Emma Ch. 50

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Dalitha and Salim were wrapped together in Salim's bed: Dalitha's dark, small body entangled in Salim's chocolate, long lithe frame, legs intertwined, breast on breast, sweat dripping onto sweat. Dalitha was again exhausted but still insatiable, a young appetite for sex that Salim found very difficult to keep up with. She could still taste the slightly sour juice of her niece's vaginal juices on her tongue, and enjoyed Dalitha's fingers probing around her still sore crotch, still moist but covered with the crumbs of the drying embers of earlier orgasms. She held Dalitha's head by her arms and pressed the girl's face close to hers, the warm breath from the girl's mouth blowing pleasantly on her cheeks.

"Do you love me?" Salim asked pleadingly, hoping for an unambiguous declaration of passion, but as always disappointed by the girl's uncertain reply.

"I love making love with you," Dalitha said with the seriousness of a young girl, "but I don't know if it's love I feel."

As always, Salim was disheartened. She loved Dalitha, just as she loved Amna, but somehow it seemed that whatever it was that made someone love someone else, she didn't have enough of it. And it wasn't as if the sex wasn't good. Well, it was certainly good for her. She leaned back to stare at the light shade on the ceiling while Dalitha rolled on top of her, two fingers still stroking the dark brown hairs of Salim's crotch.

"I do love you, Auntie," Dalitha said, not wishing to upset her lover, "but it's not like what I think love should be. It's not like in the films. It's a different kind of love. A more sister-like love."

And talking about her sister, the door eased open and Amna entered the bedroom. It was early morning and the girl had just returned from an exhausting evening out with Fluff in a nightclub, buoyed up by narcotics, music and company. She was still buzzing with energy, desperate for more conversation, as she burst into the bedroom, naked as always, her breasts still unnaturally perky and a shadow spreading over a crotch that hadn't needed shaving for several days.

"Why hello, Amna," greeted Salim as she saw her older niece hovering by the door. "How was your night?"

"Fine! Fine!" said Amna dismissively. "I didn't know Dalitha was here." In fact, Amna was quite disappointed. After Fluff had left with two porn-stars of her acquaintance, neither of which were to Amna's taste, and this was based on experience on the studio mattress, she was actually looking forward to sinking into the arms of her aunt. And here was her pesky sister.

"She's been here all night," said Salim. "We've been watching videos haven't we?" They weren't videos much to Salim's own taste: altogether too violent and relied too heavily on special effects, but Dalitha enjoyed them and that was the main thing.

"And not just watching videos," commented Amna bitterly.

"Come now, Amna. You've got to think about your sister. Look! Why not just lie down next to us. That should be alright."

Amna sighed. She guessed that would have to do. She sat down on the other side of Salim from Dalitha, swung her legs around, and lay next to her. Salim was in sudden and unexpected heaven. Here on either side of her were the two girls she loved most in the world, an arm around Amna who pressed her nicotine-smelling face onto Salim's shoulder and an arm around Dalitha, whose hand was gently stroking Salim's thigh and smiling into her bosom. Salim grinned broadly, moving her head languidly from side-to-side as she looked at one niece and then the other. The feel of warm, dark flesh filled her heart with pleasure and a strange elation.

She felt herself falling to blissful sleep, Dalitha's small hand still stroking her thigh, when she felt somewhat stronger fingers beginning to probe inside her. Ah! That must be Amna, smiled Salim half-opening her eyes to see her niece bent over her. Salim hooked Amna closer to her, so that her fingers dangling over Amna's breast could tweak on her beloved's nipples, which she was pleased to find were hard, stiff and excited. This itself aroused passion in Salim, who bent her mouth over to Amna's mouth, greedily taking her tongue and lips into hers. All the while, she could feel Dalitha's weaker fingers also exploring her, pinching her clitoris between forefinger and thumb, and her mouth and tongue trail over her breast.

