Peg was thrilled. And she was relieved. She had been afraid that Joan wasn't thinking in the same kinky terms as she.
Peg noticed the odor of a hot, wet cunt again. This time she didn't think it was only her twat that was giving off that telltale aroma.
"It'll be fun," Peg said. "Let's do it in my room just like we used to."
Peg saw Joan smiling with the same cute devilishness that she used years ago.
The naked sisters scurried to Peg's room. Peg was out of her mind with excitement. Who knows, she thought, this might be just what I need?
The girls climbed on the bed. Peg put a few pillows against the footboard and leaned back. Joan did the same thing at the head of the bed. They looked into each other's cunts. Peg remembered how Joan had wing-like inner-lips. She had always admired Joan's twat even though Joan said that she liked Peg's more.
Joan was slouched low. With one hand she reached beneath a thigh and spread her cunt. The lips parted, and Peg could look right into the deep, dark tunnel. Then Joan put her other hand over the top of her mound with her middle finger dipping into the top of her gash.
Peg copied her sister's position. She found that looking into a cunt other than hers was more thrilling than she'd ever imagined. Both women began wiggling their middle fingers over theft clit.
"This is fun," Joan said. "And it sure beats jerking off alone."
"Do you jerk off a lot?" Peg asked.
"Sure," Joan said. "A couple of times a week I guess. I get fucked a lot, but jerking off is something else. I'll never quit."
They continued rubbing their clits. Soon their bodies were rocking from side to side and shaking. Their tits wobbled, Peg's bigger, looser tits moving slower than Joan's smaller, firmer jugs.
"You look so beautiful," Joan said to Peg.
Peg knew that her face showed signs of her bliss. She had to admit that Joan was a picture of perverted beauty, too. But the more Peg watched her sister writhing with pleasure, the more she wanted to hold her in a tight embrace. She wanted to feel Joan's tits pressing against hers. And although watching was fabulously exciting, it simply wasn't enough.
They had never touched each other when they jerked off as kids. Peg couldn't expect Joan to suggest that they do anything but watch each other now. It was up to Peg.
Ordinarily, she would be too shy to suggest something as weird as a lesbian fling with her sister. But now that she had been out of her mind with horny greed for weeks, she found the nerve. She began to climb to her knees. With her hand still at her cunt, she began to move toward her sister.
"Joan," she gasped. "Oh, Joan, I can't help myself. I need to feel you against me!"
Peg saw Joan reach out to her. Then she threw herself into the waiting arms. Suddenly, their mouths were pressing together. Theft tongues were lashing each other. Their tits touched, nipple to nipple. Then as they brought their bodies closer together, their tits crushed in a heap of softness.
"Let me do you," Joan whispered.
Peg didn't know what she meant until she felt Joan's hand creeping along her thigh toward her cunt. Then Peg took her hand from her cunt and reached for Joan's. Soon they were tickling each other's cunts. If watching each other jerking off was exciting, this was a thousand times better.
"Oh, God!" Peg sighed into her sister's mouth. "Joan, this is wonderful!"
"Yeah, we should have done this long ago."
With their fingers in each other's cunts, the girls no longer limited themselves to their cunts. Rather, they explored each other's deep caves and the ridges of their inner-lips.
Joan had a particularly exciting way of handling a cunt, and Peg was soon panting with lust. She tried to imitate Joan's finger movements, and soon Joan was crying out in rapture.
They sent their tongues into each other's mouth. Joan managed to get her free hand around one of Peg's tits. Peg knew that no one else had ever held her tit like her sister was holding it now. Peg wanted to grab one of Joan's tits, but in the position they were in that was impossible. Peg soon forgot about it, for something else was capturing her imagination. And the more she thought about it, the stronger she longed for it. Soon she was beyond control.
Peg began sliding down her sister's body. Joan's hand was pulled from her cunt as she dragged it out of reach. But Peg didn't mind. She was after the real goods. She was already kissing her way down the centerline of Joan's belly.
"Oh, Peg!" Joan gasped when she realized what her sister was after. "Ahhhhh, baby!"
Joan spread her legs wider as Peg moved between them. Peg's face was already at her hairy triangle, kissing and burrowing in the curls.
Then Peg's tongue was in her sister's cunt. She was licking it clumsily but hungrily.
"Ohhhhhhh, Peg!" Joan gasped. "Baby, I love it!"
Peg found cunt-lapping more fun than anything she'd done in a long time. The flavor that she had often licked from her fingers seemed so much better directly from the source.
At first, she merely thrashed her tongue around in Joan's pussy. But she soon became more controlled. She was learning fast. Although she was in a wild frenzy, she moved her tongue in a way that would have the maximum effect on Joan. She shoved her tongue up her sister's twat, wiggling it lazily. Then she fluttered the tip over Joan's cunt.
"Oooooooooo," Joan howled in devastated passion.
Peg reached up and grabbed her sister's tits. She found that it was a thrill to hold tits other than her own, but her brain was reeling from the cunt lapping she was giving, and the tits were merely a sidelight.
Joan began to heave her hips.
Looking up over her sister's belly, Peg saw the incredible sight of Joan in the grip of an orgasm. Joan had clamped her hands over Peg's which were still on her tits. Her face was screwed up in a beautiful expression of passion.
"Eeeeeeee!" Joan squealed. "Ahhhhhhh! I'm coming!"
Peg never dreamed that she would have her tongue in the cunt of an orgasming woman. With her sister crying in bliss, she kept her tongue fluttering over her cunt.
"EEEEEEEEEE!" Joan screamed.
Finally, Joan wiggled away from Peg's tongue. And Peg lifted her wet face, smiling at her devastated sister.
"Oh, Peg!" Joan gasped. "You did that better than any man ever has!"
Peg moved beside her sister again. She hoped that Joan would want to eat her cunt too but she wouldn't ask.
"I suppose I should do the same for you," Joan said.
"Only if you want to," Peg said.
"I do, Peg. But I've never done it before."
"Neither had I until now," Peg said.
Without saying more, Joan descended down her body. Peg thought about what they were doing. She realized that suddenly she had become a lesbian, and an incestuous lesbian at that. But she wasn't sorry. In fact, as she watched Joan getting comfortable between her spread legs, Peg was filled with glorious ecstasy – and Joan hadn't even touched her cunt yet.
Peg liked seeing her sister, usually so confident and wild, approaching her cunt with trepidation. She felt Joan's fingers on her pussy. The lips were being spread, and Peg could almost feel her sister's gaze on the tender interior of her cunt.
Peg could see Joan's face as it was poised above her cunt. Joan was looking at the slit before her, licking her lips in preparation of licking her sister's pussy. Then, slowly, Joan's face neared Peg's cunt. Peg's body stiffened as she felt Joan's tongue enter her cunt. Just as Peg had done minutes before, Joan was now probing gingerly, hesitantly.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Peg moaned in encouragement.
Joan began licking her sister's gash with more relish. Peg saw Joan's eyes closed as she began reaching farther into the cunt with an increasingly lively tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, Joan," Peg moaned. "Ummmmmm, you do this so beautifully."
Joan opened her eyes and looked up at Peg. Then her eyes closed again. Her tongue was reaching high up Peg's tunnel and exploring every crease and crevice. Now Peg's eyes closed as she enjoyed the great sensations of sexual thrill. Lifting her legs, she thrust her pussy out farther over Joan's face. Joan met her outstretched cunt.