure how long they went, only that each of them came at least twice before they finally disengaged. "Fuck," Mel breathed eloquently. "Yeah," Cindy said. No one moved for a few moments until I summoned up the energy to crawl over beside Mel and lie down beside her. Before I got properly settled in, Cindy climbed over her sister and squished herself neatly in between us. "Brat," I said, sensing that the word might become more common in my vocabulary in the future. Cindy only giggled tiredly and happily let Mel curl up to her while I relented and did the same on my side. "You get used to it," Mel said. "She likes being the centre of attention." "So I gathered," I said. "At least now there's two of us to gang up on her when she gets too obnoxious." "Hey!" Cindy protested. "Only joking, my favoritest little sister," Mel placated, kissing her gently for good measure. "Mostly." I grinned as I listened to the two of them poking at each other. I revised my earlier thought slightly, still convinced that nothing was truly perfect, but ready to admit that sometimes it didn't need to be. Sometimes a little imperfection was more interesting.