They arrived on Saturday afternoon and were given a warm welcome all around. Despite the vacation having originally been intended for just the family of four, no one considered either Blanche or Sam intruders. Fresh faces were welcome, and Blanche and Beth got along so well it kind of rubbed off.
One look at her blond, male cousin and Lisa was more than phased that things had taken the turn that they had. She was going to have to look for ways to keep him entertained or made to feel welcome.
It did occur to her that Matt might not feel so lucky. The broken-hearted Blanche was going to need a kit of Beth's attention, which would kind of leave Matt out in the cold. But what could Lisa do? He would be less receptive to her advances now than ever, what with relatives in the house.
Buddy wasn't in such good shape, either. Now that Sam had showed up, Lisa wouldn't have much time for her brother. She didn't know that he would also be doing without Beth's caresses. If she had, well, things might have taken a different course. And if she had known the whole story, things really would have been different.
Anyway, Blanche was moved into Lisa's room, which they would share. Part of Buddy's room was given over to cousin Sam, and from there on they were as good as a family of six.
Blanche didn't turn in until late, as she and Beth had stayed up, talking. Lisa didn't notice. In her dreams, she was already seducing Sam.
And in Beth's dreams, well, Beth's dreams were memories. Memories of another time long go, so long ago that they sometimes felt like a part of another life. Much like her experiences with Uncle Dan had. It was strange, though.
Blanche had come to visit before without these memories welling up.
Sunday morning, with the kids out by the pool and Matt poking around in the studio, Beth and Blanche packed a picnic lunch. They took a couple of horses out of what was left of the stable area and went riding. Around noon, they reached the swimming hole.
"Oh, Beth!" Blanche enthused. "It's lovely!"
"I thought you might enjoy a return to happier times, even if it is vicariously."
Blanche turned to Beth with a fond look. "Sis, you turned out okay, you know that?"
"I guess I had a good influence," Beth complimented.
With their horses side by side, Blanche leaned over and kissed Beth on the cheek. Beth slipped an arm about her and they hugged in sisterly fashion.
They decided then to step down and have their picnic. Beth spread a blanket and they sat cross-legged across from one another. Last night, Blanche had talked herself out about the divorce. Now they caught up on one another's gossip, and then even that was done. Setting the basket aside, they lounged together in the sun, sipping wine.
"This spot is really amazing," Blanche said.
"It's so much like that place on Uncle Dan's ranch."
"Mm-hm."
"Funny. All of a sudden it feels just like yesterday."
"I know."
Blanche looked at Beth with sparkling green eyes. Framed by a tousled cloud of reddish brown hair, she was remarkably attractive, with hardly a hint of aging anywhere. Her expression was intimate, maybe a little playful, and wicked.
"Still got the hots for me?" Blanche asked. "It's starting to feel like it."
"You know, I took it all kind of lightly at the time, you wanting me like you did. I hope you're not mad."
"You had the right attitude. You kept it fun for us both."
"I could use some of that now," Blanche confessed.
"I know. I mean, I sensed it last night. If somebody is primed for some love and lust, it's you."
"I hope I'm not imposing," Blanche remarked, still one for keeping it light.
"I insist," Beth answered, still one to let her pussy do her thinking for her.
She shifted closer to her sister on the blanket.
Each resting on her side, up on an elbow, they met face to face, noses practically touching.
"Think we still remember how?" Beth teased. "We figured it out once – we can do it again."
Cocking her head slightly, Beth let her lips go to Blanche's. The first time around it had taken a few moments of preliminary nuzzling and kissing before the giddy teenagers dared to make lip-to-lip contact. Women now, the direct approach was the only way to begin.
Memories became reality with the joining of their velvet lips, and inside each woman was a long-dormant flame burst into life. The temptation of girl – girl, sister – sister sex claimed them both, and it was not about to let go.
Beth flicked her tongue outward and felt the press of Blanche's lips as she claimed it. Their wily probes coiled as the kiss deepened. It was a moment of getting re-acquainted, not quite soulful just yet. There was no rush.
"I don't think we've forgotten much," Blanche observed.
