Incest/Taboo Lonely Hearts

It took almost two hours to both mow and trim the sizeable yard we had. I was already considering the possibility of looking into a riding mower to cut down the time it took doing it as I entered the back door into the kitchen area. Lisa was just then setting plates out on the table for the lunch she'd obviously just prepared.

"Go ahead and wash up John. Lunch will be ready in a few minutes here."

Even as I stood at the kitchen sink washing up, I took the moment to eyeball my sister. Though dressed now, she was hardly wearing more than what she now did in the evenings. Though anyone coming over wouldn't have given that much thought, though I certainly was. The beige shorts she had on were baggy, though short, giving her legs a much longer look to them. I couldn't help doing that, admiring and taking in her still firm muscular shape, the tone of her calves, not to mention the firmness of her cute ass. She was wearing a plaid sleeveless blouse, the shirttail tied in a tight little knot just beneath her breasts. The way she was wearing it, molded her very obvious bare breasts, and though giving her support, highlighted the fact she wasn't wearing one as they jostled about freely just a little. I watched without trying to be too obvious about it even as she finished placing everything on the table in preparation for our mid-afternoon lunch together.

"Ok John...I think you've had ample time to stare at my tits, I'm sure your hands weren't all that dirty!"

I swear, she had eyes in the back of her head, and on the sides too. I walked over, smacking her on the ass however before taking my seat. "Well if you're going to run around like that, you'll have to just get used to my looking at them," I informed her, enjoying the sensation of being able to talk like this with her. Obviously, we'd gone into the 'familiar zone' with one another, so more open, uninhibited and even playful banter was to be expected. Seeing her smile, I knew it was welcomed too, along with the half friendly slap on her ass as she squealed in delight, though side-stepping away from me in anticipation of another perhaps.

Lisa had fixed egg-salad sandwiches, one of my favorites, and one I hadn't had in a while. Not since the last time she had made them for me, which I couldn't even put a date to as long as it had been. "Thanks sis...you spoil me," I told her devouring half of one almost before she had a chance to say "you're welcome," which she said by simply placing her hand over one of mine, squeezing it briefly before biting into her own sandwich. We sat enjoying our food, silence taking over for a moment, though as I sat eating, I couldn't help but overhearing this strange unfamiliar sound.

"What is that?" I asked looking up over towards the window as though the sound was something coming from outside. Just vague enough to give me that impression as nothing within the room itself suggested anything that could be making it. "Can you hear that?" I asked her again now standing.

"Hear what?"

"That...that, that buzzing sound," I said now leaning over the sink staring out the window, though in doing so, now clearly hearing it behind me, and not outside. I turned looking at Lisa, a big grin on her face as she sat there still chewing on her sandwich. I furrowed my brow, once more looking at her directly. "That's coming from you!" I rightly accused, to which she of course laughed, almost spewing the last bit of food in her mouth as she struggled to keep from actually choking on it.

"I was wondering when you'd eventually figure that out John. You're right of course, it is me...or rather the mini vibe I have inside me."

"Mini what?"

"Mini vibrator. I told you earlier, sometimes I like to tease myself throughout the day." She then stood removing what appeared to be a small remote control from her pants pocket, only then revealing the fact that a small thin cord ran up the side of her shorts, and then down over her waistband, disappearing into god knows where from there. "Right now...it's on really low," she informed me, then turning it up a little, that humming, buzzing sound taking on a noticeable difference though she quickly turned it down again. "Suzie likes being teased," she then said.

"Suzie? Who the hells Suzie? And what's she got to do with what you're doing now?" I asked totally confused and bewildered here, not to mention mildly shocked at realizing what she was doing here.

Once more she laughed. "Suzie Q...my pussy," she said. "You know, like the song?"

"You named your pussy, Suzie Q?"

"Along time ago, even before I started dating Jack yes. Don't you have a name for your penis?"

"No," I said looking at her.

"You're kidding me? I thought all guys named their dicks, you mean you never did?"

"I don't know what books you've been reading, but none of the guys I ever knew ever named their dicks no. Maybe their girlfriends did...but the guys? No...at least I certainly never did. Though maybe if you think about it, Dick sort of is a name I guess."

