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Subject: retitle:  Mom and her Girls  (Fff-incest)
Date: Thu, 19 Jan 95 19:37:27 -0500
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Of all the idiotic things.  This was something their mother Angela prided
herself on. They were all pretty close knit in the house, especially when
Angela's husband left them alone when Heather was only 17, and Kristen 14.
Those were hard times, but they survived together somehow.

Now, it's 1992. Heather has just turned 20, and Kristen, of course, turned
17. For Kristen, these are the hardest times when it comes to being a
teenager. Questions answered always come from her sister, who works with
her mother to make ends meet. So, when she is home, they do talk about the
secretive things that sisters discuss. But, nowadays, she finds herself
wondering about what to do in life, boys turning to men, and the end of
high school impending in just one year.

On Friday nights, Kristen was home before the two working ladies arrived
at around 7. Heather and her mother worked at a supply company, completing
orders for the front store. They liked it there, due to the old man who
owned it. They could work very independently, filling orders for the man
up front, and that kept him happy. The mutual understanding between
Heather and her mother was at work, they worked. Rarely any
mother/daughter banter..that was to be left at home.

When they arrived, Kristen was in the kitchen watching HBO.  They look
exhausted, but strangely enough, they still retained their beauty that
this family's women were so luckily blessed with. Clearly, they all look
like Angela. She was 40 years old, but you could swear she was 30. She
possessed blonde hair, which she passed on to her daughters. Many have
told her she look a bit like Susan Sarandon. Angela never really became
heavy after having kids, she tried to keep herself in shape for her
husband. After he left, it was just a matter of stamina, and she worked
out every night.

Walking in, Kristen noticed in the back of her mind that her mother was
slightly taller than Heather. Kristen always felt good that she was
attractive with them, as not to be the black sheep of the family. But she
notice their attractiveness, and thought how hard it must be to stay that
way even after a long day at work.

Wearily, the two plopped down at the kitchen table. Kristen could see how
tired they were. "How was it today?", she asked. Ônd Kristen have been
sharing a room all their lives. It was a floral motif, with yellow
furniture from their childhood days. They shared a bunk bed, Kristen
always residing on the top. Angela had always said they'd move to
someplace bigger, but the money situation simply didn't warrant it.

The realization that her sister was attractive. Not the attractive that
they've always expressed when the other did their makeup just right, or
one bought a cute outfit. She was looking at her sister's physical being,
and found her to be attractive.

Her eyes went down the length of Heather's golden hair. How soft it must
be, she thought. The sweatshirt, although baggy, hugged Heather's body at
the waist. The black spandex created a beautiful silohette around her
buttocks, making it almost perfectly round on each side. Kristen could see
her muscles move, whenever Heather would move so slightly. From there, her
eyes traced her sister's legs, so slender and so strong under the spandex,
right down to her feet.

Kristen began to fluster, but could not help becoming aroused. Sexuality
was of not one of her more important worries, but couldÔappened once, on a
date, when she noticed the boy's penis pushing through his shorts. But
this was different.

She couldn't look any longer because the embarrassment and the feeling
between her legs became unbearable. She hopped down off the bed, and
quietly left the room. Heather said nothing, and continued to read.

Out in the hallway, she was a mess. Kristen could feel her heart pounding,
and her ears ringing. Her breathing was almost hard, as she tried to get
the picture of her sister's body out of her mind. This was something they
made fun of the women gym teachers for, and she never conceived she would
look at another female like that, especially her own sister. This must be
wrong, she persistently thought, and she must get rid of this twinging
between her legs.

She ran to the bathroom across the hall, and flung the door open. Opening
the bottom medicine cabinet, she was frantically searching for a douche of
any kind. That's when she heard, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Jumping a bit, she quickly looked up to find her mother in the bathtub,
neck high in bubbles. This too, was something she rarely seen, and never
under these circumstances. She stuttered,"O..Oh, yeah," half smiling,
"just making sure I have deodorant for tomorrow."

Angela, pushing her pulled up hair from her face, sank deeper into her
warm bubbles. "Well, if you're going to look, shut the door. It's freezing
out there." She then took the Dove bar, and soaped her arm.

Kristen's mind whirled. She didn't want to let on something was wrong,
this she wanted to keep to herself. To put on a good front, she shut the
door, knelt down to look further, but only knocking down things, in the
cabinet, in the process. From her right ear, Kristen heard," My, you're a
wreck. Come here,..are you sick?"

