Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 11:51:21 -0800 (PST)
From: rockprincessc91@yahoo.com
Subject: Life in My Sisters Arms part 1.

This is an almost true story. I've tried to hold accuracy to standard, but
there were a few embellishments that seemed to make it a little better
read. Hope you all enjoy.

Any comments send to rockprincessc91@yahoo.com



I was 14 years old when my sister Tina and I moved in with our Aunt Sharon.
Tina was 15 at that tumultuous time in our lives. She was my big sister,
and my guide in many ways. It was she that I looked to for guidance, for
advice, and for respect.

Our Father had passed from Cancer 2 years earlier. He was one of those men
that was quiet, yet commanded a presence wherever he happened to be.
Strong, handsome, and a loving father were all good descriptions.

Our Mother had a nervous breakdown shortly after his death, and took to
heavy drinking binges. It was Tina that found her. She had swallowed
sleeping pills along with a bottle of scotch. We were alone in the world.

Aunt Sharon was our mother's younger sister.  Petite, yet curvy in a
womanly seductive way, extremely pretty, sporting the most gorgeous mane of
dark auburn hair, she led the life of a modern single woman, but had no
intentions of settling down. We changed all of that.

Sharon loved her lifestyle, but would not bear to have us in an orphanage
or in foster care when our own family had the means and ability to care for
us. She invited us into her home and made us as welcome as we had ever been
anywhere in our short lives.

Her home was in an area where the schools were good, the neighbors
pleasant, and safety wasn't a problem. The only drawback she felt was that
Tina and I had to share a bedroom. It was a small house, but comfortable,
even with two girls to a bedroom.

Sharon worked in a formals shop that specialized in high end woman's wear,
and wedding supplies. She often joked about having more seductive lingerie
than any other place in town, and even the local strippers got their dance
costumes from her shop.  The shop's mission was to provide everything for a
wedding from the announcements to the honeymoon night, and everything in
between! Our Aunt made a very good living doing what she did, and spoiled
us with clothes, video games, and pretty much anything we wanted. All that
was missing was our parents, and we desperately needed them in our
development.

Tina and I would have hours after school to ourselves. We spent the first
hour or two with homework and studying, and the rest of the time with
varied amusements. One of our favorite things was to try on Aunt Sharon's
clothes. She had some of the most luxurious dresses, and expensive clothes
that we had never believed we would personally have occasion to wear. It
was on one of our forays into our Aunt's closet that our lives took a new
and exciting twist!

Tina and I shared the bedroom right next to Sharon's. We knew that there
was a gap in the wall of our closet that led into Sharon's. We also knew
that if her closet door was open and the night light on, which it
invariably was, we could see right to her bed, and had on a few occasions
watched while Sharon entertained a few of her male acquaintances.

We entered Sharon's room, and propped the closet door open. It was a Friday
night, and Sharon was sure to have company later in the evening. She would
go to a club after getting off work, and her gentlemen callers would often
accompany her home. Tina and I tried to make sure we appeared asleep when
they got there so Sharon didn't have to deal with us, and she could have a
life of her own.

With the closet door open slightly, Tina and I had quite a view of what an
older woman did with her gentlemen friends. We were both intrigued by the
act, even though Tina had already been sexually active with two boys, and I
myself had a sexual affair with a boy from school. There was just something
about seeing the act of love from a voyeur's point of view that excited us.

We grabbed some clothes out of the closet for us to try on. We took the
clothing, which included the lingerie to wear underneath, and returned to
our room.  Tina had picked an outfit for me that was a black cocktail dress
that was just slightly big on me, complete with stockings, bustier, and
strapped sandals. I shed my clothes and started to pull on the stockings.
I felt a strange sensual emotion as I pulled the black stockings on. There
was something so adult, so arousing to wear them. I later found out that I
had a real sensory attachment to the nylon and spandex in this department.

Tina and I were both within the same size range of our Aunt. We were
younger of course, but our hips had started filling out, and we both were
gifted from an early age in the breast department. Wearing Aunt Sharon's
clothes were not only viable, we both felt the other looked grown up, and
sophisticated when we dressed up like this, and while other girls our age
had long outgrown the dress up games of childhood, we were taking things to
the next level.  Tina had chosen a short white dress and similar
undergarments to wear for our little dress up game. She noticed that she
had only one white stocking and returned to Sharon's room to find the
other. She was gone for a few minutes while I finished pulling on the
bustier. When she returned, she had more than the stocking in her hand.
Tina was holding a cardboard box in her hands with the stocking draped
across the top. I walked over and looked inside.  I was not shocked at what
Tina had found, but at how many and the sizes and types of toys in the
box. There were dildos, vibrators and even some butt plugs. Some of the
toys were pretty large. I didn't have visions of my aunt being virginal,
not with what Tina and I had witnessed through the gap in the closet wall,
but I didn't see her small body being able to accept the sheer girth of
some of the dildos and the one butt plug!