"Doesn't count," Lisa told me. "We'll have to come up with something for him."

"Him?"

"Yeah...him. I'll have to give that some thought," she said grinning once more though sitting down once again after putting her remote control back inside her pocket.

"Anyway...Suzie likes it when I tease her like this for a bit, without letting her climax. Makes it a lot nicer one, a lot harder when I let her come later."

"Her."

"Yeah...her. Him. We...us," she giggled.

"You're making me hard."

"Good. Stay hard. Now...finish your lunch. We need to go to the store and pick up a few things."

"We? As in you...me,"

"And Suzie...yes, Suzie Q."

I just shook my head and laughed, though curious and asking. "What if someone hears that? You know, while we're shopping?"

"No worries...I'll turn it off just before we go in, she likes that, the tease...the anticipation of when we come back outside again."

"Suzie."

"Yeah...Suzie," Lisa winked and then began clearing up the dishes. "And if we hurry, I might even let you kiss Suzie on the lips as soon as we get back."

As I went upstairs to put a shirt on, I found myself whistling a familiar tune...not to mention running through a list of names. "Damn it woman!" I said and then laughed. In her own strange unique way, Lisa was indeed making me feel alive again.

True to her word, Lisa had turned off the vibrator she still had up inside her by the time we got to the grocery store. The problem was, I'd vaguely been hearing it on the drive over, so that by the time we arrived, I was now fully erect. "Shit Lisa! Now see what you've gone and done?" I was tenting through my slacks, wishing now I had thrown on a pair of jeans instead, something that would have at least compressed my current predicament. And of course all she did was laugh as she climbed out of her side of the car. Making adjustments the best I could after getting out myself, I looked down once again. It wasn't as noticeable, but there was no doubt that anyone looking would see there was an obvious bulge there.

"Don't worry about it," she giggled. "Anyone looking will just tell themselves you've got a nice package is all," she smiled again taking my hand and then leading me inside the store. I quickly grabbed a shopping cart, something to help conceal my situation as we began slowly making our way up and down the aisles, gathering things off my sister's shopping list. At least as we did this, my stiff aching member finally started to go down. Until we reached the produce aisle.

I wasn't thinking anything really by the time we arrived there, but moments later as Lisa began picking through some of the cucumbers I began getting nervous and worried again. Mainly because she was fondling a couple of them almost intimately, giving me a particular 'look' and a smile as she did. She even stuck her tongue out briefly, flicking the tip of one of them without even bothering to look around to see if anyone was watching her, though I certainly did. And my worst fears came to fruition in doing that, as an attractive young looking blond came strolling over towards us, pushing her cart. By the look on her face she was very much aware of what was going on here. She held a diminutive smile, not trying to hide it necessarily, but obviously amused. Now standing next to Lisa likewise fishing through a few others laying there, as Lisa returned the one she'd been holding, searching out others, the young woman spoke to her.

"I know my husband prefers the really big thick ones," she said almost conspiratorially. "Though I prefer the long skinny ones myself. I think he just enjoys the visual of it more than anything."

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, listening to the two of them standing there talking about cucumbers in this way, especially as they both now held one, almost stroking it as though getting a seductive feel for it.

"I think I'll stay with the slimmer one," Lisa told her, only then looking over at me, or rather down at my crotch again, which of course drew the other woman's eyes as well. "I think John will be pleased either way, watching me...so I think I'll stick with this one." She then placed it in a plastic bag, as the blonde likewise did the same with hers, though she gave my crotch another going over before winking at Lisa.

"Have fun," she said and then pushed her way down the aisle stopping in front of the rather large carrots. She held one up. "These aren't bad either," she added, giggling, placing it back and then proceeded on along her way.

"Jesus H!" I finally exclaimed as we soon followed behind, though I pushed our cart considerably slower, hoping to place some distance between us. I soon wouldn't have my shopping cart to use as any sort of protection from my once again obvious state.

We managed to make it out of the store without any further incidents, packing away several grocery bags in the back seat. Lisa was still fumbling with a few as I walked around to my side of the car getting in. Closing the back door on her side, she then came forward sitting down on her side, settling in...buckling up. She held the cucumber in her hand.

