Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 10:13:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Amy Kuliski <rockprincessc91@yahoo.com>
Subject: life in my sister's arms part 3.

This is a continuation of my past experiences. Once again, there are a few
embellisments, and the na,es have been changed.

Any comments, advice, please direct to
rockprincessc91@yahoo.com.
Enjoy!


Tina and I had been involved sexually for over 8 months. Our sleeping
arrangements while living with our Aunt made the situation controllable for
us, and we slept together every night. Most nights we made love like
lover's who were not related by blood. It seemed sometimes that the only
thing that kept us from our acts of love was our periods, and we'd even
experimented with that a few times.  We would often view our Aunt Sharon's
sexual antics through a gap in our closet wall that led into her closet.
Often, Friday nights were our `voyeur night' as we watched our Aunt
entertain a host of lovers of both sexes.

We had developed a loving relationship that transcended the sex. We
definitely had the physical part in mind when we first became involved, but
there was an emotional attachment that we developed that went beyond
sisters or lovers.

We dated boys from school on a regular basis. We even developed sexual
relations with some of them, but we reserved the tender lovemaking for the
two of us. We felt pangs of jealousy from time to time, but deep down, we
knew our feelings for each other ran deep, and couldn't be ignored.  Tina
was in her junior year of High School, I was a sophomore. She had been
dating an upper classmen for a few weeks, and when it came time to be asked
to the Prom, she was his choice. She accepted.

I felt a little hurt at the prospect. I was jealous, but wanted the
experience for my sister. I didn't want her to miss something like Prom
because I was being jealous. My vindication came three days later when
Tina's boyfriend, Mark, asked if I would meet one of his friends. I
reluctantly agreed.

Jason turned out to be a really nice guy. He wasn't a model, but he was
handsome in a rugged way. He had piercing blue eyes and a shock of dark
hair that fell over his eyes if he didn't keep it pulled back on top. He
was tall, about 6 feet 4 inches tall, and while sturdily built, he was
muscular, and not overweight. What impressed me was his manners and
personality.

He came from a farm family on the outskirts of the School District. I guess
you could say he was older fashioned than most of the boys. He used
`please' and `Thank You' as they were intended, and not just to make a
first impression. He didn't talk a whole lot. He was shy, yet he had a
certain confidence about him. In a way, he reminded me a lot of my father.

Mark introduced us after School one afternoon, and we decided that we would
go out. Tina had talked to me about Jason earlier, and said that he was a
nice guy, and that she thought we would get along well. He might also curb
my jealousy of Mark. When he asked me, I readily said yes.

We went out to see a movie the first night, and for Pizza afterward. He was
a real gentleman, and walked me to the door when he dropped me off. He
looked like a puppy as he said goodbye, and I knew he was too shy to try to
kiss me. I helped him out by reaching my arm up over his shoulder, and
raising my face to meet his. He took the cue, and while it wasn't a wild
passionate kiss, it was pleasant and inviting. When he asked if I'd like to
go to Prom with him, I didn't hesitate. I would be on a double date with my
sister!

We told Aunt Sharon of our invitations, and she was happy that we were
invited. She had met both boys prior to our going out, and approved of both
of them. Once she knew we had a formal to attend, she started planning our
evening! What better help to pick out clothing for a formal occasion than
our Aunt the wedding planner?

She took us to the shop she worked in a few nights later. After she closed,
we set to the task of gowns. Aunt Sharon has an eye for fashion trends and
had us some suggestions to try on. Tina tried on an ankle length gown with
vertical shadow stripes. Immediately, Aunt Sharon shook her head.

"I swear you girls grow bigger every week!" She said as she pulled at the
back of the gown.

"This won't do for you. It looks sloppy with as big as your getting up top
Tina."

Tina and I were both the same size and were blessed with early
development. We enjoyed the larger breasts we shared, but while we both
enjoyed the look of the wider hips on the other, we were self conscious
about it on ourselves.

"Go try this one on."

