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270. Three sisters [pt1]
Let`s set the scene; a farm out the back of nowhere near Northallerton, for you folks not of the mother country that’s a town in the English North Yorkshire moors, an area of outstandingly beautiful scenery, rolling massive moorland hills, small s**ttered solidly built family farms of local stone, hard-working places, giving a solid reliable feeling, and the native folks made of that the same, hard-working reliable form, mostly survivors of old Yorkshire families, but reliable friendly, helpful neighbour`s.
In this environment a couple living on one of the farms had three daughters, the first Charlotte, followed three years later by Mary, and another two years later by the last young Dawn
The first was girlish, the second cumley and the third, though as attractive as her sisters had slight tomboy tendencies. the three girls who as they grew became attractive young ladies, popular, and in great demand at dances, socials and the like, each as girls do, finding themselves friends of both genders, outgoing, fun though the youngest it would be fair to say was the shyest and least outgoing, When the oldest achieved 23 she selected a mate as most folk do and married. A while after When she was just 18 years old, Mary too married and set up home with her new husband on one of the farms, some miles away. Life trundled on, the farm though not the biggest, or best, thrived, it was a love filled home, their dream. they were hard working folk, in mark and Mary`s case after a year or two of struggling the little place thrived, they later were blessed with a son, the c***d was born, they called him Mark, after his dad. It was a birth not without problems and she was told there would be no more c***dren.
Dawn on the other hand, never did take a husband, though she was an independent little thing, like all of the three, exceptionally big of breast and attractive, but though popular and so on she took few boyfriends and for some reason she never did marry.
Charlotte however sadly could not conceive, so after exhaustive tests had to face life unable to have any c***dren, her c***dless marriage lasting just 12 years, though in reality she would have made an ideal mother. 5' 6"tall she had blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair. She could be kind and sensitive, though she had and still has a fiery temper.
Mary`s husband had strong dominant tendencies, at one point he had asked though I suspect it was more demanded, that she would wear his mark, a small silver ring, not in the conventional way of course but pierced through some normally hidden point on her body. She decided to have it just above her clitoral hood, at that time of course, there were fewer places you could receive such a piercing and here in the wilds wasn’t one of them, thus they took a rare long weekend break in York, a day or two away, leaving the unknowing and unsuspecting Charlotte and her hubby looking after the little cattle farm that needed milking twice daily, and of course, their very young son.
He had made a booking at a tattoo parlour for that first evening, she knew and with butterflies filling her stomach. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.
After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were for sailors, (and you don’t get a lot of them in York believe me,) or the navies of this world, the hard men, the odds and bods, weirdo`s and so on, a woman having her body pierced, or a tatt was then, shall we say less than the norm hence the out of hours apointment!
In answer to their knock, the dark shop doorway was suddenly bathed in the light of the open door, the big figure quickly invited them in locking the door behind them, after checking they were the booked couple, he invited them into “the studio,” in reality a back store-room with a single bulb, hung low on a cord lighting the elderly couch directly under the light, the rest of the room, hidden in deep shadows.
Her husband paid, cash up-front and the man asked her to undress. Now back then undressing in front of a strange man was not the most common of happenings, so though she was prepared, expected even, the removal of clothing, it was the first of her trials.
Stockings were the thing in those days, a glimp`s of which for any chap was unusual, but unabashed, perhaps to a little to excite her hubby, she raised her skirt, unclipped the things and slipped them down, next with a deep breath she dropped her knickers, perhaps a little defiantly, not showing more than she had too. Then she swang her backside onto the couch and lay back. The big chap chuckled, then with infinite care, making a point, he gently folded back her skirt, exposing the now naked sex, revealing parts until then only seen by her doctor, her husband, and perhaps before her marriage by the occasional young lover, but like all women at that time Mary would have been very tight lipped about that.
The big fellow was not a great communicator it seemed, as he just grunted; “where?” Her finger touched the exact spot she had chosen, he nodded, perhaps a little sad that it was not a more intimate spot, he liked more intermate spots, they tended to scream more, and of course and he liked screams, it was more of a turn on!
She lay back, her belly full of butterfly`s. As she lay waiting, her arm`s apparently lay relaxed at her sides, though a keen observer would have seen her clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh.
Next came the strike of a rag soaked in alcohol, or some sort of cold spirit, damp, stinging on the skin, washing the whole area round the site. That at least showed he had more than the basics, next came a clamp. he pinched the target flesh fetching the skin involved up into a small mound, on went a clamp, discomfort, the unexpected, not that she knew what to expect in this ordeal, but it was for him, her man, his mark, she fought the desire to leave, she needed all her mental strength, the tight pinch of the clamp expelling the blood, squeezing the nerves, she waited with baited breath, here it was the needle glittering in the light. She waited the strike of the thing, quickly the clamp came off and before the blood could rush back, that needle thrust itself into the numb meat, she screamed, not loudly it must be said, but a scream none the less, the needle never hesitated, on and on it trust, in reality, only perhaps a centimetre , but in her mind a good inch, as it travelled through tender flesh, bursting out through the skin again, then laying impaled through the area specially shaved in readiness, not an hour since by her loving husband.
