From: elle2000@delphi.com
Subject: Angela, Heather, Kristen - fff/incest
Date: Thu, 19 Jan 95 19:37:27 -0500
Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice)

Angela, Heather, and Kristen (f/f/f; mother/daughters)

Heather & Kristen

Heather and Kristen were sisters. They tried to stay very close,
throughout the years they were growing up in their parents'
house. Although they were only 4 years apart, no two sisters were
the best of friends.

They never really thought of being jealous of each other over the
years. The typical fights were over small, idiotic things. This
was something their mother Angela prided herself on. They were
all pretty close knit in the house, especially when Angela's
husband left them alone when Heather was only 17, and Kristen 14.
Those were hard times, but they survived together somehow.

Now, it's 1992. Heather has just turned 20, and Kristen, of
course, turned 18. For Kristen, these are the hardest times when
it comes to being a teen-ager. Questions answered always come
from her sister, who works with her mother to make ends meet. So,
when she is home, they do talk about the secretive things that
sisters discuss. But, nowadays, she finds herself wondering about
what to do in life, boys turning to men, and the end of high
school impending in just one year.

On Friday nights, Kristen was home before the two working ladies
arrived at around 7. Heather and her mother worked at a supply
company, completing orders for the front store. They liked it
there, due to the old man who owned it. They could work very
independently, filling orders for the man up front, and that kept
him happy. The mutual understanding between Heather and her
mother was at work, they worked. Rarely any mother/daughter
banter..that was to be left at home.

When they arrived, Kristen was in the kitchen watching HBO.
They look exhausted, but strangely enough, they still retained
their beauty that this family's women were so luckily blessed
with. Clearly, they all look like Angela. She was 40 years old,
but you could swear she was 30. She possessed blonde hair, which
she passed on to her daughters. Many have told her she look a bit
like Susan Sarandon. Angela never really became heavy after
having kids, she tried to keep herself in shape for her husband.
After he left, it was just a matter of stamina, and she worked
out every night.

Walking in, Kristen noticed in the back of her mind that her
mother was slightly taller than Heather. Kristen always felt good
that she was attractive with them, as not to be the black sheep
of the family. But she notice their attractiveness, and thought
how hard it must be to stay that way even after a long day at
work.

Wearily, the tow plopped down at the kitchen table. Kristen could
see how tired they were. "How was it today?", she asked.

"Been better.", Angela said, slightly turning her head. "It was
busy because of the new year. But we managed."

Heather exclaims, "You'd think it would be cold in that warehouse
with the fans and all. But it was hotter than hell. We couldn't
take it. I was sweating. Mom was sweating. I wish I couldv'e
taken my shirt off!"

Kristen smiled. "That would have given old man Jerry something to
see...!"

Angela stood up and stretched high. "Now, you know I hate it when
you call Jerry that." Pausing, and smiling, "It's true, but I
hate it. Okay girls, I'm off to my room to do my Jane Fonda.
Kris, I know you have some homework to do..."

"Oh,okay...you're the boss round here," and the TV went off.

***

Heather and Kristen have been sharing a room all their lives. It
was a floral motif, with yellow furniture from their childhood
days. They shared a bunk bed, Kristen always residing on the top.
Angela had always said they'd move to someplace bigger, but the
money situation simply didn't warrant it.

It was around 8:30, and everyone had begun to relax, and think
about the weekend. The two girls quietly kept to themselves, on
their respective bunks. Kristen just finished a rough chapter of
English, and was now homework free for the weekend. She stuck her
head over the side to say something to her sister when she was
startled by something she noticed.

Heather was laying on her bed, reading a book. Lying front down,
her straight blonde hair went squarely down the back of her grey
sweatshirt. Where that sweatshirt stopped, a black pair of
spandex began, and proceeded down the length of her body. Kristen
watched her unnoticed for many long minutes, and startled herself
with the realization that her sister was attractive. Not the
attractive that they've always expressed when the other did their
makeup just right, or one bought a cute outfit. She was looking
at her sister's physical being, and found her to be attractive.

Her eyes went down the length of Heather's golden hair. How soft
it must be, she thought. The sweatshirt, although baggy, hugged
Heather's body at the waist. The black spandex created a
beautiful silohette around her buttocks, making it almost
perfectly round on each side. Kristen could see her muscles move,
whenever Heather would move so slightly. From there, her eyes
traced her sister's legs, so slender and so strong under the
spandex, right down to her feet.

Kristen began to fluster, but could not help becoming aroused.
Sexuality was of not one of her more important worries, but could
not ignore the wetness that was being absorbed by her lace
panties, under her jeans. She mostly concentrated on school, and
rarely felt this way. It happened once, on a date, when she
noticed the boy's penis pushing through his shorts. But this was
different.

She couldn't look any longer because the embarrassment and the
feeling between her legs became unbearable. She hopped down off
the bed, and quietly left the room. Heather said nothing, and
continued to read.

Out in the hallway, she was a mess. Kristen could feel her heart
pounding, and her ears ringing. Her breathing was almost hard, as
she tried to get the picture of her sister's body out of her
mind. This was something they made fun of the women gym teachers
for, and she never conceived she would look at another female
like that, especially her own sister. This must be wrong, she
persistently thought, and she must get rid of this twinging
between her legs.

She ran to the bathroom across the hall, and flung the door open.
Opening the bottom medicine cabinet, she was frantically
searching for a douche of any kind. That's when she heard,
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Jumping a bit, she quickly looked up to find her mother in the
bathtub, neck high in bubbles. This too, was something she rarely
seen, and never under these circumstances. She stuttered,"O..Oh,
yeah," half smiling, "just making sure I have deodorant for
tomorrow."

