Sisters Of Passion

It was the summer of 91 and shawna was preparing for college. I always thought she was a cute girl but my sister was ravishing that day. She came into my bedroom wearing only her panties and bra. She sat down on the bed with me and Shawna said this will be the last time for a while that we would be together and she wanted just to spend her last full day with me her sister. I thought it was so cool for her to want to do that for me. My name is Cara her younger sister, I was 17 she was 19 and we were always very close. She sat with her thighs spread open and I could not help to notice her lips were prodruding through her panties and I could not help but to notice as well her nipples were doing the same through the skimpy material of her bra. When she told me this would be the last day for a while I began to cry but Shawna wouldn't have any of it. She moved closer to me and her embrace was entirely different than when we would embrace before. I could tell her face was flushed with passion, I saw the glimmer in her eyes just like I did when we were still young. As we drew closer I felt her breast brush up against mine, I could feel the warmness of her body for I was wearing only my panties and a camisole. For the first time I felt an erotic attraction to Shawna and all I wanted was to make love to her my sister. Tentative at first we embraced and then our lips brushed each others, it sent shockwaves throughout my body. She could tell I was becoming aroused by her as my nipples protruded through my pink cami, and then we begin to kiss. This was no casual one either it was fervent, erotic, and full of passion. I could not help but to touch her body and caress her breast in my wanting hands. She was so willing, so hungry, so in need of my sisterly touches that my caresses burned through her body. She began brushing her hand against the hem of my panties as I felt the cool touches of her that was now my lover. She whispered something that I have secretly wanted her to say for such a long time, she whispered that she wanted me only me. I drew her back onto the bed and began to kiss and caress her warm flesh with my hands and as I felt her womynhood through her panties she was so wet and wanting of release. Mom was downstairs doing laundry when she walked up and heard our love sounds. She cracked the door ajar enough to see what we were doing, she didn't know I was watching her hands reach down under her skirt and slip feeling her own womynhood. She couldn't help herself when we heard her moaning through our door, we stopped and I went to the door to see what was going on. Mother's thoughts were racing a million miles per hour with the sight of her two daughters making love in the room. "My darling daughters you look so beautiful making love together", as we nestled in the same bossom we had when we we but only children. "Mother please join us", I cooed to her. Her heart must have leaped over Mount Everest when she heard me saying that to her. We began undressing our mother allowing her blouse and skirt to gently drop to the floor below. We unhooked her bra and allowed her breast to breath free. We stood there admiring our mothers breast and we began fondling them,"would you girl like to nurse them just as you two did as babies", spoken lustfully. We guided our mother to our bed where we were making love as sister-loves and now we have our beautiful mother. Her breast still had that youthfullness we always admired and to our pleasant surprise she never stopped lactating. As the first trickles of milk began oozing form her nipples then as we continued suckling them the milk began coming out like a torrent. We lied back and beagn lapping her milk liken to a kitten with her mother cat. Mother began fondling our wetness between our legs and wanted our juices on her lips. We spread our thighs as the wetness of our vulvas began flowing. Mother bagan licking our womynhoods eagerly, and fingering them as our collective moans could be heard throughout the house. We then spred her thighs and began licking and drinking of our mothers essence consuming every precious drop. God Mother was sweet. We then began sissoring her allowing our juices to mix in a medly of orgasmic passion. We both felt her come multiple times before she lie there exhausted from the passion and love recieved by her two girls. We kept on making love all that day and into the night and we never left one anothers side kissing, suckling, and sissoring. Yes we bonded together not as a family but as lovers and passion-sisters, and we still do to this day. When we come home it is always a passionate home coming. We cannot help but to undress and make love and remain undressed during our entire visit when we were in the house. Our mother to this day is so gentle and loving, and we enjoy making love to her and to each other.

Kisses Erica

xoxoxoxo