"Oh my God Tina! Where were these?" I asked in astonishment.

"They were under her bed. I dropped the stocking on the floor, and when
I bent down to pick it up, I saw the box. I wouldn't have looked closer if
it wouldn't have been for this sticking out the side."

She pulled the toy from behind her back. It was a strap on dildo harness
with a huge fake cock inserted in the ring.

"You don't think Aunt Sharon is into other women do you?" I asked.

"I don't know. I mean, I guess she could be. God knows I think she's
hot. I'm sure other women do too. Maybe it was a woman that was here the
other night instead of a man. She was pretty quiet and
careful. Remember?"

"Yeah, she was really secretive about whoever was here. She even came
out first and checked to make sure we were asleep."

I took the strap on toy from Tina and marveled at it. I felt a strange
sensation in my pelvic area, and I knew I was lubricating. I was slightly
ashamed that it was happening, but felt powerless to stop it. I was getting
aroused at the thought of my Aunt with another woman, and wished
desperately to witness this act for myself.  I still don't know what made
me do it, but I was feeling dirty and playful. I held the rubber cock up
and saw that it hadn't yet been cleaned. I took my tongue and ran it the
length of the toy from where it protruded from the retaining ring, up the
shaft, and over the head. At that point, I left the toy slide into my mouth
and sucked it in like I was giving head to a real cock. That was something
I had yet to do in real life, and I was lost in the moment.

I could detect a faint pungent taste on the toy. This was no doubt either
my Aunt, or her female lover's womanly juices, and I felt a renewed wetness
in the panties I had on. It was then that I realized that I stood there in
stockings, panties, bustier, and nothing else in front of my sister,
sucking what may have been the flavor of our Aunt off of a lesbian sex
toy. I had an orgasm right there without even touching myself.

"Amy! What the hell are you doing?" It was all that Tina could manage
to say.

I just giggled and didn't stop. I was feeling hornier than Id ever felt and
the nastiness of possibly tasting my Aunt's pussy on the dildo was
overwhelming.

"Seriously Amy, it might have been Aunt Sharon that that was in, not the
other way around!"

"God I hope so!" I replied.

"Amy, you're turning into such a slut!"

"Maybe I am?"

We finished dressing, put the box of Sharon's toys away as Tina had found
them, and modeled our outfits for each other. It was getting later in the
evening, and we had made dinner and dined while in the dress clothes. We
even got into Sharon's liquor cabinet, and drank a bottle of vodka mixed
with fruit punch between the two of us.  We went to bed that night, and
were hoping that we could stay awake long enough to see if Aunt Sharon
would bring home a suitor. We both privately had our fingers crossed that
the guest, if any, would be another female. We got all we hoped for, and
even more.

Around 3am, we heard the door open and footsteps coming up the stairway. We
could tell that there were more than one set, and we lay perfectly still,
not wanting to betray our awareness. We had finished the vodka punch very
recently, and we were both feeling the effects pretty strongly. We had to
be careful, and the buzz made that hard.  We heard Aunt Sharon's bedroom
door shut, and could see the light through the gap in the closet wall. We
gave them a few minutes to get absorbed so our movements would definitely
be unnoticed. We sneaked out of our shared Queen sized bed, and crept
toward the closet. We both fit inside comfortably, but we had to have
whoever was in front kneel in front of the gap, and the one in back could
look around the front person's head to gain the view.  We were expecting
something hot and heavy, but neither of us expected what we saw. Our Aunt
was in our field of view as was a man who was in the process of kissing and
undressing our Aunt. There was something different though, and being in
front, I was able to move my head some and see another set of hands helping
with the undressing. Those hands were female.

I felt the familiar arousal at our peeking game, but much more intense. Was
Sharon going to be a sexual partner to both of these people? The man was in
his mid to late 30's, Tall, short dark hair, and a muscular build. The
woman was about our Aunt's size or maybe slightly taller, and just as
curvy. She had long platinum blonde hair that was straight, and fell to her
mid back.

I could feel Tina's breath on my back as she peered over my shoulder. I was
also aware of her breasts pushing into my back as the scene unfolded before
our prying eyes. Sharon was soon nude except for her stockings, belt and a
thong. Her attention was turned to the woman who sat on the bed completely
nude. We watched in stunned awe as Sharon kneeled in front of her, parted
her gorgeous legs, and started kissing up and down her inner thighs. The
man stood back and stroked what had to be the largest cock I've ever seen
in my life even to this day!  I could feel Tina's breasts push more firmly
into my back as we watched the woman's vagina disappear from sight behind
our Aunt's head. There it was! Our Aunt was bisexual! The thrill that went
through me as Sharon ate pussy was indescribable. I felt the wetness simply
flood out of me. The feeling must have been mutual because at that point,
Tina slipped her arm around front of me, and caressed my breast.