"Home James," she grinned wickedly. "But slowly though...I think you're going to enjoy this."

Lisa reached down pulling out the small bullet vibrator she had inside her. I was amazed at how small it was, and that it could even give her the kind of tingling pleasures she'd obviously been experiencing. "Suzie's happy...want to feel?" She asked. I couldn't help but laugh, letting my sister draw my hand over and down between her legs as she pulled one side of her baggy shorts over, showing me just how easily accessible she was. It only dawned on me then, she hadn't been wearing any panties either. She was indeed slick, slippery wet, forcing me to remove my fingers moments later, though not before licking and sucking them off herself. I was almost jealous of her.

Still holding her baggy shorts off to one side, she now took the cucumber, placing it gingerly at the opening of her sex and began teasing herself with it. Slowly, easing the long slim green phallus inside her, likewise withdrawing it. I noticed as she did, it appeared to be coated with an almost milky-white sheen that clung to its glistening surface.

"Trying looking at the road once in a while John," she admonished me. "I don't want to end up on a gurney in a hospital with a cucumber sticking out of my cunt."

I actually did have to slightly correct our position in the road, as well as slowing down a little. My foot had absentmindedly pushed down on the accelerator just a little, though I think that was in response to my trying to relieve some of the pressure off the positioning of my very swollen cock. I then changed my mind, sped up again with my eyes firmly focused on the road ahead of me. We were only a few blocks away from the house. I heard Lisa laugh though I didn't look at her.

"In a hurry to get home are we?" She asked. I reached down, still watching the road, unzipping my pants, freeing my member as it all but sprang up through the opening I had now provided for its escape.

"You might could say that," I said grinning inwardly as she moaned and simply said:

"Oh my!"

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. Aroused, all thought of propriety had fled me. Sliding out of the front seat of the car, I didn't even bother putting my hard cock away. Even as I walked towards the back of the car, opening the car door in order to grab a couple of bags of groceries, I stood there with it sticking out, obscenely, vulgarly, uninhibitedly. Lisa loved it, quickly snatching up the remaining bags and now following me back inside the house where my dick basically led the way.

We'd barely managed to put the bags down on the kitchen counter when she was suddenly there on her knees in front of me, her mouth already surrounding my shaft, sucking it in.

"Thought you wanted to wait," I told her leaning back against the counter now, holding onto the edge for support, gripping it as her mouth suddenly became a vacuum around me.

"I am...we are," she said though she continued to kneel there sucking my dick. "Tell me when you're getting close," she then added. I had no idea what the hell she was up to, but her mouth felt too fucking good at the moment to worry about it. Moments later however, I could feel the sensation alerting me I was going to come soon, though I think my tightening balls were the first early warning signal as she suddenly stood releasing my prick even before I could say anything.

Confused, I stood there watching her as she moved over towards the counter where the bags were and began rummaging through them.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked bewildered.

"Ah...here they are," she said suddenly removing a package of light bulbs we had purchased. "Would you mind grabbing the step ladder out of the utility room?" She asked, confusing me even further. "Come on John, I told you earlier that the light in the hallway needed to be replaced."

I started to wonder if Lisa wasn't showing the first signs of Alzheimer's, and then reached down attempting to put my still hard throbbing cock away.

"Don't you dare," she said looking down at it. "Leave it that way, I rather like it, and want access to it whenever I feel like it," she told me. "Oh...I see, you thought I was going to let you come did you?" She laughed. "Sorry Charlie...we've got a long way to go yet before either one of us does that." She then paused looking at my cock with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What?" I asked her looking down at my almost dark purple swollen monster still sticking out the front of my slacks, looking quite angry at this sudden unexpected turn of events.

"That's what his name will be!" She exclaimed delightedly. "Charlie! From now on...we call him Charlie!"

I managed to procure the stepladder carrying it back into the hallway where Lisa stood expectantly waiting on me. My dick was still sticking out of course, which pleased her to no end as she saw it. I then climbed the ladder, removing the light cover handing that to her so she could clean and dust it off, as she in turn handed me a new light bulb which I then began replacing. As I did, I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock once more, stroking it playfully.

