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Sarah returned from the other side of the house. "All windows open as you commanded." She whirled around a few times, hair lifting slightly as she spun, arms up in a clumsy pirouette.
"Well done, young lady." Linda replied facetiously as she gazed upon her sister's lithe form.
I'm so grateful she's healthy and happy now. Such a beautiful girl.
"I almost forgot, honey." Linda put her hands around Sarah's waist as she stopped spinning. "Go get the ice chest out of the car." Without a word, little sis performed a silly, impromptu dance out the front door. Back in the kitchen, Linda pulled on the refrigerator's big chrome handle.
God, I hope they haven't sullied it. Pretty please to the powers that be.
Luckily, the white interior of the old Kelvinator was spotless. Even the light bulb blinked on without hesitation.
"Here you go." Sarah hefted the big ice chest onto the kitchen table, next to the box of groceries. Linda could hear half-melted ice sloshing around inside the insulated plastic container.
While the kids got busy with cleaning up, she wrote down a list of items she would get at the grocery store the next day. She extracted a number of cans from the cardboard box, placing them in the cupboard. A loaf of wheat bread was placed in the bread box. Milk and other items went into the fridge.
The sun had dropped to the horizon by the time they got everything in order and sparkling again. Linda dried her hands on a blue-striped kitchen towel as she watched Billy drag the offensive mattress to the dump area out back. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were on the menu that afternoon. Linda tested the old porcelain range, since she was intent on cooking proper meals at least a few times during their stay. Mother and children could not live by sandwiches alone!
Linda watched her kids inhale the sandwiches as she chewed hers thoughtfully. Billy slurped a cold glass of milk down like he was dying of thirst, letting out a belch after he was done.
"Fucking pig," Sarah admonished, although she was smiling as she watched Billy lick his lips, then the rim of the glass. Linda glared at her sister.
Such language!
"In the sink, son." Linda pointed at his glass and small plate as he tried to abandon them on the kitchen table. Of course, he obeyed.
"Let's at least get wet before the sun goes down," Sarah said, also rinsing her glass and plate, leaving them in the plastic dishpan in the sink. She bolted out the door before Linda could respond.
"Hey, wait for me!" Billy called after his young aunt, running to catch up, but Sarah wouldn't slow her pace, kicking up sand in her wake.
Linda didn't have time to put on her bathing suit. Still in her regular, albeit skimpy attire she trotted out across the front yard, through the gate.
Ah, I'll just get my feet wet for now and dig out the bathing suit tomorrow.
"Don't you dare go out very far!" Linda yelled. "You know the rule about swimming after you eat!" Only the wind and seagulls heard her. She finally made her way to the sand, stepping into the waves alongside her kids. The moment her toes met the water, Linda's eyes closed as she sighed with pleasure and release. She had waited many longs months for this moment.
Oh, my god, yesss...
Seafoam covered her feet and ankles. Another, stronger wave followed, water rising to just below her knees. Sampling only a tiny bit of the massive force of the sea, Linda again became fully aroused. The water's rhythmic surging made her flash hot with need, nipples erect, ready for love.
Jesus, if my kids weren't right behind me, I'd masturbate on the spot. Strip naked and let the waves crash between my legs.
Another wave surprised her, surging up to Linda's waist, knocking her off balance as her body sang with joy, spirit soaring. The water's force pushed her back several feet as she rode the crest, gasping with arousal.
It's like the sea is making love to me. God, these waves feel so good. And the sound! I could do this forever.
Linda momentarily forgot about her kids as slender fingers crept down beneath her navel. Already she was almost there and it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She toyed with a springy mass of pubes, probing lower, ever so slowly, surreptitiously pressing down.
Ohhh, yes...yes! My pussy's about to burst. I just need to come, just once, to get this edge off.
Eyelids fluttering, she heard another wave coming, the roar of the sea growing steadily in her ears. Her fingertip brushed across her erect clit as she bit her lower lip.
Several months passed where Dolores was a near-constant presence in Linda's home. Linda and her father welcomed her gratefully, as she helped the family find their way out of the darkness. Linda, in spite of the love and attention, spent many nights in tears, longing for her husband and his touch. Dolores was never far away.