The feeling was returning, hot and hard, his stubby fingers dragging the invading needle on through, and fumbling, feeding the ring, a small real silver ring, through the now vacant tunnel of invaded flesh. This indeed was the worst of the pain, pliers now clamped the ring into the tiny ball connector, never to be removed.
It was over, she had her husband`s mark!
More antiseptic, and she was able to sit up then return the cool knickers, ease up the stockings reclip them to her suspenders and still a little misty eyed, thank the man, before departing arm in arm with her very aroused husband, the unaccustomed ring feeling strange against her most intimate area.
The little ring soon became settled in her body, back at home the tiny thing during their sexual trysts, enhanced the feeling, added to the joy, it being capable of doubling the fantastic orgasms they regularly enjoyed.
The lad was now just a six-year-old when tragedy struck, with the loss of her husband, in a motor car accident, sudden and brutally their world came to an abrupt halt, it was to be the end of all their dreams, their hope`s smashed, gone in a moment, the little farm too much to keep on for a woman on her own, and the boy too young to take on the responsibility. As usual up in these hills, her family helped out, as did friends, with support and so on, the older sister now single, being especially helpful, moving closer to help, her motherly instinct clicking in and she helped with the young lad, as much as she could. But the farm was just too much for a single mother on her own, her only option was to sell and that she did, moving into a solid three-bedroom remote house, where she proceeded to bring up the little lad, supported especially by the older sister and by her family. Life slowly recovered, and the lad grew, living alone with his mother, who he doted on, and visited more by the older sister, than the younger, but it was a loving family environment.
The girls later lost their, by now elderly parents, father first and mother a year later, it’s the way things are, the natural progression of life.
The lad showed an interest in his aunt, who spent a lot of time with him, however his mother, never one to shy away from life, found he was eager to learn, especially as time went on, about women, asking when he was just 9, how, “if women had no willies, how could they pee?” sworn to secrecy she showed him, it was the logical answer, however it was a break-through for the lad, slowly oh so slowly the boy was educated, at school naturally but at home sexually, and of course secretly, till at 14 they came to full intercourse, from then on it was a case of them being lovers on a regular basis. Not that the lad didn’t have girlfriends, he was a young man, just like all young men, eager to enjoy girls, though he had a distinct advantage on the other lads, of being quite experienced by then, courtesy of his loving mother.
Mary, luckily was happy with the situation, though she knew in her heart of hearts she was attracted to women almost as much as men.
Over the years the lad became a tradesman in building industry, his chosen profession in life, mother proud of the young man, and rightly so, at night they shared her bed, though she knew in her heart of hearts that one day he would leave her and take himself a wife.
The day came when he announced he had found that special girl, the one he wanted to marry. With a heavy heart she suggested he fetch her home to meet his now quite mature mother, just in her 60`s now, the lad having grown into a solid working man in his late 30`s. she felt this would be the end sexually for her, though she could never stand in his way.
The woman came and visited, and too her amazement she liked his choice, her name was Sharon, another busty Yorkshire lass, attractive, vivacious, outgoing, and easy to get on with. Mary knew instantly not only was this woman right for her son, she was right for Mary, as she was bisexual!
It took a while, but they soon ended up in bed together, later all three sharing their sexual lives, it was a fine situation, no one was left out, each happy to share, no jealousy, no bitterness, just love.
While Mark was at work, the women regularly made love, a strap- on was introduced, both taking and giving as the mood took them, and it was on one of these afternoons that potential disaster struck.
Till then no one outside the three knew anything about their sexual partnering, the sisters had had their suspicions of course, but no real evidence, however this all changed on a spring afternoon, a while after Sharon had moved in with the couple, or perhaps the couple had moved in with Mary, whichever the three now lived together, as a trio.
Part 2 (reality strikes)
The weather was good, the sun beaming down and the housework, with two fit women in the house, was done, and with Mark away on a building site somewhere, the two women retreated to one of the three bedrooms in the cottage. They were soon giving one another the pleasure they had come to enjoy, tongues were lapping at soft sexual areas, and orgasms were fast approaching when they became aware of someone stood at the bedroom door.
It was Charlotte, they had left the Kitchen door open and she had visited, heard the sounds of sex from above and investigated, creeping silently up the stairs drawn by the sounds of lovemaking.
