1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 21 — A very welcome home from Meg & Jan for the sibs

"Could not have timed it better, sweetie," Jo said to Megan when the youngster pulled into the pick-up slot at the airport, tossing her bag into the back of the SUV, Tess doing the same, afterwards.

The sibs had just arrived back home from their trip to Ireland, their duties as daughters to their parents fulfilled, now. They had interred the ashes of their parents in the Clancy family tomb, in the town of Cork, following the parents' wishes to the letter of their last Will and Testament.

"Hugs....I want hugs," Meg gleefully demanded of the sibs, "Ooooh, really missed you guys," the trio of good-looking young women hugging each other tightly.

"Missed you too, babe," Jo responded, honestly.

"Where's Janice? Tess asked as she buckled herself into the back seat of Jo's SUV which Megan had used to pick up the sibs.

"She'll be back in an hour or so, some family crap she had to do with her parents," Meg explained as she checked the mirrors for traffic before pulling out to the exit lane to leave the terminal.

"You guys still planning on staying over tonight?" Jo inquired, stretching off the kinks from the long, overseas flight.

"If it's still okay, we'd really like to," Meg replied with a sideways glance of her eyes to Jo, trying to see if there was 'interest' in them doing so.

"Shit, stay the fucking weekend if you want to, baby," Tess said while she stretched her stiffness away in the back seat, "that'd be okay, wouldn't it, Jo?"

"Yeah, that'd be fine with me; guess it's really up to the girls and their parents," Jo opined further on the issue.

"Not a problem for us," Megan replied, "my parents will be upstate at my grandmother's and I think Janice said that her parents would be visiting some friends, as well."

"Sounds like a plan..." Tess said, "the only thing is," she continued, "I don't want to go anywhere, don't want to do anything that requires traveling anywhere, done enough traveling for a while," her feelings on the matter quite plain and concise.

"Why don't you two just relax and let Jan and I cook up a meal for the four of us tonight? Maybe go swimming afterwards? Megan suggested further.

"Seriously? You and Jan?" Jo asked, seeking clarification that she and Jan could cook.

"Yes, me and Jan.....you're not the only one with kitchen skills, Jo," Meg replied with a chuckle.

"Okay, girlfriend, bring it....let's see what you got," was the amused reply from Jolene.

"You already know what I have," the bemused Megan responded with a snarky, leery grin, "and you love it!"

"Can't argue with that but, tempting as your sweet ass is, I don't want to make Janice jealous or mad, baby," Jo agreed with a chuckle.

"Actually......," Meg began her reply to Jo's comment but, instead, let her voice trail off into silence.

"Actually? Actually, what?" Tess demanded from the back seat, her mind-trip to the memory of her romp with the Irish boi-chick, Claire, momentarily interrupted by Meg's comments.

"Don't be mad, okay?....Jan and I sorta' had a threesome at your house the other night," Meg confessed, "I know y'all didn't want us to have a party or a bunch of people over and we didn't, we really didn't," Megan gushed, rushing her words so that the sibs wouldn't be mad at her for abusing their kindness of allowing she and Jan to have some private time while the sibs were overseas.

"Sorta'? What do you mean, sorta'? You either had a threesome or you didn't, no sorta' about that," Tess declared with a smile to Meg in the rearview mirror.

"Well, okay, we HAD a threesome at the house....okay?" Meg 'fessed up to the sibs.

"Anyone we know?" was Jo's only question about the matter, her curiosity piqued.

"Don't think so," Meg responded as she signaled her turn off of the interstate to their exit, "Beverly is a classmate of ours...graduated with us this year; sort of a geeky, nerdy chick that was in band with us."

"And?" Tess inquired, her own curiosity piqued as well.

"Janice and I ran into her at the mall, kinda' hung out with her there and Janice asked her to join us for an afternoon swim afterwards," Meg explained.

"And?" Jo pressed.

"Well, Bev didn't have a suit with her, of course, so we told her that we'd all swim bare-assed and you could see that the suggestion hit a hot-button with her.....anyway, when we hit the pool, naked, the girl's body was not to be believed! I mean, who knew?, she certainly never dressed at school in any way that showed that she had a 'hot' body," Meg recounted for the sibs.

"And?" the request for more being sounded by both of the sibs now, their attention having been gotten.

"So....after the sun went down-it was around five before we got home from the mall-I stole some of y'all's Tequila-sorry,guys-and we all got tipsy," Meg 'fessed, "Janice started putting some moves on Bev, and I thought that was hot and joined in, and, well, Janice and I wound up fucking Bev like crazy out there on the patio, on that large chaise-lounger thingy," the redness of embarrassment creeping up the side of her neck when she admitted it.

"I'm gonna' go out on a limb here and conclude that Bev enjoyed it?" Tess remarked a bit smart-assedly.

"Oooh yeah, she surely did; gave as good as she got," Meg confirmed.

"Hmmph," Jo said simply, "Didn't know that Janice would be into threesomes."

"Yeah, neither did I.....but, I'm okay with that, of course," Megan remarked, "though I should've had a clue after she got super-horny a while back when we watched one of Tess' 'chick-flicks' about threesomes," laughing after she said that.

"Yep....good porn will do that to you," Jo affirmed with a smile.

"Shit, bad porn will do that to you," Tess corrected which brought laughing agreement from her car-mates.

Pulling into the garage of the Clancy home, Megan hit the remote to lower the garage doors, the two sibs sighing as they exited the car.

"Damn, it's good to be home," Jo averred, dragging her bag behind her into the house.

"Tru 'dat, sister-girl, tru 'dat," Tess agreed with a smile.

"You guys do what you have to do while I make up a list for dinner, okay?" Megan suggested, perusing the pantry and cupboards for what was there and what would be needed for their dinner.

"Sounds good to me," Tess called over her shoulder from the stairwell as she made her way upstairs.

"Ditto," agreed Jo, doing the same but wondering why her bag suddenly seemed about fifty pounds heavier as she neared the top of the stairs. Looking to Tess, the two sibs simply smiled their love for the other.

"Don't know 'bout you, Jo, but I think I'll unpack later; I'm going to lay down for a nap, I think," Tess said as the weariness of the overseas flight wrapped its arms around her.

"Me too," Jo agreed, "See you later."

Going upstairs to alert the sibs that she was heading to the market, Meg found them both fast asleep in their own beds. Carefully, closing their doors behind her, she smiled to herself at the closeness of her relationship with Tess and Jo.

And, it wasn't just about the great sex, no, not at all.......

"Damn, but that felt soooooo good," stretching as she said it, Jo continued downstairs, a large bath towel around her, another in her hands as she dried her hair from the shower.

Looking up from the den towards her voice, Janice and Meg simply smiled at the older Clancy girl. They, Meg and Jan, had been lounging on a couch watching a movie on TV, Jan's body stretched out longways, laying against Megan's. Surprisingly, they weren't engaged in any sexual play while doing so, a rarity for them since the start of their romance.

"Tess still asleep?" Janice asked of Jo as the older sib approached them on the couch.

"Nope. Heard her shower running when I walked past her room......whoa, what is that delicious smell that just hit my nose?" Jo asked when she caught a whiff of the aromas emanating from her kitchen.

"That be supper, Ms. Jolene," Janice replied with a faux-accent of a southern slave speaking to her mistress, "It be ready real soon, Ma'am, yes'm, it surely will."

"Cute." Jo replied with a smirk, "real cute Jan, but I have to tell you girl, t'aint no way you'd ever be anybody's slave," chuckling afterwards.

"Too bad, that might be fun," Jan replied with a grin and a wink to Jo.

Hmmph, was Jo's reaction to that bit of double-entendre play from the young Afro-American chick.

"Seriously, what is it?" Jo pressed for an answer, following Jan into the kitchen.

"Chicken and Sausage gumbo, slow-cooking in the crockpot," Jan answered, holding the lid off to the side for Jo to peek a look and a sniff, stirring off to the side to give Jo room to do so.

"Wow, something smells good," Tess' voice called from the foot of the stairs as she walked towards the kitchen to join the others, dressed casually in a top and shorts.

"That's what I'm saying.....get a whiff of this, babe," Jo replied, stepping aside for Tess to do just that.

Turning the pot to the lowest setting, Jan commented, "Old family recipe from my dad's mom." Grabbing a pot from the cabinet, she started the process of measuring the rice that she'd need for their meal, then adding the water afterwards.

"Meg's cooking a sweet potato casserole in the oven to go with the gumbo and all that's left to do is to put the french bread to warm in the oven and serve the meal," Jan informed the sibs, beaming brightly with pride, justifiably it should be noted.

"Well, I'm gonna' throw some clothes on before we eat, don't start without me," Jo warned the trio as she rushed upstairs to dress.

Oh no, don't worry about that, Jo, Janice thought to herself as she stirred the rice that was now tumbling in the boiling water, wouldn't dream of starting without you, smiling at her private thoughts........

"Ladies? To the both of you," Jo toasted Megan and Janice, "I'll admit it, I had my doubts, but you two have whipped up a simply scrumptious meal; my bad for having doubted you," clinking her glass of Rose against theirs.

"Agreed!" Tess affirmed, "Excellent in every way and Meg? your sweet potato casserole is the best I've ever had, next to Mom's, and sweetie, that's a hell of a compliment," Jo nodding her head in agreement with Tess' evaluation of said dish.