"Damn it Lisa," I said half seriously. "You're gonna make me fall!" I told her just managing to get the new bulb in the fixture as I then turned to take back the light cover and put it on. She continued to stand there and fondle me however until I had, only then releasing me as I climbed back down the ladder again.

I hadn't noticed until that very moment that Lisa had dropped her shorts, which she now stepped out of as she climbed up the ladder there in front of me. Reaching the top rung, she sat down on it, perfectly positioned with her bare pussy right there in front of my face.

"I told you if you were a good boy, I'd let you kiss Suzie on the lips when we got back," she said hotly, her hand already down spreading herself as I stood there looking directly at her. I didn't need to be asked twice, leaning forward, hands now on her knees as I planted my mouth on her lips, sucking and drawing them in, French kissing her...tonguing her, soon locating and flicking her hard little knot with the tip of my tongue. She squealed delightedly, her hands coming up now to rest on the top of my head. "Oh yes John, that's it...lick my fucking cunt!" She cried out obscenely..."Until I tell you otherwise," she then added. She pulled my head up forcing me to look at her. "I promise you John, all this teasing torture will be worth it. Trust me." She then replaced my head back down against her pussy again, and allowed me to lap away at her until she was shuddering on the edge. "Ok...stop. Stop!" She demanded, forcing my head away again. Reluctantly I did so, my face slick with her juices and the heady smell of her.

"Ok, time to change the sheets on the bed now John. I want nice clean sweet smelling sheets for later. You go put the ladder away, and meet me in the bedroom. Once again I reached down almost absentmindedly trying to put my cock away. She waved her finger at me though. "Ah uh John...remember?"

I left it out...carried the ladder back where I'd found it, and then followed my almost painful aching dick..."Charlie", back up the stairs again.

By the time I arrived in my sister's bedroom, she had already changed clothes. Well...sort of. She had now removed her blouse, her gorgeous tits now fully exposed, though she had in turn put on a pair of black silky laced panties. She looked sexy as hell standing there like that as she pulled the pillow covers off the pillow, and then walked over towards me, draping the two of them over my dick as though its sole purpose in life was for doing that. She then reached for the corner of the mattress lifting that up, and began pulling off the rest of the sheets. "Well?" She asked glaring at me. "Are you and Charlie just going to stand there and watch us work?"

I just shook my head. There was no point in saying anything, or fighting it, as I wandered over, pillowcases still dangling from my cock as I lifted up the other side, removing the sheets from the bed. We then refitted new sheets onto it, smoothed them out, replacing the pillow covers as well, and then the nice thick comforter. In moments the bed was freshly made again, apparently for later.

Now that it was, she pushed me down onto it, tossing away the dirty pillowcases, and began attacking my belt, undoing it. "I want you naked now," she told me. I looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was barely three in the afternoon. "Sorry sweetie. We still have a long...long ways to go yet before we're done." I moaned almost in exasperation, but then she climbed up straddling my legs after having pulled my slacks and shorts completely off me, only then undoing my shirt, tossing that off to one side as well until I was even more naked than she was.

Lisa now straddled my waist, though more specifically my cock, taking it in her hand, cagily slipping it up and through one of her leg openings. Now trapped, I sat there looking at my cock as it rested against her pussy, her sheer silky feeling panties now covering us both. She reached down, now rubbing me through the material, as well as herself as I groaned inwardly at the sensation of that. Her warmth and wetness bathing my cock from one side, her almost cool, slick panties caressing me on the other.

As good as it felt, I was still very frustrated, if not even more so now. Though the torturous tease and pleasure had in the beginning been somewhat enjoyable, it was now becoming almost maddening. "Please sis please...enough with the teasing. I'm not sure I can stand it for much longer, let alone try and survive all of this until this evening."

She smiled, leaning forward kissing me full on the mouth then. Taking my still captured cock with her, pressing hard and firm against her drenched pussy. I felt her soft full breasts grazing my chest as we kissed, tongues now dancing, fencing, as we sucked one another's lips, taking turns even in doing that.

