Kathy Andrews: Finally with mom

Peggy paid for the lunch and convinced Arlene to leave her car there and ride with her. She felt concerned for her sister as she drove home. Arlene leaned against her door and sobbed softly all the way.

Peggy pulled into the drive of her own home, seeing the garage door up and her son's bicycle gone. That was best, because Arlene didn't want to see anyone, not in her present condition. Peggy held her sister's hand as they entered the house, and didn't resist when Peggy had her sit on the couch. Peggy perched on the coffee table, facing her sister.

"Now, tell me about it, Arlene," she insisted in a gentle voice.

"Oh, Peggy!" Arlene sobbed. "I don't understand it, myself. With my first husband, I enjoyed… I mean, I always had… God, this is so shameful!"

Peggy waited, knowing her sister would eventually tell her what it was.

Arlene sobbed into her hands for a while. She was dressed in a becoming sheath, with slits up both sides of the skirt. Her flawlessly shaped tits were cupped tightly, their contours exposed. Peggy noticed the creaminess of Arlene's thigh.

"Okay," Arlene said, swallowing her sobs as she lifted her shoulders with determination. "The fact is, Peggy, I've not had one… you know, orgasm, since I've been married."

"You haven't?" Peggy asked, surprised.

Arlene shook her head, her wheat-blonde hair dancing gently on her shoulders. "Not once, with my present husband. I had them all time with my first husband, but now I never have them. It's driving me out of my mind, Peggy, and I don't know what to do."

Peggy didn't, either.

She and Arlene had never enjoyed intimate talks before, especially about sex. She wasn't sure how to answer her sister.

"I get these crazy, wild ideas in my head," Arlene went on. "I mean some really weird fantasies I never used to have them, but being married to my present husband, well… I don't come, and these fantasies are in my head and I'm about to… oh, Peggy, what's wrong with me?"

Peggy leaned forward and held her sobbing sister in her arms. She caressed and stroked her back, her arms. She held Arlene's head against her tits, feeling the shudders go through her slim body. She had not known Arlene was so sensual, so hot-blooded. This was a revelation.

"I've always wanted, needed, sex, Peggy," Arlene mumbled against her sister's tits. "For as long as I can remember, I've been out of my mind with desire. That's why I married at eighteen. I know I surprised you and a few others, but that was why I did it. All those boys at school, wanting to do it to me, always kissing me and feeling me and they'd get so hard and put my hand on their… down there, and I'd find it in my hand and I'd be pumping them and trying to keep their hands from under my dress and… ohhhh, Peggy, I loved it! I loved holding them and jerking them and making them come. And all the time, I was about to melt with heat and…"

Peggy pushed her sister away, looking into her tormented face, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes. She held Arlene by her shoulders, looking hard, searching for herself in those eyes.

"I think I understand, Arlene," she said softly. "I'm sure I understand now."

"No, you don't!" Arlene wailed. "It isn't just that I can't seem to come anymore, ft's… it's something else, too."

"Tell me," Peggy whispered softly, running her hand through her sister's silky blonde hair.

"I can't!" Arlene wailed, the sound tortured. "I just can't!"

Peggy held her sobbing sister again, caressing her soft hair and down her back, letting Arlene cry it out. Her hand wandered lower, and she felt the rise of her sister's hip. She felt, too, the trembling against her, heard a quick intake of breath against her tit.

"Peggy," Arlene said in gulping, sobbing, softness. "When we were young, I… remember how sometimes we had to sleep in the same bed?"

"I remember," Peggy said.

It had not happened often, but sometimes Arlene would sneak into bed with her at night, cuddling warmly.

"I used to… oh, I'm so ashamed!"

"It's okay, Arlene," Peggy soothed. "It's okay."

"No, it isn't! Peggy, I can't keep it to myself any longer. I've got to tell you."

"Then tell me," Peggy urged.

"You're going to hate me," Arlene whispered. "You're going to really hate me, I know."

"No, I won't," Peggy assured her sister.

Peggy waited, stroking her sister, sliding her palm up and down her back and side, touching her hip lightly.

"I used to…" Arlene drew in a deep breath. "It was so nice being close to you in that narrow bed. I loved to feel you next to me. You were so warm and comforting. One time, I… oh, Peggy, I touched you!"

"Touched me? Where?"

"On your… between your legs," Arlene sobbed pitifully.

Surprise showed in Peggy's eyes. She hadn't known that.

"I wanted to touch… to feel you, and you were sleeping and I lifted your gown real careful, and touched you between your legs. You had panties on, but I could feel how hot it was and… I rubbed you a little."

Peggy felt herself responding to her sister's confession. She had not know her sister was so sensual. It seemed there was a lot she had not known about Arlene. Apparently they both had done the same things with boys, both wanting them, both waiting until they were married to get fucked. And now Arlene wasn't having orgasms with her second husband, and she needed to orgasm desperately. That part Peggy could understand very well.

"Peggy?" she asked softly. "Did you like it, touching me, I mean?"

"Oh, yes!" Arlene mewled. "I loved it, Peggy! You felt so different than boys, so soft and hot and… I put my hands inside your panties another time, and felt the soft hair and… and even… you know, rubbing your clitoris. You wiggled and I was afraid you were going to wake up, but you didn't. I wanted to stick my finger inside you, and work it in and out, but I was afraid to."

Peggy kept stroking her sister. She felt Arlene's arms wrap about her back, hugging tightly, burying her face against her tits. Now that it was out, Arlene wasn't crying, but talking almost calmly about it.

"Onetime, you didn't have your panties on," Arlene said, "and I lifted the sheet and looked at it. You were so beautiful there, the lips pink and moist, with hair curling. I'm blonde, and you aren't, and I thought it was so pretty, the most beautiful thing ever. Peggy, I wanted to kiss it for you!"

"Kiss it?" Peggy asked, her mind spinning. "Oh, Peggy, I wanted to put my face down there and kiss it so much! I wanted to taste you and…"

"Arlene, you really did?" Peggy asked softly. "You really wanted to kiss me there, taste my…"

"Yes, taste your pussy, Peggy!"

"Oh, God!" Peggy moaned, feeling her cunt throb inside her panties. She hugged her sister tightly. "Why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you'd wake up, find my face there, and hate me forever."

Peggy's pulses were pounding, her body shaking. Her cunt was very juicy now, her clit painfully erect.

She pushed her sister back a ways, staring into her eyes long and hard. "And you fantasize about it now?"

Arlene nodded her head. "All the time, wishing now I had kissed you there. And other things… oh, Peggy, I think about Henry and Ted and… I'm so ashamed, Peggy!"

"Ted? Henry! You fantasize about my son, your son, too?"

"God, yes! All the time, and it's driving me crazy, Peggy!"

Peggy decided immediately.

With a smile, she pushed her sister back until Arlene was sitting on the couch, her tear-strained face flushed, showing an excited embarrassment. "Maybe I should go now, Peggy."

"Later, Arlene," Peggy whispered, her voice very throaty.

With slow and deliberate motions, she slipped her skirt up her thighs. Arlene's eyes followed, wide and hot. With her skirt about her hips, Peggy opened her slim thighs, exposing her wispy panties to her sister.