Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 17:04:07 -0500
From: Christine Larkin <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Lasting Bond

A Lasting Bond
By Chrissy Larkin

Jennifer Preston set the table while her younger sister Martha finished
preparing the baked chicken, seasoned mashed potatoes and fresh peas from
the local farmer's market. On the window of their cozy house sat a peach
cobbler pie, its aroma wafting through the kithen. The two sister's, both in
their mid-forties, bustled about the kitchen, getting dinner ready. When
they sat down, Jennifer poured a glass of white wine and the eating
commenced. They talked about their day matter-of-factly, and about their
jobs--Jennifer was a school teacher, Martha a bank teller--and whether they
would go to the new movie showing at the one and only theater in town.

After finishing their cobbler, the two sisters took turns washing the dishes
and then Jennifer lit up a cigarette (much to Martha's dismay) as they
sipped their decaf coffee.  Jennifer was 47, with short, light brown hair, a
broad, smiling face and a tall, but full body. Her pendulous breasts were
hidden behind the workshirts she liked to wear when not on the job and her
jeans were tight, accentuating a full rear. She laughed with the kind of
semi-hoarse chortle that smokers tend to make. Her sister was four years
younger and built quite different. Smaller in height and slim (much to
Jennifer's envy), Martha kept her hair long and spent money, too much money
on regular perms. Her face was more narrow than her sister's, and she still
wore glasses she had since the age of 12. Martha also loved clothes and
liked to look feminine in pastel-colored skirts and blouses that flattered
her small but sharp breasts. The two sisters couldn't have looked more
distinct.

Finally, Martha dropped her spoon with a clatter into her empty mug and
asked her older sister if she was ready. Jennifer stubbed out the cigarette
and nodded. The two sisters rose from their chairs and headed upstairs to
the large bedroom. Quietly, they removed their clothes. Martha put hers in a
nice neat pile, while Jennifer let hers fall in a clump on the chair.

"Who's first today," Martha asked.

"I think I am," said Jennifer, and without waiting for a reply climbed on
the bed and stretched her pale, naked body across the sheet. She pulled her
somewhat plump legs up about halfway and then spread them apart and stared
at the ceiling as she waited for Martha to finish her meticulous disrobing.
Finally she heard her sister climb on the bed and felt Martha's warm breath
on her thighs.

Martha sniffed her sister's pussy and thanked her for using the scented soap
when she showered earlier. She never did like the smell of another woman's
sex. Jennifer smiled and teased her sister to get on with it. soon she felt
Martha's delicate fingers caress her vulva. Jennifer softly rubbed and
tugged on her own nipples as she felt herself grow wet with arousal. When
she finally felt Martha's warm tongue begin to lick and probe the pink folds
of her vagina, Jennifer closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

******

For years now, the two sisters had been sexual partners, sharing a secret
life in the small town where they lived. While everyone who knew them,
thought they were just two spinster sisters who had never married, in fact
they were locked in an incestuous bond that stretched all the way back to
when they were teenagers living on their father's farm.  It started
innocently enough when Jennifer (the older sister) was 16 had discovered the
pleasures of masturbation. Almost daily during that youthful summer so long
ago, she would disappear into the barn where she would shed her clothes and
lay on a pile of hay, smelling the fragrant air, and having vivid teenage
fantasies while masturbating furiously.

One day, while lost in her world of arousal, Jennifer spied her younger
sister Martha (then barely 12 years old) watching her. She pretended not to
notice and continued masturbating, only this time, she became quite lively,
groaning and bucking her hips as her pleasure increased until finally she
cried out with her pelvis in the air, her fingers deep into her dripping
pussy and her other hand gripping a fistful of hay.

The next several days, Jennifer made sure Martha saw her leave the house and
head for the barn. Each time, she watched her younger sister out of the
corner of her eye, and each time, she put on as erotic a show as she knew
how. Finally, she confronted her sister and asked her why she watched.
Martha was tongue-tied at first, but blushing deeply, admitted to being
excited by the spectacle. With a little persusasion, Jennifer convinced her
little sister to come and learn with her. For a while they practiced mutual
masturbation, laying together side-by-side on the hay taking turns rubbing
and watching each other. But for Jennifer, the temptation proved too much
and soon she coaxed her little sister into letting her touch her, assisting
Martha with her sexual exploration. It wasn't long before the pleasure
quickly snowballed into oral sex and other more intimate forms of
experimentation.

