"Going on break, Aunt Kendra," Stephanie said.
Stephanie found Sybil sitting at a table in the kitchen.
"Busy night?" Stephanie asked.
"The busiest," Sybil lamented." She held a twenty in her hand. "Kate handed me this."
"Kate gave you her tip? Why?"
Stephanie examined it. Closer inspection revealed that it wasn't a $ 20 bill at all.
"What Jesus gave you is worth more than any amount in tips!"
was printed on the back.
"Cute," Stephanie said.
"Cute to you. Kate's not so amused."
"Was it Reverend Alvin? He's always doing this crap."
"No, his son. Guess it runs in the family."
"Aww, poor girl. And she's been so cheerful tonight."
"Yeah," Sybil said, "I noticed."
Stephanie took Sybil by the hand and helped her up. Then she quietly led the young woman through the back exit and to Stephanie's car.
Sybil's hair was as dark as Kendra and Tabitha's. When she was off duty she wore it long enough that it went to the small of her back. Kendra didn't allow Sybil to wear her hair down in the restaurant. "Tuck that shit away on the clock," was mom's favorite saying.
Sybil's mouth held slightly open, revealing a hint of teeth. Tonight she wore a bra, another absolute rule of Kendra's. Otherwise Sybil never felt she needed one. Her breasts were as small as Tabitha's, lumps of symmetrical flesh with two defined nipples of minuscule circumference. There was no point in bras if they restrained nothing, Sybil figured, except when she was aroused and her tips strained at her shirt. Stephanie's breasts were slightly bigger, but with more of a 'bounce' to their volume. Her tips were more parallel than Sybil's, almost an exact match, and around the same size but flatter.
At Stephanie's insistence, they drove at least a mile from The Downtown Diner before searching out a discreet location. The streets weren't busy at night, but Stephanie was never satisfied until she was assured of privacy. Their romps often happened in dingy alleyways or cul-de-sacs, where there were no lights and potential trouble.
These places almost scared the romance out of Sybil, who was so frightened that she wanted it over quickly. By contrast, Stephanie moved slowly. Sybil wondered if her cousin was turned on by danger.
"Over here looks good," Stephanie said. She drove the car through a narrow passage and stopped at a dead end. The ground was littered with trash; above two dumpsters was painted a gang newspaper.
Stephanie shut off the ignition and killed the automatic lights. She and Sybil moved into the back seat, where they fell into a passionate embrace beneath the window, their mouths and limbs entwining in the darkness.
"Mmm!"
Sybil broke the kissing to ask, "did you make sure the doors are locked?"
Stephanie answered her lover with more kisses, cutting off fearful protests. She played with a clothed breast while massaging Sybil's pussy through her leggings. Sybil quivered at the touches.
"What if, somebody, hears us?" she gasped.
Stephanie sat up to unleash her bare breasts to the moonlight. Sweat reflected as it ran down her skin. Then she made quick work of her apron and bottoms. She helped Sybil out of her clothes.
Stephanie put their clothes in the trunk. Sybil was amazed at her cousin's bravado. She drove them to sketchy places to avoid revealing their secret but had no qualms about being naked in these pits. They always moved their clothing to safety to avoid smelling like sex.
Each was the others only female lover. They'd taught each other how to eat pussy, and the knowledge they had of their own bodies helped a lot. They were both turned on by shaving, evidenced by the fact that neither had any pubic hair.
Stephanie returned to the car. "Now, where were we?"
Their naked flesh wrestled in a ball of sweat and arousal. They traded kisses and touches like they hadn't orgasmed in years. Sybil and Stephanie sucked each others nipples and rubbed their pussies until they were in maniacal frenzies. Sybil fingered and licked Stephanie's cunt after both lovers had experienced several small orgasms.
Their styles in going down varied. Sybil wasn't a teaser; she swept her mouth over Stephanie's entire pussy while fingering her. This often numbed Sybil's tongue, but she ignored it and pressed on, refusing to spoil her lover's orgasm. By contrast, Stephanie did everything slowly. She teased and toyed until her cousin begged her to hurry.
Sybil used three fingers while her tongue danced across Stephanie's clit and outer pubic region. Stephanie had her legs wrapped around her cousin's head and nursed her own fingers like they were already covered in juices. With a scream she bucked and came; Sybil lapped up the post-orgasmic fluids.
