"Mom's car is gone," PJ said. "Maybe she took Ted over to the club. Does he play tennis?"
"No," Maggie replied. "Unless he's decided to learn. Oh, well, let's go look at our trophies. Okay?"
"Great," PJ agreed, and they entered the house, making directly for the younger sister's room.
Maggie sat down on the bed, surrounded by the packages they'd tarried in, and PJ went to get a couple of cold beers. PJ was certainly growing up, Maggie thought. On the other hand, so were her parents. When she was that age, she thought self-righteously, they'd have crapped if they thought she was drinking beer, PJ returned in a moment with two cans of Olympia and two mugs. She popped the tops and filled the glasses, handing one to Maggie, who took an appreciative swallow that left a foamy mustache on her upper lip.
"God," PJ grinned, "we scarcely had a chance to talk all the time you've been here. What do you think of California? Really?"
"Wow," said Maggie. "I wish Ted and I lived out here. Every time I look at the three of you and see what all this sunshine had done it makes me jealous. Look at you, I mean. You've grown up."
PJ blushed. "That would have happened anyway. It's part of nature. Mom and Dad are the ones I'm happy for. They were so mousy back in Idaho. I'll bet this is our final stop. They seem to be so happy here."
Maggie nodded, taking a serious sip at her beer. "Well," PJ went on, "I think I'm going to try on my stuff. How about you?"
Maggie nodded again. She set down her beer mug and began to search the packages for her own purchases. "How about this for a start?" she wondered, holding up a scandalously sheer green shirt.
PJ grinned. "When did you buy that? I didn't notice it before."
"I got it while you were in the dressing room at that little boutique," Maggie replied primly. "It was lying on a counter saying 'Take me home, Maggie. I'm lonely'. So what could I do?" Both girls giggled and Maggie began to undo her blouse. Dropping it onto the bed, she donned the green see-through shirt and preened for PJ.
PJ scratched her chin. "Needs something," she announced. "Of course! You're not supposed to wear a bra underneath! That ruins the whole purpose. See?" And she pulled down on the hem of her loose-fitting tank top, making her tits stand out, their nipples obvious.
Maggie blushed. On the surface this little game bore all the trademarks of innocent sisterly fun, but she couldn't repress a feeling, deep in the corners and recesses of her mind, that she would enjoy very much making love to her younger sister. It was a sensation she had to fight and she was proud of herself for keeping it under control. God, though, she told herself, what would Belinda Rodgers or Christina be doing right now? PJ would be on the bed naked with a face jam filled between her pretty thighs, sucking up the honey of her definitely juicy little cunt…
Stop it! Maggie's brain blared. Stop it this minute!
PJ dropped her wraparound skirt and wiggled out of the tank top. She wore only panties, sheer white panties that let her fluffy dark cunt bush shine through, and her tits looked so soft and pretty. The nipples were brown and big, sitting on her tits like little candy kisses, squarely in the middle of the white patches of skin her bikini had shielded from the sun. Maggie's heart sighed. This girl was definitely off limits, no matter how much it hurt.
Maggie removed the green shirt and skinned out of her jeans. There was some new underwear in one of the packages and, she searched till she found it. Quickly her hands went up to unclasp her bra. Panties slid down her sleek legs.
She looked around. PJ was modeling a safari jacket and slacks. There should have been a shirt under the jacket, but Maggie's sister wore it directly over her skin, a great deal of which was showing in front where the jacket was inadequately buttoned.
PJ stared a moment at Maggie's nude body, her face going slightly red. She sat down on her bed, fumbling with a new pair of boots. Something seemed to be troubling her. Maggie pulled on her brand-new panties and walked over to her sister, touching the younger girl's hair.
"What's wrong, kitten?" she asked. They'd been close when they were younger and there was no reason why they should keep secrets from each other now.
"Oh, nothing," PJ smiled bravely. The smile faded quickly and Maggie dropped to her knees, looking at PJ's face from a slightly depressed angle. She put her fingers on PJ's chin and gave it a friendly chuck.
"You look like someone just told you there wasn't any Santa Claus," Maggie insisted. "Hey, this is Big Sister talking."
"Really," PJ replied. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about – something."
"It's only fair to share."
PJ frowned. "I'll bet you still think of me as your little baby sister, don't you, Maggie? Silly little PJ. Aren't I right?"
Maggie smiled. "You'll always be my baby sister."
