"So, what do we do now?" my sister asked.
"I don't know," I told her, "I never thought about it until we did it.''
We were sitting in the front seat of my car, parked on the road behind the cemetery. It was still light enough to see, but just barely.
"Being out here like this reminds me of being in high school," I said.
"Do you want to stop?" Laura asked.
"No," I told her, "definitely not. Do you?"
"Uh-uh," my sister said, "But we can't keep doing it like we have been. I mean, mom is pretty liberal but I don't think she's liberal enough to handle finding out that her son and daughter are fucking each other. And if we keep having quickies in the bathroom, while mom is downstairs, she is going to find out."
"Our own place," I suggested.
"Not unless we move to another town," Laura said.
"And motels are too expensive," I said.
"Considering how often we'd be going," she said, chuckling. Laura reached over and took my wrist between her fingers. "As much as I hate to admit it, being your sister and all, you are the best fuck I ever had."
She slipped my hand under her skirt and slid my palm over the smooth, warm flesh of her thigh. As my hand neared the top of her leg, her thighs separated, and I willingly allowed my hand to move between them.
She moaned softly and leaned back, sliding her hips forward to the edge of the seat. At the same time, I pressed my fingers against the damp nylon that covered her warm pussy. Laura groaned and grabbed her own breasts.
"Go inside," she told me, "Put your hand inside my panties." As she spoke, she leaned further back, trying to straighten her body. She lowered her hands and with one, pulled her skirt up to her waist as with the other, she pushed her panties' elastic waistband down and away from her flat stomach.
I plunged my hand between the nylon fabric of her under pants and the bare skin of her belly. My palm pressed against her hard, flat stomach as my fingers lightly caressed the firm, thick, outer lips of her shaved pussy.. She exhaled, almost hissing, as I inserted one finger, deep into her cunt.
"Oh, god," she almost cried, "I'm being finger-fuck in the front seat of a car."
"Just like old times," I said, inserting a second finger.
"And its just as much fun now as it was then," she told me, 'Wait. Stop." She suddenly pushed me away.
"Why?" I asked, "What's wrong?'
"Nothing's wrong," she said, her thumbs hooking the elastic waistband of her panties, "I just want to take these off."
She raised her hips and pushed her panties down to her knees, then over her calves to her ankles.
She leaned back, her ankles together, her knees wide apart, and extended her arms to me. "Kiss me," Laura said, "If we're going to do this, let's do it right. Kiss me."
I pressed my lips against my sister's and pushed my tongue into her mouth, I ran my hand up her inner thigh and inserted two fingers deep into her pussy.
That was during the first week of February. It continued that way for almost four months. Quick sex in the bathroom, fucking in my car, or her's, once in a while getting a motel room so we could actually sleep together.
Living with our mother had it's advantages. It was convenient and inexpensive. But, we all worked approximately the same hours with different days off. There was little or no privacy. Not when brother and sister wanted to fuck each other. And, all the while we still had to date other people. Not because we wanted to but we couldn't just stop dating. The town we lived in was small enough so that somebody would notice and start talking.
The solution was right in front of us.
Trish was Laura's best friend. She was also the daughter of my mother's cousin which made her Laura's and my second cousin. She was three weeks younger than Laura and she and my sister had grown up together. As toddlers they played together, they attended grade school, high school and junior college together. After completing junior college, Laura got a job at the clothing store she now managed. Trish went on and became a nurse. She was working at the hospital, on second shift.
Laura and Trish were very different, physically. Laura was a relatively tall blonde with long hair and pale skin.
Trish was four inches shorter than Laura, and had short, curly, dark hair. Her eyes were green, her nose small, her mouth wide with soft looking lips. She had a dark complexion, like a permanent, medium sun tan.
Her breasts were large, full and heavy. In regular clothes Trish looked chubby but her body was smooth, her skin tight. She had rounded hips and a meaty ass. Her legs were thick, muscular and shapely.
On a Friday, in the middle of May, Laura announced that she and I were having dinner at Trish's house. I wondered if this dinner had something to do with our problem but I decided to just wait and see.
On the way over, Laura told me that Trish's boyfriend had moved to Seattle without even telling her he was leaving. Nobody, not even Trish, knew why.
The house, like half the houses in town, was four rooms, a large living room, a slightly smaller kitchen/dining area, and two bedrooms. When we got there, Trish was wearing hospital scrubs and white, running shoes.
Dinner turned out to be pizza and beer, one of my favorite meals. As we ate and drank, we talked and laughed about our school days, old teachers, who married who and what they were doing.
"Why don't you take your brother into the living room and tell him what we've been talking about," Trish said to Laura, after we finished eating, "I'll clean this up, take a shower and join you in a few minutes."
I sat on the couch and Laura sat on the coffee table, directly in front of me. I had a strange, but pleasant, sensation at the base of my spine.
"It's really very simple," Laura began, "You and I need a place where we can be alone. Trish works second shift. She says we can use her house any time we want."