"Damn, not only are they good looking and sexy, but they can cook! Who knew?" Jo joked to the table.

"It's the least we could do for y'all since you allowed Janice and I to stay here while y'all were gone," Meg replied to the compliments from the sibs, "But, I'm glad you find it worthy," smiling her gladness to the sibs.

"Beyond worthy, girl; Janice? Is there any way I could talk you into sharing that gumbo recipe with me?" Jo asked the young black woman.

"Pretty sure you could talk me into sharing anything, Jo, but, sure, not a problem," Jan replied with a twinkle in her eye to Jo and a wink afterwards.

"Sounds promising, thanks," Jo replied, wondering if the remark meant as much in promise as she hoped it did.

No doubt about it, Jo was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of Jan during their meal. Dressed in a skimpy top and ass-hugging gym shorts, Jan was keeping Jo's horny-motor running, no doubt about that at all. As the four of them ate and talked, Jo had to fight hard to keep her thoughts focused on the table conversation, visions of Jan's naked, brown body laying in her bed crowding into her consciousness.

What Jo didn't know, couldn't know, was that Janice was having the same problem, keeping her mind on their conversation in front of her thoughts of eating Jo's pussy. She had shared her thoughts with Meg about Jo when she and Meg had started meeting at Jo's house for sex play in the afternoons, after school.

After one such afternoon of intense sex with Megan, she, Meg, had shared the fact that she had been with both of the Clancy sisters in threesomes. She shared that, after Tess had returned to school that spring, she and Jo had many memorable afternoons of sex with each other. Janice had then told Meg that she thought Jo to be incredibly sexy and openly wondered how good she'd be as a sex partner.

"Absolutely fabulous," had been Meg's reply to that question, causing Jan to desire Jo even more. Sure, this girl-girl sex thing was new, and welcomed, to her world, but, thought Jan, exploring is exploring and she definitely wanted to explore Jolene Clancy, if given the chance.

The thing is, even though Megan and Janice were absolutely crazy for each other since their first fuck, they were also both adventurous about their sexual appetites. Had either had their first sex with a guy, perhaps it'd be the same for them in wanting to explore, but it hadn't been a guy and for the both of them, that wasn't a problem.

So, plans to be 'roomies' at college aside, neither thought their relationship to be 'exclusive' or 'forever', no, they were smarter than that. But, would they enjoy it for as long as it ran its course?

Oh yeah, take THAT to the bank......

"Missed you," Tess said softly when she handed Meg a beer from the den's mini-fridge, "been a while for you and me," her eyebrow raised when saying it.

"It has, hasn't it?" Megan replied after sipping her long-neck brew, ice-cold as always, "doesn't mean it has to be, does it?"

"I was kinda' hoping you'd say that," Tess smilingly replied, "maybe after a bit of swimming you and I could sneak off for a little playtime?"

"That'd work," Megan agreed, "though I don't think we'd have to sneak off to enjoy a little time with each other; it'd give Jan a shot at getting to know Jo and I know for a fact she'd really like that," chuckling at her own comment.

Sure do like this girl, Tess thought as she and Megan eye-fucked each other while sipping their beers, wonder if she'd like fucking a boi-butch, she thought further, visions of Claire refusing to leave her mind-theatre....

"There...I think I got it all right," Janice told Jo, "you know how it is with cooking stuff you've been cooking all your life from memory, it just sorta' happens by itself."

Jo asked Jan for her gumbo recipe but since it was an oral tradition that had been handed down in her family, she had to write it out for Jo.

"Yes, I do and thank you for sharing this with me, it really was good," Jo smilingly replied when taking the recipe card from Janice's grip.

"Share anything with you, Jo," Jan mysteriously replied.

There she fucking goes again with those damned double-entendre comments, Jo thought in that instant, well, we'll just see if she's blowing smoke or not, Jo decided just as quickly.

"Better be careful, sweetie, I might just take you up on that," Jo replied leeringly, her eyes hard on Jan's face while saying it.

"Promises, promises," Jan flirted back.

"Oh, not a promise, babygirl, a definite guarantee," vollied Jo.

"I wouldn't stop you, you know," advantage Jan.

"I wouldn't want you to," Jo replied, moving closer to Jan's luscious lips for the 'kill shot'.

Placing her hands to Jan's smooth skin of her face, Jo drew the brown-skinned beauty's pouty-begging-to-be-kissed lips to her own, sliding her tongue deep into the eighteen year-old's mouth which brought a deep, loud moan of pleasure from Janice as she responded.

Game, set, match to Jolene.....

"C'mon, babe, let's hit the pool," Tess said, pulling Megan by the hand, behind her.

As usual, Tess enjoyed watching Meg strip down while she did the same. Something about the teenager's body just, well, just sorta' appealed to her. Wasn't all that special, Tess thought, slipping her panties from her ankle, but no matter, Tess enjoyed looking at the naked Meg and for her, that was enough.

Must be something to the thing she'd always heard that one's first sexual partner would always be special, Megan thought as she surfaced after diving into the pool. Back there, on the decking when they took off their clothes, Megan became wetter and wetter with desire as Tess stripped off her garments. Tess would remain special to her forever, Meg had decided, gripping the edge of the pool to catch her breath, of that, Megan was sure.....

"Wha...," Jan started to say, her eyes popping open and her lips still pursed.

"I'm going swimming, join me?" Jo said, interrupting whatever it was Janice was going to say. Turning, her back to Jan, Jo smiled to herself as she headed to the deck and pool.

Always leave 'em wanting more, Jo thought to herself, less is definitely more, and sliding the patio door open, she stepped outside....

Oh no, she didn't, Janice thought when Jo broke off their kiss and walked off. No fucking way we're stopping this, quickly following Jo outside....

Breaking water on the deep end after shallow-diving from the other end, Tess came up right next to Megan who was still gripping the edge of the pool. Shaking the strands of wet hair from her eyes, Tess treaded water while holding onto Megan's hips with her hands to keep her in place.

"Don't drown on me," Meg teasingly said to Tess, placing one of her hands to Tess' rib cage, slightly pulling her closer to her own body.

"Would you rescue me if I started going down?" Tess asked softly.

"Not if you were going down on me," Meg joked back, "Never, if you were going down on me."

"Miss me a little bit, do you?" Tess cooed her question to her teenager.

"Miss you a lot, actually," Megan replied just before leaning in to meet Tess' approaching lips with her own.

Their kiss was, at first, soft and tender but, as was always the case with Tess and Meg, soon took on a life of its own, the familiar taste of each other's lips and mouths, the driving force behind that....

Watching her sis and Meg kiss each other on the far end of the pool, Jo heard the patio door slide close behind her, heard the scuffle of Janice's bare feet on the deck as the Afro-teenager approached her from behind. Pulling off her skimpy tee at that moment, Jo dropped it to the ground at her feet.

"Undo my bra, baby," Jo said softly to Jan, 'feeling' the presence of the teenager as she stopped behind her.

"What?" Jan replied.

"I think you heard me, baby, I said, undo my bra," Jo repeated, her voice a bit firmer this time.

She did.

Nimbly, silently, Jan unhooked the clasps of Jo's bra. Turning to face Jan, Jo then let her bra drop from her arms and her girls, Jan's eyes hard on Jo's almost-perfect D-cups, Jo's nipples hard and begging to be sucked, Jan thought fleetingly as she stared at them.

Without a word to Jan, Jo simply lifted her chest upwards as she pulled Jan's head downward to her boobs.

"Suck them for a bit, sweetie, I'd really like that," Jo said as she pushed her nipple between Jan's parting lips.

She did.

And while Jan obeyed Jo's command and sucked on Jo's breasts, she felt her stomach flutter as Jo's hand slipped into her gym shorts, Jo's fingers doing a slow crawl towards Jan's so-wanting-to-be-touched young snatch.

Jan didn't mean to gasp that little sound when Jo's fingers found their target, she really didn't but damn it to hell, Jo's fingers were doing things that were just un-fucking-believable to her, now-wet, pussy.

"Take off your clothes, babygirl, let's go play in the water," Jo suddenly said while quickly removing her hand from the youngster's sopping pussy.

Quicker than you could say 'strip', they were naked and in the water, Jo's arms wrapped around Jan's shoulders and back, Jo's lips wrapped around Janice's gnawing lips and tongue.

So wrapped up were they in their kiss and, soon, fondling of each other, neither took notice of Tess and Megan leaving the pool, arms around each other, walking back into the house.....

"Mmph, mmmph...huhh, huhhhh," shorts gasps of satisfaction leaked from Megan's lips, her mouth full of one of Tess' breasts. Below, Tess was three-fingers wide and, two knuckles deep, into Meg's snatch, her 'fucking' of the teenager, hard, lustful, and almost, hurtful.

 Megan cared not, the pleasure overwhelmed whatever discomfort and pangs of pain that resulted from Tess' fingers and hand.

Tess had her head thrown back, her own breaths coming in short bursts as her excitement grew, as she pictured the Irish boi she had fucked roughly on their last night in Dublin. Had Megan had a boi-cut of hair, she might not have survived the fingering from Tess.........

"OhmyGod, ohmyGod.....Sweet Mother of God!!!..." Jan's voice cried into the night. Thankfully, in their somewhat exclusive community, Tess and Jo's backyard had high walls of stone and the nearest neighbor was almost a quarter-mile away.

Right next door? Oh yeah, Janice would have been heard.