"Well, I'm not such a baby," PJ declared. "I mean, you remember how quiet and sedate everything was in Boise, when we were in school? It's a lot different out here. Kids grow up faster. You know what I mean?"
"I don't know if I do," Maggie soothed. "But if there's anything that bothers you, why don't we talk about it?"
"Okay. It's been about eight months ago, I guess. I was down on the beach with some of the kids. You know? Having a little picnic in the fall? Anyway, I met this guy. He was sitting on a rock above where we were, and he was wearing a black cowboy hat, strumming on a guitar. God, Maggie, he was beautiful. Curly hair, big lost eyes, a brave smile. I went up to talk to him – I just left my friends, see, and I went up to meet him. He played some songs for me. My friends finished their lunch and left, didn't even call up to me, and I sat there talking to this guy and listening while he played his guitar."
"Well, he sang a lot of songs for me. One, especially, about no more wild horses on Wild Horse Road. Did you know that they're butchering all those beautiful mustangs and turning them into dog food? Jesus, it makes me sick even to think of it. I could never own a dog now."
Maggie nodded understandingly and her fingers combed through PJ's dark hair. The younger girl got the message and returned to her story.
"So. He played all these songs he'd written, like that one, and I fell in love with his heart, sitting up there above the beach. In Boise I'd never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but, Maggie – we made love in the back of his van, oh, four or five times running. And then he put his guitar into its case and drove me home, and I never saw him again."
Maggie shook her head. So PJ was no longer a virgin. Well, it had to happen to everyone, she supposed, but still it was a shock to find out that her little sister had grown up as to have known the love of a man. "And you miss him now?"
"Of course not!" PJ snapped. "For one thing, I found out that all those songs he'd played for me and said were his own were actually written by other people. The son of a bitch had just learned them from records and used them to bowl over starry eyed young chicks. Dummies, like me. And – this is going to shock you, but I want you to know – he also gave me the clap. I got over it. There's a clinic kids can go to and they don't tell the parents anything."
Maggie was shocked indeed. Venereal disease was something that happened in slums, not to her sister. If that awful boy were here now, she'd claw him to pieces! Or possibly she'd invite Christina to help. The red-haired girl swung both ways but she had a strong lesbian inclination and sometimes she could be downright sadistic, especially toward men.
Maggie looked into PJ's face and saw that her sister was crying. Impulsively, she got up and hugged PJ's head against her chest, patting the temple while the girl sobbed. "It's all right," Maggie consoled her. "I'm sorry it had to happen to you, but it's not the end of the world, baby. You didn't tell Mom about this, did you?"
"How could I?" PJ sobbed, her cheek lying on the rise of Maggie's left tit, her nose brushing the brown nipple that stood up bare and tingly. "She wouldn't understand."
"No," Maggie agreed, "she probably wouldn't. Oh, baby, you should have written to me, told me about it. Maybe I could have come to you sooner." She petted her sister gently, trying to soothe away the pain the young girl obviously felt.
"That's not all," PJ went on. "I haven't been able to look at a guy since. I'm afraid of them."
"It'll pass, honey, it'll pass."
PJ's head shook in determination. "I hope it never does." She fought herself free and looked up at Maggie. Her hands locked on her sister's wrists. "Maggie," she announced, "I've found something so much better." Her fingers skated up Maggie's arms, dancing onto the curves of her sister's little tits. She closed the palms in a cupping hold of Maggie's tits and got to her feet.
"That's why I told you all this," she husked. "Because when I saw you standing there with nothing on, I-I knew – that…" Her lips moved forward, ending the uncompleted sentence with a kiss that seemed to burn Maggie's mouth like hot oil.
"Nnnnn," Maggie whimpered as her sister nuzzled her frantically. She wriggled and fought but it we no good. Her mind told her this was crazy but her body was responding to PJ's eager, amateurish caresses.
PJ's head drew back. "I met a girl at school," she breathed passionately, "and she showed me what to do. Maggie, you've never refused me anything before in our lives. Don't start now! Please! Just let me kiss you and hold you and touch you. You're so beautiful and you're my sister, so how can it be wrong?"
"Oh," Maggie whimpered, "no, PJ, no, baby!" But her traitorous hands were slipping the safari jacket off PJ's rounded shoulders and her lips were making straight for her sister's brown candy nipples.
PJ squealed as Maggie began to suckle and she reached to unhook her slacks. They were baggy and they fell with no trouble at all. Her hands flailed across the bed and clothes and packages flew in every direction. "Love me, Maggie, please!" she begged, and how could Maggie refuse so heartfelt a request from her cherished sister?