Obediently, Kristen walked tubside, and sat down on the edge. Angela
raised a wet hand from the water, and brushed back her daughter's blonde
hair. She asks, "What's wrong. School?"

Kristen wanted to run. She noticed her mother's beautiful, yet concerned
face, and the soapy bubbles sliding slowly down her neck. She
unintentionally memorized the sight of her mother's large breasts, jutting
from the bubbles like two round islands. The glistening wetness across her
breasts, and the stiffness of her brown nipples only increased Kristen's
anxiety. Her eyes quickly, but it felt like a million years, traveled down
herÔg home for her daughter, and leaving Kristen to discover her own
sexuality in the classroom lectures.

Kristen did not know what to say, and couldn't. Her mother had caught her
looking, and there was no way she could back out. She seemed scared and
Angela felt it. She knew her daughter must discover her own sexuality, or
she will be vulnerable in a very cruel world. She thought that maybe she
can ease Kristen's fears by sharing a common trait, or bond, between
women. To show that becoming an adult is okay.

Angela then looked at her breasts, and then looked toward Kristen's,
outlined by her flowery sweater. She then said " You know, your breasts
are the same size when I was your age. As you get older, and have
children, they'll get bigger."

Kristen, although a bit surprised, felt some tension go way. Her mother
had understood her uneasiness, and suddenly she felt safe. Kristen looked
down at her own budding chest, pushed out, and said," Do you think so?"
Looking back at her mother's wet breasts, as if it was the right thing to
do.

To make her point, and not really thinking about it, Angela moved her hand
from Kristen's hair, down the neck of her sweater, and cupped Kristen's
left breast. Angela said, "Hmm. I think so." Kristen felt a tingle bolt
between her legs, but this time closed her eyes. Angela, realizing that
maybe that touching her own daughter's breast isn't the best thing to do,
went to pull her hand off Kristen's young breast, but then could not
ignore the itchy sensation developing between her own legs, below the warm
water.

Angela moved her hand around Kristen's breast, in a massaging motion.
Kristen, on another planet, kept her eyes closed while she floated in this
new feeling. Angela whispered, " Boys will touch you here, honey. Does it
feel good?" Kristen, now sailing with the winds, pushed her mother's hand
harder on to her breast. Angela, now knowing she was over the boundaries,
did not pull away. She closed her eyes, and deftly felt Kristen's softness
under her fingertips. Her legs spread slightly, and felt the warm water
caress her as it rushed it. Kristen whispered, "Yes." Ô in the tub.
Kristen found her mother to be even more beautiful than before. From the
neck down, Angela's wet skin glistened.  Some hair from her bun was wetly
strewn about her shoulders. Kristen's eyes looked at her breasts. They
were much bigger and fuller than her own. They didn't sag, but seemed
heavy due to their largeness. Angela's large, brown areolas centered her
stiff nipples. Small bodies of suds slowly drifted down Angela's neck,
into the valley between her chest, and down into the water. She silently
looked at her daughter's innocent face, waiting for Kristen to touch her.

She was almost shaking when she put her hands slowly forward, and sat
closer to her mother as her hands made contact. Her palms touched her
mother's nipples, as her fingertips felt the soft heaviness at the sides.
Her hands became lubricated as she moved them around toward the front of
Angela's breasts, supporting their weight, and absorbing their warmth.
Kristen studied her own motions, coupled by her movements, with great
intensity. Angela watched her daughter's hands massage her wet breasts,
and then her daughter's face that was filled with wonderment. She was
feeling her mother's fullness for the first time, and began to feel from
the outside peering in, what it was to be a woman.

Kristen began to feel more at ease, while her temperature rose between her
legs. By now, her panties were soaked as she has never known them to be.
Her thumbs ran back and forth over Angela's nipples, while her palms held
the weight of her breasts. She cupped them, and came up and around in a
heart shape.  "I. already finished." Kristen said, a little sad that the
moment ended. But she stood to leave. Stopping, she looked at her mother
who was still sitting."Mom...did you feel anything when you touched me?"

Angela knew she was in a spot. But her vagina was aching from the
experience. All she could say was," Get going..we'll talk later.", hoping
to drop the subject.

Kristen turned and left the bathroom. Heather knew she was just troubled
about something. Probably a guy at school, she thought. "You okay? Want to
talk about it?", Heather asked gently.

