Greg rolled over and noticed Sabrina was gone. He stretched, sniffed and looked around. The early morning sun slanted into the bedroom, illuminating the chandelier hanging from the center of the room.
He wondered where she had gone, and how long it had been. They had some things to take care of with the attorney and wanted to go over them with her before their meeting.
Just then, Sabrina sauntered into the bedroom, looking somewhat rumpled, wearing nothing but her bra, tap pants and a coy smile. He thought he could smell her arousal but wasn't sure.
He was curious though.
"Hey Brina, up early today? Didn't notice you in bed."
"Well...not exactly up early...Sort of up late and early," she replied, twirling her hair.
"Now you've got me curious. What got you out of bed so early?"
"I...well, I don't really know how to explain it..." she stammered, looking sheepishly at the floor.
"Try me," he said, sitting upright.
"Well, Jill and I....oh my God, I can hardly say it..." She was flustered, blushing and agitated, hands trembling, eyelids fluttering with shame.
"Come on, it's all right. Did you do anything you regret?" he asked.
"Oh no, it's just that...what we did was so wrong!" She was nearly losing control now, eyes filling with tears as she fought with herself.
Greg mouthed her unspoken words for her. "Did you and Jill make love last night?"
She exclaimed, horrified, "Yes, we did! I confess! And it was marvelous for both of us! But it was so wrong—she's my daughter!!!"
"Now don't be so hard on yourself," Greg said. "First of all, she's your stepdaughter, not your biological daughter. Second, she isn't but a few years younger than you. Third, she's beautiful, and I'll wager quite skilled with lovemaking"—at that, Sabrina closed her eyes and shivered, thinking about their tryst. "Finally, I know you love women just as much as men—remember Trish?"
Greg was referring to their initial encounter, when Sabrina made love to Trish, his personal assistant. It was the first time Sabrina had been introduced to Sapphic pleasures, and she found herself craving it almost constantly.
Greg continued, "So there's nothing to be ashamed of at all. How did it start?"
Sabrina reached for a cigarette. "Let me light this first," she said. After she lit up, took a deep drag, she began.
"Well, Jill was in the outer refrigerator, not the walk-in, probably looking for a snack," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, one foot tucked underneath her. Greg couldn't see, but she was rubbing her pussy with her big toe. She could feel wetness beginning to seep through her silk pants.
"I truly don't know what came over me...I sneaked up behind her and asked her if she was hungry. I was feeling...really hungry too...for a woman's touch..." she stammered, hoping he wouldn't be jealous.
"Then what happened?" he asked, reaching underneath the covers to stroke his cock. He imagined the two of them caressing and the vision sent tingles into his groin. His cock became longer and stiffer, as he listened.
"My nipples got hard..." she said, feeling them tighten as they talked. "I rubbed her back with them, and I think it turned her on too."
"Not surprising. Did she resist?"
"At first she was a little surprised, taken aback. But when we kissed, she seemed to really like it."
"How long was your first kiss?" he asked, openly stroking his cock now.
"I...don't know exactly, but it felt like a long time. She tastes wonderful," Sabrina was reliving the kiss, as her tongue moved slowly in her mouth.
Neither one of them noticed, but Jill had wandered down their hallway looking for Sabrina. The younger woman wanted to make sure that Sabrina felt comfortable with their encounter, so that they could make love again.
And again.
Sabrina had left the door open, and Jill could stand in the hallway yet hear and observe the two of them. Jill was wearing a thin summer dress with delicate embroidered bikini panties, and a see through lace bra. She leaned against the hallway wall, breathing slowly so that she could hear everything.
Sabrina continued, "Well, we hugged for a long time, rubbing our breasts together and kissing," she said, working her legs back and forth over her foot. Her tap pants were sopping wet now, and her toe glistened with her nectar.
Meanwhile, Jill was slowly caressing her breasts through the thin material. She ran her fingers across her bosom, feeling her nipples harden to her touch. She too remembered their sensual first kiss, and found herself squeezing her thighs together as she rubbed herself.
Greg said, "Then what did you do?" His cock was fully engorged now, sticking straight up from his core. A drop of precum appeared on the tip. He rubbed his thumb across it to lubricate the head.
