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"So much for keeping the sheets clean."
"Oh, Sarah," Linda finally spoke. She scowled at her sister, but couldn't help smiling at the joke, reaching over to gently smack her kid sister's bare thigh. "Behave." But Sarah, as was her nature, couldn't help herself.
"Guess everything came out all right." Another snort. Another mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Linda shook her head, again looking at the ceiling. She knew when her kid sister was on a roll, there was no stopping her.
"Maybe he can get some sleep now." Sarah returned to her curled position. Linda noticed her sister's nipples had become erect.
Dammit, that boy's affecting both of us.
Linda, at that point, wouldn't have minded slipping a couple of fingers into her own throbbing pussy and frigging herself into oblivion.
"It's just a normal function of any healthy young man," she finally whispered. "There's nothing wrong about masturbating."
"Oh, I know, Sis." Sarah responded. "God, the way he was going at it, you think he would've blown his wad sooner. His cock must be red as hell by now."
"Sarah." Linda hissed. She couldn't raise her voice, lest Billy hear them. "That's your nephew you're talking about."� � �
"I know," Sarah retorted. "So what?"
"It's just not seemly."
"Does talking about masturbating bother you?" By then, Sarah had put her book down and extinguished the lamp. Except for the gentle, silver-blue glow of the moon, the room was enveloped in darkness. The young woman drew her legs up and slid under the blankets alongside her sister.
"You never spoke to me like this until you turned eighteen." Linda felt the heat from Sarah's body.
"Well, I'm not a child anymore, and neither is Billy, at least technically." That familiar sarcasm crept into Sarah's voice. "Although I don't know about you. And you just said there's nothing wrong with masturbating."
"Well, there's a difference between doing it and talking about it!"
"Oh, fuck that."
Linda couldn't always handle her kid sister's logic in recent days. True to many siblings, there were times Sarah would say what Linda was thinking, as if she delved into the darkest recesses of her brain and dug up all the secret, repressed thoughts lurking there. She reached over and squeezed Sarah's thigh again, this time leaving her hand on her sister's soft, warm skin. Sarah placed her hand over Linda's.
"You miss Dolores, don't you?" Sarah finally whispered in a moment of clairvoyance. By now, the two women had moved closer to one another, their bodies touching. Linda would be lying if she said anything other than 'yes'.
"Of course, honey." She whispered, glad for Sarah's physical closeness. "We all do."
"She's always been like the best aunt ever." Sarah spoke to the ceiling as flesh touched flesh, ocean sounds in the distance. "I can't remember a time when she wasn't around." The young woman turned to her sister. "Do you think she'll be back anytime soon?"
Linda paused. The thought of Dolores missing from their annual beach treks saddened her, and her eyes began to well with tears.
"I don't know, honey." She replied, her voice almost breaking.
Goddammit, just the thought of Dolores being gone makes me cry.
"Any news about her mother?" Sarah squeezed her sister's hand against her skin, sensing Linda's sorrow.
"I did get a letter from her last week."
"Well, thanks for letting me know!" Annoyed, but eager to her more, Sarah turned to face her sister.
"Sorry, I was going to tell you."
"What did she say?"
"Ah, things are taking their course." Linda could feel Sarah's breath on her cheek. "The old woman's just dwindling down day after day. It's not pretty."
"Well, there's nothing pretty about death."
"You're telling me, kid?" Linda turned to face her sister. The always perceptive Sarah realized what she had just said.
"Oh, fuck, Sis. I'm sorry." Their faces were just inches apart.
Linda pulled her hand out from under the blankets to touch her sister's face. She felt Sarah's lips draw up in a smile, eyes gleaming in the dim light.
She can still be my little girl at times.
And to think they were snarking at each other only moments ago.
"Dolores says she'll return from Mexico after the inevitable, and after she gets family business straightened out."
"The house isn't right without her." Sarah rubbed her cheek against Linda's fingertips. "The equilibrium needs to be restored."
"I know, I know, angel."
"I miss her as much as you do. Her touch, the sound of her voice, her scent."
Linda took pause.
You really don't know the half of it, young lady.
"She's family." Linda stroked Sarah's cheek, her mind now filled with thoughts of a physical reunion with her best friend and lover. She was already thinking of the right moment, once they returned to the city, when the house would be empty and they could wreck the bed. "Like there was any doubt."