Kristen looked over and smiled slightly. "No...no. Maybe later."

Heather knew to lay off. "Hokay." She put her hand on Kristen's arm. "I'm
here anytime you need me." She then went back to her bed and her reading.

Kristen stared at the ceiling. She could not look at Heather the same way.
The whole ten seconds Heather stood there Kristen traced every inch of her
body with her new found awareness. The touch of her hand gave her shivers,
and she suddenly began to imagine Heather stripping. Not the way she
normally changes clothes, but really stripping, while Kristen watches her
from a chair. Then there was their mother, reaching from behind to pull up
Kristen's shirt and fondling her naked breasts. As is the reality, Kristen
pushed her hands harder on her chest, as Angela began to nuzzle her
daughter's neck. Kristen could feel the sensations build as she watches
Heather remove her bra like a pro, and she sensually danced around on a
stage.

That's when she jumped awake to find the room unexplainably dark. She
instinctively look at the clock: 3:45 AM. She had fallen asleep on her
bunk. In the darkness, she could hear Heather breathing in her deep sleep.
She's not supposed to feel yours. But why not? I felt much closer to her
than ever why she was touching me...and I know we were communicating on a
level rarely reached by any mother or daughter. And god, she did feel
good. I know she's just 17, and innocent, but her body is turning into a
real woman's. Maybe at this point I'm not ashamed to say that my 17 year
old daughter turned me on, and I turned her on. I....wanted her to kiss
me. I would have let her. I imagined taking her in my arms right here, and
letting her suckle one of my breasts, as she did when she was a baby. Just
letting her lay back and let her mother take care of her."

Some points during the night, Angela could not believe what she was
thinking.  At others, she was wondering how Kristen was feeling. Angela
loved her daughters. There was no question of that. She was wondering, if
this was the right way to do so.

In her room, Kristen was now wide awake. She tormented herself with the
images of her friends calling her dyke, and never speaking to her again.
But she couldn't remove the beautiful image of her nude mother from her
mind. And of Heather: Kristen was wondering what it would be like to sleep
next to Heather. To hold her all night and wake up next to her. To make
love to her, and at the same time wondering if this was normal. But her
curiosity was getting too big...too much.

Sliding her body off the bed, and landing very deftly, Kristen went to
change out of the sweats she had fallen asleep in. Heather stirred, but
remained in her sleep. Kristen went to the dresser and took off her sweat
shirt. She reached behind and unsnapped her Victoria's Secret 36A bra. She
stopped and cupped her own petite breasts, running her fingertips over her
pink nipples. "You know, your breasts are the same size as mine when I was
your age. They'll get bigger.", she could hear her Mom say. She hoped her
mother would have touched her breasts under her shirt, rather than on top
of it.

Her fingers slipped down her sides, and slipped off her sweat pants. She
then took off her lace panties, which had been soaked all night from
everything that happened, and stood there nude in the dark room, and moved
to the full length mirror on their closet door, to see herself.Ôhe thought
about how smooth her skin was, and how her mother might like it.

She turned and looked at Heather sleeping, who had practically kicked off
the covers in her sleep, as she normally does. Kristen took two paces
forward, until she was bedside. She crouched down, and could feel the air
rush through the warmth between her legs. She studied her sister, this
time with a little less fright. Even asleep, Heather's face was beautiful.
With the same blonde, angelic hair touching her shoulders, her was a thing
of beauty. That complimented Kristen's thoughts on how Heather never had a
problem getting a date.

Heather was wearing a white men's tank undershirt, formerly her fathers,
and a wisp of satin underpants. She lay on her side, and one long leg
over. Kristen could clearly she the defines of the curves of her sister in
the dark. Kristen's fingers began to trace her own inner thighs, as she
looked at the two round forms that were her sister's breasts. Heather's
nipples were pointing through the gauzy fabric, and in her sleep, the
undershirt was pulled up slightly, so that Kristen could see the white tan
line, of the underside of Heather's breast.

Her hands began to massage the outside of her labia, sending the aroma of
her femininity to the air around her. She wanted to touch Heather so
badly...like the way she touched her mother only hours before. Her breath
was quickening as she imagined her naked body atop heather, kissing her
square on the lips. She could almost feel Heather's hands squeezing her
ass, as their long legs intertwined, Kristen's naked mound rubbing against
Heather's panties. In her dreams, she pushed herself up, as Heather took a
breast in her mouth and began to fondle the other. The moaning in her head
was unbearable, and Kristen plunged two fingers inside her pussy. With
each in and out motion, she could feel the hot wetness on her fingers, and
the scent that filled the air.