Sharon took another from the rack next to the changing room. She handed it
to Tina and then turned to me.

"I have something a little shorter in mind for you. You look a little
younger in the face than your sister, but you have such nice legs that I
think we need to show those off some."

Sharon grabbed a gown of royal blue off the rack. It was more fitting, I
had thought, for a cocktail dress than a Prom, but her taste was in top
form, and I thought I looked much older and more feminine than usual once I
tried it on and modeled it. Tina also was impressed, and I had my gown
picked out.

Tina came away from the shop that night with a pale pink gown that she
looked stunning in. Sharon had tried a few on her, and with Tina's wider
than normal hips, they made her look bottom heavy. Tina isn't fat at all,
but she has wide hips and with her large breasts, the gowns made her look
sort of dumpy. Sharon finally found an ankle length gown that looked like a
million dollars on Tina.

We waited on edge the 2 weeks before the prom.  Mark and Tina continued to
date. Jason asked me out the Friday before Prom. He didn't have as much
free time as Mark since he had an after school job with his Dad. We went
out to the movies again, and afterwards for a bit to eat. He was very
gentlemanly, and either he didn't get my drift when I told him I didn't
have to go straight home, or he was being overly polite, but in any case,
he told me he had to get up early Saturday morning to go to work. I went
home and was feeling a little depressed. I was really beginning to like
him.

Mark dropped Tina off around 2:30 Saturday morning. She had succeeded where
I had failed, and when she climbed into bed and into my waiting arms, I
knew that she had made love to him. They used a condom, and I could taste
it as I removed her cotton panties, and drove my tongue between the folds
of her vagina. She had a different aroma tonight, and I can't say I was
upset by it. I was jealous of her for getting it, and of Mark for getting
it from my sister, yet I was glad to be involved with her in some way.

I took my time, using my mouth and tongue in chorus with my fingers inside
her to bring her to the brink of orgasm, then letting her cool off. I knew
what that did to me, and I wanted her to know that no one could please her
as well as I could. I would blow my warm breath over her clit until she was
calmed down enough to start licking and teasing her again.

When she did orgasm, it was a strong one. I was once again greeted with a
splash from her, and I tried to catch it all in my mouth. I returned to
kiss her, and swapped the fluids with her as we kissed.  She was so turned
on by this that she wasted no time heading towards my waiting pussy to
please me as I had done her.

She performed oral on me in a more hurried manner than I had done to her. I
was grasping the sheets in no time, and just as I started to come, I saw
something move out of the corner of my eye.

Aunt Sharon was standing in our doorway. I gasped, and sat up straight. I
tried to throw the covers over us, but Tina's head was in the way, and she
had no idea what was going on yet. She fought the covers and made it
impossible to hide our sexual liaison.

Aunt Sharon cleared her throat and that got Tina's attention. She sat up
straight, and even though I knew we were caught, I couldn't stop the orgasm
that was building. There I was, coming in front of my Aunt because my
sister was eating my pussy!

Sharon turned on the lights and stood in the doorway with her arms crossed
over her chest. She just stood there for some time. When she spoke, it was
quiet, and didn't seem mad, but we were scared of what she thought of us.

"You girls get some sleep. I think we need to have a talk in the morning."

She turned and entered her room. Tina and I just looked at each other, and
neither of us slept all that well from worry.

We could hear the familiar hum of one of Aunt Sharon's vibrators shortly
after we turned the lights back out, and were tempted to go see the show,
but fear of making a bad situation worse overtook the thrill we got from
watching the goings on in Sharon's bedroom.

The next morning, we reluctantly got our baths and ready for
breakfast. Sharon already had breakfast on the table as Tina and I
sheepishly sat down across from each other. Neither of us wanted the
conversation to begin, but we knew that it would come when Sharon felt the
time was right.

We ate in silence as time passed. Sharon was unusually quiet and thoughtful
during the morning meal, and Tina's usual glib humor was missing this
morning. I felt the tension in the room almost as something tangible and it
was most definitely real!