These deep, sisterly conversations were popping up more and more as Sarah grew older, leaving childhood behind. After years of mothering the young woman, it made Linda feel a more adult connection to her sibling. She wanted to kiss her sister on the mouth, but refrained. She missed Dolores's full, lush lips and the joys of kissing them without hesitation.� � � �
No more words were spoken. The women's arms encircled each other in a tight, loving embrace. Linda finally caved in, pressing her mouth against Sarah's, a simple gesture of sisterly affection. Their lips remained together perhaps a bit longer than proper for close family members, but Sarah didn't mind, brushing her nose against her sister's as she finally pulled away with a smack. As they fell asleep, Sarah resting her head against Linda's breasts, a familiar sound returned.
Creak creak creak creak creak.
Sharing the same bed was something Linda and her kid sister hadn't done for years, and now, at the beach house, they not only slept together, but cuddled each other through the night. Such was the effect of those negative ions. Linda's usual tossing and turning, something she did back in the stressful city, vanished as Sarah curled up against her bosom, their bodies creating a furnace of heat under the blankets. Whoever, or whatever, soiled the mattress during their absence had unwittingly done them a favor.
Dolores was out of the picture, albeit only temporarily, and the mother sorely missed her friend's embrace and her warm, supple body. Dolores's absence on this trip was the first since the kids were babies and Linda felt the void acutely. Since that first night almost eighteen years ago, when they first made love, passionately orgasming together, then slowly wading into sleep in the sweet afterglow, the two women became secret, and ardent, lovers.
In the early days, when the kids were still infants, Linda and Dolores slept together almost every night. Linda's father was across the house, his bedroom on the opposite side, and it was a rare occurrence when he would tap on his daughter's bedroom door after a certain time. He understood the young mother's sleep schedule was erratic, what with nursing two young mouths, and let her be. Most evenings consisted of him coming home, eating dinner, usually prepared by Dolores, then sitting in his big, Naugahyde easy chair watching television until he dozed off, usually during The Tonight Show.
Now, at the lonely beach house, Dolores invaded Linda's dreamscape. Linda alternately snored and moaned, feeling her friend's naked flesh rubbing against hers, the gentle caresses, hard, tingling nipples and smoldering pussies. As the wee hours ticked by, Linda began to writhe against her kid sister, lost in erotic dreams, completely unaware of what she was doing.
In her dreams, she was back home, in bed with Dolores. The babies had been fed and tucked away in their cribs. Now the two women took care of each other, mouths locked together as they necked like teenagers, wet and aggressive. Then Linda pulled away, a glistening thread of saliva still connecting their lips. With a grin and a sexy gleam in her eyes, she lowered her mouth to Dolores's thick, hard nipple. After countless nights of lovemaking, she knew what her partner liked and needed. A few flicks of her tongue and Dolores quivered with delight.
"Ohhh, yes, my love," she hissed, her white teeth glistening in the low light. "Let me nurse you."
Linda moaned, drawing on the ample, pillowy tit, eliciting another searing hiss of pleasure from her lover when she switched from one breast to the other. Fully nude, Dolores spread her thighs to allow Linda access. The young mother slid up against her body, pressing their mounds together. In no time, erect clits rubbed against each other until Dolores bit her lip, trying not to cry out. It didn't take long.
"Damn...Damn!" She quivered and bucked against Linda's body, climaxing again and again as her friend held her tight. Linda was almost there herself.
"My turn. Coming for you...coming!" She would gasp as she joined Dolores in cresting multiple peaks of pleasure.
They clung together until the spasms subsided, catching their breath, the sheen of fresh perspiration glistening on their bodies. Then they would sleep soundly, skin melding against skin, until the babies cried once again for their milk.
Oh, so many years ago it was, when they were young.
Now, in sleep at the beach house with Sarah, Linda felt something new at her breast.
What is this?
The pleasurable sensation was very familiar, something she had missed since Dolores went away. Could it be a warm, wet mouth on her nipple? Immediately, the tingling sensation traveled directly to her pussy, making it pulse with heat. Although she was still in a dream state, it perplexed her. Linda didn't yet realize where she was or what to think.
Dolores is asleep and I'm no longer nursing the children.
Past and present mixed together and logical thought was the last thing on Linda's brain. The mouth suckled her with a steady rhythm, not too aggressive, but enough to elicit a response from Linda's body.