"Then, I...reached underneath her gown, and...touched her..." Sabrina gasped, thinking about how the first touch had enflamed them both.
Sabrina rocked back and forth on her foot, squeezing and releasing her toe between her thighs. Her breathing became deeper as she remembered the way Jill responded to her touch—so soft, sensual and delicate, yet full of passion.
Jill was now rubbing her pussy through her dress, her panties translucent from wetness, almost useless to hold her moisture in. She felt her clit swell the way it did when Sabrina first touched it, and writhed in pleasure at the feeling.
"When you touched her, did she cum? Did it take a long time?" Greg said, his cock wagging lewdly.
"Oh my, yes, yes she came really hard the first time. I slipped a finger inside her, and she came fast.. I could feel her vagina contracting on my finger," Sabrina moved her foot and replaced it with her fingers, stroking her clit the way she loved—down and back, down and back, then swirling the tip and wetting it with her juice.
Sabrina continued. "And she was really wet—so slippery it was hard to keep my finger inside," Sabrina was nearing an orgasm just from describing her session with Jill.
Jill was nearing an orgasm as well. She had shoved two fingers inside, rubbing madly as she watched and listened to her beautiful stepmother bring herself to climax. Jill began to pant, and felt the first spasms take over the center of her body. She slumped against the wall, but came quietly so that she could continue her spying. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and a thin sheen of sweat dotted her forehead.
"She came on my fingers....ohhhh, shit!!" Sabrina was gripped in the throes of a strong orgasm that surprised her by its intensity. Greg could see her pussy convulse, her legs quivering. Her nectar poured onto the bed.
"Was that it?" Greg asked, his cock ready for her, wanting to pounce on her, but also wanting to hear more, if there was more.
"Nnnooo, that was just the beginning of it," Sabrina gasped, out of breath from her orgasm. "Then she made me come with her fingers—it was funny, like she knew how I liked to be touched." The memory was making her clit twitch. "She has...talent..." Sabrina said, continuing to quiver with desire.
Jill watched in awe as her stepmother showed the raw intensity of her sex drive. It was almost frightening in its power, until she realized that she had some of the same traits. She was still rubbing herself, despite the orgasm, hoping Sabrina would tell more about their encounter.
She wasn't disappointed.
"Tthen, she let me...suck her...it was glorious... I teased her for a while, just licking up and down her legs, on her thighs...." Sabrina's voice trailed off, her hands busy with her pussy. "Aahhhnngh...mmph...ahshitahshitahshit!!!"
Greg had never seen her as turned on as this. He kept his hands to himself to watch his lover's powerful peak. There was a heavy, musky scent in the air, driven by her gyrations. She was sweating, grunting uncontrollably.
Jill stripped her sopping panties off, useless now. Her dress showed a dark stain which marked her pleasure peak, and she pushed the material between her legs, flicking her erect clit through the cloth. Anyone could clearly see it protruding like a stiff cock. She was trying to keep from screaming, and bit her lip to hold back the urge. Her legs were churning, thighs slick with wetness. Her clit pulsed with desire while she watched Sabrina convulse.
It was going to be hard not to cry out, but she was determined to hold back as long as she could. It would depend on whether Sabrina kept talking.
"Anything more?" Greg asked, nearly losing control himself.
Sabrina grunted, "Then we starting...grinding our hips...rubbing our clits together...DAMN!!" Her inner lips were swollen like a flower, clit standing straight up, nipples taut, skin flushed, panting with need. She relived the incident like it was still happening, coming in sharp bursts with her pussy spurting cream across the bed, thinking about the powerful orgasms they gained by rubbing their pussies together. To her, it was the most sensual experience she had ever had. And to share it with Jill made it doubly special.
At the same time, Jill had reached the end of her rope—she was overtaken by the memories of that fateful night.
Greg and Sabrina heard a moan come from the hallway.
"Ahhhh, I can't hold back any more!!!"
Jill was panting and grunting, a powerful orgasm blasting through her. Greg and Sabrina heard the splash of her cream hitting the carpet. Sabrina peeked out the door to see her stepdaughter's soaking wet dress plastered to her thighs, her mouth open, her climax making her shake and quiver wildly.