And then the three of them gradually became one, with Salim the willing centre of it all, her mouth and lips greedily giving, and her flesh happily receiving, two sets of hands exploring her crotch and breasts, as she shared as best she could her attentions between two girls. Her tongue explored the nerves behind Dalitha's knee, her fingers the space between the arse and vagina, while around her, her breasts were licked and sucked, her vagina probed and moistened, often not sure whose tongue or whose fingers were doing what to her, and sometimes, her face deep in dark skin, able only indistinctly to know whose flesh she too was exploring so intimately. The lovemaking was languorous, relaxed and without urgency, lacking direction or purpose, just a pleasant end to the evening.

At least, that's how Salim thought it would be. But then she became aware of the liquid sloshing sound of two mouths battling together, while two hands were still exploring her vagina, and her own tongue was threading through the dense black hairs of Dalitha's vagina. At first, Salim gave no thought to it. After all, she and Fatima had frequently made love with Amna, and she'd often heard that sound, and its occasional strangled moans, as tongue grappled with tongue. But then the enormity of it suddenly struck her, and she opened her eyes wide open and gazed at the two dark figures arched above her. It was true. Amna and Dalitha were kissing each other, their arms around each other and wrapped in each other's long black hair.

Salim was about to protest, but she found herself quite excited by it, despite herself, and applied her tongue to Dalitha's vagina with renewed vigour, grabbing her own crotch with her fingers, urgently masturbating herself as she crouched over, her arse up in the air. And indeed the excitement continued to rise, as she and Amna both shared lapping away at Dalitha's crotch while the girl groaned and swayed with rhythms of ecstasy. Amna smiled eagerly at Salim, pausing occasionally to press her tongue and lips into her aunt's mouth. And the lovemaking continued, the three bodies become increasingly indistinguishable from each other. Sometimes two mouths at Dalitha's crotch and then, all change, as Dalitha and Salim busied themselves on Amna's stubbly vulva. Despite herself, Salim climaxed without restraint, and then, before her trembling body could recover, another spasm of passion swept through her. And then another. And at various times she could sense similar eruptions of orgasm rising within one or other of her two nieces.

And then finally, the three were sated, sweat and saliva and vaginal juice shared and sticking to each other as they collapsed on top of each other, too hot and too exhausted to do anything than gasp and pant as they recovered from their exertions. And it was at this stage, and perhaps belatedly that guilt set in, as Salim regarded her two nieces wrapped together and exchanging the odd kiss, their legs tangled with her own, and their breasts against each other, Amna's rather larger ones against Dalitha's stiff nipples. Surely, this was more than a step too far, mused Salim, sorrowful that she'd not shown more moral fibre in separating the two sisters when the passion of their lovemaking had exceeded their prudence, and feeling very remorseful that it was she who had been the catalyst for this incest.

And then, guilt gave way to jealousy as she observed the depth of the two sisters' feelings for each other. So unnatural but not unexpected, as the two girls' hands and lips continued their exploration of each other, no longer concerned about Salim's presence.

"Oh! Amna! I love you!" gasped Dalitha, uttering without prompting the words that Salim had so eagerly wanted to hear the girl say about herself. Salim blushed from her forehead to her nipples, but there was nothing now that she could do. The deed was done, and she was at least as reprehensible as anyone else.

"Dalitha! You can't say that!" said Amna, but without conviction. "It's Auntie Salim you love. And I love Fluff. And anyway you're my sister. What would our parents say?"

Dalitha wept slightly, and sat up on the bed. She turned to Salim who was lying down, with her head on the pillow, and kissed her aunt tenderly on the lips. "Yes, I do love Auntie Salim. But with you, I don't know, it's different." She gasped as a spasm of lust ran through her torso and wobbled her buttocks. She pushed her lips onto Amna's artificially enhanced bosom, and sucked at one nipple and then the other with a hunger that frightened Amna as much as it startled Salim. "I do love you, Amna! And I don't care what anyone thinks. I think I must have always loved you. And admit it, Amna. You must always have loved me, or this wouldn't have happened."

"I almost wish it hadn't," sighed Amna, echoing Salim's thoughts, but nonetheless making no moves to dissuade her sister from pursuing her attentions. "From now on, it's going to be very different between us."

