"I just hope you can understand, Peggy," Arlene said as she sipped her coffee.
She was sitting across from Peggy in the small cafe, the remains of their light lunch on the table. Peggy wasn't really surprised at what her sister had to say, but she had not expected it. Arlene was not one to confess, especially anything concerning her marriage. There were two years difference between Peggy and Arlene, with Arlene the youngest. They had never been really close, as many sisters were. Once or twice, as teenagers, they had come close to discussing their feelings, but two years was a huge difference during the teenage years. Peggy, being thirty-two now, had been the most surprised of all when Arlene married at eighteen. She had not thought her sister would marry that young.
"I miss my husband," Arlene said, putting her coffee cup down. "He's gone so much. I thought, you being single all these years, you would understand more than anyone else."
"Understand what, Arlene?" Peggy asked. Arlene became nervous, fidgeting in her chair, looking down, then around the small place, but never directly at Peggy. "It's kind of hard to talk about. I thought you'd be the best one, more understanding."
"Just say it," Peggy urged. "I've never seen you so nervous, or blushing so much."
"Well, it is a little embarrassing," Arlene said in a soft, almost shy voice. "The fact is… well, Peggy, I'm not getting enough!"
"Enough what?" Peggy asked.
"Oh, Peggy, you know!"
"I do?" Peggy asked, puzzled. "Arlene, stop talking in circles and tell me what it is. Maybe I can help. But I won't know until you tell me what the problem is. Is it some female problem, Arlene?"
"You could say that," her sister replied.
"Have you discussed it with your husband?"
"I can't," Arlene answered. "He's gone most of the time, you know that."
"Come on, talk about it," Peggy said. "Maybe it's something I can help you with."
"I doubt that," Arlene said. "You're not a… man."
"You're saying a man might be able to help you?"
Arlene's eyes became moist, and a tear rolled down one smooth cheek. Peggy watched her clench her hands tightly. Peggy placed her warm palm over her sister's fist, concerned.
"I think we better go someplace else," Peggy said softly. "This appears serious, and needs a private place."
Peggy paid for the lunch and convinced Arlene to leave her car there and ride with her. She felt concerned for her sister as she drove home. Arlene leaned against her door and sobbed softly all the way.
Peggy pulled into the drive of her own home, seeing the garage door up and her son's bicycle gone. That was best, because Arlene didn't want to see anyone, not in her present condition. Peggy held her sister's hand as they entered the house, and didn't resist when Peggy had her sit on the couch. Peggy perched on the coffee table, facing her sister.
"Now, tell me about it, Arlene," she insisted in a gentle voice.
"Oh, Peggy!" Arlene sobbed. "I don't understand it, myself. With my first husband, I enjoyed… I mean, I always had… God, this is so shameful!"
Peggy waited, knowing her sister would eventually tell her what it was.
Arlene sobbed into her hands for a while. She was dressed in a becoming sheath, with slits up both sides of the skirt. Her flawlessly shaped tits were cupped tightly, their contours exposed. Peggy noticed the creaminess of Arlene's thigh.
"Okay," Arlene said, swallowing her sobs as she lifted her shoulders with determination. "The fact is, Peggy, I've not had one… you know, orgasm, since I've been married."
"You haven't?" Peggy asked, surprised.
Arlene shook her head, her wheat-blonde hair dancing gently on her shoulders. "Not once, with my present husband. I had them all time with my first husband, but now I never have them. It's driving me out of my mind, Peggy, and I don't know what to do."
Peggy didn't, either.
She and Arlene had never enjoyed intimate talks before, especially about sex. She wasn't sure how to answer her sister.
"I get these crazy, wild ideas in my head," Arlene went on. "I mean some really weird fantasies I never used to have them, but being married to my present husband, well… I don't come, and these fantasies are in my head and I'm about to… oh, Peggy, what's wrong with me?"
Peggy leaned forward and held her sobbing sister in her arms. She caressed and stroked her back, her arms. She held Arlene's head against her tits, feeling the shudders go through her slim body. She had not known Arlene was so sensual, so hot-blooded. This was a revelation.
"I've always wanted, needed, sex, Peggy," Arlene mumbled against her sister's tits. "For as long as I can remember, I've been out of my mind with desire. That's why I married at eighteen. I know I surprised you and a few others, but that was why I did it. All those boys at school, wanting to do it to me, always kissing me and feeling me and they'd get so hard and put my hand on their… down there, and I'd find it in my hand and I'd be pumping them and trying to keep their hands from under my dress and… ohhhh, Peggy, I loved it! I loved holding them and jerking them and making them come. And all the time, I was about to melt with heat and…"
Peggy pushed her sister away, looking into her tormented face, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes. She held Arlene by her shoulders, looking hard, searching for herself in those eyes.
