Treasure Hunt, Part 2
Somehow they slept. The night was quite warm and sultry, they were covered in sweat, their minds were a jangle of emotion, with their noses unable to detect the sex hormones that filled the air. All that added up to emotional overload, and with muscles aching from new exercises, the outcome was as deep a sleep as they had experienced.
When they awoke in the early morning each sister was nestled in their mother's arms, one each side. Angela was the first to wake, the insistence of her bladder overcoming the arms of Morpheus. She looked at her mother with adoring eyes – how had she not picked up before that she was one very sexy lady - than at her beautiful young sister, looking rather like a ravaged angel, then made a dive for the en-suite and the resulting pee-torrent felt almost as beautiful as last night. She heaved a sigh as those memories flooded back, while wiping the last drops of urine away sent a reminder of how sensitive that area was.
She sat there, dreaming, until her sister whispered at the door, "Will you hurry up? I've got to pee. Quick!"
"Oops, sorry." She opened the door, the sudden sight of her sister making her heart leap. Sure, she was sleepily rubbing her eyes, her hair was all over the place, but the image of her slender body, tall and straight for her age, kissable ruby lips, deep blue eyes and glistening, smooth creamy skin was too much. Instead of walking past her she put her hands each side of her face, lifted it up and bent to kiss her lips. A moment later those lips were returning the pressure and even the stale breath they exchanged was lovely. But the need to pee soon overcame the joy and, breaking the contact, she sat down with an audible sigh of relief.
"I'm going to get a shower," whispered Angela, and made for the bathroom they shared at the other end of the house. Her mother was still asleep, a half smile on her face. She smiled back, walked up the hall, grabbed a towel from the closet, turned the water and entered the glass panelled recess when it was warm. Standing under the hot water was lovely, and it was not long before her eyes were closed and she was singing "Oh, I love my love and my love loves me and two together shall we always be...", so she didn't hear the shower door swing open or someone come in, and gave a start when she felt a soft hand stroke her breast and run down to her tummy. She stopped singing and opened her eyes. Jasmine was standing behind her, and now both her hands were around her, each massaging a budding mammary. Her body was pressed against her back, and the overall effect was so erotic she could only moan. "Oh... Jas... that's so lovely. Don't stop." A moment later she broke into song again, this time 'I'm in heaven', to which she only knew the first three words.
Then Jasmine said softly in her ear, "Wash me? Please? All over?"
"That'd be a real pleasure. You'll do the same for me?"
Angela picked up the soap and a face washer and turned around so she was facing her sister. They smiled at each other, a mix of anticipation and daring, as she put some soap on the washer and began to wash her sister's neck. Jasmine's eyes never left those of her sister; they were both smouldering and knew it, but also remembered that anticipation heightens pleasure.
The washer then went to her chest, and as it brushed over her left nipple its owner winced. "Ow! You must have pulled them pretty hard last night."
"That's all right. It's kinda nice, actually."
"But still sore, eh?"
"Well..." But her sister had bent down to lick them – the left first, then the right, and although they were almost back to original tiny button size, the ministration caused them to swell out a little. Seeing this Angela gently sucked on one, then the other, causing her sister to gasp. "Ah... oo... that feels... oo... really nice..."
"Oh, yes. You wait till it's your turn!"
But Angela went on calmly washing her sisters chest and back, then said, "hang onto my neck and lift a foot so I can wash it." She did so, and when it was done the other. "O.K., now stand up straight and open your legs."
This done, her legs were washed from the ankles upward, but when her most private part was next she was asked, "you want to do there yourself?"
"Oh, no. I want you to do it. I want to feel your fingers do what Mum's did last night. You don't mind, do you?"
"No way. I've never seen you up close. I've never touched you there before. I've never been in the shower with you. And this is not like being in the bath together when we were toddlers. Not that I remember that. This is like being together in love. This is making us both feel good. Jas, I love doing this. Washing you, holding you, making you feel wonderful. You do too, don't you?"
"You'd better believe it. I don't care what you do. Anything... everything is wonderful. I'm so in love with you."
