Sisters & Daughters, Part 1 – The Beginning

by Buck

Diane knew something was wrong the moment she saw her sister and two nieces sitting on her front porch. She had just gotten home from her office job and was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening alone, soaking in her tub. She hadn’t seen her sister Evelyn, Evie she liked to be called, for months. And Evie usually came around only when she needed something. “Hey, Diane,” Evie called pleasantly.

Evelyn looked like Hell. Her long red hair looked like it hadn’t been combed for a week and there was dark circles under her blue eyes. “Evelyn,” Diane said evenly, knowing it would bug her sister to call her by her proper name. Diane looked at Evelyn’s two little girls sitting side by side on the top step of her porch. Tamara was seven now and was the spitting image of her mother. She had the same long red hair and blue eyes with freckles that became more prominent in the summer. Nichole was five. She had short, light brown hair and dark eyes, and usually had the biggest smile on her face. She wasn’t smiling now. Both little girls looked glum.

As Diane put her key into her lock, Evie said, “Di, I need to talk to you.”

“Well, come on in. I’ll make some coffee.”

Diane pulled out some toys for the girls to play with in the living room and joined her sister in the kitchen. Diane sat across from her sister and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Diane looked a lot like little Nichole, the same brown hair and brown eyes. She was thirty years old, never married and never had children of her own. It always irked her that her sister Evie, four years younger, had two beautiful little girls, where she had none.

After they had almost finished their first cups of coffee, Evelyn finally said, “I don’t know how to say this…Joe’s been…”

“What? Sleeping around? I told you he was no good, even before you married him. I don’t know why you married such a creep…”

“He did give me Nicky.” Tamara’s father was someone else and Evelyn would never reveal who it was. “No, Diane. Joe’s been… molesting the girls.” She sighed heavily, like she had just gotten a heavy burden off her mind.

What her sister had said didn’t sink in right away. “He’s been…what? How do you know?”

“I caught him. He was…rubbing Nicky between the legs…on the living room floor. When I asked Tammy if anything like that had happened to her, she told me about Joe touching her in the bath tub… and when he dressed her in the morning.”

“So, what now? Is Joe going to jail?”

Evelyn looked down at the table. She shook her head. “I just wanted to be free of him. I told him that if he left us alone, never had contact with me or the girls…I wouldn’t press charges.”

“That’s incredibly stupid Evie!” Diane immediately lowered her voice, remembering the girls in the next room. “He’s just going to do it to some other kids.”

“I have no proof. Just my say so against his say so.”

“The girls…” Diane began.

“Are only five and seven. The judge wouldn’t believe them. To make them go through a trial, tell everyone in a court what their Daddy did to them…” Evie shook her head. “I just can’t bring myself to do it.” Tears began to form in her eyes and slowly rolled down her face. “I won’t put them through it.”

Diane rose and walked to her sister, put her arms around her and held her sister’s face to her bosom, while she cried herself out. She suddenly felt very maternal to her little sister. And her nipples began to tingle with Evie’s face, her mouth, against her right breast. “Let’s get some supper and then we’ll all settle in, have a good night’s sleep…and you’ll see, everything will look better tomorrow.

After a fast food supper Diane and Evelyn put the girls to bed. Evelyn realized she forgot to pack her daughters’ night gowns, so Diane pulled out a couple of her tee shirts for the girls to sleep in. Tamara and Nichole came running out of the bathroom still damp from their bath, their mother following closely behind holding a big fluffy white towel. Diane was sitting on her bed with the tee shirts in her hand, and the little girls all naked pink skin and wet hair jumped on her lap. Each attacked her from a side with kisses, Tamara on her right and Nichole on her left.

“Alright girls,” Evie said. “You have to let Aunt Diane go if you want her to let us stay here. She might change her mind and throw us out.”

The girls cried, “Noooo!” as they pushed her down on the bed. Diane was really enjoying the feel of the squirming naked, damp little girls, climbing on her. She put her arms around them, her hands resting on the small of their backs, just above the little bumps of their behinds. She began returning the kisses of her little nieces, first on Tamara’s nose, then Nichole’s ear and all over their faces and heads, necks and shoulders.