Mmmm, this feels so good, and it's getting me so wet!
The mouth kept suckling and tugging on her nipple, growing somewhat more aggressive, stoking the fire even hotter. Now Linda returned to the dark bedroom at the beach house, aware she was in bed, sleeping with Sarah. The suckling continued, and Linda's body did the only natural thing it could. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began moving her hips against the unknown breastfeeder.
Ohhh, fuck. My pussy's on fire!
Linda's clit found the right surface to rub against and so began the slow, liquid build.
God, if this keeps up, I'm going to come. This has to be a dream.
The pleasure swelled to monumental proportions as Linda's thrusts increased in urgency, and soon the moment arrived when she couldn't hold back any longer.
Shit, here it comes...YES!!!
Linda bucked against her unknown parter, climaxing, grunting and yelping with pleasure as her pussy erupted.
Then she awoke.
Opening her eyes, she looked down to see Sarah's mouth locked on her breast. Linda was still cresting the strong orgasm when she realized what was happening.
Oh, my god!
The next moment, Sarah opened her eyes, her mouth still full of Linda's tit. She looked up and their eyes met. With a loud pop, she released the breast. Sarah tumbled back, mouth now hanging open with surprise, eyes wide.
"Oh, fuck!" The young woman immediately made distance between herself and her sister. "I...I'm s-sorry, Sis!" The worldly young woman had become a stammering child again, deeply embarrassed at her unconscious actions.
Linda, still shuddering from the aftermath of the orgasm, was unable to do anything but stare back, mouth also wide, gasping until the pleasure subsided.
"Oh, oh, Jesus!"
It was difficult to tell who was more embarrassed, but it could have been a tie.
Simultaneously, they started apologizing to each other. Somehow, Sarah's nothing of a nightie had come completely off, leaving the waif naked, while her sister's nightgown was bunched up around her armpits, leaving her exposed as well. Finally, Linda tried to get a grip on the situation.
"Okay, honey, okay." She nodded, fighting for control. She still wasn't fully awake. "We were both dreaming. That's what it was."
"Dreaming." Sarah, also groggy, repeated her sister's words. "Okay." She didn't look convinced. "But this actually happened. It was no fucking dream." Linda noted her sister's choice of words.
"Yes, I know it actually happened, but we were both dreaming and forgot ourselves and where we are now." She finally had the presence of mind to pull her nightgown back down, covering herself.
"Yes, that's it." Sarah relaxed somewhat, although she remained on the opposite side of the bed. "I don't know why I was doing that."
"The same goes for me, Sarah." Linda's voice attempted a maternal air, but it was a farce. In spite of her shock, she was still aroused and needy. "I was sleeping so soundly, I didn't know what I was doing. Please forgive me."
"No need to apologize." Sarah's adult demeanor started to return. "You weren't the only one sleeping soundly." She managed to smirk. "But goddamn!"
Linda smiled, also relaxing somewhat. "Let's just forget about it and go back to sleep." She was still trying to process the situation. The absurdity of it all forced her to chuckle. "I promise I'll keep my distance!" Sarah let out a full grin and reached out to squeeze her sister's arm, dissipating the tension.
"I'd like to sleep, but now I'm wide awake." Sarah was now on her hands and knees, crawling around the bed, still nude, searching for her nightie. "Now where the fuck did my nightie go?" Linda quelled a snort. She couldn't help but gaze admiringly at a few strands of downy, blond pubic floss poking out from between the backs of her sister's thighs.
Like wearing that thing makes any difference, little girl.
Linda made a show of helping her sister look for the nightie, her hands probing between the folds of the mangled bedclothes, but her eyes never left Sarah's delicate, bare flesh.
God, your pubes look so very soft, and such a cute little ass.
In spite of all, her pussy still throbbed.
Heaven help me, but that was one helluva come. I've needed that so much since Dolores left. Skin on skin. Just going out of my mind with need, but my kid sister? Shame on me!� � �
Sarah finally found the wisp of a garment. Linda watched as the naked girl clumsily slipped it over her head. Big sis was right. There was no point in Sarah wearing it, but she wasn't going to press the issue, especially not now. Leaving the lamp on, Sarah curled up, returning to her novel.
"Good night." Linda said, mostly to herself, as she again draped the soft cotton pillowcase over her eyes. � � �
"Sweet dreams," Sarah responded.