Kristen fell back on the carpet, not caring if Heather was watching or
not. Her fantasy raced through her mind, picturing Heather nude on top of
her, with both their hands exploring each other's wetness. Kristen
squeezed her own breasts, and swore if she didn't come right now, she
would get on top of Heather and beg her to make love to her. In all her
wild passion and ecstasy, shje was awed at what she just saw. She had
never seen a woman do that before, let alone her own sister. She thought
she was right to feign sleep, and imagined the entire scene over and over.
She was masturbating in front of me, as if it was for me, she thought. She
then wondered where all this was going to lead to.

Where below she saw the outlines of her breasts, testimony given by her
dark nipples. Further down yet, her lean stomach introduced the white
bikini panties she was wearing. That's where the gauzy fabric ended, and
her legs began. She stopped, tilted her head, and bent her left leg. They
still looked good. She turned it forward, looking at her feet and
following the curves up to her panties. She thought about how good she
looks in a bikini. She thought of Kristen and smiled. She thought it was
time to show off those legs.

She looked at the top bunk to see if Kristen was still asleep. Indeed she
was, but with half the covers off of her. This wouldn't of bothered
Heather if her younger sister was wearing clothes. But there was her 17
year old sister, nude under the covers, only covering her bottom half.
That's when she remembered what Kristen had done last night and chuckled.
She figured it was that age. Oh well,..time to wake her up...as only a
sister can.

She quietly darted to the bathroom, clad in her undershirt and panties.
Getting a small Dixie cup full of cold water, she went back into the
bedroom, where Kristen was sleeping on her side. heather took the cup, and
with a giggle, poured a steady stream of cold water down Kristen's
breasts. She awoke with a yelp.

Jumping up, "What the hell...are you doing?!", as Heather fell back
laughing uncontrollably.

"Thanks alot..", said Kristen sleepily and sitting up, "..now my bed's
wet."

"Thanks okay. We'll just tell Mom you wet yourself!", Heather said while
laughing.

Kristen smiled, looked down at her wet upper torso, and gave a side grin.
She noticed her nipples getting erect from the cold air. Heather
unconsciously looked as well, but turned and threw her sister a blue
towel. "C'mon," she said, "Mom's cooking.", and left the room.

Alone on the top bunk, Kristen dried herself off, and carefully cupped
each breast with the towel. She dreamed of the spectacular events the day
before. She looked down and parted her legs slight. Her pink labia was
protruding out from her hair, and she began to smell her own scent. She
was about to touch her clitoris with her forefinger when Heather called
her from the stairs. She shrugged, and said mentally, "I'll do that
later."

Staring at the back side of her shimmering panties. Kristen swallowed a
lump at the sight.

Heather whistled. "Nice show, Mom!"

Angela turned and smiled. "Just in time, you guys. Breakfast'll be ready
in a second."

They walked by her. Heather yawned out loud. Kristen, on the other hand,
could not ignore the side view of her mother's full breasts through the
white gauzy material.
 "Did she..well, it was hot last night."

Kristen stammered, to end this dangerous conversation, "Yeah...I couldn't
stop sweating."

"I dunno. Seemed fine to me. Maybe we should turn the AC up", mentioned
Heather.

Angela walked across the floor, carrying the two plates, and set them down
in front of her daughters. She purposefully bent over slightly, to let the
v-neck hang, and see who was to peer down her nightgown. As expected Kris
did. She watched Angela's breasts wobble a bit in movement, and became
flustered. Angela walso caought Heather looking in the corner of her eye.
Not looking at either, she said," Probably. I always forget to take care
of that when we get home." She then sat back in an adjoining wooden chair,
next to Heather. Heather began to dig in, as well did Kristen, but slower
to look up periodically at her peering mother.

It was silent for a second, except for the sounds of food crunching, and
the clanking of silverware. Then Angela turned to Heather, "What's on the
agenda for today?"

With half a mouth full, "Not too sure. None of my friends called, so I was
going to just hang and watch some TV. Maybe go to the mall." Angela looked
at Kristen. "What about you, honey?"

Just looking up, Kristen carefully muttered, "Nothing. Why?"

"Well", said Angela as of matter of factly, "today's supposed to be
gorgeous. In the 80's. We should do the girl thing today, since we have no
friends. Let's hit the mall, and tonight how bout a camp out in the
backyard?"