Evelyn pulled seven year old Tamara off of her sister. “That’s enough now,” she scolded. She grabbed one of the tee shirts and pulled it over Tamara’s head and pulled her arms through the sleeves.

Diane sat up, depositing five year old Nichole on the floor. She was flushed and felt all tingly. “Oh, I won’t throw you out. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to have two wonderful little girls like you two,” she said as she pulled a tee shirt over the little girl’s head.

The four of them went out to the living room where Diane had pulled out the sofa bed. The two sisters put the little girls in bed, tucked them in with lots more kisses and hugs, and returned to Diane’s bedroom. “I need to get a shower,” Diane said as she began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Oh, me too,” Evelyn said. “I’ll wait for you.”

Diane took of her blouse and said, “Don’t be silly.” She smiled at her sister, who smiled back. “We can go together…like when we were kids.” Diane took her bra off, releasing large C cup breasts with wide, brown nipples.”

Evelyn’s eyes were drawn to her sister’s large breasts. She half laughed, “You didn’t have those when we were kids. Are we going to both fit in the shower with those in the way?”

“Sure,” Diane said with a huge smile, “because you don’t have any tits to speak of.”

Evelyn pulled her top and bra off revealing her B cup breasts topped with little pink nipples. Freckles were scattered all over her chest. She cupped her breasts. “Sure I do. See.”

Diane reached out pinching her sister’s left nipple, which became hard in her fingers. “Oh they’re so cute…like little puppies… with little pink noses.” They both began to giggle, and Diane released her grip on her sister.

Both of Evelyn’s nipples grew hard, and so did Diane’s as they continued to undress and went to the bathroom, where Diane turned on the shower. They kept sneaking glances at each other’s breasts. Without another word Diane climbed in and Evelyn stepped in behind her. Diane got her hair wet, and began shampooing. Evelyn just stood with her arms folded and tried not to stare at her sister’s breasts. When Diane finished rinsing her hair she handed her sister the soap and wash cloth. “Wash my back for me, will you?”

Evelyn slowly soaped up the washcloth and began to slowly rub her sister’s back with it, her hand slowly making its way down to Diane’s ample rear end. Her hand moved as if of its own will. Diane murmured, “That feels good.” As Evelyn’s hand moved down, Diane said, “That’s not my back, that’s my ass.” There was a smile in her voice. Diane suddenly spun around and her sister’s hand was now just above her pubic bone.

“How does this feel?” Evelyn moved both hands up to cup her sister’s large breasts, her palms flattening the nipples. Diane sucked in a breath, made a face. “Just getting you back for grabbing my tit,” Evie said. Diane replied by pulling her sister to her in a wet soapy hug, her larger breasts crushing into Evelyn’s smaller ones. They hugged for a long time. When Diane was ready to break the hug, Evelyn held on. Diane could hear her sister quietly sobbing.

After the shower Diane put on her night shirt and climbed into bed, Evelyn stood by the bed in her own night shirt. Diane patted the side of the queen size bed. “There’s room in here for two.”

Evelyn shook her head with a small smile. “I want to be with my girls tonight.”

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything.”

Evelyn nodded and left for the living room.

Evelyn looked down at her young daughters highlighted by a table lamp turned down low. They were curled up on their sides, against each other, Tamara holding a protective arm around her younger sister. She smiled at them and lifted the covers to slip in beside them. Tamara’s hand was out of sight on the front side of Nichole. Evelyn leaned over to find Nichole’s tee shirt pulled up to her waist and Tamara’s hand laying casually on her sister’s genitals.

Evelyn was shocked. She pulled Tamara’s hand away and put it up on little Nicky’s shoulder, then lay down on her back. The steady breathing of her daughters told her they were sleeping soundly. Evelyn was still turned on by the close contact of her sister. She felt she had to do something she hadn’t done in almost a year. Her fingers moved quietly down to the waist band of her panties and snuck inside. Slowly, so slowly she gently caressed her outer labia, slowly working up to her clitoris. After ten minutes of teasing herself, her fingers attacked her clitoris. She tried to stay as still as possible, for fear of waking her daughters. Her fingers moved from her clitoris down to her vaginal opening, then back up. Up and down, until her moistening vagina let her fingers enter, first one and then two, then three. Three fingers moved in and out while her thumb pushed on her clitoris. Her body shook with her release.

