During the weekend I certainly would have ample opportunity to use it and if everything went the way I hoped it would, I would be using it on my mother and sister as well. I thought about my mother with the dildo belted around her body, fucking my sister while she sucked my cunt. I remembered my sister's mouth and I knew I was destined to suck a prick and cock. From the shape of her mouth I knew she couldn't be very much like my father, but things like that may turn out all wrong.
Anyway, there was no real need to worry yet and even if my little sister would not play my kind of games I knew my mother would if guided in the right way, so I would not be without sensuous pleasures this weekend.
Rubbing my clit furiously while I thought about all this soon brought on the desired satisfying results, and I creamed over my fingers, stifling my lusty cries by biting the handkerchief I had ready to mop up my spendings.
Relieved, I went back to my seat and looking out of the window, I found by the landscape that I had arrived in familiar surroundings. Only two more stations to go and I would be home. I was full of eager anticipation for the things to come.
My parents' house was close to the station and I had written them not to bother picking me up. I just had to walk for a couple of minutes and I wanted to find out whether anything had changed in the village where I had spent my youth.
As usual in towns this size all things were exactly like they had been when I left, and I met quite a few people I knew very well. Some of the boys and girls I had played with not too long ago talked to me and in the eyes of some of them I could see they envied my present way of life. In the eyes of some of them I could also read something other than envy-especially the boys. They looked me over as if they were going to rape me right then and there if I kept talking to them any longer. But some of the girls also looked at me like that and I think some of the escapades Mary and I had had must have become known to them.
It's hardly feasible that Mary had not found herself another girl friend to do things with that she and I used to do, and she must have talked about the two of us. Well, never mind. I may yet find out about them later on, maybe have some little lovemaking with my dear Mary, if things go wrong at home. I was soon to find out how things had developed…
My three relatives were at home, awaiting my arrival and they greeted me with more enthusiasm than I had expected. Even my father was really charming and hugged me for a long time… If he had not been such a religious and severe man, wearing those somber and awful dark suits, and bearing a grim look on his face, he could have been a really handsome and charming man with his lean body and broad shoulders.
My mother had not changed very much from the way I remembered her. She still looked beautiful and her shape was marvelous for a woman her age.
But my little sister-I couldn't take my eyes from her. She was lovely, and she wasn't a little sister any longer! There wasn't very much that was little on her at all, especially her tits. They had grown into real beauties and I could hardly wait to find out what she would look like in the nude. Looking her over closely, I wondered how much she knew about the pleasures one's body can give and if I was not mistaken, she had already had some experience, but I hoped there was still something I could teach her. That has always been one of my pleasures, teaching a young girl the ways of love, teaching her all I knew, the way I had been taught-bringing her to the point where she can't go back any longer and making her desirous for creaming over and over again. And I was going to find out! That I promised myself. I wasn't going to waste any time, now that I had seen her.
That first Saturday night at home was spent really pleasantly, but as you will understand nothing of the erotic transpired, and this mainly because my father stayed in all afternoon and night. From some of the things my mother said, I seemed to understand she had taken my little hints hidden in my letter to her and sometimes I thought she was really going a bit too far for my father, but he either didn't seem to notice or didn't want to pay any attention.
We had a marvelous dinner and afterwards we watched television. For a change they had something worth watching. In fact, there happened to be a rather sexy sort of show and although my father occasionally grunted in disapproval, it was kept, on, and my mother, sister, and I thoroughly enjoyed it and it certainly brought my mind back to sex.
But if I wanted to have any sensual pleasure I had to wait till that night in bed or until tomorrow, if I managed to hold out that long, when my father went to Mass.
My old room was transformed into a bathroom, which really was a better one than the small one we had when I was still at home, so I had to sleep with my sister. Fortunately, my parents had also bought new furniture and my sister seemed to have managed to make them buy her a double bed instead of a single, so we could sleep together.
Things were beginning to look real good to me and sleeping in the same bed would certainly give me the opportunity to play some of my tricks on her. She was hardly in a position to refuse anything when I had her this close to me and I knew my capabilities when it came to seducing another female.
We went to bed late that night and Father even went so far out of his usual way as to offer us some wine to drink. I was getting quite used to drinking by now, but little Jean was feeling rather hot and she looked flushed and excited due to this unaccustomed drink.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched her undress herself with eager eyes and once more I found I could hardly call her little Jean any longer. She didn't feel embarrassed at all to undress in front of me, in fact, she seemed to take it for granted I was in her presence. After all we were sisters and had often undressed in front of one another.
Once she was naked I could really see how much she had grown into a beautiful young woman and suddenly I realized she was only two years younger than I was, which made her seventeen.
She was just as fully grown as I had been at her age and her breasts had developed into real beauties. Her cunt had the same prominent bush of hairs like I and my mother have, while her Mons Venus was of exactly the same bulging and sensuous appearance.
I was getting all hot and randy for her and I was dying to take her in my arms, but knowing my parents were still awake in the adjoining room I held myself back till they were asleep. If I wanted to start anything I had to wait till at least my father was fast asleep, because I already more or less sensed my mother was wise to me and would have loved to join us here and let herself be made love to. I don't know whether she would have done it in the presence of Jean, but if I would have had my old room I'm certain she would have joined me in no time, knowing I would be waiting for her.
During the time Jean had been undressing herself I had been too fascinated with her loveliness, so I was still sitting completely dressed when she turned around and found me completely dressed and staring at her…
“Are you not going to undress, Mitzy?” she asked, blushing delightfully. “I'm feeling a bit embarrassed, when you are still sitting there, all dressed up, and you are looking so strangely at me. Is there anything wrong?”
Without showing my own sudden embarrassment I raised myself and saying nothing I began to undress. This time it was Jean's turn to stare at me. I didn't want her to feel guilty of looking at me so I took a position where she might have had the idea I could not see her watching me, almost with hunger in her eyes.