"I think I understand, Arlene," she said softly. "I'm sure I understand now."
"No, you don't!" Arlene wailed. "It isn't just that I can't seem to come anymore, ft's… it's something else, too."
"Tell me," Peggy whispered softly, running her hand through her sister's silky blonde hair.
"I can't!" Arlene wailed, the sound tortured. "I just can't!"
Peggy held her sobbing sister again, caressing her soft hair and down her back, letting Arlene cry it out. Her hand wandered lower, and she felt the rise of her sister's hip. She felt, too, the trembling against her, heard a quick intake of breath against her tit.
"Peggy," Arlene said in gulping, sobbing, softness. "When we were young, I… remember how sometimes we had to sleep in the same bed?"
"I remember," Peggy said.
It had not happened often, but sometimes Arlene would sneak into bed with her at night, cuddling warmly.
"I used to… oh, I'm so ashamed!"
"It's okay, Arlene," Peggy soothed. "It's okay."
"No, it isn't! Peggy, I can't keep it to myself any longer. I've got to tell you."
"Then tell me," Peggy urged.
"You're going to hate me," Arlene whispered. "You're going to really hate me, I know."
"No, I won't," Peggy assured her sister.
Peggy waited, stroking her sister, sliding her palm up and down her back and side, touching her hip lightly.
"I used to…" Arlene drew in a deep breath. "It was so nice being close to you in that narrow bed. I loved to feel you next to me. You were so warm and comforting. One time, I… oh, Peggy, I touched you!"
"Touched me? Where?"
"On your… between your legs," Arlene sobbed pitifully.
Surprise showed in Peggy's eyes. She hadn't known that.
"I wanted to touch… to feel you, and you were sleeping and I lifted your gown real careful, and touched you between your legs. You had panties on, but I could feel how hot it was and… I rubbed you a little."
Peggy felt herself responding to her sister's confession. She had not know her sister was so sensual. It seemed there was a lot she had not known about Arlene. Apparently they both had done the same things with boys, both wanting them, both waiting until they were married to get fucked. And now Arlene wasn't having orgasms with her second husband, and she needed to orgasm desperately. That part Peggy could understand very well.
"Peggy?" she asked softly. "Did you like it, touching me, I mean?"
"Oh, yes!" Arlene mewled. "I loved it, Peggy! You felt so different than boys, so soft and hot and… I put my hands inside your panties another time, and felt the soft hair and… and even… you know, rubbing your clitoris. You wiggled and I was afraid you were going to wake up, but you didn't. I wanted to stick my finger inside you, and work it in and out, but I was afraid to."
Peggy kept stroking her sister. She felt Arlene's arms wrap about her back, hugging tightly, burying her face against her tits. Now that it was out, Arlene wasn't crying, but talking almost calmly about it.
"Onetime, you didn't have your panties on," Arlene said, "and I lifted the sheet and looked at it. You were so beautiful there, the lips pink and moist, with hair curling. I'm blonde, and you aren't, and I thought it was so pretty, the most beautiful thing ever. Peggy, I wanted to kiss it for you!"
"Kiss it?" Peggy asked, her mind spinning. "Oh, Peggy, I wanted to put my face down there and kiss it so much! I wanted to taste you and…"
"Arlene, you really did?" Peggy asked softly. "You really wanted to kiss me there, taste my…"
"Yes, taste your pussy, Peggy!"
"Oh, God!" Peggy moaned, feeling her cunt throb inside her panties. She hugged her sister tightly. "Why didn't you?"
"I was afraid you'd wake up, find my face there, and hate me forever."
Peggy's pulses were pounding, her body shaking. Her cunt was very juicy now, her clit painfully erect.
She pushed her sister back a ways, staring into her eyes long and hard. "And you fantasize about it now?"
Arlene nodded her head. "All the time, wishing now I had kissed you there. And other things… oh, Peggy, I think about Henry and Ted and… I'm so ashamed, Peggy!"
"Ted? Henry! You fantasize about my son, your son, too?"
"God, yes! All the time, and it's driving me crazy, Peggy!"
Peggy decided immediately.
With a smile, she pushed her sister back until Arlene was sitting on the couch, her tear-strained face flushed, showing an excited embarrassment. "Maybe I should go now, Peggy."
"Later, Arlene," Peggy whispered, her voice very throaty.