As indeed it was. Salim again began to feel marginalised in the merry-go-round of lovemaking that went on under her roof. Amna made love with Dalitha. Fluff made love with Amna. Sometimes, Fatima made love with Amna too, but never with Fluff. And Salim sometimes made love with Amna and Dalitha, but more often only with Dalitha, and that only when Amna wasn't around. And sometimes she made love with Fatima. And sometimes with both Amna and Salim.

As she considered all these permutations, Salim sometimes felt giddy and not a little disturbed. How had it happened that she, a devout Muslim who would never dream of displaying her hair in public, and who regularly attended the mosque every Friday. And who had even been on a haj to the Holy City when she was younger. How could she have become not so much the ringmaster of all these sexual variations, with their even larger spirals of sexual liaison beyond her flat, but in a sense its hostess and facilitator?

Her own position seemed to become relatively weak. She no longer had any claim to moral authority, and would find herself watching on as Amna and Dalitha cuddled and caressed each other in front of the television, Amna exploring in minutest detail the growing physical delights of her sister's breasts and vagina, even allowing a finger to probe into the dark interior of her very tight anus. And Dalitha forever fascinated by the artificially enhanced assets of her older sister, never tiring of exploring with her fingers and tongue what her eyes had so lovingly cherished.

It became inevitable that the sexual permutations should increase, now that the last taboo had been breached. Fluff was the first to take advantage of Dalitha's newfound availability, which neither Amna nor Salim could now prohibit. How could they say that sex with Fluff was in any way worse than sex with her sister and aunt? And Fluff was, in any case, surprisingly tender and sympathetic with the girl, revealing depths of tenderness and considerateness that very nearly encouraged Salim to revise her opinion of the woman who she still viewed as the corrupter of her niece's morals and, worse, her chief rival in love.

Dalitha was particularly fascinated by Fluff's tattoos of pricks on her face, arms and chest, her tongue lingering long on the over-exaggerated, garishly coloured contours of the spurting penises, especially their tips where wild gushes of semen were painted in orgasm. Fluff tenderly kissed and licked Dalitha's bosom and clitoris, her white freckled tattooed body entangled in Dalitha's slim dark body. And then with a gesture she invited Amna over to join in, as Dalitha gradually became more relaxed and more excited. Salim watched as the two sisters and Fluff became a triangle of sexual passion, from which, due to her dislike for Fluff, she felt totally excluded.

Fatima was more circumspect, and it was only after several weeks that Salim discovered that she too had found pleasure in her niece's body. Fatima continued to represent Amna's assets in the film industry, and Salim was frightened that she might start viewing Dalitha in the same way, a proposal Salim would never condone. However, she came home one day from work to find Fatima's clothes laid out neatly in the wardrobe, and to hear the sounds of lovemaking emanating from Amna's bedroom, Salim dashed upstairs to find Fatima and Dalitha rolling around on the bed with no sign of Amna. She later found out that it was through Amna that Dalitha had met her niece's agent, and that the lovemaking that Fatima was now enjoying with Dalitha was not at all for the first time.

Salim hovered by the door as she watched Dalitha licking Fatima's vagina, her slim knees parted on either side, still wearing stilettos and gasping with pleasure. Fatima spotted her, and with a smile indicated that Salim should join them. At first, Salim was unsure. Shouldn't she feel angry that her best friend was making love to her niece in this way? But, seeing no better solution, she eased off her clothes, and joined the two girls on the bed, her tongue actively probing Fatima's mouth and lips, and her fingers with Fatima's within the tight folds of Dalitha's vulva.

For Dalitha, this new active sex life of hers was a great revelation. She'd got used to Salim's own style of lovemaking, not to mention the scents of her body, the feel of her flesh and the taste of her vagina. Now, she was enjoying quite different sensations from different bodies, and enjoying them all. Her hunger for variety and change was growing, at the same time as she became aware of limits she wasn't at all sure she wanted to traverse. For instance, much as she enjoyed the sight and taste of Fluff's tattooed penises, she wasn't at all convinced that her vagina was ready for that sort of penetration.

