Title: Getting Caught

Codes: ff, Ff, FFff, inc, anal, con, rom, long

Summary: Vanessa, Claire, and Emily are desperate to keep seeing each other. What chances will they take? What will happen if they get caught?

Author's Note: This takes place two years after my story The Caretaker. However, you don't need to read that to read this.

(Read The Caretaker)

I brought up the email site and typed in a name and password no one could guess were mine. There was a message waiting, from her.

It opened, "My Beloved Claire,"

I smiled. She was such a hopeless romantic. It was always "beloved" this and "angel" that. But still—I didn't mind. I was indeed her beloved, and she mine.

The message continued, "Not much time to write. The plans have changed. I will be in town this weekend, just Saturday, then on to Singapore for three months. This is a huge client, and I can't say no. I must see you two on Saturday. I think I will die otherwise."

As I said, hopeless romantic.

It concluded, "Love Vanessa.

"P.S. Kiss your sister for me."

She always concluded that way. I mean, after a hundred messages, should it not go without saying? For her, however, it was no mere formality. I went to Emily's room to give her Vanessa's kiss.

Emily was now fourteen. To look at, she and I could not be more different. She had cropped brown hair and was wearing red soccer shorts and a sky-blue t-shirt. There was a long red scratch, this time on her left elbow, but on any other day it might be a shoulder or a knee. She lay face down on her bed listening to her iPod. I could hear it blaring, even through the tiny headphones. Her room was not at all girly. The walls were azure blue. There were posters of soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women and men.

I crept in, closing the door behind me. I saw myself in Emily's mirror, wearing a white cotton blouse under a black jumper dress. My hair was black, shoulder length, and curled into ringlets. I smiled, staring back at myself with icy blue eyes. I was now sixteen.

I snuck up behind her and plucked out the earbuds. She flipped over. I gave her Vanessa's kiss, and a few of my own. Her lips were soft.

She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned the kisses. Then she said, "We have to be careful. Mom is home, and Mirielle is prowling around."

"I know," I whispered, "I just got an email from Vanessa. She's coming to town, Saturday."

"Yes!" That was loud. Her eyes got wide, and she covered her mouth with her hands.

I smiled. She was such an eager girl.

"I assume she'll get the motel room, but we have to keep the day clear. I don't think mom has anything planned."

Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and kissed me again. So enthusiastic. I looked at the closed door. We didn't have locks; mother didn't believe in them.

Soft lips. A mouth wrapped around mine. Her tongue. My hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in. I found that spot and wiggled my finger. She tensed up. She stretched out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.

I looked at the door again. Was it worth the chance? We'd gotten away with this for two years, and not by being stupid.

Her ass, in front of me, in her soft cotton shorts. I thought of biting into a juicy peach. I decided, just this once, to take the chance.

The shorts were stretchy enough. I grabbed them around the crotch area and pulled them up between her cheeks. I tugged on them a bit. She rocked her hips. I kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric. I breathed deeply. I ran my tongue up and down.

"Please take off the shorts."

I pulled them down and off. I spread her cheeks again. I gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round. I licked.

"Mmmmm. You always make my butthole feel so good."

"I love it. I wish I could climb inside and squirm around, just nestle in there. Do you mind my little fetish?"

I kissed it. She gasped.

"No."

Of course she didn't. About this thing, she and I were of one mind.

I licked more, pressing my tongue, tasting her. I could spend forever that way, as long as it took. However, mother was home, and Mirielle was prowling about, so I lowered my tongue and licked her pussy. That would take less time. I sucked it. I slipped my tongue inside. Then to her ass again, where I truly longed to be. A finger in her pussy, a gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home. She came hard, gasping and thrashing about.

There was a knock on the door.

"Girls?"

Our mother's voice!

No time to grab her shorts, Emily rolled over and pulled the sheets over her. I stood up and away from the bed, wiping my face on my sleeve. I'm sure my mouth still smelled of pussy and ass.

We stared at the door handle. It didn't turn.

"Girls," she said again through the door, "Lunch is ready. Please come down."

"OK mom, we'll be right down," I called out.

"Fine."

We heard footsteps recede down the stairs.

Whew!

The four of us sat around the kitchen table eating cold turkey sandwiches and chips. Mother sat at the end, tall and imperious with her classroom manner. She was holding up well for a woman her age, a shade past forty. Today she was wearing gray form fitting slacks and a loose white blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage. Her hair was brown, Emily's shade, but she wore it long. She had my icy blue eyes—or I had hers. It was obvious she clung to what sex appeal she had left, but it worked.

Mirielle, on the other hand, was an ice cold beauty, alluring, dangerous. She was twenty-two or twenty-three, with long sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Her mouth was pouty and she had colored her lips a deep sangria red. Her little black pencil skirt stopped six inches above her knees and showed just enough thigh to make a girl quiver. Her red blouse, like mother's, showed cleavage. Her heeled boots, black leather, went almost to her knees.

She was one of mother's TA's, and had been spending a lot of time at our house the past few months. The story went that she had been born in France, but had come to America as a young girl. Majoring in French Literature, under mother's tutelage, was sort of a cultural homecoming for her—I guess. Emily and I suspected there was more going on.

