This is Part 06 of an ongoing series, a collaboration between me and the real-life Penny. To provide background and context, you should read the earlier parts before this one, especially parts 01 and 02.
Part 06
What's that old saying? When the cat's away, the mice will play? Well, when the boys are away, so will the girls.
I'd been looking forward to this week for months. My hubby, and my sister Marina's hubby, had booked a two-centre trip to the north - two days fishing near Darwin, and two days golf at Cairns. With flights etc, they'd be away for a week, from Saturday to Saturday, leaving me six whole days for girly fun.
I had invited Marina to join me for the week, and to bring her two daughters, Connie and Zena. We had already talked excitedly several times about it, including the opportunity for some "woman of the world" enlightenment and education of the two girls, who were both still early in their sexual awakenings. Zena, now 20, had not had boyfriends, as far as we knew, and Connie (18) seemed to be following a similar path.
Marina had already wondered whether Zena, could be gay, since she seemed to show more interest in girls than boys, but she hadn't managed to have "the big chat" with her yet. Not that it would be a problem. Marina has said many times that she wants her daughters to be free to experience life more than she did, and that includes embracing and enjoying their sexuality in whatever form it takes. I suspected we would get to know much more about that before this week was over.
If you have read part two of this story, you will know that Marina had already opened up to her bisexual side -- "the bi-seal was broken" -- and that Zena had already been a little flirty with me. Connie was an unknown quantity as the week approached, but I was 100% sure that was about to change. She was about to get the benefit of her mother and her aunt's collective experience.
I realise that some people will think that a mother and an aunt physically acquainting their daughters/nieces with sex is wrong and immoral, hence this story having to be posted in a separate "taboo" category, but I don't hold to that view. Provided there is no inappropriate coercion or exploitation, and as long as the daughters/nieces are "consenting adults" I don't see why there should be any taboo at all. Of course, that doesn't extend to the male side of the family though. That's a whole different thing and I've no comment to make on it.
SATURDAY
Hubby was very excited about the trip, even though his companion (Marina's husband) was not exactly top-drawer company. He seemed quite grateful for having the opportunity for a whole week of fishing and golf though. Little did he know what a golden opportunity it was for me, too.
Marina and family arrived a little late in the afternoon, and I dashed off to drive the boys to the airport, leaving the girls to settle in, unpack etc.
We made the flight with only minutes to spare, and I waved them off and returned to the car, rubbing my hands with glee. Driving back, my hormones were going crazy as I fantasised about the sexual situations that might play out in the next six days.
I thought about the pool. Summer was arriving and there would be lots of opportunities for spending time in and around the pool, swimming and sunbathing. Maybe topless... maybe nude. Mmm.
When I got back, Marina and I cooked up a moussaka with Morel mushrooms. It's a traditional favourite of ours, and both Connie and Zena adore it. They were very excited, hovering around as we cooked, like they couldn't wait. They have both already learned how to make this dish, but they left it to their mother and me on this occasion because, well, too many cooks, y'know.
After we'd eaten, we changed into something more comfortable -- our dressing gowns (bathrobes or whatever you call them). In fact, Marina's was more like a kimono, made of a beautiful rich-patterned silk. It did nothing to hide the prominence of her nipples, a fact that certainly wasn't lost on me or, I suspect, on her daughters either.
Connie and Zena were sat on the couch opposite me, and it was interesting to compare and contrast them. Zena was definitely the more curvy of the two, with luscious big breasts that combined my bustiness with her mother's eye-popping nipples. Her robe was barely adequate to contain them, and wholly inadequate to conceal them. I loved the way that, despite their size, they sat quite high on her chest, making them even more prominent. Ah, the beauty of youth.
Both Zena and Connie's robes were cut quite short, revealing that they both have lovely shapely legs, very tanned from spending time in the sun, and very smooth and fit-looking. Connie's body, overall is less womanly than Zena's. Less developed, with a hint of puppy-fat (she is only 18, after all) but very nubile. Her breasts are smaller, but very pert and firm. Both of them are very desirable, which only adds to the mystery of why no boyfriends yet.
'So, girls,' I began. 'No boys on the horizon?'
They both rolled their eyes, but it was Connie who answered, 'No way. You can't even have a decent conversation with boys my age. They just go "Ugh"' and she adopted an ape-like expression and body position, making us all laugh. I noticed Zena touched her affectionately on her leg.
'You must be getting attention though,' I said, probing.
'Yeh, some...' said Zena, looking pensive. Neither of them seemed keen to talk about it, so I let the subject drop. For now.
Much later on, after quite a few glasses of Yellow Tail Chardonnay had passed our lips, I noticed Zena and Connie nudging each other and whispering. I heard Connie say 'No, you ask her...'
I looked at them expectantly. 'Well?'