This part runs parallel to Part 3, but follows the afternoon of Jackie’s birthday from her point of view before merging back into a single timeline. I should warn you, this story contains lesbian action between sisters, including some anal play. As ever; All sex acts, be they described herein, or otherwise alluded to, took place when the participants were over the age of eighteen.
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Leaving Steve, her son, with a throbbing erection and a pile of her sex encrusted panties to launder, Jackie climbed into her car. Despite all the fucking she’d indulged in with her son, the thought of an afternoon of sapphic pleasure with her sister, Christine, sent her pussy twitching with excitement.
During the twenty-minute drive, Jackie compared her two incestuous relationships. Living with her son left them free to indulge in sex as often as they wanted, whereas time with her sister was confined to those moments they could steal from their busy lives.
Last year they’d expected Christine’s youngest, Kim, to leave for university, giving them more opportunities. Instead, Kim had opted for the nearby Drama College and continued to live at home. Then, six months ago, Steve’s marriage had failed, forcing him to move back in with Jackie. As a result, the sisters sexual activities had been severely curtailed.
Jackie parked behind Mancini’s Restaurant and pondered what, if anything, she should tell Christine about fucking her son. She looked down at the sapphire ring, a birthday gift from Steve. It looked good against her wedding band but people may assume it to be from her dead husband. The precious gift had been placed there when she and Steve were playing husband and wife. Now they were back to being mother and son she wanted the gift to be seen and commented on. Before heading in, the ring got swapped to the third finger of her right hand.
Waiting inside was Christine, wearing a wraparound dress which emphasised her hourglass figure and showcased her impressive cleavage. Getting up, she pulled Jackie into a breast crushing hug.
“Happy Birthday, Sis,” said Christine, planting a kiss on Jackie’s lips which, despite its brevity, sent a tingle to both their pussies.
Jackie pulled her sister closer, mashing their pubic mounds. “Thank you, Chris. Have you been waiting long?”
Christine flashed her eyes. “Here, just five minutes, but much longer for a chance to go ‘shopping’.” (‘Shopping’ being their codeword for a sexual encounter.)
“I’m more sorry for the latter,” Jackie apologised.
“Yes, well, let’s not dwell on that. Today’s your birthday, and I plan on making it a memorable one.”
They broke the hug, each brushing a hand across the other’s ass before sitting at their favourite table.
Jackie smiled and flashed her sister the new ring.
“Wow. Is that real?”
“Sapphire and diamonds on a platinum band.”
Christine grabbed the hand for a closer look. “Been spoiling yourself?”
Jackie looked hurt. “It was a birthday gift from Steve.”
“Your Steve? I thought he was broke?”
“It’s one ring, Chris, and it’s not as if he’s unemployed.”
“Did it come in a box?”
Jackie was beginning to feel peeved. “No, it fell out of a cracker. Of course it came in a box.”
Christine squeezed her sister’s hand. “Sorry Kie, I wasn’t casting aspersions, I just wondered where he got it.”
Unable to stay mad at her sister, Jackie relaxed. “The box said, Richard Aber… something-or-other?”
“Richard Abernathy?” Christine asked, her eyes growing wide in surprise.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“What did Steve do?”
“Do?” Jackie asked, trying not to think of any of the many things her son had done to her body.
Christine drew a breath. “Abernathy is an artisan jeweller, and his work does not come cheap. It’s where wives send husbands when they’ve messed up big time and need to do some serious apologising.”
“By buying them a ring?”
“Ring, earrings, bracelet, necklace, or a combination of all four. Depends on the depth of hole the husband is trying to get out of.”
“Except Steve isn’t my husband, he’s my son.” Jackie added a laugh to cover the lack of distinction their fucking made.
“Well, he’s hardly your boyfriend, and they make up the rest of Abernathy’s clients,” retorted Christine.
Jackie frowned. “What do boyfriends have to apologise for?”
“Apart from the fact most are useless, nothing.”
“Then why would they need to buy a ring?”
Christine’s eyes rolled at her clueless sister. “To propose with, silly!”
The image of Steve on his knees, with the ring in his hands, flooded Jackie’s mind. She struggled not to blush and failed.
Christine, aware she’d embarrassed her older sister, and on her birthday, changed tack. “The ring is beautiful, Kie, and Steve told me how much he appreciates what you’ve done for him. Taking you to the Yew Tree Restaurant for your birthday was a sign of that. You are lucky to have a son like Steve.”
Jackie’s expression morphed to one of a proud mother.
Before the conversation could resume, Giovanni, the owner, interjected. “Miss Jackie, Miss Christine. It is so nice to see you both.”
“Thanks, Gio. Today’s Jackie’s birthday,” replied Christine.
“But of course, but of course. Miss Jackie’s is the end of the Summer, and yours, the start of Spring. Congratulations, Miss Jackie.”
“Thank you, Gio.”
Gio gave a bow, then straightened. “Dare I suggest one of our new dishes, or are you keeping to the usual.”
“The usual, please,” they replied in unison.
“My pleasure, ladies, and thank you,” Giovanni replied before turning on his heels.
‘The usual’, when it came, consisted of one plate of clams, cooked in a white wine sauce and served on a bed of squid ink spaghetti. The other, a bowl of linguine, topped with a salsa cruda. All washed down with a glass of prosecco. By habit, the sisters would feed each other from their plate. Any who noticed, Giovanni was one, would think nothing beyond the cuteness of two sisters sharing their food.
As the meal progressed, Jackie noticed her sister had downed the prosecco and was well ahead on eating her share. “What’s the rush, Chris?”
“Sorry, Kie. Kim’s gone to see some friends but couldn’t confirm when she’d be back, so we’re on the clock.”
“Oh, Chris. What if she comes back too early?”
“She’s in the habit of phoning, so we’ll get advance notice.”
“Are you sure she won’t forget to call?”
Christine chuckled. “Not my Kim, she’s good like that. Now if it were Charlotte, that girl can be a scatterbrain. Remember the time she came home unexpected and caught you in the shower.”
“And you were naked in bed, still recovering.”
Christine cringed at the memory. “To explain, you told her I’d been ill after drinking too much wine. She still tells the story of how I got drunk during the day and was sick over you. She never realised there was no vomit on your clothing.”
“How is Charlotte doing?”
“She’s doing well in her job and dating the boss’s son, but no sign of them getting serious and I worry he thinks of her as just a piece of office fluff.”
Jackie reached across and squeezed her sister’s hand. “I wouldn’t worry too much, Chris. My Steve was married at her age, and that turned to crap. Let her take all the time she needs.”