By the time the girls went back to school in the fall, Jennifer knew she was
a lesbian. But she kept her feelings from Martha, who was quite boy-crazy at
the time. For the next several years, the girls tried to keep their
relationship at a distance, only getting together once in a while when they
couldn't resist the urge. One summer, they decided to lose their virginity
together and seduced a local boy named Tom. It didn't take much to get the
impressionable teenage boy into the hayloft. They took turns kissing him and
fondling his penis. Quickly, the girls shed their clothes and soon had Tom
naked too. The three rolled and groped each other (sometimes Jennifer would
caress Martha), until finally Jennifer mounted Tom's penis and rode him to a
quick orgasm.

When Tom's penis wilted after cumming, Jennifer, for the first and only
time, put his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it back to life. Then
little Martha, copying her sister, straddled Tom and slipped his swollen
tool inside her. Jennifer can still remember the scene, with Tom lying on
the hay, covered in sweat, his eyes bulging, while Martha bounced up and
down on him riding his teenage penis feverishly. Her long hair was
disheveled, her glasses kept sliding down her sweaty nose and her small
breasts stood erect with excitement. Jennifer watched with pride as her
little sister tried to master the art of riding a cock, until finally she
lost control, bucking wildly with Tom's penis slipping out of her reddened
vagina several times, before Martha collapsed on top of him, shuddering
uncontrollably as the powerful orgasm wracked her soft, young body.

But that was years ago. The girls grew up, started careers and when their
father died and the farm was sold, they moved into town. While Martha dated,
Jennifer dealt with her demons as a closet lesbian in a small conservative
town. She took to driving a couple of hours on weekends to meet others of
her kind in the city, but somehow she couldn't tear herself away from small
town life and her sister. Martha continued to pursue the possibility of
marriage, but she never could find Mr. Right. For years, they avoided any
sexual contact, but one evening, out of frustration and slighly drunk,
Jennifer pleaded with Martha to help her release her sexual urges. After
that, the rendevous between the Preston sisters became more frequent and
eventually, as Martha gave up any hope of finding a decent man to marry,
turned her full sexual attention to her older sister. Finally, they quietly
started living together, playing the role of friendly, single sisters to
their neighbors, but meanwhile bonding as sexual partners behind the lacy
curtains of their neat, clean house.

******

Meanwhile, Martha's delicate tongue caressed Jennifer's clit, bringing
ripples of pleasure without overwhelming the sensitive organ. Jennifer
smiled inside, thinking how well she had trained her sister on the art of
oral sex. Now she was in a state of bliss, knowng that Martha would keep it
up as long as she wanted to. Jennifer gripped her knees and held her quaking
thighs apart, so that nothing would interfere with Martha's efforts.  The
spings on the bed began to squeak as Jennifer began bucking and thrusting
her pelvis in rhythm to her sister's flickering tongue and middle finger,
which had found its way down Jennifer's crack and into her anus.

"Ooooh, yeah...Mmmmm....oooH, ooooH, oooooH, OooooooGODDDD!"

Jennifer's body twitched as it rose from the sexual plateau to pre-orgasmic
delight.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, YYYESSSSS, YESSSS, YESSSS!!!," she cried out as her soft,
warm folds of flesh shook and heaved from the explosive jolts triggered by
the massive orgasm. Martha could no longer keep her tongue on her sister's
pussy which moved spasmodically in front of her. Finally she plunged her
fingers into Jennifer's wet hole and rubbed vigorously, a move which brought
on further cries of pleasure from her older sister.