Beth laughed throatily and proceeded to smooch her way across Blanche's cheek, down onto her neck. Blanche let her head roll back and Beth licked up over the pulse point on the older ones throat.
Their mouths met and joined again and now the feverishness of rising desire was there. A lasting kiss that had been seductive was now demanding and horny, from both sides, although hot quite equally.
Perhaps from a greater emotional need for loving contact, Blanche's ardor was somewhat greater. Flicking her tongue at the wet warmth of her sister's mouth, she swept a hand up Beth's body. She began pulling at the buttons of the younger woman's shirt.
Beth sank onto her back on the blanket and let Blanche pull her shirt open, bare her tits, ogle them.
"Oh, your gorgeous tits!" Blanche murmured lovingly, running a hand over and around them. "Still in great shape."
"Miss having them to play with?"
"Them, and you, and your pussy."
"Go for it. I know I will when I get the chance."
"I'm gonna strip you naked," Blanche told her, rising into her knees.
"Love it," Beth said, leering.
Starting at Beth's feet, Blanche worked her way up. Boots, socks, jeans, panties. Beth rolled over to let Blanche pull the shirt from her back, then she rolled away again, slowly, temptingly, first from the waist down, then letting her upper body twist over, too. Languishing on her back, Beth gazed up at her sister.
Blanche's roving stare was like a caress on her bare skin. Wherever Blanche was looking, Beth could feel it. On her thighs, her pussy-mound, her tummy, her tits. It was wild.
Then Beth was feeling the roving caress of Blanche's hand. She played it up Beth's body, over her tits, then slowly back down in a straight line toward the younger sister's crotch. Beth stirred with need and anticipation. It was getting wilder.
Through contentedly slitted eyes, she saw Blanche bend forward and begin licking at the filled-out charms of her tits. She had forgotten nothing of what she'd learned of those either, whisking her tongue up to the stiffening nipples and circling the pulpy buds with quick flutters of the pink, wet tip.
Down below, Beth was spreading her legs and tilting her crotch up to the approaching hand. Blanche's fingers combed into the tuft of Beth's cunt-bush and lingered there, stroking in lazy circles, holding back from the pussy itself while teasing sweetly.
Squirming, Beth slinked the fingers of her hand into Blanche's lush mane of hair. "Play with my pussy," she said in a vaguely needy tone.
Blanche did not resist. She eased her fingers down onto the puffed-up folds of Beth's cunt and simply held her sister down there. Beth moved against the long, slender fingers, perhaps impatiently. Blanche bubbled with soft, throaty laughter. Some things didn't change, and Beth's eagerness for pussy-pleasure was one of them.
Continuing to mouth Beth's tits, Blanche began to stroke her fingertips up and down on the ridges and hollows of Beth's rising and falling cunt. Settling on the younger one's clit area, she rubbed into the sensitive pussy structure with rotating motions. Ever eager for greater sensation, Beth ground her pussy in the opposite direction.
With Beth's nipples hard and jutting out from the cones of her tits in bold fashion, Blanche lifted from them. As she took her hand away from the heating pussy, Beth slid her own hand down to finger-fuck herself.
"Just wanted to get a little more comfy," Blanche explained, opening her shirt.
"My pleasure," Beth smiled.
Watching Blanche undress, she saw that her sister had been taking care of herself, as well. But if anything, she looked better now than she had then. Her jutting tits appeared fuller, not as firm but more inviting, somehow. The hips had taken on a huskier flare, making for a broader and sexier ass. As a woman, Blanche had come into her own. So had Beth. In fact, they'd become almost mirror images of one another. "God, you look good," Beth couldn't help saying.
"You look good," Blanche insisted. "Real good. Good enough to eat."
"Oh, give me some pussy, too," Beth answered. "I've been waiting to taste you again for so long."
"I didn't know you missed it that much."
"I didn't know, either."
"What happened?"
Well, what had happened? Beth wondered. Had it been Lisa, stirring up all those incestuous memories? Or had something in the marriage gone stale? Or was it simple middle-age craziness?
In response to Blanche's question. Beth simply rolled a shoulder and smiled. "Who knows? Let's just suck."
