I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling of the living room, looking at the tiles and noticing how the holes seemed to resemble stars. I was picking out constellations in the regular patterns, and I noticed one that looked like a woman. I started to point this out to my mother, but all I got as a response was a non-committal grunt.

"How about this," my sister asked me, "Does this look like a woman?" And with that, she squatted above my face, her naked pussy opening like a delicate flower anticipating the sun. Amy, of course, was anticipating me eating her snatch, and her cunt lips dripped with her juice.

Naturally, I dove in, as I had been doing for the past two weeks since I found out that my sister lusted after me, and we had involved my mother. Since then, our home had become a lesbian love nest, filled with our forbidden incestuous desires. Of course, there had been one other player in the drama, and sure enough, Andrea entered the room, a strap-on dildo attached to her at the waist, one of the vibrators already embedded in her own pussy. She playfully stroked the rubber protrusion before sidling up behind my mother.

She slid the end of the shaft up and down my mother's slit, coating it in her sex juices before penetrating Mom's tight pussy. As she began to stroke in and out, Mom's face was pushed into my cunt, her nose bumping my clit as her tongue wriggled inside my vagina. The pleasure was building in me, and I transferred it to my sister, licking and probing her cunt with my own tongue, giving her the oral stimulus she craved.

Of course, there was one other oral stimulus that really set my sister off, and I wanted her to experience the depths of pleasure. I slid my tongue from her clit - flicking it several times with the tip - down the length of her sex to her ass. There, I began to probe the opening to her anus, circling the dark sphincter in a way that I knew would drive her wild. The unexpected pleasure caused her to clench up at first, but then she slowly relaxed, allowing my warm wet tongue to probe inside her backdoor. Amy moaned, and I knew that I was giving her a gift she so desperately wanted, one that never failed to bring her the utmost pleasure. My fingers slid up to her box, one finger sliding into her pussy while my thumb sought out her clit, rubbing it in slow circles while the pleasure multiplied.

My mother's breathing became erratic as the buzzing dildo slid in and out of her clenching vagina, Andrea's fingers seeking out her love button. The younger girl threw her head back at the vibrating sensations coming from her own excited genitals, and her free hand grasped at her breasts, triggering electric sensations that shot down to her pussy, adding to the pleasure.

Amy's hands began rubbing my own sensitive nipples, tweaking them between her fingertips, and I reciprocated by increasing the tempo at which I was masturbating her aching clit. Soon, she was cumming, her pussy clenching around my invading digit and her thighs squeezing the sides of my face. She pinched my nipples, setting me off, and my thrashing bucked my hips into my mother's face.

The obvious sight of her two daughters cumming in front of her triggered my Mom's own impending orgasm, and soon, Andrea's climax overtook her. All four of us panted and gasped as the sensations faded. Still, we were far from exhausted. In fact, after a few minutes, we adjourned to Mom's Jacuzzi in the master bedroom for some more play.

Under the water, hands explored, and fingers became naughty, seeking entrance to each other's warm cunts. Soon, Andrea sat on the edge of the tub, her knees spread wide for me to fit between as I licked her tender pussy. I tasted her musky scent, and just like the first time - when I caught her and my sister fantasizing in my room - the smell invigorated me, encouraging my tongue to explore her depths. I dove in.

Amy slipped up behind me, her fingers spreading my cunt lips, seeking my clit. They swiftly zeroed in on my sensitive nub and began a rhythmic pressure, driving me up the wall. Mom half-wrapped herself around her youngest daughter, her hand between Amy's legs and Amy's other hand seeking my Mom's gash. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. It would have been an erotic sight, if I had not been so occupied with the vision of Andrea's beautiful pussy. As I looked up, her eyes were solely on me as I ate her out. She had a look of love so deep in her eyes, I felt like I belonged there between her thighs for all of my life. The feeling of belonging was so breathtaking that the only response I could have was to drive her further into the realm of pleasure by redoubling my efforts on her sensitive clit.

Andrea panted, her breasts heaving, and I knew I had struck gold. I continued my oral stimulus until her breathing, ragged to begin with, became erratic, and her hips rolled towards m visage, begging for orgasm. I complied, sucking Andrea's cunt lips into my mouth while my tongue kept the pressure on her love button.

I felt a different pressure on my own pussy, a round intruder - a double ended dildo, clear and flexible. One end found its way inside my vagina, and the other was inserted into Amy's needy snatch. Her hips thrust towards mine, and the intruder sank deeper. It was covered with little bumps that stimulated my clit as the rubber monster slid in and out. I could only presume that Amy was experiencing the same pleasure.

As soon as Andrea came, my mother slid into her place, neglected while Amy had been adjusting the double dong. Her fingers spread her pussy lips wide, and I eagerly gave her cunt the same attention I had just given Andrea. My younger lover slid down into the whirlpool, her hand playing with herself as she watched the erotic incest.

Amy's hips banged into mine as she slid her body up and down the dildo, also triggering pleasure that shot from my groin through my whole body. I focused on giving my mother that same much-needed pleasure. With my oral attentions, and her previous excitement, it didn't take long to bring my mother to the heights of ecstasy. With her climax almost upon her, Mom began gyrating her body, her hands in my hair pulling my face closer to her cunt. Amy continued to pound me from behind, receiving as much pleasure as she was giving. Soon, my own orgasm was building towards a crescendo, and Amy's intermittent gasps told me that hers was too. As my mom bucked against my face, I continued to lick her slit, concentrating on her uplifted clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until she gasped out her climax. Before she had finished cumming, the orgasm building hit Amy and me at the same time, and we both slammed our hips together in a wild frenzy.

"Wow," I gasped as we began to settle, "there's nothing like getting fucked by your sister while eating your mom's pussy to get a girl cumming like that." We all laughed before drying off and curling up together in my mother's king-sized bed. Even Andrea slept over, as she had been doing so very often lately. Good thing her mother, Barb didn't seem to mind, because there was no way, after the wild sex we had just experienced, that any of us were going anywhere. We fell asleep, tired and worn out, but very, very satisfied. Three of us, at least, fell asleep with huge grins on our faces, but Andrea stayed awake, pondering what I had said before bed. None of us noticed when she got up in the middle of the night and went out of the bedroom to think.

When I awoke later on, I noticed at once that something seemed odd. Hadn't there been a hand on my breast when I fell asleep? Then I rolled over, and noticed Andrea was missing. Gently, I removed my hand from between my sister's thighs and got up, silently padding out of the room. From the hallway upstairs, I could hear muffled sobs coming from the main bathroom, across from my room. The door was partially open, and I slipped inside to find Andrea, seated on the toilet, crying.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, concerned that my young lover should be so distraught. I knelt down in front of her and hugged her to me while her tears rolled down her cheeks and onto my bare shoulder. For a while, she said nothing, but taking comfort in my embrace, but then she pushed me back to arms length and began to explain.

"I know you all love me, and the sex here is awesome," she began, "but I see that you have a bond, a closeness that I'm not really a part of. What you said earlier, about having your Mom and sister, well, that really put it in perspective."

I was ashamed that something I had said so callously could hurt one of my lovers so deeply, and I hugged her again, apologizing.

"It's not your fault," she said, "and you don't need to excuse yourself, because I would have seen it anyway. You just made me realize it a whole lot sooner. I'm an outsider here, and I'll never be able to have that connection."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. You know we all love you as much as we love each other, and we'd never leave you out."

Tears streamed down her face again, and she said, "I know. It's not your fault. I guess . . . I guess it's just that I want to know what it's like, you know, to do it with my sister."

I didn't really know Andrea's sister Kandi that well. She was my age, but she went to a private school. I did know, though, that she had a knockout body, the kind even cheerleaders could be jealous of. She certainly had all the boys at her school drooling over her.