"So, how are you girls today?" she asked, her voiced clipped, with a slight continental flair. I thought it sounded a bit fake, but could forgive her for it.

"Fine."

"So, were you having fun playing up stairs?"

"Huh?"

"Playing. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I didn't like the way she was looking at us. It was too intense. Did she know?

Mother interrupted. "Girls, Mirielle and I have an announcement to make. I think it's very important."

Here it comes, I thought. She will tell us she's a lesbian. She will expect us to be shocked and confused. After all, we have such innocent minds. I sat, feeling quite pleasant, waiting for the news.

"We've rented a cabin in the Catskills for the weekend and the four of us are going up. We have a lot to talk about."

Fuck!

Mirielle sat smiling. "Brenda and I are looking so forward to spending time with you."

"Brenda" she called her, my mother. A few weeks ago it was, "Ms. Sommers."

Emily looked panicked. "I can't go!"

"Why not, dear?" mother asked.

"I … uh … have a school project."

She was a terrible liar. Mother would check on that, call her teachers to have the project delayed. When there was no project, she would wonder at the lie. Suspicions would arise. We'd get caught.

"No sweetie," I said, "That project isn't due until two weeks from now. You're confused."

I gave her a hard look. "Trust me", it said. I would find a way out of this, but it had to be subtle.

"That's settled then," mother went on, "We'll leave Friday after you two get out of school. I've already canceled my afternoon appointments."

Mirielle gave me a long, knowing smile.

I thought of my dear Vanessa. I thought of her eyes. Her mouth. Her tongue! I swore I would find a way out of this.

Later, while I lay in bed, Mirielle came in. She closed the door behind her.

"Brenda went out for a bit," she said.

"OK."

She walked to the center of the room. She looked at my stuff.

"You have a good sense of color. Perhaps you should be an artist."

She was full of shit. My room was done up in black, white, and lavender. It was lovely enough, but nothing mind blowing. I lay back, my arms behind my head, and watched her.

She watched me back. I knew that look. She had beautiful eyes.

"So you're fucking my mother."

"Hmm. So you're fucking your sister."

The game was on!

"How did you find out?"

"I was listening at the door before Brenda called you for lunch."

Damn! I swore to myself, just then, that I would feel no regret.

"Perhaps we're were just playing at it."

She smiled. "I'm not stupid. I know what I heard."

"So, you know. What now?"

"I want you."

Of course she did. They all did.

"Blackmail then? It won't work. Emily and I will just deny it. We will seem hurt and confused. Mother will believe us, and decide you're insane."

"You could pull that off, but could Emily? You saw her performance in the kitchen. She's terrible under pressure."

"I'll coach her. Mother just won't want to believe it."

"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps not."

She smiled at me. I waited.

"But blackmail is so—coarse—horrible. Let's agree there will be no blackmail. I won't tell her."

"OK. I'm fine with that. Now what?"

"I still want you. What must I do to get you?"

She gazed at me. Such simple words she said, but I could feel the effect of her presence. She was beautiful. Her deep brown eyes. Such a hot body. And that pencil skirt! Fuck!

She was a practiced seductress. It was transparent to me. But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?

"Cancel the weekend trip. Promise it's off, and you can have me, just this one time."

She thought about that. "Brenda will be so sad. Why do you girls want to cancel it so badly?"

Every so often her French accent sounded real. It did that time.

"We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?"

"Just one time?"

"Just once."

"But I want more."

She gazed at me. The was something lurid behind her eyes. It was very attractive.

"You get one time for this. You want more, we'll deal later."

She smiled. Inside, I surrendered to it.

"Alright, I'll tell Brenda that my mother just called and I have to see her this weekend. She's sick, it turns out. Brenda will believe that."

"Very well. Now kiss me."

She kissed me. She leaned over the bed. I sat up, halfway. She pulled me up the rest, and locked her lips to mine. Her mouth was incredible. I felt a warmth spread from my pussy. I pressed in my tongue.

She sat me on the side of the bed, then squatted down in front of me. Her face was level with my chest. She reached forward and grasped my smallish breast, the left one, and gently squeezed my nipple through the fabric of my dress and blouse.

"You're such a little angel."

I felt like a devil. I'd never been with a girl I didn't love before. Only Vanessa and Emily, and they were both precious in my heart. Mirielle was not. I pushed her head back, leaned forward, and spat in her mouth.

This would be fun.

She swallowed my spit and got a big smile. I think it became clear to her just what I was. I hoped very much that she liked ass.

"You're a dirty little girl."

"Shut up and undress me."

She stood me up, squeezing my ass hard. She unclipped the straps of my jumper and slid it down my body. She followed it, sitting on her knees. She was tall and I was short, so she had to contort a bit, but she pressed her face to my pussy, and licked it through my panties.

I held her head and thrust my hips forward. I squirmed a bit. My pussy felt good. My clit was all atwitter. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and set it aside.

She raised up again to a squatting position, level with my bare chest. She pulled me in close, sucking my nipples and grabbing my ass. I felt a thrill when her finger passed over my asshole, but it didn't linger. Still, her mouth on my tits felt good. A warmth went down to my tummy, then a bit further. She sucked more, moaning and squirming. Obviously she loved my little pointy tits.