As she calmed down from her orgasmic high, she became aware of her seven year old moving against her. At some point while Evelyn masturbated, Tamara had turned over had put her leg over her mother’s leg and was rubbing her bald baby genitals against her mother’s thigh. Tamara whimpered and gasped, her arm fling out to clutch her mother’s breast through her night gown. Evelyn pulled her arm free that had been trapped between their bodies and hugged her daughter close to her.

When Tamara caught her breath, Evelyn said, “Are you alright, Sweetie?”

“Yeah,” she replied quietly. “Are you alright, Mommy?”

“Yeah, Sweetie. No go to sleep.” Evelyn placed her hand on top of her daughter’s hand that rested on her breast.

The next morning was a Saturday. Diane went grocery shopping with Tamara while Evelyn stayed home with Nichole, because she wanted to watch cartoons. Nichole was laying on the floor in the living room on her belly her eyes glued to the television. Evelyn was putting a puzzle together on the floor beside her daughter to pass the time. After one cartoon was over and before the next one began, Nichole’s hand darted under her body down to her pants. She was wearing a tee shirt and shorts and nothing on her feet. She began to rock sideways.

Evelyn noticed what her daughter was doing and grabbed her daughter’s bare foot. “What are you up to Nicky? Get your hand away from there.” She pulled her foot dragging Nichole towards her.

“Mommy! Let me go.”

“No. You have to be punished for putting your hand down there. I’m going to tickle your foot.” And she proceeded to do just that. Nichole erupted in giggles and protests of “Stop, Mommy, stop!”

Evelyn pulled her daughter closer and began tickling her leg. Then she grabbed her two handed, around the waist, and pulled her up on to her lap. Evelyn was dressed similarly to her daughter, in shorts and tee shirt. Evelyn hugged her daughter and kissed her on the cheek. “Baby, why were you playing with yourself?”

Nichole shrugged her cute little shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess ‘cause it feels good.” Evelyn swallowed hard and asked, “ Nicky, Baby…did Daddy play with your little…pussy like that? And did he teach you to do that to yourself?”

“Pussy? Is that what it’s called? Pussy. Pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy.” Nicky rolled the word around in her mouth.

“Alright. Alright, Honey. Did Daddy touch you there on your pussy while you watched TV?”

“Nichole nodded. “Yeah. He did it almost every time we were alone watching TV. He said I couldn’t tell you or anyone, or it would stop and Daddy wouldn’t make me feel good anymore.” A sudden smile grew on her face. “But I tricked Daddy. I learned to make it feel good all by myself. And I do it when I’m watching TV. by myself.” Nichole moved a leg around, straddling her mother’s lap, and began moving back and forth, rubbing her pussy on her mother’s leg.

“Nicky, what are you doing.” Although Evelyn knew exactly what her daughter was doing. “Nicky, please stop.” Evelyn’s voice faltered and her hands did nothing to actually stop her daughter from rocking back and forth on her lap. Evelyn was getting turned on by her daughter’s sexy gyrations. Nicky left out a gasp and collapsed on her mother. Evelyn’s arms encircled her little daughter. She was as horny as she was the night before. Her clitoris was vibrating. Her nipples were rock hard and Nicky’s mouth was only inches away from one of them. She pushed her daughter’s head toward her breast. “Please, Baby. Please,” she was almost pleading. Instinctively Nicky seemed to understand what her mother wanted. Her little five year old mouth opened and clamped on Evelyn’s left breast through her tee shirt and bra. Evelyn’s hand went down under the waist band of her daughter’s shorts and underwear, cupping her small butt.

Evelyn suddenly came to her senses when she heard the car door slam. Diane and Tamara were home from shopping. Evelyn pushed Nicky off and stood up. The front of her shirt was wet and the front of Nicky’s shorts was also wet. She pulled her daughter by the hand towards the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door as she heard the front door open and her other daughter’s voice call, “Mom. Mommy, we’re home.”

