Krystal 2 (Fourth Of July 1992)

Krystal 2 Jill (b.1973), Krystal (b.1971), Lisa (b.1969) Lisa b1977 Krys b1979 Jill b1981 Background Early Sexuality (1981-1990) First Sexual Deviation (1991) Fourth of July: (1992) Franklin College was nice, but I yearned for the academic freedoms of a larger university, so I enrolled at IU (yes, where my sister was ) for my masters in Business Management which is now called Human Resources. My first year there, one of my profs asked me if I had any work lined up for the summer. Sure I did, waitressing at a restaurant at home, but I said that I was looking for something. He mentioned a supermarket chain in Indianapolis who could use a part-time manager to coordinate the stores during which I would gain valuable experience and perhaps a future position. The interview was gruesome and I thought I would never be hired, but a notice came and I was to start orientation the day after the semester ended. And I was SALARIED! Much more than I could make waitressing with tips. Along with the intent to hire letter were three homes that would house me during the summer as well as two apartment complexes they owned, but unfortunately, there were no available apartments. Just thinking about living with a family did not please me at all because I had developed a fairly strong sense of independence by now. First home, first phone call: Answered by a maid with an accent who gave me directions to the Washington Township area just off of Keystone Avenue. Cripes was I surprised! A Hispanic lady, mid-40s, answered the door and led me to a small office where I was met by a beautiful woman in her mid-50s, endearing smile, warm and friendly. The casual conversation allowed her to delve into my character and personality without me knowing and within a half hour, she asked if I wanted to be shown to my room. Away we went to the back of the house and up some stairs about a half story. It wasn't a room, but a 3 room suite! Everything self-contained, kitchen appliances, sitting room TV, desk, full bathroom. We sat down in front of the TV and she laid out the rules which were reasonable. She also offered me free rent if I would help Alicia with some of the work but not over 10 hours a week and no weekends. She said Alicia had to work 10 hours a day to keep up and she was going to quit if this work schedule continued. Gosh, free rent, so I took the position. A large van arrived at school, Alicia and her husband hopped out and in no time, my paltry, college belongings were loaded up and we headed towards my summer home just a couple hours away. Her hubby (never did know his name) was quiet the whole ride, but Alicia and I chatted about how we grew up and some funny things in our lives. She was in the middle but had to push over against me to avoid the gear shift on the floor. As we rode and chatted, I was aroused at seeing our bare legs next to each other presenting such a contrast between her dark, olive skin and my pale white legs. We shifted around from time to time, but the contact was there throughout the trip. After everything was unloaded, Alicia showed me around the house which was considerably large, 6 bedrooms, three baths upstairs. Large kitchen and formal dining room, two bathrooms, another "kitchenette" where everybody usually ate, L-shaped living room and two dens with TVs, downstairs. There was a small, covered exercise pool outside adjacent to a large patio, grill, tables, and another TV. Alicia sat me down on the patio and presented her plan which was that I would make sure the bathrooms were cleaned and the towels washed. Towels, when used, were replaced with clean ones daily but she assured me there were plenty of towels for a week unless there were guests. Bathrooms were to cleaned twice a week. My workplace was nonexistent. I was to utilize other employees' desks while they were on vacation or at the branch stores and my first task was to make a schedule for them based upon the needs of my supervisor. Work was work, sometimes easy mostly difficult but everyone guided me through the process, were polite and patient. I was too busy to become aroused and honestly, there was nothing there that stimulated me. However, at my suite, I discovered that Alicia would often make my bed after I left in the morning and then turn it down while I was eating supper with the family. One morning, she slipped in while I was showering and totally surprised me as I sauntered into the bedroom stark naked! "Oh shit!" I said in a startled voice. "I'll get you a towel," she replied, and before I could say a word, she whisked past me and was back with a towel. Meanwhile, I had retreated to the other side of the room and was grabbing for clothes to cover myself. She came over to me, towel held wide and said, "First of all, there's no