With only four hours of sleep, Bernadette had a horrible day in school. She could barely stay awake through her classes, and her mind continued returning to her anxious, unfulfilled need for a total orgasm.
Alvin wasn't home that afternoon, when school was over. Apparently he had finally gotten himself some kind of job to fit his mental capacity, like delivery boy. There was no family cock to alleviate the tension inside her. She was going crazy.
She did all the washing, cooked supper, did some ironing, and finally sat down before the TV set around three-thirty in the hope of drifting off to sleep. When the front door opened, she hoped it would be Alvin or Ron, but it wasn't any of her brothers. It was Gail. And for a change she was alone.
"Hi," her younger sister said, coming into the room. "Whatcha watchin'?"
"I don't know," Bernadette replied. "I don't care."
"Hey, Bernie, what's bugging you?" she asked, walking over to her sister and shaking her body a bit so her boobs, unharnessed under the sweatshirt she was wearing, would rub against the material.
"I got almost no sleep last night," Bernadette muttered. "I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep."
"Maybe you need little sister's special treatment, huh?"
"What are you talking about, Gail?"
"You turn off that idiot box and come on upstairs to my bedroom, okay?"
Bernadette shrugged, turned off the TV set, and followed her sister upstairs. Gail's bedroom was larger than hers. It had been Dave's before he'd taken over the master bedroom.
"You need a good, gentle massage," Gail told her. "Why not lie down on the bed and let me give it to you?"
"Sure," Bernadette agreed, preparing to stretch out on Gail's bed.
"Not like that," Gail told her. "You gotta get undressed, first."
"What are you talking about?" Bernadette asked.
"Sure," Gail replied. "When did you ever hear of anyone getting a massage fully clothed?"
"You sound like you've made a study of the subject," Bernadette said.
"I have," Gail told her. "In a few more years I'm going to the big city and get a job in a massage parlor."
"That sounds terrible, Gail. You know what goes on there."
"Sure. And to think they get paid for it, too. Here, I'm always giving it away. Oh, I get some kinda satisfaction, sure. But it really isn't everything it's cracked up to be. Hell! If I'm gonna go on screwing, I wanna get paid for it."
You, too, Bernadette thought, getting undressed. You don't get anything from outside men.
As she undressed, Gail also stripped down, but Bernadette was so tired, she never noticed. She simply lay down on Gail's bed and closed her eyes, wishing she could get more sleep before the rest of the family came home.
Gail's fingers pressed into her shoulders, then slowly began massaging her back, starting at the spine and working out. All the tension in her began easing as her sister's hands unknotted her muscles.
"Funny," Gail was saying as she continued working on Bernadette's back, "here I am talking to you about sex problems and you're probably still a virgin. Christ, Bernie, when are you gonna start using that cunt of yours?"
"Why?" Bernadette murmured. "Are you getting any particular satisfaction out of using yours?"
"Well, hell, it's better than nothing. And I get the funny feeling it could be even better. Somewhere down deep inside me there's a certain something waiting to come out. I feel like I'm ready to explode at times, but it just doesn't come."
"Maybe you just haven't found Mr. Right," Bernadette told her.
"A cock's a cock," Gail told her. "They're all the same. Oh, I like it when they play with my tits and kiss my pussy, but once that prick goes in, something seems to disappear."
"So have them make you come with their tongues."
"Hey," Gail muttered, slapping her sister's rump. "You know something about sex, after all."
"Sure do," Bernadette nodded.
"Turn over and let me work on your front," Gail suggested.
Bernadette rolled over with her eyes shut and felt Gail's fingers rub her shoulders again. Then one of her sister's hands began massaging her belly and the other hand began rubbing and kneading her tits, tweaking the nipples. Too tired to protest, Bernadette simply lay there and let her sister's fingers tease her nipples into full erectness.
She didn't know when she first felt the girl's fingers trickle into her pink gash, but suddenly she felt her cunt leaking heavily as Gail's fingers moved in and out of her hole. She opened her eyes and looked up, and there was Gail's naked torso above hers. The younger girl was pressing her fully aroused nipples into Bernadette's body. In fact, she was rubbing her nipples against Bernadette's as she swung her thighs up to rest on those of her sister's.
At first, Bernadette was confused. What was Gail doing? But after a while she didn't really care. The feeling was too good to deny.
Gail's mouth came down on hers, kissing her as any man would. She could feel her sister's lingering tongue caress her gums, her teeth, the inner parts of her lips, and then gently tease her tongue.
Bernadette began shuddering with excitement. She started sucking Gail's tongue as avidly as she would a man's. Her own hands were reaching down and pressing into Gail's full ass. The cheeks were large and round, with more substance than her own.
