My mom recently died and after my wife convinced me I should travel almost 2000 miles for the funeral, she mentioned that SHE was not going along- I could stay in my mother's house and save on hotel cost.
My twin sister Brenda had been living with mom since she (the sister) got divorced many years before. We are both now 50.
She had been pretty tough on me when she was a teenager, especially after she and her friends became 18 years old and knew they could be "emancipated" if they so wanted. Even though I was also 18, they acted as if I were not.
She always had lots of hot 18 year-old friends visiting. To be honest I was always trying to peek at them because they wore very flimsy nightgowns when they slept over, some didn't wear the panties and had very short nightgowns. I watched one of these girls in her shorty nightgown make out with TWO guys on the front porch, before coming inside. Then she and my sister did something to each other that I couldn't exactly see, but which seemed to involve hands in pants?
I always wondered if they KNEW I was watching- maybe they just faked it as a joke on me? Whatever, it was a major turn-on just seeing them holding each other, whatever they were or were not doing to each other.
Anyway, now we were a lot OLDER. And the funeral was sad, but my mom had been 90 and was getting dementia so it was not as sad as it could have been. When I was alone with my sister at home after the funeral, we had a few drinks and I asked her if she was still sexually active. "That's none of your business! And what do you mean by sexually active anyway?"
I asked if she still masturbated as much as she did when she was in her 20s, and she was all "what do you KNOW about that?". So I told her that once I was 18, had I watched thru the keyhole in her bedroom door, and I thought she knew I was watching and didn't care or maybe even enjoyed being watched.
My knowledge that she would masturbate all night having one after another orgasm- must have convinced her that I was telling the truth about watching
"You little pervert!... or BIG pervert! do you still like to peek at girls?"
"No- but I certainly would like to watch you again- maybe up close... maybe more PERSONAL."
"Are you recording this? What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?"
"No- but if you worry about saying anything, I agree that you are totally against any kind of sexual activity, and we can end it at that. IF I did try to start something, all you have to do is say STOP, and I would instantly stop doing whatever I was doing- and leave the room. OK?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about? Did you do this with Cindy?
"No." and I left the room.
My babe "twin" sister was constantly playing with her pussy (and maybe that of her friends too!) from the time we both were EIGHTEEN. Before that we were children and of course had no sexual thoughts of any kind whatsoever, because that would be illegal.
Later that night, I noted that Brenda's bedroom door was open a few inches, and her light was still on- so I knocked on the door and when she said "come in", I opened it and asked what she was watching. She said it was a movie that was over at 11 pm - and then she was going to sleep.
More information that she normally would give- and normally she stayed up much later, and usually didn't wake in the morning until NOON.
So I waited for her to turn out her light, and noted that the door was still not closed.
I left on my boxer shorts, but was otherwise nude when I opened the door and entered the room. I dropped to the floor and crawled to the edge of her bed- and realized that the street light through the open curtain was providing enough light for me to see fairly well once my eyes adapted to the dark. It was a warm night, and Brenda had only a sheet on the bed, no blanket. She MUST know I am here, I thought- but she was not saying anything.
I peeked over the end of the bed, and could tell she had her hands both between her legs, which were spread somewhat- her hands were moving and I could hear a wet slurp from her pussy. I loosened the sheet from the end of the bed, expecting her to say something at any moment- but NOTHING. So I started creeping up under the sheet, and of course I touched her leg as I felt ahead of myself. She said nothing, and did not move her legs either in or out. I slid my hand along her inner leg then thigh as I advanced up the bed, wishing I had brought a flashlight. No reaction yet. My hand reached her hands, and I caressed the fingers she was using to rub herself.
I caressed and pushed on the fingers, and felt them moving on her pussy- but not as fast as I had seen her go many years ago. She moved her hands, and there was no vibrator, no dildo, nothing in her vagina. So I ran a finger along her soft inner thigh until I reached the crease in her groin. Then one fingertip down along one labia, gently across and up along the other labia- and repeated that until I moved between the labia and pushed in enough to get my finger into the wet inner labia, and added another finger. She put her hands on my hands, so that now my fingers were UNDER her hand. Her hand seemed to make way for my fingers- and her legs seemed to spread a little further apart, as she guided my fingers around her pussy.
I was surprised by how good she smelled- and wondered if she had used something to enhance her fragrance- after all, she was over 50 and post-menopausal, not supposed to have many of the hormones that make a younger women's pussy so delicious.
I figured that she was totally used to fingers, but maybe had not had much TONGUE in the past few years- that was something she could not do for herself.
So I moved my face slowly between her thighs, brushing her thigh with one cheek- shaved this morning but a little rough- and felt her thighs pull up even more and flop open, giving me maximum access to her pussy after she moved her hand away (as did I). Still not a word.
My tongue started in the middle, up under her clit and I could hear her gasp. I used a routine I had developed when I was dating an older divorced woman for a while- who had taught it to me. It involved a lot of 3 second pauses, that seem to allow the sex muscles to start to relax, so when I make contact again they all contract again even more forcefully.