In a moment the bed was cleared and Maggie and PJ were stripped of their tangling clothes. The younger girl lay breathless, unable to believe that the visiting sister had actually consented to make PJ's dream come true.
They clung together, bare legs entwined, hands stroking everywhere. Maggie took PJ's fingers and made them fondle the plump, thin-haired bulge of her cunt, rubbed them across the winking lips until they sank inside.
"Oh," PJ whispered, "you're so soft – just like satin." Her fingers explored the hole they had discovered, and one of them came upon Maggie's clitoris. The first shy touch made the older sister jerk in delight and PJ did it again for good luck. Maggie clutched the hand that fingered her and pressed it deeper, harder to its work.
"Tell me you don't hate me," PJ implored between sucking kisses. "Tell me you still love me, Maggie."
"Of course I do," Maggie slurred in reply, her lips eagerly skimming along PJ's cheek, making for the young girl's ear. She seized upon the sensitive lobe and worried it until PJ quivered delightfully.
Their cunts scraped together, nipples bumping, and Maggie reached to cup her sister's cunt. They were so soft yet so firm, all at the same time, so round, so pretty, almost exactly the same size as her own. So comfortable to hold, so nice to kiss and suck. Now she knew, knew for the first time, why Belinda and Christina could never get enough of her little tits. They were made to be fondled and kissed, just the right sine for a tiny female hand.
"PJ," Maggie husked, "I'm going to lick you and kiss you and suck you. I'm going to make you scream and cry and beg for more, and when you do, I'm going to give it to you – all you can take and then some!"
She grabbed a handful of PJ's cunt. The hair on the younger girl's pussy was dark and thick, clustering around her pink gash and in the crevice of her slit. PJ's cunt mound was alive with excitement and her gash was very damp. Maggie brought her nose close and sniffed, filling her head with her sister's pussy aroma. Sweet, sweet pussy.
She slid her nose along the wet slit, burrowing it into PJ's hole, letting her tongue trail in support. PJ kicked her feet but she kicked them wide, opening her cunt to her sister's lovemaking.
Maggie's fingers slid into the gash, rubbing the slick young-girl folds and crevices of PJ's cunt. She felt a complementary wellness oozing out of the tiny, tight hole, and her fingers gravitated toward it. She worked one inside the opening, spreading it gently, PJ whining and keening in satisfaction as Maggie played. The fingers slid in knuckle deep and moved in soft, reaming action, feeling the little cunt suck ravenously at its intruding presence.
"Yes," PJ groaned. "Oh, yes!! Maggie, God, I love you! You know just how to do it!"
There was more, Maggie promised her sister silently. So much more. She'd wanted the darling teenager so badly, ever since the reunion at the airport. Only her conscience had prevented her from making a play. She and Ted had promised one another – no swinging. They were here to rest and to review. But how could she refuse PJ, when the young girl wanted her just as badly? She wouldn't tell Ted about this – if she could keep him from detecting the new joy in her eyes. Oh, what did it matter? PJ needed her, and she wanted PJ!
Carefully Maggie's tongue roved through the split-open delicacy of PJ's cunt. She paid careful attention to every interesting corner of her sister's pussy before settling at last upon the clitoris, so tiny, so very, very tiny, peeking from beneath its hood like a timid doe. Her tongue flitted across PJ's trigger, sparking it mercilessly, and PJ jolted each time she was licked. Poor little pussy, Maggie thought sympathetically. It had been abused and betrayed by that awful boy on the beach, but she'd make amends to her sister. She'd teach PJ what loving was all about.
Her teeth nibbled daintily at the soft little cuntlips, scraping their folds, not hard enough to hurt but just firmly enough to make her sister tingle excitedly. She could feel the spastic dancing of PJ's loins, could feel the eager tremors of thigh muscles as each fresh swipe of her tongue taught the younger girl a new lesson in the art of cunt-lapping.
PJ's hands squeezed at Maggie's rosebud cunt, teasing the juice-dripping slit. Maggie slid closer, giving her sister better access, and she raised one knee so that her cunt was wide open and ready. PJ reacted gratefully, thrusting her fingers inside. They galloped amateurishly inside Maggie's slice, tickling here, there and everywhere. Come on, PJ, Maggie thought. Find something and stick with it. Who taught you how to do this? Some giddy teenybopper lesbian, of course – a girl who didn't know much and had less to teach. No matter. By the time she finished, PJ would be qualified to give college courses in lesbian love, if that was what she wanted.
