[Author's note. This is Part 1 of a series about a woman in a sexless marriage and her daughter who move in with a loving sister. It was suggested by a reader. I'm not sure how much of it is true. Enjoy! LF]
Moving in with my younger sister was the best/worst possible thing. At 36 years old, I should have had my act together. After all, I had an 18-year-old daughter and was a responsible mom with a good career. What I didn't have was love. Or sex. Any sex. I know this sounds cliched, but I got pregnant on my honeymoon, and after returning home, my husband decided he wasn't interested in sex. Ever.
For 18 years I lived in a sexless marriage with a controlling bastard. When my daughter, Angela, became an adult, I decided I'd had it and divorced him. Best decision of my life. Except -- now what? I didn't want the house and didn't want to live an isolated life in a small town.
I turned to my sister Sammie out of desperation. Sammie is nine years younger than me. I spent more time babysitting her than playing with her growing up. I got married and moved away when she turned nine and we haven't been close since. Until now. Angela and I practically showed up on her doorstep with all our worldly possessions, begging for a home.
Okay, it wasn't that dramatic, but what was it going to be like, my daughter and I living with a sister and an aunt we didn't know that well? Turns out, we were both about to get to know Sammie very, very well.
"Ava! Angela!" Sammie called as our ride dropped us off.
I hadn't seen Sammie in a few years, but as she grew older, she grew more striking. Long black hair tied in a ponytail. Her slender figure offset by large boobs (larger than mine), a narrow waist, long legs, and an energy in her walk. She looked like a much younger version of me -- and a slightly older version of Angela. It hadn't dawned on me until that moment that my daughter was as close in age to my sister as I!
"Thank you again, so much, Sammie," I said, receiving a big hug from my baby sister.
"Of course. What's family for?" Ava said, giving Angela a hug too.
"You guys both look so great. This is going to be fun!"
Angela and I looked at each other. Fun was not on my radar, just survival. But I got the idea that Sammie wanted to make our stay as pleasant as possible -- and that was wonderful of her.
"The truck's coming by with our boxes," I said as Sammie grabbed one of our suitcases. "We don't have much."
"You won't need much," Sammie said, leading the way into the house. "I've got your rooms all set up."
I looked around as we entered the door. Sammie had certainly done well for herself. The front entryway was gorgeous, with a rock feature and a small fountain leading to a pond. The theme carried on inside with large ferns, a stone walkway, and large windows letting in tons of light.
"Wow. What a great house," I said, realizing I'd never set foot in her place before.
"I love it," Sammie said, setting the suitcases down. "Come on, I'll give you a tour."
The entry gave way to a large living space, with more windows and plants, both inside and out. A wooden deck looked out over a green valley with a small hill on the other side and the city in the background. Her kitchen and dining room were gorgeous -- she could have large dinner parties in here easily. Down a hallway were a series of three bedrooms. The master suite was across the hall from our two rooms, which were next to each other.
"I'll let you guys get settled and then we can have tea out on the deck, okay?" Sammie said.
"Sounds good," I said.
Sammie left and Angela poked her head into my room.
"Come on in, sweety," I said, sitting down on the bed and patting a place next to me for her to sit.
"How are you doing with all this?" I asked.
Angela hugged my shoulders. "It's tough, Mommy. But it's got to be a lot more difficult on you."
"Oh, I'll be okay," I said, squeezing her shoulder. "It'll just take some getting used to. An older sister isn't supposed to have to depend on the charity of her younger sibling."
"I think she's terrific," Angela said.
"So do I, honey. So do I."
Tea turned into a lovely conversation. I hadn't realized how financially successful Sammie was -- and how bright and cheery she was about life. No boyfriends but expect lots of friends to stop by, she said, after assuring us that her friends were delightful.
I went to bed that night cautiously optimistic that my new living arrangement might not be so bad.
Things got interesting a couple of nights later. Sammie had invited Kristina over for dinner. She seemed about the same age as Sammie and just as delightful. We laughed a lot over wine and a great meal. Later, Ava and I cleaned up the dishes. As I was putting a pan away, I glanced into the living room and noticed Sammie and Kristina share a kiss. It wasn't a kiss between friends, but between lovers.