So she began a gentle caressing with her wet, soapy fingers, feeling and seeing the outer lips, parting them and looking at the pink, noticing how it went from pale to darker as it went inwards, then looking for that tiny clitoris her mother had spoken about, and had done something that had sent her straight to heaven. But her sister's was either too small to be seen, or she just didn't know where to look. Anyway, kneeling in the shower was probably not the best place for that kind of exploration. "There," she said, standing up. "Clean. And beautiful."
"What about my bum?"
"Oh. How could I forget that? Turn round and bend over." When that had been done she gave her sister's derriere a good solid scrubbing, slapped the flesh hard, stood up and said, "Now you do me."
"Hey! That hurt. You just wait." But her sister just grinned, so the wash proceeded the same way. Angela was a good three inches taller than her, having put a spurt on over the past six months, but that meant Jas' mouth was that much closer to her sister's breasts. She caressed then gently, and then for the first time in her life sucked on a breast that was not her mother's. Angela's nipples had begun to grow as well as her breasts, and the feel of them in her mouth was so right that she knew it was confirmation of her love. She sucked harder, the licked them, ran her tongue all over them, and looked up. "Oh Angela..." She knew she was crying, the shower washing the tears away as fast as they formed, but her face was so puckered up that her sister put her hands under her arms and lifted her to her full height.
"What's wrong, little sister?"
"I... I love you... I love you so much... I..." but she was blubbering so much she could hardly speak.
Angela turned off the water, smoothed the hair from her little sister's face, put her arm around her, opened the shower door and helped her out into the bathroom. Picking up a towel, she draped it over her shoulders, got another one and gently dried her face, then lifted her face up toward her own. The snivels had stopped, but her eyes were red and still full of tears. "Jas," she said softly, "never forget that I love you too. Love you the same. I know I always will. My heart is overflowing like yours." And she put her lips to her sister's and kissed her so long and tenderly that not only did the sobbing cease, but her arms went round her big sister and hugged her like there was no tomorrow.
All she could say was, "You are the best. You're wonderful. Thank you."
Angela just smiled, and after a moment said quite lightly, "how about some breakfast?"
"What a good idea. Gee, I'm hungry."
"But we'd better get dried and dressed first, hadn't we?" And as they did just that Jas said, "I didn't even start to wash you."
"Doesn't matter. We can do that later. O.K.?"
When they got closer to the kitchen, well dried and dressed in old jeans and tops, they heard voices. "Oh, that's aunty Beth," said Jas. "I wonder what she's doing here?"
But Angela had a pretty good idea, and couldn't help a knowing little smile.
The family always ate breakfast in the kitchen, or 'breakfast room' as her gran liked to call it – "'kitchen' is so working class" was her superior pronouncement, and it was indeed a large comfortable room with everything to hand, cooking and storage at one end, family room at the other. It was also airconditioned, (welcome on hot days), with big windows that could be slid open to let in any breeze from the garden at the back of the house. It was comfortable and homely, stereo system, bookcases, books, magazines, and newspapers on a couch at the far end, radio on the mantel, and no television or computer. Their father did not allow these in this one room, he said, where 'the family can talk, or not, think, or not, and simply be together'. Or sleep, which he did quite often. They didn't miss the electronic distractions, and generally looked forward to breakfast with its sometimes boring, sometimes exciting or gossipy stories their dad told of press photography, and his travels. Now he was away again at a meeting of international delegates to something or other, and the two girls didn't mind this in the least, not after the day before. It was, thought Angela, not the kind of entertainment he would approve of. But then, he need never know. He was a darling, and she loved him, but now...
"Hello, you two. Sleep well?" Beth did the greeting, smiling and holding her arms wide for an embrace, which they were both happy to give. She was three years younger than her sister, shorter and plumper, good fun – well, a tease, actually – with short, curly ginger hair, an upturned cheeky nose, and multi-coloured eyes. 'It's the Irish in me, you see, it had to go somewhere, now didn't it?', she would tell everybody, and then tell how their grandfather had been a merchant seaman from Cork.
