The two girls lay across Suzanne's bed.
Suzy looked at the softly sensual body of her older sister, amazed that Sylvia showed no ill effects from last night. The little blonde couldn't tell what she had really expected her sister to look like this morning. She wouldn't have been surprised to see Syl come in to breakfast this morning acting as though she was so sore she couldn't walk. She certainly expected some expression of pain, of hurt, of suffering, on her face.
Instead, the slender girl swept into the kitchen fresh and sparkling. Her eyes had never been brighter, her body had never looked softer. She had worn a soft peach-colored blouse and rust-colored skirt which made her look even more pure and angelic. She had chattered pleasantly as they ate their quick breakfast before Suzy had to rush out for school.
The blonde had been waiting for Syl when the older girl came home from work this afternoon. Their father would be out late tonight. This was the night he usually played poker with a few of his old friends from the days when he was as financially secure as any of the men in town.
The girls fixed a dinner together, then came back to Suzy's bedroom at her insistence. Syl watched her now, waiting for the questions she knew were about to be asked.
"You didn't fight him," Suzy muttered. "You let him do it. Why, Syl? Was it because of me? Was it to be sure that he would leave me alone."
"Partly," her sister answered, patting the blonde's thigh affectionately. "Just partly, though."
"And the other reasons?" Suzy asked, watching the confused expression on Syl's face.
"I'm not really sure," the older girl answered. "Maybe because I thought it might help him. Maybe because I felt it might help me."
"How could it help you?" the little blonde asked in surprise. She could see some justification for it helping her dad. The other reason, though, was a complete puzzle to her.
"Maybe I needed same cock," Sylvia answered flatly. "A woman has to get screwed occasionally, too. Didn't you know that?" She caressed along her sister's thighs slowly, her eyes laughing suddenly at the shocked expression in the big blue eyes of the little blonde.
"But with Dad?"
"Why not?" she answered. "His cock is as good as any in town. I remember once he fucked me when he wasn't drunk. Ohhhh, damn, but he was good! You can't imagine how good he was!"
Suzy couldn't believe it! It was bad enough that her dad had raped Syl while he was drunk. It was far worse to discover that, he had done it before and had done it when he was sober. No! It couldn't be called rape, not when Syl had been so willing. It would have been rape if she had submitted willingly to protect her sister.
The blonde shook her head in confusion. She couldn't figure it out, not at all. She remembered seeing the delight on Syl's face, hearing the soft encouragement that came from the brown-haired girl as she took the cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Suzy shivered at the memory of it, her body beginning to tremble in horror again.
Sylvia saw the confusion and fright on her sister's face. She pulled the curvy blonde against her and held her tightly. The ripe, young tits mashed against her. Sylvia sensed that part of Suzy's problem was her own struggle with the emerging womanhood inside her teen-age body. She held the girl tightly and caressed slowly along the blonde's soft, curvy thighs.
"No need to let it upset you so," she soothed. "Sex is a normal part of life, baby. We all have to have it. To be honest with you, I was waiting for something like last night to happen. I sure the hell would rather have Dad messing around with my pussy than something he picked up down at the tavern. Since fucking me may have been part of the reason he got himself in this mess, maybe my pussy can be part of his straightening himself out."
Suzy looked up. Her tits still tingled from the touch of Syl's body against them. Her legs were glowing from the gentle touch of Sylvia's hand along the thigh. She began to comprehend her sister's last statement, fighting back the resentment that came with the understanding.
"You fucked Dad while Mom was still living?" she asked.
Syl's eyes pleaded with her for understanding as she took Suzy's hands and held them tightly. She nodded.
"It was while she was so sick," Sylvia admitted.
"It was during those long months when Mom was in the hospital. I thought I was helping them, thought I was giving Dad the support he needed, since Mom wasn't able to take care of his needs. He blamed himself, though. He thought that Mom's death was punishment for sleeping with me at night. After she died, he wouldn't touch me. He wouldn't even hug me until last night. I hope you can understand, Suzy. I hope you can comprehend what I'm talking about."
The blonde stared at her. Her dad was unfaithful to her mom while she lay dying in the hospital. He was unfaithful, and her sister had been the other woman. It stunned the teen-ager. She felt anger surge inside her. She wanted to strike out at Syl. She wanted to run from the house in disgust.
Sylvia gathered her into her arms as the stacked girl began to sob. Suzy shuddered against her as she tried to wade through the conflicting emotions and anger and sympathy. She could remember an evening as they stood by their mother's bed, an evening long before she had finally died. Suzy realized that even then Syl had known the hopelessness of Mom's condition.