A few beats passed before both of them broke into laughter. Again, Linda squeezed her kid sister lovingly.
Naughty girl.
"May I ask you a question?" Dolores's eyes shifted toward the profile of her lover's face.
"Of course." Linda responded, her voice softened by afterglow. "Anything." She always thought the question about asking a question to be superfluous and silly. In reality, it was a prelude to asking the person something that might be deep or surprising or perturbing. She and Dolores had been lovers for almost a year and, for Linda, there were no secrets left to conceal. Or so she thought.
"You're young and beautiful and warm." Dolores said, whispering in the darkness of the bedroom. "I can't help but ask why you haven't you sought out a man? Surely you need more than what I can provide."
Linda closed her eyes, her friend's breath wafting over her face. Dolores continued.
"Do you know what I mean? Someone to love and support you and to help with the children as they grow." Her voice almost broke. "I know we can't do this forever."
Linda remained silent for a moment, but reached out to grip Dolores's forearm. Finally, she spoke.
"You're wrong, Dolores. We can do this for as long as you'll stay." Her eyes opened as she gazed into the distance. "The babies are weaned and I'm going to look for a job soon. With Dad working, there'll be no one to watch over them."
Linda delivered the words as a sort of catharsis, as if she'd been holding on to them for a long time. She had, knowing this moment would come and she was right. She turned to gaze at her lover, her face almost imperceptible in the darkness. "So you're stuck with this family as long as you can stand it." Linda broke into a wide grin.
The next moment, their lips met, and the kisses flowed, wet and generous, as the two women took their pleasure. After another interlude, they lie there, bodies intertwined. Linda whispered into her lover's ear.
"I wanted to ask you the same thing, my love. Don't you want a man in your life?"
Dolores hesitated to respond, then her words came slowly.
"I told you about my bastard husband." She took a deep breath. Linda could feel their breasts pressing together. "I didn't tell you every detail."
"And you don't have to, angel."
"No, I want to, now, that we're like this." She lingered another moment before continuing. "I'll say this once and never again. He was part of a cartel. He was a criminal. Aside from abusing and humiliating me, he passed me around to his other friends."
Dolores sobbed as she unearthed long-dormant memories.
"He did it to gain favor with his superiors, that son of a bitch."
Linda kissed Dolores's neck and cheek. "Oh, my love. I'm so sorry."
"He didn't care. I was barren. I could never get pregnant. He didn't even care if I caught some disease from those filthy animals."
Linda didn't know how to respond. She had never experienced such a brutal and degrading relationship. Still, she couldn't remain silent.
"That's all over now." She tried to hold her lover even tighter, if that was possible. "You're here and safe with me and my family." Another kiss. "OUR family."
Dolores wept fully upon hearing those words, but she wasn't done.
"From then on, I vowed never to have a man touch me without my permission." Her nose brushed across Linda's. More kisses. "If he did, I would kill him, or myself. Or both." Dolores took a deep breath and let it out. "Never again!"
Her last comment echoed off the walls.
"You know most men aren't like that, just some," Linda whispered, their lips almost touching. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine being in a relationship like that."
Another kiss.
"I love you, my heart." Dolores pressed her lips against Linda's for the umpteenth time, their tongues lashing together passionately. Dolores broke the kiss only to take a nipple in her mouth. As she sucked contentedly, gratefully, Linda whispered.
"You know I'll stop lactating pretty soon." Her voice conveyed the pleasure she was receiving as she nursed Dolores. Having her lover drink her milk always made her heart sing and her pussy burn. "But don't let that stop you."
Saturday, June 8.
Taking an unmarked side road that wound through grassy hillocks for almost a mile, Linda arrived at her destination, parking the Mercury behind a row of dilapidated huts. At one time, they served as tiny guest cabins to beachgoers of long ago, until the inlet dried up and the secluded waterfront turned into fetid mud.
Now Mr. Peebles used the huts for storage, their windows boarded up for security. Linda watched one summer as he retrieved a tire iron from one of them. It was loaded solid with what appeared to be junk.
God, Mr. Peebles certainly is the pack rat.
The huts were situated next to a relatively nice, white clapboard house. Linens blew on the clothesline as Linda walked past the unattached, two-car garage, quickly glancing inside to see Mr. Peebles' old Ford truck parked inside. She also noticed it covered with dust, like it hadn't been driven in some time.