"Yes, thank you," responded Jas with a smile. "Mum, what's for breakfast?" She walked to where her mother was attending to something on the stove, saw it was porridge, and said, "Ahh... Can I have eggs, please?I'm hungry." She was not normally allowed these treats because they supposedly contained too much cholesterol, but her mother said she was not surprised she was hungry seeing it was after nine, and how would she like them?
Meanwhile Angela had given her aunt a kiss and asked after her two boys. Terry and Alan were 9 and 11, rather withdrawn, and of absolutely no interest to the girls, but courtesy was expected and Angela was not going to break that rule. She wanted to make as good an impression as possible – her aunt could probably show her some good tips in a certain area of new interest.
"They're well, still doing well at school, still shy... no, that's not it. They're introverted, actually. I know they miss their father, and they can't accept the idea he won't be back, so I hope time will heal them. God knows I try to be both parents, but I really haven't a clue how men function. Anyway, thanks for asking. Ready to eat?"
She was indeed, and as a big plate of scrambled eggs soon appeared, her favourite but rare breakfast, she and her sister were soon scoffing that and more – orange juice, toast with honey, biscuits – and chatting about school, the weather, sport, the movies until they were all done and silence fell.
Jas, wanting to see action, said "I'll start clearing up." Between the four of them that was done in a flash, the dishwasher loaded, and everything tidied.
"Umm...." Ang didn't quite know how to go about getting things started, but her mum, seeing the hesitation asked, "What do you want to do now? Go to the park? The pictures? Scrabble...?"
"No, I don't want to do any of those things," Jas piped up, "Can't we have another biology lesson?"
Angela looked daggers at her sister. Why hadn't she thought of that? Her aunt had a big grin on her face and said, "Oh, great. I've brought the latest video on how malaria develops, and one on endangered species. I could explain..."
"What!?" Angela was beside herself. "Mum, you said we'd have more like... last..... night." She'd gone red as she said the words, she couldn't help still feeiling embarrassed by the thought of talking about love and sex in front of others. Even her aunt. But the words had tumbled out before she could stop them, and seeing her sister grin in amusement didn't help. "Listen, Jasmine, you might be..."
But she had to break off, being goggle eyed at what her sister had done while she was saying this. No hesitation, Jas had whipped off her T-shirt, dropped her jeans, whisked down the panties and stood, proud and naked, in front of them all. "This kind of biology lesson." The adults were grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, Ang, let's see your boobs again. Show us your privates. And what about you, auntie Beth? You've got really big boobs, I want to see them. And everything else. And Mum, you too, of course." The adults were sniggering now, Ang was nearly bursting, but tentatively tugging up her top.
"Jas," said Beth, "you are right up my alley. Fuck... am I horny!" And she began to undress teasingly, a bit at a time.
Ang was a bit nonplussed by her aunt's language, for they were not allowed to swear at home, and discplined severely at school for being caught using words like that, but it somehow excited her too, and she was naked in a flash, standing next to her sister, tall and proud, holding her hand, as if to say, 'here we are, come and teach us.'
Muriel, their mother, had undressed quietly and was picking up the discarded clothing. Turning, she headed to the door, looked back, and whistled. Cocking her head, she indicated they should follow her. The four females paraded up the hallway, mother de sex, daughter of eve, daughter the younger, and aunt volupture.
They finished up in the lounge room, a large room at the front of the house, a picture window showing the rather overgrown garden and very high, cream painted brick fence. A long, polished brown leather couch was under the window, two matching arm chairs nearby, a heavy pile carpet of neutral green on the floor, coffee table, bookcase, outdated entertainment centre, pictures and and bric a brac scattered about.
"Make youselves comfortable," Muriel said, and walked out, only to return a moment later carrying a pile of towels and a small case. The two girls, still holding hands, had flopped onto the couch, while Beth had watched them, still standing, unable to keep the lust off her face. The girls were equally intent, because they had not realized their aunt had no pubic hair. None at all, as bare as they themselves were. They had never seen a grown up without their thatch, and when Beth saw their open mouthed stare at het groin she grinned and said, "hey – three bald girls. Another thing in common. Bald is be-au-ti-ful."
