LUSTFUL ANNE

He walked in and set down the heavy box just as Anne was coming out of the kitchen with a dishrag in her hands. "That's the last of it," he announced.

"I really appreciate your help."

He shrugged as if it didn't matter. He had nothing better to do anyway.

"You want a beer?" she asked. "Or do you need to get going on a hot date?"

He grinned and looked almost boyish with his slightly freckled face. "That would be great, Anne. And no. No date tonight."

"Too bad," she said lightly as she went to the Fridge and took out a cold Bud Light bottle while also retrieving one for herself. "I guess you'll just have to stay here and help me unpack."

"I could do that," he answered.

He sat down heavily on the couch, his legs spread slightly open in relaxation. His arm was resting over his eyes as Anne approached with the beer. He heard her coming and took down his arm and opened his eyes as he reached for the bottle.

"Thanks," he said. His brownish-green eyes met her blue eyes and he noticed how they had a spark to them; as if she had mischief on her mind.

She nodded and went to sit on the loveseat along the other wall, tucking her right leg under her as she sat.

They sat in silence for a while, just drinking their beers. It tasted good after the long, hot day of moving Anne into her very own townhouse. She still had a lot of unpacking to do and there were boxes everywhere. The walls were cream colored, awaiting the many photographs that Anne had taken throughout the years. Brett had long admired his niece's work as a photographer. If only she'd take it to the next level and become a true paid professional.

He looked over at her casually. Anne was in a light blue spaghetti strap tank top with white shorts. Her long hair pulled up into a frazzled knot on top of her head. He inwardly frowned as he recalled her hair when it was down, flowing gently around her shoulders. He liked it better down. He suddenly had an urge to loosen the knot on top of her head and run his fingers through the raven strands. His cock twitched at the thought. What the hell? He should not be having lustful thoughts about her. Though only ten years separated them, Anne was still his sister's daughter, his niece.

Anne was having her own daydreams as she watched her Uncle Brett on the sofa. His legs were still slightly apart and she could almost see his balls peeking out from his shorts. He was a good-looking man and she'd always looked up to him. She's had a major crush on him when she was in junior high school until her mother sternly told her that he was her uncle and there would never be anything between them. The crush slowly faded but Brett's rugged good looks just got more refined. Right now his reddish brown hair was starting to gray around his temples, making him the kind of distinguished older gentleman to which she's always been attracted. His six-foot-two-inch muscular frame would easily fill her petite five-foot-four inch body.If only, she thought wistfully.

"What are you thinking, Sunshine?" he casually used the nickname he'd given her so many years ago.

She blushed and shook her head as she quickly took a swig of the beer. What would he think of her if he knew her thoughts? "Just looking at the gray at your temples." Not a lie. Not quite.

"Oh great!" He thread is right hand through his hair and moaned. He hated getting older.

"No," she said firmly. "It looks great on you is what I meant." He lifted an eyebrow at her and she continued. "Very sexy, in my opinion."

Brett cocked his head to one side as if trying to read her mind. He'd done it often enough in the past, or so she had thought. It was of course just a matter of reading her facial and body expressions. He noticed that her nipples had peaked slightly in the tank top and he mentally raised his eyebrow. Was she checking him out? Was she actually flirting with him? He shifted slightly on the couch and knew that his semi-erect cock was trying to escape from his shorts. Would she notice? What would she do if she did?

Anne did notice. His balls were in plain view against the soft green fabric and she could see his cock, every now and then, twitch. Men were always horny, her mother had said. Just because his cock was growing slightly didn't mean that he was thinking about her. Even though he didn't have a date tonight specifically, he was probably thinking about that woman with the short blonde hair. Not his own niece, for goodness sakes.

The air conditioner was finally cooling the living room down and Anne reached up to untie her knotted hair after setting her beer on the end table. Her breasts rose and fully stretched the light blue cotton as she attended to the ponytail. Brett saw her nipples budding against the top and his erection grew. God, she was beautiful. At twenty-eight, she was the prettiest of her four sisters. Her long black hair combined with her pert little nose and full lips made her have the face of an angel. Her slim figure was contributed to her many long walks every day and he knew without a doubt that her size 38B breasts would fit perfectly in his hands... and his mouth. Brett took another swig of beer to quench his suddenly dry throat.

