Angel, Heather, and Kristen

In all her wild passion and ecstasy, she did come, feeling her inner walls swell about her fingers deep inside her own. She felt all her nerves stand, and fall. Then she lay there, her fingers still inside her.

Reality check.

She sat up quickly. Heather was still sleeping. Good. Kristen decided she would sleep nude tonight. She had masturbated before, but never with such intensity, or bravery to do it in front of her sister. When she crawled in to her own bed, she could still feel her vagina tingling, but she was relived she was able to let loose some of the sexual tension built up from this incredible night. She fell asleep, dreaming of Heather and her mother; all three holding each other in bed until the morning.

***

Below, Heather's eyes were open, amazed 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.

***

The Saturday morning sun had crept over the horizon and was filtering through Angela's window, but she was already up. In fact, she barely slept with all that happened the day before. She was standing there in front of her full length mirror, wondering about her self worth. Mentally: She peered into her own eyes and saw a 40 year old woman who thought she saw it all.

She had been daring in her younger days, but never to yesterday's extent. Perhaps it was another challenge life presented to her with a platter full of options. Oh, the younger days in school...she looked a lot like Heather. Angela stood there in her white, gauzy nightgown. Her bare upper neck gave way to the fabric, 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.

***

Heather woke up to the smell of waffles. Somebody downstairs was cooking. The sunlight that gleaned through the Venetian blinds helped to burn away the sleepy fogginess in her head. Propping herself on an elbow, she peered across to the digital clock that said 10:30 in red numbers. She sat up, paused for a second, and stood up at the beckoning of the smell of food. She turned to 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 18 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 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 a lot..", 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 were 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."

***

Breakfast was pretty much prepared when Angela's two girls came bounding down the stairs. They stopped in the entrance of the kitchen for a second to see Angela's back to them, she was reaching up for a platter. Her white gauzy nightgown rode up, revealing her 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 will 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. She realized that since her mother normally wore a robe in the morning, and that this was for Kris' benefit.

The girls sat down, Heather in her undershirt and shorts, and Kristen in a blue t-shirt, and sweats. Heather suddenly inquired, "What's with all the nudity in this house this morning?"

Kristen whirled, suddenly fearful that Heather observed her little scene in their dark bedroom. Angela asked, still preparing the morning's meal, "Well, what do you mean?"

"Well, you're standing there, and I can clearly see through your nightgown, and Kris here slept in the buff last night."

Angela gave a sly grin while still maneuvering he waffles with a steel spatula. "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 also caught 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 fact, "today's supposed to be gorgeous. In the 80's. 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..."

Angela laughed. "Okay...okay. But don't tell anyone your mother is an alcoholic..!" Kristen looked at her mother's body through the gauzy material, and suddenly her young body went hot.

***

Anyone can have a fun time at the mall, providing they put their mind to it. That's exactly was the three did.. They liked to work the mall, as they put it 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 the lingerie store. "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 risqué.

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.

***

They ventured out in to the woods behind their house that evening. 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 CD 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 beer like woodsmen, 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 to feel light...that anything they did to her would be okay. And anything she did to them would be like throwing gasoline on her already searing heartbeat. That's when Angela glanced her, and Kristen quickly looked away.

The night drew on, time lost all meaning. Beers were disappearing as slurred words told stories of the past family. Angela spoke of their father, sometimes with a tear attached. Other times they laughed about who farted the loudest. Standing up, and almost falling backward in stupor, Heather declared with a drunken finger, "I must pee....!"

"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. Kristen discarded the shorts quickly, her heart pounding. She gripped the side waistbands of Heather's flimsy panties. Her fingertips touched 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, where 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 thought she could drift through space forever. Heather knew she was drunk, but no care came to mind. She felt delicate fingers dancing through her pubic hair and parting her moistened labia. When she opened her eyes, she looked at her beautiful sister through the darkness, not dark enough to conceal her hidden passion.

For a fleeting moment, Heather knew this was wrong, but Kristen's fingers were telling wonderful lies.

No one would know. No one.

Heather pulled Kristen close and they kissed passionately. Their tongues intertwined as Heather reached around Kristen's back and slid her hands down her shorts. The crease of Kristen's ass was hot and sweaty. The moistness between Heather's legs became greater as Kristen's two fingers slide between her labia. The shivering sensations made Heather's body tingle as she kissed her little sister more passionately. She pushed Kristen's shorts down as far as they would go and ran her hands all over her soft ass. It feels wonderful, Heather's mind fleeted. Just as I knew 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.