Me And My Sister 2

by hornykate

Let me stop right here. I have Maggie, my beautiful nine year old niece on my knee. I have my sister Julie using my hand as a sex toy between my nieces legs. So just let me draw breath.

Maggie is a little brown haired goddess, naturally curly hair down to her shoulders, and is now dressed like a little nymph. Julie is a slim brunette, in decent shape (pilates, good diet) and was at this moment staring me straight in the eyes as we caressed her daughter.

When Maggie first came into the room I was confused to say the least but let me give you a little history.

Me and Julie, as I've said, indulged in a fair bit of mutual 'lovin' as kids. I have one striking memory of her lying on top of me on the family sofa, I'd be about seven, making Ju about nine. And she was kissing me. Really kissing me. We'd done this before but, whoah there, tongues? Yes, a real kiss. Mother was in her armchair, gently chiding us but making no attempt to stop us. She was actually watching us. I have no idea what she was thinking but as I say, she didn't try to stop us. She didn't join in or anything. I know, that'd be a great story but, no. Didn't happen.

Anyway, this fooling around continued for a good many years. We never had 'sex' but, well, heavy petting is what I believe it was. So this sudden desire for her own daughter wasn't such a surprise for me. Memories of incest? Memories of the young caress? And also THAT picture of a preteen girl looking exactly like Maggie. And now here was Maggie looking exactly like that preteen girl. Life DOES imitate art.

Julie was still gazing into my eyes as she rubbed my hand between her daughter's legs. She looked shaky, a flush of arousal on her neck spreading down to her tits. Maggie was moaning softly, clearly enjoying this. I was glad, relieved. They must've had one hell of a chat.

My fingers entwined with Julie's and I managed to bring my hand on top so it was HER hand stroking Maggie's slit, under my direction. My sister looked a little bleary eyed, a bit distant. Through more machinations, I managed to get Julie's fingers to slide beneath the waistband of Maggie's knickers.

"How far do we take this?" I asked, not sure of the boundaries.

"As far as Maggie wants." said Julie. Ten out of ten for the right answer. "Are you OK sweetheart?" she asked Maggie.

"Yes Mummy," she said, "I feel all funny, but good funny."

Julie's hand was now fully inside her daughter's knickers, mine on the outside but still directing the action. I guided her finger (I selected the index finger) to her little cunt, gently pressing it into her childish lips.

"Does that feel nice baby?" I asked, "is it OK Mummy doin that?"

"Yes," she whispered, literally whispered and the tone of her voice was the greatest turn on, for she sounded physically turned on.

I felt an electric shock run through me, my heart fluttered wildly when I felt Julie's finger enter her daughter's cunt. This was going further than I expected. I looked to Julie.

"Are YOU OK?" I asked.

"Touch me." was all she said. So as she was kneeling in front of us, Maggie still sat on my knee, I had to lean slightly to slide my hand up her skirt, between her legs, into her knickers and into her cunt. Two fingers, sliding in and out, she felt hot, she was certainly wet, my fingers were soaked. And then the devil that lives within me became a little more devilish. I removed my hand, to a groan from Julie, and offered my fingers to Maggie.

"Lick my fingers baby," and as she took both fingers into her little mouth I continued, "thats what your mummy tastes like. Thats the taste of Mummy's cunt." Julie audibly gasped at my use of the word, the C word. I hadn't finished yet. The inner devil was asserting itself. "Can you say 'cunt' baby?"

"Cunt." she said.

"Say it again." I said.

"Cunt" she repeated.

"Do you like the taste of Mummy's cunt?" I asked, getting a little delirious.

"Yes."

"Tell me baby, tell me you like the taste of Mummy's cunt."

"I like the taste of Mummy's cunt. Do it again aunty Kate". So we went through the same procedure.

"Would you like to taste my cunt baby?" I asked.

"Oh yes aunty Kate. Do you taste like Mummy?"

Julie took her finger from her daughter's slit.

"Here baby, taste your own cunt." she said. And Maggie took the proffered finger into her mouth. Julie replaced her finger in Maggie's cunt, took it out and put it into her own mouth.

"Mummy can taste your cunt now baby."

I opened Maggie's legs a little more.

"Mummy wants to lick your cunt baby. Would you like that?"

"Yes," she was almost panting, "lick my cunt Mummy."

So Julie, my sister, gently placed her head between my niece's thighs, her daughter's thighs, and licked her little girls cunt, and I could see her tongue running along her immature but visible clit. A little girl's clit is such a beautiful thing, and Julie treated it with an almost religious reverence. And when my nine year old niece came, she came like a woman, loud and hot with sweat.