Blanche gave her throaty laugh and turned around, straddling her sister's shouldcrs. Crouching over Beth, she slid a hand underneath and cuddled the swelling folds of her cunt.
"I'll make myself wet."
"I'll do that," Beth breathed. She thrust her pussy up and out, spreading wide and trigging herself hotly. "Eat me out, sweet thing. Jut eat me!"
Blanche lowered her upper body. Her hanging tits settled onto Beth's tummy, her head between her sister's thighs. She placed her fingertips to either side of Beth's percolating pussy. She inhaled deeply of the aromatic richness, and it compelled, her to lower her own pussy toward Beth's waiting, wanting and wicked mouth.
Over twenty years since their last go-around, but Beth felt right at home. No surprise really, she thought now. How many hours had they spent in positions similar to this? And at such impressionable ages, how could any of it ever escape them?
She fairly trembled as she flicked her tongue out to lick at Blanche's spread pussy. She felt the human electricity of the intimate contact, felt it surge up through her body as Blanche's mouth settled on her pussy.
Beth's lust claimed her with a hot intensity and she went to the attack. She gobbled the hairy mound of Blanche's pussy repeatedly into her mouth, gnawing at the excited cunt-flesh, sucking out the rich pussy-juices.
Blanche squirmed atop her, feeding pussy into Beth's mouth as she feasted on the luscious spread of hot cunt under her face. With her fingertips, she pulled Beth's pussy wide open and dug in with loving lips.
Beth spread the pussy before her face too, running her tongue up and down the fuck-slit and working it time and time again against her sister's swollen clit.
Both of them wished for the pleasures to go on and on. They had gone too long without. There seemed to be so much to catch up on, so much joy gone unharvested.
Beth sighed. "I want you to come and come and come," she said dreamily.
"We won't stop until we're bushed, okay?" Beth grinned. All this time, and they were still on the same track. "Okay," she said.
Mouth to pussy, female tongues on feminine flesh, they sought out one another's rapture and brought it pulsing into being.
They rolled onto their sides and, even though sated, they went after a second climax. It seemed to be bubbling just below the surface, and it was. In practically no time at all, Beth and Blanche were gulping in the liquids of an even deeper climax.
Beth swung herself around and lay down face to face with her older sister. Lips coated with pussy juice, they savored a raunchy kiss. On top of Blanche. Beth moved her pussy against the other.
"Yeah!" Blanche smiled. "More!"
Later, contentment found them lying face to face on the blanket. Each had her head pillowed on an arm. They were holding hands. "I've been here before," Beth confided. "I figured."
"With Buddy."
"I wondered who the tracks in the sand belonged to."
"You're not shocked then."
"Only a little surprised."
"It was kind of sudden, but I couldn't resist."
"I've found myself tempted by Sam a few times," Blanche said openly. "I suppose it's only a matter of time. And desire. How was young Buddy, by the way?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" Beth suggested.
Blanche smiled, rolled onto her back and gave a sleepy squirm. "I could use a good young man. A good hard cock."
"I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige."
"What about Matt?"
"I'm sure he would be, too."
"I mean, how much does he know?"
"Plenty. He took Lisa's cherry last week. That is, she gave it to him. It was her idea."
"She sounds like one of us."
"She is. And more."
"What do you mean?"
"Just that. She's more. Wilder, bolder… there's no telling where it will lead."
"Sounds interesting. Maybe I'll stick around and see what happens."
It was vacation time, but there was work to do – chores really – around the stable, wood to gather for the fireplace, hoeing in the vegetable garden, other things. One thing Matt wanted to do was replenish his artist friend's supply of winter firewood, used to heat the studio. He used that afternoon to get started, and Buddy and Sam pitched in to help.
That kind of threw a wrench into Lisa's plans. She'd been hoping to catch her cousin alone as soon as possible and find out just what he was made of. Or make something of him, whatever the case might be. It was doubly frustrating when she took into account Sam's obvious interest in her.
By late that afternoon, she had decided that she wasn't going to wait another day. And she wanted to do it right, too, which meant that she had some preparing to do. For the most part, it involved Buddy.