“I’m in the bathroom,” she called. “Uh… Nicky had a little accident.” Evelyn pulled her daughter’s shorts and underwear off, threw them in the hamper, then pulled her own shirt off and threw that in the hamper. She took some toilet paper and dabbed at her daughter’s genitals.

“Did I pee, Mommy?

“No. Well, kinda. It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

“Can we do that again sometime? That felt gooood.””

Such an innocent question. Can we do that again sometime? Can we? Evelyn was asking herself if she was as sick as her soon to be ex-husband. What am I doing, she thought. She looked down at her little girl, so pure, so innocent, her pussy lips so red. Evelyn nodded, her hands on Nicky’s shoulders. “We can do that again sometime, but only if we never talk about it to anyone. Understand? Because if we do, the police will come and send Mommy to jail, and they’ll put you with another family and we’ll never see each other again. You understand?” Nicky’s eyes were wide, but she nodded.

In the kitchen, Tammy was handing groceries to her Aunt Diane, while Diane was putting them in the cupboard. “You’ve been a big help to me this morning young lady.”

Tammy stopped. “Am I a young lady? Really?”

Diane smiled. “Of course you are. A very pretty young lady.” Tammy blushed. “And you deserve a big reward,” Diane continued. She got on her knees and pulled Tammy into a big bear hug. “You get the biggest hug in the world from me.” Diane hadn’t realized how much she missed human contact until yesterday, and all the hugging and touching with her sister. Now she just wanted to enjoy the hug with her niece.

Tammy was also enjoying the hug with her aunt. Diane’s breasts felt warm on her chest. She pulled her head away and bent in to kiss her on the mouth. First lips on lips then Tammy’s little tongue darted out and licked her aunt’s lips. Diane was taken off guard, her lips parting and Tammy’s tongue darted inside to touch her aunt’s tongue briefly. An “Oh,” escaped Diane’s throat. She pulled back and that left just enough room for Tammy’s hands to squeeze Diane’s breasts through her blouse and bra. “These feel good on my body,” she said innocently. “Mommy’s aren’t as big as yours are.”

“Tammy?” Diane hesitated. “Tammy, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Daddy. He said that was how grownup people liked to be kissed.”

“Well, yes, I suppose so, but not by little girls. Only by other grownup people.”

“Did I do it wrong?” Tammy was starting to get upset, her face about to cry.

Diane hugged her again, then rose to her feet with her seven year old niece in her arms. “No, no. It’s alright. Don’t cry. It…It was a nice kiss. I liked it very much.”

“Really? Me too.”

Evelyn came into the kitchen with Nicky by the hand. She had changed Nicky’s shorts and her own tee shirt. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Yes, alright.” The kiss that Diane had received from Tammy and her little hands on her breasts had set off a spark down in her loins. “I think I need to go lie down.” She put a hand to her forehead. “To much sun maybe.”

Diane went to her bedroom and closed the door. She pulled her clothes off until she was completely naked, then laid on her bed on top of the covers. Her right hand stroked her hairy lips, while her left squeezed her right breast and played with the big, brown nipple. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a lover touching her like this. She hadn’t had a lover in almost five years. And sex before that time with men was extremely boring. The penetration of a penis in her vagina felt good, but she was convinced that foreplay to men consisted of some breast kissing and then plunging on in. She couldn’t even imagine a male lover now. Was that her problem all this time? Did she want a woman lover, a girl? Her sister’s face came to mind. She imagined that she was hugging her naked sister again like she had done in the shower. It was Evie that was touching her between her legs now, not her own hand. But when she imagined a hand other than her own squeezing her breast, her imagination turned to a much smaller hand. In her mind, her little niece Tammy was playing with her nipple. Diane’s lips parted, her tongue sprang out, and her mind played a picture of Tammy’s little tongue licking her own. Diane’s fingers were plunging into her vagina now. In and out. She moaned as she reached her climax.

“Diane?” her sister’s voice called from the other side of her bedroom door. “Are you alright?”

Diane caught her breath. “Yeah.” She huffed and puffed, trying to catch her breath. “I’m fine.”