"Tell me about her," I said, and as Andrea talked about Kandi, I stood her up and walked her to my room.

"I guess I've been wanting her for awhile. It started with Amy, you know. I think she discovered she was a lesbian first, and she came to me. She told me how she was attracted to you and wanted you, and I guess that was what sparked it. She used to tell me her fantasies, and listening to them got me so hot that we would often wind up masturbating together. After awhile, we started acting out her little scenarios, and I would be you. That's when we started eating each other. And then, you walked it on it.

"After that, when you two were together, and even after our mom joined in, I started thinking about what it would be like with my sister."

"Okay, tell me your fantasies, maybe I can help."

"Oh. Well, I don't know. I guess I always just thought of diving right in, like you and your sister do."

"Well, it didn't just start like that." I reminded her, "Tell me about how it starts."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't want her to walk in, like you did. I'd be so embarrassed. I guess. . I don't know."

"Well," I said, trying to help her out, "think of a situation where your sister joins in. Or how you seduce her, or how . . . maybe she starts something."

"Um. well, I don't know. I guess . . . I guess it starts with me home alone. I'm in the shower, but because no one else is home, I don't bother to lock the bathroom door. I'm washing myself absently, but really, I'm just playing with myself under the hot spray. I touch my breasts with the soapsuds, teasing my nipples before zeroing in to grab my boobs with both hands. Under the water, the soap washes away, but I ignore that, there's no hiding that I'm masturbating now. My one hand goes to my gash, teasing, slipping inside, running around the outside, and pressing on my clitty before going back inside. I'm remembering the first time with you, when you caught Amy and I playing in your room. You weren't supposed to be home.

"Suddenly the bathroom door opens, and Kandi walks in. She isn't supposed to be home, but she's here. I don't move, wondering if she caught me moaning, but I hear the rustle of clothing as she drops her pants.

"She tells me that she really has to go pee, and she couldn't wait for me to finish showering, and she says she hopes I don't mind. Over the sound of the shower, I hear her desperate splash as she empties herself into the toilet. I'm still not moving, but the thought of her peeing has me so turned on, I'm ready to burst with the tension."

I wondered where this story was going, and before I knew it, Andrea's hand had slipped down to her cunt. She was lost in her fantasy now. I reached over to tease her nipples, my other hand seeking my pussy and joining her in masturbating. She continued narrating.

"I hear Kandi swear, and I tentatively ask what's wrong. Suddenly, I realize that she might be able to see my silhouette through the shower curtain, I haven't moved from when she entered, one hand on my boobs and the other between my legs. Slowly, I relax, and pretend to wash myself again. Kandi swears again and tells me there's no toilet paper. She asks what I thing she should do.

"My mind is racing as I think of possibilities, where this might go if I play my cards right. I tell her that she could just leave her clothes and wash off in the shower, that I won't mind. I don't hear anything, and I'm afraid she'll know what's on my mind. When I hear the rustle of clothing, I'm even more afraid that she's just going to pull up her panties and go, regardless of the drops of urine no doubt clinging to her folds. I make a mental note to retrieve those panties later. I'm about to give up in despair when the shower curtain pulls back, and there stands my sister, naked as a jaybird, and she steps into the shower. I step away from the spray, leaving her room to wash off. As she does, I take the soap again, even though I've already thoroughly washed.

"On sudden inspiration, I ask her to wash my back, and hand her the soap, turning around. She starts running the soap over my skin, washing me, but her hands are sliding around my sides, the fingers wrapped around the bar touch the sides of my breasts. As she moves lower, the soap slides out of her hand, but she keeps going, running her hands down my bum. She squeezes, then pauses, waiting to see how I'll react. I slowly turn around, and she doesn't move her hands, so now they're right against my crotch. I lean in to her and close my eyes, and her warm lips meet mine. Gently, she kisses me, and her hands start moving again, seeking my entrance. My gash is absolutely dripping, and she has no trouble getting a finger inside. My clitty is throbbing, and I want her to play with it, but I'm aware enough to realize she has her own needs. I put my hands between her legs, and she spreads them for me.

"One of her hands trails up my stomach, across my breasts, fingertips trailing across my collarbone, and to the back of my neck. Gently, but insistently, she pulls my face down to lick her muff. I take a moment to smell her, appreciating the scent before I stick out my tongue to taste her."

At this point, I began kissing my way down Andrea's body, towards her pussy. I spread her legs and dove in, as she lay back on the bed. Her hands occupied themselves with her pert tits, and my free hand remained on my own cunt, masturbating while Andrea continued her narrative.

"Kandi moans as I begin to lick her slit, focusing on her engorged clitty. Her hands run through my hair, and I grasp her bum cheeks with both hands, pulling her crotch into my face so I can lick her deeper. I alternate between plunging my tongue as deep as it can go in her channel, and flicking her little nub with the tip of my tongue. All the while, Kandi is moaning as I wok to make her cum. Soon, she has to lean back against the wall of the shower to support herself, and I know that my efforts are bout to pay off. With a throaty growl, Kandi cums, and her honey pot dribbles out her sweet nectar for me to slurp.

"Before I know it, Kandi is down on the floor of the tub, pressing her body into mine, her knee between my legs and her thigh rubbing seductively. She kisses me passionately, wanting to make out, and I oblige her. She cups my titties before grabbing my ass, pulling my body against hers, the water allowing my gash to glide the length of her thigh. I moan each time our nipples collide, and ensure that my leg is rubbing her in the right places too.

"For many moments, we glide together and slide apart, banging into each other and stimulating each other. Before long, though, our fingers take over, and we press against one another, on our knees in the tub, our hands busy inside each other's slits. I feel my cum building inside me, and I want Kandi to cum at the same time. I finger her clitty as fast as I can, rubbing in circles around her folds. Kandi presses against me, and our boobs mash together as we both explode."

By this time, Andrea was close to coming, and gasps interrupted her narrative. As she described her orgasm in the fantasy, I knew that she was close to experiencing one in reality as well. I slid over her body, placing my hips above her mouth, and she understood immediately. She began licking my snatch as I tongued hers, and together, both thinking of her imaginary seduction of Kandi, we climaxed, the throes of passion overwhelming our senses.

I rolled off of Andrea, and lay beside her, kissing her lips, her forehead, her cute nose, and vowed that somehow, I would help her in bedding her sister. I would make her fantasy a reality, even if it wasn't that exact scenario. As we fell asleep on my bed, I determined that I would give her that gift . . . somehow.

As the weeks rolled by, things got busier around the house. Cheerleading practice took up a lot of my time, and I wasn't home as much for the after school sexual games that no doubt went on. Although I rushed home as soon as practices were over, they were getting later and later, and I was missing more and more of the action at home. To further aggravate things, I was often so worn out by the end of the rehearsals that I didn't have the energy to participate.

More often than not, I would come home and only want to soak in the Jacuzzi before supper, and then afterwards, I had loads of homework to do. I noticed that Andrea was spending less and less time at our house, despite her willingness to join in whatever sexual games were going on, so I often found myself alone in the tub while supper was being prepared. Occasionally, Amy would join me for some naked fun, but I rarely had the energy to help her out, so she wound up doing all the work.

Not that she minded, since she had always longed to eat my pussy and tongue my ass. She never resented that I rubbed her slit less than half the time, leaving her more often to masturbate while she licked my box. Nevertheless, I could see that she and m mother were growing closer because they were able to mutually pleasure each other, often taking turns wearing the strap-on, or engaged in a sixty-nine.

