Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2005 13:07:10 +0000
From: Tammy Lismore <tammikinz@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'My Little Sister' - Chapters 9 and 10

I keep thinking I've finished this story, but I continue to get requests to
write more, and I'm a sucker for compliments - so here we are with a
welcome return of their mother whilst waiting for a visit from their friend
on the beach, Vikki, in the next chapter.


As always, I hope you all enjoy it.  All comments, suggestions, and yes,
even criticisms are welcome.  Please send to: Tammikinz@hotmail.com


Happy reading!


Tammy Lismore.

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Chapter 9 - Mum and Liz

It was later that evening that I got a text message from Nikki.  I
immediately told Abi and our minds went back to the fun we'd had on the
beach with her the previous Sunday.  What a sweet little thing she'd been
and we both started to have thoughts of seeing her again, and our thoughts
were no longer as innocent as they might have been just a week ago!  I
could see her sweet young smiling face quite clearly in my mind -- and not
just her face!  The image of her amazing little boobs also seemed to be
clearly imprinted on my mind!  It was clear that she was keen to see us
again -- and we both felt sure that she wanted a bit more fun after the
introduction we'd given her on the beach.

Eventually, we arranged for her to visit on the following Sunday afternoon.
How slowly the rest of the week passed!  Mum seemed to be not only happy
about the visit, but positively enthusiastic as well.  We couldn't help
wondering whether it was a purely unselfish interest or whether she was
hoping for something more!  During the week, the only sessions that Abi and
I had were once we'd gone to bed, which didn't leave Mum much opportunity
to see us -- and of course, she hadn't made any secret of the fact that
she'd rather like to watch again some time.  Indeed, after her
participation on the beach, we suspected that she might really like to do
rather more than simply watch!

At least we no longer felt the need to keep absolutely quiet when we were
enjoying ourselves -- although, I think we still both felt slightly
self-conscious about making too much noise.  But if the odd rather loud
moan or whatever slipped out unintentionally, we didn't freeze with
embarrassment now.  And we seemedto be hearing Mum and Dad at it a lot more
too!  Either they'd suddenly started having sex a lot more frequently than
they used to or they used to be more cautious than we realised about
letting us hear.  Of course, they were often leaving the door slightly ajar
now, so that may have had something to do with it.  There were two or three
occasions that week when Abi and I had been lying in bed snuggled up
together after we'd had our fun when we heard moans coming from our
parents' room.  We both still found it very erotic and the sounds would
sometimes get us going all over again!


The next Saturday, the weather wasn't quite as good as the previous one.
In fact it was pouring with rain when I woke up.  I lay there listening to
the drops splattering against the window panes thinking how lovely and cosy
it felt to lie in bed, and how nice it was that I didn't have to get up
quickly to go to school.  I'd had a good session with Abi the night before
but when she dozed off to sleep soon after, I'd returned to my own bedroom
to get a good night's sleep.  And now I felt great.  It was about this time
the previous Saturday when I'd leapt up and stood enjoying the sunshine and
the sensations I found I could get from my body.  The details of that
lovely occasion replayed in my mind and I was soon absent-mindedly stroking
my hand lightly over my body, a little smile playing on my lips as I
recalled what had happened.


On that occasion, Abi had poked her head round the door as I'd stood there.
This time, as I was wrapped in my reverie, Mum poked her head in!  I looked
round and smiled at her, "Hi there, Mum.  How's things?"

She stepped in, replying, "Hi Liz.  I'm fine.  Just wondered how you were."

She was wearing her silk gown again, tied quite loosely.  With a quick
glance, I took in the deep swell of her breasts, accentuated by the fine
silk material just skimming the top of her nipples.  Her hair was looking
marvellously wild -- no way had she made herself look smart before she'd
looked in!

"Is everything going well between you and Abi still?" she went on, her eyes
twinkling slightly I thought.