"Oh, God!" Gail muttered into her mouth. "You're better than any man I've ever known. Oh, Christ! Bernie, you're terrific. Those tits of yours feel so great against mine. Mmmmm! Don't stop me, hon, don't stop me."
Stop her? Bernadette had no intention of stopping her. She could feel the moist sucking of her sister's cunt-lips as they pressed against hers. And little shockwaves of electricity began shooting through her when her sister's swollen nubbin of clit began rubbing against her.
"Oh, God!" Gail muttered, pulling her lips from her sister's mouth. "You're no virgin, Bernie. You know it all better than I do. You fuck better than any man I've ever known. Oh, Christ! I feel things with you I've never felt with a man."
Bernadette didn't waste her breath replying. She took her sister's face between her palms and began pressing her mouth against the younger girl's, sucking her tongue as she ground her body under the insistent scrunching of Gail's. Their cunts pressed more and more tightly together, their clits turning bright red with the friction each was getting.
Clinging to one another tightly, they rolled on the bed, making a full hundred and eighty degree turn until Bernadette was the one on top. She sat up, pressing her cunt more heavily down on her sister's, reaching down with her palms and rubbing the younger girl's nipples, making the girl squirm.
Then she leaned down and took one of her sister's large nipples into her mouth and began sucking on it. It felt like a tiny cock. She licked it, pressed it between her lips, sucked it, chewed it, and even bit it a little. And all Gail could do was lie there, moaning and sighing, feeling her crotch rub into her sister's. Their cunt hairs mingled, ebony black mixed with flaxen gold as they ground together.
"Bernie, oh, Bernie," Gail was murmuring. "Oh, Bernie, this is that lost feeling. Oh, Bernie, don't stop now. Suck my tits hard. Go on sucking them."
Bernadette continued chewing on her sister's nipples, alternating from one to the other, squeezing her pussy-lips tight against her sister's, rubbing her cunt down hard. The furriness of the hair surrounding her sister's pussy felt softer than the brillo-like crotch curls of men. Why? What made a woman's hair feel more like down?
Bernadette rolled off her sister, to the side, and before Gail could pull her mouth from hers to complain, Bernadette was reaching into her sister's boglike cunt with her fingers. And Bernadette's own pussy-lips opened to the touch of her sister's fingers. Her fingers pushed a little farther into her sister's gash, feeling the stickiness of her leaking juice as her own cunt, eager to be touched, pushed harder against Gail's searching fingers. Deeper and deeper she felt her own fingers sink, sliding into the satiny softness, becoming soaked in the silken tenderness, moving more and more freely. Bernadette looked into her sister's eyes, still kissing her, and saw the dreamy, far-away expression there, watching it change as her fingers moved first this way, then that, trying to find the most sensitive spots in Gail's seething fuck-hole.
At that moment Bernadette loved her sister more than anyone else on earth. She wanted to absorb her whole being and become one with her, just as she wanted to become one with the man she continually sought and who now seemed more nonexistent than ever. She writhed and shuddered, feeling her fingers slither in and out of Gail's sopping pussy, and in the meantime Gail's fingers continued punching into her hot hole, letting her know she felt the same way.
Their lips and tongues became more and more anxious for one another, sucking, biting, chewing, swallowing, and suddenly they were rotating on the bed, their fingers pulling out of each other's sucking twats. Bernadette's face moved down along her sister's body, once more kissing and laying the younger girl's firm tits. She chewed on each nipple as if it were a ripe strawberry, feeling her sister's mouth return the compliment to her own tits, biting and sucking madly. And then Bernadette was stuffing her sister's entire left tit into her mouth, jamming the pillowy flesh farther and farther into her mouth, filling it so full there was no room for air. And Gail responded by sucking her own tit into her mouth.
And then the tit was out of her mouth as her lips kissed their way down to her sister's narrow waist. Gail might have had an ugly face, but there was nothing about her body that was unattractive. The way the ribcage poked her slender flesh up and then the tapering to the narrow waist, made Bernadette hunger to know more about her sister.
She came to her sister's navel and began licking voraciously into the dimple, once more feeling Gail respond by doing the same thing to her.
Once again her face slid lower, her tongue licking like a teasing flame at her sister's underbelly. And then she came to the downy-soft blonde hair, feeling strands tickle her nose as her tongue licked through the blonde beaver. The delicious aroma of her sister's dank cunt reached her nostrils, making her hunger to taste it. She had never tasted a cunt in her entire life, yet all the men she'd known had enthusiastically lapped at hers, feeding at her box as if it were a trough. The tight, curling ham rubbed her nose, her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, and even her chin, and she could feel Gail's own seeking mouth press against her crotch in anxious anticipation of tasting her pussy.
