High on the Beach

June was comfortable enough with her sisters in public doing “girl stuff,” as they all called it. That’s how they’d always justified and explained it to themselves, anyway — “It’s just girl stuff!” June was never sure if “girl stuff” meant “lesbian stuff” or “girly stuff,” as in Barbies or something. Maybe it meant both? As the youngest, she didn’t always know exactly what her big sisters were thinking. Anyway, Jen was always a little more self-conscious about how they were being perceived. She preferred showing affection in private.

“No one knows, Jen,” Jess whispered comfortingly. “They just think we’re lesbos or good friends or something. Besides, it doesn’t matter! No one knows us here.”

The three sisters were on vacation together in San Francisco, a welcome relief from the brutal cold of Maine this time of year. Like all their vacations, going back quite a while, the three girls loved one another. They shared one bed. They often showered together. They swapped stories of sexual escapades. And they made each other cum quite a bit, too. Just girl stuff.

June flashed back to skinnydipping with her sisters for the first time. On the lake, they’d smoked some weed, stripped nude and jumped in the water. Once they were under the surface, wandering hands caressed and groped all three in the water. Limbs and tongues intertwined, Jen held June's legs open while Jess massaged June's pussy, making the youngest sister moan in pleasure as she extracted confessions. As the oldest, Jess led the inquisition.

“So you lost your virginity…when, exactly?”

June confessed. She told the truth for the first time in her life.

“It was Isaiah. I—I sucked his cock.”

“Isaiah? You already told us that,” Jen chimed in. “You and his girlfriend blew him out in the woods. But did you let him fuck you?”

June winced and nodded.

“And that was seriously your first time?”

June gave a sly smile, hiding her embarrassment.

Jen and Jess looked at each other. “We knew it,” Jess said. “You didn’t just suck him off with that slut.”

“I didn’t even tell Garrett that,” June admitted, biting her lip as Jess massaged her clit. She was talking about her first serious boyfriend, who believed himself to have taken her virginity. But it was her cousin Isaiah who had first penetrated her, albeit briefly.

They paddled to the beach and lay on their backs in the moonlight on their outstretched towels. Jen reached for Jessica’s pussy and they kissed. June was dragged into the fray and all three of them took turns kissing each other and running their fingers along each of their figures. Jess was the biggest, but she was hot as fuck, June thought. Jess laid on her stomach, perking her ass up for her sisters. June went down first, burying her face in her sister’s fat ass. Jess cried out as June licked her asshole. She knew Jess objected to that, but she loved pushing her big sister’s boundaries. She tongued her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Jen was masturbating on the beach, a ritual she had grown accustomed to over the years. She loved watching Jess and June pleasure one another. Jen was a little more passive. Jess and June were horny little sluts.

It started back when Jess couldn’t stop herself from masturbating in their shared room. Three sisters, one bedroom. That led to all sorts of complications. When Jessica began making herself cum in her bed late at night, Jen and June used to just listen. Then they began to watch. Jess started getting off on the exhibitionism. She ripped the covers off, nude in the moonlight, bringing herself to orgasm while her sisters watched. Eventually, June started helping her.

They had a bond. Jess considered it stronger than that of any male relationship that could be forged. She expected loyalty from her sisters. But June was always the true rebel.