For everyone who was waiting on this third installment, I'm sorry about the delay. I've had a wicked case of writer's block that finally seems to be gone, for anyone who didn't, feel free to check out parts 1 and 2 if you like this one. Thanks again for all your suggestions and comments. They really mean a lot. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3: The Best Laid Plans...
"I could fuck you all night." Trisha said as she knelt up and squeezed Rachel's smallish breasts tenderly.
Her sister tilted her head mischievously and responded in perfect time.
"What, you got somewhere to go?"
Indeed she didn't. The sisters fucked twice more that night; Trisha donning the strap-on one more time, in their parents' bed no less, before they fell asleep together there.
The next day was Sunday. With their parents not due back from the Cape until Monday afternoon, the girls decided the much-needed house cleanup could wait 'til the next morning. Instead they planned on a lazy day of rest and relaxation, if they could fit it in around the sex, of course.
They found it incredibly difficult, and ultimately pointless, to keep their hands off one another. They were like two newlyweds in their first home, breaking-in every room of the house. From Rachel eating Trisha out on the dining room table soon after they woke, to the younger girl again fucking her beautiful sister with her strap-on out by the pool late that night; barely an hour went by that the Brooks girls weren't engaged in some wicked form of lovemaking.
When Dan and Sara returned home late that Monday afternoon, they found everything in perfect order. Not only was the house was spotless, but the girls had even made them a nice dinner. Everything was a bit too perfect, their parental intuition hinted, but they decided not to question a good thing.
Little did they know that if they had come home just a half an hour earlier, they would have found Rachel naked on the kitchen table; legs splayed wide with Trisha leaning over her, finger-fucking her and sucking passionately on her tits. But life is all about timing and instead they were sitting down at that very table, eating a cozy dinner with their daughters. The girls seemed to have a subtle, yet perceptible glow about them that both parents registered, but neither consciously.
Over the course of the next few days the girls struggled to play it cool, but that was becoming increasingly difficult for both of them. Since Sara worked out of the home, there was barely a moment they could steal in private. As a matter of consequence, save for a few stolen kisses, they were unable to indulge in their newfound desires. By Thursday afternoon, their frustration was beginning to boil over.
It was early that afternoon and Rachel was sitting at the kitchen table with Sara. Mother and daughter were going over possible course selections for the following semester. As they pored over a list of class requirements, Rachel caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. Trisha had silently slipped into the adjoining dining room, wearing only her treacherous, white bikini. The brunette held her index finger over her mouth, in an appeal for silence, when her sister caught sight of her.
The older girl feigned attention but carefully stole glances over her mother's shoulder to see what Trisha was up to. Rachel's eyes widened a moment later as her sister began to squeeze her voluptuous breasts tightly. The blonde caught herself staring perhaps a second too long and quickly returned her eyes to the glut of carefully arranged papers on the table.
She hastily picked out a somewhat detailed course description and asked Sara what she thought. As her mother began to read, Rachel returned her careful stare to her sister. Trisha promptly pulled the cups of her bikini down and hooked them beneath her heavy breasts. Rachel stared in wonder at her sister's seemingly fearless display, just ten feet or so from their mother's back.
Trisha continued to smile and stare as she played with her beautiful, bare tits for a long minute; relishing the fused look of disbelief and lust in her older sister's eyes. The brunette then slowly trailed her right hand down her taut stomach and into her bikini bottom. Rachel kept shooting nervous glances back at her mother to make sure she was still reading, but her attention couldn't stray from Trisha for long.
The blonde watched anxiously the form of her sister's hand beneath her bikini bottom as it worked her pussy deliberately. Rachel became aware of her own pussy heating up as she and Trisha's eyes met. The brunette's sly smile had disappeared. It had instead been replaced with a look that Rachel wasn't able to name, but whose message was singular and clear.
"Rachel, I asked you a question. You're not even paying attention, are you?"
Rachel snapped her semi-trance and returned her focus to her mother.
"Oh... sorry, Mom." She managed to stutter nervously. She could feel her hands shaking as her peripheral vision teased her with a blurred vision Trisha's tantalizing movements.
"You know, you should know by now to take this kind of stuff more seriously. You'd better be past daydreaming if you expect to..."
Rachel lowered her head as Sara admonished her. She shifted her eyes rapidly between her mother's face and Trisha, who had pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her beautiful cunt. The brunette had also pulled her hand from her pussy and was standing with one hand on her hip, wagging her glistening index finger with an angry pout, mocking their mother's stern reprimand.
Rachel tried hard not to laugh and refocused her attention on Sara as Trisha returned her bikini to it's proper place. The younger girl then made like she had just walked into the room and went right over to the refrigerator. She pulled a bowl of salsa she had made the night before out of the fridge and dipped her finger in.
"Hey Mom, tell me if you like the taste of this."
The older girl watched in astonishment as Trisha pushed her fingers, which only a minute ago had been buried inside her pussy, towards their mother's mouth. Sara turned her head away to refuse but as she began to laugh, her daughter slipped two fingers into her mouth. Trisha stared down at Rachel as she slowly pulled her fingers out.
"Patricia Ann! You are a nut! Do you know that?" Sara laughed before continuing.
"Mmmmm but that is delicious."
"I knew you'd like it, Mom." Trisha replied with a clever, knowing smile.
Rachel sat there in total disbelief, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The past few days had been torture; being around Trisha all the time but unable to be with her. But now with this suggestive introduction, her sense of desire was overloading.
"Well I'm gonna go for a swim. Anyone care to join me?" Trisha asked with a deliberate false innocence.
"No honey, you go ahead. Your sister and I still have some work to do here, that is, if I can get her to concentrate for a few minutes."
Trisha giggled before responding sarcastically.
"Good luck."
