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Someone had entered the house. Oh, my God, she thought, it's Betty Sue. She's back from the hospital already.

Everything stopped. Barbara grabbed up Erik's shorts and handed them to him quickly, motioning toward the back door. Naked, his cock fully erect as it swung from side to side, slapping noisily against his thighs and belly, Erik fled through the kitchen door.

Barbara breathed deeply, patted at her clothes, and turned toward the front of the house. "I'm in here, Betts," she called "cleaning up the kitchen. Come on and eat before it gets cold."

While Betty Sue ate her broiled steak, Barbara Jean kept opening cans of beer. By the time the girls had cleaned up the kitchen and moved into the living room, they were both feeling no pain. Erik came in from the outside, where he had been playing, to say good-night and go to his room. Barbara Jean, feeling pains of regret at not having been able to get it on with the teen, dug down into her purse and pulled out her hand-rolled cigarettes.

They smoked two marijuana cigarettes in rapid concession. Betty told her about the visit, with Johan in the hospital, carefully omitting all references to Dr. William Montgomery and the disgusting thing – he was doing to that patient's pussy.

Barbara could tell that just seeing Johan had turned her sister on in much the same way that her seeing Erik's fine big cock had caused the juices to start flowing throughout her, cuntal walls. It was easy for Barbara to lead Betty into the big master bedroom and straight to bed.

Almost wordlessly, with their eyes glazed over from desire and beer, with their senses already reeling from heavy sexual sensations heightened by the excellent quality of Barbara's dope, the two sisters slowly undressed.

"Oh, Babs," Betty Sue said, taking her little sister into her warm embrace, "I've missed you so much. All these long lonely nights! I've needed you to hold, to comfort me."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Barbara said. "Me too, Betts. And you're still so beautiful. I just wish my tits were big and firm like yours, and my nipples were like yours, so pointy."

As she said the words, Barbara moved over her sister's chest, causing their tits to rub against each other, their nipples tangling in brown-tipped duels until their pulse beats matched pace and their lips ground together in a deep, passionate kiss, Barbara's tongue easily finding Betty's and luring it out to tangle and play slick, sliding, spit-blending games.

Growing more impatient, Betty Sue pushed away from her sister's tight embrace and twirled around, pulling at the bedcovers at the same time, opening the sheets in lustful invitation. "Here, Babs," she said, "get in beside me, keep me warm, just like the… the old days."

"Oh, yes," Barbara Jean said, jumping into the bed eagerly and puffing at Betty. "Here, right up against me like this." She pulled the sheet up to her waist as she twisted against Barbara Jean, the long hot length of her body coming in quick contact with her sister's fragrant skin.

Betty started their heavy kissing where they had left off earlier, and their tongues danced lustfully in each other's mouths. Betty's pussy was already so moist and ready that her legs just opened wide all by themselves, pushing tight against Babs' hip, grinding her spread lips against her flesh again and again, causing her clit to rub passionately against her moist skin.

"No, dear," Barbara said. "I know a different way. Hold still just a minute." She twisted around until she could lift her hips high off the mattress, flinging her legs wide and high and pulling them tight against her chest. "Just get between my legs and move in close. You'll be surprised how close that can be."

Betty scampered over her sister's peculiarly upturned body, looking down right into the warm wet mouth of her pussy, the delicate soft buttery tissues unfurled like the opened petals of a red rose. Then, prompted by instinct alone, she pushed her cunt right down against her sister's, their pussy lips merging in a loud, slurping cuntal kiss.

Instantly their pussy juices began intermingling and growing hotter. Betty's cuntal mouth gaped as far open as possible, her blood-filled clitoris scraping repeatedly right across her sister's larger clit. Their skin-to-skin grinding made both sisters orgasm abruptly, sending them into cum after cum, the little chain of endless pleasures tearing through their cuntal walls again and again, until both were soaking in fragrant cums.

As the aftershocks of their orgasm faded into pleasant nagging throbs, Barbara pushed herself out of her sister's enfolding arms and struggled out of the bed, leaning down to kiss Betty a warm goodnight at the same time. Then, picking up her clothes and holding them casually in one hand, Barbara Jean left the master bedroom and walked down the hallway.

Erik, hearing some peculiar noises from outside his room, decided to investigate them. He had just opened the door a crack when he saw her, in all her naked radiance, her red-blonde pussy hairs damp and tangled, her puffy cuntal lips still swollen from love's gentle kisses, her firm, uptilted tits heaving and swaying sexily.

Little wonder he experienced his first spontaneous orgasm, just from seeing her lush form.

CHAPTER THREE

For Betty Sue Swensen the morning was rather conventional, especially after the fiery lovemaking session she had participated in the night before with her own sister. She had expected to wake up singing, at the very least, love's old sweet song.

Instead, she had a hangover, brought on by drinking too much beer too late into the night, as well as from smoking some of Barbara's marijuana. Betty remembered that her sister called it "really good quality shit". Judging from the dragon-mouth coating her throat, it really was good quality shit, especially the beer.

Betty had never thought of her lesbian lovemaking with Babs as being perverted. On the contrary, it had just developed naturally between the two girls, being so close and all. It seemed to be the proper way for each of them to show how much they loved the other.

Still, Betty dragged through her chores, seeing Barbara off for lunch downtown and an afternoon of shopping. Erik, of course, was off in his own world.

As she dressed to leave for the hospital, Betty thought about how very quiet the house was, and how very much alone she was without her hanky handsome Johan to keep her safe and warm. The thought of him made her drive her car faster, and she pulled into the hospital parking lot in record time.

Walking down the hospital corridor, Betty Sue's mind was filled with her remembered vision of Dr. William Montgomery doing that incredible thing to his young woman patient. Betty Sue could not only envision the doctor eating the woman's cunt out, she could actually hear the slurping, sibilant sounds of his mouth and tongue, moving around inside the woman's gaping open cuntal lips. And, worst of all, she could even smell the fetid fragrance of the woman's juicing pussy. To one as highly moral as Betty Sue, the sight had not only been disgusting, it had been positively sinful.

Still, she had to acknowledge a vague sensation deep within her belly against the mouth of her womb where Johan's big long Nordic dick had a very special nestling place. Her cunt spasmed as that particular thought registered in her brain and, for a moment, she was sure she could actually feel Johan's incredibly big and virile member forced full-length up into her altogether too empty cunt. She pushed open the door to Johan's room and smiled.

"Betty!" he said, happy to see her. Holding his arms wide, he pulled her to him in a familiar embrace. "I thought you'd never get here. I'm bored out of my mind locked up in this room."

"Silly," Betty Sue said, kissing him warmly, then moving back and holding his right hand warmly inside both of hers, "you're not locked up in here. This is a hospital, not a jailhouse."

"I was talking to Dr. Montgomery just last night, asking him how soon I could go back to work," Johan said.