Author's Note: Readers, thanks for all the feedback you've given on previous chapters. I enjoy reading about your trying to get into Kerri's and Sarah's heads as they travel through this dirty little love story. From here on, things get a little more serious and intense.
As always, I write for my own enjoyment, but I share for yours! Enjoy.
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A familiar sound stirred Karen from a deep sleep: songbirds chirping in the tree outside her upstairs window. She opened her eyes, wiped the sleep from their corners, and looked around.
Had it all been a dream? It must have been.
She shook her head. Fuck. She could still smell Sarah's perfume on her sheets, her hair on her pillow. The sharp smell of sex was still in the air too. But Sarah was gone, the door was closed, and the only warmth she felt was from the sun tickling her face through the branches of the maple tree.
Karen fell back into her pillow and pulled another one over her head. Her head was pounding. She had come home to spend one last summer with Sarah before she went off to college. Sex wasn't really an item on the itinerary, although she was in a bit of a dry spell since dumping the boyfriend - again. Sure, if the opportunity presented itself, she'd take it, but really, Kerri? she asked herself. Last night? With Sarah?
A familiar twinge crept up her spine from below. Her clit wanted attention again. Her nipples were hard from the cool air in the room and her warm fingers felt good as she passed them over her naked body. Sarah had satiated her lust last night, but that was then, this was now.
Karen pulled the covers up to her chest. For some reason she felt immodest playing with herself in her childhood bed, but now she was incredibly horny and needed release. Her fingers roamed, exploring her soft skin, still sticky in spots from the night before. Her cunt quivered and she let out a soft moan as she dipped a finger, then two inside herself, using the moisture to lubricate her clit. She ground her hips against her hand, closed her eyes and let her mind wander.
What it wandered to was Sarah. In her mind's eye she pictured her little sister between her legs again, and it was no longer Karen's own hand rubbing her cunt, it was Sarah's. It was Sarah's mouth on her nipples, Sarah's sweet perfumed hair and soft lips, Sarah's wonderful pussy turning to face her as her young sister bent down so they could 69. She came, forcefully, unexpectedly, moaning her sister's name.
"Oh, fuck! Sarah! Yes, honey! Yes!"
She kept rubbing her clit and finger-fucking herself, and a second mini-climax washed over her, then a third, fourth, and after that she lost count. Each one caused Sarah's name to escape her lips, although she forced herself not to make any noise. It felt like they would never stop, but finally her body was so shaky that she had to pull her hand away.
She lay there for several minutes, catching her breath. Finally she hauled herself out of the bed, tossed the blankets over the wet spot she'd made in the sheets, put on her robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. A shower would make it all go away, wouldn't it?
It didn't. She stayed there, facing the wall, soaking in the steam of the shower. The gentle pressure of the water rolled down her back, across and down the crack of her ass, until droplets dripped off her outer lips. She turned and turned the spray on full, allowing it to douse her, her hands pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit to yet another orgasm. When the water turned tepid and her fingers wrinkled, she dried off and decided to pull herself together and go downstairs.
Sarah must have gone to work at the plant nursery, she thought, peeking into her bedroom. The robe she had worn last night was hanging on a hook on the back of her door. Karen pulled it down and held it up to her nose, inhaling her sister's scent. It smelled like her perfume and her pussy and Karen caressed her face with the silk before putting it back on the hook and walking downstairs.
Her mom was downstairs in the kitchen, still in her bathrobe. Karen kissed her on the top of the head.
"Morning, sweetie."
"Hi Mom."
"You slept in late. Jet lag sucks, doesn't it?" her mother asked.
"It does." Karen sighed. "Mmm, coffee." Her mother had never kept soda in the house, so the girls both grew up drinking coffee in the morning along with their orange juice. And to Karen, not even Starbucks could hold a candle to her mom's hot, black coffee.
"You know, Mom, it's a wonder any of us ever sleep after inheriting your coffee habit." she smiled, taking a sip from a large cup and sitting down across from her mother.
"Really? I usually sleep great." The tone in her voice completely escaped Karen's 'oh shit' detector, which usually told her when she was in trouble.
"You also work, plus teach photography, plus spend insane hours in that dark room of yours. I don't know when you sleep, but I'm glad you do."
"Photo is a lost art, baby. The squirrel at the park doesn't care about how its iPhone photo comes out." She took a long sip of her coffee. "It's a wonder I got a wink last night though, what with how you two were carrying on."
Karen nearly spit her coffee all over the table.
"Y-y-y-you... you h-h-h-heard that...?" she stammered, feeling her heart stop for just a second. It was definitely not a pleasant feeling.
Karen's mom smirked and stirred her coffee nonchalantly. "The way Sarah was moaning and you were screaming? How could I not?"
Karen hung her head. She wanted to say a million things, and yet she didn't feel like any of them would have made a difference. After what seemed like an eternity, her mom reached over and cupped her hand.
"Honey, it's OK."
Karen burst into tears at the suggestion. "No! It's not OK! She's my sister! She's my baby sister! I'm not supposed to do that! I'm supposed to protect her! I'm supposed to..."
Her mom stood and walked to the counter to retrieve a box of tissues. She pulled a clump of them from the box and handed it to Karen, who blew her nose loudly and wiped the tears from her eyes. "You can't tell me it's OK. I won't let you tell me it's OK."
"Then I won't. What I mean is, it's not unexpected. You girls have always been closer than any sisters I've ever known. All her life, Sarah's idolized you. She's been trying to emulate you, Kiki. Trying to impress you. Trying to make you proud of her. She loves you more than anything. And that's a hard thing for a mother to say, believe me, but I can see it in her eyes."
Karen snuffed. "I took advantage of her, mom."