Angela, pushing her pulled up hair from her face, sank deeper
into her warm bubbles. "Well, if you're going to look, shut the
door. It's freezing out there." She then took the Dove bar, and
soaped her arm.

Kristen's mind whirled. She didn't want to let on something was
wrong, this she wanted to keep to herself. To put on a good
front, she shut the door, knelt down to look further, but only
knocking down things, in the cabinet, in the process. From her
right ear, Kristen heard," My, you're a wreck. Come here,..are
you sick?"

Obediently, Kristen walked tubside, and sat down on the edge.
Angela raised a wet hand from the water, and brushed back her
daughter's blonde hair. She asks, "What's wrong. School?"

Kristen wanted to run. She noticed her mother's beautiful, yet
concerned face, and the soapy bubbles sliding slowly down her
neck. She unintentionally memorized the sight of her mother's
large breasts, jutting from the bubbles like two round islands.
The glistening wetness across her breasts, and the stiffness of
her brown nipples only increased Kristen's anxiety. Her eyes
quickly, but it felt like a million years, traveled down her
mother's body. Through the murky, bubbly water, she could see
Angela's naked waist, leading to the golden hairs above her
opening. Kristen fleetingly looked to her right side, noticing
her mother's shapely leg arched out of the water, and the bubbles
going down all sides of it.

Angela was using her sixth sense and perceived her daughter's
uneasiness of seeing her mother nude. She smiled, and brushed
back Kristen's hair again. "Honey," she said reassuringly,
"you've seen me naked many times." Then, it dawned on Angela that
Kristen probably is learning about men and women are her own. She
silently cursed herself for not being home for her daughter, and
leaving Kristen to discover her own sexuality in the classroom
lectures.

Kristen did not know what to say, and couldn't. Her mother had
caught her looking, and there was no way she could back out. She
seemed scared and Angela felt it. She knew her daughter must
discover her own sexuality, or she will be vulnerable in a very
cruel world. She thought that maybe she can ease Kristen's fears
by sharing a common trait, or bond, between women. To show that
becoming an adult is okay.

Angela then looked at her breasts, and then looked toward
Kristen's, outlined by her flowery sweater. She then said " You
know, your breasts are the same size when I was your age. As you
get older, and have children, they'll get bigger."

Kristen, although a bit surprised, felt some tension go way. Her
mother had understood her uneasiness, and suddenly she felt safe.
Kristen looked down at her own budding chest, pushed out, and
said," Do you think so?" Looking back at her mother's wet
breasts, as if it was the right thing to do.

To make her point, and not really thinking about it, Angela moved
her hand from Kristen's hair, down the neck of her sweater, and
cupped Kristen's left breast. Angela said, "Hmm. I think so."
Kristen felt a tingle bolt between her legs, but this time closed
her eyes. Angela, realizing that maybe that touching her own
daughter's breast isn't the best thing to do, went to pull her
hand off Kristen's young breast, but then could not ignore the
itchy sensation developing between her own legs, below the warm
water.

Angela moved her hand around Kristen's breast, in a massaging
motion. Kristen, on another planet, kept her eyes closed while
she floated in this new feeling. Angela whispered, " Boys will
touch you here, honey. Does it feel good?" Kristen, now sailing
with the winds, pushed her mother's hand harder on to her breast.
Angela, now knowing she was over the boundaries, did not pull
away. She closed her eyes, and deftly felt Kristen's softness
under her fingertips. Her legs spread slightly, and felt the warm
water caress her as it rushed it. Kristen whispered, "Yes."

They both opened their eyes at the same time. Angela felt her
daughter release the gentle grip on her hand, and pulled away.
For a short eternity, they merely looked at each other. Angela
was thinking she can't believe that she just fondled her own
daughter. That was something people go to jail for...it was
incest! Another part of her mind was reasoning that maybe she
respond to her daughter's need. Wasn't that a mother's duty, no
matter what? She could not ignore the fact that she was
incredibly turned on but the warm, smooth, and soft treasure her
palm was against. So, that's what it feels like.

Almost echoing her mother's thoughts, and interrupting them,
Kristen nervously said, "C..Can I touch yours?" Kristen was dying
of anticipation, her innermost thoughts taking full command of
her sexuality.

Angela paused for a second, and unconsciously pulled herself to
an upright sitting position in the tub. Kristen found her mother
to be even more beautiful than before. From the neck down,
Angela's wet skin glistened.  Some hair from her bun was wetly
strewn about her shoulders. Kristen's eyes looked at her breasts.
They were much bigger and fuller than her own. They didn't sag,
but seemed heavy due to their largeness. Angela's large, brown
areolas centered her stiff nipples. Small bodies of suds slowly
drifted down Angela's neck, into the valley between her chest,
and down into the water. She silently looked at her daughter's
innocent face, waiting for Kristen to touch her.

She was almost shaking when she put her hands slowly forward, and
sat closer to her mother as her hands made contact. Her palms
touched her mother's nipples, as her fingertips felt the soft
heaviness at the sides. Her hands became lubricated as she moved
them around toward the front of Angela's breasts, supporting
their weight, and absorbing their warmth. Kristen studied her own
motions, coupled by her movements, with great intensity. Angela
watched her daughter's hands massage her wet breasts, and then
her daughter's face that was filled with wonderment. She was
feeling her mother's fullness for the first time, and began to
feel from the outside peering in, what it was to be a woman.

Kristen began to feel more at ease, while her temperature rose
between her legs. By now, her panties were soaked as she has
never known them to be. Her thumbs ran back and forth over
Angela's nipples, while her palms held the weight of her breasts.
She cupped them, and came up and around in a heart shape until
her fingertips met. Finally, hands wet, she pulled away slowly
and grinned, as she wiped her hands on her sweats.