Heather looked up and beamed. "COOL! Can we have beer, or something? It is
the girl's night out, and since Kris can't get in to a bar or
anything..."That's exactly what the three did. They all went to the
Christiana Mall around three. They liked to work the mall, as they put it.
Starting with JCPenneys, and work the way down.

Of course, the primary purchase interest was clothes. Heather just loved
shopping, almost to an addictive point. Kristen and Angela kept pace with
here, though. The whole time they were going rack to rack to rack, Kristen
was dreaming and forecasting the night ahead. She thought of her mother,
all too many times, naked. Then Heather. Then herself. All three of them,
in that white tent still rolled up in the garage, totally nude. She knew
and felt Angela was up to something in a very devilish, and flirtatious
way. It became self-evident, at least to Kristen, when they went into
Victoria's Secret.

"Oh, my. I can be in this place for hours", Angela said dreamily.

"Oh, I know...", exclaimed Heather,"...and they're sooo expensive." She
shuffles her bags. "This will be the last place I'm buying something. I am
too broke."

Angela looked at her sternly. "Watch what you do with that credit card,
young lady. I'm not paying it."

Heather huffed. "Don't worry, Mom...that's why I'm working. Let's look
around."

Together, all three perused the world of exotic lingerie. The entire place
was in an old woodworked style, and the smell of spring potpourri filled
the air. They frowned at the "old lady" styles, and giggled at the risque.
Eventually, they all split in several directions. One minute quickly
drained into a half hour. That's when Heather saw Kristen at the counter,
taking a bag and finishing a purchase.

With a few hangers in her hand, she quickly sprinted to Kristen."
Heyy..whadja get?"

Kristen blushed a little. "Well, I don't normally buy this stuff. I'll
show you later."

Heather laughed. "You better." And turned to finish shopping.

Kristen knew she may show them all tonight.

Kristen carried the somewhat dirty white tent, Heather took the sleeping
bags, while Angela took the provisions. They ventured far enough where
they could still barely make out the house in the orange sunset. The sun
was going down, and they wanted to get set up before dark.

Heather and Kristen knew the terrain well, for they used to play and tell
secrets behind those very trees. It was solitude that only few knew of,
one being their mother. They led to a small clearing surrounded by proud
oaks and birches, and put down the gear.

Kristen declared, "I'll make the fireplace!", and began to gather stones.
Heather set up her radio/cassette player for some background noise as her
and her mother set up the tent.

As the sun finally gave way to the impending star glittered darkness,
Kristen had already had the round stone fireplace built and kindling
already lit and snapping. Heather and her mother set up the tent, after
several attempts which left them laughing hysterically, and were rolling
out the sleeping bags inside.

When Kristen had returned with her fifth armful of firewood, Heather and
Angela were sitting on a log, drinking cold Coors, and roasting
marshmallows. They looked up when she approached, and dropped the wood.

"Hey..no fair. I'm busting my hump in the wild out there and you two have
started."

Angela grinned. "Honey, you're done. We have enough wood to build a house.
Here...don't tell anyone..", and handed her youngest a cold bottle.

Kristen smiled, and sat on an opposite log, and said "....yeah!", and took
a sip.

For moments, it was quiet except for the sounds of the night birds, and
the trees rustling. They all looked to the stars peeking between the high
branches, taking in the light breeze and feeling as if they were the last
people on earth.

Kristen looked at both of them, looking up. She was a bit anxious, only
trying to predict what might happen when she gets a little too drunk to
keep her mouth shut. She looked at her mother, in her grey sweatshirt, and
grey shorts. The orange firelight accented her wavy blonde hair, and she
looked years younger. Kristen's eyes gleaned at her crossed legs, noticing
every curve. She then looked at Heather, who was a mere younger version of
Angela, and traced the outlines of her bra, though her white t-shirt, in
the orange hue of the fire. Heather wore red shorts, which were high on
her propped up legs. As the alcohol began to take her mind swimming on her
third beer, she began toÔ

"Well, go 'head", said Angela, "ther's a bush there an' there an' there.."

Heather lazily looked around at the dark woods. "I'm not goin in
there..it's too dark. I can't."

"Oh, gowan...your sister will go with you. Go, Kris...your older sister
has to pee...go protect her from the lionsh, tigersh,
and...(belch)..bearsh."

