Boundaries Ch. 05

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I was giddy the next morning and woke up bright-eyed. Kaylee was still snoozing. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and she snuggled further into the blankets. It was a bit chilly so I threw on some clothes. I walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Kaylee padded in a little while later. I didn't notice her until I saw her standing still rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She hadn't bothered to dress.

"OJ?" I asked.

"No. Skim milk. I've been cheating on my diet," she mumbled. She sat at the breakfast nook and leaned on it like a drunkard, struggling to wake up.

"Coming right up."

I poured her a large glass, sat down with her, and slid it over to her.

"Does what I'm doing with you make me a complete lesbo?" Kaylee asked as she tapped her fingernails on the glass.

"Do you want the short answer or the long answer?"

"Something tells me you are going to give me the long answer, anyways."

I laughed. "Yeah, because it's not a simple answer."

"Great."

"Hun, it's not that difficult, really. You like what you like. I've never been a fan of easy definitions or labels."

"But, you told me you were a bi."

"I did." I sighed. "But it was just a way to make things easy to think about. You were young when we first talked about me liking girls, remember?"

Kaylee nodded. "I think I would want to try a penis sometime. Maybe once. But, boys are jerks. Does that make me a bi? Like you?"

"Hun. I think I'm the worst person to ask about what someone is. Whether they are bi-sexual, straight, gay, or... what's the new term used nowadays? Pan-sexual? Try things out for yourself. Make your own decisions. Don't rely on someone else to make those molds for you."

"Okay." She thought for a while. "So, if I'm not sure if I'm a bi or a lesbian, then can we still masturbate together?" Her eyes looked hopefully at me.

"Of course, honey. I love you too much not to stop."

Her hopeful expression changed to a very satisfied smile.

"And besides. You and I need to pick up a vibrator for you to use. You keep stealing mine. Do you and Kristen take it?" The last part came out before I had a chance to screen it. I'd have to rub one out before I went to work this morning.

"A vibrator might make up for the lack of masturbation this morning."

"Well, Mom needs it for when her Kaylee isn't around to help her."

"That Kristen comment just made me think of something, Mom..."

I shivered. Did she spin out crazy thoughts just like me?

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Kaylee's sweaty body was tight against me as we spooned after an evening of masturbation and dirty talk. Our vibrators lay discarded at our feet and we cuddled in a post-coital exhilaration.

"Hey, Mom," my daughter asked. "How many pussies have you seen?"

"Hmm... A handful?"

"...you said mine is the prettiest. Even prettier than Kristen's?"

"By far."

"Where did you see the others?"

"That was a long time ago, let me think..."

"In high school?"

I laughed. "No, my experience wasn't exactly like yours. Why? How many have you seen?"

"Kristen's. Yours... Lori's and Katie's when we were masturbating. Mine. That makes five."

"Yours doesn't count."

"It does if mine is the prettiest."

I made an approximate mental count. "About ten. Most of them a little after your dad and I married."

"Wow. Really? Did you lez-out all of a sudden, or something?"

"Not, really. I saw one in high-school. Then, none for a while. And I told your dad I was bi-sexual when we started dating. There were a few girlfriends I messed around with for a few years until he wanted to join in. We tried that once and it didn't work out. Your dad can be a little possessive, y'know? I didn't see any more girls until after the divorce."

Kaylee nodded. "So, it was in college when you were married to dad?"

I thought back across all those years. "Yeah. It always just kinda happened with girls. And I have to admit that I really like girls. So we just messed around."

"It happened cuz you're hot.... messed around... like, kissing and fingers on panties messing around? Or we talking skin-on-skin, orgasms... messing around?" She shifted beside me.

I laughed. "Skin-on-skin, building each other up to orgasms with our tongues messing around. Another girl wanted a threeway but that was after your dad and I tried one and I knew he couldn't handle it."

Kaylee's palm slipped across her stomach. "Was the first pussy the high-school girl?"

I nodded. "And she was the prettiest pussy I saw before yours." I didn't know if I wanted to say anything more than that.

"Seriously? What was her name? You got an old picture of her..."

I gulped. The girl and I had accepted that moment in time and we had our understanding about it. We were still in contact today. And Kaylee knew her. I was unsure if I wanted my daughter to know about it...

"You really want to know her name?"

"Uh huh."

"I'm telling you this because I trust you, Kay," I heard myself say. "But it was your Aunt's. Amanda."

"Your sister? Really?" Kaylee gawked disbelievingly and she moved around to face me. "Like, just kissing, right?"

"No, Kay. If I saw her naked while kissing we were probably doing a lot more than that. Think about it."

