[Author's Note: This is part 4 of a series based on a reader's suggestion of a woman caught in a sexless marriage that finds love and pleasure in the arms of her sister and daughter.]
I should have been exhausted. My daughter, Angela, and I had just moved into my sister Sammie's house following my split from Doug. Not only was I still a bit jet-lagged, but I'd spent an entire day and evening getting acquainted with work colleagues in a new town.
Despite the early hour, though, I wasn't tired but exhilarated. Why? After 18 years in a sexless marriage, I'd rediscovered passion and pleasure -- not from someone I'd just met -- but from my sister Sammie! At 28, Sammie is nine years younger than me -- and nine years old than Angela. I'd confessed to Sammie my lack of sexual intimacy -- for which she had great compassion.
Then, I happened on her making love to two incredible women (Sammie likes to leave her bedroom door open a crack). That got my juices flowing (literally!). What I didn't expect was that the focus of my desire was not her lovers, but Sammie herself.
Sammie confessed that she too was having sexual feelings towards me. The pleasure she introduced me to was mind-blowing. I'd never orgasmed like that before, nor enjoyed the nipples and pussy of another woman. All I could think of as I drove up to the house was how I was going to sneak into Sammie's room without Angela finding out that I was sleeping with my sister.
I noticed a car in the driveway -- it was Jenny's, one of Sammie's lovers -- a cute blonde a little older than my daughter. I was a bit crestfallen, realizing that Jenny was probably between Sammie's legs with her mouth lapping up my sister's juice.
I heard some sound down the hallway as I came through the front door. I figured Angela was probably asleep and Jenny and Sammie were entangled in each other's arms and legs. I sighed. Stepping out on the deck, though, I got a surprise -- shorts, tops, bras and panties strewn around three deck chairs that had been pushed together. There weren't two sets either, but three.
I got curious -- was Kristina, another of Sammie's lovers, here as well? I crept down the hallway. The noise was coming from Sammie's room -- the sound of water splashing. I tip-toed to the bathroom, got low, and peered around the doorway. What I saw shocked me so much I almost cried out.
Sammie was in the shower, along with Jenny -- and Angela! Not only that, but Angela sat on a side bench, her legs wide open. Between those legs, licking and sucking on her pussy was my sister Sammie!
What had happened while I was gone? I knew that Jenny and Kristina had invited Angela to a party and that they were attracted to her sexually -- but how did that lead to incest?
I quickly backed out of the room to the sounds of Sammie having an orgasm, holding Angela's head while she cried out in joy.
I left the house -- not wanting to confront what was going on. I drove around for a while and stopped for a drink at a brew pub that was open late. After a couple of hours, I ventured back. The driveway was empty and the house dark.
I crept back in and got to my room without seeing anyone. I took off my clothes and laid on my bed, thoughts and memories of seeing three women making love together filling my head. As I thought about Sammie and Angela, I started to get aroused. I touched myself and noticed I was damp. I rubbed my clit and felt tingly sensations. As I remembered the sound of Sammie's orgasm, I felt a sharpness in my pussy -- an orgasm of my own -- sending pleasure all over my body.
I woke up the next morning determined to let Angela have her fun with Sammie, as I had. I wouldn't broach the subject -- and certainly not admit that I'd had sex with my sister.
Sammie and Angela were laughing in the kitchen when I came in.
"Wow, were you out late!" Angela said, coming over to give me a hug. "I didn't even hear you come in -- I hope you had fun!"
"I wouldn't call drinks with co-workers fun, but I did get to know them better and I think I'm going to enjoy working here."
"That's great," Sammie said, handing me a cup of coffee. "Did you guys have a good time here?"
I saw a very slight look go between Angela and Sammie.
"We did!" Angela said. "Jenny came over and we sat by the pool and watched the sunset."
"Ah," I said, knowing that the sunset had been clothing optional.
Everything seemed perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened the night before. Angela did act a bit more cheery than usual. Was it perhaps the orgasms she'd gotten from Sammie? I felt a twinge of arousal as I thought about it.
This time it was Sammie's turn to be gone. She didn't have to travel much since selling her company for millions, but she'd stayed on as a consultant and needed to make a trip to the next city. That gave Angela and I the day to settle into our new home.
After a morning of unpacking, Angela and I met in the kitchen and fixed sandwiches together.
"I never heard from you how your time with Jenny and Kristina went," I said as we sat at the table next to each other.
"It was fun," Angela said.
She had a look on her face like she wanted to say more. I already knew from Sammie what had happened, so I decided to let her off the hook.
"I heard you had a very 'pleasurable' time," I said with a mischievous grin.
Angela's face turned red. "You know?"
I nodded. "Sammie spilled it. Listen, Angela, I'm so happy for you. You've saved yourself all this time for me -- and I'm so glad you found women that make you feel good.
"Oh, they did, believe me!"
I smiled, knowing there was more to the story, but not wanting to pressure my daughter into admitting that she too had had incestuous lesbian sex with my sister.
"And that was it, just the one night? Did you see them again?"
Angela looked at me curiously. "What do you mean, Mom?"
It was hard for me to keep it in any longer, especially since thinking about the two of them together was arousing me.
"I know your secret."
"Say what?"
"Look, Angela. Before I say anything, I want you to know that I'm not judging you. Quite the opposite in fact."
"Now you're scaring me."
I put my hand on Angela's. "Not at all, honey. It's just, and I'm a little embarrassed to say this, it's just that I came home early last night."
"Early, like how early?"
"Early enough to hear and watch you and Jenny in the shower -- along with Sammie."
Angela's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait ... what?"
I smiled a little. This was fun. "You three put on quite the show."
"Mom ... you saw me and ... Sammie ... together?"
"Mm hmm."
"And you aren't ... mad? Disgusted?"
"Should I be?"
"Well ... I guess not. Especially since ..."
"Since?"
"All right ... I'll just come out with it. Since Sammie told me about you two!"
Now was my turn for surprise. I felt the heat rise in my face. I didn't know if I felt guilty or embarrassed or both. I looked down.
"Angela ... um ... I ..."
She put her hand on mine. "See Mom? You're not the only one with a family secret. And it's okay. We have something in common now."
I looked up into her eyes, which held compassion and love.
"So ... what do we do now?" I asked.
"I don't know, Mom. I don't know. Our lives have changed so much in just the last few days. It's kind of hard to get a handle on."
We sat there silently for a few minutes, contemplating our new reality -- both having sex with Sammie.
"Are we wrong?" Angela asked finally. "Is this wrong?"
I paused and thought carefully. "I know it should be. To be honest, I'm not sure why it doesn't feel that way. Maybe it's because of our history. Maybe it's because we love and trust Sammie so much. I don't know ... but it somehow feels more right than wrong."
"For me too," Angela said, gently caressing my hand. It felt good.
"She sure is a wonderful lover," I said, watching Angela's fingers trace across mine.
"I get aroused just thinking about her," Angela said, moving slightly in her chair.
"Are you ... aroused right now?" I asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded. "And can I admit something?"
"Sure."