What's up with that?
Steeling herself for possible conflict, Linda knocked on the screen door at the back of the house, peering inside into the kitchen. She heard footfalls on the creaky, wooden floor as an elderly woman soon arrived.
"Good morning." Linda smiled, although anxious. She was going to give old Mr. Peebles a dressing down for not watching over their house, but she hardly knew his wife. At the very least, she wanted to start off with pleasantries.
"Hello." The woman scowled through the screen, still partially cloaked in darkness from the unlit interior.
"Is Mr. Peebles here?" Linda paused a beat, then added, just to be clear. "He's been watching over my family's beach house for many years."
The woman's face remained stoic.
"He died almost a year ago." Her voice conveyed almost no emotion, and she herself looked hard and weatherbeaten, like the huts behind the house. "You ain't the first one to come asking, and you prob'ly won't be the last."
Linda's mood quickly adjusted from annoyance to sympathy. "Oh, my god!" She looked down at her sandals. "I'm so sorry."
The old woman didn't respond. She didn't look like one to make small talk.
On the drive back to the beach house, Linda mulled over what she was going to do to secure their house in the future. She'd have a talk with her neighbors, who she rarely interacted with. At last check, they were year-round residents, their ratty mobile home about half a mile away, out of sight over a hill. She also thought about what transpired overnight.
God, I need to get Dolores back in my life or, at this rate, I'll be fucking my kid sister and maybe my son!
At that moment, Linda realized she was on a long, desolate strip of road, and her pussy was again on fire.
Oh, why not?
Pulling the station wagon aside to what passed for a shoulder, she shifted it into park and turned off the engine. Immediately, her left hand slipped up under her sleeveless, cotton blouse, underneath her nothing of a bra, her right hand going into her shorts. It didn't take long before she was stirring up a porridge between her thighs.
Ahhh, that's it, yes! Just to take the edge off before I get back to the kids.
She thought about Dolores, her beautiful, dark eyes and hungry mouth.
Oh, honey, just to kiss you again. To lie with you.
The sensation built as she tugged at her hard nipple.
God, you kept me lactating for months after I weaned the kids. Such a hungry mouth! When you were done draining me, you took to my pussy. Holy shit, I've never had so much loving!
Pleasure mounted inside her body as Linda bit her lower lip.
Oh, please, my love, please come back soon. I'm so lonely for your touch!
Then her mindscape changed. As she approached climax, the image of her kid sister sucking on her breast materialized.
Goddammit!
But instead of dispelling the vision, Linda embraced it. There was no turning back. She just had to come. Slender fingers blurred against the oily slickness of her pussy, torturing her erect clit.
Fuck it. It's only my imagination and can't hurt anything.
Then she remembered climaxing against Sarah's thigh and that triggered it.
"Aggghhhh!" Linda's body jerked as the first stab of pleasure wracked her body. "Goddamn!" She clenched her teeth, hissing as her hips convulsed, her fingers wriggling deep inside her sopping wet orifice. "Ahhh...grrrr...ahhhggg!!!"
Her body shuddered so violently, she didn't hear the car passing by, she was so engrossed in orgasming to the image of her kid sister in the night.
Oh, fuck, Sarah, forgive me. Goddamn me for being such a needy slut.
In time, Linda opened her eyes, gazing at her surroundings. As she expected, the orgasm relaxed her somewhat. She withdrew her wet fingers, licking them individually, savoring her vaginal scent and taste. The Mercury came to life, back tires spinning on the sandy gravel, gaining traction as it roared down the road.
"There you are." Sarah chewed on a piece of buttered toast. A jar of strawberry jam sat nearby, the aroma of coffee filling the kitchen. She had changed out of her flimsy nightie, but the two-piece bikini she donned wasn't much of an improvement. Again, Linda stifled her desire to make a comment, instead gazing fondly at her kid sister's lovely body.
Just let it go.
"Is Billy up yet?" Linda glanced around.
"You know he sleeps half the time we're here."
"True, true." Linda took a slice of Wonderbread out of its plastic enclosure, placed it in the toaster, and pulled the lever down. She leaned against her sister and, without thinking, kissed Sarah on the mouth with a loud smack.