The door opened a crack and Evie peered in. Diane quickly covered herself with a sheet. “I said, I’m fine.”

“Uh, sorry if I…interrupted. I was wondering what you wanted to do about supper tonight?”

“I don’t care. Interrupt what?”

Evie entered the room and pulled the door closed behind her. She leaned back against the door. “It’s pretty obvious what you were doing. It’s okay. I understand. I do it too.”

“But you’re married, or you were. Didn’t Joe give it to you all the time?”

“Actually, no. I didn’t want it from him very often. He was a lousy lay. Kissed my tits a little bit then thought he could just plunge in.” Evelyn sat down on the edge of the bed, put her hand on her sister’s sheet covered knee. “I just want to say that I can never repay you for being here for me. It means a lot to me, that you can take me and the girls in. I love you. I know I haven’t said it in a while, but I do. I love you and if there’s anything I can do to help you out in any way…let me know.

Diane was thinking, yes, yes, you can stick your head under the sheet and eat me out while you get that wonderful little Tammy to kiss me and pull on my nipples. But she just sighed instead. She could never ask her sister for such thing. Then she thought about how sincere her sister was being with her. She could at least say, “I love you too, Evie, and your wonderful little girls.” She sat up and let the sheet fall away from her breasts. She reached out her arms. “Come here, Little Sister.” Evie fell into her sister’s hug.

After a full minute, Evie said, “I feel so safe in your arms. I know it sounds silly, but I wish I could stay here. In this hug. Forever. But I have the girls to take care of.”

Diane smiled. “I’d love it if they joined us in this great big wonderful hug.”

Evie sat back. “I need to talk to you about something.” Her face grew serious. “I think that Joe did something to the girls.”

“You said he was molesting them.”

“No. I mean on a more…permanent level. In bed last night… I caught Tammy playing with Nicky…you know between the legs.” Diane’s pussy began to tingle again at hearing her sister’s words. And so soon after having an orgasm. Tammy playing with her sister’s little pussy. To think of it. She’d pay to see that. “And then,” Evie continued, “Tammy rubbed herself off on my leg.”

“You mean…”

“Yes. I mean she had an orgasm. And then this morning while you were out with Tammy, Nicky was playing with herself, on the living room floor, on her belly with her hand between her legs. What am I going to do? If anyone finds out, they’ll say that I’m an unfit mother. They’ll take my kids away.”

Diane took her sister in her arms again. “It’s alright. Everything will be alright. I think it’s fairly normal for kids their age to experiment with sex play. Do you remember what we did at their age?”

Evie did remember. When she was only six, and her big sister was ten, she had walked around naked as much as she could. Then in front of her sister, she would grab her pussy with one hand and say, “Look, I got a vagina.” Their mother had taught them the proper words for things. Then Diane would pull her own pants down and say, “So what? I got a vagina, too,” and spread it open for her sister’s inspection.

Diane got out of bed and pulled on a purple terry cloth robe. “Let’s go talk to the girls and put your fears to rest.” Evie followed her sister out to the living room where the girls were playing with blocks and watching cartoons. Actually, only Tammy was playing with blocks. Nicky was on her belly with her hand between her legs, playing with her little pussy.

“Nicky…” Evie began.

Diane held up a hand. “Let her go.” She went around the room closing the curtains, then went to lock the doors. She turned on a lamp by the sofa and sat beside her sister. They both watched as Nicky’s little butt moved up and down, her little thighs clamping on her hand on the down stroke. A little moan escaped her lips. Nicky shook herself and appeared to awaken. She looked up at her mother and aunt sitting on the sofa.

Diane said, “Tammy, come here a minute.” Tammy got up and walked over to Diane, stopping with her back against the sofa, her eyes on the TV now. Diane reached for the remote and turned off the TV. “Your Mommy and I need to talk to you two.” She locked eyes with Evie and then unspoken, decided Diane should continue. “We know what you two are doing. Playing with your…”

“Pussy,” Nicky said. She got up and went to stand in front of her mother. She looked at Evie as if to ask if she got it right. Evie smiled slightly.

