Tim Peterson - First time for daughter

"I didn't know you missed it that much."

"I didn't know, either."

"What happened?"

Well, what had happened? Beth wondered. Had it been Lisa, stirring up all those incestuous memories? Or had something in the marriage gone stale? Or was it simple middle-age craziness?

In response to Blanche's question. Beth simply rolled a shoulder and smiled. "Who knows? Let's just suck."

Blanche gave her throaty laugh and turned around, straddling her sister's shouldcrs. Crouching over Beth, she slid a hand underneath and cuddled the swelling folds of her cunt.

"I'll make myself wet."

"I'll do that," Beth breathed. She thrust her pussy up and out, spreading wide and trigging herself hotly. "Eat me out, sweet thing. Jut eat me!"

Blanche lowered her upper body. Her hanging tits settled onto Beth's tummy, her head between her sister's thighs. She placed her fingertips to either side of Beth's percolating pussy. She inhaled deeply of the aromatic richness, and it compelled, her to lower her own pussy toward Beth's waiting, wanting and wicked mouth.

Over twenty years since their last go-around, but Beth felt right at home. No surprise really, she thought now. How many hours had they spent in positions similar to this? And at such impressionable ages, how could any of it ever escape them?

She fairly trembled as she flicked her tongue out to lick at Blanche's spread pussy. She felt the human electricity of the intimate contact, felt it surge up through her body as Blanche's mouth settled on her pussy.

Beth's lust claimed her with a hot intensity and she went to the attack. She gobbled the hairy mound of Blanche's pussy repeatedly into her mouth, gnawing at the excited cunt-flesh, sucking out the rich pussy-juices.

Blanche squirmed atop her, feeding pussy into Beth's mouth as she feasted on the luscious spread of hot cunt under her face. With her fingertips, she pulled Beth's pussy wide open and dug in with loving lips.

Beth spread the pussy before her face too, running her tongue up and down the fuck-slit and working it time and time again against her sister's swollen clit.

Both of them wished for the pleasures to go on and on. They had gone too long without. There seemed to be so much to catch up on, so much joy gone unharvested.

Beth sighed. "I want you to come and come and come," she said dreamily.

"We won't stop until we're bushed, okay?" Beth grinned. All this time, and they were still on the same track. "Okay," she said.

Mouth to pussy, female tongues on feminine flesh, they sought out one another's rapture and brought it pulsing into being.

They rolled onto their sides and, even though sated, they went after a second climax. It seemed to be bubbling just below the surface, and it was. In practically no time at all, Beth and Blanche were gulping in the liquids of an even deeper climax.

Beth swung herself around and lay down face to face with her older sister. Lips coated with pussy juice, they savored a raunchy kiss. On top of Blanche. Beth moved her pussy against the other.

"Yeah!" Blanche smiled. "More!"

Later, contentment found them lying face to face on the blanket. Each had her head pillowed on an arm. They were holding hands. "I've been here before," Beth confided. "I figured."

"With Buddy."

"I wondered who the tracks in the sand belonged to."

"You're not shocked then."

"Only a little surprised."

"It was kind of sudden, but I couldn't resist."

"I've found myself tempted by Sam a few times," Blanche said openly. "I suppose it's only a matter of time. And desire. How was young Buddy, by the way?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" Beth suggested.

Blanche smiled, rolled onto her back and gave a sleepy squirm. "I could use a good young man. A good hard cock."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige."

"What about Matt?"

"I'm sure he would be, too."

"I mean, how much does he know?"

"Plenty. He took Lisa's cherry last week. That is, she gave it to him. It was her idea."

"She sounds like one of us."

"She is. And more."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that. She's more. Wilder, bolder… there's no telling where it will lead."

"Sounds interesting. Maybe I'll stick around and see what happens."

It was vacation time, but there was work to do – chores really – around the stable, wood to gather for the fireplace, hoeing in the vegetable garden, other things. One thing Matt wanted to do was replenish his artist friend's supply of winter firewood, used to heat the studio. He used that afternoon to get started, and Buddy and Sam pitched in to help.

That kind of threw a wrench into Lisa's plans. She'd been hoping to catch her cousin alone as soon as possible and find out just what he was made of. Or make something of him, whatever the case might be. It was doubly frustrating when she took into account Sam's obvious interest in her.

By late that afternoon, she had decided that she wasn't going to wait another day. And she wanted to do it right, too, which meant that she had some preparing to do. For the most part, it involved Buddy.

When Buddy went into the bathroom to shower before dinner, Lisa gave him a minute and slipped in alter him. He had already drawn the curtain and stepped under the spray, allowing her to strip and sneak in behind him. She covered his eyes with her hands and chirped: "Guess who!"

"I don't care who," he answered, "as long as you'll wash my back."

"I'll wash your back if I can wash your front," Lisa said.

He turned his back to the nozzle. "Now, what do you really want?" he asked.

"How do you know it isn't you?"

"Because you've had me, and you've got eyes for cousin Sammy."

"You're so smart," she said impudently. He grinned, handed her a bar of soap and turned his back. She began to give him a lather. "I need a favor," she confided.

"Uh-huh."

"Make yourself scarce after bedtime tonight, okay?"

"Gonna pay Sammy a little visit?"

"One he'll never forget," she vowed.

"And where am I supposed to go?"

"Do I have to figure out everything?" she complained.

"You want the favor."

Typically, he was being difficult. Probably still thought of her as the spoiled brat. But no matter. Lisa was more than equal to the challenge.

Lisa worked the bar of soap into the crack of her brother's ass a few times, then went to work on the lather. She eased up close to one side, looking past his shoulder to his cock as she sawed her hand in and out of his ass-cleft. His prick was lifting out and up with straining arousal.

"You could slip in and pay Blanche a visit. She might get lonesome without me."

"You been fucking her, too?" Buddy asked. "No, but it's a thought. When she and Mom got back from their picnic, I saw her watching you lugging firewood around. She's interested."

Buddy turned his back to the spray again, letting it rinse him off as he considered what she'd said. For her part, she was showing greater interest in his stiffening prick. It was really coming along.

"Interested," be said, "but willing?"

Lisa was lazily soaping his upper body. "Didn't it seem to you that she and Mom were gone an awful long time?" she said.

"Were they?"

"And don't think it wouldn't have to mean anything. I think Mom might be a whole lot wilder than you might guess."

"You think so, huh?"

If she hadn't become so preoccupied by the spectacle of his hardening cock-meat, she probably would have noticed the barely hidden meaning in his answer. She slid the soap back along the top of his cock-shaft, twisted her wrist and drew it back ahead on the underside. She touched his balls with it, too.

"I'd say it goes for Blanche, too," she went on.

"Takes one to know one, I suppose," Buddy remarked.

"So will you give me and Sam some space?" She had set the soap aside and was moving her hand to and fro on his prick, and underneath with each stroke to his balls, working up a lather on his cock-flesh and a full-fledged hardness within.