Completely unable to control herself, Bernadette dove for the sucking, draining whirlpool of cunt-flesh. It was almost as if she poured her face into her sister's leeching pussy, feeling her sister's mouth clamp on hers at the same time. She licked madly, up, down, to the sides, and yet, no matter how hard she licked, she felt she wasn't doing her sister's cunt the justice it deserved. At the same time she felt the flicker of Gail's tongue attack her own simmering box, slashing hither and thither, itself seeking to taste more of her cunt.
The two of them bounced together on the bed, their hands squeezing the full, fat cheeks of each other's buns, flinging themselves from one side of the bed to the other. Each damped her thighs tightly around the other's head and neither could hear. Not that either cared to hear. Both were engrossed in what they were doing, tasting each other's cunts, enjoying flavors neither had ever known before.
To Bernadette there was no shame in what she was doing. That she was sucking a cunt instead of a cock made little difference to her. That it was her sister was what made it all important. It was another child created by the spurting of her father's seed into her mother's womb.
Her mouth was filled with soft, tender, liquid twat-flesh, her tongue lapping madly away, drinking, sucking, and feeling the floods of pussy-cream fill her throat. She licked greedily, trying to suck out every last drop of lubricant in her sister's teeming pussy, but all she got for her efforts was more twat-honey pouring down her throat.
She could feel Gail's tongue lapping away at her match as if nothing else mattered in the entire world. Her darling sister was licking and feasting as if she were a starving woman led to a banquet table. Her fingers gripped Bernadette's ass-cheeks tightly, one finger pushing into the older girl's ass-crack and playing with her asshole, making Bernadette cram her cunt all the more tightly against her hungering sister's mouth.
The rich, musky scent of Gail's tender cunt filled Bernadette with even greater passion. She rammed her crotch against her sister's eager mouth until she could feel Gail's teeth all but cutting into her tender flesh. At the same time she ate hungrily, unable to stop or control herself. She felt her sister's body beginning to tighten, and at the same moment her own body began stiffening.
Gail's pearly clit felt unbelievably large between her sucking lips. It was almost as large as the girl's nipples. She sucked hungrily, pulling on the shivering clit, hungrily tasting the bead of flesh as it wiggled in her mouth.
Her own clit was under continuous attack from the flat of Gail's tongue as it pressed with harder and harder pressure. But it was Gail who was beginning to buck furiously as her pussy tightened. Bernadette could feel her sister in the throes of a mad, uncontrollable orgasm. Gail's soft, white thighs crushed tightly against her head, squeezing until Bernadette thought she would faint from the pressure.
But the welling of a powerful, awesome climax was simmering in her own clit, and now it released itself, shooting through her entire nervous system as she also bucked madly, pressing Gail's head and face with her own thighs. They rolled together, falling off the bed, slamming onto the floor, yet neither noticed; neither cared. Thunder boomed through her head and flashing sparks exploded in her brain as she came violently, her fingernails slicing into her sister's ass-cheeks. Gail's fingers applied just as much pressure to her butt, with that finger trying to squirm into her asshole.
Slowly, very slowly, the storm passed over the two of them. They rolled apart, lying face up, side-by-side, on the carpet.
"Christ!" Gail muttered. "You are one helluva surprise. I expected you to get mad. I figured you might even slap me. But this I never expected."
"Neither did I," Bernadette confessed. "Neither did I."
It was that same old story of a family member being able to bring her on when no one else could.
Gail kept prodding her, asking her how and where and when she had become so experienced. Bernadette, in a half-sleep, confessed her whole story to her younger sister. She told how she seduced her father, how she was raped by Alvin, and how Ron had sneaked into her bed. She also let Gail know about her two unhappy outside experiences, and finished by saying, "What we did here, this afternoon, proves one thing: we both come like crazy when we're getting it on with a member of the family. I had a better come with you than with either of those two other guys; it was as good as anything Alvin or Ron did for me. And I enjoyed eating your pussy, though I'd never tasted a cunt before. And I think you have the same hang-up. You found something missing each time you made it with same guy on the outside. But this afternoon, for the first time, you had a total orgasm. Whether we like it or not, our brothers seem to be the only ones who can do anything for us."
"But can we really do anything for them?" Gail asked.
"Why not?" Bernadette yawned. "Both Alvin and Ron have been completely turned on by me."
"What about Dave?"
"I think our big brother just uses his prick for pissing. He isn't big on sex."
"Well why don't you and I do something about it? I mean, if we're going to swing as a family, I think everyone should be in on it. It'd be kinda dumb to hide it from anyone living here."
"I suppose you're right," Bernadette nodded, almost fully asleep.
"Then let's nail Dave together."
"Sure," Bernadette whispered, and was completely out.