Since Amy had the after-school time to do her homework, before Mom got home and made supper, I often heard their moans of pleasure and screams of orgasm while busy doing my school work in the evening. Sometimes, by the time I was finished, they were too exhausted, and just lay there on the bed, watching contentedly as I stripped down and masturbated for them. I would sit at the head of the bed, and they would lie, looking up at my dripping pussy and the fingers sliding in and out of my wet cunt. Sometimes, they would play with me, but often, they just watched, ling in each other's embrace, while I rubbed myself to orgasm, and then slid down the bed to lie between them while we drifted off to sleep.

This isn't to say that I wasn't able to join them in our incestuous play, or that Andrea was never over. Weekends were usually taken up with a lesbian love-fest, and there were some nights when m mom and sister were able to restrain themselves, waiting until I was finished my homework and letting me join in. The Jacuzzi still provided us with a good place to relax and play with each other, and the ledge around the outside, 18" on all sides, gave us a place to sit while getting our snatches eaten. The double-ended rubber dildo was often left on the side of the whirlpool, ready to be inserted at need.

One night when Andrea slept over, we were playing in the Jacuzzi until the early morning, a sexual marathon that left us all panting, sweating and exhausted, but satisfied. At one point, we had retreated to the bedroom, and while I lay on the bed with Mom kneeling over my face, Andrea ate my pussy while getting fucked from behind by Amy with the strap-on vibrating dildo. I licked Mom as she squirmed above me, appreciating my oral talents and begging me to let her cum. I however, wanted to keep her on the edge of orgasm, so whenever her panting got too ragged, letting me know she was close, I would back off, going from licking her pussy, to exploring her tender folds gently, ignoring her throbbing clit.

Andrea, meanwhile had her mouth firmly attached to my pussy, and as Amy fucked her, thrusting the dildo deep within her cunt, Andrea's face was pushed into my snatch. Her repetitive moans only served to heighten me, as the sound went into my aching love button. Each moan produced such vibrations that I came several times from her voice alone. Coupled with the pressure of her lips jolting me with every one of Amy's thrusts, and I was in heaven.

I returned my attention to Mom's pussy, knowing that the mounting tension would make her climax all the more powerful. I teased her for a few more minutes, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, until Amy's panting told me that she was close, and Andrea's frequent moans said she was the same. As another climax built within my groin, I drove my tongue deep within my mother's snatch, my fingers seeking her pleasure button.

The stroking on her clit was soon too much, and she exploded in orgasm, cumming powerfully for having waited for it for so long. The whole bed shook as she trembled, and Andrea was bounced as she lay half on and half off the bed. Amy's hands settled on her hips and thrust the vibrating shaft deep within her cunt as the spasms of her climax overtook her. That triggered Andrea's pleasure, and she came hard as well, moaning continuously, which finally set off yet another orgasm within me.

Soaked with sweat and smelling sweetly of pussy, we all returned to the Jacuzzi. After a few moments of soaking, our hands were busy once more beneath the swirling waves.

After a few weeks of business, I noticed Andrea was even more withdrawn than usual, and I figured I knew what was on her mind. At school, I would greet her in the halls, and she often had a flushed, after-sex kind of look that told me she had been masturbating in the girls' room. I could easily guess what she had been thinking about. This fantasy was consuming her, and, determined to help, I would occasionally go home with her under the pretense of tutoring, but in reality, giving her a chance to openly discuss her fantasies. She had constructed several more, although she still liked to retell her shower scenario, often narrating while I ate her out.

Neither of us felt badly about excluding Mom or Amy from these sessions, since we both sensed the growing closeness the two were developing, often speaking to each other in secretive, hushed tones while we were around. We both suspected that their relationship was fast becoming more exclusive, and although Andrea and I didn't feel the same way about each other, we both took the opportunities they spent in solitude to talk about Andrea's desire to have sex with Kandi, and the various ways we could pull it off. Neither of us confronted Mom or Am about their increasingly exclusive activity, although we both harbored fears that they would soon cut us out of their lovemaking altogether. As it turns out, we were both very wrong in our assumptions.

When Amy and my mother called me into their bedroom one evening that Andrea wasn't over and told me that they had something important to discuss, I feared the worst. I figured that they were going to tell me that they cared for each other so much that they were going to stop our communal lovemaking. Instead, they wanted quite the opposite. All this time, including the secret conversations and the private meeting in the bedroom, had been them plotting out how they could seduce and include Barb, Andrea and Kandi's mother, in our little circle. I was astonished. They had been intending to bring her in since David, Barb's husband had run off with his secretary, abandoning his family, and wanted to wait until they had some definite plans before telling me. Also, they didn't want to tell Andrea, but wanted it to be a special gift, and since I was "tutoring" Andrea, they didn't want me to slip up and mention something. Now that they had the beginning of a plan, they wanted to tell me. Thanksgiving was approaching, and they were planning to invite Barb over, since she didn't have any family nearby, and that night they would seduce her, and then bring Andrea in, once her mom was fully committed to our lesbian circle.

I didn't quite share with them the truth of my tutoring sessions, since I wasn't sure that Andrea would want her secret fantasies to be known, and I respected her privacy, but I did convince Mom and Amy that letting Andrea in on the plan would be a good idea. In the end, which wound up being wise, both so that Andrea wouldn't inadvertently spoil the plan, but also because she knew so much more about her mom than we did, how she'd react when we started to enact our plan.

The time leading up to Thanksgiving was busy, between planning out how we would seduce Barb, getting everything we would need, and all the regular business of November. I was nearly overwhelmed, and barely had any time to myself. Even the sex we had in that time was rushed, our needs urgent, put off for hours while we talked and planned. There was a quickness, a rush to get off, and then either fall into sleep for the next day, or return to our discussions (which were sometimes interrupted when our lusts overwhelmed us).

On one such occasion, I found myself donning the strap-on, with one buzzing nub inserted into my pussy and the other buried in Amy's cunt as she lay on her back, Andrea straddling her face. As I was kneeling, Mom stood in front of me, pulling her lips apart so I could have better access to her snatch. I focused on stimulating her clit, circling it with my tongue and sucking it occasionally. I drove my hips forward, plunging the vibrating end of the dildo into Amy's box, while one hand played with her love bud. The other circled up to play with my mom's, while my tongue slid back behind her cunt, teasing her ass. Mom realized what I intended to do, and she turned to face away from me, bending over and leaning her hands on Andrea, one hand cupping her tits.

Mom's ass faced me squarely now, and I licked her backdoor, my hand returning to play with the sensitive nub of her clit. I probed her rectum, swirling around the delicate rosebud opening until she relaxed enough for me to wriggle my tongue inside. There, I brought Mom to new heights of pleasure, while still keeping a stroking rhythm on her pussy.

Amy continued to lick Andrea's snatch as I slid the vibrator in and out of her moist hole. The buzzing inside her, combined with the pressure of my fingers rolling around her clitoris soon brought her to orgasm, and her groans were muffled by the delicate pussy over her mouth. Andrea needed to get off just as badly, and Amy swiftly continued to lick her best friend until she too climaxed.

With my oral attention on her ass, Mom was the next to cum, her knees weakening, but her desire holding her butt firmly in my face until her pleasure subsided.

"Thank you, baby." She said, "That was awesome. Now I guess you want some tender loving, since you haven't cum yet."

Amy pulled the dildo out of her snatch and helped me unfasten it. Andrea circled behind me and reached around, playing with my breasts, her deft fingers tweaking my erect nipples. Amy slid beneath me to lick me, going straight for my ass hole, knowing the sensations would drive me wild. I sighed with pleasure.

Mom disappeared for a minute, but I paid it little attention, focusing on the sensations flowing from my nipples to my cunt, and from there to my anus, where Amy's busy tongue was rimming me, waiting for me to open up to her intrusions.