We each have our own thing, our little fetish. Hers was tits. I let her suck. It felt good enough. When it was my turn, I'd have that ass.

She put me back on the bed, still sucking. I relaxed, and let her play. It started to feel pretty great. Vanessa, Emily, and I were ass girls. I'd never had my tits sucked for so long. I wondered if I could climax this way. I'd heard of it.

"You're gonna to make me come doing that."

"God I hope so."

My pussy was tingling untouched. I cheated a bit—I was a devil girl after all—and rocked my hips, letting my panties slide over my slit. I felt a tingle pass through my body. Then, slowly, I crept up to the edge of ecstasy. I relaxed, letting the feelings wash over me. Her mouth on my tits was so hot. I was so close. I reached down and squeezed my clit, then cried out. I shook. I felt warm all over. I felt her kissing me.

"That was really cool. I've never got off from just my tits."

She pursed her mouth in theatric disapproval. "Oh, but I saw you grinding your panties and pinching your clit."

I smiled, pretending to look guilty. "But still, that was really cool."

"You wanna to suck mine?"

"Sure."

Why not?

She reached her hands to unbutton her blouse. I grabbed them, stopping her.

"Let me."

I undid the buttons, one my one. She was wearing a lacy indigo underwire bra, one of those that don't really cover anything. Her tits looked nice, well shaped, with puffy pink nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked. She undid her bra, pulling it out from under my chin, and threw it aside.

I sat with her on the bed and took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked. I ran my tongue around it. I spat on it, and licked it off. Her pleasure became real obvious. She was moaning a lot.

I reached up her skirt, and gently ran a finger up and down her soft, damp panties, but not too much. I wanted to do that tit thing to her, if I could. It was her fetish, and she'd given up her weekend. I licked and sucked. I kissed. I spat more, and kept licking.

"Is this working for you?"

"Yes! Don't stop."

I kind of tickled her pussy, just a bit, and kept sucking her tits. She started getting close, breathing really hard. Then she cried out and shook. Her body slammed back. She twitched, moaned, then twitched again. She lay there panting, looking at me. I gave her a big, wicked grin.

"Turn over. I gave you that. Now I get your ass."

Her eyes got real big. I don't think she quite expected that. However, she did what she was told.

I unzipped her sexy little skirt and pulled it off. Her panties were the same lacy indigo as her bra. I kissed her through them—kissed her there—then pulled them off.

What a wonderful ass she had. Round. A bit fleshy, but still firm. I spread her cheeks and gazed upon her asshole. It was a little brown circle, slightly plump at the edges, perfect.

"You're a kinky little beast, aren't you?"

I didn't answer. Well—not with words at least. I licked her delicious asshole instead.

"Oh fuck. Oh god that's fucking amazing!"

Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her before? To see her ass was to want it. To see her asshole was to eat it. I pushed my in tongue as far as it would go, tasting her.

Neither of us heard the footsteps on the stairs. The door slammed open and mother came in. She took one look at us and freaked out. Things got really bad.

"How could you do that with my daughter?" she kept asking.

We were downstairs. Mirielle and I were dressed again, sitting stunned at the kitchen table. Mirielle had no answer. She mumbled "sorry" over and over again.

My mind raced around for something to say and came up empty. I watched, hoping Mirielle wouldn't say too much.

"What's happening?" a small voice muttered from the door.

It was Emily. She'd heard all the yelling, and seen Mirielle run by naked. I'm sure she knew basically what was going on. Mother just shouted, "Go to your room!" She left, looking hurt and confused.

I wanted to follow, to comfort her, but I needed to stay here. Would she hate me? I'd just cheated on her and Vanessa. I feared that's how she'd see it. I couldn't say she was wrong.

Mother shouted, "Get out of my house! Don't ever let me see you again. Resign from the college. Today!"

Mirielle looked broken. Her future was slipping away.

"Don't!" I said, "Don't do anything … official … permanent."

"She's lucky I don't call the cops."

"I wouldn't testify."

It didn't matter. Mother had seen enough. My testimony wouldn't matter, and I knew it.

Seconds passed. "Do you love her?" Her voice was flat.

"No, of course not."

Then she turned to Mirielle. "How about you? Do you love her? Did you love me?"

Her voice cracked when she asked that last part.

Mirielle didn't answer. She looked like she wanted to say something, but the words were caught in her throat. We sat there, all of us, quiet. More time passed, the calm before the storm. I thought of Vanessa and Emily, and how lucky I was. I had love, and was sure of it. Mother's face grew dark. She waited for something. It didn't come. The storm broke.

She kicked a chair, breaking it. Dishes were thrown. Her blouse came loose from her waist and hung open. Her tits, escaping from her bra, swayed about. She got really ugly. She shouted for Mirielle to get out. She called me a whore and said I wasn't her daughter. I'd never seen anything like this. Emily, who'd returned to the doorway, started to cry.

Mirielle ran from the house and escaped. I ran to Emily and hugged her. "Please forgive me," I muttered into her ear. I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes. She clung to me. For that, at least, I was glad.

We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door, while the storm raged below.

"What happened?"

"Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my reason before you get angry."

"You fucked her?"