Like any sisters, Jennifer and Martha teased one another, competed, scolded
and looked out for each other. They debated what to grow in the garden and
discussed celebrity gossip in minute detail. One minute, they would talk
practically about what sex toys to buy and then make fun of someone from
church the next.  Martha thought Jennifer drank too much and Jennifer
thought Martha was a bit of a prig. Occasionally, they would have a falling
out and wouldn't speak but a few words to each other for days, before
simmering down. Then they would then hug and make up, but never kiss. That
was the one thing missing from their sexual bond. No deep kisses. Despite
everything else, it was the one bit of intimacy they felt uncomfortable
with. And yet, on many an evening, they would snuggle up together in the big
queen-sized bed, naked under the covers, reading their books or watching TV,
while one sister would gently caress the other's thighs and pussy until she
fell asleep. It made them feel close.

As Jennifer's orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at her sister.
Martha was kneeling between her legs, wiping her mouth with a tissue.
Jennifer smiled as she watched her, noticing Martha's flush face, hungry
eyes and erect nipples. The vein on her neck was throbbing noticeably.
Martha smiled back. "I'm ready, Jenn."

"As if I didn't know," Jennifer replied with a laugh.

Jennifer climbed off the bed and opended the drawer in the table beside the
bed. Inside were an assortment of sex toys, from various vibrators and
dildoes to anal beads and lubricants. Jennifer knew what she was looking for
and grabbed the strap-on dildo. When she turned around, Martha was kneeling
on the bed, wagging her rear end.

"Take me like a man, Jenn!" she cooed with delight.

Jennifer kneeled behind her sister and from the aroma, could tell just how
aroused her sister had become. She fondled Martha's vulva and made sure to
tickle her anus with her tongue. Then she reached forward and cupped her
sister's lovely little tits in her hand. Martha sighed and wiggled her ass
again impatiently. Jennifer knew not to spend too much time with foreplay.
It was easy to get Martha sexually excited and she could tell her little
sister was now in heat.

Martha's favorite position was on her hands and knees, facing towards the
head of the bed where she could look into the large mirror there and watch
herself. Jennifer scooted up and pressed the head of the dildo against her
sister's hot, wet pussy. Martha opened her legs a bit more and sighed as the
large dildo easily slid into her. Jennifer watched carefully as she began
thrusting back and forth, making sure the dildo didn't pop out. Once sure of
her rhythm, she looked up at the mirror to watch as well.

Martha's glasses were already sliding down her nose, but she refused to take
them off, wanting to watch herself and especially Jennifer's large breasts
as they flopped and shook while she rhythmically banged the dildo into
pussy. It didn't take long for Martha to start grunting with animal pleasure
as the two fucked doggy-style.

"Ooh yeah, that feels good! Fuck me hard," exclaimed Jennifer's younger
sister.

"Shoot your hot jism into me! Shoot it in me!" she grunted repeatedly as
Jennifer patiently pumped and thrust her pelvis back and forth, eyeing with
envy her sister's petite rear. As the bed springs shook and groaned from
sister rocking, Jennifer sometimes wondered what Martha's seventh grade
students would make of their prim and proper teacher behaving so lustily in
the heat of the moment, talking so dirty. It thrilled her that her little
sister could become so slutty.

Jennifer looked and the mirror and could see Martha's face was now beet-red.
She knew her little sister was close to losing her control. No longer
talking, she just grunted in a high voice over and over, "Fuck me, Fuck me,
Fuck me!"

Finally, the moment of ecstacy arrived and Martha buried her head into her
pillow, squealing and moaning, while rapidly thrusting her pelvis back on to
the dildo. Jennifer remained still, letting her sister do all the work.
Suddenly, almost on cue, a gush of liquid oozed out over the dildo and
Martha sobbed quietly into the pillow as she ejaculated her sex juice. A
powerful aroma filled the room and Jennifer rubbed her own clit, now deeply
inflamed. As she fingered herself, Jennifer looked over at the still-open
drawer filled with sex toys and noticed the double-headed dildo. She looked
back at Martha, who was still sobbing with pleasure into the pillow, and
wondered if she was up for another round of pleasure. She hoped so.

The end.

Comments are welcome. Please send your emails to Chrissy at
larkin47@hotmail.com