ANOTHER SISTERLY EXPERIENCE

The next major event in my sexual growth occurred when I was 16 years

old. This would, of course, make my sister, Lynn, a young woman of

18. Anyway, that summer (a week after my 16th birthday, in fact), I went

off to a summer camp I had attended until I was 14, which was the age limit

for the camp. The camp was always in need of counselors and other workers

for their three-week program in July, so I volunteered; the pay was decent

(though not great), and it gave me something to do. I didn't have my

license yet, and Lynn seemed to stay home a lot less following her recent

graduation.

So I went to work at the camp, which proved to be the most difficult thing

I have ever done. Here I was, surrounded by a room full of naked teen and

slightly preteen girls, and I couldn't do anything about it. Needless to

say, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, trying to obtain some relief

for my constantly aching pussy. Finally, the three weeks were up, and it

was time to go home. On the bus ride, I found my thoughts drifting to my

beautiful sister; I wondered if she had found someone else to be with while

I was away. I quickly became wet with desire as I thought about the

"catching up" we would do that night, if she was home.

Lynn was waiting for me at the school parking lot where the bus dropped

everyone off. She gave me a quick hug and helped me throw my bags into the

trunk of her car before we climbed in and sped off toward the house. On the

way, we made small talk. "Oh, Mom told me to tell you so you wouldn't be

surprised when we get home: Missy's staying with us for a few more weeks,"

she said. My heart sank when I thought of my little cousin. I knew she had

been there, but she was supposed to be gone by the time camp was over. Not

hiding my disgust, I spat out her name. "Missy. How old is she now, anyway?

Nine?" "Actually, she's 12," answered Lynn, with a hint of something in her

voice; I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I thanked my lucky stars that

we had an extra bedroom.

Finally, we pulled up at the house. Lynn and I quickly unloaded the trunk

and went into the house. Mom and Dad came running from the kitchen to

welcome me home. I barely noticed the girl sitting on the couch, watching

television. After talking to Mom and Dad for a minute, I looked back at the

girl. I knew it was Missy, but I couldn't believe how she had grown. She

had the same dark skin she had always had; she got that from her father,

not her mother (my mom's sister). Her hair was shorter and stylish. I

tried to be polite. "Hey, Missy," I said casually as Lynn excused herself

to the bathroom. "Hey!" she said excitedly, as if she'd been waiting for me

to acknowledge her. She stood up and walked toward me. I got my first

head-to-toe look at her; the first thing I noticed were her breasts. She

actually had nice breasts! After a quick hug, she said, "Let me help you

get these bags." She bent over right in front of me and picked up two of my

bags. I seized the moment to check out her butt; it, too, was wonderful. I

couldn't believe this was the same cousin I used to despise. I picked up

the rest of the luggage and followed her into my room.

I was shocked when I walked in; her bags were stacked neatly in one corner,

and the bed was unmade. She had been sleeping in my room! Missy must have

noticed my surprise, because she quickly explained, "Your mom said I could

sleep in here while you were away. But don't worry; I'll move into the

guest room now," she said. I muttered my approval, and she left the room to

return to the TV. As I unpacked, I couldn't get my young cousin off my

mind. I found myself wondering if she had masturbated in my bedroom; the

image of that got me instantly worked up. Suddenly, another question

replaced that one in my mind. I thought back to the pictures Lynn and I had

taken of our adventure with her best friend (see part 2 of this

story). When I left, the pictures were being momentarily stored in my

closet, in a locked box in the back. I wondered if Missy had set about

doing any snooping. The thought filled me with a combination of dread and

excitement. I locked the door and retreated into the closet. I retrieved

the key, hidden between the pages of an old Cosmo magazine in the closet. I

took out the box and opened it. Sure enough, the pictures were not in the

same order they were when I last put them away. I deducted that either

Missy had found them, or Lynn had taken an opportunity to look at them

while I was gone. I tucked the question away in the back of my mind,

telling myself I'd ask Lynn later.