Angela and I were both still jet-lagged, so we begged off early and went to bed. I woke up at some point in the night to a rustling in the hallway. I got up and threw on a robe. I didn't see anyone, so I pushed open the bathroom door.
"Oh!" I heard.
Standing in the doorway was Kristina -- completely nude.
"So sorry!" I said and retreated to my room -- my heart racing.
I hadn't seen another woman naked in a long time. It was startling and somehow exhilarating. My sister was a lesbian, or at least bisexual. Or maybe I was wrong.
I got up and crept back into the hallway. Sammie's door was cracked open a little. I crouched and peeked through the door. In the dim light of the bedside clock, I could see Kristina lying on top of a very naked Sammie. Kristina was sucking on one of Sammie's nipples. Sammie had her eyes closed, moaning softly, and tweaking her other nipple -- which was swollen and erect.
I was mesmerized. The two kissed, then Kristina pushed herself down between Sammie's legs, which were open. Even in the low light I could see her pussy and her hairless mound. Kristina ran her index finger down Sammie's slit, then moved up and put her mouth on her pussy lips. Sammie began squirming up and down -- moaning a little more loudly. Suddenly her hips shot up in the air, she took in a breath and let it out in a soft cry. I picked up on a scent -- perhaps the smell of sex? It was intoxicating.
I knew this was something I shouldn't be watching so I quickly went back onto my room and shut the door.
I had just witnessed two women making love to each other. I hadn't had any sex since my honeymoon. I'd put the idea of it, and pleasure, far away to survive in my marriage. Seeing the two of them like that was disturbing, and I fell into a troubled sleep.
The next morning, I woke up tired. I stumbled into the bathroom -- which was empty this time. After showering I felt better. I smelled coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen. When I got there, all three girls were laughing -- sitting at the table eating eggs and bacon. Kristina had indeed stayed the rest of the night. We shared a look but nothing more.
My mind swirled with strange thoughts. I looked across the table at my sister. She was having sex -- that was obvious. She seemed to enjoy it so much. I wondered, for the first time in many years, what being intimate felt like. My strange thoughts were joined by strange feelings in my gut.
I stood in front of a full length mirror the next morning after showering. After all this time, was I no longer a sexual being? My hair was still black, long and sleek. My breasts sagged just a bit, and my tummy wasn't completely flat. I had a full bush -- unlike Sammie's shaved mound. I had no reason to shave. No one was looking at me and I wasn't even touching myself. Was I still attractive? Could I have pleasure?
I touched one of my nipples. I was surprised at the feeling. Tweaking it, like I saw Sammie doing, brought another distinct feeling. Was it pleasure? It had been so long. I put my leg up on the toilet and exposed my pussy. I gently touched myself -- running my index finger along the slit of my labia as Kristina had done. I nearly fell over at the rush of feelings that came over me. These were most certainly feelings of pleasure.
I dressed but could not shake the tingles in my breasts or crotch.
"You okay, Mom?" Angela asked as I stepped out of the bathroom. "You look flushed?"
"I'm fine," I said quickly disappearing into my room. "Just got warm in the shower."
What was happening to me?
That evening another young lady came over. Jenny was younger -- more Angela's age than Sammie's. She was blonde and had small tits that showed through her top. I found myself trying not to stare at them.
We sat around watching a dumb movie and all headed for bed. Sammie and Jenny did not hide the fact they were going into the same bedroom.
Later, I snuck out of my room. Sammie once again had left her door open a crack -- probably something she was used to doing from living alone.
I peeked in again and saw Jenny undressing Sammie. My sister was truly beautiful. Her tits didn't sag a bit, and she looked so fit and athletic. Their lips and tongues swirled together as they caressed their bodies. Jenny pushed Sammie down on the bed and got on top of her, grinding her mound against my sister's. The two of them started moaning and after a bit they were clearly cumming -- at the same time!
That feeling I'd had in my crotch was back, big time. I reached under my night gown and touched something wet between my legs. When my finger touched my pussy, I nearly cried out in pleasure. My nipples felt itchy and swollen. I looked down and saw my tits pushing out of the thin fabric.