"Take care of your dad," the frail voice had said to Sylvia, who was only a teen-ager at the time. "He needs a woman's care, a woman's love and affection. I may never be able to take care of him again."
Suzy thought back to that night. She hugged her sister tighter. She would have done the same thing. How could she hold it against Sylvia?
The blonde suddenly wanted to comfort her sister. She hugged back, thrusting her tits against Sylvia's firm breasts. She began caressing the older girl's shoulders. She rocked her body slowly, cuddling the delicate body against her.
"God, it's a relief to be able to tell about it!" Sylvia exclaimed. "I've been carrying that burden around for years. Until you, I have no one I felt I could trust, no one who could possibly understand."
"I only understand partly," the blond answered. "Maybe if I knew more about sex, then I could understand more."
"You don't understand about sex?" Syl asked, looking at her sister. "You mean you haven't been shown? I'd think the way that body has blossomed out, you'd have been shown about everything there is to know by the boys at school."
"If you're asking if I am still a virgin, the answer is yes," Suzy answered. "It's not that the boys haven't tied. They try all the time. I almost have several times. I tighten up, though, just at the last minute. I get all tight and panicky."
"God!" Syl gasped. "A virgin! I can't believe it. The same hot blood that runs in Dad and me, that ran in Mom, too, that hot blood and still a virgin! Damn!" She whistled softly, her eyes wide in amazement as she looked at her little sister.
"Well, I'm not proud of it!" Suzy cried angrily. She suddenly felt relief at saying it. She grabbed Syl and hugged her tightly, her arms wrapped about the lovely body. "Oh, Syl!" she gasped. "Is there something wrong with me? I'm the only girl in my class that hasn't. Even the ugly ones have fucked. Everybody has, but me. I want to. Really, I want to try it. I just chicken out at the last minute. I just turn cold before it happens."
"I think I can help out," Sylvia assured her. "All you need is to get used to the idea. We'll make the hottest little cunt out of you in short order, if you're willing. We just have to sort of introduce you to the way your body operates, what makes it respond."
"Really?" Suzy asked, watching the soft glow which had come into Sylvia's eyes. It was the same glow she had seen last night as her dad had lifted the girl in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Suzy watched her sister reach out and begin to cup her luscious young tits. Suzy felt the tingle begin in them as Syl cupped and caressed, fingering sensuously about the nipples, then lifting her sweater and caressing them.
"Well, don't just sit there," Sylvia smiled. "I've got a pair of tits, too. Get busy, girl. Get my tits worked up if you expect to have as much fun as I plan to have."
Suzanne had never played with another girl before. She knew that the other girls in school did it. She had seen some of them caressing at girl parties. She knew that several of them cunt-fucked regularly.
She reached out and caught one of the saucy tits in her hand. She rolled the tit about, amazed at how different it felt to be touching another girl's tit. It was so different, so much more exciting than merely rubbing her own.
Sylvia pulled her sweater over her head, then removed her own blouse and reached back to unsnap her bra. She smiled at her sister, indicating for Suzy to follow her lead.
The girls quickly undressed. They stood for a moment looking appreciatively at each other. Suzy was sure, more sure than ever, that Sylvia was the most beautiful woman alive. They went to the bed.
They drew the covers back. Slowly, Syl drew the blonde down onto the bed and leaned over to kiss the ripe, full tits. She lay the girl on her back. She kissed her tits, coming over her so that her own lovely breasts were immediately in front of Suzy's face.
The blonde reached out and cupped the tits, sucking the sweet nipples and tonguing over them with growing fervor. She could feel the soft glow in her own breasts as they swelled beneath the kisses and suction of her sister, nipples hardening into tingling, fiery buttons.
"Ummmm," Sylvia murmured softly, her hand slipping down to caress the blonde's pussy. "Oooooh, what a delicious little body. What tasty breasts! What a soft, tender little cunt! Mmmm! I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this."
The older sister had her own idea as to whom the most beautiful woman might be. Little sister was fantastic. She'd never felt such full, firm tits. She looked at the tiny waist and the way the body flowed out into such inviting hips and thighs.
Damn, but the little doll would give a corpse a stiff pecker. Suzy was beyond belief. She'd never make it as a model, not with all those voluptuous curves. This little girl was made for one purpose – fucking.
"Ooooh," she moaned in delight as she felt her sister sucking more deeply on her tits. She ran her finger about Suzy's cunt, then slipped in through the luscious lips and over the clit. She rotated her finger lightly, but sensuously, over the passion button until she could feel the pulsing of the girl's cunt and thighs. Slowly she kissed down from the tits and along Suzy's abdomen, tonguing the navel. She crawled along the blonde's body until their tits were pressed together and their faces were at each other's cunts. She kissed along the soft thighs, reaching behind Suzy to caress the firm, sexy little ass.
