After a summer of sun and fun and sex, it was time for Vanessa to return to campus for her senior year. She hated to be separated from her brother, but they had to make the best of it. Of course, this was years before texting, face time, and even the widespread use of email and cell phones. Writing letters — a lost art — was especially dangerous, so they had to be content with the occasional salacious phone call and the even more occasional school break visit home.
A Vacation to Remember by HawkeyeTen
That Christmas break, V had hardly gotten her bags in the house when she told her mother that she had to visit a friend and off she went to Josh’s condo where they practically ripped each other’s clothes off in the race to fuck.
For his 30th birthday, Vanessa arranged for Josh a private session with a stripper. They rented a hotel suite for the occasion and for an extra five hundred dollars, the woman was willing to join them for a threesome. She never knew that she’d spent the night romping with a brother and sister.
The next year Josh started dating the woman who would become his wife and thus ended his passionate relationship with Vanessa. There was some sadness about this for both of them, but they knew it was time. A year later I came into Vanessa’s life and we soon married. While there can be much pleasure in incestuous relationships, there’s little future.
With dinner over, Vanessa and I took a long walk arm and arm on the beach. It was a beautiful evening, though the cloud cover was still thick. The tide was coming in and the waves crashed ashore with awesome thunder. We didn’t say much, just enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company and the closeness that makes our marriage so great.
Later, back at the cottage, we decided not to tip-toe over to see if Paul and Karen were at it again. Despite the nagging sensation that we would be missing yet another extraordinary encounter between mother and son, we just went to bed and curled up together, soon falling fast asleep.
I awoke the next morning — our last full day on the island — with a flash of insight that comes to me all too infrequently. I shared my diabolical idea with Vanessa, who was intrigued. About an hour later we saw Karen sitting alone on the porch of her cottage reading a paperback.
Vanessa started out in the direction of the beach, ostensibly to take a walk. Fortunately for my plan, Karen called out a greeting and waved V over. They chatted for a bit about how lovely a day it was after the rain, then Karen asked if we’d like to come over for dinner that evening since Paul would once again be out with his girlfriend. That actually played into my plan perfectly because V replied that I had to run into town that evening on business.
“Well,” said Karen with a smile, “how about just us girls?”
Vanessa gratefully agreed. It didn’t look like she was going to be able to fulfill her fantasy of doing Paul, but if nothing else she could pass a quiet evening with Karen. Who knew? Maybe Karen would try to get in Vanessa’s pants.
The truth of it was that Karen’s invitation may have been nothing more than a return kindness to our hosting them earlier in the week, but Vanessa was nonetheless nervous throughout the afternoon, worrying about her hair and clothes much more than usual, especially in the relaxed atmosphere of our little stretch of paradise. She was eager to make a good impression.
At a little after 5:00 that afternoon I got in the car and drove off, actually headed for one of the beachfront bars up the coast where I could get something to eat, watch a ballgame, and have a few drinks before sneaking back to our cottage under cover of darkness.
At 6:00 on the dot, Vanessa appeared at Karen’s door, a bottle of wine in her hand. She was dressed in a lightweight floral print cotton dress that buttoned up the front with a hemline that landed above the knee. Karen answered the door with a welcoming smile. She wore a short blue gingham skirt that showed a mile of smooth, tanned legs and a yellow polo that could barely contain her big tits.
Dinner was delicious and the conversation between the two women was light and lively.
Afterward, before clearing the dishes, they had a drink while sitting on the divan in the living room. The windows of the house were open and a freshening breeze from the ocean circulated throughout, filling the place with a briny aroma.
During a pause in the conversation Vanessa offered to help with the dishes. Karen happily assented so they cleared the table and ran some water in the sink. Karen washed and Vanessa dried while they continued to talk.
As Vanessa rinsed and stacked the last of the pans, Karen pulled the plug from the sink and let the water drain out. After drying her hands with a towel, she stepped right behind an unsuspecting Vanessa and placed her hands gently on V’s shoulders. V started a bit in surprise.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Karen said in a soothing tone. She began to gently massage V’s shoulders. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no,” V replied quickly. “It feels good.”
Karen then leaned in and softly kissed the nape of V’s neck. V shivered with pleasure. “Just relax, sweetie.”
“I…um…I-I-I…it’s just been a while,” V stammered as she tried to maintain her equilibrium.
“Since you’ve been with a woman?”
“Um hum.”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Karen whispered in V’s ear. “I know you’ll be good.”
Karen wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s waist as a light zephyr parted the lace curtains. Through half-closed eyes V could look out over the expanse of scrub and plants and see our empty cottage. Karen’s nibbling on her earlobe made her weak in the knees. Karen turned V’s head so she could plant a soft wet kiss on her mouth. Low moans escaped from both ladies as the long-simmering attraction that neither of them had expressed grew hotter.
Vanessa turned so that she and Karen faced one another. They were about the same height. The two women stood in the kitchen for several minutes, kissing deeply and running their hands over each other’s bodies. Vanessa thrilled to the feel of Karen’s big tits underneath her shirt. Running her fingers along the edge of the neckline, V could feel the lace of Karen’s bra.
When they came up for air their heads were swimming. They stood there for a long moment, still close, their foreheads touching, and their noses rubbing.
“Are feeling sexy?” Karen whispered.
“Uh huh!” V responded hoarsely.
“Do you trust me?”
Vanessa thought it was an odd question.
“Of course I trust you!”
Karen took V by one hand.
“Good. Come with me.”
Instead of going to the bedroom, where V expected them to end up after their hot kitchen make out session, Karen led her into the living room where she had V stand in the middle of the room. She stood behind V and nibbled some more at her neck and the bare part of her shoulders. To V’s surprise, Karen then brought a silk blindfold up to her face and covered her eyes.
“What’s this for?” my wife asked apprehensively.
“It’s okay. You trust me don’t you?”
“Yes,” V responded, though not altogether sure if she did.
Karen finished gently tying the blindfold at the back of V’s head, then wrapped her arms around V again and felt her up through her clothes. Vanessa was getting even more excited.