I sighed again and willed my butt to relax, and soon, Amy's tongue darted inside my dark rosebud, wriggling like a warm, wet finger inside my back entrance.

Mom had returned with the double-ended dildo, and she inserted one end inside her own dripping snatch, and the other in Amy's available pussy. Then she leaned over her youngest daughter to lick my cunt, her focus on my throbbing clit. I reached around behind me, grabbing at Andrea as she fondled my breasts, seeking the vee of her pubic hair and following it to her waiting box. I began rubbing her entrance, circling her clitoris, masturbating her towards another orgasm.

The rubber dildo, folded as it was, exposed Amy and my mom's needy love buds, and they ground together, mutually stimulating themselves as their cunts and breasts rubbed together, Amy's mouth busy on my ass and Mom's on my pussy. It wasn't long before the pleasure began to build, screaming towards a crescendo that left me dizzy and shaking. I still had the presence of mind to finish masturbating Andrea, and she ground against my hands, pressing her pert tits into my back as she too climaxed. Our obvious pleasure, and the overwhelming smell of our pussy juice triggered the orgasm Amy and my Mom were hurtling towards.

We all collapsed on the floor, Mom rolling off of Amy, and panted, waiting to catch our breath. Soon, though, we rinsed off in the Jacuzzi and dressed for bed. It was another late night of planning, and we were all sleepy, now that our needs had been met. We all drifted off to sleep in Mom's oversized bed, dreaming of the coming night when we would introduce Barb to the forbidden pleasures of incest. Even Andrea slept though the night, forgetting for a few hours her overwhelming desire to have her sister naked in her arms.

The week before Thanksgiving was tense, the hush of anticipation making the hours seem longer than they were, as we all awaited the fateful night we had been so busy organizing. Barb was coming over Sunday night for dinner, the night we would hopefully seduce her. Kandi as going to her Dad's house, and despite the fact that barb despised David, her ex, she wasn't about to let her own feelings prevent her daughter from trying to have a relationship with her father. Secretly, though, she worried that David would disappoint her once again, as he had when he had so abruptly walked out on them, leaving the three women in the house shocked and devastated.

Sunday morning found us all nervous and jittery. We spent the day cleaning, removing any trace of our lesbian activities from the house. As noon rolled around, the energy of the waiting was unbearable, and I had to go for a walk. I couldn't just sit at home, waiting. As I started out the front door, I heard Andrea call out to me, asking me to wait for her.

"I can't take it anymore either." She said by way of explanation, "I just need to do something, anything to make the time go by."

Our walk through the neighborhood inevitably took us to her home, and we wound up sitting in her room, as we had many times throughout the fall for our "tutoring" sessions. Kandi was out, getting something by way of a gift for her father, and Barb was in the den, watching some TV and trying not to think about David.

As we sat in Andrea's room, she began to tell me of her newest fantasy involving her sister. I already sat there, skirt hiked up and showing my pussy, my nipples hard and straining against my shirt. Andrea's pants were around her ankles, and she masturbated openly as she began her narration.

"I'm home early from school, Mom and Kandi are both supposed to be still out, so I'm in the living room, watching a porno, one of my favorites. It's called Forbidden Fantasy and it's about sisters who have sex. There's barely any seduction in it, just one girl walking in on another girl and them doing it, but it features real life sisters, some of them twins, and they call each other 'sis' and stuff like that, so it's pretty hot.

"I'm just watching it at first, barely touching myself, but the one scene where the girl crawls into her sister's bed during a power outage, things get very hot, so I loosen my clothes and start to masturbate. All of a sudden, I hear the front door close, and I barely have time to adjust my clothing and stop the movie before Kandi walks in. I pretend to be absently flipping channels. She asks what I'm watching and I tell her I'm just surfing.

"She says she heard moaning and asks, with a sly look on her face, if there was anything interesting. I tell her it's just one of those shampoo commercials and start flipping backwards through the channels, pretending I'm trying to find it. She says never mind, and when I keep flipping through the channels, she tries to take the remote from me. A brief wrestling match follows, and I wind up on the floor. Kandi takes the remote and flips through the channels on her own.

"I'm a little pissed off because she isn't doing anything different, and because I was interrupted before I could take care of myself, so I sit back on the couch in a huff, even though the proximity to my sister has me really turned on. Especially when we were wrestling over the remote and our boobs squished together. I still tingled from the sensation of her nipples pressing into me.

"Finally, Kandi gets bored of the shows, and walks over to the movie cabinet, thinking to put one on. When she ejects the movie I was watching, she pauses to read the title. She glances over her shoulder at me, before slipping the movie back in. The machine betrays me by automatically playing, picking up where it left off, two girls naked on a bed in candlelight, eating each other out.

"Kandi looks at me slyly, as if to ask whether this was a shampoo commercial, and I know by the fact that I'm blushing that she knows what I was doing. Still, I'm surprised when she sits down on the couch next to me and watches. I'm nervous, because pretty soon, the girls start telling each other how nasty it is to be doing their sister, when Kandi surprises me again by taking off her shirt and unbuttoning her pants. She winks at me before reaching down inside her jeans and rubbing her mound.

"I stare at her with open-mouthed shock at her brazenness, and then she goes one further, dropping her pants to the floor, and showing me her trimmed bush and glistening opening. I'm tempted to lean forward and lick her, but don't know if that's going too far. Instead, I strip down to show her m body, and she watches, admiringly. I sit back down on the couch, facing her with my legs spread, letting her watch as I slide a finger into my gash."

By this point in the story, Andrea and I both had our fingers in our cunts and masturbated, aroused by the fantasy and the sight of each other touching ourselves, knowing that her Mom was just downstairs, completely oblivious. Andrea continued as we both rubbed our wet snatches.

"I can see Kandi's wet folds, and smell her musk, and I watch as she begins to masturbate, the sight more erotic than anything I've ever seen before. Then, as the sisters onscreen begin to talk dirty to each other, Kandi takes the initiative and leans into my slit, tongue darting inside my channel as I spread myself for her. I can't believe it's actually happening, so before the opportunity vanishes, I slide my own face up to her muff, appreciating the scent as I dive in.

"The girls in the movie we're busy ignoring are crying out for each other, encouraging their sister to go deeper, harder faster, and we take their advice, eating each other like it's the first and last time we'll ever have the chance. Both of us are so aroused that nothing will tear us apart now as we consummate our Sapphic love for each other."

By this time, Andrea was nearly lost in the fantasy, and I could tell she was close to her own climax.

"The feelings she is stirring up in me are equal to those I cause in her, and soon, we are both shaking, gripping each other's heads and - uhhh - pulling them into our crotches . . . oh . . . riding the waves of pleasure. It's - ah - so beautiful, and . . . Oh, God, I'm cumming." As her story hit her climax, so too did Andrea's stimulation, and her real-life orgasm mimicked her narration. Even then, her smell, her tone, the words she used pushed me over the edge and I joined her in the swirl of ecstasy as we both came, panting with the pleasure.

As we finished trembling from the orgasm, we came together, kissing, touching, tasting each other's fingers, and holding on to her fantasy. Soon, though, the pressures of the immediate returned to us, and we cleaned up, re-dressed and went back to my house.