"Yeah. She agreed to cancel the weekend trip if I did. I mean—I thought it was the only way, so I did it."

"Oh. OK."

"Are you mad?"

"Not really. That's a good reason. Mom caught you?"

"Yeah. It didn't really work out, did it?"

I smiled, trying to find humor in the situation. It didn't work. Emily looked forlorn.

"I don't think you should tell Vanessa about this."

"No. I don't think so either."

Eventually the storm below stopped and was replaced by sobbing. I considered going down, to give some sort of comfort, but decided it would do no good. I just held on to Emily.

The sobbing stopped and footsteps came up the stairs and down the hall. I heard them check my room, then on to Emily's. The door opened. Mother stood there.

She was a mess. Her blouse still hung open. Her makeup was streaked all over her face. Her hair was gross and sticking together in clumps; perhaps she had cried into it. She stared at us. She looked broken.

"We're still fucking going this weekend," she said, her years of culture and education slipping away, her language turning coarse, "Just the three of us. It'll be fun. I'll fucking make it fun. I'm not letting that slut break up our family. She can fucking die!"

All that and the trip wasn't off.

Emily's affection for her mother took over, and she ran and hugged her. Mother grasped her in her arms. I looked at them. Would I be welcome? She beckoned to me to come. I did. She embraced her two daughters and quietly sobbed.

My face ended up against a breast. Soft, but still firm enough. Very motherly. Her nipple was brown and pointy. I thought of sucking on it. I could see Emily having the same idea. We were devil girls—I'm sure of it. We refrained. Now was not the time. We just hugged her and let her cry.

I sent an email to Vanessa,

"My Beloved Vanessa,

"Mom is taking us to the Catskills this weekend. We can't get out of it. All efforts to do so have ended in disaster. Still, we must see you. Get a cabin. I'm enclosing a link to the resort. Somehow, we'll find a few hours to be with you.

"It's the best we can do.

"Love Claire

"P.S. Emily appreciated your kiss with her normal fervor. I shall kiss her again soon."

A response came quickly. It simply read,

"Beloved. I just made a reservation for the last cabin. I will see you Saturday. Love. Kiss her for me."

I did.

Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin. After we left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two lane road through rocky hills. Her old Volvo purred along, puttering here and there when we went up a steep bank. After a while, I dozed off. The last thing I saw was Emily, still awake, gazing out the window.

We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so cottages surrounding a long narrow lake. There was a parking lot at one end, with a boat ramp and an office. We waited in the car as mother checked us in and got the keys. Then we walked, lugging our bags, along the narrow asphalt footpath that circled the lake. Our cottage was back a bit, nestled among trees. It was number twelve.

We plopped our bags down, ate sandwiches, and showered. Then we played a couple games of Apples to Apples. Emily won both times. She was smiling. She seemed very warm and happy. The mood mellowed. Mother was acting normal to me, it seemed.

There were two rooms. Mother took one, and Emily and I the other. We lay together in the bed, hugging and kissing in the darkness. A shaft of moonlight drifted in. Night crawled onward. We slept.

We awoke well past dawn to the sound of a bird singing. Mother was already up, cooking eggs on the tiny stove.

"We're gonna run down to the lake," I said.

"Be back soon. Breakfast is almost ready."

I took Emily's hand, and we ran down the footpath to where we could see the parking lot. We looked for a little green Toyota, her car. It was there!

I felt exalted. Emily got a great big smile, and I squeezed her hand.

We ran back and ate. Now, which cabin was hers, and how to slip away?

Mother wanted to go swimming. We put on our suits and went down to the lake. Other families had gathered at a little beach a few hundred yards from our door, and we joined them. The morning air was crisp, the water cold.

Bobbing in the lake, I looked around at the surrounding cabins. Which was hers? Was she watching us? We'd appear as mere specks from the furthest. The chill of the water seeped into my body. I felt time crawl. Emily splashed around laughing and mother watched us, content it seemed.

It drew into late morning, and mother said she'd take a nap. We returned to the cabin. She went into her room.

We had a couple of hours until lunch. It was time.

We slipped into our room and changed our clothes. I wore a little blue dress. Emily put on a t-shirt and a little skirt—Vanessa liked skirts. "Easy access," she had once said.

We slipped out of the cabin. No sound came from mother's room.

Which cabin? We went to the office. An older woman commanded the desk. She had graying hair and wore slacks and a man's shirt. I approached her.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello sweetie."

"That green Toyota in the parking lot, I think it belongs to an old family friend. It would be just amazing if she is staying here. Can you look in the register for a Vanessa Park?"

She regarded us carefully. I'm sure she wasn't supposed to give out cabin numbers, but would she turn down two cute, innocent young girls looking for an old friend? Emily gave her a big smile and looked excited.

"Well, let me see," she said thumbing through the registration. "I see a Ms. Park here, in cabin twenty-one. I'm sure that's your friend. How wonderful!"

Indeed!

We thanked her and sped from the room.

Cabin twenty-one was a long walk around the lake. I held Emily's hand and we hurried.

She must have seen us coming, for she met us at the door. We were still some fifteen yards away. Her black hair was long. She was all primary colors, with a simple red A-line skirt and yellow pull over woolen blouse. Emily broke from me and ran, leaping into her arms and hugging her. I approached slowly, just gazing at her.