Almost falling backwards herself, Kristen stood up, dropping her empty
bottle. "Okay, MOM." She grabbed Heather's hand, jerking her in to the
woods. "Let's go, stupid.", and they both laughed as they staggered in to
the darkness of the forest.

Still holding hands, surprisingly strong for two drunk young women, they
walked further and further until the campfire was a small blur. Heather
fell back against a big tree, laughing hard.  "Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod,..my head
is spinning!!", she laughed. "I gotta pee...I'm gonna fall down...Kris,
help...", and she held to the sides of the tree with the back of her arms.

Kristen looked at her sister, who almost looked crucified to the tree in
the moonlight. "Help..?" , she stammered. She had a feeling this was it.

"Yeah...", Heather was now slurring and holding on to the tree. "If I
don't get my shorts off, I'll pee myself."

Sweat came to Kristen's forehead and brought about some sobering reality.
Deftly, she knelt down in front of her sister, who leaned with her back
against the bent tree. She gripped the sides of Heather dark shorts,
applying a little arm strength to pull Heather's body from the tree just a
little, and began to take down her sister's shorts. Kristen found it
difficult not to breathe hard as the back of her fingertips ran down her
Heather's soft legs as she pulled down the material.

"Hurry...", Heather breathed, as her shoes were removed to slip the shorts
off. In her fogginess, she could feel the leaves under her bare feet and
the light wind brush by her thighs. She saw the beginnings of Heather's
soft buttocks, and gently (and involuntarily) pulled down her sister's
satin underwear. And in that moment, Kristen was face to face, saw it in
the darkness, and could smell the scent of Heather's womanhood.

Kristen was still a bit foggy, but knew what she had...and wanted, to do.
"Kneel down, Heath. I'll hold you up, so you won't pee yourself."

All Heather could do was slide her back down the smooth trunk of the big
tree, and support herself on her heels. Kristen could smell even more of
her scent because her legs were spread. And at that moment, heather let
out a gasp, and a forceful stream of liquid began to hiss into the ground.
Kristen, holding Heather up by the knees, was fascinated. In the moonlight
she could she the glistening stream coming from Heather's crotch, and ooze
in to the dirt. And as soon as she began, Heather finished. Then she
murmured, and giggled, "I can't...get up."

Kristen was shaking. She responded deftly with her fingertips, moving her
hands up Heather's legs. Heather was quiet, with her head back, eyes
dreamily closed. The smoothness of her legs excited Kristen, who found her
fingertips at Heather's upper thighs, were her panties should've been. Her
hands then moved off to opposite sides, feeling the roundness of Heather's
ass.

Kristen positioned her shaky hands on each buttock cheek. "We'll get up
together, and I'll pull you up. On three." Heather slowly nodded. "One,
two,...THREE." Using their legs to support each other, the two sisters
rose together, Heather with her back to the tree.

For an eternal moment, they stood there. Heather, now looking forward
wearily, and Kristen looking back with her hands on her sister's backside.
Her hands then released their semi©firm grip. and moved to her sister's
hips. With no explanation, Heather reached out, and caressed Kristen's
hair. Kristen, feeling such freedom as she's ever known, moved her left
hand forward, and ran her fingers through Heather's pubic hair. Closing
her eyes, Heather gasped.

She ran her hands all over her soft ass. It feels wonderful, Heather's
mind fleeted. Just as it always would. Her hands moved around and touched
Kris's soft, virgin hair. Heather could feel the young, raw heat that
emanated. She ran her tongue down Kristen's neck, causing her to silently
gasp. "Heather...", Kris moaned as she pulled her sister forward so their
wet pubic areas could touch and share each other's heat

Heather knew what she wanted. She slid her hands up Kristen's smooth
belly. Kristen obliged by removing her t-shirt. Heather could barely make
out Kris's lacy bra in the deep moonlight, but knew the latch was in the
front. With an effortless tug, she unfastened Kris's bra, and her young
breasts bounced free. With careful fingers, as to absorb every soft
sensation, she slid the straps off Kris's shoulders and let her ears take
in the sound of her bra hitting the dry leaves at their feet. And, for the
first time, Heather cupped both of her sister's breasts, and shuddered.
She closed her eyes and let her fingers send the pictures of erotic
reality to her brain. The soft feel of Kristen's young breasts, the curves
that she could feel under her forefinger on top, and her thumb that
weighed the weight of each, on the bottom. Her fingertips did an immediate
glide across her nipples, and found them erect. Kristen moaned louder, and
more fierce. They were no longer of this earth.