swearing in this house. Do what you want elsewhere, but not here. Those are the missus rules not mine, but I don't like swearing either." As I stepped forward to take the towel, she met me and wrapped it under my arms and around my body before I could get a hold of it. She tucked it in back of me so it stayed in place by itself. "Second, you are a very pretty girl, thank you," she breathed, and stepped away to admire me. Then she went about finishing my bed and left me to get ready for the morning. Pretending to brush out my hair, I couldn't help but feel that familiar warmth creep through my pussy, but I pushed away those feelings knowing that this just wasn't a good thing to pursue. I would have to be more careful around her for fear of jeopardizing my job and suite. The next few weeks went by without any confrontations. Alicia walked me through the cleaning and washing process and mentioned how grateful she was that I could help her. I couldn't help but notice that even though she was 38 years old, she was fit and lithe. I was 5'4" and she was at least 3" taller, broader, and I loved her unblemished, brown skin. Baggy shorts, T-shirt, and tenners were what she wore almost all the time that summer, but her figure still showed through. Alicia continued making my bed and turning it down a couple times a week but my entrance into the bedroom was with a towel wrapped around me. She would start small conversations, made certain I was comfortable with the cleaning, and after a month we were sharing our home lives and girl talk. She and her husband had no children, she couldn't carry a baby to term, which saddened me. Her husband was a construction worker and often away during the week but home every weekend. One morning, being an empathetic person, I made the mistake of commenting that she probably missed him. She busied herself with the sheets and proceeded to enlighten me about the passionate Latin culture and how she was raised to "please her man". Knowing I was treading deep water, I wanted to take the conversation in a different direction, but was fascinated by the ease in which she discussed the issue. Being raised in a rather conservative family and environment, family talk about such subjects was not broached, only one-on-one with my mother. Mom never mentioned her "relationship" with Dad and we sisters were left to our imagination when it came to that. There was no hint of it in our household other than an occasional hug and kiss between them. Alicia was proud that her hubby was gentle and thoughtful, which she thought was rare in the Latin male population, but it was obvious that they both respected each other. Arousal was creeping into my loins, but I pretended to brush my hair and remain calm while watching her smooth legs and behind as she bent across the bed, all the while she was telling me that he knew every part of her and what it needed. "Oh I'm boring you, huh?" she said as she stood up and turned to face me. She caught me staring at her and I blushed deeply. "Maybe I just talk too much. Sometimes I think you young girls need to hear this. I am embarrassing you, huh?" She turned to leave but I quickly said, "It's OK, thank you! I'm sorry I don't have things like that to share with you." Then I blurted something that just came out without thinking, "I'm still a virgin, you know." Why I decided to share that unimportant and private information with her, I'll never know. Maybe it was to defend my inability to tell her about my sexual exploits, because I really didn't have much to tell. Perhaps I wanted her to know that I was actually pretty naive and that I appreciated her advice. But there it was, hanging in the air between us. "Then we talk about that next time, if you want to," was her reply as she left my suite. Oh shit, I thought to myself as I threw my brush on the bed. I'm so stupid! She must think I'm an idiot! But the pulsing between my legs was becoming more persistent and not easily ignored. I pulled off the towel, flopped on the bed and spread my legs. My pussy was wet and sensitive. I had only a few minutes before I had to get on my way, and within seconds I knew this was going to be a quick orgasm. My finger was already wet, but I have always enjoyed slipping it into my pussy for more and then bringing it up to my swollen clit. I came so fast it took me surprise and I was done in only a couple minutes, the fastest I have ever cum in my life! The bus ride to work was interesting with my wet panties sticking to my matted pubic hair. My thoughts all day were on my morning antics and what to do. Remembering my still wonderful times with my other two sisters, I wasn't so concerned about my attraction to another woman, but this was the first time I wanted to continue...continue what? Cripes I was confused. Fourth