"Your's feel so..full. Soft. Heavy, and warm." she said.

Angela grinned. "That's how they're supposed to feel.", and
patted Kristen's hand. She looked at Kristen. "This is our little
secret. Mother/daughter thing. Now, let me finish up here. Go
finish your homework, and get ready for bed."

"I..already finished." Kristen said, a little sad that the moment
ended. But she stood to leave. Stopping, she looked at her mother
who was still sitting."Mom...did you feel anything when you
touched me?"

Angela knew she was in a spot. But her vagina was aching from the
experience. All she could say was," Get going..we'll talk
later.", hoping to drop the subject.

Kristen turned and left the bathroom.

***

Heather could not figure out what her sister's problem was.
Kristen had come back to the room with this weird dreamy look on
her face. Heather had looked up from what she was reading and
asked her what was wrong. This was typical for Heather to always
protect her little sister. But Kristen said nothing, as if she
didn't hear Heather, and silently climbed on to her bunk bed.
Heather was surprised. The first thought that crossed her mind
was that Kristen was into drugs, or something.

But when she stood up, and saw Kristen lying on her bed looking
straight up, Heather knew she was just troubled about something.
Probably a guy at school, she thought. "You okay? Want to talk
about it?", Heather asked gently.

Kristen looked over and smiled slightly. "No...no. Maybe later."

Heather knew to lay off. "Hokay." She put her hand on Kristen's
arm. "I'm here anytime you need me." She then went back to her
bed and her reading.

Kristen stared at the ceiling. She could not look at Heather the
same way. The whole ten seconds Heather stood there Kristen
traced every inch of her body with her new found awareness. The
touch of her hand gave her shivers, and she suddenly began to
imagine Heather stripping. Not the way she normally changes
clothes, but really stripping, while Kristen watches her from a
chair. Then there was their mother, reaching from behind to pull
up Kristen's shirt and fondling her naked breasts. As is the
reality, Kristen pushed her hands harder on her chest, as Angela
began to nuzzle her daughter's neck. Kristen could feel the
sensations build as she watches Heather remove her bra like a
pro, and she sensually danced around on a stage.

That's when she jumped awake to find the room unexplainably dark.
She instinctively look at the clock: 3:45 AM. She had fallen
asleep on her bunk. In the darkness, she could hear Heather
breathing in her deep sleep.

***

Angela could not sleep. The events of the evening kept running
through her head. So many thoughts...so many tangents kept her
occupied as she lie there.

"Was it right to touch my own daughter that way? Maybe she's more
confused then before. Then I let her fondle me...she wanted to!
Is she a lesbian? Am...I a lesbian? Or bi-sexual? It can't be,
but who cares if it is? I've gone through life trying to find the
perfect man, and wound up wasting a good many years with a real
bastard. Why can't I do what I want?"

"Because you're not supposed to feel your daughter's tits, and
she's not supposed to feel yours. But why not? I felt much closer
to her than ever why she was touching me...and I know we were
communicating on a level rarely reached by any mother or
daughter. And god, she did feel good. I know she's just 18, and
innocent, but her body is turning into a real woman's. Maybe at
this point I'm not ashamed to say that my 18 year old daughter
turned me on, and I turned her on. I....wanted her to kiss me. I
would have let her. I imagined taking her in my arms right here,
and letting her suckle one of my breasts, as she did when she was
a baby. Just letting her lay back and let her mother take care of
her."

Some points during the night, Angela could not believe what she
was thinking.  At others, she was wondering how Kristen was
feeling. Angela loved her daughters. There was no question of
that. She was wondering, if this was the right way to do so.


In her room, Kristen was now wide awake. She tormented herself
with the images of her friends calling her dyke, and never
speaking to her again. But she couldn't remove the beautiful
image of her nude mother from her mind. And of Heather: Kristen
was wondering what it would be like to sleep next to Heather. To
hold her all night and wake up next to her. To make love to her,
and at the same time wondering if this was normal. But her
curiosity was getting too big...too much.

Sliding her body off the bed, and landing very deftly, Kristen
went to change out of the sweats she had fallen asleep in.
Heather stirred, but remained in her sleep. Kristen went to the
dresser and took off her sweat shirt. She reached behind and
unsnapped her Victoria's Secret 36A bra. She stopped and cupped
her own petite breasts, running her fingertips over her pink
nipples. "You know, your breasts are the same size as mine when I
was your age. They'll get bigger.", she could hear her Mom say.
She hoped her mother would have touched her breasts under her
shirt, rather than on top of it.

Her fingers slipped down her sides, and slipped off her sweat
pants. She then took off her lace panties, which had been soaked
all night from everything that happened, and stood there nude in
the dark room, and moved to the full length mirror on their
closet door, to see herself.

Her wavy, blonde hair touched her shoulders. In the darkness, she
could see her budding bosoms. They were rounding out, and
becoming heavier, testimony given by her own hands. Kristen also
observed the bush of hair between her legs. She liked the fact
she had blonde hair there, while other girls had black. She posed
in front of the mirror, putting her leg forward, and cocking her
head as if in a photo shoot. Kristen admired her own legs, as she
bent them forward, and boys have always commented on them at the
beach. The tan lines from her bikini outlined her breasts, and
pelvic area. She read in Cosmo that it was considered sexy. She
turned around and looked at her rounded buttocks. She put both
her hands on the cheeks of her buttocks, and ran then down the
back of her thighs. She thought about how smooth her skin was,
and how her mother might like it.