On instinct, Heather lowered her head and began to suckle Kristen's breast
while fondling the other. Kristen clawed at the back of Heather's shirt
until she found the backsnap for Heather's bra. Practically it tearing
loose, she forcefully unsnapped it. Heather enjoyed every sensation of her
breasts bouncing free, as the cool air rushed through her shirt. Kris
reached around and under and began to knead Heather's heavier breasts.
Heather stopped, and slowly took off her shirt. The two sisters were
facing each other totally nude, with a passion unbound. Kristen took
Heather's hand and whispered "I want you." She took two steps back and sat
on the ground. She could see the stars glittering over the treetops, then
she saw Heather's face as she lowered her body on to Kristen. Their warmth
melded as they kissed again, with hands roaming over their flesh.

Kristen parted her shapely legs as Heather ran her fingers over her pussy.
"Put a finger in", Kristen moaned. Heather slowly slid her forefinger in
Kris's slippery vagina, and was in wonder as to how tight Kris was.
Kristen, feeling the waves of pain and pleasure awash her body, squeezed
Heather's breasts, and pushed them against hers. She rotated her thighs
faster and faster to Heather's beckoning finger, now deep inside her.
Finally, almost to the point that she would scream, Kristen came, and
Heather could feel Kris's insides swell, and release an incredible amount
of juice on to her finger.  Kristen was floating in space. When she opened
her eyes an eternity later, Heather was smiling out her. They both started
laughing and kissed and hugged each other. Then, with a big smile, Kristen
said, "Your turn..."

Heather knew what she wanted. She got up, and leaned forward against the
tree, arms straight. She parted her legs invitingly, as she offered her
sister what she had. Kristen could smell the sex in the air, as she bent
down. Running her hands up and down Heather's smooth legs, she put her
face close to Heather's shapely ass. Kris used her tongue to massage the
outside of Heather's labia, and for the first time, tasted the love nectar
of another woman. Savoring its sweetness, her tongue became more
aggressive, and began to dart between the lipfolds of Heather's aching
vagina. Heather arched her back, and moaned unintangible moans. Kristen
was aware of what her sister needed, and forcefully shoved her tongue deep
inside Heather's throbbing hole. The waves of pleasure attacked Heather's
body without mercy. Her nails dug in to the bark of the tree that
supported her. Her naked legs tensed, she knew she couldn't hold out for
very long. Then, as soon as one of Kristen's hands touched her breast, she
exploded, washing her sister's merciless tongue with her juices. Her heart
was pounding, and she breathed heavy.

She turned to Kristen. "God, that was fantastic. I can't believe how good
you made me feel."

"I wanted you so bad", Kristen sighed," I had to have you. I don't care if
it's wrong. You feel so good."

Heather paused, and peered at her sister in the darkness. This was the
person that took her to heights of awareness. If wrong, so be it. She
would not let it go. She said, "I love you Kris."

She wanted to cry. "I love you too, Heather!" They held each other close,
and kissed to commerate their new found intimacy.

Regardless, it was getting late, and the fire was dying. They all
retreated to the safety of the tent. They saw the distant house lights as
they zippered it shut, with only a flashlight to illuminate the tent. The
three sleeping bags were already out, neatly adjacent to one another.
Still reveling from the experience, Heather knew she wanted to sleep with
Kris...but Mom would find out. Kris reflected her thoughts, but extended
them, adding the memory of her mother touching her breasts.  Their mother
was never this bold before, and with what just happened to them in the
woods, their juices were flowing automatically. Angela saw the same look
in Kristen's eye as she did in the bathroom. Heather looked the
same...they were staring at her shapely breasts.

There was a long silence. The alcohol stripped away any embarrassment that
might have been there. Angela grinned at her gazing daughters, "I used to
let you two suckle...that's how they got this big."

Heather stammered a bit, still buzzed. "Really?  Doesn't that hurt?"

Angela replied, "No...except when you were teething. I used to nurse you
both all the time. You couldn't get enough, as I recall. I remember back
then..."

Kristen swirled. "I just can't imagine...I mean..." She stopped.

Angela grinned. A little voice told her not to, but a drunken mind took
precedence. "If you try it again, you'll remember..."

Kristen and Heather looked at each other. Unsure, they read each others
eyes, and look at their half©naked mother, and her bountiful breasts. They
were in the woods...no one would know.