She suddenly looked over at him and said, "Can you help me? It seems to be in a tight knot around the band."

He inwardly groaned, as he knew that if he got up now she would definitely see his erection. The thought of his sister, Anne's mother, beating him to within an inch of his life cooled his manhood enough to get up off the couch and come and sit behind her on the loveseat. Her back was facing him and a few loose strands of her hair fell gracefully along the back of her neck. God how he ached to just once kiss the nape of her neck, knowing it was a sensitive place on most women. His eyes went upward toward the knot in her hair and finally his fingers loosened the band holding it and he gently let it flow down towards her shoulders, guiltily running his fingers through it, trying to comb out the rough curls. He laid his hands on her shoulders and she turned to him with a shy smile. "Thank you."

He stared, fascinated at her lips as she had said the words and without thinking he brought his head closer to hers. Their lips touched lightly. It was a closed-mouth kiss. Similar to ones he had often given her in the past. A quick peck, as relatives sometimes did. Suddenly, she sighed heavily and his voice of reason left him. He skimmed the back of his hand against her soft cheek and tentatively touched his lips to hers again. A moan sounded between them and he wasn't sure if it was she or he. Her lips were so soft and full, just aching to be kissed soundly.

He took his mouth away from hers and looked into her face. Her eyes were glazed and her little pink tongue flicked out momentarily to lick her lips, as if tasting him again. His will flew out the window and he kissed her again, rougher this time, searching, tasting, and taking all that she would give. He wanted this woman. Her hands caressed his face and the back of his neck as they kissed, tongues dancing in an erotic rhythm that neither one could stop. His tongue brushed again and again over her own and he felt the small steel ball slightly back from the tip of her tongue. He knew that her tongue piercing would feel cool and hard as she sucked his cock and he grew larger; if that were possible. Brett's hands had roamed lower and he was gently caressing her nipple through the fabric, bringing it to a tight bud and eliciting more moans from her throat. He gently lifted her breast from the tank top and his mouth swiftly found the nipple. His tongue licked at her nipple and his teeth gently pulled. "Oh God," she cried out.

"You like it a little rough, Sunshine?" His voice was deep and husky against her breast. He felt her nod and continued to lavish attention on her breast. His hand was tightening her other nipple as she leaned back to expose her throat. He licked hard on her nipple and then gave soft kisses to her neck heading right back up to her lips. His hands found the hem of her tank top and he began to lift it up over her head. He had to see those beautiful breasts in all their glory.

He threw the tank top to the floor and looked at her for a moment, wanting to savor her. "My God, you are beautiful!" he sighed.

"Thank you, Uncle Brett," she breathed. Suddenly the taboo of what he was doing with her shot home to his heart even as his cock stiffened more with her words. It felt so good to be naughty.

He laid her back gently on the loveseat as his tongue and teeth teased her right nipple while his thumb and forefinger twisted her left one. Her hands were behind his head, softly running her fingers through his hair.

A slight buzzing at his hip was felt by both of them. He cursed and reached for his phone. He looked at the caller ID and his breath went still. It was his sister. How could she know? He shook his head but rose up off of his niece as he took the call.

"Hey Sharon," he said and looked guilty at his niece, still flush from his ravishing.

"Are you still helping Anne?"

He looked at the woman laid out on the loveseat, naked from the waist up, who had propped her arm up and was resting her head in her palm. She had a sheepish grin on her face even though he knew that she knew who was on the other end of his phone. Her own mother.

"Helping... Anne..." he stammered. "Yes... I'm helping... Anne."

"Are you all right?" his sister asked.

He flushed and thought quickly. "Out of breath. Heavy boxes."

Sharon laughed on the other end. "Anne always did have a lot of things."

Brett glanced at his niece again and murmured "Nice things" as he saw her breasts rising and falling with each breath, still glistening with his saliva.

"Yes, do be careful," he heard his sister say. "Are you coming over for dinner or still moving stuff?"

"Dinner?" he asked and saw Anne shake her head no. "I think we still have one more load that needs to be taken care of," he said with a grin as Anne nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you need anymore help? I could send over Eddie."

Brett groaned. His brother-in-law would skin him alive. "No. I think Anne and I can take care of this all by ourselves."

