Throwing herself flat, Christine raised her feet in reply. Jackie slipped the panties onto her sister’s stocking covered legs and eased them up. Christine lifted her ass and felt the now shared panties get pulled tight against her pussy.
“How’s that?” asked Jackie, pushing the soft fabric into the folds of her sister’s cunt and rubbing at her clit.
“Oh, fuck yes,” cried Christine.
Leaving her fingers in place, Jackie climbed onto the bed where Christine sank two fingers into her sister’s hairless slit as they mashed together their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Jackie slipped a hand under the shared panties and slid three fingers between the soaking wet flaps of her sister’s cunt. Christine covered the panties with her free hand and pushed her sibling’s fingers deeper still.
With mouths clamped, they tongue wrestled and finger fucked, rekindling their lust for each other. Jackie added the image of her naked son, cock in hand, watching as his mother and aunt pleasured themselves. Unaware of this, Christine was taken by surprise when Jackie started to cum, and cum hard, after only a minute or so.
The thrill of feeling her sister explode on her hand renewed Christine’s orgasm, and together they soared over cresting waves of multiple climaxes. Despite not enough air getting through to their lungs, neither would concede defeat as fingers fought pussy for supremacy.
With buckets of fluid gushing from overworked cunts, each sister pushed the other’s orgasm ever higher, sending intense sensations to the pleasure centres of their brains. Breathing hard, and with bodies covered in beads of sweat, they finally disengaged and called it a draw. Twin pussies continued to pulsate in the aftermath, Jackie’s even lulling her to sleep.
Christine eased herself up to admire her sister’s dozing body and noticed the blissed-out expression.
“We should be doing this more often,” she whispered, tracing a finger around one of Jackie’s still bra covered nipples.
Jackie mumbled a response before dropping back off. Christine, still smiling, rolled from the bed and padded into the bathroom.
…
The impact of a damp bath towel hitting her full in the face brought Jackie back to the here and now.
“What the fuck? Chris,” she cried, pulling the towel from her face and blinking against the afternoon sunlight which streamed through the window.
Christine stood in the doorway, naked, a glass of white wine in her hand. “Don’t you get enough sleep at home, Kie?”
Jackie bit her lip to stop from confessing her son’s cock was responsible. “Um. How long have I been out?”
“Long enough for me to shower, and alone I might add. Plus this is my second glass of wine.”
“Sorry, Chris, maybe I am showing my age.”
“I hope you’re not saying we’re done for the day. Because we’ve yet to sixty-nine, and you haven’t had your birthday ass fucking yet.”
Jackie’s ass twitched in memory of the very fine ass fuck Steve had given her only last night. “I’m far from done,” she assured her sister. “But could we maybe give the ass fucking a miss?”
Christine took a gulp of wine to hide her surprise. “Okay, it is your birthday after all, so what would you like to do?”
“Seeing as you’ve showered, mind if I take one?”
“No way, big Sis. I want to taste those juices we set free.”
“But you’re all squeaky clean.”
“That’s as maybe, but you’ve eaten my pussy, it’s my turn to eat yours,” replied Christine. She stepped forward, handed the glass of wine to her sister, and climbed onto the bed.
Jackie sat up, took a sip of the wine and spread her legs. Christine grabbed a spare pillow, pushed it under her sister’s lower back, then planted her face in front of Jackie’s bald cunt.
“Heck of a job you’ve done,” she observed.
“Did it in the bath yesterday, took longer than I thought.”
“What does it feel like to be completely hairless?”
“Suck it and see” giggled Jackie, humping her pussy closer to her sister’s lips.
Christine planted kisses onto the naked flesh before letting her tongue roam over the smooth expanse, avoiding the slit and clit she so wanted to lick and suck.
Millimetre by millimetre she edged closer to the prize, lips making the lightest of contact with Jackie’s eager pussy, and coming within a hair’s breadth of sucking on her clit, which was screaming for attention.
Jackie fought the urge to pull her sister’s face hard into her cunt and have it sucked and tongued to heaven. Something she knew Steve, her son, would be doing by now. But that was the difference between being licked by a woman. A man might know where all the triggers were, but only a woman knew what every little touch felt like.
As she teased her sister’s cunt, Christine fingered her own pussy and contemplated switching to a sixty-nine. Instead, she continued to give Jackie a slow build to the series of birthday orgasms she knew her sister loved.
By the time Christine’s lips and tongue were fully engaged with Jackie’s pussy, the sisters had relaxed enough to enjoy themselves without bucking their bodies like wild animals. Jackie tried to banish the memories of fucking her son, but that shifted her attention to the sensations flowing through her pussy. She drained the wine glass and placed it on the bedside table.
“Climb up here where I can suck on your clit,” she demanded, tugging on Christine’s upper arm.