After dinner, I took a quick shower, then the three of us watched TV

together for a while; Mom and Dad went to a neighborhood meeting a few

miles away. It had been a rather long day for me, with the bus ride and

all, so it wasn't too long before I was nodding off. Lynn woke me and said,

"Sis, why don't you go on to bed, and maybe the three of us can do

something tomorrow after you're rested." I said that was a good idea and

told both girls good night. I quickly brushed my teeth and collapsed into

bed, asleep almost before my head hit the pillow.

I noticed the clock when I opened my eyes: 11:35. The house was silent, so

I knew everyone was in bed. I wondered what Missy had worn to bed, because

her bags were still in my room and I knew she hadn't come in; I'm a very

light sleeper in that regard. I assumed maybe Lynn had let her borrow a

t-shirt or something. Then I heard it; faint, whispering moans coming from

Lynn's room, which was right beside mine. I laid in bed, wide awake, and

listened intently. I could almost make out words. "Oh, god, Missy," it

sounded like Lynn was saying. Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks; my

sister and my cousin had become lovers while I was at camp!

Sleep was not important to me at this point; I just wanted to be in bed

with the two beautiful girls who were making love on the other side of my

wall. I finally came up with a plan. Slipping out of my clothes, I pushed

the covers down and began touching myself. I brought a wet finger to my

mouth and tasted my own juices; then the hand returned to my cunt. As I

began to get more involved in my self-love session, my moans became

louder. It seemed that the noise in the next room stopped as I continued. I

then heard footsteps, coming closer and closer to my door, and finally, a

knock. I covered up and, with the best "timid" voice I could muster, said

"Come in."

It was Missy; she was standing in my doorway, naked. "You heard what was

going on next door, didn't you?" she asked. I nodded. "Would you like to

join us?" she inquired. I responded by climbing out of bed and walking

toward her. Pulling her naked body to mine, our lips met. I could taste my

sister's pussy in her kiss. Breaking the kiss, she grabbed my hand and led

me into Lynn's room. My sister was lying there, slowly stroking her pussy

as she looked lustfully at us. "How long has this been going on?" I asked

curiously. "Since the day after I got here!" exclaimed Missy as she

dropped to her knees in front of me. She began to kiss my thighs, moving

higher and higher until her mouth was level with my pussy. I sat on the

edge of the bed and opened my legs, inviting my young cousin to taste me.

She began to eat me with a passion I had rarely experienced; usually, not

even Lynn enjoyed me this much! My sister sat up and pressed her beautiful

tits against my face; I began to suck them while Missy ate my pussy. Under

the circumstances, it wasn't long before I was writhing in passion as I

experienced a highly anticipated orgasm.

After my climax subsided, I asked Missy if I could taste her pussy. She

climbed onto the bed and sat down with one leg on either side of my head. I

began to lovingly lick her cunt as she softly moaned. I then felt my legs

being pulled; Lynn turned me around so I was lying completely on the bed,

with my legs facing the headboard. She positioned herself so our legs were

in scissor formation and our pussies were touching; then she began to grind

against me as hard as she could. This was something we had never done

together before, but I had a feeling she had already tried it with Missy.

Lynn kept rubbing our pussies together and I kept eating Missy's cunt until

she, too, was cumming. I then pulled away from Lynn and pushed her legs

apart; Missy and I simultaneously ate my sister's pussy until she also

came. After Lynn's orgasm, sheer exhaustion took over, and we retired for

the evening. Missy shared my bed, and woke me with a kiss the following

morning.

For her remaining two weeks there, the three of us were inseparable, making

love sometimes two or three times a day. The highlight of our time

together, other than the first time, was when we went to the mall and wound

up masturbating together in the dressing room at a department store. Missy

picked up a shirt to try on; she then asked to come in and tell her what we

thought. She opened the door for us and as soon as we were inside, she

stripped off her shorts and panties and sat down on the small bench in the

room. She began touching herself as my sister and I looked on, amazed. Lynn

whispered, "There might be cameras in here!" to which my cousin replied,

"So we'll give someone a show then." I was game; I dropped my shorts and

panties and began doing the same thing, as did Lynn. We tried our best to

keep quiet, but it was difficult. We got some funny looks when we left the

dressing room area; fortunately, Lynn looks a bit young for her age, so no

one thought anything of it.