Jo was laying on her back, on the large chaise lounge by the pool, her head between the Afro-teenager's knees. With her arms wrapped around Jan's hips, Jo's fingers dug deeply into the youngster's ass-cheeks, Jo pulling the sweet tasting pussy harder against her mouth and tongue. The more she pulled, the more intense was Jan's orgasms.

They, she and Jan, had played kissy-face in the pool with each other for a very pleasurable, long while, both getting off in the water from the fingering of their pussies by the other. They kissed hungrily, tongues dueling constantly, nipples being bitten and chewed upon, neither giving a damn if the Pope himself walked out onto the deck, now.

Bringing Jan by her hand to the chaise, Jo laid down, instructing Jan how to kneel on the narrow chaise so that Jo could get her 'taste' and Jan could get her 'rocks'. Of course, they sixty-nined, Janice seemingly crazy with need as she traded licks and sucks with Jo's busy mouth. But, when Jo slipped a finger deep into Janice's asshole while sucking Jan's clit deep into her mouth, well damn, what's a girl to do?

She screamed her pleasure loudly and proudly into the night air of that late summer night, is what she did............

During a break from their fucking of each other, Tess told Meg of her fling with the Irish, androgynous, Claire, told Meg of the 'strange' turn-on from fucking the Irish butch-boi, told of how the memory of that encounter simply would not leave her head. Hearing Tess' confession made Megan so damned hot and horny, the teenager pulled Tess to sit on her face and gave the soon-to-be graduate student the ride of her life. Megan's pussy-eating skills just kept getting better and better, Tess thought as she moved her pussy back and forth over her teenaged lover's mouth and tongue, another orgasm climbing from deep within her to explode yet again.

For her part, Megan's mind-theatre flickered with visions of she, Megan, on her knees between the legs of a line of butch-bois waiting to be serviced by Ms. Megan and Meg found that so incredibly, fucking hot, yes indeed, she did......

Janice was on her stomach now, laying on the chaise lounge, her head raised and turned towards Jo's bobbing head, watching as the ex-army officer held her asscheeks apart with strong fingers, Jo's head flush against the brown skin of Janice's very fine, toned ass, Jo's tongue dancing up and down Jan's ass-crack, rimming Jan's asshole as it did so. Slipping two fingers into the eighteen year-old's unbeliveably sopping-wet pussy, Jo brought Janice to her millionth climax of the evening that caused the Afro-teenager's body to shake and quake with pleasures that Jan could not fucking believe were even possible......

The four women slept with their sex partners on that first night of the sibs' return to their home, slept with each other's 'gal', none of the four thinking it to be strange that they did so. When they got around to climbing out of bed the next morning after each pair had a 'good morning' round of sex, they drifted into the kitchen nook to enjoy that delicious first cup of coffee of the new day.

"Great coffee, Tess, thanks for making it for us," Jo said to her sister-lover.

"I made it for myself; you're lucky that I don't mind sharing," Tess joked back to Jo.

"I guess we're all lucky that none of us mind sharing," Megan quipped as she, this morning, was sitting next to her gal, Jan, both trading little nibbles of lips with each other as they sipped their cups of brew.

"Sorta' worked out well, I think," Jo commented with a wink to both Meg and Jan.

"So, what's up for the rest of the weekend, girls?" Tess asked as she stretched her arms over her head, her body still a bit kinked from the overseas flight of yesterday. First class or not, eight hours in a plane can kink the body, to be sure.

"I'm meeting with a real-estate agent to look at some possible sites for the place," Jo announced, the 'place' being Jo's planned eatery, "if anybody wants to tag along, have your ass ready by ten, okay?"

"I'd kinda like to, if you don't mind," Megan piped up to say, "if you don't mind, sweetie," the last comment addressed to her lover-friend, Janice.

"Knock yourself out, babe, think I'll stay here and hang out with Tess, maybe do some laps or something," Jan replied with a smile, then, a kiss to her lover-friend.

"Why don't you guys plan on meeting us for a late lunch?" Jo suggested to Tess and Jan, "I'll call you when we're done with the agent and tell you where to meet us."

"That'll work," Tess agreed after Jan nodded her head at the plan, "I'm going to jump into the shower and clean up, guys," standing and stretching after saying it.

"Hang on, I'll jump in with you," Jo said to her sis, "do your back for you."

"Fuck my back," Tess chuckled in response, "do my front," all four women laughing afterwards.....

(continued in chapter 22)

1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 20 — A new reality and a taste of Ireland fresh on their lips

Stunned silence.

There's no other phrase to describe the somber pall that enveloped their Aunt Agnes' living room, the truth of their lives having just been bared to Tess and Jo.

Seizing the opportunity, Maggie quickly poured their group some of her mother's valued Irish whiskey, it only used for special occasions.

Without waiting for the others, Agnes quickly lifted her glass to her lips, taking a healthy swig of the treasured blend.

"But, my father...I mean...mom's first husband..." Jo clumsily babbled after following her Aunt's example and taking a long swig of the whiskey, herself.

"He knew, Jolene," Agnes interrupted Jo to say, "and he loved your mother so much, he forgave her, taking you to raise as his own and never, ever throwing it up to her face that you were another man's child."

"He was a good man, Jolene, you need to know that," Agnes said further to her brother's daughter.

"But....my dad and mother?" Tess asked her aunt.

"When they knew that Christine was pregnant, they also knew that there was no way that they could be together as a couple, married or not, not as long as your grandfather, Shamus, was alive. Robert and Christine chose to go their separate ways, which led, eventually, to Robert meeting and marrying your mother, Theresa and settling into their separate married lives," Agnes continued to the girls.

"It was fate, coincidence, whatever you want to call it, that both of their spouses were to pass from this earth within a year of each other, and after Shamus-your grandfather, Jolene-passed and joined your grandmother in the hereafter, Robert and Christine reconnected, almost immediately, that's how strong their love for each other was," Agnes recounted, her eyes staring off into where? only she knew.

"So...that's why mom took the partnership offer, and why we moved," Jo contributed, "to be near my step-dad, I mean, dad..........Shit!, I don't know anything, anymore; I mean, what do I call him?"

"Jolene, you were fortunate to have two men in your life who loved you enough to be called your father; be happy for that, that's more than a lot of people have," Maggie said to her cousin.

More stunned silence. More drinking of fine Irish whiskey.

"I knew it!" Tess suddenly exclaimed, "I always knew that there was something really special about how we, as a family, connected so quickly when our parents married."

"It's also why Robert and Christine asked if Robert could legally adopt you, Jolene," Maggie said further as she poured more whiskey for their small family unit.

"Wow.....I'm sorry, this is all so much to take in at one time," Jo said to the women in that small living room, "I mean.....wow."

"I'm sorry if I've hurt you or offended you but, Mary Margaret was right, you both had to know the truth," Agnes said to her nieces.

"No, no, Aunt Agnes, it was absolutely the right thing to do and we love you for it," Tess said, getting up to hug Agnes, quickly followed by Jo, all of the women shedding tears of relief? of gladness?

"Mum, I think I'll bring the girls to my place now; it's been a long day for them already and I'm sure they need a bit of time to adjust to their news," Maggie said as she hugged her mother, "we'll pick you up at ten in the morning for the services, okay?"

"Thank you, luv; Jolene? Theresa? Your parents would be proud of the fine young women you are, but, I know you know that," Agnes said as she hugged her nieces goodnight.

"We do, Aunt Agnes, we do, and thank you," Jo said as she and Agnes hugged each other tightly.

The ride across town to Maggie's was a silent one, all three cousins understanding and, welcoming, the lack of conversation. Maggie took Tess and Jo up the back, outside stairs of her pub to drop their bags. That task completed, she then took the girls down the inside stairs to meet Beth.

"Beth, this is Jo and Tess, my American cousins; girls, my right-hand gal, Beth," Maggie said in introduction.

Beth was, the girls guessed, somewhere in her thirties, probably ten years or so younger than Maggie; five-six'ish, 130 pounds, give or take three and, all in all, attractive in a 'cute' sort of way.

"Pleased to meet you girls, hope you enjoy your stay in Ireland," Beth said with a smile, "Get you girls something to drink?"

"Jo, what was that we had the other night, at The Bean?" Tess asked her sis, the mention of The Bean causing Maggie and Beth to exchange quick glances with each other.

Knowing glances is what they were.

"Black and Tans, I believe," Jo answered, not unmindful of the exchanged looks between Maggie and Beth.

"Coming right up, ladies," and with that said, Beth did her thing and delivered perfect B and T's.

"Girls, feel free to come down and mingle after you've rested a bit, or not, as you wish. I'm sure you have a bit of talking to do. I'll stay down for a while and give Beth a hand with the factory crowd that will be here shortly," Maggie said to her cousins.

"Thanks, Maggie, I think we'll take your offer and go upstairs for a bit, thanks again," Jo answered for she and Tess.

The sibs took their ales with them and climbed the stairs back to the living quarters, settling in on a couch in the small living room. Neither said a word, both lost in their own thoughts for the moment.

Jo was the first to speak.

"Well, explains a lot, doesn't it?" referring to the revelation of their 'true' relationship.

"It does, but.....I've been trying to decide if it changes anything, you know, between you and me," Tess replied, taking a long pull at her tankard of ale, afterwards.

"And?" Jo questioned.

"For me? It really doesn't, Jo. I'm sorry, maybe it should but the honest-to-God's-truth is that, it doesn't, not in the least," Tess answered.