We returned to find that we weren't the only ones trying to kill the time. As we walked into the kitchen, we found Mom bent over the table, stripped from the waist down, and Amy kneeling behind her, eating her pussy. Never ones to miss out on the opportunity, Andrea and I were swiftly out of our clothes once more and back in the action. Andrea slid underneath Amy's kneeling legs, her face lined up with my sister's snatch. Mom indicated to me to lie down across the kitchen table, exposing myself for her tongue to explore. I quickly complied, eager to let my Mom eat my wet cunt. As soon as I spread my legs, my mother buried her face in my crotch, her tongue immediately seeking my clit, coaxing it from the folds of my pussy to stand, rigid and awaiting her oral ministrations. I ran my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to get on with it. Mom took the hint and sucked my little pearl into her mouth, enveloping my love bud with the warmth and wetness of her lips. Her fingers sought my entrance and slipped into my canal, while her thumb wormed its way around my ass, seeking my dark rosebud. She circled the rim of my hole for a few seconds before the moisture seeping from my cunt gave her enough lube to slide the digit inside my backdoor.

Oh, the sensations she flooded my body with. One of my hands slipped out of her hair and caressed its way up my body to my heaving breasts, teasing the erect nipples and gently fondling the soft flesh. I moaned, and Mom took that as a sign of my approval. She continued, while Amy buried her face in Mom's snatch.

Although I couldn't see her from my position on the table, I imagined Andrea, prostrate on the floor, eating Amy's cunt and fingering her own pussy, seeking the release of orgasm. I could hear Amy sighing her pleasure into Mom's wet folds, wanting to get off as much as get Mom off. Mom let the feelings wash over her as she kept the stimuli on my pussy and ass. Combined with my hands roving over my breasts, it wasn't long before the building sensations, tingling in my groin began to spread, enveloping me in the sweet caress of orgasm.

Soon, Amy too was cumming, and she sucked desperately on Mom's clit, sending her over the edge moments later. We turned our attentions to Andrea, lying on the floor and wanting to cum once more. With six hands caressing her erogenous zones, and three tongues seeking her tender parts, Amy and I sucking her breasts and Mom on her cunt, Andrea was at our mercy, begging release. We licked and sucked, kissed and caressed, stimulating her until finally, she clenched up, spasming with her climax until she lay exhausted on the floor.

By now, it was getting close to the time when Barb would arrive, so we adjourned to the Jacuzzi for a quick soak before separating to get dressed and ready to enact our evening plans. Hopefully, it would culminate with the seduction of Andrea's Mom, bringing her into our incestuous games and giving Andrea the gift of loving her Mom in a new and exciting way. Little did we know of the surprise in store for us that evening.

Once dressed, we returned to the living room, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor. We grew anxious as the time slipped by, and still she did not show up. Barb was seldom late, and so we worried that she had somehow discovered our plans and was not coming.

The ice chilling the wine was nearly all melted before the doorbell rang, dispelling our fears that Barb was going to cancel. As it turns out, Kandi had had some difficulty getting out the door and getting ready to go to her Father's place. David had forgotten to come pick her up, but the phone line was busy, so he was home. Kandi elected to take the bus.

I poured a glass of wine for all of us, and we sat and chatted, Barb talking about the goings on in her house, and Mom doing most of the talking about events in our lives. Eventually, we three younger girls left the living room to set the food out on the table. Throughout the meal, we all had our share of wine, and by the time the meal was finished, Amy and Andrea were giggling quite a bit, so when Mom and Barb volunteered to do the dishes, I escorted them to my room to sober up a bit. Of course, my method of sobering them was quite unconventional, and soon we were naked on the bed, Amy sporting the strap-on dildo and Andrea spread across the blankets.

I made sure the door was locked and music was on, just in case Barb came to investigate. Once I was sure that our lesbian activities would go undiscovered, I squatted down over Andrea's mouth, facing my sister who already had the vibrating penis lubed up, and the first few inches inserted in Andrea's waiting pussy. Amy and I kissed deeply, our hands on each other's tits, while she plunged into Andrea and Andrea in turn licked my tender cunt.

It took only moments for us, already excited by the alcohol, to fall into a sexual frenzy, licking, kissing, and touching any part of either of our lovers that we thought would add to their pleasure. And while we gave for the sake of each other's enjoyment, so we also received.

Andrea's tongue circled my anus, seeking to plunge inside while Amy's fingers licked over my clit. My hands were on Amy's butt cheeks, pulling her deeper into Andrea, and Andrea massaged Amy's breasts while the vibrator buzzed deep within her pussy.

Together, our moans, groans, and the panting of our ragged breath formed a sexual symphony, the climax of which would be our mutual orgasm, which we were building towards. Fortunately, the music playing covered the sounds of our sex, as Andrea slurped my juices, freely flowing down my pussy lips, as Amy's hips slapped against Andrea's thighs, as the vibrators buzzed within Amy and Andrea's cunts.

Together, we crested the wave of pleasure, cumming at the same time and releasing the feelings we longed for. Amy and I came together in a long kiss, only breaking apart as the sensations subsided. Then we collapsed on the bed, panting to catch our breath. Too soon, though, we felt we had to rejoin the activity downstairs. We snuck, still naked, to the bathroom to wash off quickly before returning to my room and redressing, adjusting makeup and hair to cover our Sapphic activities.

As we crept back downstairs, we overheard our mothers' conversation from the living room. Having finished the dishes, they had poured more wine and sat discussing their family life. Sensing a private conversation, we crouched in the hallway, listening.

"I'm worried about Andrea," Barb admitted, "after all, she's been so withdrawn lately. She's even suffering in her homework, and has needed a tutor. I'm afraid that David running off has affected her worse than it has affected me."

"And how has it affected you?" Mom asked, leading.

"Oh, you know, barely at all. I lost all interest in him as soon as I suspected the affair. Oh, and believe me, he wasn't much support before that either, and frankly, I don't think it was the first time he'd strayed. Although I can't imagine what attraction he'd hold for others. He certainly was not that great a lover."

"Oh," my mother returned, "then how did you manage?"

"Well, I practically raised the girls without him. I don't know why Kandi even wants to see him, but who am I to prevent her from visiting her father?"

"So how are you doing, emotionally and all that?"

"Well, I'm worried about Andrea. She's become so reclusive lately. She's always in her room, listening to angry rock, or whatever. I can't even ask her what's wrong anymore. You know, she used to tell me everything, now I can barely get a complete sentence out of her."

"Well, I imagine she has a lot on her mind, and I'm sure she'll talk to you when she's ready."

"Yes, but it's not good to hold it all in. Plus, I haven't seen that much of Amy lately, so she isn't even talking with her best friend. But I suppose there's probably someone she's talking to. I guess I just wish I knew who it was, so I'd know she was getting good advice."

"That would be me, Barb." I said, stepping into the room. "You probably know I've been tutoring Andrea, but there's more that goes on than just homework." I thought I'd save telling her what exactly for another time.

"Girls!" Mom exclaimed, "How long have you been listening?"

"Long enough to realize how much Mom cares about me." Andrea replied, going to sit on the couch next to her mother. She took Barb's hands and looked in her eye. "Mom, I'm glad that you're concerned. I know it just shows how important I am to you. I'm okay, really. I just have a lot on my mind. But thanks for worrying; I know it's what moms do. I love you."

With that she kissed her mom, a quick peck on the lips. But somehow, maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the invisible hopes we all had for the evening, but Barb reacted by kissing Andrea full on the lips. When they broke apart, Andrea was smiling at her mom, but Barb realized what she had done and that she had an audience.

"Oh god, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Andrea, I didn't mean to . . . "

Andrea just smiled at her, "Oh, I think you did mean to kiss me, otherwise, you wouldn't have. It's okay. It felt really nice." And Andrea leaned in to kiss her mother again, slipping in her tongue.

After a moment, Barb pushed away, "We really shouldn't. I mean.I'm your mother and all."

Mom spoke up, "Don't worry about it. I kiss my daughters all the time." With that, she kissed Amy, and the two began to make out heavily. Barb's jaw dropped, but when Andrea pulled her close again, she willingly complied.