She turned and looked at Heather sleeping, who had practically
kicked off the covers in her sleep, as she normally does. Kristen
took two paces forward, until she was bedside. She crouched down,
and could feel the air rush through the warmth between her legs.
She studied her sister, this time with a little less fright. Even
asleep, Heather's face was beautiful. With the same blonde,
angelic hair touching her shoulders, her was a thing of beauty.
That complimented Kristen's thoughts on how Heather never had a
problem getting a date.

Heather was wearing a white men's tank undershirt, formerly her
fathers, and a wisp of satin underpants. She lay on her side, and
one long leg over. Kristen could clearly she the defines of the
curves of her sister in the dark. Kristen's fingers began to
trace her own inner thighs, as she looked at the two round forms
that were her sister's breasts. Heather's nipples were pointing
through the gauzy fabric, and in her sleep, the undershirt was
pulled up slightly, so that Kristen could see the white tan line,
of the underside of Heather's breast.

Her hands began to massage the outside of her labia, sending the
aroma of her femininity to the air around her. She wanted to
touch Heather so badly...like the way she touched her mother only
hours before. Her breath was quickening as she imagined her naked
body atop heather, kissing her square on the lips. She could
almost feel Heather's hands squeezing her ass, as their long legs
intertwined, Kristen's naked mound rubbing against Heather's
panties. In her dreams, she pushed herself up, as Heather took a
breast in her mouth and began to fondle the other. The moaning in
her head was unbearable, and Kristen plunged two fingers inside
her pussy. With each in and out motion, she could feel the hot
wetness on her fingers, and the scent that filled the air.

Kristen fell back on the carpet, not caring if Heather was
watching or not. Her fantasy raced through her mind, picturing
Heather nude on top of her, with both their hands exploring each
other's wetness. Kristen squeezed her own breasts, and swore if
she didn't come right now, she would get on top of Heather and
beg her to make love to her. In all her wild passion and ecstasy,
she did come, feeling her inner walls swell about her fingers
deep inside her own. She felt all her nerves stand, and fall.
Then she lay there, her fingers still inside her.

Reality check. She sat up quickly. Heather was still sleeping.
Good. Kristen decided she would sleep nude tonight. She had
masturbated before, but never with such intensity, or bravery to
do it in front of her sister. When she crawled in to her own bed,
she could still feel her vagina tingling, but she was relived she
was able to let loose some of the sexual tension built up from
this incredible night. She fell asleep, dreaming of Heather and
her mother; all three holding each other in bed until the
morning.

Below, Heather's eyes were open, amazed at what she just saw. She
had never seen a woman do that before, let alone her own sister.
She thought she was right to feign sleep, and imagined the entire
scene over and over. She was masturbating in front of me, as if
it was for me, she thought. She then wondered where all this was
going to lead to.

                               ***

The Saturday morning sun had crept over the horizon and was
filtering through Angela's window, but she was already up. In
fact, she barely slept with all that happened the day before.

She was standing there in front of her full length mirror,
wondering about her self worth. Mentally: She peered into her own
eyes and saw a 40 year old woman who thought she saw it all. She
had been daring in her younger days, but never to yesterday's
extent. Perhaps it was another challenge life presented to her
with a platter full of options. Oh, the younger days in
school...she looked alot like Heather.....Physically: Angela
stood there in her white, gauzy nightgown. Her bare upper neck
gave way to the fabric, where below she saw the outlines of her
breasts, testimony given by her dark nipples. Further down yet,
her lean stomach introduced the white bikini panties she was
wearing. That's where the gauzy fabric ended, and her legs began.

She stopped, tilted her head, and bent her left leg. They still
looked good. She turned it forward, looking at her feet and
following the curves up to her panties. She thought about how
good she looks in a bikini. She thought of Kristen and smiled.
She thought it was time to show off those legs.

***

Heather woke up to the smell of waffles. Somebody downstairs was
cooking. The sunlight that gleaned through the Venetian blinds
helped to burn away the sleepy fogginess in her head. Propping
herself on an elbow, she peered across to the digital clock that
said 10:30 in red numbers. She sat up, paused for a second, and
stood up at the beckoning of the smell of food.

She turned to the top bunk to see if Kristen was still asleep.
Indeed she was, but with half the covers off of her. This
wouldn't of bothered Heather if her younger sister was wearing
clothes. But there was her 18 year old sister, nude under the
covers, only covering her bottom half. That's when she remembered
what Kristen had done last night and chuckled. She figured it was
that age. Oh well,..time to wake her up...as only a sister can.

She quietly darted to the bathroom, clad in her undershirt and
panties. Getting a small Dixie cup full of cold water, she went
back into the bedroom, where Kristen was sleeping on her side.
heather took the cup, and with a giggle, poured a steady stream
of cold water down Kristen's breasts. She awoke with a yelp.

Jumping up, "What the hell...are you doing?!", as Heather fell
back laughing uncontrollably.

"Thanks alot..", said Kristen sleepily and sitting up, "..now my
bed's wet."

"Thanks okay. We'll just tell Mom you wet yourself!", Heather
said while laughing.

Kristen smiled, looked down at her wet upper torso, and gave a
side grin. She noticed her nipples getting erect from the cold
air. Heather unconsciously looked as well, but turned and threw
her sister a blue towel. "C'mon," she said, "Mom's cooking.", and
left the room.

Alone on the top bunk, Kristen dried herself off, and carefully
cupped each breast with the towel. She dreamed of the spectacular
events the day before. She looked down and parted her legs
slight. Her pink labia was protruding out from her hair, and she
began to smell her own scent. She was about to touch her clitoris
with her forefinger when Heather called her from the stairs. She
shrugged, and said mentally, "I'll do that later."

