[Author's note: This is part 3 of a series about a woman in a sexless marriage moving in and having sex with her sister and her sister's daughter. The story was suggested by a reader. Enjoy!]
Something was different when I got home. Home is at my Aunt Sammie's house. Mom and I had just moved there. After conceiving me, my mom and dad had lived in a sexless marriage for 18 years. After I became an adult, it was time for a change -- a divorce and a new address. Thank goodness Sammie took us in.
I'd just gotten home from the most incredible experience of my life. We'd been at Aunt Sammie's for only a few days before meeting Jenny and Kristina -- two of Sammie's lovers. Jenny had invited me to a party which turned out to be a lesbian orgy. We left it in favor of going to Jenny's place where the two seduced me into a lesbian threesome -- my first experience sexually with a woman.
It was very late, so I was trying to be quiet as I came through the front door. There were lights on in the living room, and as I peered in, I saw something that shocked me. Mom and Aunt Sammie had their hands up, palms facing, with their fingers interlaced. It was such an intimate thing to do, even for sisters. Then they kissed, gently, on the lips. I about fainted!
I decided to sneak down the hall and into my room. My mind was still reeling from my first sexual experience -- but now to add this? After a while, I fell into a troubled sleep.
I woke up early -- a byproduct of jet lag. I went out on Sammie's deck with a hot cup of coffee. I figured I'd have some time alone. I was wrong.
The sliding glass door opened and I turned to see Sammie coming out, carrying a mug and a plate of croissants.
"I guess neither of us slept very much," Sammie said. "Mind if I sit?"
"Of course," I said. "I'm still pretty tired but I just couldn't sleep anymore."
"Here," Sammie said, offering me a pastry. "This should help."
I took a bite. "Wow, this is really good."
"My own recipe, actually," Sammie said after taking a bite and then a sip of her coffee.
She paused for a moment, looking out over the green hillside in the morning light. "How'd last night go?"
I looked over at her, and she smiled. "Sammie, it was one of the most incredible things I've ever experienced. Did you know they were going to seduce me?"
Sammie smiled even broader. "I may have. I wasn't totally sure how'd you react, but Jenny and Kristina are such wonderful people that I figured you were in good hands -- or mouths."
We both laughed.
"Sex with a woman is," I started, "I don't know ... so tender and sensuous. So delightful. Honestly, I came so many times I lost count!"
"Ooh, sounds wonderful. Yeah, both women have brought me over the top many times. I'm happy to share them with you!"
It was my turn to pause.
"Speaking of sharing, I, um, wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot," Sammie said, picking up her mug and blowing across the surface of the dark liquid.
"It's kind of personal so feel free to tell me to bug off."
"Now I'm intrigued," Sammie said, setting the mug down.
"You guys didn't see me come in last night, but I saw you -- in the living room. I'm sure I just imagined it, but it seemed like you were being awfully intimate with your touch."
"Oh," Sammie said, a faraway look in her eyes. "The fingers, and the kiss. Yes, I thought I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. That was you."
"It was. So ... what were you guys doing?"
Sammie looked down, then placed her hand on my bare thigh. "What I'm about to tell you has got to stay strictly in this house, okay? Some people might get the wrong idea."
"Of course," I said, now extremely curious.
"I kind of blame Jenny and Kristina. Your mom saw me together with them."
"Together, as in having sex with them?"
"Uh huh," Sammie answered.
"Wow!"
"I have this habit of leaving my door open. Anyway, yes, she saw us on two different nights. She says it awakened something in her ... something that had been dormant for many years."
"Sexual arousal," I said. "We've talked a lot about it over the years."
"Mm hmm," Sammie said. "She told me that she couldn't stop thinking about it."
"Jenny and Kristina?"
"No. Me. She couldn't stop thinking about me. She even dreamed that I was making love to her -- my sister."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Some things started to click together.
"And ... what I saw last night ... did something happen between you two?"
Sammie paused, then nodded.
"Woah! You mean, you and her ... you two ... you made love to my mom?"
"I know it's strange, maybe taboo even, but what we felt for each other was real ... is real. Your mom said that being in the safety of family helped her express herself sexually again."
I just stared. I couldn't believe my ears.
"Say something, Angela. Do you hate me?"
"No, of course, not," I said. "It's just a lot to take in. I, um, I'm going to go now and do some thinking. Don't worry, I won't say anything."
"Thank you, Angela. I'm sorry if this hurt you. I didn't see it coming if that means anything. It happened quite naturally -- and it was beautiful for both of us."
I got up and left the deck, walking like a zombie down the hall to my room. Why was I so shocked? Because my mom had slept with her own sister? Because my mom had gone 18 years without sex and now just does it? Did I feel betrayed? Or ... left out?