She was everything in the world.

"Hello my angel," she said as I drew near.

"Hello Vanessa." I had a gigantic smile.

"Let's go inside."

We went in. We hadn't much time, so we started right away.

I embraced her, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue with mine. Emily hugged her from behind, around the waist, nuzzling her head into the middle of her back, then reached down and pushed her skirt up between her legs.

"You don't waste any time, do you sweetie," Vanessa said.

She did not. My sweet sister knew the value of time.

While Emily began work down below, I helped Vanessa pull off her top and release her bra. She had firm, round breasts with dark little nipples. I sucked. Vanessa smiled and started to squirm a bit.

Then down. Emily had already pushed her skirt up from behind, and I did the same from the front. The two of us, squatting, nuzzled our faces in and kissed her through her panties. Next, the panties came off, the two of us fumbling to get them down. We laughed.

Back in, Emily from behind and me from the front. Vanessa's pussy was neatly trimmed into a little V of hair pointing—there. I could follow directions and wrapped my mouth around her special place, sucking in deeply. I worked on her clit, rubbing my tongue around, teasing, licking, sucking. Every so often, I would push back deeper to lick her pussy hole. A few times, I met Emily's tongue there and we giggled.

Vanessa started to get really hot. She squatted a bit, spreading her legs out farther. I could feel it was getting close.

"Let's switch."

We backed off and spun Vanessa in place. She staggered a bit.

"Oh that feels so good."

We went back in.

I spread her cheeks and paused for a second, looking at it, her asshole. It was still pink and firm, even after all the use it had seen. I kissed it, with my tongue pressing in, sucking. Her pussy was wet by now, and I stuck two fingers in, getting them nice and juicy. I tongued her some more, then pressed the end of my fingers against it, pushing. She relaxed her anus, as much as she could, and my fingers slipped in. She let out a deep groan. I pumped slowly.

Her anus tightened up, her body going rigid, her head shaking back and forth. Her knees gave out, and Emily and I had to support her, gradually lowering her to the floor while she writhed. She lay back against me. Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers in and continued my gentle pumping. Emily was still sucking her clit.

She shuddered again, crying out in unintelligible yelps. I kept pumping. Emily kept sucking.

A third time—I think. Maybe it was a continuation of the second. Her legs kicked out, smacking loudly against the wooden floor.

Then she gasped for breath.

"Enough. Please, enough."

I withdrew my fingers. Emily sat up, wiping off her chin. Vanessa lay there, pressed against me, with her chest heaving, her face rapt. I kissed her neck, and whispered into her ear, "I missed you, darling."

She had to catch her breath. "Oh girls, I missed you too."

I stuck my two fingers in her mouth.

Emily decided it was her turn, my delightful, eager sister. She lay over the side of the couch, sticking her little ass up, beckoning. Vanessa and I looked. She licked her lips.

"I like Emily's little skirt."

"Me too."

"Shall we?"

"Yes, let's."

We took turns on her. Vanessa started, pulling the skirt up, and pressing her thumb up into her crack, pushing her panties into her asshole, just a bit. Emily closed her eyes. "Mmmm," she cooed in pleasure.

The panties came down around her ankles. She stepped out of them, and spread her legs out as far as they would go, sort of standing with her ass in the air and her face in the couch. Vanessa squatted down on her knees and ran her tongue up from the tip of the clit to the anus in a slow, lingering lick. Emily's body jerked.

That was just a tease. Vanessa got to work. She wrapped her mouth tightly around Emily's anus, making a loud, wet sucking sound. She kissed it, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around Emily's legs. She ran her mouth down over my sister's sweet pussy, kissing, sucking, licking. Then to her ass again. Deep kisses.

Emily squirmed and moaned.

"Oh yes, Vanessa. Stick your tongue in, please."

Emily's ass was tight, but Vanessa had a strong tongue. Her mouth was wrapped so tightly against the anus that I couldn't see, but given Emily's cries of pleasure, I'm sure the tongue won.

"Fuck me with your tongue!"

Vanessa fucked Emily's ass with her tongue.

Soon it was my turn. I squatted down, the hem of my dress resting on the floor. I leaned in and licked. After our long walk, and getting so hot and juicy, the odor was strong, musky, and intense with the smell of ass. Her pussy was so sweet. Her ass was simply heaven. I gave it a long, lingering kiss. I pressed in my tongue. I ran my finger up and down her slit, but only lightly on the clit. I wanted this to last.

She started panting. She twitched hard. Her knees gave out, and she moaned loudly. This wasn't it, however. I knew every bit of her, and she wasn't even close yet. She was building up, like a fucking hurricane.

I kept licking her ass, probing, pushing, giggling with delight. I loved her so much.

"Oh Claire, Oh Claire, Oh Claire."

Oh Emily!

Soon it was Vanessa's turn again. As we switched places we kissed deeply, licking Emily's pussy juice from one another's face. We reached down, rubbing, feeling, probing. We breathed hard. We laughed, overcome with delight.

Then Vanessa went in again. Back into position. Her tongue probed deep. Then a finger in the pussy, a thumb on the clit. Firm, but gentle pumping, a tongue in one hole, a finger in the other. Time passed. The pumping increased in intensity.