They leaned forward together apprehensively, and were on their knees in a
kneeling position. Kristen's lips tremored as she leaned forward and let
her lips touch Angela's warm hard nipple. She felt the warmness of her
mother's breast touch her cheek. Heather looked at her chosen breast
briefly, and closed her eyes. Her lips too, found the nipple. Both began
to suck automatically, as age-old autoisms kicked in.

Angela's eye closed, and she ran her fingers through her daughters' hair.
The sensation electrified her insides as she pulled them closer. Heather
began to drift way with this wild sensation. Her touch began darting over
Angela's nipple, causing her to moan quietly. Kris cupped Angela's breast
and began to suck harder. Their slurps could only be heard from within the
tent. Heather could not ignore the eagerness between her legs, as she
sucked harder.

Angela cupped her own breast for Heather, and her other hand involuntarily
went down her own side. Kris opened her eyes and looked down. Angela's
hand was in her own shorts, massaging her pussy. Still suckling, Kris
pulled aside Angela's shorts, and was given a view of Angela sliding her
fingers over her moist and steamy labia. Kris watched and wanted her.

Angela was moving into ecstasy. She began to massage Heather's shoulders,
and fearlessly began to massage Heather's breasts, for the first time,
through her t©shirt, half noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. Heather
moaned, and began to rub her crotch through her shorts, and pulled up her
shirt to feel her mother's hand on her naked breasts. Angela felt their
warmth and was on the verge of orgasm. Her fingers touched Heather's
nipples, felt the weight of her young breasts, and softly squeezed them.
Angela plunged two fingers deep inside her hot vagina and moaned loudly.
Kris could feel her mother's shudders while sucking her breast, causing
her to finger her own hard clit.

They all seemed to come together, Angela with her two daughters licking
and sucking her bosoms, Kris with her right hand massaging her crotch with
a passion, and Heather, practically half naked, with her hand shoved in
her own wet box. The tent was filled with moans of no return and ecstasy.
They all seem to rise together, to swell together. Someone squelched.
Someone screamed. Then finally, it was quiet. They fell against each other
in a sweaty heap.

It was not much longer before all three women were nude. They quickly cast
aside whatever little clothes remained and invited the summer night air to
kiss their eager bodies. Heather was brave, and put her arms around her
mother. Their breasts pressed together as they engaged in a deep kiss.
Kris pressed against her sister's back, and slid her hands down her sides.
She cupped Heather's buttocks, and kneaded her cheeks.

Angela swallowed in to the embrace of her oldest. Her hands skillfully
fondled Heather's breasts while their hot tongues danced together. Heather
moaned as Kris' fingers probed her aching pussy, rubbing her labia and a
forefinger manipulating her clitoris. Kris could not help but masturbate,
as she watched her mother and sister kiss passionately, and rub each
other's bodies against each other.

Heather took the imitative. She turned around toward Kris and was on all
fours. With a sixth sense, Kris lay on her back, spreading her young but
shapely legs. Heather peered at the 17 year old's new womanhood. It was
pink, very wet, and she could almost feel it's hot yearning from the short
distance. Her mother's hands caressed her ass as she lowered her head.
Kris threw her head back as Heather's tongue explored her outer
lips...sliding to her hard clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine.
Heather arched her back, and moaned as Angela's fingers slid very easily
in to her hot box.Ôger fucking her with the other. With sexual hunger,
Heather sucked the juices from her sister's vagina. Kris cupped her
breasts, and pulled on her nipples. She was about to come, and pushed
Heather's head in deeper, grinding it between her spread thighs. She
watched her mother behind her sister with ecstasy, studying her breasts,
and her look on wanton lust. Kris came, waves of pleasure assaulting her
senses, and causing her to scream loudly. Hearing her sister come hard,
and tasting her young juices, Heather also came hard, her inner walls
swelling around Angela's fingers, that were deep inside. And Angela,
rubbing her own clit, came when Heather turned about and sucked her
breasts, and Kris stood up, letting her mother taste her for the first
time.

They all made love for the next hours until they were exhausted. The next
morning, they woke up around 9am. In each other's arms, nude. At first, no
one said anything. This was the time that regrets would fly and promises
of secrecy made. But instead, they all smiled...touched each other,
caressed each other. They felt closer than they ever did, and would not
pretend the previous night never happened. Now, they were one.