"Yeah. For me either, baby.......I know it's wrong on so many fucking levels but, I loved you when you were my step-sis and now? as my half-sis? I still love you...I can't change that, Tess, I simply can't," Jo replied, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Well, if we're damned for loving each other then we'll ride the train to hell together, Jo. I love you, that's the simple truth of it," Tess proclaimed just before taking Jo into her arms and sharing a sweet kiss of love, not lust, just pure, unadulterated love.

That's not a bad thing, folks, not in the least...

The services, the interment of Robert and Christine's ashes in the Clancy masoleum went off without a hitch. Sure, the girls would have loved for the Church to ritualize the ceremony with a priest's presence to conduct the services but, under the circumstances of the first-cousin relationship, they understood that the Church simply couldn't.

"Rest in peace, 'rents," Tess whispered under her breath, "you're home, now," believing that it truly made a difference.

Beliefs are strong, people.

Once back at Agnes' apartment, Jo and Maggie took over the kitchen to finalize the meal that had been left cooking in the slow oven while the group was at the services. Working like a well-oiled machine, both women took notice of the other's culinary skills as they worked on the final touches of their repast.

Genes ARE funny things.

Tess and Agnes spent the time catching up on the history of the two families, the Clancys and the O'Learys, Tess soaking it in like a sponge, the history-major side of her not able to get enough of their rich, long histories in the Emerald Isle.

During the day, the sibs went on day-trips, mostly with just Maggie, sometimes with Beth along, soaking up as much of the Irish experience as they could. Nights were spent, mostly, meeting and mingling with the locals in Maggie's pub but, with no dalliances with any of the locals. The sibs even restrained their desire, their need to make love to each other, both figuring that their family had enough secrets to deal with without adding to the pot, so to speak. Came the day, however, inevitably, that Tess and Jo said goodbye to their elderly Aunt and Maggie drove the girls back to Dublin, back to the Airport Hyatt, the day before their flight home to the States.

"Perhaps I'll take you up on the invitation to visit, cousins, sooner rather than later; I'm forty-two and I'd rather do it while I'm still young enough to enjoy it," laughing and hugging the sibs afterwards.

"The door's always open to you, Maggie; please do, please come and visit," and with that, not to mention a few tears, the cousins parted ways...

"Looking forward to going home, though I have to say, I loved our time here," Tess said over the noise of the shower as Jo fixed her makeup at the bathroom sink.

"Yeah, me too, I have mixed emotions about going home," Jo replied, leaning her hands on the sink and surveying her attempt at applying the little bit of makeup that she used, in the mirror.

Fuck it, she decided, it is what it is.

The girls decided that they would return to The Bean for their last night in Ireland, grab a couple of B&T's, as they now called them, and maybe shag some snatch. They were hornier than hell and though they knew they had each other, their desire to share some Irish pussy again, was first on the agenda for both.

"I'm going to check email while you finish getting ready, babe," Jo informed Tess over the noise of the shower. She wasn't at the laptop more than a minute when the familiar Skype alert tone announced an incoming call.

"Hey Meg, is anything wrong?" Jo asked when she saw who was calling.

"Nope, just checking in to see if you guys were still on schedule and all that," Meg smilingly replied when the video feed caught up with the audio of the call.

"Yep, we're at the hotel now, flight's on time, so unless you hear differently from us, still plan on picking us up tomorrow afternoon."

"Got it," the soon-to-be-college freshman confirmed, "Oh, guess what? We just found out that Janice and I's request to be roomies was approved; we'll share a dorm room at school."

Janice, like Megan, would be attending Tess' undergraduate school, both majoring in Music. Megan dropped her idea to major in biology, deciding instead that she really wanted to pursue a career in music education. Both she and Janice had been offered, and accepted, scholarships from the School of Music at the school.

"Aw, that's great, sugar....on a lot of different levels," Jo chuckled in response, referring, of course, to the teenagers' budding romance.

"Hey Jo!," came to greeting just before Jan stepped into the picture, her eighteen, soon to be nineteen, year-old brown body clad in just bra and panties.

"Hey yourself, good-looking, just heard the good news about the dorm assignments, congrats."

Wrapping her arms around, and standing behind, Megan, Janice smiled into the camera at Jo's image and grabbed one of Meg's boobs in her hand, "Yeah, gonna' have me some booty on call all the time," laughing as she juggled Meg's tit in her hand jokingly.

"Well, look you guys, got to run; don't forget to change the sheets, okay?" Jo reminded the two youngsters.

"S'matter? 'Fraid you might catch something?" Meg teasingly asked.

"Seriously, change the fucking sheets, Meg," Jo replied, serious, but laughing.

"Just teasing, I will....see y'all tomorrow night; oh, is it okay if Janice and I stay one more night after y'all get home?"

"Sure, you know it is....'K', got to go," Jo said signing off, wondering what that was all about, the request to stay another night. Could it be that the two youngsters want to play with the sibs?

Nah, Jo decided, we're not THAT lucky.......

"Over there, babe, against the wall," Jo almost shouted in Tess' ear to be heard over the din in the crowded pub, nodding with her head towards the empty table, "grab it and I'll order a couple of B&T's," walking to find one of the server gals.

More butch/bois than femmes tonight, Jo thought as she slowly slipped through the throng towards the bar to place their order. Finding one of the servers, Jo placed the order and just as she turned to join Tess at their table, she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"We meet again...thought I'd not see you again," the voice, thick with the beautiful lilt of an Irish accent, said.

Turning towards the voice, Jo was met by a smiling, freckled face framed by short, reddish/blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. It was her, the woman in the hallway from a couple of weeks ago. She was dressed simply, skirt and a blouse that appeared almost a size too small, judging by the strain her bosom placed upon the buttons of her top.

"Hey, I remember you....you untangled us in the hallway, right?" Jo smilingly replied, her gay-dar pinging like crazy as she leaned towards the woman to be heard over the laughter and noise.

"American? Have to be with that accent.....here alone are you?" Ms. Freckle-face replied.

"No, I'm here with my sis, back against the wall at that table," Jo replied with lips close to the ear of the woman, her perfume 'just' right to the senses.

"Might my friend and I join you at your table? Perhaps buy you a round?" the woman responded.

"Sure, love to meet the locals," Jo replied, wondering if this was an attempt at a pick-up or some such.

Jo made her way to Tess and their table, trailed by two very cute women, both of them smiling as they approached Tess.

"I'm sorry, but......" Jo started to say but was interrupted by her rescuer's voice.

"I'm Mandy....and this is Claire," Ms. Freckle-face said in way of introduction, both of the women sitting in the two chairs while Jo sat on the bench-type seat anchored to the wall, next to Tess.

"Tess, Mandy is the woman I told you about, the woman who managed to get us untangled in the hallway to the loo when we were here with Colleen a couple of weeks ago," Jo explained to her sib, their B&T's delivered right afterwards.

"Right you are, well, here's to you, ladies," Mandy said, lifting her glass to toast the Yanks.

"Back at'cha," Tess replied, her eyes darting between the two women, stopping for some reason on Claire's face whose eyes were lustfully staring at Tess' rack and cleavage.

Truthfully, Tess was sorta' tingling from Claire's lustful ogling of her rack. Claire had a very cute face, sort of an androgynous 'look' with her hair shorn 'butch-boi' short and her boyish mannerisms. In fact, Tess had quickly decided, Claire sorta' reminded her of Sinead O'Connor, a younger, thinner, Sinead O'Connor. She'd never really had much experience with butch-bois though she had been with a few stud-butches.

No, Claire wasn't that, Tess decided, definitely a boi, but a very sexy one she had decided, somewhat surprised at her excitement with that fact.

"Did you girls enjoy your evening with Colleen?" Mandy asked the sibs, leaning over the table to be heard, her cleavage showing that her face wasn't the only part of her body that was freckled.

"Do you know Colleen?" Tess asked.

"Darling, we ALL know Colleen," Mandy laughingly replied, "I believe you've had a go with her a time or two haven't you, luv?" directing the comment/question towards Claire.

"Indeed, I have, lovely girl she is," Claire replied to the group but her eyes hard on Tess when she said it, "Talented little flicker is that one, don't you think?"

Well, Fuck, let's just get right to it, why don't we? Jo thought at that moment.

"Definitely a lot of fun," Jo replied, sipping her schooner of ale afterwards, her eyes locked with Mandy's.

The four women shared quick bar-bios with each other, though conversation was nearly impossible without shouting.

"Bloody hell," Claire declared, "seems like the natives are bloody restless tonight," scrunching up her face at the loud laughing behind her, "So bloody hard to hear anything with all of the cackling hens."

"Girls, would you like to come back to our place? We're only a couple of buildings down the alley from here and I do have a fresh, unopened bottle of whiskey that we could share and be able to talk without shouting," Mandy offered.

"Sounds like a good idea as long as we'll be able to catch a cab from your place back to our hotel for our flight in the morning," Tess replied.

"We'll get you to your hotel, luv, no worries," Claire cooed in reply to Tess, her eyes disrobing Tess when doing so.

The quartet ambled down the cobbled-stoned alley-way, 'paired off', if you will, Jo and Mandy, Tess and Claire, each pair in quiet conversation of nothing of importance, each pair 'knowing' the real reason for leaving the pub.

