"Not quite," Mary said."Not quite," Mary said. Sally raised her eyebrows. "I'm still wet between the legs," Mary whispered. "Ooooooh," her sister sighed. "Wet-and awful hot-" Mary added. "It's been so long," Sally moaned. "Too long," Mary replied. As teenagers, the sisters had shared a bedroom and, in due course, a bed. It had started as simply affectionate fondling, moved on to petting and necking and, finally, they had become incestuous lesbian lovers. Neither was a dyke by any means and neither had ever wanted to go to bed with any other girl, but their sisterly sex had been heavenly. They looked a great deal alike and fucking each other was almost like fucking themselves-mirror imaged in mutual masturbation. They still looked forward to being together. Sally glanced at the door, then nodded toward the bed, her pretty face radiant with expectation. Mary sighed and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge. Sally sat beside her. Twisting from the waist, they kissed. It was a far different kiss than they had greeted each other with in the downstairs hallway. |