Sisterly Love, Part I
It’s not easy for a single mother. Especially not with two girls in puberty.
My husband left me shortly after the birth of my second daughter and the only thing I have seen of him since then is his monthly cheque. I think I did a good job with raising my two daughters. They were good girls, always obeyed me and helped me in the house. But then puberty started and they totally changed. Well, they still obeyed me but they seemed to hate one another, always shouting at each other, slamming doors and never leaving the other alone. Most of the time it was about some music CDs or their clothes. They were nearly the same size and so they both fitted in the same clothes and just took them from each other without asking. Sometimes they would take an item of clothing just to make the other angry.
I hadn’t a single second without hearing them scream at each other and soon became tired of trying to separate them. I just didn’t know what I could do to make them love each other again.
But then I found a way by accident.
Sonja was 14 at that time and her younger sister Anja was just 13.
I got home from a hard day at work and was greeted by their shouting and yelling at each other as usual. I told them to be quiet and to stop fighting because I was tired and had a little headache. They stopped fighting as usual when I asked them to stop. But as usual they started fighting not 5 minutes later.
I got up from the couch again, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Then I went into their ‘lion’s cage’. They were in Anja’s room still shouting at each other.
“What is this all about?” I asked quietly. They stopped instantly and then they started babbling at the same time.
“She has my…”, “But she did…”
“Stop!” I shouted. “You first,” I said to Sonja.
“But she…” Anja said. I only had to raise my finger to stop her.
Sonja grinned in triumph. “She took my top again and I wanted to wear it today.”
“Is that true?” I asked Anja.
“Well… yes. It’s her top. But she only wants to wear it because I’m wearing it now.”
“But it’s her top, right?”
“OK then. Strip.”
“What?” Anja screamed totally surprised.
“I said strip. If it’s Sonja’s top you have to strip.”
Anja took the top off, standing there in her tiny little bra and handed the top over to her sister. Sonja was grinning now in total triumph. Both waited now for my word to go into their own rooms and not to fight over each others clothes again. And that was the moment I got the idea how to get them to love each other again and not to fight anymore.
“What did I tell you?” I asked Anja.
“What? Well, to give her the top back and not to take each others clothes without asking and…”
“Didn’t I ask you to strip?”
“You what?” Anja asked astonished. Of course I only wanted her to just take off the top at first but now I wanted her to strip completely.
Both girls looked at me in total shock. I couldn’t really mean it, could I?
“Strip!” I repeated slowly and quietly so that they knew that I really meant it that way and that I wouldn’t accept anything else.
It took a few seconds but then Anja started to take off her trousers mumbling something to herself. After her trousers came her socks.
“Completely?” she asked pleadingly.
“Completely,” I said.
Sonja’s grin went wider and wider while her little sister took off her bra. My, she had cute little titties. They were just a small handful but they looked so soft and firm and totally delicious with their neat little nipples. Then down came her panties. Her pussy was so cute too. Just a small triangle of dark blond pussy hair, where you could see a little bit of her soft slit. Anja didn’t know if she should cover herself. Her hands moved uneasily up and down on her stomach.
Sonja’s grin really went from ear to ear by then. But I knew how to get it down again and help Anja to feel a bit better.
“And now you. Strip.”
Sonja was still grinning at her sister. She had heard what I had said but the command didn’t go into her head.
“Young lady. Strip,” I said more loudly.
“W-what. Me too? But… why? I didn’t do anything. I…”
“Strip!” I shouted.
She ducked a bit, but then she started to strip too whilst mumbling something to herself.
Sonja wasn’t grinning anymore. My command had just whipped the grin off her face and the grin re-appeared on her little sister’s face.
First her shirt, then her trousers and socks, and then came her bra. Wow, she had nice tits too. More than a handful but not sagging at all; nice and firm with nice little nipples. Then came her panties. Her pussy hair was a bit darker than her sister’s. She definitely trimmed her pussy hair. It was a slim triangle and it seemed that her slit was completely bare. Mmmm, yummy.
I looked at them for a few seconds. Anja didn’t really seem to mind being naked any more, but Sonja was uncomfortable with her nakedness.
“Ok, I think you should show each other that you are sorry about your little fight.”
Both girls mumbled something that sounded like: ‘Well, Ok, if you really want to…mblbl…sorry’
“Didn’t seem to work, right? I think you should shake hands and say sorry,” I said.
They hesitated a bit but then they took each others hand for a millisecond and mumbled a sorry.
“OK, that wasn’t too good either. How about a hug for a sorry?” “But mom…” both said together. “We are naked,” Sonja added.
“I know that you are naked. Where is the problem? So hug now and say that you are sorry.”
They hesitated a bit longer but then they hugged sort of. They laid their arms around each others shoulders but their shoulders barely touched. And they tried to keep their bodies as far away from each other as possible. The hug lasted for a second.
“Can we go now?” Sonja asked a bit nervously.
“Oh, no ladies. Are you really saying that was a hug? I want you to hug for real and not like that. So, come on.” I didn’t have them where I wanted them yet, but I hoped that the next step would do the trick.
I could see that they wanted to argue but then they hugged. They pressed their bodies together slowly as if going into cold water, but then they stood there together with their cute bodies squeezed closely together. I waited, and after 10 seconds the trick started to work. They didn’t asked me if they could let go of each other and I realised that their hands were starting to move slowly over each others backs. After another 10 seconds they let go, looked at each other shyly but then looked at a spot near their feet. They knew that it felt good what they just had done, but didn’t know how to handle that feeling.
Wow, they liked it, they really liked it. Time for a bit more, right? “Did I say that you hugged enough?” I asked.
They rolled their eyes, but it was more because they didn’t wanted to show me that they liked to hug each other naked. They didn’t hesitate a second – was there a little smile between them? - and hugged again.
They even pressed their hips together a bit more and after a few seconds their hands really started to move up and down on their backs.
For now they stopped just above their butts but I was sure that this would change in no time. My girls had their eyes closed and were enjoying each other completely. I got closer to them and whispered in their ears, “How about a little kiss?”
They opened their eyes and looked at each other smiling shyly. They looked at me and I smiled and nodded. And then they kissed. At first there were just little kisses around their mouths, then on their mouths and after a while there were also some kisses with a little bit of tongue. From time to time they stopped kissing and looked at each other smiling.
Wow, I could see that they had really discovered that they loved each other once again. A sisterly, but a true and deep love.
I watched them for a while. Their kisses became deeper and deeper and now their hands were feeling their butts too, pressing against each other as close as possible. After about 5 minutes I left them alone. I was absolutely hot but didn’t dare finger myself, feeling a bit dirty for having those feelings because of my daughters. But I was happy that I was able to show them how to love and accept each other and to quit fighting.
After a while they came to me into the living room, still naked, holding each others hands.
“Mom,” Sonja said, “We just wanted to thank you for showing us that we love each other. I think we just forgot that and… well, thank you.” With that both girls leaned down and gave me tender kisses on my cheeks. Then they went back to their rooms. I wanted to go and have a look if they went in their rooms separately, or if they went in one of their rooms to show each other a bit more of how much they loved each other, but I decided to leave them alone – at least for this time.
Maybe it isn’t that hard to be a single mother…
To be continued
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