of July brought us all back together again although I'll have to admit to visiting Lisa several times on campus where she was in her masters program. We kept this from Jill whom we knew would be jealous as hell and angry that we were together without her. She was at Indiana State but now at home for the summer waitressing (yes my old job) and was without transportation. She had a one room apartment off campus, cheap but efficient, so we slept together in her only bed making every night sensual and memorable with our touches and love-making. Love-making?? Well I guess, yes. Our bond was becoming stronger each time we were together...each time we made love. To say I adored my big sister was an understatement and she fully returned my affection. We talked about it a few times, both frightened that we were becoming dependent upon each others' affection, but always caving in to our love for each other that went beyond being sisters. The Fourth was spent with my two sisters as Mom and Dad took off for the Northern Indiana lake country with friends. We had the whole house and five full days to be with each other. Our first attempts at teasing each other were awkward, but Lisa took the lead giving us both caresses, tweaks, and hugs that soon warmed us both up and within the afternoon of the 3rd, we were at each other constantly. Since we had the house and all the time in the world to ourselves, we rarely wore any clothes, spent most of the time inside, and every opportunity was made to climax as much as possible. The close bonding began to deepen, just like with Lisa and I, and soon Lisa was calling us "her lovers" which was a very accurate description. Jill and I were at her beck and plea, not because she dominated us, but because we WANTED to please her which ultimately lead to our pleasure as well. We skipped the local fireworks on the Fourth and instead, Lisa said she had some fireworks of her own planned. She lead us to the bathroom where she lathered and rinsed us both in the shower. Then she got out some scissors and snipped them several times looking directly at our hairy pussies. We all had shaved for our swim suites, but by the look in Lisa's eyes, I knew she had more planned. "Youngest first," she said with a devious smile. Jill obediently leaned back on the floor and Lisa immediately attacked her pubic hair. Her right hand snipped while her left fingers probed and rubbed and by the look on Jill's face, it was most pleasurable. My fingers were busy with my clit as Jill's hair was reduced to about a half inch. Lisa asked for the shower head which I gave her and she soaped and rinsed Jill thoroughly pushing a finger into her and probing that very sensitive spot on the roof of her vagina. "Ugh, ugh," breathed Jill and she started humping, but Lisa said that was enough for now and turned to me. "And now the middle sister," so Jill and I exchanged places and soon Lisa's fingers found my clit as she expertly trimmed my bush to shorter than Jill's. "Don't cum, Krys. It's not time," but she continued teasing and rubbing me making me plead for her to stop or I'd cum. Jill didn't help much as she stood behind Lisa providing me with a wonderful view of her trimmed pussy which she fondled and edged right in front of me. "OK, then, that looks good" and Lisa shoved her finger inside me and immediately probed the spot which made be yelp and immediately hump her hand. "Tsk, tsk, Krys, not yet. You have always been so impatient." "Who will trim me?" she asked. Jill said she was afraid of cutting her and my hands were still shaking from being so aroused. "I'll try," I said in hoarse whisper. Lisa laid on the shower floor, spread her legs revealing a red, swollen pussy, her wetness running down her legs. I went to work trimming slowly, but got more bold and used my left fingers to do a little rubbing as well. My trim was well done and even shorter than Lisa had done. Wetness oozed out of her and I knew what I had to do. My long index finger easily entered her and I curled it upwards feeling the top of her vagina and probed her. "Shit, ugh, ugh!" she breathed, "Stop, Jill!" I did for just a couple seconds, but continued again until she spread her legs wide and hunched forward. Then I quickly removed it leaving her on the verge but not quite there. "You bitch! I was almost there!" and then we all started laughing, but not for long. Lisa looked up, "Get the razor and finish me. Shave me clean just like you do your legs." Jill and I looked at each other, "Not me," said Jill, so I grabbed the razor, soaped her up and began the task. This time, no playing around, just concentrating on not nicking her or cutting off her clit . It only took five minutes and she was done. She turned around and crap, there was more hair under her bottom that I had