Then one evening, when visiting her aunt, she found three visitors being entertained by Amna and Salim she'd not met before. One was a slim boyish oriental girl, who was wearing an open waistcoat and nothing else, revealing a chest that was remarkably flat for a fully-grown woman. And what a contrast it was with Susan's companion, who was topless, wearing only jeans, who had the most enormous pair of bosoms Dalitha had ever seen. She was sure she'd seen pictures of breasts like these, but in the flesh they were truly awesome. Each one was significantly larger than her own head, with nipples that themselves were larger than the span of her hand.

And with Susan and Rosemary, and totally naked, was a girl about the same age as her, with long curls of hair spread over her slim bare shoulders, and cascading down between the sharp angles of her shoulder blades. She turned to smile at Dalitha, pleased to see someone her own age. Dalitha smiled back.

After being introduced to Maisie, Dalitha and she sat together, both unclothed and chatted about programmes they watched on television and records they'd bought, finding great areas of mutual interest, but not daring to broach the subject of how come they knew the people they knew, and how much their lifestyles resembled each other. Maisie had become more self-confident after leaving Tanya, but she still felt a vague feeling of discomfort in the subject of sex since her ordeals, mostly enjoying only the attention of Susan and Rosemary when not making love in a professional capacity.

However, when she placed a hand on Dalitha's knee, and the black girl made no attempt to move it off, and indeed smiled at Maisie quite encouragingly, she knew how the evening would progress. Indeed, as the others fussed over preparing dinner and opening bottles of wine, the two girls began tentatively exploring each other. Maisie's mouth descended on Dalitha's and her arm embraced Dalitha's waist. Dalitha responded with an involuntary gasp of pleasure as she pushed her tongue into Maisie's mouth and the two started kissing each other passionately, their warm bodies reflecting heat off each other.

Salim watched indulgently, while standing next to Susan by the door to the kitchen, an empty wine glass in one hand and a dishcloth in the other. She sighed as she saw Dalitha finding yet another lover other than herself with whom to share her body. Susan noticed her sigh, and tenderly stroked Salim's long naked back.

"Maisie's been quite lonely for a while," Susan remarked to Salim. "Don't you think it's good that she's found someone her own age to keep her company?"

"I suppose so," agreed Salim, who couldn't help the pangs of jealousy rise within her. Why is it she could never have an exclusive lover? Why did she have to share her love?

"Salim, don't be sad," whispered Susan, sensing some distress in her friend. She took the dishcloth and wine glass from Salim's hand, and placed it on the table. She put her arms around Salim, ignoring the stares from Amna and Rosemary who were, for different reasons, unhappy with Susan spending too much time with Salim. Susan kissed Salim tenderly on the lips, and then after a brief test of Salim's crotch to see how moist she was, discreetly guided her to the bedroom where she used her skill and artistry to distract Salim's thoughts from Dalitha.

As the two lay together after only a few minutes of rather mad, uncoordinated lovemaking, Susan brushed away the tears that Salim had allowed to burst forth now that her emotional barriers were lowered. "I can see that you're jealous of Dalitha, just as you were jealous of Amna. But surely you can see that it's better for her to be with someone like Maisie? You are much older than her. And you are her aunt."

Salim nodded sadly and sniffed selfpityingly. "Why is it I can never find a relationship that is mine and mine alone?"

Susan kissed her tenderly on the eyebrows, the eyelids, the lips and her forehead, but chose not to answer that question. She let Salim wrap her arms around her, whilst in the distance they could hear the high-pitched cries of ecstasy as Dalitha and Maisie gave each other pleasure. Soon, she knew, Rosemary and Amna would become involved, and she decided that despite her own sexual preferences, she would rather spend the evening keeping her hostess happy, than just add a fifth body to the melange of flesh that would soon take centre stage in the living room. She kissed Salim tenderly.

"For tonight, Salim, you have me and me alone," she said reassuringly.