***

Breakfast was pretty much prepared when Angela's two girls came
bounding down the stairs. They stopped in the entrance of the
kitchen for a second to see Angela's back to them, she was
reaching up for a platter. Her white gauzy nightgown rode up,
revealing her the back side of her shimmering panties. Kristen
swallowed a lump at the sight.

Heather whistled. "Nice show, Mom!"

Angela turned and smiled. "Just in time, you guys. Breakfast'll
be ready in a second."

They walked by her. Heather yawned out loud. Kristen, on the
other hand, could not ignore the side view of her mother's full
breasts through the white gauzy material. She realized that since
her mother normally wore a robe in the morning, that this was for
her benefit.

The girls sat down, Heather in her undershirt and shorts, and
Kristen in a blue t-shirt, and sweats. Heather suddenly inquired,
"What's with all the nudity in this house this morning?" Kristen
whirled, suddenly fearful that Heather observed her little scene
in their dark bedroom.

Angela asked, still preparing the morning's meal, "Well, what do
you mean?"

"Well, you're standing there, and I can clearly see through your
nightgown, and Kris here slept in the buff last night."

Angela gave a sly grin while still maneuvering he waffles with a
steel spatula. "Did she..well, it was hot last night."

Kristen stammered, to end this dangerous conversation, "Yeah...I
couldn't stop sweating."

"I dunno. Seemed fine to me. Maybe we should turn the AC up",
mentioned Heather.

Angela walked across the floor, carrying the two plates, and set
them down in front of her daughters. She purposefully bent over
slightly, to let the v-neck hang, and see who was to peer down
her nightgown. As expected Kris did. She watched Angela's breasts
wobble a bit in movement, and became flustered. Angela walso
caought Heather looking in the corner of her eye.  Not looking at
either, she said," Probably. I always forget to take care of that
when we get home." She then sat back in an adjoining wooden
chair, next to Heather. Heather began to dig in, as well did
Kristen, but slower to look up periodically at her peering
mother.

It was silent for a second, except for the sounds of food
crunching, and the clanking of silverware. Then Angela turned to
Heather, "What's on the agenda for today?"

With half a mouth full, "Not too sure. None of my friends called,
so I was going to just hang and watch some TV. Maybe go to the
mall." Angela looked at Kristen. "What about you, honey?"

Just looking up, Kristen carefully muttered, "Nothing. Why?"

"Well", said Angela as of matter of factly, "today's supposed to
be gorgeous. In the 80's. We should do the girl thing today,
since we have no friends. Let's hit the mall, and tonight how
bout a camp out in the backyard?"

Heather looked up and beamed. "COOL! Can we have beer, or
something? It is the girl's night out, and since Kris can't get
in to a bar or anything..."

Angela laughed. "Okay...okay. But don't tell anyone your mother
is an alcoholic..!"

Kristen looked at her mother's body through the gauzy material,
and suddenly her young body went hot.

***
Anyone can have a fun time at the mall, providing they put their
mind to it. That's exactly was the three did. They all went to
the Christiana Mall around three. They liked to work the mall, as
they put it. Starting with JCPenneys, and work the way down.

Of course, the primary purchase interest was clothes. Heather
just loved shopping, almost to an addictive point. Kristen and
Angela kept pace with here, though. The whole time they were
going rack to rack to rack, Kristen was dreaming and forecasting
the night ahead. She thought of her mother, all too many times,
naked. Then Heather. Then herself. All three of them, in that
white tent still rolled up in the garage, totally nude. She knew
and felt Angela was up to something in a very devilish, and
flirtatious way. It became self-evident, at least to Kristen,
when they went into Victoria's Secret.

"Oh, my. I can be in this place for hours", Angela said dreamily.

"Oh, I know...", exclaimed Heather,"...and they're sooo
expensive." She shuffles her bags. "This will be the last place
I'm buying something. I am too broke."

Angela looked at her sternly. "Watch what you do with that credit
card, young lady. I'm not paying it."

Heather huffed. "Don't worry, Mom...that's why I'm working. Let's
look around."

Together, all three perused the world of exotic lingerie. The
entire place was in an old woodworked style, and the smell of
spring potpourri filled the air. They frowned at the "old lady"
styles, and giggled at the risque. Eventually, they all split in
several directions. One minute quickly drained into a half hour.
That's when Heather saw Kristen at the counter, taking a bag and
finishing a purchase.

With a few hangers in her hand, she quickly sprinted to Kristen."
Heyy..whadja get?"

Kristen blushed a little. "Well, I don't normally buy this stuff.
I'll show you later."

Heather laughed. "You better." And turned to finish shopping.

Kristen knew she may show them all tonight.

***
They ventured out in to the woods behind their house that
evening. Kristen carried the somewhat dirty white tent, Heather
took the sleeping bags, while Angela took the provisions. They
ventured far enough where they could still barely make out the
house in the orange sunset. The sun was going down, and they
wanted to get set up before dark.

Heather and Kristen knew the terrain well, for they used to play
and tell secrets behind those very trees. It was solitude that
only few knew of, one being their mother. They led to a small
clearing surrounded by proud oaks and birches, and put down the
gear.

Kristen declared, "I'll make the fireplace!", and began to gather
stones. Heather set up her radio/cassette player for some
background noise as her and her mother set up the tent.

As the sun finally gave way to the impending star glittered
darkness, Kristen had already had the round stone fireplace built
and kindling already lit and snapping. Heather and her mother set
up the tent, after several attempts which left them laughing
hysterically, and were rolling out the sleeping bags inside.

When Kristen had returned with her fifth armful of firewood,
Heather and Angela were sitting on a log, drinking cold Coors,
and roasting marshmallows. They looked up when she approached,
and dropped the wood.