"Let me lie with you." The bedroom was so dark, hardly anything could be seen. That night was one of many where Linda's sobbing never ebbed. Dolores, in her white nightgown, slid under the covers and drew her weeping friend against her bosom.
"Ahhh, yes." The older woman sighed as she kissed Linda's temple, cheek and, finally, her lips, squeezing the young mother tight as if she could still the convulsions of her body.
In time, sleep overcame both of them, but their bodies remained snugly intertwined. Only when the babies cried for milk did the women pull themselves apart. With a sad smile, Linda bared her breasts as Dolores brought Billy and Sarah. Once they started nursing comfortably, Dolores stroked Linda's hair, watching two eager mouths satiate their hunger.
"That's it, young mother." Dolores's dark skin contrasted with the stark white of her nightgown. Her large, dark areolas could barely be detected in the lamplight. Two thick buds protruded underneath the fabric. "Feed your babies and make them healthy and strong."
Linda's half-closed eyes gazed up at her beautiful friend's face as she nodded slightly.
Soon, Dolores's bed went unused, night after night, as they began sleeping together. The presence of another warm body, although not her husband's, soothed her spirits, helping her get a better night's sleep.
Nothing was ever said about the new sleeping arrangement. To Linda, it was as natural and organic as the love and friendship that existed between the two women. Still, dreams plagued her. Visions of her husband and his gentle face haunted her night's journey. She missed the kissing, the strong arms around her waist. She also missed the pounding of William's cock deep inside her pussy as they fought to keep the din of their raw, uninhibited lovemaking quiet so as to not alert her father.
Many nights she awoke from a dream totally aroused, panting, her pussy throbbing and ready. She also came to realize she was masturbating in her sleep. More and more, she blinked into wakefulness with her fingers buried deep inside. With Dolores's body only inches away, she quietly extracted her slick digits, quietly licking them clean, falling back to sleep.
Sometimes she would lie there, in the dark stillness, listening to Dolores's steady breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her breast, inhaling the scent of her friend's body. Skin would always be touching skin, be it a hand or a foot or a cheek. Sometimes Dolores would throw a leg over her friend's thigh and spoon their hips together, creating a moist pocket of heat.
Linda pondered what Dolores said about her abusive husband and the dim view she held of the male sex in general. She still held the belief that someone in Dolores's life, the right someone, like her dear William, would make all the difference. She wondered how Dolores coped without a man and, just as importantly, a lover.
If there's nobody in her life, how does she get by without physical love? My William's been gone only a short time and I'm about to go crazy! God, I wonder if Dolores ever masturbates? She must!
The mere idea of her friend pleasuring herself elicited a strong response in Linda's needy mind and body, making her squirm and throb. Although she initially flashed hot with shame for even harboring these thoughts, she eventually allowed them to join her nightly montage of mind-images.
God, not having my man is turning me into such a naughty pervert.
One summer night, the two women pressed their bodies tightly together in another journey through the nocturnal hinterland. As usual, Linda's dreams took her to past days when William mounted her almost nightly, thrusting away like an animal until he injected a copious load of thick, sticky semen deep inside her body. His eyes never lost contact with hers as countless surges of pleasure overtook the young lovers.
"Take it," he panted, still undulating against her furry mound, even after he came. "Keep it inside your body. Make a baby for us to love."
In moments like this Linda would break into tears. Her love for William was so intense it made her chest hurt, pressure welling up inside her breast until she couldn't speak. She nodded as wet kisses covered her face, neck and shoulders.
"Yes, my love. Yes."
Linda awakened into harsh reality, as she had done many nights before, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Fuck me.
By now, she was accustomed to these brutal jolts. This particular evening, aside from her fingers again being buried deep inside her pussy, Linda felt her body burning up, her nightgown saturated with sweat. She didn't feel unwell, it was merely the intense heat created as Dolores spooned her from behind. Night air from the open window didn't help very much. This time Linda didn't remove her fingers but squeezed her thighs tightly together.
God, it's a furnace under these blankets! What do I do? I don't want to wake Dolores. I wish we could just get naked and lie atop the covers.
Linda's fingers wriggled inside her pussy.
Jesus, if I could just get off, I could fall back to sleep.
With Dolores's breaths wafting across her neck and her hand resting on Linda's thigh, the horny young mother gently curled her fingers up to massage the spongy area behind her clit. The sensation was immediate and intense. Linda tried not to pant and moan as her body was carried away by a strong current of pleasure.