"Mandy gets to spend much more time in our flat than I do," Claire declared as she unlocked the door to the alley entrance of their building, "my job has me on the move during the week while she just catches the tram to her office."

"Have you two been together long?" Jo asked as the four gals walked up the short, narrow flight of stairs to the second level.

"Hmmmm, let's see....depends on what you consider 'long', I suppose; for us it's been a little over a year," Claire answered as Mandy unlocked, then opened the door to their apartment.

"Almost two years, dearie; it's been just a year since my divorce and we were together for almost a year prior," Mandy corrected.

"You were married?" Tess asked.

"Sort of, I suppose, but the marriage was nothing more than a sham, in truth. He much preferred buggering young fancy boys and he knew, full well, that my preference was for the 'bean'. When Claire and I met, she got me drunk, made love to me and I simply stayed on," Mandy answered as she broke the seal on the bottle of whiskey on the cupboard's shelf.

Dropping to sit in a large, armchair, Claire extended a hand towards Tess.

"Here, luv, come sit here with me," patting her thigh, her smile lustful and leery, I'm-going-to-fuck-you leery.

Not thinking twice about it, Tess did just that, sitting on the offered thigh, keeping one foot on the floor but throwing the other leg across Claire's other thigh and the arm of the chair.

"That's a good girl," Claire cooed while playing with Tess' hair with her hand that was behind Tess' back, both Tess and Claire seriously eye-fucking the other.

Very matter-of-factly, Claire began stroking the inside of Tess' thigh, under her skirt, both women silent, both women 'in the moment'.

"You have a nice touch with your fingers," Tess said, her breathing a bit labored from her arousal at Claire's fingers stroking her thigh slowly, her fingertips coming teasingly close to her damp pussy.

"You'll find that I'm very gentle, or not, depending on who I'm with," reaching with her lips towards Tess' lips which were dropping to meet hers......

"Looks like they're getting along nicely," Mandy said to Jo, motioning with her chin towards Tess and Claire.

Pouring the four of them a half-glass of the whiskey, Mandy re-corked the bottle, turning to face Jo afterwards.

"Shall we interrupt them to offer a drink?" Mandy asked her new American friend.

"We could, I suppose but, before we do....." and taking Mandy's head between her hands, Jo kissed Mandy lustfully, fueled by the scene of her sis and Claire in the living room. Like Tess, Jo also 'got off' on watching lesbians make love.

For her part, Mandy simply uttered a low, excited moan while sliding her hands between their bodies to cup and fondle Jo's breasts while they kissed. The more she fondled those gorgeous mounds of flesh, the more hot and lustful was their kiss.

Kinda' worked out for both of them.

"I suppose the whiskey won't spoil if we let it sit for a bit," Mandy said, pulling her mouth, reluctantly, from Jo's, "We should continue this in the bedroom, I should think," taking Jo by her hand and walking quickly towards the bedroom......

Tess' head was thrown back, one of her hands rubbing over the buzzed, almost bald, head of Claire while the Irish boi sucked on one of Tess' tits, her tongue make slow circles around the aroused nipple of the American.

 Claire's other hand was under Tess' panties, two fingers deep into Tess' snatch, her fingers surprisingly long, thought Tess, but liking it a lot that they were. While Claire fingered with delightfully slow, long strokes, she kept her thumb rubbing over the aroused clitoris of Tess, the Orgasm Train almost ready to leave the station for Tess.

"Ooooh, sweeetie, that feels really good," Tess murmurred as she moved her breasts back and forth for Claire to suck on both, her blouse fully opened now, flapping loose as Claire sucked, licked and bit on Tess' C-cups.

"That's right, m'girl, let it come to you, let me make you the happiest girl in the world," Claire moaned back, her own excitement rising from the taste and feel of Tess' lovely breasts and from the wet, tightness of her pussy, "Let it come, my sweet, and when you're done, you'll beg me for a taste, won't you, my girl?"

"Uuhhh, yes.....oh God, oh shit.....oh please, make me come, oh damnnnnnnnnnnnnn........."

The Tess Express has left the station....

"Yesss, like that, oh dear mother of God, just like that......." Mandy moaned as she squirmed under the probing of Jo's tongue to her ass, while Jo's fingers slowly fingered her very wet pussy, trimmed by fine, red hair, fire-red, like the hair on her head.

Yep, not a bottle red-head, this one.

Gripping the sides of her bed tightly, Mandy felt her legs slipping further apart, making it easier for Jo's tongue and fingers to do their 'work'. For Jo, it was anything but work, for when she took the last bit of clothing off of Mandy's body and saw that gorgeous ass, she just knew she had to get a taste of that before the night was over.

Goal in the cross-hairs, Jo wasted little time in doing just that, tasting the puckered-hole of Mandy. Not for all people, for sure, but it surely was a favorite of Jolene's, yes indeedy....

They were both naked now, Claire and Tess wasting little time to do so once Tess' orgasms had finally ebbed. Claire's naked, slim body with those small A-cup tits, almost 'young-girlish' tits, brought a desire to Tess that she seldom felt when fucking strangers. Once they had shed their clothing, the two women kissed for a long time while standing and holding the other, their mouths and tongues working hard to devour the other's.

"On your knees, girly, you know you want to, don't you?" Claire said with assuredness, with certainty because she could see the need and desire in Tess' eyes.

"I do," Tess admitted, "I want to eat you like I haven't wanted to taste someone for a long time," Megan being the last pussy that she felt that way about.

"Taste away, m'girl, eat me, eat me for a deliciously long time," Claire commanded as she sat down in the armchair with her legs splayed and her shaved, bare pussy on the edge of the seat cushion. Kneeling on the floor between Claire's spread-eagled legs, Tess' thumbs began peeling back the layers of the Irish gal's pussy.

As she moved her head towards her prize, Tess marveled at Claire's pinkness, at the poutiness and largeness of the Irish pussy lips in front of her.

"Ummmmmmmm, oh yeahhhhh, you taste delightful," Tess managed to mumble without taking her mouth from the delicious pussy it gnawed upon, Claire's juices on her tongue fueling her efforts.

Oh yeah, this is going to be funnnnn, Tess thought with eyes closed......

"Damn, damn, ooooh damn......" Jo moaned and groaned under the working of Mandy's talented tongue and finger. While Mandy ate Jo's pussy with a skill that Jo had only felt from Tess, before this night, she was also deeply fucking Jo's asshole with her middle finger, as deep as she could, bumping her hand against Jo's ass-cheeks as she did.

"Love the bean, love the taste of your pussy, dearie," Mandy lustfully cooed as she eagerly ate away at her treasure, also loving the slickness of Jo's juices on her face, absolutely crazy with glee at the smell of the sex that was in the air......

"Deeper, all of it.....now," Claire commanded with urgency to Tess. Biting harder on Claire's small tits, just as she had been asked to do, she now slipped her entire fist into Claire's pussy, her first time in 'fisting' anybody, not sure how she felt about it.

"Aaahhhhhhhhh, Good God!!!!" Claire suddenly cried loudly as she orgasmed from the fisting that she was receiving, her hips moving blurringly fast back and forth against Tess' efforts.

Tess' 'Ah-Ha' moment about 'fisting' happened when she felt her hand, inside of Claire's pussy, get absolutely flooded with juices. Hmmm, she thought in the moment, I wonder.........

Mandy and Jo lay resting for the moment, Jo's head in the crook of Mandy's arm, Mandy's hand casually stroking Jo's hard, erect nipples with her fingers. Neither spoke, neither had to, they knew, they...just...knew. And in unspoken concert, they positioned themselves for one more round, this one a slow, delightful, satisfying sixty-nine that seem to last forever, each with mouth and tongue buried in the pussy of the other.....

And Tess' last go with Claire? She strapped on the dildo that Claire had produced from a drawer of an end table and, with Claire on her hands and knees on the floor, Tess shoved the thick dildo-device into Claire's offered ass, fucking her long and hard, fucking her like a champ, Claire's moans and groans of satisfaction, loud, in the small living room of the flat.....

They, the quartet of freshly-fucked women, left the flat at around midnight. Mandy drove with Jo in the passenger seat, Jo's hand playing with Mandy's snatch under her skirt, making it difficult for Mandy to concentrate on her driving.

In the backseat, Claire and Tess were in permanent lip-lock while their hands busily fondled the other, both trying to get as much taste and touch of the other as they could before they parted for the night, before they parted forever, in truth.

Saying their goodbyes, the sibs watched as their Irish 'beans' drove away. Entering the hotel, then the lift, they went to their room.

They showered, each in turn while the other brushed their teeth and the like. Within a half-hour, the sibs climbed into their bed for their last night in Ireland. Turning towards each other silently, they kissed softly, tenderly, this moment for them alone now, this act of love only theirs.

It was unhurried, it was slow and tender, it was what they both needed.........

"Jo?"

"Yeah? What babe?" Jo answered, looking up from her book to Tess.

They were still about two hours out from JFK, ahead of schedule thanks to a rare, favorable tail wind to the Aer Lingus wide-bodied liner.

"What should we do about, you know, everything that we've found out about mom and dad, once we get home?" Tess asked her older sib.

"Absolutely nothing; no reason to upset apple carts and all that. No reason to besmirch the 'rents reputation, nothing good can come of it." Jo answered straight-forwardly.

"It'd be one thing if there were any relatives at home that would be affected, but, there's not; its just you and me, kid."

"That's what I was thinking also, but I wanted your thoughts on it," Tess confirmed to Jolene.