"Ok," Sharon said. "Stop by tomorrow then. Pick up Anne and we will have a cookout. Susan and Leanne are already planning on coming and hopefully Kandi doesn't have to work."

Anne's sisters. "Anne and I will plan on coming." She giggled softly and he shushed her.

He ended the call with his sister and looked down at the young woman stretched out on the loveseat. Her nipples were still peaked and her hair was flowing around her shoulders, nearly touching the upper swells of her breasts.

He groaned. What was he going to do? He had almost made love to his own niece! "I'm going upstairs to take a shower," he said suddenly and strode out of the room, leaving Anne on the loveseat with her mouth hanging open.

* * *

Oh, he is not getting away that easily, she thought. She heard the shower running upstairs and wondered if he had found the linen box: the one with the all the towels. She walked up the steps lightly, still shirtless. He had wanted her. Of that, she was sure. And she wanted him. She wanted his long hard cock inside of her, pumping her full of his sweet cum.

Anne peeked inside the bathroom and saw that no towels were hanging on the bar. He'd been in such a hurry to take a cold shower that he'd forgotten to find a towel first. Well, she would just lick him dry.

She peeled off her white shorts and white thong, softly caressing her shaven mound. She quietly slipped back the shower curtain and slid in behind him. Brett was facing the tiled wall letting the water run down his face and chest. His eyes were closed and his right hand was holding the shower rod while his other hand was braced against the opposite tiled wall.

For needing a cold shower, this water sure feels warm, she thought. She lightly touched his back and he moaned. He didn't jump. It was as if he knew she was there, behind him. Naked. They were naked in the shower together.

His erection was back immediately and he whirled around to face her. He swept his lips down upon hers and kissed her passionately. "Oh God!" he groaned into her hair. "What are we doing?"

"We are taking a shower, Uncle Brett. And then when we get out I am going to lick you dry. All over your body. Starting with your toes and working my way up. Stopping to pay special attention to THIS," she breathed as she grasped his hard cock in her hand. She slowly massaged it, feeling it's velvety smoothness. She reached up on her tiptoes and drug his face down to her lips again. Then she broke the kiss and whispered, "And then we are going to fuck."

"No," he hissed. "We are not going to wait to fuck. I'm going to fuck your soft pussy right here, right now." He turned her so that she was now facing the stream of hot water and bent her over. Her palms were flat against the cool white tiles above the spigot. "Are you ready for me baby?" he cooed softly as his fingers plunged into her tight pussy. "Are you ready for your Uncle Brett to fuck you senseless?"

She screamed, "Oh God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Uncle Brett. Screw me like the little bitch I am!"

Brett slid his rock hard cock into her pussy and grabbed the back of her wet head. His right hand was on her back, pushing her down, while his left hand pulled hard at her dark hair, arching her back. He was so hot for her! Three thrusts later he was pouring his hot cum into her body. He groaned and let go of her hair as his load was letting go. He held onto the tiled wall and the shower rod as he pumped a few more times into her. She moaned softly and as she stood up, he slipped out of her.

"Oh my God!" she breathed heavily. "That was fucking awesome!" She turned around to face him and he was grinning.

"Yeah, it was pretty great wasn't it?" He looked around for the soap to wash his cum off of her mound and her juices off of his still semi-erect cock. "No soap."

She giggled. "Nope. And no towels either." He groaned. "You forgot to get one unpacked before you jumped in here. So I guess I am going to have to just lick you dry." His cock was coming to life again at that statement and he reached around her to turn off the water.

"Better get to it then, Little Niece, or else I will just have to fuck you again."

"You'd better fuck me again anyway, Uncle Brett," she whispered as she leaned up and kissed him soundly before drawing the shower curtain back and stepping out of the tub.

She went into the hallway and bent over a box that was labeled "linen". As he watched her stick her ass in the air, Brett's erection grew again. He'd never gotten hard again this fast. He smacked her ass, the sting making her jump a little, and she screamed. She whirled around with a sheet in her hand rather than a towel.

"That hurt," Anne said as she rubbed her ass. Brett's face was instantly remorseful. "But I liked it!" she grinned.

He swept her into his strong arms and made his way to the bedroom, navigating around the boxes yet to be unpacked. The bed was in the middle of the room, set up, but not made. The pink satiny pillow-top mattress beckoned to them.