"Hey..no fair. I'm busting my hump in the wild out there and you
two have started."

Angela grinned. "Honey, you're done. We have enough wood to build
a house. Here...don't tell anyone..", and handed her youngest a
cold bottle.

Kristen smiled, and sat on an opposite log, and said "....yeah!",
and took a sip.

For moments, it was quiet except for the sounds of the night
birds, and the trees rustling. They all looked to the stars
peeking between the high branches, taking in the light breeze and
feeling as if they were the last people on earth.

Kristen looked at both of them, looking up. She was a bit
anxious, only trying to predict what might happen when she gets a
little too drunk to keep her mouth shut. She looked at her
mother, in her grey sweatshirt, and grey shorts. The orange
firelight accented her wavy blonde hair, and she looked years
younger. Kristen's eyes gleaned at her crossed legs, noticing
every curve. She then looked at Heather, who was a mere younger
version of Angela, and traced the outlines of her bra, though her
white t-shirt, in the orange hue of the fire. Heather wore red
shorts, which were high on her propped up legs. As the alcohol
began to take her mind swimming on her third beer, she began to
feel light...that anything they did to her would be okay. And
anything she did to them would be like throwing gasoline on her
already searing heartbeat. That's when Angela glanced her, and
Kristen quickly looked away.

The night drew on, time lost all meaning. Beers were disappearing
as slurred words told stories of the past family. Angela spoke of
their father, sometimes with a tear attached. Other times they
laughed about who farted the loudest.

Standing up, and almost falling backward in stupor, Heather
declared with a drunken finger, "I must pee....!"

"Well, go 'head", said Angela, "ther's a bush there an' there an'
there.."

Heather lazily looked around at the dark woods. "I'm not goin in
there..it's too dark. I can't."

"Oh, gowan...your sister will go with you. Go, Kris...your older
sister has to pee...go protect her from the lionsh, tigersh,
and...(belch)..bearsh."

Almost falling backwards herself, Kristen stood up, dropping her
empty bottle. "Okay, MOM." She grabbed Heather's hand, jerking
her in to the woods. "Let's go, stupid.", and they both laughed
as they staggered in to the darkness of the forest.

Still holding hands, surprisingly strong for two drunk young
women, they walked further and further until the campfire was a
small blur. Heather fell back against a big tree, laughing hard.
"Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod,..my head is spinning!!", she laughed. "I
gotta pee...I'm gonna fall down...Kris, help...", and she held to
the sides of the tree with the back of her arms.

Kristen looked at her sister, who almost looked crucified to the
tree in the moonlight. "Help..?" , she stammered. She had a
feeling this was it.

"Yeah...", Heather was now slurring and holding on to the tree.
"If I don't get my shorts off, I'll pee myself."

Sweat came to Kristen's forehead and brought about some sobering
reality. Deftly, she knelt down in front of her sister, who
leaned with her back against the bent tree. She gripped the
sides of Heather dark shorts, applying a little arm strength to
pull Heather's body from the tree just a little, and began to
take down her sister's shorts. Kristen found it difficult not to
breathe hard as the back of her fingertips ran down her Heather's
soft legs as she pulled down the material.

"Hurry...", Heather breathed, as her shoes were removed to slip
the shorts off. In her fogginess, she could feel the leaves under
her bare feet and the light wind brush by her thighs.

Kristen discarded the shorts quickly, her heart pounding. She
gripped the side waistbands of Heather's flimsy panties. Her
fingertips touched the beginnings of Heather's soft buttocks, and
gently (and involuntarily) pulled down her sister's satin
underwear. And in that moment, Kristen was face to face, saw it
in the darkness, and could smell the scent of Heather's
womanhood.

Kristen was still a bit foggy, but knew what she had...and
wanted, to do. "Kneel down, Heath. I'll hold you up, so you won't
pee yourself."

All Heather could do was slide her back down the smooth trunk of
the big tree, and support herself on her heels. Kristen could
smell even more of her scent because her legs were spread. And at
that moment, heather let out a gasp, and a forceful stream of
liquid began to hiss into the ground. Kristen, holding Heather up
by the knees, was fascinated. In the moonlight she could she the
glistening stream coming from Heather's crotch, and ooze in to
the dirt. And as soon as she began, Heather finished. Then she
murmured, and giggled, "I can't...get up."

Kristen was shaking. She responded deftly with her fingertips,
moving her hands up Heather's legs. Heather was quiet, with her
head back, eyes dreamily closed. The smoothness of her legs
excited Kristen, who found her fingertips at Heather's upper
thighs, were her panties should've been. Her hands then moved off
to opposite sides, feeling the roundness of Heather's ass.

Kristen positioned her shaky hands on each buttock cheek. "We'll
get up together, and I'll pull you up. On three." Heather slowly
nodded. "One, two,...THREE." Using their legs to support each
other, the two sisters rose together, Heather with her back to
the tree.

For an eternal moment, they stood there. Heather, now looking
forward wearily, and Kristen looking back with her hands on her
sister's backside. Her hands then released their semi-firm grip.
and moved to her sister's hips. With no explanation, Heather
reached out, and caressed Kristen's hair. Kristen, feeling such
freedom as she's ever known, moved her left hand forward, and ran
her fingers through Heather's pubic hair. Closing her eyes,
Heather gasped.

***
She thought she could drift through space forever. Heather knew
she was drunk, but no care came to mind. She felt delicate
fingers dancing through her pubic hair and parting her moistened
labia. When she opened her eyes, she looked at her beautiful
sister through the darkness, not dark enough to conceal her
hidden passion. For a fleeting moment, Heather knew this was
wrong, but Kristen's fingers were telling wonderful lies. No one
would know. No one. Heather pulled Kristen close and they kissed
passionately. Their tongues intertwined as Heather reached around
Kristen's back and slid her hands down her shorts. The crease of
Kristen's ass was hot and sweaty.

