Tasting My Sister In Law's Pussy

The family lake house held the afternoon in a hard, bright stillness. Lorraine was twenty-eight, married to Lorenzo, and she had given up pretending she had come to the pool for the sun. Kendra was the reason. Kendra had always been the reason she could not quite name out loud.

Kendra was twenty-six and married to Otto. Otto was Lorenzo's brother, which made the two women sisters-in-law and nothing closer. No shared blood. Only the marriage tie, the shared holidays, and this house that belonged to the family they had both married into. The want had started the summer Kendra turned nineteen. Lorraine had been twenty-one then, already bound to Lorenzo, already trying to be good. Kendra had climbed the dock with lake water running off her legs, and Lorraine's attention had snagged and stayed. She had lived with that snag ever since, through cookouts and quiet kitchens and every weekend the four of them were thrown together.

Lorenzo was thirty-one. Otto was twenty-nine. They were grown men who trusted a clear forecast, and they had taken the boat out before dawn with a cooler, two rods, and a promise not to be back until Sunday night. Until then the house was a secret the women had not even agreed to keep. Pine shade. Flat water. No one coming up the drive.

Kendra lay on a lounge chair in a pale blue bikini, one knee bent, a paperback idle on her stomach. Droplets clung to her throat and slipped between her breasts. The bottoms sat low. A darker patch marked the center of the fabric, and Lorraine could not tell pool water from heat from the thing she had no right to crave. She stood at the patio stones with a glass of iced tea warming in her fist and stared. Inner thigh. The dip above the hip. The soft, unguarded part of Kendra's mouth.

Kendra turned her head and caught her. She did not cover herself. She set the book aside and held the look.

"You've been doing that all morning," she said, voice low. "Looking at me like you're hungry."

"I am." The words left Lorraine bare.

Color climbed Kendra's cheeks. She did not look away. "Good. I've felt the same forbidden pull for years. Since I turned nineteen and you started watching me when you thought I wouldn't notice. I noticed. I wanted you to keep going. I still do."

Lorraine's pulse knocked in her wrists. She saw the rise of Kendra's chest, a bikini string slipped a fraction on one hip, the shine on her lower lip. Kendra's knees eased apart on the cushion. The silence after that confession was not empty. It was thick, mutual, and already sexual, and neither of them moved to break it.

Lorraine crossed the hot stones and sat on the next lounge chair, close enough that a shift of either knee would touch. She set the tea down.

"Tell me what you were looking at," Kendra said. "I want the words."

Lorraine's mouth had gone dry. "Your breasts, and the way they move when you breathe. Your stomach. Your thighs. The place that bikini covers, and how the cloth has gone dark." She had to swallow. "I've imagined my mouth there. More times than I can count."

Kendra exhaled, slow. She rolled onto her side to face Lorraine, and the top strained across her chest. "Your ass in those shorts yesterday. I watched you bend over the cooler and I had to walk into the lake so no one would see what it did to me. I think about your pussy when Otto is inside me. I think about how you'd taste. Sweet and salt and mine for as long as I could stand it."

Heat gathered low in Lorraine's belly. She was wet, a sudden soft throb, the dark one-piece she had worn for cover doing nothing to hide the way her body answered. She pressed her thighs together and the pressure only sharpened it.

"I think about you in the shower," Lorraine said. "After Lorenzo leaves for work. I use my fingers and pretend they're your tongue. I come with your name in my mouth and the tile against my forehead."

Kendra's hand found her knee. Warm. Certain. "Then we should stop treating this like a story we only tell ourselves."

They flirted in the open, voices low, compliments that were really confessions. Kendra said the line of Lorraine's collarbone made her want to bite. Lorraine said she had memorized the shape of Kendra's ass and the way her waist dipped above the bikini. They laughed once, shaky, and the laugh fell apart into hunger.

Kendra lay back. Watching Lorraine's face, she spread her thighs on the cushion. The pale blue fabric pulled tight over her pussy. The darker patch had widened. Lorraine could smell her, faint and warm and unmistakably aroused, under sunscreen and chlorine.