"Put me down," she insisted. "I need to at least throw a sheet on."

"Why?" he growled. "You're going to cum and cum until I make you squirt all over this bed and a sheet won't protect it."

She giggled softly and threw the sheet in the corner of the bedroom as he laid her down gently on the bed. This was the first time he had actually seen her entire body naked and spread out before him. In the shower he'd only glanced at her before he was overcome with raw passion. Her wet dark curls were fanned out on the bed. Her breasts were round and firm, the nipples budding. Her short body was not thin, but by no means fat either. She had curves in all the right places and his eyes raked over them as his hands ached to do. She opened her legs slightly and he saw her cleanly shaved pussy. No landing strip and no hair could be found anywhere. He ran a hand up her left calf as he knelt on the bed. It was smooth as silk. The summer was almost over and she was smooth and tanned everywhere. He instantly wondered where she was able to sunbathe in the nude.

Brett slid Anne up on the bed so that her head was touching the headboard. His long frame extended off the bed as he lowered his lips towards her smooth pussy. His tongue made a long sweep up her slit and she moaned. She tasted like heaven. His own niece. Honey sweet. He should make her nickname Honey instead of Sunshine.

His tongue found her clit and licked it until it swelled to a little nub. He found her hole slick with juices and he licked all around her lips and inside, wanting every drop. Anne reached down and stroked his hair with her hands urging his face closer to her pussy, grinding it against his face. He inserted one finger then two into her tight hole, stretching her as he feasted upon her clit. He gently tickled her inside until he found her spot.

"Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed.

"Come for me, my little slut. Cum for Uncle Brett," he urged her as his fingers flew wildly inside of her and he sucked her juices.

"Ooohhhhh," she moaned loudly. "Oh fuck yes!" Anne exploded and squirted right into Brett's mouth. It was the sweetest nectar he'd ever had. He kept licking her but she squirmed away.

"Wait. Wait. Stop." Anne tried to sit up. "Sensitive. Let me get my breath back."

Brett stood up and raised an eyebrow at her. "Sensitive? MMMMM." He fondled his rock hard cock and looked at his niece. "You're too sensitive for this, baby?"

Anne smiled slowly and it was amazing how quickly she had regained her breath. She was hungry for that cock. She wanted it deep inside her. Pounding her. Exploding within her.

"Uncle Brett," she breathed heavily. "Come and fuck your naughty little slut of a niece."

"Oh gladly, Anne." He climbed on the bed and straddled her wet body. He slid is large cock to her entrance and barely squeezed in the head before she was moaning again.

"Oh my god. That feels wonderful. You are big. I love my uncle's big cock," she purred. Her hands touched the length of him until he slid all the way inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him into her even deeper. Brett kissed her passionately as his thrusts became harder and faster. Anne moaned again. His cock had just the right curve to tickle her G-spot with every thrust. Her eyes closed and she saw flashes of light behind her lids: a strobe effect with each hard shove of his cock inside of her. Their breathing grew heavier as Brett continued to pound her pussy, liking her pert breasts and lips alternately. With each thrust she was climbing higher and higher to that ultimate climax.

"Oh baby," he shouted. "I'm going to cum!"

"Cum to me Uncle Brett. Cum for me. Shoot that load into your niece's tight pussy."

He let out a growl and his hot seed gushed within her. His aim was perfect and the force of his sperm shot against her G-spot and she climaxed with him. Lights and sounds shattered with in her and then all went dark behind her lids and she had to remember to breathe. La Petite Mort

Brett collapsed on top of her and whispered in her ear. "You are one hot fuck, my little niece." She giggled as he rolled off of her onto the bed.

Brett went to the linen box and brought back a light blanket to cover her sweat-covered body. He crawled under the blanket with her and pulled her into his arms.

Anne's final thought before drifting off to sleep was: Do I want to tell my sisters about their incredible Uncle Brett? She sighed softly before erotic dreams took her. After all, being the oldest, she'd always shared her toys with her sisters before...Good morning, Sunshine," he said sleepily and grinned back at her.

"Good morning, Uncle Brett." Anne leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, flicking out her tongue to entice him.