The sensation came almost as an electric shock! What was she doing? She was
my sister for Christ' sake! But did I want her to stop? I can only answer
with a resounding "no!"

We watched in fascination as Sharon orally pleased the woman in the
room. The man had moved over to the other woman and she was orally pleasing
him at the same time. Later, the three of them ended up in a pile on the
bed. The man had penetrated Sharon, and the woman was behind them, reaching
between his legs fondling his shaft as it sunk deep into Sharon's obviously
dripping vagina.

The man came before long, and the other woman spoke up.

"You didn't get off on that short amount of fucking, did you sexy?"

"I'm afraid not." Sharon said softly.

"Shall we do like we did the other night so you can have yours too?"

"I'll get it out again." Sharon said as she reached beneath the bed
and pulled out the strap on toy.

The other woman took it and before strapping it onto her womanly hips,
licked it.

"Mmm! I can still detect a faint taste of you from our last
encounter."

There it was. I really tasted my Aunt's vagina on that toy earlier! Tina
gave me a nudge letting me know she had heard also. The grasp on my breast
tightened, and I enjoyed the pleasantness of it. I took her hand and guided
it down my tummy, but before I could feel her hand reach my panties, she
withdrew.

I turned to see if I could get a feel for her mind at that point. I wanted
to see by the look on her face if she were offended or not, but when I
turned, she nodded back toward the gap. There was Aunt Sharon with her legs
in the air and another woman plunging a strap on dink into her. She was
starting to make noises, and writhe around uncontrollably on the bed.

In moments, her lust satiated, she orgasmed and the other couple soon
started preparing to leave. The man dressed, and my Aunt helped the woman
into her pantyhose, and dress. We knew we needed to get to bed quickly and
the show was over anyway. We returned to our bed, and covered up.

A few moments later, we heard the door open. A quick peek through the
darkness revealed Sharon's head in the doorway checking to make sure we
were asleep. A minute later we heard footfalls down the stairs, and
eventually a car started and left outside.  Sharon's footsteps returned
upstairs and her bedroom door shut. Tina had gotten up and closed our
closet door while they were downstairs and quickly and quietly returned to
bed.  After we were certain that Sharon had gone to sleep, Tina turned to
me.

"What were you going to do with my hand?" She asked.

I was still feeling the effects of the vodka punch from earlier, and the
raging emotions I had felt watching Sharon fuck a couple.

"This." I replied.

I took her hand, placed it on my breast, and slowly ran her fingers down my
tummy. This time when I reached the waistband of my panties, I slipped her
hand beneath, and over my lips. I felt her breath hit my face, and I could
tell she had closed her eyes. I took a chance, and placed my lips on hers
and she willingly kissed me back, almost forcing her tongue between them.

I left go of her hand and ran it over Tina's shapely behind. I took my leg
and threw it over hers to open myself up some for her fingers as I massaged
her butt. She continued to kiss me and left my lips to kiss down my neck
and chest. My nipples had stiffened, and when her lips found the first one,
I couldn't help but gasp. She flicked her tongue across and swirled it
around my areola as it grew even tauter.

I decided that she shouldn't be the only one having fun here, so I slipped
my hand beneath her panties and started sliding them off. To my pleasure,
she was more than cooperative, and before long, we were both completely
nude. The sensation of our naked bodies together as we held each other
close and kissed was electric. We were both more aroused than we had ever
been.

We both knew where we were headed, and wasted little time getting into a 69
position. I teased at her lips for a little bit, relishing the wetness that
was rapidly developing, and enjoyed her tongue on my clit. I was throbbing
now, and so close to the edge that I started quaking. I drove my tongue
into her soaked pussy as deeply as I could then flicked my tongue over her
clit. She left out a sigh, and I proceeded to insert 2 fingers into that
tight vagina while I continued pleasing her clit with my tongue.

I was beginning to orgasm, and it took all I could do to not stop the oral
pleasure I was providing to Tina. I felt not only a desire, but a need to
bring her to an earth moving orgasm. I wasn't far off, and as I reached a
climax, Tina fell into the throes of her own orgasm. We were both writhing
around on our bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, but not wanting to
hold back from each other.

We held each other for the next few moments before I righted myself in
bed. That night, we slept in each other's arms more satisfied than any
other time I can remember.