Me And My Sister 3

by hornykate

Maggie came down from her orgasm, her heartbeat steadying. I put my arms around her and hugged her, running one hand through her unruly hair. Julie came to sit beside us, on my right which put her behind her daughter. She leant forward and began kissing Maggie's neck, moving the fabric of her top slightly so she could kiss her shoulders. She not only kissed. I saw her tongue leaving saliva trails over the girls skin, which turned me on more than the kissing. I asked Maggie if she was ok.

"Yes aunty Kate," she said softly, "that was the best ever. Was that an orgasm?" I looked at Julie who shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "I didn't teach her that word."

"How do you know about orgasms sweetheart? Do your friends talk about them at school?"

"Yes aunty Kate. Well, one girl does. She's done things with boys so she knows all about it. Can I have another orgasm? Can I Mummy?"

This lesson was going well, I thought. But both Julie and I decided to enjoy this moment of calm. We impressed upon Maggie the need to keep certain things secret, not even to tell her knowledgable little friend. I admit it flashed through my mind to arrange for Maggie to invite her friend for tea sometime but that was for another day. Maybe. Right now we had this moment to enjoy.

Julie had stopped kissing/licking Maggie's shoulders and was now easing her shirt over her head, revealing the most beautiful little breasts. Hardly developed, they were little more than bumps. Had she been a few years younger one would have assumed it was baby fat, but no. They were adorable, kissable, lickable breasts. With her shirt gone, Maggie seemed to relish this naughty situation, and puffed her little chest out, proud as a pigeon.

Almost as one my sister and I gently placed a hand upon each breast, slowly caressing, feeling the perfect soft skin beneath our fingertips, the almost imperceptable rise of flesh and the underdeveloped nipples that seemed to become just a touch more firm as we ran our fingers over their surface.

Julie was looking directly into my eyes. She still seemed in a trance, and in this trance-like state she moved to kiss me.

Our mouths opened immediately, tongues exploring, saliva mixing with saliva. We then felt Maggie's face nudging between ours, wanting to join in, and we let her.

She kissed me first. A peck on the lips to begin, then slightly longer, then our lips were together, still not open but slowly, slowly, my mouth did open and hers followed suit, no tongues yet, just the kiss, and I think I was in the same trance-like state Julie was in. Maybe Maggie was too. It was like we were in a vacuum, where nothing beyond the three of us existed.

Inevitably my tongue sought Maggie's, and I felt her little tongue respond. I was in a whole new world, a world of white and wonder, of light glancing through prisms and reflecting off distant stars, the distance making me giddy and breathless.

I then moved to kiss Julie and the same world came into being.

We put on a show for Maggie, blatantly sliding our tongues together as if to say 'this is how its done', then Julie kissed her daughter and it was as though Maggie had received a lifetime of education in that one display, for their tongues met and danced and swirled as though this was all Maggie had ever known. Julie pulled away just an inch.

"Would you like that orgasm now baby? I think Aunty Kate would like to lick your cunt."

"Oh please Aunty Kate," whispered Maggie, "please lick my cunt."

"Say it again sweetheart," I urged her, "whisper it into my ear." And she put her mouth against my ear and whispered "Please Aunty Kate, I want you to lick my cunt. I want an orgasm."

Had I been profoundly straight with not a perverse bone in my body, I still could not have resisted this temptation. This child would have made a pedophile of the most straight-laced maiden aunt. And I was far from that.

I suggested she change laps, and she shifted to sit on her mother's, and I knelt on the floor before my sister's open legs and gently opened Maggie's.

I had no sensibility for foreplay. I just placed my mouth over the most beautiful little cunt I could imagine. To feel her naked lips with my tongue, her flawless hairless cunt, slightly open, as I eased my tongue inside her. Julie was whispering things in Maggie's ear, things I didn't hear fully but I heard enough.

'Aunty Kate...' '...fuckin you...' '...like being fucked?...' '...tongue in your cunt...'

'...Mummy's cunt...' and words and phrases that made me more wet than i've ever been.

I then began licking Julie's cunt, taking turns between the mother and child. At some point Julie had removed her knickers so I was comparing these two naked cunts before me, the mother's obviously the larger but still delicate and perfectly formed, and the child's so tiny in comparison, no sweet pungency in the taste as yet but as beautiful as her mother's. And when they came together, so did I, without laying a finger upon myself. Cont?