He laughed and rolled on top of her. "You minx!" His kiss was filled with passion and promise and Anne moaned at the thought of his hard cock, soon to be in her again. Brett left a trail of kisses along her breasts and stomach as he made his way to the core of her womanhood. His licks made her slick and wet for him quickly. He rose up on his knees and straddled her body with his long legs, thrusting into her in one motion.

"Oh... my... God! FUCK, yes!" she screamed. "Your cock fills me completely, Uncle Brett!"

He chuckled and kissed her swiftly before continuing to pound his niece's pussy. She was so slick that his cock easily rode in and out of her, deep thrust after deeper thrust. They had made love four times the night before and suddenly, he felt young again with her. He wasn't an old man approaching forty when he fucked his slutty niece. He was a man in his prime who pleased his women very well.

He roared with emotion as he came deep inside of her. Anne's honey sweet nectar flooded his cock at the same moment and she screamed his name again and again.

Brett rolled off of her and lay on the bed, spent. His right hand reached up to caress her breast softly as he mumbled, "You're going to be the death of me, Sunshine."

"Oh no," she giggled. "You're going to be around for many more years to please me, Uncle Brett." She kissed him quickly before jumping out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. The sight of her naked ass made his cock twitch again.

Brett rolled over and looked at his cell phone on the floor and flipped it open to check the time. 10:04. They were supposed to be at Sharon's house at one for the cookout. Plenty of time! he thought as he followed his niece into the shower to fuck her once more time.

* * * *

"Annie!" A dark-haired young girl screamed, as Anne and Brett got out of his pick-up. Of the sisters, Anne and Kandi looked the most alike, though they were not the closest in age. Kandi was the baby. At 21, she was just starting her career as a paralegal and loving every minute of her newly found freedom, especially now that she was "legal" to go out with her sisters and older friends. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she hugged Anne tight. "I've missed you," Kandi whispered into her ear.

Anne giggled and whispered back, "Me too, but it's only been a week." She winked as she broke the hug.

Kandi hugged her uncle and then linked her arms through both Brett's and Anne's, to guide them back to the cookout. They were the last to arrive and everyone was already laughing and drinking. Anne's father, Eddie and his brother-in-law, Nick, his sister's husband, were at the grill smoking up the backyard with hamburgers and bratwurst.

Anne greeted her daddy with a peck on the cheek and her Uncle Nick with a hug. She wandered around looking for her mother and other siblings. She saw through the kitchen window that her mother was into the Fridge. She was bent over, getting items from the crisper, and for the first time, Anne saw how nice of an ass her mother had. She hoped she had the good genes to follow when she reached her mid-forties. Her mother would be out shortly, she knew, so she glanced to the pool hoping to spot her sisters.

Susan and Leanne were both in the pool, splashing each other, and laughing loudly. Anne walked over to the side of the pool and leaned against the fence watching them.

Susan had on a pink and orange retro plaid bikini that could have been right out of an Austin Powers movie. Her D breasts were floating in the water except when she would bounce out to play with Leanne. Her long blonde hair was tied in a knot at the top of her head, though some strands were coming loose and getting damp.

Leanne's white mesh bikini was see-through enough to let Anne see her sister's nipples, even at this distance. Her short pixie blonde hair was soaking wet and mussed. She was the water-rat of the family and loved all kinds of water sports from snorkeling to surfing to high board diving. She dove back under the water and then came up behind her sister to playfully push Susan.

"You swam right between my legs!" Susan yelled. Leanne just grinned and then saw Anne standing at the fence watching them.

"Come on in, Anne! The water's fine!"

"No, it's not," Susan complained. "It's getting cold." As Anne opened the gate to the pool area, Susan climbed out of the water. She pulled her bikini briefs down in the back to cover her ass and then tugged them slightly in the front to get rid of the camel toe. Anne's pussy tingled. All of the sisters had fantastic bodies, but it was Susan that Anne fantasized most about. Her large breasts were barely contained in the bikini top and her nipples were like pebbles, aching to be touched.

Susan watched Anne strip out of her shorts and tee shirt. She had on a dark-blue string bikini that left nothing, yet everything, to the imagination. She then hugged her and got the front of her bikini wet before she dried off with a towel.

