As the car cruised towards downtown that Monday morning, Ann distractedly tuned out the playful banter between her two little girls.
She was a bit preoccupied at the moment thanks to what happened between her and her husband Roger the night before. He had returned from his excursion with their daughter Ruth in a very odd mood indeed, taking her to bed right after they finished the pizza they'd had delivered. He had been very insistent that they should make love and she had finally acquiesced.
It wasn't that she didn't want to have sex with her husband exactly, but she had been pretty worn out after her day of forbidden fun with her daughter's.
Besides, sex between the couple had long since become a very routine affair. Without any trouble at all, before they ever started she could have described every move that would be made by either one of them, every sound that would be uttered. It was as much her fault as it was his that things had gotten so mundane between them, but neither of them had yet been able to find a way to shake things up at all.
Last night had been quite different, however. Last night had been anything but routine or mundane. No, last night had instead been all about raw and undiluted passion. Last night had been a wild and strenuous evening of steamy sex and she'd soon lost count of how many times he'd brought her to orgasm.
It really had been an incredible night and, when coupled with all of the fun she'd been having on the side with her girls, she was still quite exhausted even now.
She thought it lucky that she had agreed to let her daughters stay home today so that they could all do some shopping for lingerie and sex toys. She never would have managed to get up early enough to get the two of them off to school. Of course, she had been careful not to mention to her spouse that Kristen and Ruth wouldn't be at school, not wanting to bother with coming up with a lie to explain it away.
In the meantime, Ruth had not yet told her mother anything about what she and her father had done together while they were out, not wanting to reveal that until she had found a way to ensure that their future was full of family foursomes. On the other hand, she had been careful to tell her sister every single detail of their adventure in that parking lot.
Kristen still seemed a bit nervous about being with a man, but the other girl's enthusiastic descriptions had at least succeeded in arousing her curiosity.
* * *
"Ooooh! Doesn't that look hot!"
The little boutique was named Angelique's and - according to it's commercials, at least - it sold only the finest in lingerie for the discriminating woman, not to mention make-up, perfumes, and so forth. Things cost a little more here to be sure, but they swore that they had things here to spice up your love life that you just could not hope to get at any of those big name stores.
This morning, Angelique's had been invaded by the Taylor women.
Holding onto her mother's hand tightly, the nineteen year old Kristen was enthusiastically rushing from one display rack to the next, pulling the older woman along behind her. Examining each of the sexy undergarments with the critical eye of someone who knew fashion inside and out, she had taken the lead just as soon as they arrived.
Rushing up to a rack of teddy's, she loved how sexy they were but refused to get any of them as she thought they were too fragile and would not stand up to the kind of abuse it would see in her bedroom.
Going over to a display of corsets, she was impressed by how fabulous they looked on the nearby mannequin, but could not bring herself to get one as she didn't think the style would really suit any of them.
There was a to-die-for baby doll that the young woman absolutely loved, convinced that it would be perfect for showing off her little sister's slightly top-heavy figure, but she had to turn her back on it when she saw that it cost only slightly less than a used car would.
And so the search continued.
Hanging back a little from her mother and sister meanwhile, the eighteen year old Ruth watched it all with an amused smile. There had been a time not so long ago that her sibling's obsession with shoes and clothes had driven her crazy, but she found that she was a lot more patient with her foibles now that they were getting naked and sweaty together.
Besides, Kristen was right more often than not when it came to this sort of thing.
Glancing around the store idly, she took note of all of the looks they were receiving not just from the other customers, but also from the staff. It was becoming evident to her that these people just weren't used to seeing a middle-aged woman being led around by a couple of teenaged girls who really should have been at school, the three of them eagerly discussing what bit of lingerie they thought each other would look best in.
Even if none of them could guess that they were an incestuous family, it still must have presented rather a weird picture.
"Oh. My. God." The words came out in a blissful sigh that reminded Ruth of what her sister sounded like when she was having an orgasm. "Just look at that!"
Ruth did look and found that her sibling had let go of their mother and was now holding up a strapless bustier in black satin with sheer sides and shelf cups that would support breasts but also leave them almost entirely exposed. It was paired with the tiniest little black g-string the tomboy had ever seen and she noticed that Kristen was already looking at stockings to go with it.