God, I hope she doesn't wake up. I just need to come. Just once.
Linda fought to keep still, thinking of William, remembering how they also tried desperately to keep their lovemaking as quiet as possible so her father wouldn't hear. Pleasure swelled inside her, fingers having found a steady rhythm inside her hot, wet cave.
Fuck, yes! Oh, god, this feels so good. Almost there. Almost.
Then it happened.
Linda was so lost in masturbatory bliss, she didn't notice another hand slipping down to cover hers. Once she did, she was already on her way to orgasm.
Oh, my god! What's happening? What are we doing?
The first thought was to pull away and stop this perverted madness, but her heart and body said otherwise. She so desperately needed to come, and now to be physically loved by someone she trusted. It was too late to change course.
"Dolores?" She wasn't sure if she'd said it out loud. The answer came immediately.
"Shhh, now." Hot breath caressed Linda's neck as Dolores nuzzled her soft flesh. "Please let me."
"Ohhh..." Linda exhaled, relaxing somewhat, eager to surrender as she pressed back against her friend's body, her pussy about to burst.
"That's it, my love." Dolores kissed Linda's neck and cheek, pressing her fingers down over Linda's, applying more pressure to her sweet spot. "Don't be afraid. Let it come. It's okay. Let it come."
"Yes, Dolores. Yesss..." Linda hissed into the night as she passed the point of no return. "Coming for you...coming!"
Dolores held firm as her lover bucked in orgasm.
An opaque emerald wave crashed over Linda's body as the climax hit. For a moment, she was submerged, the sound of churning water filling her ears. Her eyes and mouth squeezed shut, teeth clenching as a low growl rumbled in her throat.
Oh, god...yes! Goddamn! YES!!!
Her fingers dug deep inside her pussy as Linda shuddered and climaxed again.
Son of a bitch! Another one! That really hits the fucking spot.
The next second, a slender pair of arms slid up under her armpits, pulling Linda upright. She pulled her fingers free, although her body still convulsed with aftershocks from the massive orgasm. She felt a cheek pressing against hers, a small body holding her from behind.
"Sis!" Sarah's voice rasped, panting from exertion. "What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to drown?"
Linda hissed as another orgasm overtook her. Her hand had gone limp as Dolores took charge, expertly manipulating her fingers against Linda's juicy pink sweetness.
"Yes...yes. This is what you need." Dolores kissed her shoulder, nuzzling more smooth, hot, bare flesh.
"Uh huh," was all the young mother could say, panting, her mouth open with pleasure. "Uh HUH!"
For several delicious minutes, Dolores's hand covered her friend's as the spasms subsided. They remained silent, their breathing the only sound to the heard, as their fingers intertwined. Finally, Linda broke the silence.
"Oh, honey," she almost wept. "Goddamn!" It had been so very long since she came with another person present. The last shreds of hesitation fell away as she turned toward Dolores, their faces only inches apart.
Linda didn't hesitate to press her lips against her friend's, arms encircling her waist to embrace her supple body, their breasts mashed together. Dolores's full lips made kissing an indescribable pleasure, all soft and wet and hungry. Not a second passed before Dolores upped the game, opening her mouth and lashing her tongue against Linda's.
Linda moaned while they necked like horny teenagers, their mouths devouring each other's, impatient and greedy for more. Dolores clamped her hands around Linda's buttocks, pulling their burning mounds together. Before long, bodies started to undulate gently, then more aggressively. Linda wanted to rip her damp clothes off and rub her throbbing clit against Dolores's bush.
As if Dolores had read Linda's mind, she pulled back. "Let's get these things off."
With covers pushed down around their feet, nightgowns went over their heads, tossed aside as their naked bodies again melded together, their mouths kissing, licking and sucking as they comingled their wet, matted fur.
"Ohhh, Dolores, honey, YES!" Linda whispered into the night as kisses covered her face, neck and shoulders. Hard tips rubbed against hard tips, tingling with electricity as hips pounded together. In no time, another climax overtook Linda as Dolores's breathy words of encouragement washed over her face.