She closed her lips upon the tiny clitoris and sucked it firmly. PJ erupted in shuddering spasms. Obviously she had a hair-trigger. Probably the result of masturbation and inept stimulation from her other lover. Maggie ignored the initial come-quivers and began to stab her tongue into her sister's cunt. She could feel the snatch muscles milking her driving tongue, seeking to pull it all the way inside, but she ignored those as well. Maggie continued to jab with her tongue until PJ had come two more times in rapid-fire succession.
The younger girl was sobbing as if her heart was broken, and her fingers had abandoned their assault on Maggie's cunt. Maggie looked up and saw that PJ was gasping out her soul, her hands clutching her tits and squeezing the nipples for all she was worth. Enough, she told herself. No need to carry this to extremes. It had been a good first lesson.
She sat up and her hand came to rest on PJ's churning tummy. "Do you feel better now, darling?" she husked, and the girl nodded deliriously. "Do you want to try me now?"
PJ needed no second invitation. She sat up as Maggie lay down and, her eyes still glazed, she threw her face into her sister's cunt. Her tongue lanced into Maggie with force, if not finesse, and she began to suck and kiss everything inside Maggie's gash. Maggie sighed and patted PJ's head.
"Come up and lie beside me," she said. "I want to talk to you."
Obediently PJ did just that. She lay down beside her sister, head lolling on Maggie's shoulder, hand covering Maggie's warm cunt. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Anything worth doing is worth doing right," Maggie sighed. She began to explain precisely how a cunt should be eaten. PJ listened, enraptured, nodding from time to time.
"God, Maggie," she whispered, "are you a lesbian too?"
Maggie laughed a silvery tinkling laugh. "Of course not! I'm a normal, healthy bisexual woman. I'll make it with anything on two legs, if I want to. Back home I have a couple of friends who – but never mind. I want you to come visit us when you can, and I'll introduce you to them. Christina may be a bit too much for you so soon, but Belinda will love you, every way she can think of. Okay?"
"Promise," PJ giggled. "And I can hardly wait. Now can I try out what you were telling me about?"
Maggie slid her thighs apart. "I'd be hurt if you didn't."
PJ fell upon her sister's cunt once again, this time following Maggie's verbal instructions. She was nervous – her previous lesbian experiences had been furtive, girlish fumbles, groovy enough to get her hooked on the feeling, but now she understood how inadequate that training had been.
Her tongue slid languidly across Maggie's cunt mounds, moving with a purpose. She worked it in and around the little folds of cuntal flesh, smirking to herself as she heard Maggie's sighs of appreciation. Yes, she thought, this was a much better way to go about it. How could she ever thank her big sister? No matter what kind of problem PJ came up with, faithful Maggie found a way to help. Her fingertips eased in as her tongue strolled onto Maggie's clit and she began to apply double-team stimulation. The wetness that drenched, that seeped beneath her short fingernails was proof positive that she was doing the right thing.
PJ had drawn a full house in the game of life. Other sisters would have run screaming from the room upon finding that baby sibling was a lesbian, but not Maggie. Maggie had never let her down and she wasn't letting her down now. Mice is nice but incest is best, PJ thought, recalling some graffiti she'd seen written on the girls' room wall at school. It was true. It was really true. She wished she and Maggie could live together for ever and always, just making each other happy in this very special way.
When Ted opened his eyes the sun was shining straight down on him. Good Lord, how long had he been sleeping here? It hadn't been a good sleep. He kept dreaming that same horrible dream – him fucking away on top of Cam Villinger as Maggie came upon them. He could still hear the horrified scream she had vented in that awful dream and it chilled his blood to think of it.
He got up, feeling his face to make sure he hadn't sunburned. His watch was inside, but from the sun's position he guessed that it was about two in the afternoon. There was no sign of life around the house but through the trees he could see PJ's car, a sporty little dune buggy, parked out front. So, he thought, Maggie and her sister were back from their shopping spree. Why hadn't she come out to say hello? He went inside to look for her, moving faster when he heard the muted sighs and whimpers that came from behind a closed bedroom door.
"A little more tongue," Maggie cooed to her sister, "just a little more. Right – there! Oh, God, yes! Right there! Oooohhh, I love you, baby, I really love you!" PJ was unsteady but leaning fast and Maggie was enjoying the hell out of this particular lesson. She lifted her ass, slipping a pillow beneath it so PJ could get at her cunt easier.