Muriel put the bundle down on a chair, then picked up a towel, threw it out and onto the floor. It was a garish coloured beach item, one they would never have used for its intended purpose, but so large it almost covered the centre of the room. A second towel followed, a third but smaller one thrown to the girls with the instruction, 'spread that out on the couch, will you?', and with a smile of satisfaction their mother said, "Okey dokey, lets have a ride." Seeing a puzzled look on her daughter's faces, she added, "We're off on another treasure hunt. And those," she pointed to the towels, "are the magic carpets."
Beth raised her eyebrows at them, little grin on her face. "In your case, it's an Enid Blyton story. You know, the magic tree." The girls had been read these stories as youngsters, and still loved their fantasy worlds, so their anticipation was heightened even more.
"No, Beth," said her sister," this is definitely a trip to Alladin's cave." Turning to the girls, she added, "but you've got to know the password." To her sister she said, "remember?"
"Oh, yes, never forget that one."
"Well, what is it?" asked Ang.
The two women, standing together in the middle of the roon, said in unison, "Open, Sez-a-me." They immediately turned to one another and kissed, mouths open, arms around each other, the heat of their kiss causing them to moan, groan, and begin to shake.
Angela put her arm around her sister's shoulders and drew her close. Jasmine put her mouth up to be kissed, and her sister obliged with slight pressure at first, but then with a hunger that had simmered all morning. Jas felt herself get hot, and by the time they broke for air she was perspiring and panting. "Oh, Ang, I love that," she said, and went to go back for more, but her sister had her eyes fixed on the middle of the room. She looked stunned, and Jas just had to look at whatever it was.
And stunning it was. Beth was lying on her back on the floor, legs splayed, arms out to receive her sister who was just lowering herself, but back to front. Then their mother's head disappeared between her sister's thighs and they heard a sound like sucking start. But it was what they could see of their mother's rear end that was so astonishing, for their aunt had pulled apart the lips so close to her mouth and was diving her tongue in and out of her sister's vulva. As they watched, stunned and feeling themselves become aroused, they saw Beth put her mouth over all that exposed area and suck as though it was a lollipop.
They heard their mother shriek, saw her lift her head and say in a strange and gutteral voice, "More, More. Fuck me. Suck me. Make me come. Ah, Ah....", and saw Beth do that while her index finger raced over a spot at the top of the apex.
It was too much for Jas, who flopped onto her back on the couch and motioned her sister to mirror what they were witnessing. Ang needed no more prompting, for she turned herself around and almost fell onto her sister. As Jas felt her sister's lips on hers she couldn't help moaning in pleasure, but just as quickly parted Ang's labia and inserted her tongue into the moist pinkness, then making a rapid piston motion with it, marvelling at the heat and exotic flavour she found.
The cries from the centre of the room had grown in volume, and they could hear her mother shouting, "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes. I'm coming. Yessss.... Yesssss...."
Jas could also feel her sister begin to suck on her vagina, and the electric shocks this time were like 200 volts racing through her body. She felt herself begin to tremble, and had to give up sucking on her sister's cunt as she had no will left. The sucking went on, non-stop; she felt her torso lifted off the couch and then an incredible, white hot lance shot up her spine and into her brain as Ang lightly and quickly massaged her clitoris. She felt herself lose all control and began to scream herself, "yes, yes, yes," and then to her amazement added, "fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop. I can feel... I can...I'm coming. Oh yes. Ah, ah, ah, ahhh......" and her voice got higher and higher until it was out of range. Even when her heart had slowed enough for her to breathe again she knew she was trembling so much that the couch was shaking, that the room, the world had gone somewhere unknown, and that she could never ever feel the same again.
Then she felt her sister's lips on her own, her mother's hand on her stomach, her aunt's hands stroking her hair, and she opened her eyes. "Ohhh....." she breathed. Three smiling faces looked down at her with absolute love and joy. "Oh, my.... This has to be heaven," she gasped. "I'm tingling all over. It's the most wonderful sensation... Oh... Angela... I love you..." and she began to weep. It was the only way she could express the inexpressible.