"Mmmm," Syl sighed as she felt her sister moving her soft lips closer and closer to her waiting, panting cunt. "That's my girl. That's my lovely, lovely little girl. Love your sister, baby. Kiss my pussy as passionately as I'm going to kiss yours. Feel me suck your love from you. Feel the way my tongue will eat at all the sweetness of your luscious cunt. You do the same to me. We'll love until that gorgeous body of yours is wild with desire. Then you'll know that you're ready to find a man to fuck you."
Suzy was aware of the warmth inside her pussy. She could feel the rippling passion. She felt the shuddering throbs shaking her sister's thighs and ass as she caressed the lovely hips and began sucking and licking at the moist lips of Syl's cunt. The older girl tightened her thighs about the blonde head, holding the girl imprisoned as she sucked wildly, frantically at the steaming pussy. Suzy felt the flowing juice on her tongue. She could taste the lubricant as she sucked. She felt Syl alternate blowing and sucking at her pussy. The teen-ager tried to copy the actions and reactions of the older girl.
She felt her sister begin to tremble in a passionate frenzy. The thighs were pulsing against her face. Syl's hands were roving and grasping her ass. The slender body was rolling back and forth as the brown-haired girl moaned in delirious joy. The pussy shuddered in ecstasy from Suzy's sucking and licking.
"Oooooh!" Syl gasped, then plunged her mouth back onto the blonde's pussy, sucking harder than ever.
The older sister began to shake wildly, throbbing with the surge of her passion, rising in desire and demand toward a roaring climax to their cunt-suck.
Suzy suddenly felt the panic grip her. One moment she was responding along with her sister. The next she was suddenly cold and frightened. She fought back against the sudden terror. This was Sylvia. This was her own precious Syl. She fought back the tenor which gripped her, fought down the impulse to fight free of the embrace and leap from the bed.
Sylvia misread what was happening to her sister. She felt the girl tighten, but she assumed it was from the shuddering paralysis of orgasm. The thought of that luscious young body being racked with such passion heightened the older girl's ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down. She writhed over the soft sweetness of Suzy, lost in the delirious moment of her erupting, exploding climax.
Suzy lay beneath her, shaken with the force of the sexual desire of Syl. She lay still, hardly daring to move except as she was being rolled bind twisted about from they throes of the older girl. She felt a soft glow of satisfaction that her body could provide such apparent pleasure to Syl. Other than that, though, she felt nothing except that damned coldness.
Suzy lay passive and yielding as Syl's body was racked by the orgasm. She lay quiet until the force was spent and Sylvia rolled off her, gasping and panting, her hands softly feeling over her body.
"Ooooh!" Syl gasped. "That was a hell of a fuck, little sister. You're one hell of a lay."
Suzy felt better as she heard the compliment.
Syl did not know what had happened. Suzanne wanted to keep it from her sister. She'd talk about it tomorrow or next week. There was no need to destroy the pleasure that Sylvia had experienced, no need at all.
"Think you're ready for a boy, now?" Syl asked. "Think you can do it now with a boy?"
Her eyes sparkled at the younger girl. Her hands fondled the girl's tits lovingly, cupping and caressing the firm mounds of flesh.
Suzy nodded, then swallowed. She closed her eyes, hoping that she wouldn't have to talk about it tonight. She needed more time to think. She needed time to get used to the idea. She needed time. She needed a hell of a lot of time.
She was convinced that something was wrong with her. Something was terribly wrong with her. She felt frustrated and angry with herself. Damn it, she wanted to come. She wanted to be shaken by an orgasm. She wanted to soar off into space in the delicious thrill of a climax.
Later that night, after Sylvia had slipped from the bed and gathered her clothes, long after the lovely young woman had crossed the hall to her own room, Suzy fingered her pussy. She slowly began to massage her clit. She felt the force of sensual desire rise inside her. She reached deeper into her pussy and fucked herself harder and faster. She felt the surging force of her desire rise higher and higher.
"Oooooh!" she gasped as she felt the juices flowing through her cunt. "Mmmmmm!"
She fucked herself until she felt the spasms nabbing her pussy, until she felt the surge of her climax come roaring through her. She lay back, rolling from one side to the other as her pussy exploded in orgasm.
"Damn! Damn!" she sobbed in frustration.
Why couldn't she have done this with Syl? Something was wrong. She had to break past that moment of terror when she would go cold and frightened. Whether with a boy or a girl, she had to break that final barrier.
"Damn! Damn it! I'll do it if it kills me! I'll have an orgasm if I have to try every man in town, every man and half the women!"