"1821 Garden Loop, here you go, miss." said the cabbie, bringing the lemon-yellow Checker to a halt in front of the driveway. He turned to the young brunette in the back seat, and smiled as a father would at his own daughter. "Home for the summer, huh?"
"Yeah," Karen said. "My sister is graduating high school next week and we're spending one last summer together before she goes off to college."
"That's really sweet of ya," the cab driver said. "Sisters need to stay close. I got two younger sisters out in Oregon and they're never apart."
Karen looked up at the house. "Yeah, my sister's a sweet girl." She ran her fingers through her impossibly long, straight, brown locks, arranging her hair around her shoulders.
"Sounds like you miss her as much as you think she's gonna miss you. Do ya need any help with your bags?"
"No, thanks, I got it. Here, keep the change." Karen said, passing a twenty-dollar bill through the partition to the front. It was at least a 30% tip. The cab driver smiled.
"Thanks, miss, much obliged. Enjoy your summer vacation, OK?"
Karen climbed out of the taxi, pulled her suitcase from the trunk, and rolled it up the drive. The cab was gone before she had time to look over her shoulder, off in search of his next fare. Through the screen door, she could see a silhouette, another young woman, a little shorter, a little bustier, hair tied tight in a ponytail. As she approached the porch, the door burst open and her sister Sarah leapt from the doorframe.
"Kerrrriiiiiiiiiiii!" "Shii-Shiiiiiiiii!"
The girls had always greeted each other this way since they could remember, with high-pitched squeals and joyful hugs. They jumped up and down, arms wrapped tight around one another; a week's or a year's time could have passed and the greeting would have been the same. Born about five years apart, they could have been mistaken for fraternal twins had Karen not looked twenty-five - they were that close.
"C'mon, let's get your bags inside. Mom made chicken salad sandwiches." Sarah said, kissing Karen on the cheek and grabbing her tote.
"Red grapes or green?"
"Red. With walnuts. Duh."
"Mmm." Karen licked her lips. "Beats the burger I had at the airport."
They walked through the house, a small two-story house on a quiet suburban street, one their mother had found as a fixer-upper when they moved here. She'd raised them as a single parent; the girls remembered little about their father, but they never really missed having a man around. Mom worked as a photographer for the newspaper and did glamour shots on the side, a lucrative business that had allowed her to give the girls a comfortable childhood.
"Moooom! Karen's home!" Sarah called loudly as they walked into the kitchen. Their mother was indeed making sandwiches, which she quickly abandoned to walk around the kitchen island and give her daughter a big welcome home hug.
"Hi sweetie! Oh, it's so good to have you back home for the summer."
"Hi mom. It's good to see you, too."
They talked about the weather, the flight, the cab ride from the airport as they munched on sandwiches and pickle spears grown fresh in the backyard garden. Sarah and Mom peppered Karen with questions about her apartment, roommates, not that they hadn't all been asked before over e-mail, the phone, or letters traded between all of them. But the same stories were different coming from the other side of the kitchen table, better somehow, more fun, more interesting.
"You've been hitting the beach, Sis, that tan suits you," Sarah quipped.
"Sure you don't want to come down and go to school in Tampa?" Karen asked. "I know some of the people on the steering committee."
"What, and live in your shadow? No thank you. I gotta be my own woman, Sis." Sarah joked.
Karen feigned shock. "As if you weren't always a better student than me anyway, Miss Valedictorian."
Their mom interjected. "You two. If I had my way you'd both be staying here. And not just because it's cheaper to go to State."
The girls gave their mother an indignant look. "Mom, you know we're going to way better schools than State." Karen said.
"I know... but you know I'm going to miss both of you when you're off conquering the world."
"That's OK," Sarah laughed. "We'll make you duchess of a small country or two!"
Their mother responded by reaching over and tickling Sarah, causing the younger girl to double over in laughter until she yielded. "OK! OK! Think bigger!"
"Good, I want France. Maybe I'll take Italy too." their mother laughed, satisfied. "Why don't you girls get Karen unpacked? I'll get these dishes washed up."
The girls nodded and walked upstairs, Sarah holding her sides as they quivered from laughing so hard. The old lady still had spunk, for sure. They unpacked Karen's clothes and toiletries in her old room - still decorated with her teen idol posters from years before, although decidedly less messy than when she lived there. The twin bed still sat in the corner of the room. They had dessert and after a couple glasses of wine and some more banter, both Sarah and their mother decided to turn in.
Karen sat alone in the living room, enjoying the silence and the familiar surroundings. The furniture was new - the carpets and wooden floors too - but the feelings were comfortable and reassuring. She hadn't been home in five years for anything longer than a few days and it would be good to spend the summer here, see some old friends, and hopefully give her sister some advice on growing up, dealing with life and college. She also wanted to make sure her mom would be all right. The girls had always been her focus. She'd never really dated, never really shown any interest in guys, and now that they were both going away...
No. She put that thought out of her mind. Her mom was the strongest, smartest, most independent woman she knew. She didn't have anything to worry about there. She finished the last of her wine with a gulp, placed the glass in the dishwasher and walked up the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms.
As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw a small line of light under Sarah's bedroom door to the right. The door was cocked slightly ajar. She walked over to pull it to and as she got closer, she heard some muffled noises coming from inside her room. The door was open just enough, and curiosity had never been Karen's strong point, so she brought her eye up to the crack in the door and peered inside.
Sarah was lying on her bed, naked except for a pair of panties which were pulled down around her ankles. She had a magazine spread on the bed beside her and was flipping through the pages with one hand. Her other hand was on her left breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple.
Karen froze in place. She hadn't seen her sister naked since they went skinny dipping at HER graduation party, and her breasts had obviously developed since then. Karen guessed 36Cs, definitely bigger than her own, with perfectly circular areolae and perky, eraser-pink nipples. She was jealous for a minute, until her sister turned the page on her magazine and she got a better view of what she was looking at:
There were photos of naked women, their legs spread, getting their pussies eaten out - but by girls, not boys. They were dressed in fishnet stockings, in leather, in virginal white lace - but there was not a man to be seen on the page, not even being given head. Karen could hear Sarah's breath getting heavier and her nipples were fully erect. She had parted her legs to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy and her free hand was now working its way "downtown". Her eyes closed and she cooed, rolled over onto her back as she fingered herself, using one hand to spread her labia and the other to stimulate her clit. Karen was transfixed as she watched her sister pleasure herself. She really had grown into a beautiful young woman. There was even a tingling developing between her own thighs, one she hadn't felt in quite a while.
Sarah was fingering herself vigorously now, her hand rubbing her clit in circular motions, then back-and-forth, then circles again. Karen got herself off in pretty much the same way. Little snoop probably had watched her big sister masturbate a couple times without her even knowing. It gave Karen a little bit of a rush, turning the tables on her that way.
Sarah was moaning softly and her breasts rose and fell under her heavy breaths. Karen couldn't quite believe what she heard next:
"Mmm... yes... oh, wow, yes... Karen... mmm, that feels good... finger my pussy, oh... I want your tongue so bad, Kerri... eat my pussy... yes! Make me come, Kerri! Make me come! Oh, god, yes!"
