“I’ve told you, they’re sopping wet and not just with our cunt juice. If you’re worried, we can rinse them out and you can take them home still damp.”
Unseen by her sister, Jackie frowned. She had wanted to take the panties home to Steve, but damp from their mingled pussy fluids, not freshly laundered. “Keep them, I’ll have them the next time I see you.”
“Can’t promise I won’t wear them in the meantime.”
“Bitch,” cried Jackie, landing a swat on her sister’s incapacitated leg.
“Cow,” replied Christine, taking a swing of her own but missing.
The altercation degenerated into a series of flailing arms, batting at each other’s naked bodies, until what little energy they’d recovered was used up.
“I love you, Kie,” sighed Christine.
Jackie planted a kiss on the ankle that lay next to her face. “I love you too, Chris.”
From somewhere a mobile phone started to ring and Jackie renewed her effort to escape, asking, “Is that Kim, calling?”
Christine waved a dismissive arm. “Can’t be, my phone is downstairs.”
“The sound is coming from downstairs!”
Twisting her head, Christine looked out through the wide-open bedroom door. “Oh, yeah. I must have left it open when I came back from my shower.”
The phone continued to ring.
“Aren’t you going to answer?” cried Jackie in panic.
“If it’s Kim, she’ll send a text.”
“What if she’s calling from the car?”
“She probably is.”
“And what if the car is outside?”
“Oh? I hadn’t thought of that.”
Jackie forced herself free and grabbed up her bra. “You get under the covers, I’ll jump in the shower.”
The phone stopped ringing and Jackie froze in the doorway. They both listened for the sound of a car door or a key in the latch. When neither came, Christine threw a pillow at her naked sister.
“Go start that shower and stop panicking. I’ll check the phone before I join you.”
Jackie gave her sister an apologetic grin before padding down the landing and into the bathroom. Christine rolled to the edge of the bed, her tits slapping together. She used the headboard to pull and push herself onto her still shaky legs, threw on a robe, and stumbled her way down.
The phone lay abandoned on the hall floor and took some effort to retrieve. Unlocking the screen, she pulled down the notifications. A missed call from Kim but no message. The phone pinged. ‘Hi, Mum, back in thirty,’ flashed up on the screen.
“We’ve got half an hour,” Christine called out.
Unsure if Jackie could hear, Christine hauled her way back up. She found her sister in the shower, furiously soaping her body.
“What did you say?” asked Jackie after Christine repeated the message.
“I said, Kim will be back in half an hour.”
“Then get in here and wash my back.”
“Only if you promise not to play grab ass, we don’t have time.”
Christine dropped the robe and joined her sister, who pushed her ass back in invitation. It got slapped away by Christine before she took up washing Jackie’s back.
Just as Jackie resigned herself to their fun being over, Christine pushed her big tits against her sister, reached around her hips and grabbed her pussy with both hands. Unable to escape, but not sorry she was trapped, Jackie spread her legs to allow full access.
Christine buried the fingers of one hand into Jackie’s cunt and found her clit with the other. Soon she had her sister bucking and jerking against her fingers as she took sweet revenge for how Jackie had driven her insane with her lips and tongue.
The water continued to cascade over their naked bodies as Jackie rode out multiple orgasms through gritted teeth. When Christine eased off the onslaught she had to keep hold to stop her sister from sliding to the floor.
“Who’s legs don’t work now?” asked Christine.
“Mine, you bitch. I’ll not be walking straight for hours.”
“Then you’d better think of an excuse, because I’ll be dressed and downstairs before Kim gets back. Will you?”
With that, Christine let go of her sister, who had to hang on to the shower rail. Jackie could only watch as Christine stepped out of the shower and grabbed a clean towel on her way out of the bathroom.
Jackie was still towelling herself dry when a hand reached around the bathroom door and dropped something into the laundry basket. On closer inspection, it turned out to be Christine’s black lace panties from earlier. Jackie went to drop the lid, then had a wicked thought. If she couldn’t take Steve her new panties soaked with his aunt’s cum, then how about his aunt’s panties soaked with hers.
Having pulled on the discarded panties, Jackie rubbed the crotch between her still slick pussy lips. She managed to get dressed and stagger down before Kim’s return, finding her sister sitting at the kitchen table, a coffee in her hands.
Christine held up the steaming mug and asked, “Want one?”
“Two sugars, please, I need the energy,” replied Jackie, crashing into the seat opposite.
“How are your legs?” asked Christine as she got up to fetch the coffee.
“Just about working, though don’t ask me to run a marathon anytime soon.”
“We did go at it hard,” sniggered Christine, then added more wistfully, “And it’s been a while, I’ve been crawling the walls waiting for you to call.”
“Sorry, Chris, but Steve’s working hours match mine and on the weekends he hangs around the place like Billy No-mates.”
“I’ve got a similar problem with Kim. She does go out, but it’s so random it’s impossible to make plans.”
With that, the front door opened and in breezed Kim.
“Mum?” she called.
“We’re in the kitchen, Hun.”
Kim entered the kitchen, a wide smile on her face. “Hi, Aunt Jackie. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you, Kim” replied Jackie, who found herself dragged to her feet to accept a big hug from her niece.
“Have a good time?” asked Kim, breaking the hug before grabbing her mother’s coffee and downing it in one.
“Lunch was just lovely,” Christine replied. She passed Jackie her coffee then poured herself a fresh one.
“And the shopping? What did you buy?”
“Just some window shopping,” dismissed her mother.
“Oh, I thought, as it’s Aunt Jackie’s birthday, you’d want to give her something extra special.”
Kim looked at her aunt to gauge her reaction. Jackie dropped her eyes to the table and mumbled, “I, er, told your mother I would wait until the party.”
“That’s good,” replied Kim. “Because I’ve something special in mind that I’d like to give you.”
Jackie, her face still flushed, looked up at Kim. “There’s no need, my Dear, I’ve got everything I could ever want.”
Kim grinned at her aunt. “I’m sure you have, but there’s always room for something new and different.”
“Just don’t go spending all your money,” countered Jackie.
“I won’t, I promise. Happy birthday again.”
Kim gave her Aunt Jackie a light kiss on the cheek, then turned and dashed upstairs.
Jackie took a swig of her coffee. “Well, she seems happy.”
“She does, doesn’t she?” pondered Christine.
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Not that I know of. And not that she’d tell me if she did.”
“Her tits are big enough to have boys kicking down the door.”
“Things are different these days. It’s the girls who call the shots.”
“What about friends?”
“She’s pally with a couple of girls who I think might be lesbians, but these days that doesn’t mean anything, does it?”