The moistness between Heather's legs became greater as Kristen's
two fingers slide between her labia. The shivering sensations
made Heather's body tingle as she kissed her little sister more
passionately. She pushed Kristen's shorts down as far as they
would go and ran her hands all over her soft ass. It feels
wonderful, Heather's mind fleeted. Just as it always would. Her
hands moved around and touched Kris's soft, virgin hair. Heather
could feel the young, raw heat that emanated. She ran her tongue
down Kristen's neck, causing her to silently gasp. "Heather...",
Kris moaned as she pulled  her sister forward so their wet pubic
areas could touch and share each other's heat

Heather knew what she wanted. She slid her hands up Kristen's
smooth belly. Kristen obliged by removing her T-shirt. Heather
could barely make out Kris's lacy bra in the deep moonlight, but
knew the latch was in the front. With an effortless tug, she
unfastened Kris's bra, and her young breasts bounced free. With
careful fingers, as to absorb every soft sensation, she slid the
straps off Kris's shoulders and let her ears take in the sound of
her bra hitting the dry leaves at their feet. And, for the first
time, Heather cupped both of her sister's breasts, and shuddered.
She closed her eyes and let her fingers send the pictures of
erotic reality to her brain. The soft feel of Kristen's young
breasts, the curves that she could feel under her forefinger on
top, and her thumb that weighed the weight of each, on the
bottom. Her fingertips did an immediate glide across her nipples,
and found them erect. Kristen moaned louder, and more fierce.
They were no longer of this earth.

On instinct, Heather lowered her head and began to suckle
Kristen's breast while fondling the other. Kristen clawed at the
back of Heather's shirt until she found the backsnap for
Heather's bra. Practically it tearing loose, she forcefully
unsnapped it. Heather enjoyed every sensation of her breasts
bouncing free, as the cool air rushed through her shirt. Kris
reached around and under and began to knead Heather's heavier
breasts. Heather stopped, and slowly took off her shirt. The two
sisters were facing each other totally nude, with a passion
unbound. Kristen took Heather's hand and whispered "I want you."
She took two steps back and sat on the ground. She could see the
stars glittering over the treetops, then she saw Heather's face
as she lowered her body on to Kristen. Their warmth melded as
they kissed again, with hands roaming over their flesh.

Kristen parted her shapely legs as Heather ran her fingers over
her pussy. "Put a finger in", Kristen moaned. Heather slowly slid
her forefinger in Kris's slippery vagina, and was in wonder as to
how tight Kris was. Kristen, feeling the waves of pain and
pleasure awash her body, squeezed Heather's breasts, and pushed
them against hers. She rotated her thighs faster and faster to
Heather's beckoning finger, now deep inside her. Finally, almost
to the point that she would scream, Kristen came, and Heather
could feel Kris's insides swell, and release an incredible amount
of juice on to her finger.

Kristen was floating in space. When she opened her eyes an
eternity later, Heather was smiling out her. They both started
laughing and kissed and hugged each other. Then, with a big
smile, Kristen said, "Your turn..."

Heather knew what she wanted. She got up, and leaned forward
against the tree, arms straight. She parted her legs invitingly,
as she offered her sister what she had. Kristen could smell the
sex in the air, as she bent down. Running her hands up and down
Heather's smooth legs, she put her face close to Heather's
shapely ass. Kris used her tongue to massage the outside of
Heather's labia, and for the first time, tasted the love nectar
of another woman. Savoring its sweetness, her tongue became more
aggressive, and began to dart between the lipfolds of Heather's
aching vagina. Heather arched her back, and moaned unintangible
moans. Kristen was aware of what her sister needed, and
forcefully shoved her tongue deep inside Heather's throbbing
hole. The waves of pleasure attacked Heather's body without
mercy. Her nails dug in to the bark of the tree that supported
her. Her naked legs tensed, she knew she couldn't hold out for
very long. Then, as soon as one of Kristen's hands touched her
breast, she exploded, washing her sister's merciless tongue with
her juices. Her heart was pounding, and she breathed heavy.

She turned to Kristen. "God, that was fantastic. I can't believe
how good you made me feel."

"I wanted you so bad", Kristen sighed," I had to have you. I
don't care if it's wrong. You feel so good."

Heather paused, and peered at her sister in the darkness. This
was the person that took her to heights of awareness. If wrong,
so be it. She would not let it go. She said, "I love you Kris."

She wanted to cry. "I love you too, Heather!" They held each
other close, and kissed to commerate their new found intimacy.

***

Angela was very drunk when the two girls got back. And even in
her fogginess, realized that there was something different about
them. They held hands...they gleamed at each other with slight
grins. They couldn't have, she thought...not my daughters...of
course, it didn't stop me from feeling up my little girl, she
thought in a drunken stupor.

Regardless, it was getting late, and the fire was dying. They all
retreated to the safety of the tent. They saw the distant house
lights as they zippered it shut, with only a flashlight to
illuminate the tent. The three sleeping bags were already out,
neatly adjacent to one another. Still reveling from the
experience, Heather knew she wanted to sleep with Kris...but Mom
would find out. Kris reflected her thoughts, but extended them,
adding the memory of her mother touching her breasts, and she
touching hers.

Angela, closing her eyes, lifted her t-shirt off, and let her
beautiful hair fall to her shoulders. She deftly put her hands
behind her back, and unclasped her bra, letting the straps fall
off her shoulders. Her large breasts absorbed the night air, as
she ran her fingers under them, to wipe the summer sweat.

