The ringing phone woke Lilian from a deep slumber. Her eyes slowly opened, and she struggled to lift her head from the pillow. Her naked body was tangled up with those of her daughters. The last few days had been a blur of non-stop sex between the three women. They had been fucking tirelessly from the moment the girls had come home, and almost constantly right up until the late hours of the night before.
Lilian pulled an arm from under Paige's head and reached warily for the phone. "Hello?" she mumbled. Her voice was still hoarse from repeatedly screaming in orgasm.
"Aunty Lilian? It's Cassie! I'm so sorry to bother you, but... I... I didn't know who else to call!" Cassie was Lilian's eldest niece. It sounded as if she'd been crying. Lilian sat up, suddenly concerned by the frantic tone of he girl's voice.
"What's wrong, Sweetie? Tell me what happened." she said.
"It's Kimmie! She's in trouble again. It's serious this time..." Kimmie was Cassie's little sister. She had just turned 18. Cassie was older, in her late twenties, and her sister's legal guardian. "She's been drinking... taking drugs... I... I can't control her, Lilian! I don't know what to do... I wanted to ask you if you think I should send her to that.. that school you shipped Bree and Paige off to."
Lilian looked down at her girls. Paige's leg was draped over her hip, and she was cuddled up against her. Bree was spooning her younger sister, her hand cupping the girl's breast. They were both sleeping peacefully, their faces still sticky with each other's cum.
"Oh, don't rush into that just yet." she said over the phone. "It's expensive, after all... and a bit drastic. Why don't you have her stay with me for a couple of weeks. Give yourself a break."
"Oh, Aunt Lilian, I couldn't ask you to..."
"I insist, Dear. You're a young girl, you don't deserve this." Lilian insisted. "Besides, I'll lay down the law with Kimmie, see if I can do anything to help set her straight."
"Aunty Lil... I don't know what to say! I... I don't know how to thank you..."
"Totally unnecessary, Cassie. Drop her off whenever you'd like. We'll be home all day."
"Um... ok! I will. As... as soon as she wakes up, we'll come over."
"Wonderful. See you soon, Dear." Lilian replied.
"Ok... See you soon. Goodbye, Aunty Lil."
"Goodbye, Dear."
Lilian hung up the phone. She took a deep sigh, then nudged her daughters. Paige furrowed her brow and snuggled deeper into Bree's arms in protest.
"Wake up, girls." Lilian ordered. "We need to get cleaned up. We're having guests over."
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Once she'd arrived, Kimmie did her best to let her relatives know she didn't want to be there. She sulked for the rest of the day. She was rude, distant, and uncooperative. She chatted a bit with her cousins, assuming at first that they felt equally imprisoned with their mother. They seemed happy, however, and soon she grew frustrated with their lack of commiseration.
She avoided her aunt as best she could. Lilian was still as stern and uptight as she had remembered. The woman had already laid out a chore schedule for her, and told her she would be expected to get up at 7 o'clock each morning to join the family for breakfast.
"That's bullshit!" she had protested.
"Fine, then you can starve. Lilian replied coolly. "It's either breakfast at 7 or no breakfast at all. Or lunch."
Kimmie spent most of the evening in the guest bedroom, stewing in her own misery. She wished more than anything to be out with her friends, getting stoned and hooking up with guys, but was resigned to her fate, at least for the moment.
At around 10 o'clock that evening, Kimmie left her room for a glass of water. She crept down the hall quietly, not wanting to call attention to herself.
As she passed her cousins' bedroom, she heard noises through the door. She paused, listening intently. She could hear moaning. 'Shit!' she thought to herself with a knowing grin. 'At least someone's gettin' laid!'
Unable to resist her curiosity, she gently turned the doorknob and nudged the door open, eager to get a peak at the stud whichever of her cousins had taken home. She peered inside, and her face grew instantly pale.
On the bed, Bree and Paige were locked together in a frantic sixty-nine. The two girls were eating each other's cunts furiously, oblivious to their surroundings.
Kimmie backed away from the door slowly, then bolted, running down the hall and into the living room. She leaned against the wall, her mind reeling as she struggled to comprehend what she'd seen.
'Jesus Christ!' she thought. 'They're fucking dykes! Fucking incestuous dykes!' She scrambled to figure out what to do, scanning the room helplessly. Her eyes landed on the phone by the couch. She rushed over to it and quickly dialed her sister's number.
"Hello?"
