Kissing and Touching

After a very hot and very thorough shower you are smelling better than you had in years. Because you had expected to be home tonight you hadn't brought any toiletries so you had to use your sister's flowery soap and shampoo. Using your finger and some toothpaste you scrub your teeth clean then rinse out your mouth with minty mouthwash. Wiping the steam from the mirror you brush your short hair.

Beyond the door you could hear easy listening instrumental music playing, Kenny G perhaps, and the crackle and pop of a fire. Grace was trying to set the mood. Once more you prickle at the weird scenario, your little sister was soon going to see you naked and getting it on with another woman, but your half aroused cock evinced your true feelings. You check yourself one last time then cinch the big towel around your waist and head back out into the main room.

The place had been transformed. The blinds were all drawn, though the chances of anybody peeking in the windows out here was near zero, and the lights had been dimmed way down. Thick round scented candles were placed here and there permeating the room with hints of lavender. The fire flickered and filled the room with a pleasant heat. As she had said she would do the hide-a-bed was set out and piled with extra blankets and pillows. On the coffee table set out with exacting care was a pitcher of water, glasses, a box of tissues, a couple of condoms, and a small bottle of lubricant.

Chantal sat on the bed patiently, arms back behind her and her long slim legs crossed, obviously amused by all the fuss Grace had gone to. She was back in her shirt, skirt, and stockings though you could see she wasn't wearing a bra.

Grace steps forward, her wide eyes look you up and down. "What do you think?"

"Very nice."

She nods and tears her eyes off of you. She looks around the room quite proud of the atmosphere she had created. "Doesn't Chantal look good? I had her sit like this on purpose." Her eyes search your face. "She's looks sexy...I think."

"Very sexy." You say as you settle into the armchair facing the bed. You note both Chantal and Grace glance down under your towel, your sister's eyes hovering just a bit longer. "You should kiss her Grace."

Her eyes go wide as saucers and even in the dim light you can see her cheeks burn with an intense blush. "Oh! Uhhh...I just wanted...uhhh..."

Chantal shoots you an understanding wink before looking to Grace. "Ya can't just sit back and ask questions Gracey. Ya need ta...feel it to understand it." She pats the bed beside her. "Why don't you come sit here Sugar."

Your little sister fidgets and backs up a half step as she stammers. "Uhm...oh dear...maybe you two...uhh..."

You say in a deep soothing tone, trying to calm her nerves with your steady voice. "It's okay Grace. Go ahead. You'll like it, I promise."

Her eyes dart back and forth between you. She hadn't been expecting to be put on the hot seat so quickly.

Chantal rubs her hand along the blankets. "If I'm understanding everything...you're a virgin Gracey?"

Grace nods.

"You ever kissed anyone? I mean a real kiss, not like family."

Grace shakes her head.

"Okay. We'll go nice and slow. However you want. Come on baby, just...sit. Come here Gracey."

Chantal was being incredibly understanding. There was no judgment in her soft alluring voice. It made you wish that you'd had such a gentle partner for your first kiss with a girl.

While your sister was beside herself in bashful embarrassment it was easy to see that she wanted this. She was enjoying this. Not only was your presence not a hindrance for her, it actually seemed to give her confidence. Her brown eyes kept darting your direction seeking response and input. You slowly nod, letting her know everything was okay.

Apprehensively Grace puts one foot in front of the other, each step a tiny triumph of will over fear. The final step is taken quickly and she seats herself beside Chantal. There was a look of flustered yet excited victory in your sister's face. She looks at you for support and again you nod.

"Okay Sugar, now..."

To the surprise of both Chantal and I Grace turns 90 degrees to face her and plants both her small hands onto the black girl's tits!

"Oh!" Chantal laughs. "Okay then."

Grace wasn't done. She then slips her hands up Chantal's loose shirt to grope her directly. Grabbing the hooker's small breasts she leans up kisses her hard on the mouth. It was all as clumsy as you would expect from a virgin, body tense and lips puckered shut as lips mash together, but Chantal goes with the flow. Sliding her arms around your sister she holds her in a loose embrace and lets Grace do her thing.

The kiss parts but the groping continues. You watch your sisters hands move and knead under the street walker's shirt as she fondles the girl. She studies Chantal's face as she does so.

"Does this feel good?" She whispers.

"Mmm, a little lighter baby."

You see the fondling ease up.

"There ya go."

Grace kisses her again, and again. She presses her tongue into Chantal's mouth in a way that made it clear she knew the concept of french kissing but not the technique. At this point Chantal takes over. Taking your sister in a more assured embrace she leans back into her, giving her a proper open mouthed kiss as she does so.

"Mmmmm!" Grace moans.

Both of them were dressed and all they were doing was kissing...but this had to be the hottest fucking thing you had ever seen! Your towel was already tenting from your hard manhood. You arrange the towel to make it less obvious then settle back to enjoy the show.

They continue to make out, their tongues swirl and their soft wet lips smack. Grace continues to grip Chantal's tits as Chantal's hands start to glide over Grace's wool sweater covered torso.