I sat there on the couch, taking in the spectacle of two mothers kissing their daughters in a suggestive way. Barb began playing with Andrea's breasts, and Mom gently lifted Amy's shirt over her head. I slid onto the couch by Barb, cupping her tits from behind. Amy had her hands down the front of Mom's skirt, and it was heating up quickly in the living room.

Just then the doorbell rang. Quickly, we all rearranged our clothing, Amy gathering her shirt from the floor and slipping it on while I went to the door. There stood Kandi, looking cold and miserable, holding a gift-wrapped box, and with mascara running down her cheeks as she cried. I quickly ushered her inside as we gathered around to hear what was wrong, although we already suspected the source of her distress.

Mom wrapped a blanket around Kandi as she began her story. Apparently, Kandi had missed her bus because halfway to the stop, she realized that she had forgotten her present for her dad. Although she had run home and run back to the stop, she saw the bus pulling away a block before she got there. She had tried flagging it down as she chased it down the street, breaking one of her heels in the process, but to no avail. Finally, she had to resign to waiting for the next one, an hour later. In the meanwhile, she began walking.

"When I finally got to Dad's place, the lights were out, and nobody answered the door. I walked around the house to see if he was somewhere outside, I called the phone several times; I banged in the door and the windows. Nothing. He wasn't there. Finally, I called that secretary girlfriend of his, and she told me the truth."

"Oh no." Barb said quietly, and we all knew something bad was coming.

"Yeah, apparently, he had been cheating on her with another girl from work, and was planning on taking her away on a holiday. He booked the week off. By the time I got to his house, he was already on the plane.

"I guess when we called and the line was busy, his secretary had been calling him, and they had a huge fight on the phone. She had no idea where he was, except that he flew there, and had no way to reach him. So there I was, standing on Dad's doorstep with him gone. I can't believe he completely forgot about me to go on a trip with his girlfriend of the week! What a bastard."

We all sympathized, having already known this, but not wanting to rub it in, we all tried to comfort her. She broke down sobbing, and Barb and Andrea wrapped arms around her protectively. After a few moments, Kandi regained her composure and kept telling her story. She hadn't brought enough change to ride the bus back, having expected David to bring her home. She had tried calling a cab, but her cell phone died, so she had to walk.

"Well, you must be starving then." Mom said, "You missed supper, but I can still warm some up for you."

"Yeah, I guess I am. I never really thought about it until now, but I could really use some food."

When Mom got back with the food, Kandi ate ravenously, and Andrea poured her some of the wine, even though it was no longer nicely chilled. The food and drink took her mind off of her terrible evening, and conversation passed to more pleasant things. Kandi was even able to joke a bit, and we relaxed, believing that she would be fine, that she would recover from her father's desertion.

Some time later, after we had all enjoyed some more wine, Mom served dessert, pumpkin pie with whipped topping. When we were finished, feeling full and sleepy, Kandi left to use the bathroom, and I realized that I needed to pee as well. Giving her a respectful head start, I followed her about a minute later. I expected to come up the stairs and see the bathroom door closed, light spilling out from under the frame. Instead, I saw Kandi silhouetted against the doorway of my room. Her shoulders hunched, and it was obvious she was crying.

I came up to her and put one hand on her shoulder. She turned and hugged me close, and I realized that she was a lot more emotional than she had seemed downstairs. I held her close and let her cry for a while. Eventually, when she seemed ready to open up, I led her into my room and sat her down on the bed. I asked if she was okay.

"Well, what do you think?" she smiled through the tears, and I hugged her again.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, I guess. Get it all off my chest."

"It's more than just your Dad bailing on you isn't it."

She sniffled, "Yeah. Yeah, a lot more. When I was walking home, I went to my boyfriend's house. David doesn't live that far from Dan, my boyfriend. So I figured that he could drive me home, even if he was busy. See, the reason I was going to my D. . . David's house was Dan told me he couldn't have me over because his family was doing a big get-together for all their relatives. He said he'd begged his mom to let me come, but it was family only."

"Uh-huh." I said, anticipating something awful had happened.

"Well, when I dot here, the lights in the house were out, which was kind of strange for a family thing, but I could see through the fence that the yard lights were on, so I went through the gate. There was Dan, making love to another girl, and making no secret of it either. I was going to say something like, 'family reunion? Does that make her your cousin?' but she was being really noisy, and he was telling her how good she was, and how much better she was than his 'bitch girlfriend'. I couldn't believe it, especially since I'd given he bastard my virginity, and I had to pretend, for his ego, that it was good. I mean, the guy was terrible, and he was puny. But I faked it so he'd feel okay about his 'abilities'. I can't believe he'd betray me like that!"

"So then what? Did you leave then? He doesn't know you know?"

"No, I didn't want the fucker to see me. I hope he gets AIDS. That'll serve him right."

"Did you know who the girl was?"

"No, I couldn't see her face. But she was skinnier than me, and she must have been prettier. Not like it matters, anyway."

"I don't see how she could have been prettier than you, Kandi." I said, "You're beautiful. Hell, I'm jealous and I'm one of the most popular cheerleaders at school. You should be a model with a face and a figure like that."

"That's really sweet, but I know you're just saying that because I'm feeling so shitty."

"No, really. I think you're beautiful. Really beautiful." Kandi blushed at what I was saying. "Kandi, I've heard boys switch to your school just to be in a class with you."

Kandi didn't quite believe it, but she wanted to.

"Look, you know I tutor your sister right. She says that if she were only half as pretty as you, she'd be happy. She really looks up to you."

"She really said that?"

"Yeah, and I'd be happy with that too."

"But you're gorgeous. How can you be jealous of me? I wish I was as fit as you were."

"Well," I replied, "you could be easily. It wouldn't take much for you to get into shape. Although you are pretty shapely already."

Kandi giggled at that, and I was glad to have restored her good humor. She got up and started looking around.

"So this is your room. I like it. You tutor Andrea here?"

"Well, sometimes. More at your house."

"Does she have one of these too?" Kandi asked, pointing to the trap on dildo, poking out from under the bed where we had left it earlier. I had totally forgotten about that. Suddenly, I was mortified, blushing, wishing I had never led her into my room.

"Well, if that's what's happening, you can tutor me anytime." Kandi said.

"W-what?" I stammered.

"You heard me. You can tutor me with that thing any time you want."

My breath caught in my throat. I looked at her directly, and she looked into my eyes and smiled, a genuine smile. And then the corners of her eyes crinkled, and hr smile became devious, alluring.

"How about right now. I could use a lesson right now. That'll pay back Dan, since he was a terrible teacher. He couldn't make a girl cum if his life depended on it. That thing, I bet, in the right hands - yours - could probably do the trick."

"Help you forget the asshole?" I asked.

"You mean Dan? Already forgotten. Just put that thing on," she said, already taking her clothes off. I quickly followed suit, and then slid on the harness, sliding one end of the dildo into my rapidly moistening slit. I watched Kandi peel off her clothes, excited to see her naked flesh. Her breasts bared themselves as she removed her shirt and bra, and I marveled at their creamy texture, their fullness, the erect nipples jutting out from the rosy aureoles. They were so beautiful, I couldn't help but touch, running my fingers lightly down the front to cup them from beneath. Before I even registered the thought, I had bent down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, my hand busy with its twin. My attention was so caught in her shapely tits, I barely registered the sound of her unzipping her pants until she had to bend down to remove them, releasing her nipple from my hungry mouth.