There was a moment of confusion, Mary, rising from the bed in alarm, Sharon wet of face and fast reddening, while the sound of feet retreating as an embarrassed Charlotte beat a path rapidly down the stairs and away through the front door.
Mary threw on her outer clothes, no time for niceties like underclothing, and leaving her lover set off after her sister, though she knew in her heart things were going to be awkward, she knew she had to smooth things over, explain, beg, apologise even!
Charlotte had a head start, so it was a breathless Mary that found herself at the door of her sister`s little home, as was their way she let herself in, to find her sister in her Kitchen, still a little shaken at what she had seen, taking herself a stiff drink to counter the shock. On seeing her sister, the older woman sat down heavily on a kitchen chair at the side of the table. Exclaiming “how could you, your own son`s wife!!”
It was Mary`s turn to be surprised, she stammered, “I, I thought, well I thought you knew, I was always a bit interested in women as well as men, even when we were girls I am what they call Bi!”
Charlotte, a little more composed now, though still angry, retorted, “oh yes obviously I knew that, but your own son`s wife, he dotes on her… “
Mary slipped into the next chair, only the corner of the table separating the two women as they faced one another, there was a long pause then Mary, held up a hand and said,” OK…look… Charlotte, there are things perhaps you need to know before you judge us,” she paused trying desperately to put into words the secret she and her son had kept from the world for so long…” Look, you remember how things were at the farm, you know, how my Mark was, masterful, and rampant, we were always at it, and when he passed in that accident, well I was devastated, with young Mark and the farm, I wouldn’t have coped but for you, and the family. When we sold up it was like losing our life`s work, but for Mark I knew, it must be, and without your support and help I would have been finished.” Charlotte began to speak but Mary cut her short, “Look Charlotte, this is hard enough, let me finish!” Charlotte sat back, gestured that she should continue, “I, well... I was frustrated, in the three or four years after Mark died, well I was still in some sort of shock, sex was always at the back of my mind, but, without him, other than my vibrator and fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to taking another partner, oh there was the odd one`s, evening out mostly, folk who knew us before, hopeful of me giving it out, but nothing serious, and as the lad got older he started to ask questions, like all boys, so I knew that I would need to cover his father`s role in telling him about the birds and bees… so when he asked about how do girls pee I knew it was time to start his education, he was 9.” She paused, took breath then began again, “ well me not being the best with words, and I suspect a bit embarrassed, I took the practical approach and showed him, it seemed the best to be open and above board with the lad, anyway after that , he asked, over the years, different things and I always showed him or let him see or feel, it seemed …well easier I suppose, we had always been close, and it gave me a turn on to think he was my confidant and me his, it became our secret, our bond sort of gluing us together more. He was just 14, on his birthday when I finally showed him how to have me, and before you say anything, yes I know its i****t, I know it`s not legal and I know he was u******e, but… well we were always close, and he keeps a secret well, and it just seemed right somehow.” She looked deep into her sister`s eyes, then not reading hostility, she said, “you must understand, you having your husband gone, you must have been as lonely as me… anyway we shared a bed from then on,“ she smiled wistfully, then said “he became a pretty proficient lover, though I say it myself, and until he met Sharon other than a few girlfriends it was me he came home too, and me he treated as a lover…”
Her sister now shocked her by saying that she knew all that, “it had been obvious to someone as close, and jealous and that she had…” she trailed off, turning a little red. Mary however didn’t pick up on the comment being so enwrapped in her story and went on, “with Sharon it was love at first sight, and when she came and visited , that first time, our eyes met and we knew, we needed one another!”
“Mark, wanted best of both worlds, men do, and for a time they were together, just visiting occasionally, however for me it wasn’t enough so, knowing in my heart of hearts that I wanted Sharon as well, I suggested they moved in with me. it was a bold decision, but it worked, Sharon by then knew I was sleeping with Mark, and we rapidly came to an understanding about sharing him, and it worked, we both got him in our beds whenever we felt the need, but and it’s the icing on the cake for me, I also got Sharon as you have seen, she too being Bi, which I knew instinctively when we first met that afternoon when he brought her round.”
There was a long still silence, then Charlotte in a measured voice said, “Look, I really don’t blame you, God since he left, I too have been lonely, more than you will ever know, and yes, I did suspect you were shagging the lad, or at least that something was going on, when he was young I was oh so close to him, the c***d I couldn’t have! By when he was about 10 we used to go walking, and he would talk as we walked, oh don’t worry he was tight lipped about you, but his hands tended to find my backside or my tits whenever he was helping me over styles or rough ground, and his eyes never missed the odd flash of cleavage, in fact once I even showed him my tits, out on a walk, it was flattering, and I revelled in it, I too answering his questions whenever he asked!” she paused and seemed to be remembering something from that time, then brought herself back and continued, “Look this morning, I am sorry, I reacted all wrong, I was jealous if the truth be known, I`ve long wanted to have someone like that, to fill the void that is my sex life, I`m just not outgoing enough to be like you and say, or do something, so I have never talked, even to you about it!”