"It'd be something to consider if there were any chance of us producing a child, but, that ain't gonna' happen between us, babygirl, so let's leave sleeping dogs lie and keep the family secrets locked away in Ireland, okay?" smiling at Tess after sharing those thoughts with her, returning to the book she had been reading to finish the chapter.

"Jo?"

Closing the book, again, upon hearing Tess' voice, Jo turned to her sister, a look of mild irritation on her face, saying, "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry, the thoughts keep coming around and I need to talk about them when they do. Go ahead, go back to your book, it'll wait," Tess said somewhat meekly.

"No, let's talk about it, whatever it is," Jo replied, her voice a bit comforting to Tess, "Didn't mean to bite your head off," taking Tess' hand in hers, squeezing it softly.

"Okay. Mom and dad's master suite? I've got an idea about that, if you'll let me lay it out for you," Tess pressed on.

"Shoot."

"Let's make it ours. Let's make it our master suite, donate their furniture to Goodwill or The Saint Vincent DePaul Society, something like that; we'll redecorate it, buy new furniture, make it totally, 'our room'," Tess' animated face when saying this causing Jo to listen carefully to, what appears to be, an issue of importance to her half-sis.

"I'm listening, go on," was Jo's initial response to Tess' idea.

"We'll keep our bedrooms that we use now as guest rooms or playrooms for when we're messing around with others; but, the master? that would be ours alone, nobody else sharing our bed in that room but the two of us," Tess pressed further with her ideas, "we'll take dad's office and redo it as well, sharing it for our individual needs, for my graduate work and study, as your home office, away from your restaurant after you've opened."

Jo chewed on her bottom lip a bit, a habit she's had for years when in deep thought, as she was now with Tess' revelation to her, measuring her feelings about what Tess had just said.

"What brought this on?" Jo finally asked.

"I don't know.....it's sorta' ridiculous that we're in separate bedrooms when we mostly sleep with each other anyway, you know, when it's just us at the house, and.....I don't know, I don't think I'd be comfortable fooling around with others in their room, you know?" Tess explained further.

"Feel like it would disrespect them, their memory?" Jo pressed Tess.

"Yeah, sort of....mostly," Tess admitted.

"So, in essence, the master suite would be ours alone, the bed, a 'marriage bed' for you and I?" Jo asked, seeking clarification of Tess' root thoughts about the matter.

"Yeah, pretty much, that....." Tess admitted.

Hesitating but a second or two, Jo took Tess' hand in hers again, softly caressing it, her face turned to her sis'.

"Works for me, princess, let's do it," Jo said softly, the bond and love between she and Tess never stronger than in that moment...

1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 19 — The sibs meet their Irish relatives; family secrets revealed

"Ladies? I believe there's enough time before we prepare the cabin for landing for a couple of more Mimosas, if you're interested," the uber-hot flight attendant said with a smile as bright as the rising sun.

"You bet," Tess replied with a smile and a head-nod, "always have time for Mimosas."

"Coming right up," Ms. Uber-hot replied with a smile to the step-sibs, turning to fetch their drinks.

"Yeah, you would," Jo opined, joining her sis in ogling the attractive flight attendant, "I know I would."

"Yep, in a New York minute," Tess agreed, turning to face Jo again.

"Got a text from Megan when you were in the bathroom at JFK just before we boarded," Tess said, suddenly remembering the text, "she's at the house already and all is well."

They'd made arrangements with Megan to house-sit for them while they'd be in Ireland, preferring to having her do so than a security firm. Megan accepted the offer, of course, and Tess received Mrs. Franks' blessing after asking that her daughter be allowed to house-sit, the request to Megan's parents, a courtesy.

"Good," Jo replied, "that was a brilliant idea to ask her; gives us somebody we trust to watch the place and it'll give her and Janice someplace safe to play."

"Kinda' what I thought," Tess remarked.

Megan and Janice, for all practical purposes, were a 'couple', hardly ever seeing one without the other. Since that first time, the night of Janice's seduction by Megan in the Spring, their only chances for being with each other, sexually, was in the back seat of Meg's car or, on a couple of occasions, at Jo and Tess' home, the sibs understanding the difficulties the two teenaged lovers had in finding privacy.

And, no, there was no attempt to indulge in a threesome with Megan and her Afro-girlfriend, not yet, at least, thought Jo. No, that would come about, in time, she thought to herself, somehow knowing that it would.

Both sibs turned to look at Ms. Uber-Hot as she approached with their early-morning cocktails. With her short red hair, bright blue eyes and small smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, not to mention her well-shaped ass and boobs, well, the sibs simply thought her to be totally fuckable, had you asked.

"Prepare the cabin for landing," the faceless voice announced over the Aer Lingus plane's communication system.

"Don't rush your drinks girls, we're still at least a half-hour away from approach," Ms. Uber-Hot said as she handed the sibs their Mimosas, smiling brightly before turning to return to the galley of the wide-bodied airliner.

"I got a 'ping', did you get a ping?" Jo asked Tess as she sipped her Champagne and orange juice mixture.

"Totally got a 'ping'," confirmed Tess, referring to their gay-dar which was rarely wrong.

"Probably wishful thinking," Jo opined further.

"Still......" Tess remarked in reply, her mind imagining the flight attendant naked in bed.

"Nervous?" asked Jo of her step-sis.

"A little...you?" replied Tess

"A lot...." Jo answered.

"Well, Maggie sounded excited about finally getting to meet her American cousins," Tess observed to Jo, "she sounded genuine about her sadness at having to meet under these circumstances but, after the inter/ment, Maggie promised to show us the land of our heritage," Tess said further.

"I guess I'm feeling guilty that I'm excited about this, more than sorrowful," Jo confessed.

"Don't be, babe, the 'rents would understand our excitement and they'd be happy that we're respecting their wish to be interred in Ireland," Tess smilingly replied, hoping her words would soothe Jo's nerves and conscious.

Buckling themselves into their first-class seats of the wide-bodied plane, the sibs both closed their eyes and held each other's hand, their love for each other seemingly flowing through their hands which brought smiles to their hearts......

Tess had graduated from college just a few short weeks before the trip. Jo had resigned her commission in the Army a few months earlier and was now a civilian, free, now, to be who she was, not what she had to be. The legalities of settling the estate of their parents was behind them now, and the sibs were still reeling from shock as to exactly how well the 'rents had provided for them.

Simply put, the girls were financially secure for the rest of their lives as long as they didn't go 'spree-crazy' with their fortune. And while their shares of the estate would not be entirely in their control until they turned twenty-six, the amount of money, for each, until that twenty-sixth birthday was reached, was more than sufficient to meet the sibs' needs.

Jo had only a year before her twenty-sixth birthday, having turned twenty-five on the day of Tess' graduation from college. Tess would have to wait another five years to receive her full share but, she thought many times, by then I'll have finished Graduate school, so, for Tess, she didn't mind the wait at all.

The step-sisters/lovers would remain in the family home, Tess would matriculate a scant half-hour's drive from her home, and Jo would finally realize her dream of opening, and running, her own restaurant.

For the sibs, life was good.........

"Mary Margaret, you'll not be telling me what I HAVE to do," Agnes said to her daughter.

Bloody hell, thought Maggie, why can't she call me Maggie as the rest of the world does, but ignoring the slight to reply.

"Mum, it's the right thing to do; the girls NEED to know the truth of their circumstances," Maggie pressed her mother, "You're Uncle Robert's only surviving sibling. When you're gone, there's no one left who knows the truth."

"You do," Agnes replied defiantly but knowing, in her heart, that her daughter was right.

"It's not my place, mum....they need to hear it from you, not from me," Maggie said tenderly to her aged mother.

"Well, we'll see, we'll see....." Agnes answered, the conversation clearly over as far as she was concerned.......

As Jo and Tess prepared to depart their plane, Ms. Uber-Hot slipped a piece of paper into Jo's hand when she shook it while thanking the girls for choosing Aer Lingus for their flight. Waiting until they were through customs and heading towards baggage claim, Jo unfurled the note to read:

"I'm staying at the Hyatt near the airport for my rest period before my next flight. I'd love to buy you girls a pint or two if you're able to join me. Colleen O'Hara."

"Isn't that the same hotel we're staying at?" Jo asked Tess after Jo read the note to her.

"Yep, Maggie'll pick us up the morning for the drive to Cork," Tess replied.

"Must be Karma," Jo opined with a smile to Tess.

Having retrieved their bags, the girls found their way to the hotel shuttle queue. As they approached the Hyatt's spot, they saw that some of the flight crew of their plane were already waiting as well.

Spotting the sibs when they turned the corner of the shelter, Colleen excused herself from her conversation with her fellow attendant and, smilingly, stepped forward to greet the sibs.

"How fortunate that my two favorite passengers are staying at the crew's hotel. Hi, ladies, good to see you again," Colleen gushed to Jo and Tess.

"Our cousin won't be picking us up 'til tomorrow for the drive to Cork, so we plan to nap off the jet lag this afternoon for a few hours, and then.....is the offer for a drink still on?" Tess explained/asked.

"Absolutely...meet you in the lobby around seven'ish?" Colleen asked, "should give us all a good nap; you're right to do that, you know, we do it as well after every flight across the pond."

"Sounds like a date, then," Jo contributed to their conversation.