Anne watched her sister use the light-blue beach towel on her long legs and then her arms, before drying off her flat stomach, gently touching her pussy and then her glorious breasts. Anne hoped she wasn't drooling as she dove into the water and came up next to Leanne.

"I'm going to go and tan," Susan told them as she stepped behind the screen. Their parents were open to the idea of nude sunbathing. Wanting to make sure the neighbors didn't get more of an eyeful than they should have of his young daughters, Eddie had built a bamboo screen along the far wall of the pool area. The girls, and sometimes he and his wife would lay au natural in the summer sun.

Anne and Leanne watched the screen as first Susan's bikini top flipped up on top and then her bottoms. It was a signal they used to let all know someone was nude behind the screen... proceed at your own risk.

Anne imagined her sister lying on her light-blue beach towel, stretched out on the lounge chair. Was she on her stomach or her back? Was she rubbing the sun-induced sweat all over her body as she tanned? Or right now, was she still rubbing lotion all over her luscious curves? Anne's eyes glazed over with lust as her pussy tingled. She had always been a voyeur and loved watching her sisters dress and undress while they had all been in the same house. The temptation was too much.

"I'm going to tan, too," Anne said as she started to walk over to the side of the pool.

"Yeah, I'm getting out too," Leanne said. "Although I am going to say hi to Uncle Brett. Seems like ages since I've seen him. He's gotten really buff lately."

Anne's mind drifted back to the night before when her uncle had fucked her senseless: His large, firm body raised above hers as his cock pounded her cunt over and over again. "Mmm-hmm," was all Anne could mumble to her sister.

They each got out and dried off before Anne headed towards the bamboo screen and Leanne went out the gate onto the lush green lawn. Anne was hesitant, but this was an opportunity she didn't want to pass up. She had often masturbated with visions of Susan's tits swinging in her face. She was a bi-sexual slut who had been having incestuous thoughts of her sisters for years. She thought of Uncle Brett and smiled. We're just one big kinky family... I hope.

Anne knocked lightly on the screen before stepping behind it, "Hey there! Want some company?"

Susan's eyes were closed and she was lying on her back, her gorgeous breasts sticking straight into the air. Anne consciously rubbed her pussy as she stripped out of her own dark-blue bikini bottoms. She watched Susan still as she played with her nipples and the top came off. Both pieces were slung over the top of the screen right next to Susan's suit. She casually sat on the lounge chair next to her sister and applied the tanning oil to her body. "Hey, sis?"

"Mmmm?" Susan said, her eyes still closed.

"Would you rub the oil on my back, please?"

Susan opened her eyes and saw her naked older sister, sitting on the lounge, holding out the bottle to her. "Sure." Anne turned sideways on the chair as Susan got up and came to sit behind her. She poured the oil into her hands and rubbed Anne's back. She paid special attention to the middle where she knew it could get burned the worst. Her hands lightly and rhythmically moved over Anne's body and then Anne moaned softly.

"I'll give you an hour to stop that."

Susan giggled, but kept rubbing the oil into her sister's back, along her sides and gently touched the sides of her breasts.

"Oops," Susan said, pulling back. "Sorry."

Be bold! Anne thought. "I'm not."

Susan paused her hands on her sister's lower back. "Not what?"

"I'm not sorry that you touched me there."

Susan leapt off the lounge and went back to her own. "Hmmm. OK," was all she said as she laid back down on her stomach this time.

Anne smiled gently and stretched out her long legs to lay face up in the sun. She had planted the seed, at least. Who knew how it would grow?

Susan closed her eyes and waited until she heard her sister settle into the lounge chair before peeking them open again. What had Anne insinuated? She watched her sister through barely-open eyelids, just a slit, so she could watch and not be noticed. Anne reclined with her arms at her sides for a while, her breasts rising and falling with her steady breathing. The sun was hot today and soon beads of sweat started to form on Anne's chest. One bead started at her throat and ran in a trickle down to her nipple. Susan saw Anne's large dark areolas and the tight nipples puckering. She recalled the sensation of her fingertips tingling as she had brushed against Anne's breasts. And now her pussy was tingling too, wanting to touch again. Explore. Feel. Possibly lick. She watched through slit eyes as Anne's hand reached down to caress her shaven mound, knowing the sweat was pooling between her thighs. Anne let out a soft sigh as she gently fingered her clit, just once before returning her hand to her side. Susan inhaled. God, that was hot! She had never seen anyone masturbate before, and Anne really hadn't, but the idea was there that she could have if she wanted to. Suddenly, sweat wasn't the only pooling between Susan's own thighs.