"Yes, everything's absolutely great" I replied, easing myself out slightly
from underneath the duvet up into a sitting position and chuckling.  "I'm
surprised you haven't heard that!!"

She laughed, "Well, yes.  I must admit we have heard the odd thing every
now and then".  She stepped across and settled herself down on the end of
my bed, facing me. "You don't mind if I sit here a minute do you?" she went
on, " we don't seem to have chatted much since last weekend".

"Of course not" I laughed, my eyes distracted by a clear view up to her
bare pussy as the gown opened over her thighs when she sat down.
"Actually, I half expected you to look in on us again sometime, but I guess
it's not so good in the dark!"

"No" she chuckled, "I'd have loved to, but it would just be frustrating in
the dark when I can't see anything.  I was half hoping I'd catch you at it
again this morning -- but never mind!"

"I think Abi's lying in a bit" I laughed, "We had a good session last night
and she's probably catching up on her sleep.  It's funny you should say
that though, because I was just thinking about last Saturday when you came
in.  Well, I was actually thinking about our very first session - before
breakfast -- the one which started it all.  That was so beautiful."

"I'd love to hear what happened" she said, "if you wouldn't mind telling
me, of course.  How did it start?"

And so, I described exactly how it had happened that morning, in quite some
detail.  Whenever I skipped over anything, she'd interrupt and ask me
exactly who'd done what -- and I could see she loved hearing every bit of
it, clearly getting more and more aroused as she listened, her hand soon
slipping between the folds of her gown to casually finger her pussy.  One
of her nipples was peeping over the gown as well and it was lovely watching
how it gradually stiffened up.  Needless to say, recounting the events soon
had my fingers becoming a little more active as well.  They'd already been
casually resting between my thighs when Mum first walked in, so it was
natural for them to start nuzzling up against my pussy lips as I relived
the excitement of a week ago, not to mention seeing Mum's increasing
excitement right in front of me.  Of course, she couldn't see what I was
doing as the duvet came up to my waist.

As I came to the end, I could see that her face had got quite flushed and
her eyes seemed to be on my chest.  I glanced down briefly and saw that my
own nips were pushing out very firmly against the thin soft material of my
sleep shirt -- two little beacons signalling my own excitement.  Without
thinking, I reached up and gave them a little rub and laughed, saying "Yes,
it's pretty exciting remembering everything!"

"It's pretty exciting hearing about it too" she laughed, "In fact it's very
exciting indeed!  I'm sorry, but you've got me quite turned on now."

"Well, I can see where I inherited my love of sex from!" I laughed.

She leaned forward and gave me an affectionate kiss on the forehead.  "I do
love you Liz -- as a mother I mean -- but I find you very sexy as well.
That time on the beach when you both helped me to get off was one of the
most exciting things I've ever done.  The sensation of your lips on my
breasts, as well as Abi's of course, was absolutely amazing....."

"Mmm, it's a lovely feeling isn't it" I agreed.  "I really love it when Abi
sucks on mine -- even though they are only little!"

"Not so little, those nipples" she laughed, "I can see them pushing out
there.  I don't know if they're as firm as they look, but they certainly
look as hard as little buttons!"

"Well, yes, they are pretty firm", I chuckled, "You feel them!"

And with barely a moment's hesitation, she leaned forward again and ran her
fingers over the prominent little bumps in my shirt.  I shivered as the
gentle touch of her fingers sent a flicker of fire through my body.

"Oh, wow, yes" I murmured.

"Oh Liz, they're gorgeous" Mum said, "very like mine were at your age.  It
was marvellous first discovering the pleasure that they could give me --
and it's not really changed in all these years.  But I'm not sure if they
were ever quite as lovely as yours -- so firm and succulent, far too mature
for such sweet little breasts!"

Her experienced fingers gently toyed with them, moving back and forth, her
face glowing with pleasure as she did it.

"Oh God, Mum!  What are you doing?!" I moaned.

"Just enjoying myself" she laughed, "I hope you don't mind".