"Yes, it certainly does," agreed Colleen, "and there's a lovely pub not too far from the hotel that I'm sure you girls will enjoy," Ms. Uber-Hot remarked.

"We're on your turf now," Tess said, "you lead, we'll follow," smiling broadly to the flight attendant as the hotel's shuttle arrived.

"Oh, I hope so," her smile spreading across her too-cute Irish face, "sounds wickedly delightful, looking forward to it," the too-cute flight attendant replied as the three women boarded their shuttle bus to the hotel.

Since flight crews are pre-checked into their hotels by their airlines, all Colleen had to do was produce her Aer Lingus I.D. to get her key.

As the sibs moved to the desk to begin their check-in process, Colleen leaned in close and said to them both, "Now, be good girls and get plenty of rest you two, we've a long night ahead of us," winking, then walking to the lift to go to her room for a nap.

Turning to stare at Colleen as she walked away, the sibs turned to each other, both having a 'look' on their faces.

"Did that mean what I think it did?" Tess asked her sis.

"Oh damn, I sure hope so," Jo replied, both of the girls bursting into laughter at the comment...

Both of the girls had been able to get a few hours of sleep on their overnight flight into Dublin, both glad they had chosen to fly first class with those wonderful, stretched-out seats available for the pricey tickets. Even so, after getting into their room, at the Hyatt, they 'crashed' within a nano-second of their heads hitting the pillows of the king-sized bed.

Having put in a request for a wake-up call from the front desk for five that afternoon, they awoke, took their showers and were ready for whatever lay ahead for them that night with Ms. Uber-Hot on that first night in Ireland, by six-thirty.

"Buy you a drink?" Jo asked of Tess as they took the lift down to the lobby.

"Get out of my head, Jolene," joked Tess in response, "it's really spooky how you can read my thoughts."

"Tough titty, I'm in your head for the duration," Jo joked back.

Smiling, Tess replied, "And I'm very thankful that you are," giving her step-sis a sweet kiss to her cheek.

They sat in the lobby of the hotel, sipping the excellent Irish Whiskey, neat, of course, chit-chatting about everything and about nothing of importance, just whiling away their wait for Ms. Uber-Hot to join them.

"And did my girls listen to my advice for rest?" the voice, behind them, asked, Ms. Uber-Hot ordering a round for the three of them from the roaming wait-person before sitting down with the sibs.

"We did, Mistress," Tess answered, 'playing along' with Colleen's comment, "all rested and awaiting your commands, m'lady," beaming a smile to the lovely Irish lass.

"To us," Colleen toasted to the sibs, all three sipping afterwards, "to a night of marvelous fun for the three of us."

Colleen, unlike most of her flight crew was not a 'Dub', or Dubliner, her family's roots being in Galway, some distance to the west of the Irish capital. "I don't usually go home between flights, simply not enough time," She explained to Tess and Jo. "When I have several days' leave, I will, of course, but between flights it's much easier for me to stay here, in Dublin," she explained further.

The trio exchanged short bios of each other, revealing that, though she didn't come close to looking her age, she was thirty-three, single and planned to remain that way.

"Too much drama in marriage for my tastes," the red-headed cutie declared, bringing about a nodding of heads all around their conversation nook, "much prefer to play the field as you Yanks say."

"Boyfriends?" Jo asked out of curiosity and, as a 'test' of what Ms. Uber-Hot was 'all about'.

"Hardly," Colleen declared with a smile of amusement at the question but, with no other explanation.

"Well, my darlings, shall we take a lorry to our den of iniquity?" Colleen asked her two companions as they finished off their drinks.

"Lead the way, m'lady," Jo replied with a smile.

When Colleen told the driver the name of their destination, Tess thought she saw an expression of 'Ah-Ha!" slide across his face, followed by a smirk.

'The Bean' was an odd name for a pub thought Tess and Jo when they arrived after a short, ten minute ride, but what did they know? It was their first time out of the country for the sibs.

Jo's time in the middle east? That was different. Nothing pleasurable about that stint out of the country so, in her mind, it didn't count as being anything other than what it was, a horrible year in a horrible place.

Judging by the greeting that Colleen received from the crowded pub's patrons, it was clearly not her first time here.

"Over there, there's a small table against the wall we can squeeze into," Colleen said, over her shoulder, to the step-sibs after she had spied it, sending them to the table and she to the bar to order them a round of Black and Tans from the server gal.

"Oh, wow, its warm and strong," Jo commented after taking her first sip of the Guiness concoction.

"Our ales are a bit stronger than your American brews and we don't chill ours as you Yanks seem to prefer," Colleen affirmed, "but, drink away girls, I won't let anything untowards happen to you," laughing at her 'joke'.

Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they were in a pub that catered to women, most, but not all, seemingly manly in their demeanor, a 'butch-bar' it would be called back home in the States.

From the moment they had stepped inside, both of the sibs' gay-dars were pinging away like crazy which brought a smile of 'Ah-Ha!' to their lips.

"I'm curious," Jo said to Colleen, leaning closer to her to be heard over the din in the small pub, "what made you assume that we'd like a place like this?"

"I have a 'sense' of other women's proclivities," Colleen explained, "always seemed to have from the time I was a young lass; you Yanks have a term for it....." her explanation cut short by Tess' interjection.

"Gay-dar? Is that the term you're referring to?" Tess interrupted.

"That's it! Gay-dar!...what an amusing term," Colleen confirmed.

"So, you assume that we're......." Jo started to say, but was interrupted when an attractive woman spied Colleen and leaned over their small table to give her a hug and kiss to her cheek, running off to join her party afterwards.

"You're not?" Colleen asked, finishing Jo's comment for her.

"Yeah, we are," Tess answered for she and her sis, all three chuckling at the openess of their 'secrets'.

"And your thought for our evening is....." Jo pressed Ms. Uber-Hot further.

"I thought that to be quite obvious," Colleen replied, "share a few pints and then, back to the hotel for some delicious 'bean flicking', of course."

Seeing the look of confusion on the faces of the two sibs at the term, Colleen laughed and went on to explain the Irish slang for cunnilingus, the 'bean' being a woman's clitoris.

"Bean flicking," Tess laughed, "love that term; I'm stealing it from you, Colleen," all three women laughing together.

"I'm assuming that you girls do find me 'flick-worthy'," Colleen commented/asked of the sibs, knowing, of course, that they did. Couldn't mistake their leers of her on the flight over the pond, no, she had made no mistake about that, Colleen was sure.

"Very much so," Jo replied, confirming what Colleen already knew to be a truth.

"Totally," was Tess' one-word opinion of the question.

"Good," was Colleen's simple comment, a smile at the two Yanks her punctuation of the comment.

With a clear ending of their night at the pub in mind now, the trio relaxed and drank Black and Tans, the 'Yanks' warming quickly to the kick of the Guiness mix. Quickly finding that the three of them shared a sarcastic, sardonic sense of humor, the laughing trio found no lack of 'targets' for their witticisms, themselves being fair game of the jestful comments and barbs, not mean spirited, in the least.

Colleen shared the fact that she didn't find the 'dyke-studs' to her liking, though, she freely and unashamedly admitted, she did enjoy playing them, leading them on, being a bit of a tease with 'them'. But, at the end of the day, she said further, she found 'lipstick lezzes' more to her taste, you know, like the good-looking, well-built, sibs, she had said to the girls.

"Must say that I'm finding it a bit hard to restrain myself from reaching to both of you and simply grabbing a handful of those gorgeous breasts to play with," Colleen admitted very matter-of-factly, her eyes searching both girls faces for reaction.

"Then we should do something about that," Tess suggested, the strong, stout ale doing her talking for her, in truth.

"Not before I go pee," Jo exclaimed, her need to do so evident in her face.

"The loo is down that hallway, behind you; fair warning, the hallway is narrow and cramped, as is the facility," Colleen advised as Jo stood to follow the lass' directions.

'Narrow and cramped' was a 'generous' description thought Jo as she twisted and turned around the pub's patrons, making her way to the hallway, it barely large enough for one person to pass. Just as she approached the door of the bathroom or, loo, as it's called on this side of the Atlantic, the door opened, forcing Jo to cling to the hallway wall to make room for the exiting woman.

It was an impasse as neither women could move past the other in the narrow hallway, the size of their respective racks causing a bit of a body-jam, so to speak. Both women smiled at the awkardness of the situation, neither able to move past without rubbing tits, no matter how tightly they hugged their bodies to the wall.

"I've got it," said the cute blonde/reddish-haired woman, a femme, not a butch, and placing her hands on Jo's shoulders, she twisted her and Jo's bodies until each had a tit between the tits of the other. Each of the women turned, much like a cogged-toothed gear as they sidled pass each other, finally clearing their bodies from the other.

"See how simple it can be," said the woman, both women laughing at the absurdity of it all. The blonde turned to exit the hallway while Jo opened the door to finally pee like a racehorse. But, as they left each other, both turned for a final glance at each other, both smiling a bit from their encounter of each other in that small, narrow hallway of the pub.

Joining Tess and Colleen, her relief giving her joy, Jo quickly scanned the crowd but didn't see the woman of the hallway.

But, tucked away in a corner of the pub with her date, well, her date for the night anyway, the hallway gal saw Jo and decided that she liked what she saw.

Liked it a lot, if truth be told.

"Shall we, my dears?" Colleen asked after they had finished their fourth, and final, pints, "my knickers are getting wet with desire for you two lovelies," said the Irish flight attendant, now feeling her four pints as it loosened her tongue to speak her mind.