I returned to he role of observer as Kandi slipped out of her panties, making a show of it, swinging her hips enticingly. I dropped to my knees, the weight of the dildo jiggling the end inside me. Kandi swaggered over to me, sultry, erotic, aroused beyond belief. I could clearly see the moisture clinging to her delicate folds, coating her pubes pressed against her body. She stood right in front of me, pussy at my eye level and waiting to be licked. She was a goddess and my tongue was her worshipper. I bowed before her and tasted her nectar. Oh sweet communion.

I licked at Kandi hungrily, eager for her pleasure, tasting, exploring, and feeding her needs. I circled her clit, licked the length of her snatch, dipped my tongue in her channel, and circled back up to her clit again, where I lapped her juices, devouring her. Kandi stood there, head thrown back and panting, her knees resting against my shoulders as she held my head in her cunt.

Soon, her trembling became too much, and she could no longer stand, so I guided her down to the beds where she lay, legs over the edge and knees far apart, giving me all the access I needed to her tasty pussy. I dove back in, eating her like I knew she desperately needed. Like I needed to give her, as if my own life depended on it.

Kandi was moaning and crying out, "Oh, god," over and over, her hands entwined in my hair and desperately urging me deeper into her sex. I licked for all I was worth, knowing that Kandi had never gotten off like this before and knowing, too, that if she did, she'd always come back for more. I was willing to give her more, needing to give her more, so I ate her pussy with equal desperation as she gripped my head, pulling my mouth towards her.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Oh baby, yes. Yes!" As Kandi cried out, her hips bucked on the bed. Her legs thrashed around as her orgasm built, and when she exploded, she really came hard. So hard, in fact, that her pussy contracted weirdly, opened up further, like a flower opening to the sun, and then all of a sudden, she squirted.

She had come upstairs to pee, and had been forestalled for more urgent needs, but now, all of her juices sprayed out, drenching me, and wetting the bed. I watched, fascinated, as she drained herself, spraying everywhere as her hips spasmed with the pleasure.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry." Kandi stared to apologize, embarrassed at the action, but I quickly interrupted.

"That was awesome. It was amazing. I've never seen anything like that."

"It was? You're not angry?"

"No," I replied honestly, "that was the most amazing orgasm I've ever seen. How did you do that?"

"I don't know. I've never done that before. I was so mortified when I felt it start, but I just couldn't stop."

"Well," I told her, "I thought it was beautiful. Just like you're beautiful."

"It's called female ejaculation." A voice coming from the doorway explained, "and it's something most women can do with practice."

Barb stepped into view. Kandi's mouth dropped open, "Mom! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be downstairs!"

"Yes, but neither of you came back from the washroom, so I figured something had happened, and came to check on you. I heard noises from this room, and when I looked in and saw what was happening, I just had to stay and watch."

"Mom! I can't believe you would do that."

"Why not?"

"Because . . . Because it was - because I'm your daughter, that's why."

"It's never stopped me from watching you masturbating before."

"You watched that!" Kandi had been outraged, but now, she seemed . . . intrigued?

"Almost every night. At least, until the first time you would cum. Usually then I'd have to go to my own room and play with myself."

I looked at Kandi, thinking. She must have masturbated every night, several times, from the sound of it.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, I'm just pleased that you finally learned to squirt. You see, I'm a squirter too. I do it almost every time I cum. I wondered when you would finally discover how."

"Wait," I interjected, "does that mean it's a genetic thing? Like mother, like daughter?"

"Well, most women can do it with practice, but it comes easier in some families than others." Barb explained.

"Oh. Well then how come Andrea doesn't do it?"

"I'm sure it's only a matter of time." She was smiling at me curiously, and it took me a moment to figure out why. Then it hit me: I had just told her inadvertently that I have watched Andrea orgasming, and considering that I was still covered in Kandi's juices, and naked except for the strap-on dildo, it wasn't hard to guess under what circumstances. She was bound to think I had seduced her youngest daughter.

"Well," Barb said slowly, "are you just going to stay there, or are you interested in putting that thing to use." she indicated the harness around my waist. "Perhaps on the only woman in my family you haven't bedded yet."

"Well," I said slowly, "that depends. Are you going to close the door and take your clothes off like a good girl, or do I have to work for it?"

Barb giggled, and Kandi just looked at me strangely, like she wasn't sure what was going on. I smiled at her reassuringly, letting her know the situation was under control.

"I was thinking that I just might leave the door open to tempt whoever else comes upstairs." Barb replied.

"That sounds good," I quickly agreed. Barb smiled seductively and then began taking her clothes off. Wide-eyed, Kandi could only watch as her mother exposed herself. Barb took off her shirt and bra, showing off her wonderful breasts, and then she stepped out of her skirt and slid off her panties, standing in all of her god-given glory. Kandi and I both looked at her, in awe of her natural beauty. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, her breasts still held firm, nipples straining out, aching to be touched. Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed to show off her glistening pussy, moisture seeping out. Presumably, she had been excited while watching Kandi and I, and now about to be fucked by my dildo, she was wet and craving it.

Kandi's mom sat down on the bed, reaching down to play with her daughter's tits, squeezing and fondling them, getting Kandi aroused. I watched them play, my snatch drooling nectar as Kandi reached up to play with he mother's breasts, groping them and teasing the nipples. When Kandi sucked on into her mouth greedily, Barb moaned, no doubt remembering how long it had been since she nursed Kandi and how much better this felt now, especially since it was erotically forbidden - taboo lesbian incest. God it was hot.

I watched Barb's hands trail down Kandi's body, from her collarbone down through her cleavage, across her taut stomach and through her short, blonde pubes to her vulva, opening up the outer labia and tracing along her sex. I watched as Kandi's moist sex opened, wanting her mother's fingers to penetrate her. Barb lubed up two digits and slid them into her daughter's cunt. Kandi gasped out and released Barb's nipple from her mouth. Barb slid closer to her eldest daughter. She was now over top of Kandi, her fingers inside Kandi's sopping snatch, and Barb's ass out in the air, ready for me. I placed the head of the dildo against Barb's pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit, collecting the moisture from her vaginal lips and from the hair that surrounded it until it was good and ready. Barb was, by that point, more than ready, so I slid the dildo inside her. She took every inch, until it was buried in her cunt, my hips against her ass. I reached down and turned on the vibrators.

"Oh!" Barb exclaimed in surprise, "That's a new trick. I like it a lot. Now fuck me. Muck me and give me the good loving that I need."

I began to piston in and out of her, the vibrator teasing different parts of her snatch, but ultimately stimulating her whole pussy from inside. The buzzing carried on through the flesh and into her clit. She moaned her enthusiasm, panting and begging for it.

Barb's fingers still stroked Kandi, and the girl was in heaven, her eyes rolled back as her mom masturbated her, focusing on her love button. A sheen of sweat covered her, and she glowed in the light from the hall.

Light from the hall? Kandi and I never turned it on. Just then, I saw the three other girls standing in the doorway, naked and masturbating at the sight. Andrea looked so incredibly happy that I beckoned her forward as I pushed Barb's head into Kandi's chest, to lick and suck her pert tits. Andrea walked forwards tentatively, like she wasn't sure that she wasn't dreaming and haste would make her wake up. When she got near enough, I kissed her on the lips, motioning for her to sit over her sister's face.

Kandi looked up in astonishment, and then realized what was going on. She grinned at her little sister, then moaned as Barb hit the right spot on her pussy. Happily, Andrea stood over her older sister, spread her legs, and squatted down. As Kandi dove into to Andrea's succulent snatch, I looked over to Mom and Amy, who looked well pleased that their planning had paid off. With slight grins, they turned to each other and began kissing, groping each other's breasts, and eventually, each other's cunt. Soon, they joined us on my small bed, making out and playing with each other as I fucked Barb, who rubbed Kandi, who are Andrea, who loved me more than anything right then for giving her what she wanted so badly. She leaned over her mother's body and we shared a deep, passionate kiss that swiftly broke down into moans, as Kandi expertly brought her sister the pleasure she craved. I kept fucking Barb with the vibrating dildo, wondering how long it had been for her. She came several times while I rammed it in deep. Each time, a small amount of juice sprayed out from her pussy, coating the vibrator with her sticky fluids and wetting my legs.