Her face was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and contemplation. "I can't believe you totally lezzed-out with Aunt Amanda." Kaylee bit her lip.

I didn't know what to do. She settled back into the tight curled position we were in before and I wrapped my arms around her again. I suddenly felt awkward about my dealings with my sister. One part of me was frozen. The other part of me wanted to confess every bit of what happened and be honest with my beloved Kaylee.

She didn't stir but just laid there, breathing regularly. When I checked to see if she had fallen asleep, I could see that her eyes were still open, staring.

"Umm... how did you two start, anyways?" Kaylee asked after a long while and I thought she had fallen asleep.

"Well. We were in the same room for many years. Grandpa and Grandma didn't have a lot of money when we were growing up. And it was only natural to see each other naked. But, when we were eighteen or so. Your age. We were finally catching boys' attention."

"I'm hearing a lot about boys and growing up, nothing about girls."

"I'm getting there. Anyways, we had that ugly duckling phase in high school and didn't date much before eighteen. When the boys started coming around, it got us thinking. About sex."

"So, you started making out?"

"Not quite. Problem was that it was a small town..."

"Gaston is tiny."

"Yeah, and the high school was a junior high and high school mashed into one. The only cock was underage or twenty miles away in Portland."

"What about girls? Your age?"

"That's what happened. A new girl moved into town and she really liked girls. Danica was her name. There was only one of her so Amanda and I had to share. I don't know why but Danica didn't mind if we watched each other."

Kaylee shifted. "Kink number one..."

"Oh, I'm well aware of your voyeur turn on, Kay." I poked her.

"I'd like to voyeur you and Kristen...," she mumbled.

"I'm not sure Kristen would be into that. You want to hear the rest of the story?"

She nodded.

"Danica left pretty soon, though. Her dad only had a six month contract with the Department of Transportation. We were eighteen, hormones raging, and the only real sexual experience had been with other girls. Together. We weren't exactly bad looking. Do you start to see a picture forming?"

"How was it? With Aunt Amanda?" Kaylee asked contemplatively after a moment.

"Kay. It's not easy to explain. But it was very sensual."

"Did you watch her masturbate? Like you and I do?"

"At first. But, it became more experimental."

"We experiment."

"Not like Aunt Amanda and I did, Kay."

"Oh." My daughter paused for a moment. "How did you experiment?"

I wanted to express to Kaylee the physicality that my sister and I had shared. It was still one of the most moving experiences I had ever had, second only to the physicality and passion that my daughter and I shared. However, the degree had been to a greater extent than what my daughter and I had experienced physically together and there were areas Kaylee and I hadn't dared to venture yet. I was unsure how much to tell.

"We touched each other while we masturbated."

"Oh, yeah?" The hand that was on her stomach slipped between her legs. "Did you get close to her pussy? Like we do? And smell her juices?"

"We..." Not only did I smell her juices, I used to lick my sister's pussy till she cried. "...I mean... I.. used to put my hand on her pussy and masturbate her."

Kaylee's hand pressed hard between her legs and she let out a cute moan. "D-did you.. let her... cum on your hand?"

"Yes, Kay." My pussy grew wetter as I watched my daughter frig to my story. "It was very special between us."

"Special...." My daughter panted. "Like when you sucked my pussy juice off my fingers... that one time?"

"Like that. Just like that, hun."

I traced my finger along the curve of her hip, the kind a lover could grip in the throes of passion, as her moans grew louder and her hand worked faster. I trailed that fingernail further up her side, along her slender neck, and to her connected earlobes.

I heard a frustrated growl and her other arm grabbed my hand and placed it against one of her breasts. I felt her hard nipples on my palm and her flesh was pale and soft against mine.

Amanda's breasts, as I remembered them, felt heavy compared to Kaylee's. My sister's were like mine; large and considerable compared to Kaylee's cute and handful-sized globes.

Kaylee's body was reacting and I sensed her imminent release. Kaylee's hand was loose on mine, continuing to clasp my hand to her breast. I kept my hand still, not wanting to impinge on her carnal fantasy. I wasn't sure how far she wanted this to go.

Her release was considerable. It wasn't the screaming affairs of recent but it looked very pleasurable. Her stomach and limps flexed and she whimpered joy. When her body calmed, my hand moved to the other side of her chest and I felt her heart thump.

She laid there with her eyes closed for a long while. When they finally opened, her eyes emanated nothing but love and happiness. She could have stayed with me the whole night, naked, in each other's arms, but there was something in her eyes. Something primal that I recognized in myself. Tonight was not the night we should be sharing a bed.

I walked her, hand-in-hand, to her door. We parted with a peck on the lips and left each other to our respective bedrooms and thoughts.