"Bad news." Linda said, her face mere inches from her sister's. "Mr. Peebles died, so that explains why he wasn't keeping tabs on the place."
"Oh, damn," Sarah grimaced. "That's terrible!" She then sniffed Linda's face, a wry smile passing over her lips for only a second.
"Did you do anything else this morning?" The young woman asked, brushing her nose against her sister's.
"No." Linda's brow furrowed, pulling back. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason." Now Sarah had that look on her face. Such a provocateur.
Mystified, Linda poured a cup of coffee, then opened the refrigerator, stooping over to look inside. "We'll need to figure out some alternative, lest this place become party central after we leave." Her voice echoed from inside the enclosure. She pulled out a bottle of milk, pouring a dollop into her mug. She took a sip, inhaling the steam from the hot liquid. She also got a whiff of the dried pussy juice on her face.
Oh, shit! Dammit, I should have wiped my mouth!
She thought of the lemon-scented Wet-Naps in the Mercury's glove compartment.
Too late now. Oh, well.
Linda pushed past the awkward feeling.
"What's it going to be today? A walk on the beach?"
"Oh, I don't know, probably." Sarah finished her toast, then took a slow sip from the blue mug. "Maybe go down to that nude beach and people watch."
"Sarah!" Big sister's astonishment was a bit overdone. She had strayed to that particular stretch of beach countless times over the years, always with Dolores, inspecting the fresh meat and luscious, young bodies. It was one of their devices to get away from the others and have some time alone.
"Oh, come on, sis!" Sarah slurped down the rest of her coffee, hopping off the barstool to place her mug in the kitchen sink. "You and Dolores practically lived down there."
Linda wanted to deny it, but she remembered how extremely observant her bright kid sister was. She didn't know how to respond. Sarah sidled up beside her sister, slender arms encircling her waist as she hugged her tightly. Linda sighed, returning the embrace.
"You two always went in the same direction on your walks, and you never invited us along." Sarah turned her face up, again kissing her sister on the lips. Linda hesitated briefly, knowing what was on her mouth, but didn't want to be obvious.
Oh, fuck it. If she wants to taste, then let her.
Sarah's kiss lingered as she savored her sister's musk. Linda squirmed, but didn't pull away. Again, her pussy needed attention.
Damn it, Sarah, enough! This fire is already out of control!
"Okay." Linda finally broke the spell, trying to keep her cool. Her sister's closeness again had her all wet and throbbing, much to her shame and annoyance. She was tired of being on the defensive. "Can I join you?"
Sarah paused a beat, then met the challenge. "Fuck, yeah!"
"Billy can keep himself entertained while we're gone."
Sarah paused another beat, her eyebrow raised, mischief in her eyes. The sisters were thinking the same thing. "Squeak squeak squeak squeak..." Sarah started, then broke into laughter.
"Quiet," Linda whispered, trying not to laugh as well. "He'll hear us." A kiss on the cheek. "Let me pee before we go."
Linda quickly washed her face and urinated. The thought of masturbating again crossed her mind, but she quelled it. She peeked into Billy's room and he appeared dead to the world, sprawled out on the bed, entangled in a mess of blankets. His erection from last evening crossed her mind, making her shake her head and smile.
God, son. I wish I could sleep that well. Beating your meat helps, eh?
Back in the kitchen, she scribbled Billy a brief note on some ruled paper explaining where they had gone, leaving it on the counter.
The two sisters slowly made their way around the crags, keeping just beyond the water's reach. Crashing waves echoed off the rocks, almost overpowering them with its sonic intensity. At certain points, they couldn't help but stop and marvel, hand in hand, at the fury surrounding them. Linda's pussy was about to burst and she so very much wanted to go out in the water. Suddenly, Sarah released Linda's hand.
"Come on, Sis!" Kid sister called as she trotted away, bringing Linda back to the moment. � � �
"Oh, my lord! Wait for me!" She ran clumsily to catch up with her sister, kicking up sand in her wake.
After a mile or so, they reached that particular stretch of sand where clothing became optional. The sign said so. As they continued to walk, less and less beachgoers wore clothes until none of them wore anything at all.
"My, my," Sarah said, eyeing one hulking stud sporting a pair of solid pecs and a semi-erect monster of a penis.
"Oh..." Linda caught herself and shut up. She had no business protesting at this point, and joined her sister in marveling at the smorgasbord of glistening flesh of both sexes dotting their viewscape.