In reality this is where they parted, still friends, with the pact that it would not be mentioned even to Dawn.
however in fantasy Mary, for it was her relating it to me, finished the story thus;
(Part 3 wishful thinking)
By now Mary `s mouth had fallen open, but she managed to say “all those years of silence, and we both have been frustrated, we`ve wasted ourselves just because of convention and us being too shy to broach the subject, My god what a waste of our time and life! Oh, you, poor, poor thing, come here,” they melted into one another`s arms, they kissed, misty eyed, and it was not any sisterly kiss, both shedding a tear, as they wrapped their arms round one another, knowing now that perhaps this was the start of more than they had ever hoped, more than they had dreamed and in Charlotte`s case, she was realising the drought was suddenly over.
As if by some mutual signal, they stood entwined, lips hot and welded together, arms round each other, then breaking a little apart, they headed next door to Charlotte`s
bedroom, a lacey, frilly affair, the bed large and soft, each began shedding one another`s clothing. Buttons flew, fingers eager to explore, shoes clattering to the floor, Mary eager to see what her sister looked like naked after all these years, by now Mary was naked not having put on underclothes in her haste, Charlotte however was stood in a pair of frilly knickers and that matching bra, which just covered the most-regal of busts, massive for her height, of just 5 feet 6, only 36” but of GG cups, nipples protruding as the younger woman released the lace, allowing the twin orbs to fall just a little, free at last. Mary leant forward, her sister`s breasts irresistible, her hands throwing the lacy whisp to one side, and her lips clamping onto the right nipple like a woman possessed, accompanied by a deep groan from Charlotte as all her wishes came to fruition at a single blissful moment.
Together they moved on, the naturally progressing, of each enjoying the other`s breasts, fingers and tongues exploring, slithering over soft tissue each sister caressing, enjoying, stiff nubs squeezed tenderly, areola kissed, shoulders gently massaged, necks kissed, ears nuzzled. They fell back onto the big soft bed, still entwined Charlotte still in her knickers, Mary`s hands hauling at the flimsy cloth, dragging the covering down and off, the older lady kicking the things away as the younger`s tongue struck oil in the warm wet folds of her sister`s body. The back arched, the body began its slow build up to an orgasm she knew would be of major proportions. Suddenly the dam burst, it was something her own imagination, her own fingers or battery-operated imitation could ever achieve, she had waited so long for this, her sister, who she had fantasised about with her tongue caressing her clitoris, in the most fantastic mind blowing and long-awaited way. Her breathing became gasps, eyes rolling head back in a roar of sexual triumph grunts and gasps, she began to squirt, it was beyond her dreams as her sister took her to the moon and back.
Suddenly it was over, she lay shattered, her body collapsed, her arms heavy, limp even, her sister between her legs, face still buried in her crutch
Moments past slowly her senses returned, Mary moving up beside her, Charlotte`s arms wrapping themselves round her sister in thanks for her understanding, her love, the climax who knows. Her hand trailed gently down the soft body, the slight belly, the naval, down over the hairless mons, then instantly stopping, with a gasp. Head raising to look incredulously at the tiny silver ring embedded in the flesh.
Her finger began to toy with the little thing, Mary`s breath increasing as her sister whole body asked about the tiny ornament. without a single word being spoken, “It was Marks special mark,” she gasped,” I had it done just for him and I promised never to remove it, it was my brand, my token, my promise”
The fingers played momentarily, then moved on down into the cleft, opening the butterfly of her sister`s sex, finding the clitorise and playing with it sensuously and hard, like a drowning man`s last grasp on life. Mary, fell back, going with the flow, half way to paradise, in a very short time, beyond help, enjoying every moment! She began to gasp, eyes rolling, panting, gasping nipples stiff as little dicks, as she came squirting like a waterfall, wetting her sisters arm, before together they collapsed on the duvet, kissing quickly, and laughing like school girls! As the dressed Charlotte said, “when we walked one afternoon we stopped for lunch, and your delightful son learnt to kiss me passionately, and another time he felt and looked at these tits of mine, I worked him off through his trousers too, but that was it , I wouldn’t let it go further, but if I would have known he was giving it you, I have to say I would have gone a hell of a lot further….!”with a broad grin, Mary said, “well, it`s too late now matey, though perhaps you haven’t missed you chance completely…. We will have to see!