It fucking happened. Emily's head snapped back. Her body shook with one tremendous motion. I leaned over and peered at her face. She was transformed, from a small, silly fourteen year old girl, to a tumultuous, writhing demon of sex. A long, singular groan emerged from the back of her throat. She grabbed the cushions of the couch and clamped down tight. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape. For the longest time she didn't seem to breath. Then a sharp intake of breath, and a long gentle release.

No one could cum like my sister.

She tried to relax, but her body kept twitching. She rolled over onto her back, laughing and gasping for air. I squatted, put my arm around Vanessa, and we watched her come down from the pristine heights, amazed, transfixed, in love.

It was a while before she could talk again.

"Oh Vanessa, Oh Claire, I love you both. I love you both so much."

As we love you, my angel. Vanessa kissed her, and whispered sweet things in her ear.

Finally. It was my turn.

I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and gave a pretty little smile. I just waited, wondering what they would do to me.

"Emily, what shall we do to your sister?"

"Perhaps we should do you again instead."

Vanessa smiled, and pinched my sister's nipple sharply. Emily gasped, then they both laughed.

"I know. You warm her up for me, sweetie. I'm gonna get my little friend."

Vanessa went to rummage through her luggage. Emily came to me, took my hand, and led me to the couch. I sat down, but she pushed me, rolling me over onto my tummy. My dress came up, my panties down. And then, pure bliss.

Her tongue was such a little thing, but it could find the most delightful places. Tiny fingers assisted, probing where the tongue was not. Soon my holes were filled with little wet, squirmy bits of heaven. Wisps of pleasure spread out from there, tingling up my body. I felt my nipples rubbing against my dress. I heard sloppy, wet sounds from her mouth as she sucked and kissed. My pussy started to flow. My juices dripped down my leg.

Vanessa returned, carrying her "little friend." It was a six inch, narrow vibrator with a small, bulbous head.

Emily saw it. "Mmmm, when did you get that?"

"I've had it a very long time. It was sort of a gift from an old friend. I rarely take it out, though, lots of bittersweet memories."

She handed it to Emily. "Rub it on her pussy to get it wet. Then—well—you know where it goes."

Emily rubbed it up and down my pussy until it was slippery. Then she pushed it slowly into my ass. After the end passed through, I tightened my anus around it. It was so stiff. I writhed and turned, every motion pushing it hard against my insides. I felt a deep and wonderful ache.

"You turn it on by twisting the end there."

I felt it come alive, and a shock of pleasure shot up my body. I felt the hum all the way down to my clit. I grabbed the cushions hard, my mouth opened wide. I almost came, but got myself relaxed in time.

Emily started pumping me with it, slowly. I held on to the couch, contorting, writhing, moaning. I bit down on a cushion and squealed. She kept fucking me with it.

Vanessa sat next to me on the couch. "Turn over, sweetie."

She and Emily helped me, turning me, pushing my legs so they curled against my tummy. I lay back, my head resting on Vanessa's lap, my legs up, and sweet Emily squatting there fucking my ass.

"Look at me."

I gazed up at Vanessa, into her eyes. There was something inside her, gazing back at me, gentle and perfect. For this, I loved her. She smiled.

Emily wrapped her mouth around my pussy, probing me with her little tongue. She twisted the vibrator, angled it up, and drove it in deeper. My toes curled, but I stayed relaxed, just enough.

"Go easy on her pussy, dear. We want this to last."

Emily drew back and just focused on the vibrator.

"You can fuck her a little harder, I think. Is that fine Claire?"

I grunted.

She fucked me harder. A lot harder. I put my legs down, arching up on the balls of my feet, rocking my hips to the rhythm of it. Vanessa unbuttoned the top of my dress, and bared my chest. She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples in little circles, while Emily fucked me, biting her bottom lip, her face transfixed.

I gave up trying to relax. There was just no way I could. It would not be long.

I began to feel spasms shoot up my body. I shuddered. I couldn't even tell what I was feeling anymore. What was pleasure? What was pain? There were shocks of sensation, shooting from my ass, across my pussy, and up the rest of me.

Then just a tiny bit more, and I fell over the edge. I cried out. I shot my hips forward, Emily falling back and me sliding on top of her. I kicked my legs out, my body thrashing about. Emily kept one hand on the vibrator, and shielded her head with the other. Vanessa tried to restrain me, but to no avail. I shuddered again. Then my body went totally rigid, and I let out a long, perfect groan, releasing everything inside of me in one passionate sound. I peed a little. Then I relaxed.

"Holy shit!" I said.

"I think you just peed on me."

"Sorry dear."

"No problem."

I was straddling my dear sister. She bent up and licked my sopping wet pussy.

"Should I keep fucking you?"

"No, please, pull it out. But the licking feels nice. Just … be gentle."

She pulled the vibrator out with a little pop, and shut it off. I got back up on the couch, and she leaned in and gently ran her tongue around my pussy. It felt all tingly. I lay back on Vanessa's lap.

"Fuck that was hot," she said.

"It was pretty nice."

Emily gave my pussy a few more soft licks, then climbed up into my lap and kissed me. Vanessa leaned forward, and embraced both of us.

