Penny was disturbed by the churning sensations of fluid heat which seemed to inundate her little pussy all at once. As she clenched her thighs together, she was aghast to discover that the narrow crotchband of her skimpy little panties was already moist with the wetness of her own feminine lust secretions. As she clenched her legs together and squirmed incitefully against Luke's straining grasp, that moist crotchband rode up further into the lightly furred canyon of her cunt, chafing for the first time against her budding little clitoris, and igniting an entirely new set of feelings within her confused and excited young body.
Standing there in her shower, Penny felt the same renewed stirrings between her legs that she had experienced on the night before. Slowly, timidly at first, she slid one soapy hand downward along the gentle sloping curve of her belly, her fingertips seeking and finding the outskirts of her furry pubic triangle. There was another fleeting moment of hesitation, as conscience battled with need, and then the long fingers were dipping still lower, stroking the outer lips of her tingling, burning cunt with long, sensuous caresses.
Penny had no initial intention of massaging her own pussy flesh to the point of orgasm. Quite the contrary, she had first intended to massage away the mounting sensations of lust which were brewing and growing in that fertile little valley. Now, however, and to her considerable amazement, she found that her own manual ministrations had the exact opposite effect, causing new burning tendrils of delight to fan outward across her heaving naked torso. Penny's breath caught in her throat, and she braced her feet more firmly against the sides of the shower to keep from falling, the same motion spreading her thighs farther apart and giving her questing fingers greater access to her palpitating cuntal lips. Her other hand joined the game with less hesitation, more eagerness and zeal.
Penny Tucker's eyes were tightly closed, her mind crossing the barriers of time and space to recapture the events of the previous evening while her hands worked ever more feverishly over the plane of her now widely splayed cunt. So lost was she in her own world of erotic fantasy that she never heard the opening and closing of the living room door.
Melanie Tucker had been relieved early from her job working at the laundry in town. She had caught a ride with a boy she knew from school, and he had let her off an easy walk from the country home which she now shared with only her older sister, Penny. Melanie had been rather surprised not to find Penny outside working in the yard or the garden at that time of the day, but considering the heat she had thought she might be inside resting, and so entered the house quietly, making no noise.
As she entered the living room, she at once heard the hissing, splashing sounds of the shower, emanating from the bathroom at the end of the short hallway. Melanie moved quietly forward, seeking to surprise her sister and perhaps frighten her just a little. It was a game they had played from childhood, "ambushing" each other as they put it, and they both had continued to enjoy the familial by-play even as they grew older and more mature. It had helped to build a bond of affection between them, making them mutually strong at their mother's untimely death.
As Melanie Tucker approached the open door to the bathroom, she began to think that perhaps something might be wrong with Penny. The curtain to the shower cubicle was not entirely shut, and from inside the shower Melanie could now clearly hear little moaning cries, almost like sobs, issuing forth at regular, rhythmic intervals. Curious now, and more than a little concerned, Melanie moved quietly forward, no longer seeking to frighten her sister, but not wishing to make her presence known yet either.
When Melanie was five or six feet from the open bathroom door, she imagined that Penny was not merely groaning, but that she actually seemed to be talking to herself. Indeed, it seemed to the younger girl that she could almost strain her ears and make out some of what her sister was saying. The word "yes" seemed to be repeated over and over again, and something else, perhaps a person's name.
Melanie listened closer, moving still nearer to the door.
Yes! It was a name… but… that was it! Luke Hollowell's name!
Penny was either talking to Luke or calling aloud to him. Intrigued, Melanie covered the last few feet to the door in a silent rush, peering through the open doorway now. She fought down a brief surge of embarrassment and shame at the thought of spying on her older sister, perhaps in the arms of a man, but her natural curiosity won out in the end and she couldn't force herself to tear her eyes away from whatever was going on there in that hissing shower.
As Melanie watched, one of Penny's arms flailed out, seeming to seek better balance in the shower, and the cheap plastic curtain was swept even farther aside. The groping arm was withdrawn at once, but it mattered little, for now Melanie was treated to an unobstructed view of the shower cubicle and her sister inside of it. What she saw there stunned and shocked her.
Contrary to what Melanie had first suspected upon hearing her moaning words, Penny Tucker was alone in the shower. That, however, was not what so stunned and surprised the younger girl as she gaped, eyes and mouth wide open, at the sight before her.
Melanie's older sister was slumped backward into one corner of the shower stall, legs bowed and braced against the slick floor of the shower, almost in a half-crouch. The position left her thighs splayed widely apart, and both of her wet hands were clasped between those thighs at the moment, churning and working zealously over the lightly furred valley of Penny's crotch. From the look on the older girl's face, and the way her body writhed and twisted rhythmically, her taut breasts bobbing lewdly under the shower's forceful spray, it was obvious to Melanie that her sister was lost in the ongoing throes of lascivious masturbation.
Penny clearly had no idea that her lecherous finger-fucking was being observed from outside the bathroom. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, and her breath was coming in wheezing little gasps, punctuated at random intervals by the mewling cries of "More! Yes! More!" and the almost shouted repetition of Luke Hollowell's name. It was quite clear to Melanie at once that her older sister was not far removed from the shattering explosion of an all devouring sexual orgasm.
Melanie Tucker was filled with conflicting emotions as she stood there in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her sister kneading and massaging her own cunt in the shower before her. There was guilt, of course, and the burning flush on her cheeks as she realized that she was committing the worst possible invasion of Penny's privacy. She knew in her heart that she should turn away at once, and forget forever the things which she had witnessed there in the bathroom of their rural home.
At the same time, however, there was something else within Melanie which would not permit her to turn away from the sight of her sister's inciteful private finger fucking. Melanie felt some sort of sympathetic stirring between her thighs, and she clenched her legs tighter together in an effort to quell the budding passion she felt there. At the exact same instant, however, the rigid stiffening of her cherry little nipples alerted her to the fact that her own sensual excitement at the sight would not be so easily overcome.
Unconsciously, Melanie had begun to breathe more deeply and more rapidly, her panting inhalations coming almost to an approximation of her sister's excited wheezing. The younger girl would not have been able to diagnose her own situation, but in fact she had almost projected herself into the person of her totally involved older sister, lusting after the sensual excitement and blossoming pleasure which she saw her older sibling enjoying in the shower from her driving fingers.
A little moan escaped from Melanie's throat as she felt the facade of earnest self-control slipping away from her. Her fervent young body was crying out, demanding the same sensual attentions which Penny was even then visiting upon her own wet, naked and glistening torso in the shower.