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Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female Domination, Female/Female, First Time, Group Sex, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male / Female, Threesome, Virginity, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

low, they struggled, and the photographer had trouble getting the perfect shot. Ulysses was there, working a different photo shoot. He said hello to them, asking them how were things with the family. Stacey and Trish glanced at one another again, shaking their head. Ulysses didn’t pry, only saying he was sorry they were having a tough time. On New Year’s Eve they managed to finish up early. Stacey bought a couple of wine bottles, headed back to their hotel room, and started drinking. She uncorked the top and drank straight from the bottle, handing Trish the other bottle. She smiled, quietly taking it, pouring herself a plastic cup full of wine. They said nothing for the next 15 minutes until Stacey’s wine bottle was halfway empty. Stacey broke the silence. “Tub, you and me,” She said, standing, pulling off her t-shirt, unhooking her bra, stepping out of her thong. Trish downed the rest of her wine and joined Stacey. They waited for the water to fill the tub, testing it to see it wasn’t too hot. Stacey slid in first, taking a wine bottle with her. Trish followed, sitting across from her sister. They traded the bottle back and forth, sipping from it until it was gone. More silence, in the hot, soothing water, resting their heads back against the edge of the tub. They traded a few looks, their mouths opened as though they were going to speak, but changed their minds. “Trish,” Stacey said. “Stacey,” Trish said at the same time. “Sorry, you first.” Stacey said nothing, shaking her ... head. “I think,” “I think we both know the same piece of information,” Stacey said, then burped. “We do, yes,” Trish confirmed. A small smile formed on Stacey’s face. “Our sons have crushes on their mothers. Except it’s a little more than a crush isn’t it?” “It’s much more than a crush,” Trish replied. Stacey started laughing, the wine helping her see the humor it in, Trish following suit. “What in the world are we going to do?” Stacey asked. “No idea. They’ve missed out on so much because of us.” “They’d rather not have anyone if they can’t have us.” “They can’t,” Trish solemnly shook her head, staring at her breasts, under the water. “Well, I don’t know about that,” Stacey said, another small burp. “Huh?” She giggled, “You heard me.” “Are you suggesting incest?” Stacey shrugged. “Maybe.” “You’re drunk,” Trish said; the thought of sex with Bennet flooded her brain. “I’m drunk too,” she said, blaming those thoughts on the wine. Stacey was rubbing Trish’s knee, “I mean, look at you and I. We’re naked all the time around each other. Some of the stuff we’ve done borders on incest.” “True,” Trish’s fingers were lightly caressing Stacey’s calf. “Hell, I’ve tasted your pussy on a cock before. I’ve tasted your saliva.” “Same here.” “I’m not a lesbian, but if someone ordered me to make love to woman for some reason, you’d be the only choice,” Stacey admitted. Trish laughed. “I guess I could say the same about you.” The sisters smiled at one another, gazing into each other’s eyes for ...