They kissed, Stephanie enjoying the flavor of her own pussy before she shoved Sybil down. Stephanie swung around, aligning her mouth with Sybil's pussy while pushing her own in the cousin's face. They locked into a 69. Stephanie applied her own sensual brand of pussy eating while Sybil licked with wild abandon. Their eyes had adjusted to the dark and they admired each others folds, slick with arousal.
Already worked up, Sybil came in an explosion that hazed her senses. The orgasm increased her appetite, and as soon as her climax receded she pushed back, begging Stephanie without using words. The ensuing passion increased her desire for Stephanie's pussy. She ate as if starved; the added lubrication helped her tongue cover areas quicker.
Stephanie's legs quivered, her clitoris swollen and vulnerable. Sybil swiveled around it in a cyclone, giving the hood and shaft more attention. When Sybil finally gave the clit her full power Stephanie screamed. Seeing the effect on her lover enhanced Sybil's pleasure and she climaxed a second time.
They exchanged flavors. They savored this for a few minutes. Then Sybil and Stephanie looked at each other; their lustful gazes indicated that they weren't quite satisfied.
They moved so they faced each other; Sybil wrapped her legs about Stephanie's waist and Stephanie did the same. One slid her fingers into the others pussy and they masturbated that way. They'd been mostly silent up to this point. Aside from the occasional yelp or moan they remained that way.
Their pussies were well swollen, distended and wet, allowing easy access. Their probing created sucking sounds. They started at a medium pace, synchronizing rhythms.
Sybil started worrying again, about the dangerous place they were parked but mostly what her mother's reaction might be if she caught on. Although they'd locked their clothes in the trunk their mixed scents filled this tiny space, making Sybil wonder if it would still cling to her skin.
Her attention return to what was being done to her and what she was doing. Their fingering sped up as they neareed mutual orgasms. They pushed their digits deeper and worked harder until they came in gasping bursts.
They embraced as fingers gradually redrew; then they took a moment to survey the aftermath. The seat was a mess, saturated in sweat and juices. The windows were fogged. Their pussy scents filled the interior.
"What time is it?" Sybil asked.
Stephanie fumbled for her cellphone with an arm that hardly worked.
"Oh shit. We're gonna be late soon and we still haven't eaten."
"Maybe we should just go back and bear it," Sybil said.
"Fuck that, I'm hungry. Let's find something quick.
The cousins dressed outside, mindful of approaching cars or strangers. Then they drove to the closest fast food joint. The whole way there and back to the diner, they kept the windows rolled down to air out the car.
At the restaurant, Kendra marched up to them with a scowl and a deep, frustrated sigh. When she didn't speak, Sybil and Stephanie looked at each other uneasily, wondering if Kendra really did smell sex.
"Your time stopped ten minutes ago and you've been on mine ever since," Kendra finally said. Your ice is thin. Get your asses back to work."
****
A week passed. Whenever Kate and Tabitha weren't working, whenever they weren't around the family, anytime they were alone for even a few minutes, they fucked, wherever they could imagine. They woke up at the same time and brought each other to several glorious orgasms. They reenacted the fateful evening where Tabitha had walked in on Kate masturbating, except in this version Tabitha had her naked sister pinned against the wall while working her with the vibrator.
Kate referred to herself as Tabitha's 'Summer Jess,' a name Tabitha didn't care for but was too entwined in passion to protest. They fucked in the bedroom, the shower, the bathtub, the kitchen, the living room, the backyard, and, well-aware of the risk involved, the diner's supply closet.
Tabitha reported these happenings back to Jess. Her only expressed concern was that "I hope there's some left over for me in the fall!"
The sisters went to bed naked. Wake up sex was the norm. Sometimes Tabitha went down on Kate, sometimes the opposite. One day Kate had instantly awakened Tabitha by sliding three fingers into her already wet pussy. On another, Tabitha awoke to the steady sound of the vibrator and a fast approaching climax.
On this particular morning, Kate woke up to her sis painting an orgasmic canvas between the elder's legs. Tabitha was still half-awake herself so her licks were sluggish and nonrhythmic. But what she lacked in speed and awareness she made up for in creativity.
Kate brushed Tabitha's dark hair. "Mmm, morning to you too, Tabs."
Tabitha grabbed both legs and dove in. Kate begged her to keep going, stay steady, don't stop. This desperation continued as Kate's body tightened in an orgasm.
Tabitha open-mouth kissed Kate, sharing her pussy flavor, a ritual Kate called 'breakfast in bed.' Tabitha lay back while Kate twisted her vibrator into the 'on' position.