"Mind?"  I chuckled, "it feels gorgeous!"

"Yes, I rather thought it would" she laughed, "So if I'm enjoying myself
and you think it feels gorgeous - I think I might just keep going for a
while!!  Oh, my little beauty, you feel so lovely.  I could feel you all
over, you're so perfect!  But what's that hand of yours up to under the
duvet there?!  Nothing too innocent, I hope!!"

"Not innocent at all", I laughed, "You're getting me quite fired up -- as
I'm sure you know.  Wow, I can't believe how lucky I am to have a Mum like
you"

She leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead again, lingering a little
longer this time, her fingers squeezing my right nipple gently as she did
so.  I sighed with pleasure.

"I think maybe this top should come off, don't you" she chuckled.  "I can
feel these perfect little breasts, but I'd so love to see them again as
well!  What do you think?"

"Well, I do seem to be getting rather hot, so maybe it would be a good
idea" I chuckled.  "Hold on a sec" and so saying, I eased it out from under
my bottom and stripped it over my head, noting the delicious feelings as
the whole length of it brushed over my nips on the way up.  "There we are"
I went on, and joking thrust my chest forward saying "Well, what do you
think?"

"I think I've raised the most perfect little creature imaginable" she
laughed, "I just hope you enjoy your body as much as I have mine over the
years!  Now sweetheart, let me just check whether those feel any different
without the nightshirt over them!  Come on, lie back and enjoy"

I sank back on to the pillow, my fingers still softly probing my pussy
beneath the duvet as I watched Mum lean forward, her ample boobs almost
clear of her gown now, both nipples exposed and thrusting out.  Her fingers
were quickly back softly feeling the contours of my boobs and toying with
my nips -- but flesh on flesh felt so much better, so erotic, that I found
my fingers were working a lot more enthusiastically suddenly.

"And now I need to return a favour" Mum murmured, breathily, and she leaned
forward over me and slowly approached my boobs with her mouth.

I moaned in anticipation, my boobs now tight and tingling with arousal.  As
her lips first touched me, I gasped, my nip threatening to burst in its
eagerness.  Her warm soft lips enclosed around it and then I felt her
tongue moving.  She was so good. It felt so gorgeous.  Round and round her
tongue swirled, her lips sucking the engorged teat until it was swollen to
its maximum.  I was whimpering with pleasure, unable to keep still.  Then,
just as I was wondering if I could take any more, she moved to the other
and repeated her marvellous ministrations.  I cried out with the joy of it,
thrusting my fingers into my now over-heated pussy.

"Not so fast, my little beauty" she breathed huskily, sitting back up, "I
have a little treat for you!"

I opened my eyes to see her reaching into the deep pocket of her silk gown
and bringing out a small white plastic tubular object, only a little larger
than a lipstick.  I looked in some puzzlement before she applied a little
twist to it and it started buzzing.  I immediately realised it must be some
sort of miniature vibrator -- a fraction of the size of the one we'd
watched her using last weekend.  My eyes widened.

"Oh, Mum!" was all I could say.

"I think you might enjoy this" she chortled, "and I assume I'm right in
thinking you haven't used one before"

" I certainly haven't -- but I'd love to try" I enthused, "but it's so
small!"

"Don't be put off by it's size" she laughed, "this little thing can be
quite good fun, and we don't want to hurt you with the full size one which
you saw me using.  OK, so first let's pull this duvet back a bit" and she
stripped it right down leaving me totally exposed -- the hand between my
thighs now exposed to her gaze.  I was so turned on, absolutely quivering
with arousal, that it didn't worry me one bit.  I just gazed at the little
vibrator, not knowing quite what to expect, but absolutely sure that I'd
enjoy it.