It was indeed an incredibly sexy outfit, Ruth could hardly deny that, but she did have a question. "Who exactly were you going to put in that?"
Kristen looked her straight in the eye. "You, little sister. This will look fabulous on you! It'll really show off those beautiful tits of your's."
Ann's eyes darted around the store worriedly. She desperately wished that her girls wouldn't make it quite so obvious that they were related to each other, but also fooling around with each other. In her mind, she could easily see some busybody slipping away to call the cops and report them as perverts.
Regarding the garment uncertainly, Ruth worried, "I've never even thought about wearing anything like that in my life. I wonder if I would even know how to put it on . . ."
Kristen scoffed at that even as she passed the lingerie to her. "Don't be stupid, Ruthie. It's not like it's rocket science or anything. Now go into the fitting room and try these on." Turning the other girl, she gave her a little push to get her started. "Anyway, if you run into any trouble at all, you can always call on me and mom for help."
Ann cringed, noticing that she had gotten a very odd look indeed from the girl behind the counter at that. Even as one of her daughters walked away with her armload of sexy stuff, she threw an arm around the other one and pulled her in close.
"Um, sweetie?" she hissed, glancing meaningfully at the people around them. "Maybe we should be a little more careful about what we say in public?"
Kristen just gave her a smile and kissed her firmly on the lips.
It would only be about ten minutes or so before Ruth returned to them to somewhat sheepishly ask for help. With the bustier a tight fit, just as it was designed to be, and with it's little hook and eye closures running up the back, she was having absolutely no success in putting it on by herself.
Whether or not the youngest among them really needed some help or was just hoping to have some fun in the fitting room, both Ann and Kristen leapt at the chance to help her get into the lingerie. It was the younger girl who carried the day however, adamantly insisting that she didn't want their mother to see what she or her sister looked like in their new underwear until they got home.
Watching the two girls dash off for the fitting room together, sagged back against a display with a resigned grumble.
It was not until after she'd received three funny looks from passers-by that she realized with great embarrassment and a flaming face that her hand had inadvertently come to rest on a dummy's breast, making it look like she was copping a feel.
* * *
The two teens hurried down the narrow aisle that led between the fitting rooms, three on either side.
Kristen noted with some interest that only one of them seemed to be occupied at the moment, it's little privacy curtain drawn. She was led by her sister right past that one, going all the way to the back and entering the one on the right.
The fitting room itself was unimpressive, but about what she had expected. It was no larger than a walk-in closet, she observed, with a little wooden bench along one side and with a full length mirror hung on the wall opposite. The lingerie her sister had been sent to try on lay in an untidy pile at the end of the bench. Pulling the curtain closed behind them, she saw that it easily covered the opening but that it ended almost a foot off the ground.
Just as soon as they were separated from the rest of the world, Kristen turned and attacked her sibling, crushing their mouth's together in a long and feverish kiss, her arms wrapping snugly around her neck. Ruth happily returned the kiss, her arms going around her sister's waist as she accepted her sister's tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmm," Kristen purred, keeping her voice pitched kind of low because of that other occupied fitting room, her lips moving to the other girl's neck. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day."
Ruth giggled, totally sympathizing with her. "Who would have thought that fucking members of our own family would have turned us into nymphomaniacs?"Her hands trembled a little, wanting to sink down and grab her sister by the ass, but she forced herself to resist that temptation, at least.
Kristen laughed. "We're not nymphomaniacs, Ruthie"
As far as she was concerned, they were simply in the honeymoon phase of this new and illicit romance, where everything was still new and exciting. Things were bound to calm down and settle into a routine if they continued committing incest, which she was okay with so long as it didn't get mundane and routine like their parents' love life apparently had.
The young women shared one more long, hungry kiss, but then pried themselves off each other.
"Now come on, Kris. Mom will kill us if she finds out we slipped away to have a little fun without her."
"I know, I know. Keep your voice down though, okay? Mom's getting worried that we're attracting attention."
"Whatever."