"Yes, my love, YES!" Just as the words escaped her lips, her body also convulsed in orgasm, the bedframe emitting an errant squeak as their glowing bodies crested wave after wave of pleasure. For an eternity, they clung to each other, silent, until sleep overtook them again.
Linda sputtered, taking several deep breaths as sister Sarah helped her to her feet.
"Are you guys all right?" Billy shouted in the distance.
Sarah kept her hands around Linda's waist until she was sure her sister could stand on her own.
"Sis, you gotta watch those waves," Sarah furrowed her brow, examining Linda's face.
What the fuck?
Sarah felt strange being the one giving words of caution to her older sister. Linda gazed back, mouth agape, with a strange look on her face. Then she smiled.
Goddamn, that felt good.
"Sis?" Sarah raised an eyebrow. She remembered how her sister's body was jerking as she pulled her up from the sea floor. It was not something unfamiliar to the nineteen-year-old.
"Yes, I'm okay." Linda managed to stammer out. "Don't worry, I wasn't in any danger." She had to shout above the next approaching surge. "I just love these waves so much I got lost for a moment."
By now, Sarah was looking at her sister with a simultaneously puzzled and comical look on her face. Always the perceptive girl, she realized what her sister had done.
I bet you love these waves, Sis. Why don't you just masturbate in private like the rest of us horny girls?
"Okayyy, then." Sarah raised both eyebrows, still processing what had happened as she wrapped her arm around Linda's waist. The next wave pushed them toward the shore.
God, big sister needs sex about as much as I do!
Billy waded up to the two women as they trudged out of the water, also placing a hand on his mother's hip as they walked her back to dry land. Linda felt wet fabric clinging to her body and sand between her toes as the sea's rumble fell behind. No doubt her erect nipples were poking against the thin barrier of her practically non-existent bra and cotton blouse for all to see. She looked around the beach, the stupidly innocent grin returning to her face. The next moment, Mother returned.
"Let's build a fire and dry off," Linda said, slapping her son on the ass with a wet smack. "I think we have some wood left over from last year."
"Sounds good to me!" Billy broke into a run toward the house. He was no stranger to the weather-worn bin where they kept any usable pieces of driftwood or burnable items they came across.
"And watch out for spiders and god knows what else!" Linda added, shouted after her son. "I don't want you in the emergency room!"
"Okay, Mom, okay!" Billy's voice faded as he circled around the back of the house.
"I know, I know," Linda said, mostly to herself. "He's all grown up." A heavy sigh and another squeeze around her kid sister's waist. "Dammit, both of you are all grown up."
Sarah didn't respond, but merely nuzzled her sister's wet shoulder, her eyes resting on the two thick, erect buds straining against Linda's blouse. Although she could have easily let go of her waist, they were far from the waves by now, she enjoyed the contact and squeezed her tighter. Still, she couldn't avert her eyes from Linda's proud, albeit matronly, tits.
God, those nips are like rocks when they get hard. I wonder what they'd feel like in my mouth? Mmmm...
Sarah felt heat rising in her body. The thought of suckling Linda lingered in her mind involuntarily. And this wasn't the first time.
Damn, Sarah-girl. Are you a fucking perv or what? That's your sister, the one who raised you! Still...
Visions of her mouth on Linda's tits persisted, much to her chagrin. It wasn't like Sarah had never seen her sister naked. They were siblings, dammit! As Linda grew older, she was less and less inclined to expose her body to anyone, feeling a sense of shame with her aging body. Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of her pussy starting to throb, getting all wet, her clit growing erect.
Come to think of it, I need to get off, too.
By the time they got the fire going, the sun was practically gone. They pulled out some ratty old blankets from the hall closet and spread them across the sand. The steady rhythm of the waves was joined by crackling licks of flame, wavering light playing upon their bodies.
Linda uncorked a bottle of unexceptional, but palatable, cabernet. She filled three Dixie cups half-full and passed them around.
"I guess you kids are old enough for a little of this."
"Oh, my!" Sarah's voice conveyed slight mockery. "I'm not sure I can handle it!"
Billy slurped away, crinkling his nose at the dry, slightly bitter liquid, unimpressed.
"Oh, I'm sure you're no stranger." Linda playfully smacked her sister on the thigh.
"I'm not telling," Sarah replied, smirking, trying not to down in one gulp the ridiculously modest portion swirling in her cup.