Let`s set the scene; a farm out the back of nowhere near Northallerton, for you folks not of the mother country that’s a town in the English North Yorkshire moors, an area of outstandingly beautiful scenery, rolling massive moorland hills, small s**ttered solidly built family farms of local stone, hard-working places, giving a solid reliable feeling, and the native folks made of that the same, hard-working reliable form, mostly survivors of old Yorkshire families, but reliable friendly, helpful neighbour`s.
In this environment a couple living on one of the farms had three daughters, the first Charlotte, followed three years later by Mary, and another two years later by the last young Dawn
The first was girlish, the second cumley and the third, though as attractive as her sisters had slight tomboy tendencies. the three girls who as they grew became attractive young ladies, popular, and in great demand at dances, socials and the like, each as girls do, finding themselves friends of both genders, outgoing, fun though the youngest it would be fair to say was the shyest and least outgoing, When the oldest achieved 23 she selected a mate as most folk do and married. A while after When she was just 18 years old, Mary too married and set up home with her new husband on one of the farms, some miles away. Life trundled on, the farm though not the biggest, or best, thrived, it was a love filled home, their dream. they were hard working folk, in mark and Mary`s case after a year or two of struggling the little place thrived, they later were blessed with a son, the c***d was born, they called him Mark, after his dad. It was a birth not without problems and she was told there would be no more c***dren.
Dawn on the other hand, never did take a husband, though she was an independent little thing, like all of the three, exceptionally big of breast and attractive, but though popular and so on she took few boyfriends and for some reason she never did marry.
Charlotte however sadly could not conceive, so after exhaustive tests had to face life unable to have any c***dren, her c***dless marriage lasting just 12 years, though in reality she would have made an ideal mother. 5' 6"tall she had blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair. She could be kind and sensitive, though she had and still has a fiery temper.
Mary`s husband had strong dominant tendencies, at one point he had asked though I suspect it was more demanded, that she would wear his mark, a small silver ring, not in the conventional way of course but pierced through some normally hidden point on her body. She decided to have it just above her clitoral hood, at that time of course, there were fewer places you could receive such a piercing and here in the wilds wasn’t one of them, thus they took a rare long weekend break in York, a day or two away, leaving the unknowing and unsuspecting Charlotte and her hubby looking after the little cattle farm that needed milking twice daily, and of course, their very young son.
He had made a booking at a tattoo parlour for that first evening, she knew and with butterflies filling her stomach. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.
After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were for sailors, (and you don’t get a lot of them in York believe me,) or the navies of this world, the hard men, the odds and bods, weirdo`s and so on, a woman having her body pierced, or a tatt was then, shall we say less than the norm hence the out of hours apointment!
In answer to their knock, the dark shop doorway was suddenly bathed in the light of the open door, the big figure quickly invited them in locking the door behind them, after checking they were the booked couple, he invited them into “the studio,” in reality a back store-room with a single bulb, hung low on a cord lighting the elderly couch directly under the light, the rest of the room, hidden in deep shadows.
Her husband paid, cash up-front and the man asked her to undress. Now back then undressing in front of a strange man was not the most common of happenings, so though she was prepared, expected even, the removal of clothing, it was the first of her trials.
Stockings were the thing in those days, a glimp`s of which for any chap was unusual, but unabashed, perhaps to a little to excite her hubby, she raised her skirt, unclipped the things and slipped them down, next with a deep breath she dropped her knickers, perhaps a little defiantly, not showing more than she had too. Then she swang her backside onto the couch and lay back. The big chap chuckled, then with infinite care, making a point, he gently folded back her skirt, exposing the now naked sex, revealing parts until then only seen by her doctor, her husband, and perhaps before her marriage by the occasional young lover, but like all women at that time Mary would have been very tight lipped about that.
The big fellow was not a great communicator it seemed, as he just grunted; “where?” Her finger touched the exact spot she had chosen, he nodded, perhaps a little sad that it was not a more intimate spot, he liked more intermate spots, they tended to scream more, and of course and he liked screams, it was more of a turn on!
She lay back, her belly full of butterfly`s. As she lay waiting, her arm`s apparently lay relaxed at her sides, though a keen observer would have seen her clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh.
Next came the strike of a rag soaked in alcohol, or some sort of cold spirit, damp, stinging on the skin, washing the whole area round the site. That at least showed he had more than the basics, next came a clamp. he pinched the target flesh fetching the skin involved up into a small mound, on went a clamp, discomfort, the unexpected, not that she knew what to expect in this ordeal, but it was for him, her man, his mark, she fought the desire to leave, she needed all her mental strength, the tight pinch of the clamp expelling the blood, squeezing the nerves, she waited with baited breath, here it was the needle glittering in the light. She waited the strike of the thing, quickly the clamp came off and before the blood could rush back, that needle thrust itself into the numb meat, she screamed, not loudly it must be said, but a scream none the less, the needle never hesitated, on and on it trust, in reality, only perhaps a centimetre , but in her mind a good inch, as it travelled through tender flesh, bursting out through the skin again, then laying impaled through the area specially shaved in readiness, not an hour since by her loving husband.