Of course, not everyone on the beach would win a beauty contest. There were plenty of flabby middle-aged men and women, older couples just soaking up the sun and enjoying some freedom from the restrictive outside world. Some were beyond middle age. Linda admired how they bravely exposed themselves, wishing she could feel equally confident about her body.
"My god." Sarah kept her voice low as to not draw attention. "Her areolas are huge."
"You mean her?" Linda tried not to be obvious.
A matronly woman, certainly older than Linda, sat cross-legged on a flower-patterned beach towel while what appeared to be her son rubbed oil on her back, his tiny, limp penis swaying as he did his work. Her breasts already glistened, prompting Linda to wonder if the boy had taken care of her front, too.
"Yeah."
The woman was clearly overweight, but not unattractive. It was her huge, pendulous breasts capped by deep-red areolas the size of a man's hand that fixated them.
"Those things must be triple-D's or bigger." By the tone of Sarah's voice, she was impressed. "That boy must have stretch marks around his lips."
Linda couldn't think of anything to say, merely shaking her head, trying not to be obvious in her laughter.
"Those nipples must poke out like thumbs when they're erect." Sarah was on a roll again, and such a tease. It didn't help that Linda was still fully aroused, and now she was thinking about mother nursing son.
"Aren't we looking at the guys, my love?" Linda smacked her on the butt, giving it a squeeze. Sarah pressed up against her sister, nuzzling a bare shoulder, arm again around her waist.
"Hey, I can appreciate all of it, if I want." Her face found cleavage, sighing.
Linda paused, rubbing her nose in Sarah's hair, smelling her sun-kissed tresses.
God, I love this closeness. The touching. But it's driving me crazy!
"What do you mean?" Big sis mumbled.
"Well, women can be attractive too." Sarah looked up, into Linda's eyes. She had an expression like she was trying to communicate something. "You should know that."
In spite of her relationship with Dolores, Linda couldn't imagine what her sister was suggesting. Surely nobody suspected them of being lovers. They were way too careful.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Oh, nothing." Sarah tossed off the conversation, ambling away. The next moment, her top came off.
"Sarah!" Linda fought to keep her voice down and not draw attention to herself.
Then her bikini bottom slid down her legs.
"Jesus Christ," Linda hissed under her breath as her naked kid sister rolled what little she had been wearing into a ball, tossing it on the sand without a care in the world. "What are you doing?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sarah's brow furrowed. "It's a nude beach, for god's sake!"
By now, Linda was in such a state, she just kept on walking, following her sister.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, too?" Sarah ran circles around her sister, kicking sand at her legs. "You look kind of silly being the only one clothed. Unclench your butt cheeks and get naked!" Playfully she pinched Linda's ass, and hard, making her yelp.
"Sarah!" In spite of her protest and indignation, Linda was about to come on the spot.
Shit, I think I'm going crazy! I don't know what to do!
"Well, it's obvious you're some kind of voyeur." Sarah was moving in for the kill. "You're some kind of perv, getting your rocks off by looking at naked people."
"I am not! Goddammit!" At that moment, she realized people were starting to stare at her.
Damn you, Sarah! I just want to run away!
That was when Linda, panting with anxiety and frustration, realized she was the only clothed person within eyeshot. Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious.
Jesus, I wish Dolores was here. I wouldn't feel so out of sorts. She would never provoke me like this.
Then she made the big decision.
"Oh, what the fuck." Linda whispered under her breath. With a huff, she unbuttoned her top, letting it slide off her shoulders. The bra might as well have not existed, so her breasts fell free.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Sarah cheered. Linda's hands shook.
What a fucking spectacle we must be creating. Every damn eye must be on me.
"Now take it all off." Sarah acted like a horny man at a striptease show. "Take it off! Take it off! Hubba hubba!"
Linda almost fainted from embarrassment. The heat of the sun made her dizzy, but she managed to slide her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her ample, brown bush.
"About time, Sis." Overjoyed, Sarah ran up to her sister, giving her a big hug, pressing their bodies together. "Now let's enjoy ourselves."
By the time Linda bundled her clothes and placed them on a nearby rock, Sarah was a hundred yards down the beach, running toward another outcropping of black rocks. Just the sight of this particular formation always made Linda's insides flush with warmth. The side of the outcropping facing the beach contained a wide, shallow cave, one that Linda and Dolores had used for years to hide from the world and make love. In many ways, it was like coming home.
