Leave the room

Erin stared at her sister silently for a long time. Gretchen had no idea what thoughts were going through her head. Angry? Sexy? Nervous?

Finally Erin spoke, still in a whisper. "I think we should..."

Gretchen knew her sister well enough to know this tone. This was serious Erin speaking. And Gretchen feared that what would come next was the word "stop" or something equivalent. She'd gone too far and blown her chance. She feared that er seduction skills had failed.

"I think we should..." Erin repeated. Gretchen waited to see what came next. "I think we should... open another bottle of wine."

Gretchen smiled. That was a surprise and a good sign. Something was happening and Erin was giving in. She just knew she needed a little more help, and wanted it. Gretchen rose.

"No," Erin interjected. "I'll get it." She sat up, clearly shaken, clearly out of breath, her head spinning a bit. Looked around the room, found the way to the kitchen and disappeared. And Gretchen waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And Erin didn't return. Not after five minutes. Not after ten. And Gretchen grew curious. Did Erin leave the house? Go to her room? Was the wine just an excuse to be removed from the situation? Every possible problem floated through Gretchen's head.

Then fell away as she walked the hall to the kitchen and stepped over Erin's short shorts, discarded on the floor.

As she entered the kitchen, Gretchen found that her sister never made it to the wine cabinet. Instead she stood in her shirt and panties, on her tip toes, against the kitchen island, slowly thrusting her hips into it, slowly rubbing her crotch against the corner.

Gretchen would have smiled, had she not been so immediately turned on. "Erin..." she said softly as she walked up behind her sister.

"Don't!" Erin shot back. "Don't look at me." And Gretchen stopped. "Just... just sit over there and don't look." Erin said.

And Gretchen obeyed, finding a seat in a kitchen chair, turning it away from her sister.

"Now tell me..." Erin went on rubbing her crotch into the island counter. "Tell me about you and Daddy."

Gretchen hesitated. She knew she couldn't lie about this one. Not if she planned to eventually include Daddy in this fun, which she did. He'd deny it immediately. "There's nothing between me and Daddy" she said honestly. "It's just a fantasy."

And either the reality didn't get through to Erin or she just didn't care. She repeated herself. "Tell me about you and Daddy."

So Gretchen nodded, wondering how furiously her sister was rubbing her crotch on the table now and started to make it up.

"I'd go into his room in the middle of the night." She said "Wearing just a long t-shirt and panties. And I wake him up."

"Yes...." Erin was filled with anticipation.

"And I say to him... 'Daddy, you always say I look just like mommy did at my age.' and he'd nod and say 'Your mother was a beautiful woman' and I'd say 'And you fell in love with her right away.' 'Yes' he'd answer" Gretchen was doing her best to stay composed herself, though she knew where this story was going and started to long for it to be true. She started to long to see how her little sister was reacting to it as well.

She went on. "And I'd say 'And you fell in lust with her too.' and he'd stay quiet so I'd keep saying 'You wanted to make love to her right? And you say she looked just like me.' and he'd answer with such a whisper just the word 'Yes' and then I crawl into bed with him, our faces are right next to each other and he kisses me, long and deep, his tongue finding it's way into my mouth. Then when we finish kissing I turn away from him, so he's spooning me and I say 'Call me Janet.' and he says 'Call me Daddy.' Then I feel his hands reach down between my legs and pull down my panties and spread my thighs. And I feel his amazing manhood push itself into me..."

Erin let out a long deep groan and Gretchen lost her train of thought, so seduced herself by her story. Finally she turned to look at her sister.

Erin was pushing her crotch deep into the corner of the counter, her panties covered in wetness, the counter covered in wetness. Tears streamed down her face.

Concerned, Gretchen walked up and brushed a brown curl from away from her little sister's face. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't..." Erin's voice trembled as she stared deeply into her big sister's eyes. "I don't want to be a slut."

Gretchen felt sad for her sister, concerned at the place she'd lead her. And wanted nothing more than to comfort her. "It's okay hon." She said, "You're not going to be a slut. You're still going to be you. But you're going to experience pleasure like you've never...."

Suddenly Gretchen was on the kitchen floor, her head flying, unsure what had happened. As her eyes came back to her she looked up to see her sister above her staring down, her curly hair falling into her own face. 'It's happening' she thought, just moments before Erin pressed her lips onto hers.

The two sisters tore at each other's clothes like animals. Almost immediately, Gretchen's sweater was over her head and on the floor. Erin's shirt was plucked off just as quickly, her bra practically ripping off in the process. And there were Erin's beautiful breasts exposed for her sister to behold. Gretchen barely noticed at first. Her fingers were down deep in Erin's panties making her sister pant like she'd never heard before.

Then the two girls spun over, with Gretchen on top and Erin clawed at her sister's jeans. Gretchen helped a bit, finally making the button pop, the zipper yank down as Erin tried to pull them down. Gretchen stood and pulled them off, one leg at a time. Then as her little sister stared up at her nearly nude body with total attention, Gretchen pulled off her bra and slid down her panties.

A sense of utter joy ran over Gretchen as she heard Erin gasp at the first sight of her bald pussy. Erin squeezed her sister's legs and Gretchen took a good first note of her sister's small but excited breasts. They looked very much like hers.

"I don't...." Erin tried to say, overwhelmed by the moment, staring up at her big sister. "don't know what to do... I've never been with..."

"Shhhh" Gretchen was calming and comforting. She turned around and got on all fours above her sister, setting them up for a sixty-nine. Then staring directly at her sister's crotch, pulled down the girl's wet panties exposing her light brown bush and glorious young slit. "Lick." She said.

And the two sisters ate into each other. Gretchen buried her face in Erin's crotch, feeling her sister's bush tickle her chin as Erin leaned up her head and began running her tongue along the edges of Gretchen's pussy lips. The sensation was amazing. And Gretchen knew that her sister was a natural pussy eater.

Gretchen grinded her hips down toward her sister's face and finally Erin shoved her tongue side of her. Gretchen's body filled with fire, and she buried her face even deeper in her sister's crotch, her tongue flicking powerfully against Erin's clit. Erin, in response, wrapped her well-made thighs around her sister's head.

And the girls thrusted and ate into one another, as if they were one circular being, convulsing on the floor, the kitchen tile and their mouths getting covered with each other's juices.

This was a sexual experience, Gretchen thought. With each lap at her twat, she heard a groan in the distinct voice of her sister, muffled from being pressed against her own tight cunt.

They went at it for what seemed like all night, but probably wasn't, until for one moment, Erin relented, pulled her face from Gretchen's twat, laid it on the floor and began to convulse, screaming, howling at the top of her lungs like a mad person. Gretchen, filled with pride, kept lapping at her sister.

It was a fine orgasm. Greater than any Gretchen had had recently with Professor Klein and her slaves. In fact, for a moment Gretchen had forgotten all about her professor and slaves. She only cared about this moment. She'd thought that if she had to give up her professor for her sister, she could, she'd be willing.

But she wouldn't have to. She could have both... and Daddy. As Gretchen rolled off her naked sister she remembered that this was just getting started.

Erin laid unmoving, breathing deeply, her mouth covered with her sister's juices. Gretchen flipped herself around and planted a wet kiss on Erin's mouth.

"When does Daddy get home?" She asked. And Erin smiled. Gretchen continued. "'Cause I have a plan."