With slow and deliberate motions, she slipped her skirt up her thighs. Arlene's eyes followed, wide and hot. With her skirt about her hips, Peggy opened her slim thighs, exposing her wispy panties to her sister.
"You've gotten me excited, Arlene. Look, see how wet you've made me, saying you wanted to kiss it."
Arlene was hardly breathing as she stared between Peggy's smooth legs. Peggy had nylons on, attached to a garter belt, and the smooth, soft flesh above the nylons fascinated Arlene.
"Kiss it now, Arlene," Peggy said softly. "Kiss me there now."
"Oh, Peggy!" Arlene slipped from the couch to her knees, sliding her warm hands up her sister's thighs, around her hips, pushing the skirt to Peggy's waist. She gazed at the triangle of matted dark pussy hair, at the wetness of the panties. "Oh, Peggy! So lovely, so beautiful!"
"Kiss my pussy, Arlene!" Peggy gasped, scooting her ass to the edge of the coffee table. She placed her hand on the back of her sister's head, urging her face between her thighs. "Kiss my cunt, Arlene!"
"Ahhhh, yes, yes!" Arlene sobbed, inhaling the delicate scent of her older sister's cunt. "Oh, yes! I want to kiss it, kiss your cunt, taste it and lick it!"
Peggy pulled her sister's face into her crotch. Arlene whimpered as her mouth brushed at the panties and she gave a cry as she closed her lips upon Peggy's pussy. Peggy gasped as she felt her sister's tongue, sliding up and down the drenched crotch of her panties. She lifted one leg and draped it over Arlene's shoulder. Arlene sucked at her panties, tasting the juices.
"Move my panties out of the way," Peggy hissed shortly.
Arlene hooked her finger into Peggy's panties, pulling the wet crotch wide. With a soft hiss of pleasure, she buried her mouth into the soft hair-trimmed cunt, sucking at the puffy cuntlips.
It was faster than Peggy liked, but she understood her sister's eagerness and said nothing. She pushed her cunt tight at Arlene's face, feeling her tongue lapping up and down the slit of her pussy. She held the back of Arlene's head, trying to get those hot lips tighter upon her cunt, squirming her ass with heated desire.
Arlene wrapped her arms about Peggy's hips, drawing the steamy cuntmeat into her mouth. "Ohhhh, stick your tongue in me, Arlene!"
Peggy pleaded. "Stick your tongue up my cunt and fuck me with it! Ooooh, that's nice, Arlene! Suck my cunt, Arlene! Obhhh it's been so long! Suck my pussy… eat me, Arlene! Make me come!"
Soft, wet, slurping sounds came from Peggy's pussy as Arlene sucked and licked. The inquisitive tongue darted into her cunt, wiggling and sucking, then up around her inflamed clit. As Arlene sucked at her cunt Peggy cried out with rapture.
"Ohhhh, suck it hard, Arlene! Ahhhh, suck me off… suck my cunt and make me come, Arlene! Oooooh, so sweet! So fucking sweet! Tongue me… suck me… fuck me… ahhhh, you're so good, Arlene!"
Peggy arched her ass, grinding her cunt into her sister's hot, wet mouth. She whipped her ass about, and Arlene cupped the pantied ass cheeks, her fingers digging at the tight, shapely flesh, her tongue plunging in and out her cunt and swirling about her intensely inflamed clit. Peggy reared back, moaning softly as she began to grind her cunt furiously at her sister's mouth.
"Ohhhh, eat me, eat me! Make me come, Arlene! Suck my cunt!"
Arlene was making soft wet sounds with her lips and tongue. Her eyes flashed up at her sister's contorted face. She ran her fingers through titer soft, curly cunt hair, caressed Peggy's hips and thighs. She moved one hand under Peggy's blouse and slipped it inside her bra. She closed her hand around the firm tit, squeezing it, kneading it, stroking the rigid nipple. Her lips pulled hard upon Peggy's clit, her tongue flicking against the sensitive tip. The tender bulge throbbed hotly. She drew back and glanced hotly at the pulsating, hair-lined cunt lips, and swiped her tongue up and down the dripping pussy silt. The juices of Peggy's cunt sent her into a shivering rapture.
"Ohhhh, Peggy!" she cried. "You taste wonderful? Oh, I could lick your pussy for hours! Oh… this is so wonderful!"
Spreading Peggy's cunt with her fingers, Arlene lapped her tongue into the steamy opening. Peggy whimpered softly as she felt her sister's tongue delve into he satiny wetness of her cunt. She felt Arlene's chin against the trembling cheeks of her ass and squeezed her silky thighs tightly about Arlene's head, flexing them, her heels resting on her sister's back.