missed, but soon she was shaved and smooth. We marveled at the look, smooth as a baby, pouty lips, clit barely sticking out between them. Tired of kneeling on the floor, I turned and let Lisa shave me and then she also did Jill. We rinsed off again, dried and all stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door, smiling and complementing ourselves. What really amazed us was how much out pussies looked alike and in fact we thought they looked identical. Out comes the Polaroid camera, we spread our legs wide, snap, snap, snap. It took 10 minutes to dry, but as the images appeared, there was basically no difference. "Ok, I'll mix them up and then we'll try to guess which one was which," suggested Jill. She hid them behind her back, mixed them up and brought them out so we could see and sure enough, we really could not determine who was who. Worse, we forgot to label them, so have never known. Jill kept them, later scanned and digitized them for us and I still have them hidden away on my laptop. She later destroyed the original Polaroids for fear that in all the moving she did, they would become misplaced and discovered...what a horrible thought! But that camera was destined to capture more memorable events. The evening...? Well what do you think? We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We looked just like when we were little except our bulging clitorises and thickened inner lips were proof we were well past puberty, but we acted like little girls wrestling around, grabbing, pinching and rubbing ourselves to several orgasms. Just when we thought we couldn't do it again, someone would arouse someone else and another ecstatic moan would soon follow triggering more arousal and play. We fell asleep in each others arms on our parents king size bed around 3:30 a.m. Morning was awful, groggy, and a bit sore "down there", so we basically showered and met in the kitchen for breakfast...still no clothing. Coffee was taken in the living room and we all sat spread-eagle and commented on how much we liked our smooth look and how much we cared for each other. Jill thought we had become lesbians, I thought we were bisexual, Lisa just said she loved us both so much. Lisa took her hand to her pussy and gently caressed it, spreading it apart so we both could see. "Watch me do myself," she demanded and Jill and I took ringside seats on the floor in front of her and watched as she circled her clit, dipped into her pussy, and circled her clit again and again. "I'm going to be fast, but keep away from your pussies or I'll stop and finish by myself in the bathroom." There we were, watching a tantalizing sight, but being denied self pleasure. Sure enough, in less than two minutes, Lisa was bent over convulsing to her orgasm as we watched her pussy contract and drool. She jumped down from the chair, pushed me back on the floor and her mouth trailed little tongue kisses across my nipples, abdomen and then quickly latched onto my pussy. "Ugh, ugh, ugh. Don't stop!" I moaned. She didn't and my orgasm was quickly upon me. It was intense and rocked every fiber in my being. I clasped my breasts as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me. My breathing stopped and my body went rigid, then blackness enveloped me. When I came to, I was dizzy and confused, but the throbbing between my legs reminded me of where I was and what had happened. Lisa then attacked Jill the same way and soon her legs were rigid and she humped Lisa's mouth. Her body stiffened, breathing stopped, her face was contorted and crimson. She lay convulsing on the floor with little gasps and grunts, she was gasping for air and still thrusting her hips, so Lisa inserted a finger and hit her pleasure spot. "Ugh, ugh, UGH!" gasped Jill with her legs clasped tightly around Lisa's hand. Little jerks and moans told us she was done as she lay limp and moaning on the floor. "Oh that was the best, Lisa! Oh shit that was good!" Again, we slept in our parent's bed, cuddling and whispering our love for each other until about 3 a.m. The touching and caressing began, but this time we each were treated with a taste of each other. Oh it was so easy to climax with a warm mouth and soft tongue on your pussy. That was one of the first things I taught my hubby. Sunday was a day-long orgy until Mom and Dad returned around 7 p.m. That last night was spent together as a family, but by the look on my sisters' eyes, we were all waiting for bedtime where we didn't at all disappoint each other. Mom made a big breakfast and by noon we were packed and ready to go. The parting was very difficult and emotional, lots of tears and long hugs, Jill was left at home to finish out the summer. Within two hours I was driving up the driveway to my suite with an ache between my legs and heart. (continued)