"I'm not all that mean," she sighed whispering. "I never figured you'd be able to...or me either for that matter," she now informed me. "But part of the fun is in not really knowing. But what I need...and what Suzie needs...is a messy face."

"Messy...face?" I asked somewhat relieved.

"Yeah baby...Suzie needs a nice, sticky, messy face."

Lisa reached down once again, placing her hand over my cock through the material of her panties and began caressing me in earnest now. As she did that, I could feel her neither lips almost surrounding me, nearly sucking me inside her. The heat from her cunt in evidence. The warmth of her lubrications bathing me in her essence, though I too was now bathing her in my own as the first streamers of cum drool began to saturate the thin material of her sexy panties.

I was in a sense desperate for her. My own personal resolve crumbling as I actually considered, thought about just spearing her, thrusting my cock inside her, fucking her. But not knowing for sure how she felt, as we'd both addressed that earlier as something neither one of us was sure of, or even wanted to do...I just managed to hold back. It was hell on the one hand, and heaven on the other. But even this, if it's all we ever did, if we never, ever did actually fuck...it was more than I had really truly enjoyed before. And I wasn't about to say or do anything that would fuck that up. Tempted as I now was.

This time when my balls tightened up, ready to explode, I knew there was no holding back. But Lisa knew it too, having grabbed my cock firmly in her hand, though the material of her panties still separated her direct touch on me. She now rubbed it wildly, wickedly back and forth against herself, rubbing my much larger head, against her much, much smaller one. It wasn't long after that, that I felt the searing fire of my climax suddenly erupt. Spurt after spurt of my semen saturating the two of us, her panties soaked now, milky-white cream oozing and seeping through the material. She continued frigging herself with me, the slipperiness of my semen now caressing her clit more directly as she masturbated herself with it, using me. I continued to throb, long after my orgasm had actually abated, the tingling sensation of that sticky mess somehow soothing my almost too tender organ now. Her eyes popped open as she looked down at me. Wicked lust, desire...want in her face.

"Are you ready for this?" She now asked.

"Go for it!" I told her. "Go...for...it!"

Even though I was half expecting it...I was still taken by surprise at the enormity of it. I had no clue...no idea, even warned beforehand. Sure, I had heard about it, even seen it once (sort of) in a video...but never, ever...anything like this. And even then, I didn't quite actually see it, just felt it, especially with her still wearing her panties. Lisa seemed to draw in her breath at some point, actually holding it for a long moment as her body tensed, seemed to hang there, and then just explode all at once. And as she cried out, as she finally expelled her breath, I felt this enormous liquid saturation suddenly pouring out of her, all over me...us, Charlie and Suzie Q. I felt my sister's fluids, her juice pouring through her panties, all over my cock, down my legs, saturating my balls and everything below that. She thrashed above me, still crying out deliriously as her orgasm swept through her, over her, and around her all at once. Eventually she collapsed, her fully body covering mine, her breathing still labored as she fought to finally control it. When she eventually did, she sat up, her face flushed, blushing just a little.

"I warned you," she said. "Hope that didn't freak you out though," she then added. "It's been a while...a long...long while, since I've come quite like that."

"Freak me out? No. Surprise me? Yes...but damn sis...that was nice, really...really nice."

In truth, at first...I thought she was actually peeing on me. But even if she had been, if that's what she'd actually done, I was amazed that the thought of her doing that didn't bother me. And even after when I learned, it was purely and simply a woman's full on squirting ejaculate instead, I was intrigued by it, stimulated, and now looked forward to seeing her doing it again.

"Fuck!"

"What?"

"We're going to need to make the bed again," she announced. "That...and now I need to wash the comforter too."

I laughed. "You go get the sheets...and I'll start stripping the bed."

"Deal," she said as she slipped out of the bed. "And then after that...you go downstairs, watch some TV for a while and relax. I'll bring you a beer while you're doing that. And then later...after dinner, I'll show you something else fun," she hinted with that knowing look of hers.

I swatted her ass again as she dodged me heading out into the hall towards the linen closet, giggling the entire way.

And I knew even as she did that...I wanted to fuck her more than anything. Not just fuck her however, make love to her. I stood there realizing even as I repeated the words. More than anything in my life at the moment...I wanted desperately to have sex with my own flesh and blood.