Oh, dear Sarah, you're running toward my special spot. If only you knew.
Linda, feeling the sun's caress on her bare flesh, ran after her kid sister, catching up right as they both disappeared around the rocks. The moment she spotted the cave, memories came flooding back and her demeanor suddenly changed.
Oh, my god, yes! Yes!!!
She felt like a child again as she ran past Sarah, disappearing into the cave's dark recesses. She only stopped to rest once she reached their particular spot. Gasping for air, she couldn't help but smile, trying to hold back a joyful tear as she ran her hands all over the rock, made silky smooth by eons of rising and falling tidewaters. Here, the water's sound raged at its peak. Linda's level of arousal was almost painful.
I've lost count of how many times we've made love here. And we will again. So many orgasms. The ocean's noise masking our cries of pleasure.
Without thinking, slender fingers rubbed against her soft pubes, finding an erect clit.
Oh, god, I can't help it!
Her middle and index fingers slipped inside her throbbing pussy as she tugged an erect nipple. She hissed with pleasure, closing her eyes, forgetting everything as she envisioned what she and Dolores did on that very spot the previous year, and the years before that.
God, yes, this feels so good.
Only a moment passed before she felt pleasure in her body building, swelling ever more urgently until it was about to burst.
That's it, Dolores, that's it, my love. Keep touching me that way and it will come. Oh, yes, here it comes. Coming for you. Here it...
Suddenly, Sarah came out of nowhere, smacking Linda on the thigh.
"Gotcha!" Her voice was amplified by the cave, making it sound like it came from everywhere. Then she saw what her big sister was doing.
"Oh, my!" She giggled, eyes wide.
Linda, rudely snapped back into the here and now, jerked upright.
"Sarah, you little..."
"Oops! Sorry about that, Sis!" Sarah's voice didn't sound very convincing as she backed away.
More embarrassed and ashamed than enraged, Linda hopped up and ran after her sister. Sarah, with a squeal of delight, easily bolted away, out of reach.
"You little devil!" Linda shouted at her retreating sister. Having been robbed of her climax, she was more frustrated than angry. "Such a naughty girl!"
"You don't know the half of it, Sis!" Sarah's voice echoed.
Linda, giving up the chase, returned to her sacred spot, again reclining on the smooth rocks. Sarah's voice called from far away.
"Oh, come on, Sis!" She mocked. "Don't tell me you're worn out already!"
"Oh, fuck off!" Linda, eyes closed, called toward her sister's voice.
"You're no fun!" Sarah teased.
By that time, Linda had returned to her trance, luxuriating in the feel of smooth rock against her skin, the churning noise surrounding her, nursing a full pack of sweet, succulent memories.
Sarah, not to be ignored, cautiously returned to her sister's lair. Seeing her eyes closed, she trotted up to Linda. The next moment, Sarah's lithe, young body fell against her sister's. Linda, emotionally exhausted and needy, surrendered, pulling their bodies together. The feeling of skin on skin forced a sob from deep within. Without a word, Sarah nuzzled between her sister's breasts, sighing as their wet, naked bodies melded.
Then Sarah took a nipple in her mouth.
Linda, immersed in reverie, failed to respond immediately. The electric tingling in her nipple seemed far away. Her erect, sensitive clit rubbed against pressing skin. She imagined Dolores's countless kisses, her flicking tongue, full lips, then finally her hungry, all-enveloping mouth. Linda would nurse her lover for an eternity. Of course, Dolores positioned her clit against Linda's while feeding so both of them could savor climax after climax. A whimper from Sarah startled her back to the moment.
Linda, what the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?
"No!" Linda yelped, shoving her sister back.
Sarah, eyes wide and confused, stared back, mouth agape.
Then the unthinkable happened. Linda slapped her kid sister, the smack echoing like the crack of a rifle across the cave walls. Sarah recoiled, hands covering her face in defense. By then, Linda was partially sitting up, trembling and sobbing, not knowing what to do next. She was virtually Sarah's mother, and undoubtedly her sister. Dammit, this was incest! Tears ran down Sarah's cheeks, and now both sisters wept, uncontrolled, repressed emotions flowing out like the tide. Linda managed to speak.