After about five minutes she was able to take in her surroundings once more, and saw that everyone else were still smiling down at her with tear-filled red eyes; Angela was wiping her nose with the edge of the towel, and that the air betweem them was so charged with love that it crackled.
"My wonderful baby," whispered her mother.
"Welcome to Ali Baba's treasure, " said Beth.
"My sister. My lover. Forever and ever." Angelas' kiss was as tender as a kiss can ever get. The love in her eyes was so solid Jas knew it could never be broken. And it felt so right, so decent, so normal to love your sister like that. No one could ever call it wrong. She wouldn't let them.
Finally she sat up and looked from one to another. "Um... was that an orgasm?", she asked innocently.
They began to giggle, but could not contain that and burst out lughing. Her mother collapsed on the floor, gurgling "was that an orgasm? Was that an... oh shit... was that..."
"I think it must have been," said Angela, which sent the adults into more fits of mirth.
"Honey, that was the peak of orgasm. The blue ribbon. The Academy award. But, you my lovely, are going to have to prove you can return the favour to claim top honours." Beth was still chuckling, but serious at the same time. "So, when you've got your breath back, you have a choice." Jas looked up with a frown, so she went on, "You've had yours, but your sister hasn't. Your mum's had hers, but I haven't. So, who are you going to choose?"
She was about to say 'Angela, of course,' but the thought came that it might be uncaring to say so quickly. "Um," she extemporised, "would you mind if I do Angela? Perhaps you and I...."
".... Sure, honey, just teasing. Your mum's going to do me, and who knows what might happen later? And, by the way, it's not hard for you to come together. Just a bit of practice. And probably a bit more privacy. So there's less distractions."
But somehow it seemed different, now. It had been so spontaneous, so unplanned that it had just happened, but now it seemed planned, as though it was a duty or something. "Um..." said Jasmine to her sister, "would you..."
But, whether their mother sensed the problem or not, she cut in with, "Hey, how about a drink and a biscuit or something first? I certainly need a breather."
They eagerly accepted the suggestion, and were surprised to see the clock in the kitchen read 11.46.
"We've been at it two hours?" asked Ang with a frown. "Gee, it didn't seem that long. Twenty minutes, maybe, but...'
"Time goes faster when you're having fun," responded Beth with a grin.
After a while, Angela asked, "Mum, how many orgasms can you have?"
"Eh?" asked her mother. "How many? You mean in a day?"
She just shrugged her shoulders.
"I've had ten," Beth said, "and sometimes you have more than one at a time. Like now, and almost straight away again, but boy, is that exhausting. Oh my, it's pretty damn wonderful too."
"Like you were counting?", aksed her sister sarcastically.
"Well," Ang went on, " I really wondered if there was a limit. You know, you're allotted so many, same at you're allotted eggs when you're born."
"No way," her mother replied. "you have as many as you want. Or sometimes can stand. There was one time I had so many orgasms, and I was so weak I couldn't walk, and had to get someone to pick you up from kinder. But sure, I'm a one a day girl now, maybe two when your father's home."
The two girls looked at each other, small smiles playing at the corners of their mouths. They both nodded their heads at the same time. Good news.
They were still naked, but the day had warmed up and no one thought of a covering. Angela got up and went to where her sister was sitting, whispered something in her ear, grinned and took her hand as she stood up. They walked out of the room and headed up the hallway, the two women shaking their heads in admiration at their lack of inhibition, their slim, supple physique, their truly erotic looks and colouring, and the memories they evoked.
"Were we as sassy as that?" asked Beth.
"Don't remember," responded her sister. "I only remember that you were 10 and I was 13, and we used to creep into each other's bed when everyone was asleep. We sure could not have done that," indicating the departing girls, "without being put in an orphanage or something. It still puzzles me that were never caught, but thank God... here we are, 30 years later, and I still can't do without you at my side, in my life, in my bed, and in my arms. It's funny, isn't it, that there doesn't seem to be many pairs of sisters that truly love each other to the virtual exclusion of all others."
"It has to be genetic. Twins bond this way, don't they? But I don't care what it is. Let's get back to fulfilling our destinies. Come on, come and make love to me, darling, lovely, divine big sister.'
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