'Mmmmmm.' Lisa giggled, and her tongue oozed up Jots twitchy tube. She went deep-it was surprising that her tongue could be so long, but Jo had the proof a mile up her snatch-and as her tongue slid across the lust- maddened flesh, it began to erupt in ripples of convulsions of orgasms. Jo screamed around Lisa's pussy and she pulled her knees back, entrapping that beautiful blonde face where it belonged, between her legs, glued to her climactic cunt.
And then, like magic, Lisa groaned and began to come as well. How often did that happen? Jo wondered. Two women in a spontaneous love act, both of them coming at almost the same instant? She hummed into Lisa's cunt and the juices oozed forth, drenching her face, drowning her in lust. She lapped into them and her tongue scooped up the liquid love and it was beautiful, it was dynamite, it proved that even a loser could win-at least once. Sobbing with joy and the sense of what she was about to lose forever, Jo ate Lisa's orgasm, fed Lisa her own come. Legs clutched heads, hands clutched asses, tongues dove in and out of churning, excited pussies, and two bodies finally collapsed together in the grass, passion spent for the moment.
A little later they gathered up their clothing and walked nude to the cottage. Inside, still nude, Jo put her arms around her blonde sister-in-law, pulled her to her, and said, 'Come here, I want to kiss you again. '
'Where do you want to kiss me?' Lisa asked coyly, puckering her lips. At the same time her hand slid down her belly and she parted the hairless lips of her snatch. Jo stood panting, watching, unsure how to answer the question.
Lisa lay flat on the floor now and sighing, Jo sank to her knees and planted her mouth on Lisa's belly, just below the navel. It eased downward, onto the puff of pussy and her tongue scraped the parted, inviting labia. Lisa's clit was still erect, a pulsating little nubbin against Jo's tongue. Jo licked it once, found she couldn't take her tongue away. Lisa took hold of Jo's head, began to wiggle against Jo's face, just as she'd wiggled in her dance last night. Only this time, Jo thought, she's doing it for me and for me only. She sucked the clitoris, felt its eager throb between her lips, and her eyes went misty with tears. I can lose her and live, she thought, but it will hurt.
Lisa settled down again. Her hand slid lazily across the floor, finding a paintbrush. Lisa turned her head and poked at it. A long-handled brush with a wide flat set of bristles. She stroked them against her arm. Stiff, but not harsh. She looked at Jo's naked legs, spilling across the carpet. Smooth, brown legs, slender and shapely. Pleasant to touch, even more pleasant to feel, wrapped around her face. Lisa began to slide the bristles of the paintbrush up and down Jo's legs, paying close attention to the backs of the thighs. The way Jo wiggled around and kind of purred into Lisa's twat signaled to Lisa that it was indeed an idea, and a very good one. She tickled a little harder, scraping flesh, and the brush moved into Jo's crotch.
'Oh, God!' That was Jo, first being touched on the pussy by the paintbrush. Lisa worked it vigorously at the fleshy little lips, not trying to get inside; not yet, at least. Jo rolled over, face flushed with excitement. 'What are you doing?' she asked. Lisa held up the brush. Jo giggled. 'I never thought of using it for that!' she said.
'Show you a better one,' Lisa replied. 'C'mon, open 'em. Let me into that little honeypot of yours. Mmmmmm! I can still smell the come all over your cunt. Makes my tummy growl. I think I'm hungry.'
Lisa lay down on the floor between Jo's widespread legs, the brush in her hand. 'Open up, you tight little bugger,' she told the pussy, and Jo reached down to lend her assistance. The gates parted, and Lisa moved in, holding the paintbrush, bristly end out.
'Ohmigod!' Jo squealed as the bristles touched her clit. She jumped and her face went red and her nipples popped out in excitement. Lisa rubbed again, and Jo's head began to swim. 'Don't do that,' she said. 'You're driving me crazy.' But she said it like an invitation, and Lisa kept on stroking. Jo lay back, twitching, holding her snatch wide, and the constant flutter of camel's hair across her love button was incredible, stimulating, total fucking dynamite!
She sat up, panting, grabbing the brush from Lisa, threw the older woman back onto the carpeting and zeroed in on Lisa's crotch. 'Oooooohhhhh!' Lisa shrieked as Jo repaid her in very good kind, scratching rings around the blonde's big, luscious clit.
A delightful shade of pink suffused Lisa's privates, and Jo couldn't stand it. She threw the brush over her shoulder and went in with mouth open. Her tongue ravished Lisa, lapping and prodding until the girl was gushing in orgasm, and then she lay back, propped on her elbows, legs spread, ready, ready, ready! And so was Lisa, who mouthed in on Jo's snatch as if it were a steak, smothered in gravy and fragrant onions. It couldn't last long, Jo thought, guiding a head that needed no guidance, but it could be beautiful while it lasted.
They both went up, high, high, and higher. Soaring, gliding, exploding, then it was over and their bodies eased back downward to earth, to the carpet of the living room where Jo was living with her brother and her newly found love, his wife.
They moved together, holding each other, knowing that perhaps this moment, this period in time, was past and maybe it could never be again, but it had happened and it was so beautiful, so wonderful, that each girl was hesitant to let go of it.
'Beautiful, wasn't it?' Lisa whispered.
Jo nodded, and she began to cry. Her salty tears spilled onto Lisa's big warm boobs. One teardrop glistened at the tip of Lisa's nearest nipple. It shone like silver in the sunlight streaming in the window.
'Oh God! Lisa, what am I going to do?' Jo sobbed, once more the younger sister-in-law and not the older- acting aggressor she had been.
'You're going to get by, sweetie,' Lisa said, patting Jo on her bare shoulder.
Chapter 4
For the next few days Jo stayed as much to herself as she could. It was hard for her to look into her brother's face, afraid he would see her thoughts. Even with Lisa, Jo acted cool and detached. She attended her classes, slept later than usual, so she wouldn't have to face them, and at nights she spent hours walking up and down the beach.
After Lisa and Jim had gone to bed Jo tried not to listen to their lovemaking. Every time a sound of a squeal drifted into her own bedroom she felt twangs of jealousy.
Was she totally a lesbian? She didn't know and now she was afraid to find out. She enjoyed watching through a window or a keyhole seeing her brother pound his gigantic cock into his wife, but she didn't know now whether or not she would enjoy having the same cock pounded into her own tight hole.
A few nights later she was feeling restless; more so than usual. Her loins boiled and she needed relief, in the worst way.
She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this had to be it! Quickly, Jo uncorked a bottle of wine and poured herself half a water glass full. She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid, as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on her bed.
Thinking of Lisa's lush body, Jo felt tinglings warming up her cooze, spreading through her body. She forced her mind then to think of her brother, Jim, and his massive' cock. If Lisa's tongue had given her so much bliss, then shouldn't Jim's cock, so very much larger, give her that much more? But he might be rough with her; could she stand that? she wondered. Could she stand having him treat her like a whore?
She sobbed in frustration.
Then, abruptly, her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Why couldn't she let her own brother use her body, if he wanted to!
She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the mirrored central panel of her dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she'd been told how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. Now, she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before.
Her face was beautiful, she decided at length, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny reddish-brown hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She studied herself then, sipping a little more of the wine. She decided that she had nothing to be ashamed of… on the contrary… and, as for her body…
Her mind jumped back to the scene on the beach she had witnessed a few nights ago, with the shape of Lisa's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the sand-it was etched indelibly in her memory.