In time, talk waned into silence as everyone stared at the fire, waves crashing in the background, a ritual that had been repeated by the beach's inhabitants down through the ages even before Linda's distant ancestors ever thought about this place of retreat and solace. All three of them ended up in a bundle, their bodies pressed together, sharing warmth and love, sleepily staring at the last feeble licks of flame, then glowing embers. This level of closeness among the three could only happen at the beach house. Linda, mildly drunk and totally relaxed, reluctantly spoke.
"I'm going inside, kids." She murmured, kissing each one of them on the cheek. "You can stay out here for a while longer if you want."
Neither Sarah or Billy wanted their soft, warm heat source to leave. Their sighs almost sounded like groans of protest.
"But you can't sleep out here. Who knows what weirdos walk the beach at night or, even worse, some drunken college boys on the prowl."
"Oh, gods forbid," Sarah whispered, her lips caressing Linda's shoulder. The wine had affected her, too, much to her surprise. Big sister had replenished her cup a few times during the evening. For a moment, she luxuriated in the softness of Linda's shoulder, inhaling the gentle musk of her skin. "I'll be passed around and ravished."
"Oh, Jesus, Sarah." Linda placed another kiss, this time on her sister's forehead. "I don't think I'm overreacting, even though you ARE an adult now!" More goading sarcasm.
Sarah pulled away with a snort, rolling over on her side, stretching out on the blanket like a slender cat.
Linda looked down at her son to rouse him, paused, then shook her head.
This is where my boy ends up?
She smiled. Billy's face was sleepily buried between his mother's breasts. He was oblivious to what he was doing, or so it appeared. Getting out of the house, far away from the city to the seashore changed all of their personalities to an extent. Mother didn't push her son away. The pressure of his face between her breasts, even though shielded by gossamer layers of bra and blouse, brought back fond memories.
God, it's like when he was a baby. Nuzzling my tits to no end. Damn, I can't say that it's unpleasant. Like when I used to nurse him. Shit, now I have to get him off me.
"Honey, wake up." Linda hated to pull him away, but exhaustion and the gentle haze of alcohol was overtaking her and she needed a good night's sleep. Billy let out a whimpering groan and flopped back on the blanket, arms spread out. What Linda saw next made her stifle a gasp.
Oh, my god!
Linda's eyes couldn't help but be riveted on the vision before her. Billy had sprouted a full erection! The sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts forced her to focus. She knew she shouldn't be gazing at it, mouth open, but Linda couldn't avert her eyes.
Jesus Christ! My boy's grown a lot, and in every way!
A loud snort snapped her to attention. Sarah's face appeared to her sister's left, also gaping with surprise and amazement, unable to stop looking at her nephew's impressive tentpole.
"Shhh..." Linda admonished her sister quietly, putting a finger to her lips.
"Oh. My. God!" Sarah mouthed with a grin, eyebrows raised, shifting her eyes between Billy's cock and her sister's face.
Linda patted Sarah on the shoulder, her chin arcing toward the house. She spoke loudly in an attempt to rouse Billy from his comatose state.
"On second thought, let's all go in." The two siblings gazed at each other as they shared a mutual realization. Billy was now all grown up and packing! It was an even mix of amusement, embarrassment and awe at the fact he seemed totally unaware of the display he was putting on.
"Come on, Billy, get up!" Linda reached out to tousle his hair and noticed her hand was shaking. She didn't want to poke him in the stomach and take a chance on accidentally bumping into his throbbing boner.
Jesus, help me, I can't stop looking at that thing. Linda, that's your son. Stop it!
She hadn't wrapped her hand around a solid shaft of man meat in years, and couldn't help but imagine how something that proud would feel in her hands, her mouth and her needy pussy. Blood rose in her cheeks as she fought away shame.
I could use a lover built like that, but not my boy, so why am I thinking this way? Not having Dolores around is really making me crazy! And Sarah's right behind me, watching. What's going through her mind right now?
She regained some modicum of control and returned to the moment. "I'm about to pass out and don't want you spending the night out here."
Sarah had already stood up with her blanket in tow.
"Awww, Mom." Billy finally sat up, still oblivious to his erection.