The feeling was returning, hot and hard, his stubby fingers dragging the invading needle on through, and fumbling, feeding the ring, a small real silver ring, through the now vacant tunnel of invaded flesh. This indeed was the worst of the pain, pliers now clamped the ring into the tiny ball connector, never to be removed.
It was over, she had her husband`s mark!
More antiseptic, and she was able to sit up then return the cool knickers, ease up the stockings reclip them to her suspenders and still a little misty eyed, thank the man, before departing arm in arm with her very aroused husband, the unaccustomed ring feeling strange against her most intimate area.
The little ring soon became settled in her body, back at home the tiny thing during their sexual trysts, enhanced the feeling, added to the joy, it being capable of doubling the fantastic orgasms they regularly enjoyed.
The lad was now just a six-year-old when tragedy struck, with the loss of her husband, in a motor car accident, sudden and brutally their world came to an abrupt halt, it was to be the end of all their dreams, their hope`s smashed, gone in a moment, the little farm too much to keep on for a woman on her own, and the boy too young to take on the responsibility. As usual up in these hills, her family helped out, as did friends, with support and so on, the older sister now single, being especially helpful, moving closer to help, her motherly instinct clicking in and she helped with the young lad, as much as she could. But the farm was just too much for a single mother on her own, her only option was to sell and that she did, moving into a solid three-bedroom remote house, where she proceeded to bring up the little lad, supported especially by the older sister and by her family. Life slowly recovered, and the lad grew, living alone with his mother, who he doted on, and visited more by the older sister, than the younger, but it was a loving family environment.
The girls later lost their, by now elderly parents, father first and mother a year later, it’s the way things are, the natural progression of life.
The lad showed an interest in his aunt, who spent a lot of time with him, however his mother, never one to shy away from life, found he was eager to learn, especially as time went on, about women, asking when he was just 9, how, “if women had no willies, how could they pee?” sworn to secrecy she showed him, it was the logical answer, however it was a break-through for the lad, slowly oh so slowly the boy was educated, at school naturally but at home sexually, and of course secretly, till at 14 they came to full intercourse, from then on it was a case of them being lovers on a regular basis. Not that the lad didn’t have girlfriends, he was a young man, just like all young men, eager to enjoy girls, though he had a distinct advantage on the other lads, of being quite experienced by then, courtesy of his loving mother.
Mary, luckily was happy with the situation, though she knew in her heart of hearts she was attracted to women almost as much as men.
Over the years the lad became a tradesman in building industry, his chosen profession in life, mother proud of the young man, and rightly so, at night they shared her bed, though she knew in her heart of hearts that one day he would leave her and take himself a wife.
The day came when he announced he had found that special girl, the one he wanted to marry. With a heavy heart she suggested he fetch her home to meet his now quite mature mother, just in her 60`s now, the lad having grown into a solid working man in his late 30`s. she felt this would be the end sexually for her, though she could never stand in his way.
The woman came and visited, and too her amazement she liked his choice, her name was Sharon, another busty Yorkshire lass, attractive, vivacious, outgoing, and easy to get on with. Mary knew instantly not only was this woman right for her son, she was right for Mary, as she was bisexual!
It took a while, but they soon ended up in bed together, later all three sharing their sexual lives, it was a fine situation, no one was left out, each happy to share, no jealousy, no bitterness, just love.
While Mark was at work, the women regularly made love, a strap- on was introduced, both taking and giving as the mood took them, and it was on one of these afternoons that potential disaster struck.
Till then no one outside the three knew anything about their sexual partnering, the sisters had had their suspicions of course, but no real evidence, however this all changed on a spring afternoon, a while after Sharon had moved in with the couple, or perhaps the couple had moved in with Mary, whichever the three now lived together, as a trio.
Part 2 (reality strikes)
The weather was good, the sun beaming down and the housework, with two fit women in the house, was done, and with Mark away on a building site somewhere, the two women retreated to one of the three bedrooms in the cottage. They were soon giving one another the pleasure they had come to enjoy, tongues were lapping at soft sexual areas, and orgasms were fast approaching when they became aware of someone stood at the bedroom door.
It was Charlotte, they had left the Kitchen door open and she had visited, heard the sounds of sex from above and investigated, creeping silently up the stairs drawn by the sounds of lovemaking.