When Buddy went into the bathroom to shower before dinner, Lisa gave him a minute and slipped in alter him. He had already drawn the curtain and stepped under the spray, allowing her to strip and sneak in behind him. She covered his eyes with her hands and chirped: "Guess who!"
"I don't care who," he answered, "as long as you'll wash my back."
"I'll wash your back if I can wash your front," Lisa said.
He turned his back to the nozzle. "Now, what do you really want?" he asked.
"How do you know it isn't you?"
"Because you've had me, and you've got eyes for cousin Sammy."
"You're so smart," she said impudently. He grinned, handed her a bar of soap and turned his back. She began to give him a lather. "I need a favor," she confided.
"Uh-huh."
"Make yourself scarce after bedtime tonight, okay?"
"Gonna pay Sammy a little visit?"
"One he'll never forget," she vowed.
"And where am I supposed to go?"
"Do I have to figure out everything?" she complained.
"You want the favor."
Typically, he was being difficult. Probably still thought of her as the spoiled brat. But no matter. Lisa was more than equal to the challenge.
Lisa worked the bar of soap into the crack of her brother's ass a few times, then went to work on the lather. She eased up close to one side, looking past his shoulder to his cock as she sawed her hand in and out of his ass-cleft. His prick was lifting out and up with straining arousal.
"You could slip in and pay Blanche a visit. She might get lonesome without me."
"You been fucking her, too?" Buddy asked. "No, but it's a thought. When she and Mom got back from their picnic, I saw her watching you lugging firewood around. She's interested."
Buddy turned his back to the spray again, letting it rinse him off as he considered what she'd said. For her part, she was showing greater interest in his stiffening prick. It was really coming along.
"Interested," be said, "but willing?"
Lisa was lazily soaping his upper body. "Didn't it seem to you that she and Mom were gone an awful long time?" she said.
"Were they?"
"And don't think it wouldn't have to mean anything. I think Mom might be a whole lot wilder than you might guess."
"You think so, huh?"
If she hadn't become so preoccupied by the spectacle of his hardening cock-meat, she probably would have noticed the barely hidden meaning in his answer. She slid the soap back along the top of his cock-shaft, twisted her wrist and drew it back ahead on the underside. She touched his balls with it, too.
"I'd say it goes for Blanche, too," she went on.
"Takes one to know one, I suppose," Buddy remarked.
"So will you give me and Sam some space?" She had set the soap aside and was moving her hand to and fro on his prick, and underneath with each stroke to his balls, working up a lather on his cock-flesh and a full-fledged hardness within.
"I could," he said, "with a little persuading."
"Now who's being spoiled?" she said.
"Complaining?"
She smiled sweetly. "No…"
Relaxing into the task at hand, Lisa shifted her grasp to and ho on Buddy's big cock. With all the slickness on it, she could try some new moves, and she took advantage.
She rotated her hand as slit rode it forward and back, screwing her grasp up and down his cock-lance. She used her other hand on his soaped-up balls, cuddling and squeezing them sensuously.
Before long Buddy was getting into it, letting his hips move naturally against the warm strokes. In easy fashion, he fucked her hand.
"Wanna come on my tits?" Lisa asked.
Beginning to grin, Buddy shook his head.
"Wanna come on my face?"
He hesitated a second or two, then shook his head.
"Wanna come in my mouth?"
His close-lipped grin widened and he nodded in exaggerated fashion.
"Dirty guy," Lisa smirked as she lowered onto her knees before him. She changed the grip she had on his straining prick and began to pump his prick considerably faster. Her mouth came open and her tongue swept around over her lips. She stuck it out and fluttered the tip in her eagerness.
"Come on baby," she said quietly. "Come baby, gimme some jizz. Give it to me!"
Her pumping hand worked itself into a blur of motion. Buddy was sucking for air, his body curving. He inhaled sharply, his cock flexed hard and his hot cum jetted up out of his piss-hole.
Lisa was there waiting for his cum-load, mouth held wide at his cock-tip.
She hoped that Sam was even half as sweet.