Linda took the other blanket as her son came to life, running toward the house, his cock pointing the way. With only the waning gibbous moon illuminating the blackness, the two women lagged behind, exchanging glances. Sarah smirked again, shaking her head in disbelief. Linda shouted after her son.
"But we all need to shower off. Those bedsheets are clean and I want to keep them that way!"
Billy, the little fucker, always made sure he was first to shower, and he wasn't quick to finish. By the time he was done, the two women had to make do with lukewarm dregs from the feeble water heater. His mother chastised him for this every summer, but always, he seemed to forget.
"Son, get your ass out of there!" Linda poked her head into the steamy bathroom. "I'm not taking a cold shower yet again!" The warm effect of the wine was tapering off.
"Okay, okay!" Billy reached out from behind the shower curtain to grab a towel. "Don't have a cow!"
But years of this behavior had made it a touchy subject with Linda. "Goddammit, I tell you not to hog the hot water again and again. What am I going to do with you?"
Billy gave his mother a flash of bare buttock as he fled, the too-small towel wrapped around his freshly-showered body. Linda felt like ripping the towel away and giving him a good, hard smack.
Sometimes I want to smack him senseless! Cute butt, though.
Glimpsing her son's unintended nakedness lessened her anger somewhat. She was still fighting images of his healthy cock, straining to be free. With an exasperated sigh, she turned the water back on, testing the temperature of the anemic spray. Sarah lurked in the doorway for a moment, then walked up next to her sister.
"Well?" She asked.
"That turd," Linda said, scowling. "Want to share?"
"No problem," Sarah shrugged, as she peeled her clothes off along with her sister, discarding them in the corner. Although the two women didn't make a habit of being naked around each other in the city, here at the beach house, it was a regular occurrence, especially with Billy's showering habits.
Linda pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped into the tub, Sarah following closely behind.
"You go first," Linda instructed her sister, who stepped into the room-temperature spray of the shower, quickly rubbing soap on her face, underarms and lower regions. Aware of the limited hot water, she passed the bar of soap to Linda, who did the same.
"What do you think? About eight inches? Nine?" Sarah mused.
"What?" Linda didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on."
Linda paused a few beats, then snorted. By then, she had placed the soap back in its dish and, with her kid sister, was quickly rinsing off, racing against the ever-cooling water.
"Oh, Jesus, Sarah!" She gave her naked sister a dumbfounded look. She couldn't help but admire how much her body had developed in the past year or so. This delicate waif was becoming a woman.
"Well, I know we're thinking the same thing," Sarah replied. "Even if he's your own son!"
Linda balked, refusing to admit the truth. "I am NOT thinking about my son's genitalia, much less its size." She lied. "You're sadly mistaken." By then, her voice didn't sound very convincing. The now-cold water only added to her agitation as she slapped vigorously against her flesh to remove the slick, soapy residue.
Bemused at Linda's plight, Sarah was also appreciating some naked skin. Linda, in spite of her low opinion of her body, still presented an appealing vision of mature womanhood. The young woman couldn't stop glancing at her sister's full, brown bush, now glistening with water droplets, or her motherly tits, capped by succulent areolas and erect nipples.
And to think I nursed on those so many years ago.
After a pause, Sarah replied, "Yes you are." She giggled and, with loving hands, helped her sister rinse the remainder of the soap from her back. Linda sighed, responding to Sarah's touch.
"It's not something you choose to think about," Linda murmured as she conceded to her teasing sister. With that statement, she shut off the water, faucet handles screeching. "Okay, Sis, enough talk about Billy's..." Another pause. "...You know."
Sarah didn't reply, but stepped out of the tub with her sister. They shared a towel, rubbing each other's backs. Linda pulled a couple of cheap bathrobes out of the closet, tossing one to Sarah.
"Here," Linda teased. "Cover yourself, you shameless exhibitionist!"
"Okay, okay." Sarah slipped into the capacious garment, glad to be clean, luxuriating in the feel of fabric sliding across her bare skin. "God forbid any naked women be roaming around this house."
Linda noticed her own robe had become a bit smaller since the previous year, much to her chagrin.
There's no way I could have put on weight since last year. Never!
Still, she pulled the robe snugly shut as her breasts protested their new confines.
If I didn't have two hormone-laden teenagers around, you're damn right I'd go naked.