"It sure is hot today," Anne murmured.

Susan quickly shit her eyes tight and responded with an "Mmm-hmm."

They lay in silence, side-by-side, for a few more minutes before Susan slowly eased her eyes open barely to watch again. Anne's hand was back to her mound again and slowly rubbing the sweat into her folds. Her light breathing was getting faster, Susan noticed. Her older sister was masturbating right in front of her. Good thing she doesn't know I'm watching her.

"I know you're watching me," Anne said with a teasing note in her voice. Susan gasped and her eyes flew open to lock gazes with her sister. "Susan? Don't you think I have pretty pussy?" Susan just nodded, aware of the heat building between her legs, but still unable to say anything. "Susan... don't you want to see it closer? Touch it?" The last two words were whispered.

"You'd let me?" Susan asked incredulously. Anne nodded and Susan got up from her lounge chair and walked to the end of Anne's chair. She sat down on the ground as Anne opened her legs a bit more to give Susan a better view.

"You're still too far away, sweetie," Anne teased. "Come closer. Touch my pussy."

Susan got on her knees and leaned forward. She could smell the muskiness of Anne's cunt mixed with the coconut tanning oil. Susan slid one finger along the inside of Anne's thigh, tentatively seeking and exploring her sister's lithe body. Her finger rested on the outside of Anne's pussy lips and then slid over to touch her erect clit. Anne let out a soft moan, which prompted Susan to use another finger to open up the lips and discover Anne's wetness. And she was very wet indeed. Susan leaned down closer to breathe in her sister's scent. Her index finger began to flick Anne's clit a little faster.

Anne moaned again. "That's it baby. Work my little clitty."

Susan moved closer and used her other hand to slowly peel back the folds of Anne's pussy, exposing her dripping hole. It wasn't sweat, but sweet pussy juice. Susan had been a threesome once with a couple from college, but hadn't gone down on the woman. Now she was curious as to what pussy would taste like. Her own sister's pussy.

Susan took her tongue and flicked Anne's clit gently next to her fingernail. Anne arched slightly, gasped and hung onto the sides of the lounge chair with both hands. Growing more courageous with each second, Susan licked again as she slid a finger into Anne's tight cunt. Anne's muscles tightened around her finger and she felt a warm, moist sensation over her knuckles. She slid in another finger and took Anne's clit all the way in her mouth, sucking gently.

As Anne moaned again, Susan found a rhythm and began to finger-fuck her own sister. She was licking her sweet cunt and diving her fingers in and out of the drenched pussy. She was in heaven. Once taste of a woman and she knew she was bi-sexual. Not just any woman. Anne. Her older sister. The taboo of the experience left Susan's own pussy dripping.

Susan glanced up into her sister's face as she continued licking, sucking and fingering. Anne was teasing her own nipples into rock hard pebbles. Susan was really enjoying the taste and sensation as Anne moaned a little too loudly.

"Shhh," Susan told her. "I don't want anyone else to know we are doing this." Anne giggled. "God, sis, you taste so fucking good. I never thought about this, but damn... I don't want to stop now."

"Then don't stop. You're doing great, little sister. Finger me til I cum all over your hand."

Susan picked up the pace. That's exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to see, hear and feel her sister's orgasm. Anne was trying to keep her mouth closed as she bucked against Susan's hand. Finding that sweet release she came hard and soaked Susan's hand.

"Oh yessssss," Susan exclaimed. "That's it, bitch. Soak my hand. Next time it's going to be my tongue you're going to soak."

Susan slowed down her fingers and glanced into her sister's contented face. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another figure standing next to the bamboo screen. Oh FUCK! We are so dead!

The third person came over to them as Susan stood up to dry off her hand. It was their baby sister, Kandi. She looked at Susan and then looked at Anne who had noticed Susan's sudden withdrawal from her body.

"Hello, Kandi," Anne smiled languidly.

Kandi tsked-tsked at Anne. "You found a new playmate and didn't invite me?" she asked, but her grin betrayed her as Susan's jaw dropped.