Sisterhood

Stephanie had not enjoyed the marriage break up at all. Twenty year old and forced to live with her rather weird stepsister whose idea of decorum was to walk around naked after dark.

As she sat upon the sofa reading the magazine, Hollandia entered wearing the opaque nightdress as usual.

Stephanie glanced up at the ginger haired forty year old and raised her eyebrows.

“What you been up to then?”

Hollandia smiled and sat beside her new sister.

“Nothing much really. How’s it going with Chuck?”

Stephanie put the women’s magazine down and shrugged her shoulders.

“Not too well sadly. I just can’t seem to satisfy him you know.”

Hollandia giggled like a teenager.

“Men are too easy to satisfy. What’s the problem?”

“He keeps complaining about the way that I kiss him.”

“Such an easy thing to get right Stephanie. Does he French then?”

“He tried to but I pulled back. I hate that.”

“Then obviously that is the problem Stephanie. You need some easy lessons.”

“I just don’t like the idea of doing that. It makes my flesh creep.”

Hollandia stretched her arms wide and yawned.

“Just relax into then,” she said.

“You try and relax whist his tongue squirms around your chops.”

Hollandia laughed at the description of the act, and gently laid her
palms atop Stephanie’s shoulders.

As her stepsister turned her head towards her, Hollandia leaned forward and pressed her warm lips onto hers. As she did so, her wet tongue squirmed inside as arms wrapped around her slim form.

Stephanie grimaced and pulled away suddenly, the arms quickly releasing her.

“That was horrible. Why do it?”

“Just trying to show you how it’s done. That’s all.”

Stephanie gave her a look and said, “If his tongue is not acceptable yours won’t be either.”

“I said you should relax into it. You are far too tense. Just try it with me then.”

Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and pressed her lips upon Hollandia’s, before pushing her tongue into the warm mouth. Her stepsister moaned softly as their tongues fenced deeply within that dark cave.

Stephanie’s lips mashed strongly, as her hands were directed beneath the nightdress and firmly placed upon the soft fleshy boobs.

Hollandia’s arms folded around her and gently drew her down upon her.
As their lips moved together, Stephanie simply squeezed at the offered flesh as her tongue continued squirming.

Hollandia moaned again as Stephanie raised her head.

“Why did you stop? You were doing it perfectly.”

“I just feel a little edgy. Those **** of yours have hard teats now.”

Hollandia smiled, and reaching down squeezed Stephanie’s clothed buttocks.

“That really does not matter.”

She pulled Stephanie’s lips back onto her own as her fingers kneaded the flesh through the faded jeans. Stephanie could feel herself becoming aroused, as her fingers traced around the nipples so easily brought to erection.

She wiggled her bottom as the fingers kneaded gently, their lips and tongues now playing freely with each other. As Stephanie raised her face, Hollandia’s fingers slid from the heaving buttocks and moved between them.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie moaned.

“You’ll see.”

The fingers gently unzipped the front and pulled the material apart, before sliding down and into the frilly panties. The thick muff tickled the palm, as a finger slid between that moist crevice.

Stephanie moaned as the hidden button was scraped lightly. Hollandia drew her lips back onto her own, a silvery tongue wriggling within.
Those moist fingers, now covered in that deep but lovely aroma of women slid a little quicker as Stephanie felt the sensation rise swiftly.

Then it stopped, reaching a plateau. The soft knob going numb at last. Her stepsister knew what that meant and applied just enough pressure.

Stephanie yelped as her orgasm burst overhead, hips pumping against those pleasure seekers.

As she calmed down at last, Hollandia broke the kiss and pushed Stephanie into an upright position.

“Enjoy that did we?”

“Oh sh.. I did.”

“Glad to hear it. Perhaps now you’ll fence with that boyfriend of yours?”

Stephanie nodded as the doorbell went.

“I’ll get it.”

Stephanie watched as Hollandia walked towards the door, still wearing that see through nightdress.

“Who is it?”

“Never mind, just my boyfriend that’s all.”

“You can’t go out dressed like that.”

There was no reply of course. When Stephanie went to that open door, Hollandia had vanished...

To be continued...