Now that we'd each had a turn, and didn't each have such a need to cum anymore, we kind of had a free-for-all of hugging, kissing, and licking. I stood and took off my dress. It was soaked down around the butt area. Then I pulled off Vanessa's skirt, which also had a huge wet spot. I pushed her back on the couch and ate her pussy. Emily stripped off her pee spattered clothes and crawled up behind me eating my pussy and ass. None of us were going to cum again any time soon, so we just took our time and made each other feel good. We were smiling, laughing, and cooing gently.

I tried not to think about our clothes, or how we would sneak back into the cabin. I'd worry about that when I had to.

After a bit, Vanessa pulled me up to her and kissed me. Then we pushed Emily down on the couch and took turns eating her sweet, young, pink pussy. Next I crawled behind Vanessa, and ate her ass. She started breathing hard, getting all hot and bothered. I pressed in my tongue, and fingered her to another climax. Then Emily again, standing her up, me taking her pussy, Vanessa her ass. She started moaning and begging for more. I put a finger in, fucking her with it. She came hard, grabbing my hair and holding me to her cunt.

Then me again, on the couch. Vanessa ate me while Emily sucked my little tits. Vanessa sensed my getting close, and brought me home with her tongue on my clit and two fingers in my ass.

Then we climbed up together on the couch kissing and hugging.

"I need to rest a bit," Vanessa said.

"Me too," Emily replied, laying back onto Vanessa's lap and playing with her own little nipples.

I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes before noon. We had no more time.

"I think we to need to go."

"No!" Emily shouted.

"Sweetie, mother will be up soon."

"So? She'll think we're out playing."

"She'll look for us. She might ask at the desk. They lady there will tell her where we are. She'll come and knock on that door."

I was right. At that exact moment, there was a knock.

Fuck!

We sat stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was not her. Then we heard her voice, "Vanessa? Girls? Are you in there?" She knocked again.

I ran and peeked out the back window. There were trees behind the cabin. They were a tantalizing hope of escape, but I noticed a steep embankment and tangled underbrush. It looked like a desperate path.

We could put our clothes on and invite her in, but they were a mess, and everything was covered in pussy juice. I'm sure the whole room reeked of sex.

Vanessa just sat there with a blank look. Emily whispered, "Let's hide until she goes away."

She knocked again.

"No, let's get dressed and let her in."

"Huh?"

"Mother is clever. She'll likely wait by the door. How long can we sit in here quietly? She'll ask where we were, then check our story. Let's just let her in and face the music."

"They'll arrest me," Vanessa muttered.

"Only if she tells."

She knocked again, louder, then tried the door. It opened. None of us had thought to lock it.

So, that was the scene she found, the three of of naked, our soiled clothes strewn about, and the stink of sex. The vibrator was still laying in plain sight on the floor.

"Hello mother. Would you give us a moment to get dressed?"

The color drained from her face. She muttered something unintelligible. I looked at my two dear lovers, and went to put on my dress. Emily looked terrified. She scrambled and put on her clothes.

Vanessa just sat naked. She looked empty.

We'd had a good run, two years. We had to get caught sooner or later. I hoped it would not be a disaster.

"Here sweetie," I said taking Vanessa's clothes, "Let's get you dressed. Mother, please wait outside for a bit, and we'll call you in when we're ready."

She stepped outside, but did not close the door. I stood Vanessa up and helped her put on her skirt and top. I straightened out her clothes, and mine, as much as possible. Then I sat with her on the couch and held her hand to me.

"It will be OK." I kissed her hand. "Mother, please come back in."

Mother entered, dragged a stout wooden chair to face the couch, and sat across from us.

"Emily, go sit with her."

That was my master stroke. I placed all of our hopes in the hands of my sweet sister. Emily went to mother, took her hand, and climbed into her lap.

"Your clothes are damp, darling."

"Yeah. I know."

Mother gave me a very dark look.

The pieces were all in place. It was time for the game to begin.

"Mother, Vanessa and I are lovers. We have been since she stayed with us two years ago."

"And Emily?"

"She is … our special friend."

Mother looked horrified.

"Don't be mad," Emily whispered.

"We manage to meet when we can, and we make love."

"Do you expect me to accept this?"

"Yes."

She sat still, glaring at me. I could see the anger swirling behind her eyes.

"What kind of girl are you? When I caught you with Mirielle, I thought you were just the victim of her seduction. Were you the seducer?"

"It was sort of mutual."

"Who is Mirielle?" Vanessa asked.

"She was my girlfriend, until I caught her with Claire."

"You cheated on me?" Vanessa asked.

"Sort of. I had a good reason. We'll talk about it later."

Emily added, "She had a good reason, Vanessa. Please don't be mad."

"You mustn't cheat on me. I don't cheat on you. Ever. And its harder for me. You have Emily."

"Claire?" mother asked, "Do you and your sister—"

She didn't complete the thought.

We all sat quietly. A dark, turgid mood filled the room.

"I should call the police."

This could go very wrong. I considered murder; god help me.

Emily started to cry. "Please don't mommy," she sobbed out, "I love her. Claire loves her too."