Linda grabbed a soft, white pillowcase from the closet before switching out the bathroom light.� � �
By the time the two women exited the bathroom, Billy was ensconced in his room to the immediate left, transistor radio pressed to his ear. Linda knocked twice and opened his door. She could hear the tinny warbling of the disc jockey's voice hyping some new hit single.
"Good night, son." Linda regretted barking at him previously, although he thoroughly deserved it. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."
It took Billy a moment to respond, he was so caught up in what the DJ was saying. "It's okay," he replied, distracted. "G'night, Mom."
"But next time Sarah and I will shower first!"
No response.
Linda pulled the door shut and walked to her own room, bare feet creaking on the old steps as she descended to the ground floor. Sarah was already there, curled up atop the blankets, reading her trashy pulp romance novel. Linda took pause the moment she gazed upon her sister. Sarah had changed into a sleeveless nothing of a nightgown which dipped way below her neckline and stopped at the tops of her slender thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination.
What is with her? She might as well be naked.
Linda could clearly see the outline of her nipples, surrounded by diminutive, pink areolas. Sarah's heels, pressed firmly against her bottom, concealed any view of her nether regions. The thought of making Sarah change into something more concealing flitted across Linda's brain, but she was too tired to start any conflict at that late hour.
Ah, fuck it.
"Jesus, I'm beat." Linda said. Sarah, engrossed in her paperback, barely grunted.
Linda slipped the robe off her shoulders, hanging it on a hook, next to her sister's. Sarah looked up from her book.
"Hubba hubba!" She chuckled, making a wolf whistle as she made a show of scanning her sister's nakedness.
"Oh, you hush, young lady!" Linda reached into the closet to retrieve her own nightgown. Fresh air wafting through the open window caressed her bare body, making her hair stand on end. Linda stifled a gasp.
Mercy, that breeze feels good. I can feel it on my nipples. Maybe I should just sleep nude. What would that little smartass say then?� �
Of course, she thought better of it and slid the sensible, Montgomery Ward flower-print cotton nightgown over her head. Like her sister's garment, it lacked sleeves, but the fabric was enough to conceal her body and the hem stopped just above her knees. She then slipped under the blankets, next to her sister. Linda couldn't help but stare at the waif's near-naked body. From that angle, she could see Sarah's downy pubic mound and a hint of labia.
Just as I thought.
"Aren't you cold wearing just that?" Linda asked, eyes lingering on her sister's pussy. "No panties?"
"I'm fine, thanks." Sarah shot her a glance, eyebrow raised. "What are you looking at?"
Linda jumped slightly, her eyes suddenly looking up to meet her sister's.
Caught! Think fast, Linda.
"Make sure you wear that robe when Billy's around."
Kid sister's glare could've pierced armor in that instant.
"Jesus, Sis!" Sarah huffed. "Okay, I will!" She returned to the book, muttering under her breath. "Fuck, I just want to be comfortable. We are on vacation!"
"I'm sorry, honey." Linda wanted to touch Sarah lovingly, but refrained. "But this evening has proven that my son and your nephew has grown into a young man. He's obviously no longer a child. Even though you're his aunt..."
Dammit, does she know I was zeroing in on her pussy? I still can't get used to seeing pubic hair on her body.
Although Sarah wasn't in the mood for conversation, Linda pushed forward. Her brain was spinning up and she needed to clear the air. Or at least change the topic. She had to talk, and damn the torpedoes.
"What are you reading, girl?" Linda pryed, looking over at the open book.
"Oh, nothing." Sarah mumbled. "Just some romance trash."
"Can I see?"
With a big sigh, Sarah, clearly annoyed, rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, honey." Linda sidled up to her kid sister. "I won't judge you."
"Ah, what the fuck." Sarah dog-eared the page she was reading and closed the book, handing it to her sister.
"Thank you."
Linda opened the book and scanned a few pages, crinkling her brow.
"Hey, this isn't serious literature," Sarah said. She looked like she wanted to snatch the book back immediately, embarrassed as she watched Linda read. She felt the need to explain her reading choice for the evening. "It's not Sylvia Plath or anything like that. I toss these things out when I'm done." Big sister ignored her.
"Oh, my." Linda read for a moment, then looked over to her sister, eyes wide. "This is almost pornographic."
