Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

Anyway, Blanche was moved into Lisa's room, which they would share. Part of Buddy's room was given over to cousin Sam, and from there on they were as good as a family of six.

Blanche didn't turn in until late, as she and Beth had stayed up, talking. Lisa didn't notice. In her dreams, she was already seducing Sam.

And in Beth's dreams, well, Beth's dreams were memories. Memories of another time long go, so long ago that they sometimes felt like a part of another life. Much like her experiences with Uncle Dan had. It was strange, though.

Blanche had come to visit before without these memories welling up.

Sunday morning, with the kids out by the pool and Matt poking around in the studio, Beth and Blanche packed a picnic lunch. They took a couple of horses out of what was left of the stable area and went riding. Around noon, they reached the swimming hole.

"Oh, Beth!" Blanche enthused. "It's lovely!"

"I thought you might enjoy a return to happier times, even if it is vicariously."

Blanche turned to Beth with a fond look. "Sis, you turned out okay, you know that?"

"I guess I had a good influence," Beth complimented.

With their horses side by side, Blanche leaned over and kissed Beth on the cheek. Beth slipped an arm about her and they hugged in sisterly fashion.

They decided then to step down and have their picnic. Beth spread a blanket and they sat cross-legged across from one another. Last night, Blanche had talked herself out about the divorce. Now they caught up on one another's gossip, and then even that was done. Setting the basket aside, they lounged together in the sun, sipping wine.

"This spot is really amazing," Blanche said.

"It's so much like that place on Uncle Dan's ranch."

"Mm-hm."

"Funny. All of a sudden it feels just like yesterday."

"I know."

Blanche looked at Beth with sparkling green eyes. Framed by a tousled cloud of reddish brown hair, she was remarkably attractive, with hardly a hint of aging anywhere. Her expression was intimate, maybe a little playful, and wicked.

"Still got the hots for me?" Blanche asked. "It's starting to feel like it."

"You know, I took it all kind of lightly at the time, you wanting me like you did. I hope you're not mad."

"You had the right attitude. You kept it fun for us both."

"I could use some of that now," Blanche confessed.

"I know. I mean, I sensed it last night. If somebody is primed for some love and lust, it's you."

"I hope I'm not imposing," Blanche remarked, still one for keeping it light.

"I insist," Beth answered, still one to let her pussy do her thinking for her.

She shifted closer to her sister on the blanket.

Each resting on her side, up on an elbow, they met face to face, noses practically touching.

"Think we still remember how?" Beth teased. "We figured it out once – we can do it again."

Cocking her head slightly, Beth let her lips go to Blanche's. The first time around it had taken a few moments of preliminary nuzzling and kissing before the giddy teenagers dared to make lip-to-lip contact. Women now, the direct approach was the only way to begin.

Memories became reality with the joining of their velvet lips, and inside each woman was a long-dormant flame burst into life. The temptation of girl – girl, sister – sister sex claimed them both, and it was not about to let go.

Beth flicked her tongue outward and felt the press of Blanche's lips as she claimed it. Their wily probes coiled as the kiss deepened. It was a moment of getting re-acquainted, not quite soulful just yet. There was no rush.

"I don't think we've forgotten much," Blanche observed.

Beth laughed throatily and proceeded to smooch her way across Blanche's cheek, down onto her neck. Blanche let her head roll back and Beth licked up over the pulse point on the older ones throat.

Their mouths met and joined again and now the feverishness of rising desire was there. A lasting kiss that had been seductive was now demanding and horny, from both sides, although hot quite equally.

Perhaps from a greater emotional need for loving contact, Blanche's ardor was somewhat greater. Flicking her tongue at the wet warmth of her sister's mouth, she swept a hand up Beth's body. She began pulling at the buttons of the younger woman's shirt.

Beth sank onto her back on the blanket and let Blanche pull her shirt open, bare her tits, ogle them.

"Oh, your gorgeous tits!" Blanche murmured lovingly, running a hand over and around them. "Still in great shape."

"Miss having them to play with?"

"Them, and you, and your pussy."

"Go for it. I know I will when I get the chance."

"I'm gonna strip you naked," Blanche told her, rising into her knees.

"Love it," Beth said, leering.

Starting at Beth's feet, Blanche worked her way up. Boots, socks, jeans, panties. Beth rolled over to let Blanche pull the shirt from her back, then she rolled away again, slowly, temptingly, first from the waist down, then letting her upper body twist over, too. Languishing on her back, Beth gazed up at her sister.

Blanche's roving stare was like a caress on her bare skin. Wherever Blanche was looking, Beth could feel it. On her thighs, her pussy-mound, her tummy, her tits. It was wild.

Then Beth was feeling the roving caress of Blanche's hand. She played it up Beth's body, over her tits, then slowly back down in a straight line toward the younger sister's crotch. Beth stirred with need and anticipation. It was getting wilder.

Through contentedly slitted eyes, she saw Blanche bend forward and begin licking at the filled-out charms of her tits. She had forgotten nothing of what she'd learned of those either, whisking her tongue up to the stiffening nipples and circling the pulpy buds with quick flutters of the pink, wet tip.

Down below, Beth was spreading her legs and tilting her crotch up to the approaching hand. Blanche's fingers combed into the tuft of Beth's cunt-bush and lingered there, stroking in lazy circles, holding back from the pussy itself while teasing sweetly.

Squirming, Beth slinked the fingers of her hand into Blanche's lush mane of hair. "Play with my pussy," she said in a vaguely needy tone.

Blanche did not resist. She eased her fingers down onto the puffed-up folds of Beth's cunt and simply held her sister down there. Beth moved against the long, slender fingers, perhaps impatiently. Blanche bubbled with soft, throaty laughter. Some things didn't change, and Beth's eagerness for pussy-pleasure was one of them.

Continuing to mouth Beth's tits, Blanche began to stroke her fingertips up and down on the ridges and hollows of Beth's rising and falling cunt. Settling on the younger one's clit area, she rubbed into the sensitive pussy structure with rotating motions. Ever eager for greater sensation, Beth ground her pussy in the opposite direction.

With Beth's nipples hard and jutting out from the cones of her tits in bold fashion, Blanche lifted from them. As she took her hand away from the heating pussy, Beth slid her own hand down to finger-fuck herself.

"Just wanted to get a little more comfy," Blanche explained, opening her shirt.

"My pleasure," Beth smiled.

Watching Blanche undress, she saw that her sister had been taking care of herself, as well. But if anything, she looked better now than she had then. Her jutting tits appeared fuller, not as firm but more inviting, somehow. The hips had taken on a huskier flare, making for a broader and sexier ass. As a woman, Blanche had come into her own. So had Beth. In fact, they'd become almost mirror images of one another. "God, you look good," Beth couldn't help saying.

"You look good," Blanche insisted. "Real good. Good enough to eat."

"Oh, give me some pussy, too," Beth answered. "I've been waiting to taste you again for so long."