"Did you girls enjoy your dates last night?" Sharon finally broke the
silence.

Tina spoke up first.

"Yes. Mark and I went bowling, and then to the arcade. He won me a couple
stuffed animals."

"That's nice Tina. Amy, how was your date?"

I toyed foolishly with answering honestly about wishing the Jason and I
could have found a secluded place and fucked each other's brains out, but
that wasn't going to help with the questions that were sure to be coming
soon.

"It was ok Aunt Sharon. We went to see a movie, and then he took me to
Garrison's for a hamburger.  We got in fairly early. Jason had to be up for
work early today."

"Well, I'm glad to see he has a work ethic! I'm impressed. He does seem to
be a nice boy. He seems more responsible than other boys his age."

Sharon was smiling while we talked, and we relaxed a bit. It was a short
respite unfortunately. That's when the subject was broached.

"Girls, I have something to say about what I saw last night."

I felt Tina's foot press onto my thigh. The look on her face was one of
`look out, here it comes.' She tensed up further as Sharon continued.

"I don't know how long you girls have been doing things like that, nor do I
really want to know. I'm sure you're doing it because you're exploring and
it feels good, so I'm going to spare you the lecture about
that. Unfortunately, that kind of behavior is looked upon with a great deal
of disdain in our society, and you need to be careful who might find out
about this. I'm sure if all I had to do to find out was come home a little
early, you are getting pretty casual with it, and you need to be more
careful."

Sharon didn't say another word. She got up from the table, poured herself
some more coffee, and headed out the back door to the patio. That left Tina
and I there to figure out what had happened?  Was our Aunt approving as
long as we kept our lovemaking secret? We grabbed more milk and joined her
outside. Not one more word was ever said about Tina and I being lovers.

The next few weeks went smoothly. Jason and I had yet to enter into any
sexual intercourse, and Tina and Mark were going about the act like
rabbits. We had the same ritual week after week. We would go out, I would
come home frustrated; Tina and I would make love, then when Sharon came
home, we would gather at our viewing port, and watch her and a lover, or
her masturbating. Then it was back to bed, and some renewed sexual contact,
then sleep.

Prom weekend finally came around. Sharon had gathered our things and made
some final adjustments. Prom was on Saturday, and Friday night, Sharon took
the evening off to get everything just right. She wanted us to do a trial
run with the dresses for a final inspection. If anything needed to be
altered, she would still have time to do it. She brought home a bottle of
bourbon and got our dresses out.

Tina went first. Aunt Sharon had gotten us the slips and pantyhose to wear
under our gowns, and new bras were in order. My dress was strapless, and
since it was my first dress of this type, I needed a bra to go with
it. Tina undressed to her underwear and tried on her bra, nylons, and
slip. Sharon took extra care in helping Tina into everything.

"Are you sure you want pantyhose Tina? I could get you stockings. They
might be better for Mark!"  Sharon joked.

In the time since we were caught, Sharon had treated us more as adults, and
sometimes the humor turned downright bawdy. We were accustomed to
statements like this. It made her easier to talk to, and I had even
confided in her the Jason and I hadn't slept together and that I was afraid
that he wasn't interested in me. She talked to me like a woman, and had
exclaimed that there was something wrong with that boy!

Tina didn't even blush. Sharon was well aware of Tina's status with Mark,
and had gotten her a doctor's appointment for birth control and pelvic
exam. We were much more comfortable with Aunt Sharon than we had been 3
weeks earlier.

"No, He'll think that's all I want him for. Oh! Wait! That IS all I want
him for!" Tina returned the flip comment.  "Maybe your right though. I'm
sure I won't be the only one not wearing panties to the Prom!"

`Well, I was hoping to have you wear these."

Sharon threw Tina and a pair of thongs. Tina's were a dusty Pink and mine
were a gorgeous royal blue satin that was exactly the same color of my
dress. The three of us giggled at our conversation. Tina and I both had
thongs before, but these were going to be special for a special occasion.