I sat on my recliner sipping my beer, half watching the TV, half looking at my sister. Lisa sat in her chair sipping on one as well. She was still mostly naked, though I was too. Still wearing her cum-drenched panties, explaining to me when she came walking in still wearing them, that she wanted to "feel" me for a while, as well as smell me...smell us all mingled together as it was just one more aphrodisiac that turned her on. I was just starting to get amorous again simply looking at her when the sound of the doorbell upstairs alerted us both that we were about to have company.

"Shit! I forgot! Marsha said she might be dropping by later. Wanted to show me the new dress she got for her niece's wedding!" Jumping up, she tossed on her bathrobe, about the only thing she could do, and hurried towards the stairs.

"What should I do?" I asked. I had nothing to wear, and really...no place to go either.

She turned briefly before bounding up the stairs in order to answer the door. "You stay where...and how you are. I'll come back in a bit and let you know how things are going," she informed me. "Oh...and if you finish that one, you can finish my beer," she added. And with that...she was gone.

It was a strange sensation, sitting there naked, company in the house. I could hear the two of them talking briefly, though without being able to make out what was being said, talking in low tones, and then giggling. Seconds after that, the sounds of the two of them moving off, heading upstairs. And then parting, one set of feet heading back downstairs again, the others heading up. I figured Marsha was heading up towards the bedroom, with Lisa now coming down, which she confirmed seconds later as she rounded the corner of the hallway peeking in at me.

"She wants to show me how it looks on her," she stated. She then paused, considering, and then grinned. "If you want a peek at her...give us a minute. I'll leave the door cracked for you," she said, and then hurried back up the stairs again.

I had in fact met Marsha a number of times. She was Lisa's best and dearest friend. Only a year or two younger than Lisa, they had very often gone out together at least once a month and even golfed together on a league during the summer. I had even kissed her once, under the mistletoe during Christmas time a few years back. It had all been in fun of course, everyone was kissing everyone under that sprig there beneath the doorway in the hall. The thing was, she'd slipped me the tongue when doing so, which had caught me off guard, just luckily for me, my wife hadn't been around at the time to have seen that. But even after losing Kathy, Lisa had once let it be known to me, that if I was interested, Marsha was too. She'd gotten divorced a year after that Christmas party. No surprise there. Her husband had been fucking the hostess at the time, another one of their mutual friends.

She was attractive, admittedly...but honestly, other than her looks, just not my type. Marsha was a natural red-headed beauty, Irish descent, with splotches of freckles on her shoulders than actually looked sexy, not to mention the few that seemed sprinkled on her chest as they disappeared down into the low-cut gown she'd been wearing at the time. I sat there thinking about what Lisa had just said to me..."If I wanted a peek?" Surprised that she'd even venture down that road with me...let alone with Marsha. Still, there was something about the way she'd said that, hinting at it, that said more. Intrigued, I figured I'd given them plenty of time to start trying on dresses, and hurriedly, yet quietly made my way up the stairs. Sure enough, approaching my sister's bedroom door, I could see it was open just a crack. And though I was naked, and surely in a precarious situation here if I was discovered, the sounds of their laughter and giggling drew me closer towards the door.

"Well? What do you think?" I heard her asking as I planted one eye against the opening peering inside. Marsha was standing in front of the full-length mirror just inside the closet admiring herself, with Lisa standing off to one side. She was wearing an elegant floor-length emerald green dress, though with the bright red hair, she admittedly reminded me of Christmas all over again. The one obvious thing about it, her boobs looked like they were about to pour out of it, which Lisa then addressed in fact.

"It's a beautiful dress honey, just make sure you don't bend over though, or move too quickly one way or the other, or your girls will make a sudden unannounced appearance."

"I know," Marsha sighed cupping them now, trying to keep them in place. "Makes me almost wish my tits weren't as big as they are," she sighed once more. "But I do love the dress."