She then noticed it was unusually quiet. She opened her eyes to
discover her daughters staring at her, side by side, with
curiosity. Their mother was never this bold before, and with what
just happened to them in the woods, their juices were flowing
automatically. Angela saw the same look in Kristen's eye as she
did in the bathroom. Heather looked the same...they were staring
at her shapely breasts.

There was a long silence. The alcohol stripped away any
embarrassment that might have been there. Angela grinned at her
gazing daughters, "I used to let you two suckle...that's how they
got this big."

Heather stammered a bit, still buzzed. "Really?  Doesn't that
hurt?"

Angela replied, "No...except when you were teething. I used to
nurse you both all the time. You couldn't get enough, as I
recall. I remember back then..."

Kristen swirled. "I just can't imagine...I mean..." She stopped.

Angela grinned. A little voice told her not to, but a drunken
mind took precedence. "If you try it again, you'll remember..."

Kristen and Heather looked at each other. Unsure, they read each
others eyes, and look at their half-naked mother, and her
bountiful breasts. They were in the woods...no one would know.

They leaned forward together apprehensively, and were on their
knees in a kneeling position. Kristen's lips tremored as she
leaned forward and let her lips touch Angela's warm hard nipple.
She felt the warmness of her mother's breast touch her cheek.
Heather looked at her chosen breast briefly, and closed her eyes.
Her lips too, found the nipple. Both began to suck automatically,
as age-old autoisms kicked in.

Angela's eye closed, and she ran her fingers through her
daughters' hair. The sensation electrified her insides as she
pulled them closer. Heather began to drift way with this wild
sensation. Her touch began darting over Angela's nipple, causing
her to moan quietly. Kris cupped Angela's breast and began to
suck harder. Their slurps could only be heard from within the
tent. Heather could not ignore the eagerness between her legs, as
she sucked harder.

Angela cupped her own breast for Heather, and her other hand
involuntarily went down her own side. Kris opened her eyes and
looked down. Angela's hand was in her own shorts, massaging her
pussy. Still suckling, Kris pulled aside Angela's shorts, and was
given a view of Angela sliding her fingers over her moist and
steamy labia. Kris watched and wanted her.

Angela was moving into ecstasy. She began to massage Heather's
shoulders, and fearlessly began to massage Heather's breasts, for
the first time, through her t-shirt, half noticing she wasn't
wearing a bra. Heather moaned, and began to rub her crotch
through her shorts, and pulled up her shirt to feel her mother's
hand on her naked breasts. Angela felt their warmth and was on
the verge of orgasm. Her fingers touched Heather's nipples, felt
the weight of her young breasts, and softly squeezed them. Angela
plunged two fingers deep inside her hot vagina and moaned loudly.
Kris could feel her mother's shudders while sucking her breast,
causing her to finger her own hard clit.

They all seemed to come together, Angela with her two daughters
licking and sucking her bosoms, Kris with her right hand
massaging her crotch with a passion, and Heather, practically
half naked, with her hand shoved in her own wet box. The tent was
filled with moans of no return and ecstasy. They all seem to rise
together, to swell together. Someone squelched. Someone screamed.
Then finally, it was quiet. They fell against each other in a
sweaty heap.

It was not much longer before all three women were nude. They
quickly cast aside whatever little clothes remained and invited
the summer night air to kiss their eager bodies. Heather was
brave, and put her arms around her mother. Their breasts pressed
together as they engaged in a deep kiss. Kris pressed against her
sister's back, and slid her hands down her sides. She cupped
Heather's buttocks, and kneaded her cheeks.

Angela swallowed in to the embrace of her oldest. Her hands
skillfully fondled Heather's breasts while their hot tongues
danced together. Heather moaned as Kris' fingers probed her
aching pussy, rubbing her labia and a forefinger manipulating her
clitoris. Kris could not help but masturbate, as she watched her
mother and sister kiss passionately, and rub each other's bodies
against each other.

Heather took the imitative. She turned around toward Kris and was
on all fours. With a sixth sense, Kris lay on her back, spreading
her young but shapely legs. Heather peered at the 18 year old's
new womanhood. It was pink, very wet, and she could almost feel
it's hot yearning from the short distance. Her mother's hands
caressed her ass as she lowered her head. Kris threw her head
back as Heather's tongue explored her outer lips...sliding to her
hard clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Heather arched
her back, and moaned as Angela's fingers slid very easily in to
her hot box.
"...yesss....fuck me with your tongue", Kris hissed.

She began to grind her hips, pushing Angela's probing fingers in
deeper. Heather moaned louder, Angela feeling her daughter's
perfect tan legs with one hand, while finger fucking her with the
other. With sexual hunger, Heather sucked the juices from her
sister's vagina. Kris cupped her breasts, and pulled on her
nipples. She was about to come, and pushed Heather's head in
deeper, grinding it between her spread thighs. She watched her
mother behind her sister with ecstasy, studying her breasts, and
her look on wanton lust. Kris came, waves of pleasure assaulting
her senses, and causing her to scream loudly. Hearing her sister
come hard, and tasting her young juices, Heather also came hard,
her inner walls swelling around Angela's fingers, that were deep
inside. And Angela, rubbing her own clit, came when Heather
turned about and sucked her breasts, and Kris stood up, letting
her mother taste her for the first time.

They all made love for the next hours until they were exhausted.
The next morning, they woke up around 9am. In each other's arms,
nude. At first, no one said anything. This was the time that
regrets would fly and promises of secrecy made. But instead, they
all smiled...touched each other, caressed each other. They felt
closer than they ever did, and would not pretend the previous
night never happened. Now, they were one.

***