I stood up, and peeled the cotton panties I was wearing down, and stepped
into the thong. Sharon took another sip from her drink, and walked behind
me. She slapped me on my behind and grinned.

"If I was Jason, You'd definitely be getting laid wearing those!"

I felt the crimson wash into my cheeks. Did I hear her right?

Tina had tried hers on also, and she knew Sharon had stockings to go with
the gowns somewhere here. She pulled them out, and had both of us try them
on. They needed no garter belt, but we got those too.

"Tina, you don't have to wear the belt, but Amy, your dress is short enough
that you probably should.  When you sit, you are going to show a good bit o
leg, and if the tops slip any at all, it will show."

Tina went into the bathroom to put her gown on, but Sharon had me dress in
her bedroom with her present. As soon as Tina left the room, my Aunt walked
behind me with her drink in her hand, took a sip, and ran her hand over my
behind once again.

I was shocked at first. Did she really do that? I felt a shiver run up my
back. It was a shiver in a good way that I had when Tina touched me certain
ways. She slid her hands under my breasts and I trembled at her touch. I
could feel myself lubricate, and when I turned to face her, she reached
down and kissed me on my lips.

I couldn't help myself. Sharon was a vibrant, exciting woman, and I had
envisioned her doing things to me that Tina and I did together. I wanted
her, but what would Tina think if she walked into the room at this moment?

Sharon had drunk a good bit of her bourbon, and I'm still sure that it had
a lot to do with breaking the ice with me. Had it been Tina in my position,
I'm quite certain that it would have been her that was hit on first.  As it
stood, it was me, and I wasn't sure how to react.

Sharon took her hand and gently massaged my breast as I stood there. We
kissed some more, and I kissed her back, entangling my tongue with hers as
her hand slipped inside my bra. I knew my panties would be moist but I
didn't care at this point.

I ran my hand over her side and down her tummy to her hips. She was a curvy
woman with excellent hips. I enjoyed how they pressed into me as I slid my
hand over her butt. Her breath smelled heavy with whisky as our lips opened
around each other's.

She sat me down on the bed, and that's when Tina came back into the
room. Luckily, we weren't in an obviously compromising position when she
entered. We could have just been sitting there and she was helping me with
the clasps on my bra.

"Sit down here with us Tina." She said as she patted the mattress softly.

Tina came over, and sat on the other side of her. She was in her gown, and
Sharon slid the leg up exposing the stockings she was wearing. I was only
in stockings, belt, thong, and bra while Tina was fully clothed. Sharon ran
her hand over her thigh as I watched. Tina leaned back, and just left it
happen. I knew we were going to have a great evening!

Tina had opened her legs without any explanation, and Sharon had started
rubbing my leg with one hand as she did Tina with the other. Tina took the
initiative to pull the hem of Aunt Sharon's dress up to where we could see
her gorgeous legs too, and we all decided that there was too much clothing
in the way of what we all wanted.

I pulled my thong down my legs and slipped them off. Tina got some help
from Sharon to remove her gown and bra. She stepped out of her thong, and
we both helped Sharon out of her dress. She was wearing pantyhose, and both
Tina and I enjoyed the taut smooth feel of them on her legs, and we didn't
take them off.We piled on the bed, and Sharon spoke up.

"Girls, I've been wanting this since I've known about you two watching me
through that gap in the closet wall. When I suspected that you were
involved with each other, it only got worse, and the other week when I
caught the two of you, I knew this was possible to happen. I just hope
you're as attracted to me as I am to both of you."

It was a statement, and question in one. I knew I was attracted to her
physically, and I was sure from the positive reaction that Tina had that
she was attracted as well.

"I know I am." Tina said as she once again rubbed Sharon's thigh.