I grabbed some food before anyone else was up and spent the day alone. I took a walk along the creek and sat on a rock, listening to the water rushing over the rocks and the birds singing up in the trees. It was very relaxing and helped me clear my head. At least I wasn't as bothered. I got to wondering how it had happened -- and what they did together. As I imagined Sammie taking off her clothes, I found myself getting aroused. I snapped myself out of it and headed back to the house.
When I climbed up onto the deck, I noticed Jenny and Sammie were sitting at a table, drinking wine and munching on something.
"Hey Angela!" Jenny said brightly -- getting up.
My spirits brightened to match Jenny's enthusiasm. "Jenny!"
She came over and hugged me, then planted a kiss on my lips, right in front of Sammie. It felt wonderful to have her warm soft lips on mine again.
"I had such a wonderful time last night," Jenny said, offering me a seat.
Sammie went inside to grab me a glass.
"Me too!" I said. "You and Kristina were so gentle and so inviting that I couldn't say no to making love with you!"
"And do you still feel good about your first time?"
"I can't stop thinking about it," I said, putting my hand on Jenny's.
"Where's Mom?" I asked as Sammie came back out.
"She had to go to town for a business meeting. Some stuff about her relocating here. Not sure when she'll be back. I think she said it included dinner and drinks."
"Oh," I said.
I was both dreading and looking forward to seeing her -- to see if I could tell a difference on her face now that she was sexually active again -- and with her sister!
We ate out on the deck and watched the sunset from big chaise lounges Sammie had set next to each other by the pool. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but the oversized cushions touched each other, making the whole thing into something like a large bed. The evening was warm and all of us wore shorts and tops.
Jenny laid between Sammie and me. I noticed that Jenny and Sammie were holding hands. At one point, Sammie turned to Jenny who leaned across and kissed my aunt -- sensuously, passionately -- with her tongue going in and out of her mouth.
Then Jenny turned towards me, leaned over and kissed me, sending her tongue into my mouth. I felt a surge of pleasure as her warm wet tongue entered. Her hands grazed my stomach, and I jerked a little at the pleasant feeling it gave me.
When she broke off with me, she turned back to Sammie and ran her fingers across her ample chest.
"Mm," Sammie murmured as they kissed.
Jenny gently squeezed my aunt's nipples and fondled her breasts. This was happening right in front of me. I watched as Jenny's hand dipped lower, brushing across her crotch. It was amazing to watch. Sammie lifted her pelvis slightly as Jenny's hand caressed her mound.
After about a minute, Jenny turned back to me. I eagerly reached out and touched her tiny boobs, tweaking her pert nipples. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra under her top, so I had easy access.
"I love it when you touch me, Angela," Jenny said, framing my face with her hand and then kissing me deeply.
I figured we were just having a little fun until Jenny sat up and pulled her top off.
"So lovely," Sammie said. "Bring those tits here!"
Jenny moved closer to Sammie and my aunt started licking her nipples.
"Mm ... mm," Jenny moaned, holding Sammie's head to her chest.
I was a little uncertain what was happening here, but figured I was playing with Jenny, so I caressed her ass and let my fingers wander under the hem of her shorts and her panties, reaching her asshole, which I'd never touched before. My fingers found her pussy lips, which were sopping wet.
"Oh, yes, Angela. Ooh -- my pussy is so wet for you!"
I moved up her slit and felt the tiny nodule of her clit at the top. Moving back down, my fingers covered with juice, I rubbed her asshole, pushing my finger in slightly. I don't know why I did it, but I felt inspired and very aroused.
"Oh ... oh ... mm," Jenny moaned, moving back and forth on my fingers while Sammie sucked on her nipples.
A part of my brain registered that what we were doing was way out of the ordinary. I shouldn't have been touching a woman while she was being touched by my aunt -- but hearing that my own mother had made love to her sister -- seemed to give me some freedom to explore. Besides, I wasn't touching my aunt, just my lover. At least, not yet.
"Mm ... mm," Sammie moaned.
I realized that Jenny had put her hand down Sammie's shorts and was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. This was getting serious -- and very sensual.
I was getting seriously turned on. I pulled on Jenny's shorts and panties, pulling them off entirely. I put my hands on her awesome butt cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal her wet pussy. I could smell her womanly scent fill the air around me.
I scooted down just a bit and kissed her ass, kneading her cheeks. I saw her little rosebud asshole. I flicked my tongue on it, just to see what that was like.
"Oh ... fuck!" Jenny moaned. "My ass! Oh, yes!"