Placing her palm tightly on the back of Arlene's head, Peggy churned her pussy up and down.
"Ahhh, Arlene! Arlene!" she gurgled in a husky sound. "Ohhhh, that's good, Arlene! God, that is so good! Ooooo, suck me right there! Oh, yes, that's it! Ohhh, you'll make me come, Arlene!"
Arlene, with a soft, low sob, thrust her tongue in and out of her sister's juicy cunt, using her tongue like a cock. She tongue-fucked fast and hard, and at the same time managed to lick the soft, satiny cunt walls and vibrating clit. She squeezed Peggy's tit hard, the nipple boring into her palm. She pulled her other hand away from the soft cunt hairs and scooted it past Peggy's hip. Peggy arched high, fucking her burning cunt on her sister's mouth with wanton jerks of her hips. Arlene clutched a rounded cheek of Peggy's ass and hung on tightly. Peggy began to buck and thrash about, almost falling from the coffee table.
"Oh, now!" Peggy sobbed. "God, do it now, Arlene!"
Arlene sucked in a frenzy, smearing her mouth about Peggy's boiling, slippery cunt. Her face, from her nose to her chin, was dripping with the sweet juices. She was in heaven, eating and sucking and licking at her older sister's pussy. Her own was bubbling deliciously, but coming herself wasn't important, not at the moment. She was doing something with her sister she had wanted to do since they had been very young, and that was enough for her right now. Peggy, on the verge of orgasm, suddenly thrust her legs wide open, straining her cunt wildly into Arlene's sucking mouth. She began to wail in a high-pitched sound, humping her dill up and down. Arlene rammed her tongue back and forth, fucking it as deep as she could into the boiling cunt. She dug her fingers into Peggy's jerking ass, her other hand holding the swollen tit. Knowing Peggy was about to come, she lashed at the pussy with her tongue. The louder Peggy wailed, the more furiously Arlene sucked her cunt.
"Oooohh, yes!" Peggy screamed, the convulsions of her orgasm sending her body into shaking ecstasy. "I'm coming, Arlene! Ohhhh, make me come hard!"
Arlene felt Peggy's cunt gripping her tongue with rippling spasms. She fucked her tongue deep, moaning softly with pleasure, letting her sister's cunt suck and grab at it. She kept holding Peggy's shaking ass and tit, her own eyes closed now. She was savoring the sensation of her tongue inside Peggy's pussy, the hot taste of those juices. She kept her mouth buried there as the trembling slowed.
With a throaty breath, Peggy let her ass go back to the coffee table, her face radiant, glowing beautifully. Her eyes were closed, but a smile played over her face. Arlene, still on her knees, stroked Peggy's smooth thighs, waiting and watching as her sister calmed down. She wasn't sure of her feeling at the moment. Peggy, though, wasn't in any rush to cover herself now that it was over. She sat there with her knees open, cunt showing, and trembled softly as the final spasms of ecstasy faded away. Then she opened her eyes, smiling down at her sister.
"Your face is wet, Arlene," she said in a soft voice.
"It should be," Arlene replied, slightly nervous now. "Look where I've had it."
"Where you said you've wanted it since we were little girls," Peggy said.
She ran her hand through Arlene's lovely blonde hair, then moved her fingertips over the woman's lips. She slipped the tip of her finger into her sister's mouth. Arlene, with her eyes flexed on Peggy, parted her lips and sucked gently on the finger, her tongue twisting slowly on it. She slipped her mouth onto Peggy's finger, taking it deeply, her eyes still staring into those of Peggy's.
"Arlene, I loved it," Peggy whispered, removing her finger. "It's been a long time for me, too. You must have known."
"I thought so, or suspected it, Peggy," Arlene murmured, sitting up on the couch.
"There were little signs, hints, that you were this way. I just never paid enough attention, I guess."
Peggy sat beside her sister, an arm over her shoulders. She tilted her sister's chin, and tenderly kissed the pussy-wet lips.
"It was me that didn't notice, Arlene," Peggy said softly. "I had no idea you were… were…"
"I'm not a lesbian!" Arlene said quickly.
"No. I didn't think you were," Peggy said just as quickly.
"Then why have I wanted to do this to you all these years?"
"I don't know," Peggy said, hugging her sister. "I know you aren't a lesbian, but I'd bet you're a hot little thing, and need sex as much as I do. We're both in the same situation, almost."
Arlene put her head on Peggy's shoulder, her palm resting on her thigh. "I'm so miserable, Peggy."