Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

"Yes…" said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women… and we're both getting shortchanged by our husbands!"

Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She seemed to be moving closer. She felt a curious kind of rapprochement to the auburn-haired woman who had married her older brother. "How terrible…" she thought. She felt confused, and a little guilty, as if she herself were to blame for Susan's unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's sister.

"You're right…" Tricia said. She suddenly wished she hadn't drunk so much. For some reason she wanted to have a very clear head right now. Perhaps she and Susan could figure something out together if only she could think clearly. But she couldn't think at all. She was acutely aware of her body and of the proximity of her sister-in-law. She felt overly warm even though she knew that the main heat of the day had passed. There was a stillness in the air that made it seem like something was going to happen.

"You have beautiful breasts," Susan said, "A beautiful body that must be why Ike is always after you!"

"Oh…" Tricia replied, not knowing quite what to say.

"Look!" Susan cried suddenly. "Look at my breasts… Do you find them unattractive?" Defiantly, Susan ripped off the top of her bathing suit displaying the round firm orbs of her naked breasts to Tricia's wondering eyes.

Tricia suddenly realized that Susan was at least as inebriated as she was. She found herself doing as she was told, looking at the creamy skinned breasts with their pointed nipples. "They're exquisite!" Tricia thought… and "They're so close I could reach right out and touch them!"

"Why… why they're lovely…" Tricia stammered. "Just lovely… I… something must be wrong with Jamie not to want to touch them… I mean…" Tricia didn't know just what she meant, but suddenly she knew that she wanted to touch them… they looked so unreal right there in front of her, staring her in the face… and Susan just sitting there with her beautiful long hair, her finely modeled features… her lash-fringed green eyes…! She began to undo her own top… she would show Susan, she felt, that she was certainly not more beautiful in that department!

The polka-dotted top fell away and so Tricia half sat up to remove it completely, the dizziness returned. Her breasts were caressed by the cooling air and she felt her nipples constricting.

"Ohhhh!" Susan cried at the sight of her new found confidante's golden tipped breasts. They were slightly bigger than her own, and whereas hers were definitely of a round melon shape, Tricia's were uptilted like big ripe pears. "They're pretty!" she declared, and then laughing, she reached out and tweaked Tricia's right nipple. She laughed again, tossing her head back with delight.

"God, what have we been being so serious about!" she giggled. Tricia returned her touch, and for a few moments they were like schoolgirls… each one exploring the full rounded firmness of the other's breasts.

Although neither one of them knew just how it happened, in a few minutes they were all over each other, tumbling over and over in the soft grass. Susan had slipped off the tiny bottom of her bikini and while pressing her lips with soft persistency upon Tricia's helped her to slip hers off too. An urgent hand explored the tingling crevice of Tricia's golden pussy and she, mimicking the touch, cupped Susan's auburn-haired mound in her hand. It felt divine!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"

Tricia was inundated by Susan's personal scent. She rolled over and followed a natural inclination, slid her head downwards along Susan's quivering belly until she reached the warm wet pussy stretched out before her.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh…" Susan sighed. "Oh, Tricia…"

Tricia began to nuzzle into the sweetness of the wonderful cunt that lay before her. She began with a tender lapping of her tongue. Susan closed her eyes and the now steadily licking sent chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest but then she fell back with a sigh of resignation as the incredible feeling of her sister-in-law's soft wet lips pressing tightly against her naked pussy continued. The swirling sensation began to build in her wide spread loins and although she still felt a soreness in her behind she ignored it and spread her legs still wider.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a long soulful sigh.

Tricia was mesmerized by the taste that seeped into her hungry mouth. It was familiar and yet at the same time totally foreign to her. It was easy to know what to do to please the slightly older woman… she just did what she thought she herself would like to have done. Taking Susan's pointed little clitoris between her teeth, she moaned and writhed slowly on the moist grass down between Susan's trembling legs.

She was aware of the fact that the very thought of what she was doing would have horrified her had anyone suggested it under other circumstances… yet now, she was completely immersed in her sinful behavior, as surely as her face was immersed in her brother's wife's flamingly aroused pussy!

Susan shifted her long legs nervously, feeling herself melting with pleasure. She knew she ought to push Tricia away… yet hadn't she herself begun their lewd embraces… hadn't this been what she'd wanted? No… she couldn't give up this new sensation… it had been so long since she'd felt anything approximating this bliss! Slowly, she put her hands down, pulling Tricia's head closer into her straining pussy! She could feel her husband's sister's beautiful blonde hair running through her fingers, and she felt Tricia licking still harder at the most sensitive places in her vagina in response to her touch.

"Oh, darling!" she cried, wriggling her hips upward… "Oh, darling!"

"So long, old pal!"

Both John and his friend Jack were staggering a little as they said good-bye to each other. But it didn't seem to matter. They were both feeling so good that nothing could spoil it.

"Christ, was there anything wrong with feeling good!!?" John thought as he wandered aimlessly in the direction he thought his daughter and daughter-in-law had taken. He couldn't exactly recall which way it was, but he figured he'd find them somewhere around the lake. There was no one around for miles and he enjoyed the feeling of privacy it gave him, and stopped to relieve himself against a big oak tree. Readjusting his pants, he continued his search for the two women. He was beginning to get a little worried, when he suddenly heard Susan's voice.

"Oh, God… Tricia… Oh! Oh your tongue!!!"

He didn't really pay any attention to the meaning of the words. He was just glad he'd finally found them and that they could start homeward. He parted the dense foliage surrounding them and came upon a scene which he knew instantly would change his entire life!

Before him were the nakedly squirming buttocks of a petite but voluptuously formed woman. He knew them to be his daughter's before he knew anything else. Hadn't he eyed their tender shapes enough times in various kinds of clothing? Hadn't he imagined to himself just how they would appear completely nude… and didn't the heavenly shapes before him live up to those imaginings, tender curve for tender curve… right down to the pale rosy hue of each softly jiggling cheek?

"Jesus Christ!" something inside his head screamed although he himself remained silent. The complete scene was apparent to him now. His own daughter was kneeling completely naked in front of him, spreading Jamie's wife's legs out still wider as she bent between them, her breasts dangling down to touch the insides of the curvaceous young woman's shapely thighs!

John's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Tricia's head burrowed down and was buried still deeper between Susan's wide-stretched thighs. He saw Susan let her head fall back again on the grass, and heard a stream of babbling sounds pour forth from her mouth.