Each time, Barb begged for more. Or at least, that what is sounded like muffled by Kandi's breast in her mouth. Soon, the sensation of her mother's fingers on her clit and her tongue on Kandi's nipples proved to be too much, and she bucked her hips off the bed, thrashing around as her climax overtook her. She latched onto Andrea's clit and sucked for all she was worth. As the pleasure became the center of her world, her sister's snatch became the focus for that pleasure, and she transmitted all that pleasure to Andrea's waiting cunt. Andrea screamed out as she too orgasmed.

Through it all, I kept pumping at Barb's pussy with the strap on, the vibrating sensations within my own juicy slit driving me wild. As Barb finally slid of the dildo, I stood there, rubber protrusion glistening in the light. Mom looked up from where she was licking Amy's tender pussy and motioned me over. The buzzing made it difficult for me to walk straight, the sensations traveling directly to my clit, but I managed to circle the bed to where my mother's knees spread, exposing her cunt.

She was lying on her back across the bed and Amy straddled her face, getting her snatch eaten expertly. I lined up with Mom's slot; the dildo still wet with Barb's juices, and slid it in to Mom's waiting channel. Immediately, the vibrating sensations caused her to groan into my sister's pussy. Amy smiled at me, and reached down to play with Mom's clit, just above where I slid the dildo in and out of her cunt. Amy's other hand traveled to my chest, seeking out my breasts, and I reached up with one hand for hers and with the other hand for my Mom's. Mom's hands were busy on Amy's ass cheeks, pulling them apart so one finger could circle her backdoor. I knew that this would drive Am wild. When Mom finally poked the digit inside my sister's rectum, Amy sighed and her tongue slid into my mouth. We French kissed for a long time, our hands busy. Soon, all three members of our family were cumming, just as Barb, Andrea and Kandi had moments before.

They say all good things must come to an end, but we were just beginning, even after our climaxes. We retired to the Jacuzzi, squeezing all six of us into the tub. When the jets turned on, we started groping and fondling under the water, hands busy touching the other women around us, and being touched ourselves. Soon, we found we were ready for another round.

I found myself next to Barb, my hand between her thighs, playing with her pussy, barely brushing her clit before feeling around her entrance again. On the other side of her mom, Andrea was playing with Barb's tits, squeezing and cupping them as she watched me kissing her mother.

Kandi sat on the edge of the tub on my other side, pussy being licked by Mom, and Amy was behind her, playing with her ass cheeks and thinking of paying Mom back for the bedroom by putting a finger in her rear entrance. Amy discovered a better replacement, and began licking Mom's dark rosebud, teasing her before sliding her squirming tongue inside. Mom moaned into Kandi's cunt, signaling that she thought Amy's decision preferable and exciting.

As things heated up, I kept teasing Barb, going at her hard, until I could tell she was close, and then relenting, letting her level of arousal fall back. I wanted her hot and impatient, ready for anything. Kandi, meanwhile, was squirming on the edge of the tub, close enough to me that her musky aroma filled my nostrils, and I knew that my mom was giving her the time of her life. Amy was rubbing up and down against Mom's ass, and I figured that her fingers were busy in both wet pussies.

Andrea and her mother were now French-kissing and groping each other's breasts. I indicated that the two of them should sit on the edge of the tub, next to Kandi. Barb sat in the middle, alternately making out with her two daughters. I was going back and forth between Andrea and her mom's cunt, taking them close to the edge of orgasm and then switching to the other snatch. Kandi had already come once from my mother's ministrations, but she kept going, soon bringing Kandi to another moaning orgasm. Amy joined me, eating out the girls on the edge of the tub, me caring for Andrea and Amy meeting Barb's needs. Before long, we both had them climaxing, moaning into each other's mouths as their tongues dueled. Amy, too, got a little surprise as Barb's orgasm triggered her ejaculation, and Barb squirted into her mouth.

Amy and I kissed as well, tasting the effect of the other's cunninglus. When all was finished, and the three guests were taken care of, Mom, Amy and I got out of the tub and switched places with the other family. Barb eagerly dove into my dripping cunt, while Kandi prepared to eat Amy's pussy, and Andrea positioned herself in front of my mom. I was in the middle, and took advantage of that opportunity to touch both my mother and my sister, as they in turn caressed my breasts. Though Barb had had little lesbian experience, what she had learned from those of us who did know what to do clearly showed, and she had me squirming with pleasure in no time. Beside me, Mom threw her head back and moaned as Andrea expertly manipulated her cunt, deftly triggering intense pleasure in her clit. On my other side, Amy was discovering how good Kandi was at eating pussy, and she groaned out her pleasure, thrusting her hips towards Kandi's sweet mouth. It was only a matter of minutes before the excitement of the moment and the pleasurable sensations brought out our orgasms, and we all shuddered and shook with the climax.

When my family had calmed down, all six of us women, two evenly matched up families, got out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and adjourned to the bed, which was barely big enough for us. The night was a blur of sexual frenzy as we initiated Kandi and Barb into our incestuous activities. I don't remember all that went on, but we kept going until just before dawn.

I do remember one point where I was lying on my back, wearing the strap-on dildo, and Kandi bounced on top of it while I groped her gorgeous ass cheeks. Andrea lay down between my legs, licking me through the harness and sucking her sister's clit whenever the opportunity presented itself. Mom straddled my face, her pussy already dripping, and her slick juice coating my chin as soon as I began to lick her box. Behind Amy, Barb had scissored her legs so that their cunts were rubbing together. Mom instructed her to put her finger in Amy's ass, and Barb readily complied, eager to learn all the things that turned us on.

I stuck my tongue as deep in Mom's pussy as it would go, wriggling it around before concentrating on her clit. Andrea continued to pleasure Kandi and me while next to her, Amy and Barb ground against each other. Amy reached over and began to play with Andrea's snatch so no one was left out of our incestuous lesbian play.

As the smell of pussy permeated every breath of air in the room, we could feel the excitement building within all of us. Almost as if we were one person with six cunts being simultaneously stimulated, the sum of our pleasure greater than we imagined possible as we shared in each other's feelings. The sensations were communal, building towards a bigger simultaneous orgasm than any of us could have experienced on our own. My cunt was on fire, my clit buzzing with desire that Kandi's bouncing and Andrea's wriggling tongue fulfilled. Driven by the stimuli, I passed that pleasure to my Mom, licking her clit and sucking her cunt lips into my mouth. Amy's groans blended with Barb's moaning, and Andrea bucked back against Amy's fingers. Kandi screamed out her pleasure as the communal orgasm overtook all of us. We shuddered, we bucked our hips, we moaned and sucked and licked and fingered as we all hit the heights of pleasure. Barb and Kandi both squirted a little, adding to the moisture that soaked the sheets: pussy juice and sweat.

For a few minutes, no one could say anything as we lay there, gasping for breath and assimilating what had just happened. Then we all began to laugh, sharing in the joy of our lesbian circle, two families bonded in ways unimaginable. And we weren't finished discovering our pleasures yet.

Barb, Andrea and Kandi rarely went home in the following weeks, and only left when they absolutely had to. Before Christmas, they had sold the house and moved in with us. I can't begin to tell you what the holidays were like that year, but I'll bet you want to know what I got for Christmas. After all, my twin cousins and their Mom were visiting. I think, though, that that's a story for another time.