“Yes,” Diane said. “We know that the two of you have been playing with your pussies. And with each others’ pussies. We want you to know that you can never tell anyone about your pussy playing. No one outside of this house. And you can’t play with your pussies outside of this house. Not out in the yard, not in school, not in the playground. Do you both understand.” Both girls nodded.

Evie spoke up. “And if you forget and you say something to someone outside of this family, the police will come and take your mommy away. You don’t want that to happen, do you?” Diane gave Evie a hard look, but Evie continued. “And I want you to both understand that you don’t touch each other between the legs, or hug or kiss each other when the other one doesn’t want you to. Do you understand that?” Both little girls looked at her blankly. You say, ‘No, stop.’ when you don’t want someone to touch you.”

“We’ll demonstrate,” Diane said. She gave her sister a knowing look, then she reached out and placed her hand between Evie’s legs, covering the crotch of her shorts.

Evie swallowed hard. “No. Stop.” And Diane pulled her hand away.

“Your turn,” Diane told her. Evie leaned in and kissed her sister on the lips. Diane pulled away and said, “No. Stop.” and Evie backed away. “Nicky. Tammy. Do you understand?”

Both little girls smiled at their aunt. “Okay. Then show us that you understand,” Evie told them. “Tammy,” Evie swallowed hard again. “Touch Nicky between the legs.” Tammy’s hand went right to her sister’s crotch as they stood and faced each other. “Nicky, tell her…tell her no, stop.”

Nicky smiled shyly. “No. Stop.” Tammy’s hand fell away.

“Okay, Nicky…”

Diane interrupted. “Nicky, kiss your sister.” A big grin preceded the kiss. Nicky pulled her big sister into a hug and kissed her right on the lips. They pulled back briefly to kiss again. Tammy’s little tongue darted out of her mouth and licked around her sister’s mouth. Their hands moved up and down each other’s backs.

“Tammy? Tammy, tell your sister no, stop,” Evie commanded.

Tammy pulled her head back and turned to her mother. “What if I don’t want her to stop?” Nicky continued to kiss her sister on the cheek and neck, her arms still around her sister. Evie’s mouth dropped open.

Diane laughed. “I guess you better let them go.”

The two little girls stood by the sofa between Evie and Diane who sat on the sofa. They continued hugging and kissing, licking and biting ears and necks and lips. Tammy pushed her thigh between her sister’s legs and Nicky began riding it. They clutched at each other riding each other to orgasm.

Evie found her hand on her crotch, without thinking about what she was doing, and began rubbing herself. Diane’s hand went under her robe and touched her hairy naked pussy. Both began breathing harder as they fingered themselves watching the erotic scene before them.

Evie stopped what she was doing, pulled Nicky to her, and stripped her shirt off over her head, then pulled her shorts and underwear down to her ankles. “Let’s get you out of these hot clothes,” she murmured. Diane followed suit, grabbing Tammy, pulling her shirt and shorts off.

Diane pulled Tammy up on to her lap, so that she straddled her lap facing her. Diane’s robe was now open in the front, her large breasts exposed to Tammy’s eyes and hands. Tammy’s hands went to her aunt’s nipples, fingered them, pulled on them. Diane’s hand behind her head pushed Tammy’s face towards her left breast. Tammy’s mouth found the nipple and began kissing it and then sucking on it. Diane’s other hand was down underneath Tammy’s behind, a finger trying to find her little pussy.

Evie had Nicky on her lap facing away from her. Her hands came around her daughter, her right going right to Nicky’s bald little slit, moving up and down along it. Her left hand massaged Nicky’s little nipples.

In no time both little girls had orgasms that left them shaken and limp. Evie placed Nicky on the sofa next to her and pulled all her clothes off in ten seconds. She pulled Nicky back onto her lap, laying her in her arms so that her head was at Evie’s right breast. Diane pulled off her robe and positioned Tammy in the crook of her left arm, her little face against Diane’s Left breast. The girls got the idea fairly quickly and began sucking the nipples of the women.

Then Evie leaned in towards Diane, the girls legs entangling in the process, and gave her sister a big wet kiss. “Oh, what are we going to do now?” she asked.

“I don’t know about tomorrow,” her sister replied, “but tonight you three are going to sleep with me.”

To be continued.