I too started rubbing, but said nothing. I thought I would allow my actions
to speak for themselves.  It was Tina that really got things moving when
she continued rubbing Sharon's leg as she leaned over me, and started
nuzzling her tongue against my vagina. I heard Sharon draw a deep breath as
she did this, and knew that she was enjoying the visual element as much as
the physical. I decided that she shouldn't be left out and I turned on my
side, lifted my leg to give Tina as much access as possible, and started
licking Sharon through the nylon of her hose.

I could taste her through the nylon, and they were getting very wet with
her desires. She reached down and tore the crotch panel open. I had full
access to her waiting vagina as my sister plunged her tongue into my wet
pussy, stopping only to occasionally flick it over my throbbing clit.  Aunt
Sharon was rhythmically moving her hips to meet my tongue, grinding against
me to get as much of it inside her as possible. I could feel the heat from
her, and was enjoying the taste. She had a different aroma and texture than
Tina, and I was consumed in my desire to please her in any way I could.

Tina could feel the tension rise in me as I neared climax. I was so worked
up and lost in the heat of the moment that when I came, I gave Tina a good
flood of my juices, and she told me later that I about cut her wind off by
closing my legs in orgasm.

Sharon was really close, and I had kind of stopped short when I came. Tina
and I lay her back on the bed, and Tina took her turn at orally pleasing
Aunt Sharon while I caressed and licked her breasts. She came moments later
and we all lay on the bed. Tina was the only one that hadn't come, and I
pulled her to me and kissed her. While we kissed, Sharon reached between
Tina's legs, and her fingers penetrated the folds of her young pussy.

I took the opportunity to use my tongue on Tina at this point. Sharon
seemed to enjoy feeling my tongue do its thing at first, but then she moved
behind me, and I experienced something I had never experienced before.

I was on my knees between Tina's thighs with my butt sticking up in the
air. I could feel Aunt Sharon's warm breath on me as she moved closer. A
moment later, I felt that glorious tongue on my pussy, and over my clit. I
couldn't help but push back onto it some, and that's when she left her
tongue slip out, and trailed it over my asshole.

I couldn't believe the sensation! It felt so wicked, so dirty! I felt
renewed desire well up inside of me and pushed back even harder. Sharon met
this with a stiffened tongue and the tip penetrated my tight little
asshole. I began grunting and grinding my hips as she repeatedly dipped her
tongue inside me.

I thought that if it felt this good to me; maybe it would to Tina also. I
kept gently licking her, but took my middle finger on my right hand, and
brushed it against her virgin hole. She left out a gasp, and I trailed my
own tongue down her wet slit, and over the rosebud of her asshole. She too
pushed back against me, and raised her legs to give me better access. I
probed gently with my tongue, and I felt the waves of orgasm catch her full
force.

Tina had squirted on me before, but what happened next, I was unprepared
for! A stream shot out of her that went beyond the bed, and even splashed
against the wall! I reached my climax right about the point that Tina was
squirting, and I came so hard that I think I may have even blacked out.

The three of us lay there for a few moments and caught our breath. I
propped myself up on an elbow and surveyed the surroundings.  My new
stockings were a mess! I had been wet enough that some had run down onto
the tops, and some of Tina's gusher had caught them. Sharon's hose were
ripped from the waist to part way down one thigh, and to be honest, it
looked sexy as hell! Tina's stockings had a small runner in them evidently
from me grasping her legs. In all, we looked like a trio of white trash
sluts after a party.

We spent the night together, and quite a few after that.  We made love in
various configurations, and Tina even got to experience Sharon's strap on
from Sharon herself! While she was in bliss from that, I rubbed her pretty
little asshole to bring on another gusher. By the time they had finished,
we all were worn out.

The next day, Sharon took both of us to the shop, got us new thongs and
stockings, and dolled us up for our dates. Tina and I had a great time at
the Prom, and we both got what we were expecting before being dropped off
at home. When we got there, we had plenty of questions to answer, and most
of them were about the sex we received from our respective dates.

When the discussion and joking were over, we settled into one bed, and made
love again, sharing the most intimate of experiences. It was a Prom to
remember, and a night after to remember as well.