Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

"It's only fair to share."

PJ frowned. "I'll bet you still think of me as your little baby sister, don't you, Maggie? Silly little PJ. Aren't I right?"

Maggie smiled. "You'll always be my baby sister."

"Well, I'm not such a baby," PJ declared. "I mean, you remember how quiet and sedate everything was in Boise, when we were in school? It's a lot different out here. Kids grow up faster. You know what I mean?"

"I don't know if I do," Maggie soothed. "But if there's anything that bothers you, why don't we talk about it?"

"Okay. It's been about eight months ago, I guess. I was down on the beach with some of the kids. You know? Having a little picnic in the fall? Anyway, I met this guy. He was sitting on a rock above where we were, and he was wearing a black cowboy hat, strumming on a guitar. God, Maggie, he was beautiful. Curly hair, big lost eyes, a brave smile. I went up to talk to him – I just left my friends, see, and I went up to meet him. He played some songs for me. My friends finished their lunch and left, didn't even call up to me, and I sat there talking to this guy and listening while he played his guitar."

"Well, he sang a lot of songs for me. One, especially, about no more wild horses on Wild Horse Road. Did you know that they're butchering all those beautiful mustangs and turning them into dog food? Jesus, it makes me sick even to think of it. I could never own a dog now."

Maggie nodded understandingly and her fingers combed through PJ's dark hair. The younger girl got the message and returned to her story.

"So. He played all these songs he'd written, like that one, and I fell in love with his heart, sitting up there above the beach. In Boise I'd never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but, Maggie – we made love in the back of his van, oh, four or five times running. And then he put his guitar into its case and drove me home, and I never saw him again."

Maggie shook her head. So PJ was no longer a virgin. Well, it had to happen to everyone, she supposed, but still it was a shock to find out that her little sister had grown up as to have known the love of a man. "And you miss him now?"

"Of course not!" PJ snapped. "For one thing, I found out that all those songs he'd played for me and said were his own were actually written by other people. The son of a bitch had just learned them from records and used them to bowl over starry eyed young chicks. Dummies, like me. And – this is going to shock you, but I want you to know – he also gave me the clap. I got over it. There's a clinic kids can go to and they don't tell the parents anything."

Maggie was shocked indeed. Venereal disease was something that happened in slums, not to her sister. If that awful boy were here now, she'd claw him to pieces! Or possibly she'd invite Christina to help. The red-haired girl swung both ways but she had a strong lesbian inclination and sometimes she could be downright sadistic, especially toward men.

Maggie looked into PJ's face and saw that her sister was crying. Impulsively, she got up and hugged PJ's head against her chest, patting the temple while the girl sobbed. "It's all right," Maggie consoled her. "I'm sorry it had to happen to you, but it's not the end of the world, baby. You didn't tell Mom about this, did you?"

"How could I?" PJ sobbed, her cheek lying on the rise of Maggie's left tit, her nose brushing the brown nipple that stood up bare and tingly. "She wouldn't understand."

"No," Maggie agreed, "she probably wouldn't. Oh, baby, you should have written to me, told me about it. Maybe I could have come to you sooner." She petted her sister gently, trying to soothe away the pain the young girl obviously felt.

"That's not all," PJ went on. "I haven't been able to look at a guy since. I'm afraid of them."

"It'll pass, honey, it'll pass."

PJ's head shook in determination. "I hope it never does." She fought herself free and looked up at Maggie. Her hands locked on her sister's wrists. "Maggie," she announced, "I've found something so much better." Her fingers skated up Maggie's arms, dancing onto the curves of her sister's little tits. She closed the palms in a cupping hold of Maggie's tits and got to her feet.

"That's why I told you all this," she husked. "Because when I saw you standing there with nothing on, I-I knew – that…" Her lips moved forward, ending the uncompleted sentence with a kiss that seemed to burn Maggie's mouth like hot oil.

"Nnnnn," Maggie whimpered as her sister nuzzled her frantically. She wriggled and fought but it we no good. Her mind told her this was crazy but her body was responding to PJ's eager, amateurish caresses.

PJ's head drew back. "I met a girl at school," she breathed passionately, "and she showed me what to do. Maggie, you've never refused me anything before in our lives. Don't start now! Please! Just let me kiss you and hold you and touch you. You're so beautiful and you're my sister, so how can it be wrong?"

"Oh," Maggie whimpered, "no, PJ, no, baby!" But her traitorous hands were slipping the safari jacket off PJ's rounded shoulders and her lips were making straight for her sister's brown candy nipples.

PJ squealed as Maggie began to suckle and she reached to unhook her slacks. They were baggy and they fell with no trouble at all. Her hands flailed across the bed and clothes and packages flew in every direction. "Love me, Maggie, please!" she begged, and how could Maggie refuse so heartfelt a request from her cherished sister?

In a moment the bed was cleared and Maggie and PJ were stripped of their tangling clothes. The younger girl lay breathless, unable to believe that the visiting sister had actually consented to make PJ's dream come true.

They clung together, bare legs entwined, hands stroking everywhere. Maggie took PJ's fingers and made them fondle the plump, thin-haired bulge of her cunt, rubbed them across the winking lips until they sank inside.

"Oh," PJ whispered, "you're so soft – just like satin." Her fingers explored the hole they had discovered, and one of them came upon Maggie's clitoris. The first shy touch made the older sister jerk in delight and PJ did it again for good luck. Maggie clutched the hand that fingered her and pressed it deeper, harder to its work.

"Tell me you don't hate me," PJ implored between sucking kisses. "Tell me you still love me, Maggie."

"Of course I do," Maggie slurred in reply, her lips eagerly skimming along PJ's cheek, making for the young girl's ear. She seized upon the sensitive lobe and worried it until PJ quivered delightfully.

Their cunts scraped together, nipples bumping, and Maggie reached to cup her sister's cunt. They were so soft yet so firm, all at the same time, so round, so pretty, almost exactly the same size as her own. So comfortable to hold, so nice to kiss and suck. Now she knew, knew for the first time, why Belinda and Christina could never get enough of her little tits. They were made to be fondled and kissed, just the right sine for a tiny female hand.

"PJ," Maggie husked, "I'm going to lick you and kiss you and suck you. I'm going to make you scream and cry and beg for more, and when you do, I'm going to give it to you – all you can take and then some!"

She grabbed a handful of PJ's cunt. The hair on the younger girl's pussy was dark and thick, clustering around her pink gash and in the crevice of her slit. PJ's cunt mound was alive with excitement and her gash was very damp. Maggie brought her nose close and sniffed, filling her head with her sister's pussy aroma. Sweet, sweet pussy.

She slid her nose along the wet slit, burrowing it into PJ's hole, letting her tongue trail in support. PJ kicked her feet but she kicked them wide, opening her cunt to her sister's lovemaking.

Maggie's fingers slid into the gash, rubbing the slick young-girl folds and crevices of PJ's cunt. She felt a complementary wellness oozing out of the tiny, tight hole, and her fingers gravitated toward it. She worked one inside the opening, spreading it gently, PJ whining and keening in satisfaction as Maggie played. The fingers slid in knuckle deep and moved in soft, reaming action, feeling the little cunt suck ravenously at its intruding presence.