"Do you really want to taste my pussy?" Kendra asked. Her voice shook. The question did not. "Not a look. Not another year of imagining it. My sister-in-law's mouth on me. Say yes if that's what you want."

"Yes." Lorraine heard how wrecked she sounded, and how sure. "Yes. I want to taste you. I want my tongue on you. I've wanted that since you turned nineteen and started looking back at me like you knew."

Kendra sat up and took her hand. They stood together. Fingers laced, they crossed the patio and went in through the sliding door, into the cooler dark of the house, down the hall, into the bedroom that faced the trees.

Kendra climbed onto the mattress and lay back against the pillows, hair fanned out, chest rising fast. She bent one knee and let the other fall wide, opening herself, and looked at Lorraine without blinking.

"Come here," she said. "Explore me. I'm asking you to. I want it. Taste me."

Lorraine stood at the foot of the bed and felt the last thread of restraint go thin. Everything they had not said for years was a body on a bed, waiting and willing.

Lorraine climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her knees. Kendra's breath hitched, and she started to reach for the pale blue fabric, but Lorraine caught her wrist, gentle and sure.

"Let me."

She eagerly hooked her fingers in the bikini bottoms and pulled them aside. The cloth peeled away from slick skin. Kendra's pussy was bare, flushed, and shining. The outer lips had swollen. The inner ones peeked, pink and wet, and her clit stood out from its hood, already begging. Lorraine held the fabric to the side with her thumb and stared for one hungry second, then buried her face between her sister-in-law's thighs.

Kendra gasped. Her hips jerked. Lorraine licked a long stripe from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, tasting her properly, letting the flavor coat her tongue. She did it again, hungrier, flattening her tongue and dragging it through the wetness until Kendra's thighs trembled on either side of her head.

"Oh," Kendra said, and the word broke. "Your mouth. Lorraine."

Lorraine sealed her lips around the swollen clit and sucked, gentle at first, then with a steadier pull. She flicked the tip of her tongue against it, then went back to long, hungry strokes, licking the length of the little bud and the tender skin around it. Kendra was soaked. Each pass gathered more, and Lorraine swallowed what she could and went back for the rest. She pushed her tongue inside, feeling the soft clutch of Kendra's pussy, then returned to the clit because that was where Kendra's sounds went high and helpless.

Kendra's hands found her hair and gripped. Not to push her away. To hold her there. "Don't stop. Lick me. Suck it. I've wanted your tongue on my clit for years."

Lorraine moaned into her, and the vibration made Kendra curse. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, and used two fingers to spread Kendra wider so she could get her mouth flush against every slick fold. She ate Kendra with her whole face, nose buried above the clit, chin wet, tongue working in long strokes that started deep and ended with a suck. Kendra's hips rolled up to meet her. The room filled with the wet sound of it and with Kendra's voice saying yes, right there, don't you dare stop.

"I need more," Kendra panted. Her grip loosened, then tugged, guiding. "Lie back. I want to sit on your face. I want to grind on your mouth until I come. Will you let me?"

"Yes," Lorraine said against her, muffled and eager. "Sit on me. Use my mouth. I want all of it."

They shifted in a hungry scramble. Lorraine rolled onto her back and shoved a pillow under her head. Kendra swung a leg over and settled above her, knees planted beside Lorraine's ears. She dragged the bikini bottoms down one thigh so nothing blocked her, hovered for a second with her pussy shining inches from Lorraine's mouth, and Lorraine took her by the hips and pulled her down.

Wet heat met her mouth. Lorraine groaned and opened wide, licking up into her, tongue broad and then pointed, finding the clit and staying there. Kendra sank fully onto her face. Slickness smeared Lorraine's lips, her nose, her chin. She held Kendra's ass in both hands and pulled her closer.

Kendra rode her. Slow at first, rolling so her clit dragged across Lorraine's tongue, then faster. "Stay still and let me. Oh, your tongue. I'm going to come on your mouth."