There was a moment of confusion, Mary, rising from the bed in alarm, Sharon wet of face and fast reddening, while the sound of feet retreating as an embarrassed Charlotte beat a path rapidly down the stairs and away through the front door.
Mary threw on her outer clothes, no time for niceties like underclothing, and leaving her lover set off after her sister, though she knew in her heart things were going to be awkward, she knew she had to smooth things over, explain, beg, apologise even!
Charlotte had a head start, so it was a breathless Mary that found herself at the door of her sister`s little home, as was their way she let herself in, to find her sister in her Kitchen, still a little shaken at what she had seen, taking herself a stiff drink to counter the shock. On seeing her sister, the older woman sat down heavily on a kitchen chair at the side of the table. Exclaiming “how could you, your own son`s wife!!”
It was Mary`s turn to be surprised, she stammered, “I, I thought, well I thought you knew, I was always a bit interested in women as well as men, even when we were girls I am what they call Bi!”
Charlotte, a little more composed now, though still angry, retorted, “oh yes obviously I knew that, but your own son`s wife, he dotes on her… “
Mary slipped into the next chair, only the corner of the table separating the two women as they faced one another, there was a long pause then Mary, held up a hand and said,” OK…look… Charlotte, there are things perhaps you need to know before you judge us,” she paused trying desperately to put into words the secret she and her son had kept from the world for so long…” Look, you remember how things were at the farm, you know, how my Mark was, masterful, and rampant, we were always at it, and when he passed in that accident, well I was devastated, with young Mark and the farm, I wouldn’t have coped but for you, and the family. When we sold up it was like losing our life`s work, but for Mark I knew, it must be, and without your support and help I would have been finished.” Charlotte began to speak but Mary cut her short, “Look Charlotte, this is hard enough, let me finish!” Charlotte sat back, gestured that she should continue, “I, well... I was frustrated, in the three or four years after Mark died, well I was still in some sort of shock, sex was always at the back of my mind, but, without him, other than my vibrator and fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to taking another partner, oh there was the odd one`s, evening out mostly, folk who knew us before, hopeful of me giving it out, but nothing serious, and as the lad got older he started to ask questions, like all boys, so I knew that I would need to cover his father`s role in telling him about the birds and bees… so when he asked about how do girls pee I knew it was time to start his education, he was 9.” She paused, took breath then began again, “ well me not being the best with words, and I suspect a bit embarrassed, I took the practical approach and showed him, it seemed the best to be open and above board with the lad, anyway after that , he asked, over the years, different things and I always showed him or let him see or feel, it seemed …well easier I suppose, we had always been close, and it gave me a turn on to think he was my confidant and me his, it became our secret, our bond sort of gluing us together more. He was just 14, on his birthday when I finally showed him how to have me, and before you say anything, yes I know its i****t, I know it`s not legal and I know he was u******e, but… well we were always close, and he keeps a secret well, and it just seemed right somehow.” She looked deep into her sister`s eyes, then not reading hostility, she said, “you must understand, you having your husband gone, you must have been as lonely as me… anyway we shared a bed from then on,“ she smiled wistfully, then said “he became a pretty proficient lover, though I say it myself, and until he met Sharon other than a few girlfriends it was me he came home too, and me he treated as a lover…”
Her sister now shocked her by saying that she knew all that, “it had been obvious to someone as close, and jealous and that she had…” she trailed off, turning a little red. Mary however didn’t pick up on the comment being so enwrapped in her story and went on, “with Sharon it was love at first sight, and when she came and visited , that first time, our eyes met and we knew, we needed one another!”
“Mark, wanted best of both worlds, men do, and for a time they were together, just visiting occasionally, however for me it wasn’t enough so, knowing in my heart of hearts that I wanted Sharon as well, I suggested they moved in with me. it was a bold decision, but it worked, Sharon by then knew I was sleeping with Mark, and we rapidly came to an understanding about sharing him, and it worked, we both got him in our beds whenever we felt the need, but and it’s the icing on the cake for me, I also got Sharon as you have seen, she too being Bi, which I knew instinctively when we first met that afternoon when he brought her round.”
There was a long still silence, then Charlotte in a measured voice said, “Look, I really don’t blame you, God since he left, I too have been lonely, more than you will ever know, and yes, I did suspect you were shagging the lad, or at least that something was going on, when he was young I was oh so close to him, the c***d I couldn’t have! By when he was about 10 we used to go walking, and he would talk as we walked, oh don’t worry he was tight lipped about you, but his hands tended to find my backside or my tits whenever he was helping me over styles or rough ground, and his eyes never missed the odd flash of cleavage, in fact once I even showed him my tits, out on a walk, it was flattering, and I revelled in it, I too answering his questions whenever he asked!” she paused and seemed to be remembering something from that time, then brought herself back and continued, “Look this morning, I am sorry, I reacted all wrong, I was jealous if the truth be known, I`ve long wanted to have someone like that, to fill the void that is my sex life, I`m just not outgoing enough to be like you and say, or do something, so I have never talked, even to you about it!”