Sarah had no choice but to let loose with a giggle, smiling mischievously, that familiar, subversive expression on her face. "Ain't it?"
"Oh, you." Linda held up the book, as if putting it on display for an imaginary audience, glaring at her sister. "This isn't how love or romance works." She went back to scanning the book. "But still, this studly prince would be welcome in my bed anytime."
Just a few pages of this garbage and my pussy's wet and ready. Goddamn!
Sarah laughed, surprised that her sister would say such a thing. Again, the beach made them all loosen up. Perhaps it was all the negative ions in the air from being so near the water.
Linda had become so engrossed in the ratty pages, filled with hard-chested men, heaving bosoms and gossamer gowns getting ripped away, she forgot about her sister for a moment.
Damn, I need my tits sucked and a hard body pounding me like this lusty prince is doing so well. Rip my fucking clothes off and Ra*e me like a medieval wench. Make it sting, dammit!
"Excuse me?" Sarah reached out, pulling the book out of Linda's hands. "You can read it when I'm done." She resumed her position atop the covers, legs drawn up.
To her annoyance, Linda's pussy was throbbing madly, keeping pace with her quickened pulse. Her skin flushed red and the cotton fabric of her gown irritated her erect nipples, made even more sensitive after reading graphic depictions of sex. And to think her baby sister was reading this!
"I just hope you know fantasy from reality, Sarah. This is the product of someone's imagination and nothing else."
Again, Sarah shot her a glance and went back to reading.
Linda pulled the blankets up to her chin and, exhaling loudly, closed her eyes.
"It's been a good day, but I've had enough," she whispered. "Good night, honey." � � � � "G'night."
Linda draped the pillowcase over her eyes to block out the dull yellow lamplight. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the distant crashing of waves and a gentle breeze wafting through the window next to their bed. The air smelled salty and fresh, which gave Linda a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and relaxation. Sarah kept turning page after page of her thick novel.
Then something disturbed the relative silence.
Creak...creak...creak...creak.
At first, the noise was barely audible and sporadic. In time, it became louder and more consistent.
Creak creak creak creak.
Slowly, but surely, the noise became like the ticking of a metronome, but increasing in frequency. It got to a point where nothing else could be heard above it. Linda, who had been in the process of drifting off into her nocturnal hinterland, rose back to consciousness, finally pulling the pillowcase from her face, eyes blinking open.
What the hell is that?
Wordlessly, she turned to look at Sarah, who looked back at her.
Creak creak creak creak.
Sarah lifted her head to look at the ceiling then, raising an eyebrow, looked back down at her sister.
Creak creak creak creak.
It took Linda a moment to get up to speed, then her eyes popped as she stifled a laugh. Her boy was masturbating upstairs! Logistically, his bed -- and his body -- was maybe ten or twelve feet above the two women, separated only by a ceiling and floor. It was no secret the old place didn't have thick walls and everything could be heard. Both women being imaginative types, they couldn't help but envision young Billy, gripping his ample erection, beating away to an unavoidable conclusion.
"God. Damn!" Sarah mouthed to Linda, her eyes as big as her sister's.
Linda shook her head with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement as the creaking sped up faster still.
Creakcreakcreakcreakcreak!
By then, there was no avoiding the fact the two sisters were just waiting Billy to climax so peace would return. After a full minute of listening patiently, Linda looked back up at the ceiling, her brow raised, nodding her head like she was saying "Will you come, already?"
Sarah snorted, trying not to laugh herself as she joined Linda in staring at the palm-sized brown water-stain on the ceiling that was shaped like the state of West Virginia.
Then it happened.
Another noise joined the creaking. There was no mistaking the shuddering of Billy's body as he orgasmed, shaking the bedframe. For what seemed like an eternity, agitated squeaking and thumping emanated from the ceiling until they assumed Billy finally spent his load.
Then silence. Linda exhaled, not realizing she'd been holding her breath.
About damn time, son. Jesus!
She became aware of the heat emanating from her face and could see Sarah's cheeks were flushed as well. The older sister turned to look again at the ceiling, not sure what to say, or if to say anything. Sarah broke the spell.
"Well, that was certainly interesting," the young woman whispered.
Linda kept staring at the ceiling, still silent as if waiting for something else to happen, but her sister continued.