"It's true. I love her with all my heart. If you take her from us, you'd be killing us."

"Like you took Mirielle from me?"

"I'm sorry about that. But Mirielle and Vanessa are not the same, and you could have kept Mirielle, if you wanted her."

Emily was sobbing. She clung to our mom, and put her head against her chest. Mother held her, and tried to comfort her. Emily nuzzled in closer.

Then Emily's stopped her tears. Her face became blank. She began to unbutton mother's blouse.

Never underestimate my sister.

"What are you doing, Emily darling?"

We were devil girls. I heard Vanessa gasp. I just watched, waiting for what would happen next.

Mother didn't stop her. She let the buttons all get undone. Then Emily freed one of her breasts from her bra, and took her nipple into her mouth.

Mother looked at me, terrified, but she still held Emily close.

I smiled. "She's irresistible, isn't she?"

Her expression softened. First she looked curious, then content, and finally soft pleasure covered her. I went to her. I squatted down next to her chair, and freed the other beast from her bra. Her nipple was large and dark. I took it into my mouth and sucked.

She reached her arm around me. "Oh Claire, we mustn't."

"Let's go to the couch. It'll be more comfortable."

I stood and took her hand, leading her over. Vanessa got up, and made room for us. Mother sat in the center, and Emily and I curled up on each side of her, returning to her breasts. Vanessa squatted down in front of her, lifting her feet and taking off her shoes.

Her tit was so soft. Her nipple got real puffy in my mouth. I felt her tense up and let out a gentle sigh. She stroked my face, and Emily's.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said. Vanessa began licking her feet.

"Mother, will you suck on mine?" I asked.

"Dear, we mustn't do this."

"Please mommy," Emily said, "Don't make me stop. I've wanted to do this for so long."

Then a shiver of pleasure passed up mother's body from Vanessa sucking on her toes. She sat there. I could almost feel her indecision. We were on the edge of a knife.

Emily took her nipple back into her mouth, and gazed up into her eyes, then closed her own and kept sucking with a rapt face.

Mother breathed heavily. "Sweetie, take off your dress."

I stood, undid the buttons, and let my dress fall to the floor. Then I got back on the couch, sitting up on my knees, and pressed my chest to her face. She took a nipple into her mouth and gave it a long, deep kiss. I held her face to me, and felt gentle strands of pleasure cross my body.

Vanessa came up to her waist and undid mother's slacks, pulling them down and off. She was wearing a tiny yellow thong.

"Ms. Sommers, you have a very lovely body."

"Thank you, and please call me Brenda."

Emily stopped sucking, and joined Vanessa down there. They pulled her hips out a bit, and pushed her legs back. I straddled her torso, my chest level with her face. I bent down, and whispered into her ear, "This is going to blow your mind." Then up again, and her soft, sexy mouth on my tits, and my panties grinding against her body.

I couldn't see what they were doing, but I felt her squirm. I heard very wet sounds.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"Emily is—how shall we say—becoming acquainted with her ass."

"Save some for me."

Mother cooed, "Claire, take off those panties, and climb onto my face."

It dawned on me, the full measure what was happening. I felt an indescribable thrill. I stood on the couch, yanking my panties down and off, and pressed my pussy to my mother's face. Her mouth wrapped around me, her tongue went in, pushing and probing. The sheer wonder of it all was too much. I hit me hard. I cried out, my knees all wobbly. Then I dropped down kissing her. My pussy juice was all over her face.

It didn't take her long, after that. She went rigid, crying out then shuddering. I looked down at sweet Emily, her face ecstatic. She pulled two fingers from mother's ass.

I dropped down to the floor, and pushed Emily aside. I spread mother's cheeks, and plunged in my tongue, licking as she came down from the orgasm. It tasted wonderful, sweet, and murky. I fingered my pussy desperately. I came again, tensing up and breathing hard.

"Oh Claire, Oh Emily, I love you both so much."

"I love you too mommy," Emily said, "And don't forget Vanessa. I love you Vanessa."

I liked to show my love through actions. I kept licking her ass.

We all cleaned up, we at our cabin and Vanessa at hers. Then we met for lunch, and spent the afternoon lazing by the lake. Vanessa had to leave that evening, so we had dinner, then all got together in her cabin for a final goodbye. It was lovely. We each took turns making her cum. Mother went last, and Emily and I sat back and watched the two get to know each other's bodies. Then she packed, said her goodbyes, and we watched her car pull off into the darkness.

"She'll be gone three months?" mother asked.

"Yes."

"That's a long time."

That reminded me of something vague and wistful.

"Yes, three months can be very long, sometimes."

We returned home the next day and began our new life, loving each other openly—but only inside. We shut out the world. We kept our curtains closed.

Vanessa emailed me every day, with news of her trip, her job, and sweet words of love. There was one new thing in her messages. They now closed, "Kiss your dear mother and sister for me."

I close the email program and go down the stairs. They are on the couch, having already started. They see me, separate, and invite me to sit between them. Emily scoots behind me, and pulls me back to her, kissing me, rubbing me. She giggles. Mother drops to the floor. The hem of my dress is pushed up, my panties pulled off. Mother leans in. Her mouth. Her tongue. My sweet mother. How beautiful. Oh god I love her.

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