Lisa walked around in front of her at this point, now looking towards the doorway. By the knowing look on her face, she knew I was there. Still wearing her robe, it parted however, opening. I could see the swell of my sister's breasts as she stood there, still wearing of all things...her recently cum-filled panties. "Let me see something," she offered, and then unzipped Marsha's dress just enough to comfortably pull down the front. Marsha's rather large breasts, even bigger than Lisa's were, suddenly spilling out. My earlier wonderings suddenly confirmed as a splash of freckles further decorated her tits, areolas almost as red as her hair was, with seemingly hard stiff nipples protruding off each one. Lisa cupped her friend's breasts pressing them together for a moment. Though I think she was doing that more so for me, than for actually doing anything.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to cop a feel," Marsha quipped.

"Who knows? Maybe I am?" Lisa responded in kind, though stepping back now, appearing to look and think for a moment.

"Well, you let me know if you ever are interested," Marsha joked back. "I've actually never been with a woman myself before, but you'd certainly be the exception to that given the chance."

Lisa stepped up, taking the woman's breasts back in her hands again, once more molding them positioning as though trying to see something. "Like I said honey...next time we go out and get drunk, maybe you can take advantage of me then...who knows what might happen after that?"

"Quit teasing me...you're getting me horny, especially fondling my tits like that." "I'm not fondling honey...I'm looking. If I was fondling...you'd know. I'd be doing something like this instead," she said leaning over and all too briefly sucking in one of Marsha's hard nipples. Marsha gasped as she did that. But Lisa quickly stopped standing upright again. "Now you know," she laughed turning towards her dresser as Marsha stood there looking on at her in wide-eyed surprise. Though I was too, even though neither of them could see me doing it. And not only that...I now had a hard on again.

"Let's try this," she said turning back towards her friend. "A while back I had a similar problem with my boobs falling out. Got this, seemed to help. Might do the same for you, might as well see shall we?"

It was hard to tell really, but it appeared to be some kind of tape or something. Lisa was the one actually placing her hands on Marsha's boobs again, and then fitting them back into the dress. She tore off a couple of pieces of tape, strategically placing them, refitting the woman's boobs, and then stood back again. "Try leaning over now, let's see what happens." Marsha did. Leaning forward far more than what you'd figure she would under any circumstances. I got a nice clear view of her massive cleavage as she did that, even swaying from side to side some, but they appeared to stay where they were supposed to. "Now...trying bouncing a little, let's see what that does." She bounced, but this time her boobs did pop out of the dress, once again fully revealing themselves.

"Ok, so no bouncing," Marsha stated, laughing as she stood there once again admiring herself, with her tits hanging out.

"Yeah, no bouncing. But other than that, I think that the tape may help, so you're welcome to try it."

"Thank you," Marsha said, now unzipping the dress the rest of the way as she proceeded to take it completely off. Lisa glanced back towards me once more, grinned and winked. Marsha was in fact only wearing a black thong beneath the dress. As Marsha began to dress in her other clothing, she asked: "By the way, how come you're running around half naked in the middle of the day anyway? And where's John at?" She slyly added.

"Because I was busy masturbating just before you arrived, that's why," Lisa said openly, surprising her friend perhaps with the candid response, which wasn't all that far from the truth either. Though the truth would have been something else entirely. "And John's in his bedroom taking a nap I think. He's had a long...hard day," she added. Marsha looked at her friend for a moment, a curious look on her face. Though I chose that moment to quietly head down to my room before I overheard anything else being said.

I lay there on my own bed, quietly, and idly playing with myself as though having nothing else to do. I soon heard my sister's door opening, and the two of them entering the hall, still talking and giggling.

"If I didn't know you better...I swear Lisa," Marsha was saying, though they soon headed downstairs again so I didn't catch anything else that might have been said. Minutes later I could hear the sound of Marsha's car starting, and knew she'd be leaving soon. But it had given me pause as I considered their conversation.

"What would people think if they found out about what we had been doing? Especially our own children? Let alone other friends and neighbors? As exciting as this all was, had been...where we indeed playing with fire here? And would it perhaps be better if we took the time to actually sit down and discuss this, before things really did get out of hand here?"

I rolled out of bed, slipped into a fresh clean pair of boxer shorts even as I heard the sound of my sister's footsteps coming back up the stairs again.

It was time to talk.​