In reality this is where they parted, still friends, with the pact that it would not be mentioned even to Dawn.
however in fantasy Mary, for it was her relating it to me, finished the story thus;
(Part 3 wishful thinking)
By now Mary `s mouth had fallen open, but she managed to say “all those years of silence, and we both have been frustrated, we`ve wasted ourselves just because of convention and us being too shy to broach the subject, My god what a waste of our time and life! Oh, you, poor, poor thing, come here,” they melted into one another`s arms, they kissed, misty eyed, and it was not any sisterly kiss, both shedding a tear, as they wrapped their arms round one another, knowing now that perhaps this was the start of more than they had ever hoped, more than they had dreamed and in Charlotte`s case, she was realising the drought was suddenly over.
As if by some mutual signal, they stood entwined, lips hot and welded together, arms round each other, then breaking a little apart, they headed next door to Charlotte`s
bedroom, a lacey, frilly affair, the bed large and soft, each began shedding one another`s clothing. Buttons flew, fingers eager to explore, shoes clattering to the floor, Mary eager to see what her sister looked like naked after all these years, by now Mary was naked not having put on underclothes in her haste, Charlotte however was stood in a pair of frilly knickers and that matching bra, which just covered the most-regal of busts, massive for her height, of just 5 feet 6, only 36” but of GG cups, nipples protruding as the younger woman released the lace, allowing the twin orbs to fall just a little, free at last. Mary leant forward, her sister`s breasts irresistible, her hands throwing the lacy whisp to one side, and her lips clamping onto the right nipple like a woman possessed, accompanied by a deep groan from Charlotte as all her wishes came to fruition at a single blissful moment.
Together they moved on, the naturally progressing, of each enjoying the other`s breasts, fingers and tongues exploring, slithering over soft tissue each sister caressing, enjoying, stiff nubs squeezed tenderly, areola kissed, shoulders gently massaged, necks kissed, ears nuzzled. They fell back onto the big soft bed, still entwined Charlotte still in her knickers, Mary`s hands hauling at the flimsy cloth, dragging the covering down and off, the older lady kicking the things away as the younger`s tongue struck oil in the warm wet folds of her sister`s body. The back arched, the body began its slow build up to an orgasm she knew would be of major proportions. Suddenly the dam burst, it was something her own imagination, her own fingers or battery-operated imitation could ever achieve, she had waited so long for this, her sister, who she had fantasised about with her tongue caressing her clitoris, in the most fantastic mind blowing and long-awaited way. Her breathing became gasps, eyes rolling head back in a roar of sexual triumph grunts and gasps, she began to squirt, it was beyond her dreams as her sister took her to the moon and back.
Suddenly it was over, she lay shattered, her body collapsed, her arms heavy, limp even, her sister between her legs, face still buried in her crutch
Moments past slowly her senses returned, Mary moving up beside her, Charlotte`s arms wrapping themselves round her sister in thanks for her understanding, her love, the climax who knows. Her hand trailed gently down the soft body, the slight belly, the naval, down over the hairless mons, then instantly stopping, with a gasp. Head raising to look incredulously at the tiny silver ring embedded in the flesh.
Her finger began to toy with the little thing, Mary`s breath increasing as her sister whole body asked about the tiny ornament. without a single word being spoken, “It was Marks special mark,” she gasped,” I had it done just for him and I promised never to remove it, it was my brand, my token, my promise”
The fingers played momentarily, then moved on down into the cleft, opening the butterfly of her sister`s sex, finding the clitorise and playing with it sensuously and hard, like a drowning man`s last grasp on life. Mary, fell back, going with the flow, half way to paradise, in a very short time, beyond help, enjoying every moment! She began to gasp, eyes rolling, panting, gasping nipples stiff as little dicks, as she came squirting like a waterfall, wetting her sisters arm, before together they collapsed on the duvet, kissing quickly, and laughing like school girls! As the dressed Charlotte said, “when we walked one afternoon we stopped for lunch, and your delightful son learnt to kiss me passionately, and another time he felt and looked at these tits of mine, I worked him off through his trousers too, but that was it , I wouldn’t let it go further, but if I would have known he was giving it you, I have to say I would have gone a hell of a lot further….!”with a broad grin, Mary said, “well, it`s too late now matey, though perhaps you haven’t missed you chance completely…. We will have to see!
Maris
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