"Now, I think that hand is going to have to move away" she chuckled, "Come
along, I know you're going to love this", and she bent over me and touched
the little buzzing implement to the inside of my thigh, sliding it very
slowly and delicately up towards my pussy.  I was already in a high state
of arousal and the vibrations sent a ripple of excitement through me.  I
opened my thighs wider as she approached my pussy, instinctively inviting
her in -- but just as she was about to reach it, she moved it to the other
side and did the same to that.  This time when she reached it, she moved
on, skirting across the top and round, then down, just skimming my lips.  I
writhed in frustration, my hands now reverting to taking care of my
tingling boobs now that Mum was fully occupied down below.  My pussy was
hot and damp, tingling furiously.

After what seemed like for ever, she moved the little thing over and traced
it softly up and down between my lips.  It felt fantastic.  The tingling
increased in strength until I was thrusting my hips up at her, eager for
more.  I could feel an orgasm starting to build, the sensations gradually
increasing -- but then, just as I was thinking it was coming, she move the
little pleasure stick away briefly, away down below my pussy and all around
it again.  I whimpered in frustration, squeezing my nipples in response,
but the impending orgasm subsided a little nevertheless.  I glanced at her
face and saw she was concentrating intently, but with a huge grin on her
face.  She was loving this almost as much as I was, and she knew just what
she was doing as well!

Soon, she had moved back to my pussy again, and this time was gently
probing between my lips. My pussy felt on fire.  But again, as the orgasm
started to build, she deliberately eased off and let it subside again.  I
was bathed in sweat now and shaking all over -- as she repeated the process
yet again.  I was whimpering, loudly now, in desire and frustration.

She briefly turned towards my face and leaning over, kissed me on the lips,
then quickly moving down, easing my hands out of the way, gave both my nips
another strong suck and a lashing with her tongue, before moving her
attention back down to my pussy, and easing the little demon back between
my lips. This time though, as I thrashed around, thrusting up at her, I
felt it sink right inside me.  The sensations seem to go right to my core
and I moaned incoherently as I felt the waves of pleasure rushing over me.
But instead of breaking, they just got higher and higher -- I couldn't
believe what was happening.  I was vaguely ware of her moving the vibrator
inside me, pressing it up against the top of my pussy, and then, finally,
as my body felt as though it was going into a fit, the explosion finally
came, wiping me out so totally that my cries turned to a final shriek of
ecstasy.  I was vaguely aware of a sensation of hot liquid dribbling down
between my thighs and half realised my bladder control had gone -- but it
didn't worry me a jot, in fact it felt rather good!  On and on the rumbles
of the explosion went, racing through my body until eventually, they slowly
petered out and I gradually sank back on to the bed, completely and totally
exhausted.

I had never experienced anything anywhere near as intense -- in any of my
sessions with Abi so far, or in the one with Rosie which, I guiltily
remembered, I was keeping a secret from Mum.  As my heart gradually
returned to its normal pace, I felt a incredible sense of serenity,
satisfaction, and warmth -- and absolutely no desire to do anything other
than lie there and gaze up at Mum through lidded eyes.  Even the warm damp
patch on the sheet beneath my bottom didn't concern me at the moment.

She was gazing down at me, love shining from her eyes, her own breathing
still ragged.  I gradually realised that she was looking very hot herself
and it soon became clear, even though I'd been too far gone to notice, that
the experience had been so exciting for her that she'd had a small orgasm
herself, assisted by her spare hand I'm sure.

We smiled at each other as she said, "Well, I guess you did enjoy it then?"

I chuckled lightly, answering "Thanks Mum.  That was absolutely out of this
world.  I had no idea anything like that was possible.  My God, the
sensations.... I just can't believe how intense they were..... Can I borrow
that to try on Abi sometime please?  Oh, how I'd love to do the same for
her....".

"She laughed, "Yes, of course you can darling -- but remember, it's not
just the tool, it's the way that you use it!  And maybe an old towel would
be a good idea as well"

I grinned, "Oh yes, sorry about that. And yes, I did notice how you used
it.  I shall try to learn from you"...