Lorraine sucked her clit and held on. Kendra's thighs shook. Her rhythm broke into short, desperate grinds, pussy rubbing wet and open against Lorraine's eager tongue and lips. She cried out, a raw sound in the quiet house, and came hard. Lorraine felt the pulse against her mouth, the sudden flood, the way Kendra's body locked and then shuddered. Kendra ground through it, whimpering, smearing herself across Lorraine's tongue, and Lorraine licked her through every wave until Kendra folded forward and gasped that it was too much.

"Your turn," Kendra said, wrecked. "I want to taste you while you taste me. Get me in a sixty-nine. I want my fingers in you and my mouth on your pussy until you shatter."

Lorraine could only nod, her face soaked, her one-piece clinging where she had soaked through it. Kendra turned on the bed, still straddling, and faced Lorraine's feet. She dragged the suit aside at the crotch, then peeled the wet fabric down Lorraine's hips with shaking hands. Lorraine lifted to help. Cool air hit her bare pussy, and then Kendra's breath, hot and close.

Kendra lowered her mouth and licked, one long stroke that made Lorraine's back arch. At the same time she settled her own pussy back over Lorraine's face, and Lorraine opened for her again, tongue finding swollen flesh, tasting her while Kendra tasted back.

They found a rhythm. Kendra's tongue circled Lorraine's clit, then flattened and licked in firm strokes. Two fingers slid into Lorraine, easy because she was so wet, and curled against the front wall while her mouth worked. Lorraine moaned into Kendra's pussy, and the sound made Kendra push deeper.

"You taste so good," Kendra said against her, words blurred by skin. "Sweet. I knew you would. Come on my tongue. Give it to me."

She sucked Lorraine's clit the way Lorraine had sucked hers, hungry and sure, fingers pumping, and Lorraine's thighs began to shake. She licked Kendra in answer, messy and devoted, holding her hips and drinking her down while pleasure coiled tight. Kendra added a third finger, and the stretch tipped Lorraine over. She came with a broken cry muffled in Kendra's pussy, the orgasm shattering through her in hard pulses, her cunt clenching around those fingers, her clit throbbing under that relentless tongue. Kendra did not stop. She licked her through it, groaning at the taste, grinding her own slick pussy down onto Lorraine's mouth as Lorraine shook apart beneath her.

It went on until Lorraine's hand slapped weakly at Kendra's thigh, too sensitive, wrecked in the best way. Kendra eased her fingers out, kissed the swollen flesh once more, and carefully climbed off.

After their shared orgasms, they were trembling and useless in the best way. Kendra stretched out beside Lorraine and pulled her in, chest to chest, one thigh hooked over Lorraine's hip. Their skin stuck where sweat and slickness met. The room had gone quiet except for their breathing, which slowed by degrees.

Kendra kissed her. Soft. Open. Unhurried. She licked a stripe of her own wetness from Lorraine's chin, then from the corner of her mouth, and hummed at the taste of herself on Lorraine's skin. Lorraine did the same, tongue tracing Kendra's lower lip, cleaning the shine her pussy had left there. They traded small kisses and smaller licks, lazy and intimate, until their mouths were mostly their own again and the flavor of each other still lingered.

"I loved it," Kendra whispered. "Tasting you. Finally tasting you. I loved your tongue on me. I don't want this to be the only time."

"It won't be," Lorraine whispered back. Her hand rested on the curve of Kendra's waist. "Whenever they're away. Whenever we can steal a weekend like this. I'll taste you again. You'll taste me. We'll find the chances."

Kendra nodded, forehead against Lorraine's. Their noses brushed. Another kiss, barely there. The curtains moved once in a thin breeze off the lake.

They did not speak again. Kendra's fingers traced a slow line along Lorraine's arm and then went still. Lorraine closed her eyes. The house held them. Their breathing evened out. Silence settled over the bed, warm and complete, and neither of them broke it.