"We shall," Tess declared with Guiness-fueled assuredness, her eyes positively raping the Irish woman, looking all sexy in her tight skirt and blouse.

Thankfully, thought Colleen, the cab ride was short, allowing the two sibs to massage the inside of the attendant's thighs, each with a hand under her skirt, their activities not able to be seen by their driver, rubbing, caressing, their soft grasps of her thighs almost making her orgasm in the back seat of the lorry. Five minutes more and I'd climaxed, Colleen thought to herself, also knowing that she'd not be able to do so quietly.

She was never quiet when in the throes of orgasm, not Colleen.

"Our room? We have a king bed," suggested Jo as they approached the lift to the upper floors.

"Oh, good, mine is but a double," the redhead said to the sisters.

"Oh, yeah, we'll need more room than that," Tess commented, bringing a chuckle to the horny trio...

Entering first, Colleen turned to face the sibs as Jo locked their hotel room's door. Taking Tess into her arms first, the Irish beauty kissed the younger sib with much lust, both mouths opened, both with tongues exploring, Colleen's hand quickly fondling Tess' breasts. Holding an arm towards Jo, Colleen pulled Jo to her and Tess' bodies, sighing when Jo's hand fell upon first, her breast, then to her blouse's buttons.

 Slipping her mouth from Tess', Colleen kissed Jo next while Jo slowly unbuttoned the Irish woman's blouse, Colleen's hand on Tess' ass, squeezing and pulling Tess' pussy against her hip.

The sibs now took control of both the situation and their guest, mouths, tongues, fingers exploring freely, removing clothing, until the trio was as naked as new-borns. Moving to the bed, it would not be incorrect to describe the sibs' swarming over the Galway gal as just that, swarming.

It would be Jo who got her first taste of Irish pussy that night, positioning herself between the freckled thighs of Colleen as Tess kissed, tongued and fondled the flight attendant's breasts, sucking on those freckled orbs of delight as if it were her first time sucking titties.

"Ummmm, oh girls.....my, my, but this is positively heavenly," Colleen cooed and mewed to her two lovers, loving everything these two Yanks were doing to her.

Slipping her hands under the ass of their playmate, Jo lifted Colleen's ass to bring that red-pubed pussy to her mouth to devour and, lordy, did she ever.

As Jo explored Colleen's sweet-tasting snatch, Tess had positioned herself so that Colleen could now suck and bite on her breasts and nipples, the small teeth clenching around her nipples causing her to moan with excitement and arousal while she roughly felt up Ms. Uber-Hot's uber-hot tits.

"Up here, my sweet, up here so that I can taste you, sweetheart," Colleen's pleas to Tess almost sounding like begging, but, not quite.

And riding Colleen's mouth to the gates of heaven, Tess climaxed repeatedly, one after the other, Colleen joining her with her own cries of release from Jo's excellent oral maipulations of her sex.

Flopping onto her back on their bed, Tess pulled Colleen to sit on her face so that she, Tess, could finally get a taste of the flight attendant's sweet-smelling sex. Without moving from her position near the end of the bed, Jo crawled between her step-sis's legs to pleasure Tess as Tess pleasured Colleen.

As much as Jo loved the taste of pussy in general, she loved the taste of Tess best, no other ever being quite as 'sweet' to her senses as her sis' snatch. And she especially loved going down on Tess when they shared themselves with others, somehow, that fact providing Jo with a bit of extra excitement. She didn't know why, or care why, she just went with it, much to the sibs' mutual pleasure.

After a brief bit of rest for the trio, Colleen slid her body down in the bed to take turns at pleasuring the two Yank gals, each in turn, as they kissed and fondled with each other.

Their kissing of each other as she ate them provided Colleen with a level of excitement that she had not felt in quite sometime. It wasn't all that often that Colleen could seduce a pair of playmates but to do so with siblings? Well, that was, indeed, very special, and hot, very, very hot.

"Girls, believe me, it is so tempting to stay and play but I do have an early flight in the morning," Colleen regretably said to the sibs, slipping back into her skirt and blouse, undergarments stuffed into her purse.

"Its been fun, you two, enjoy your stay in Ireland," and kissing each goodnight, Colleen locked the sibs' hotel room's door on her way out.

"Wow, that was intense," Tess commented after a few minutes, turning to face Jo when she did.

"You've got pussy juice all over your mouth and lips," Jo laughingly pointed out to Tess.

"Like you don't?" Tess correctly retorted to Jo.

"That was definitely a fun fling," Jo sighed as Tess snuggled up to her older step-sib.

"Fun and tasty," Tess contributed as she felt the exhaustion of their sex-play and jet-lag overtaking her being, now.

"Ooooh, yeah, very tasty," Jo replied dreamingly, both sibs falling asleep in each other's arms.....

"Tess? It's Maggie," said the thickly Irish-accented voice over the phone, "I'm downstairs, parked under the canopy, if you girls are ready."

"We're just getting ready to leave the room, Maggie; should be down in a few minutes," Tess replied to her never-before-met cousin.

"I'm in the silver Volvo, cousin," Maggie replied with a lilt to her voice, excited to no end to meet her American relatives.

Settling up with the clerk, the sibs pulled their luggage behind them as they spied their cousin's car, the hatch-back lifted and a pair of legs all that could be seen of Maggie.

Hearing the wheels of the girls luggage as it rolled over the cobblestoned driveway of the hotel, Maggie called over her shoulder, "Give me just a minute more and there'll be plenty of room for your bags, girls." Shutting the in-floor storage compartment's hatch, Maggie backed out of the rear of the station wagon after stowing some loose stuff that was taking up the needed room for the luggage.

"Finally, I swear I don't know how I manage to gath...." her voice stopping, mid-sentence, when she turned to greet Tess and Jo....

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, but if you're not the bloody spitting image of my dear departed grandmother," Maggie said to Tess, not knowing it was Tess, not yet anyway.

"Me?" Tess replied a bit taken aback at the declaration from their cousin.

"I'm sorry, that was rude," Maggie said to the sibs, recovering from the shock, "Obviously, I'm Maggie and, you're Tess? I'm guessing?"

"Yes, and my step-sister, Jolene," Tess replied, Jo initiating the greeting of hugs all around.

A bit more than that, Tess, thought Maggie in that moment, a bit more than that.

"Well, let's get you girls loaded up into the hatch, shall we," Maggie said, hositing one of the two bags into the stowage compartment of the Volvo wagon, Jo tossing hers in, afterwards.

Opening the passneger door, Tess' mouth dropped as she stared at the steering wheel? in front of the passenger seat. Looking towards the rear of the Volvo, Tess saw smirks on the faces of Jo and Maggie.

"Left hand drive in the Isles, Sherlock," Jo said to her bewildered sis, "Now, you know why I didn't want to rent a car."

The rain pelted Maggie's wagon as she found her way to the highway for Cork, the three of them trying to get a life's worth of talking into the two-hour drive.

"The urns arrived yesterday, girls, and I've spoken with the caretakers at the funeral park; all is set for the internment tomorrow, if that's still good with you."

"Yes, it is, Maggie. We can't thank you enough for making all of the arrangements for us," Tess said from her front passenger's seat, the absence of a steering wheel in front of her, still a bit confusing for her, a bit difficult to wrap her mind around.

"Afterwards, we'll take mum back to her apartment and have a bite. Tonight and while you're here, you'll stay at my place in the spare bedroom, if you don't mind sharing," Maggie explained, "we'll do a bit of exploring during the day, letting you get the feel of your roots," she cheerfully added.

"Sounds like a plan," Jo answered and with that, the cousins used the remainder of the drive to play catch-up with their lives......

"Sweet Mother of God," Agnes exclaimed when the girls entered her apartment in the Seniors Complex, "But, if you aren't the....."

"She knows, mum, I've already said as much when I laid eyes upon her," Maggie said, cutting off her mother's words when doing so, "Show her the pictures, mum, let her see for herself."

Hugs and greetings overwith, the four women settled into the small parlor of the apartment with three huge albums of generations of pictures of the family.

"Wow," was all the sibs could muster as they slowly peeled back the layers of their heritage. Clearly, as Agnes and Maggie had said, Tess was, indeed, the spitting image of Agnes' mother.

"Y'all may think me crazy but there were a couple of pictures that sorta' resembled me," Jo mentioned as she sipped the strong brewed tea that Maggie had fixed for the quartet.

Maggie and Agnes quickly glanced at each other when Jo said that, the 'look' between the mother and daughter not lost on either of the sibs.

"What?" Jo asked, "did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"Mum?" Maggie said in response, her eyes hard on her dear mother's face when saying it, "You know you have to, mum, it's only fair."

Tess and Jo switched their eyes between Agnes and Maggie, trying hard to follow the cripted remarks, both of their minds in a state of confusion as they did so.

"Girls, there's something you need to know about Robert and Christine, and Mary Margaret you had better bring down the 'good stuff', for I'm fearing that we'll need it before its overwith," Agnes said, steeling herself for what was to follow.

"When Shamus and Elizabeth emigrated to America, Elizabeth was already pregnant with Christine, giving birth soon after settling in the States. Robert was eight years old at the time that they left Ireland and I was engaged to my dear Ian."

Pausing to take a breath, Agnes continued.

"Elizabeth was our first cousin, her mother being my mum's sister, so Robert and Christine were second cousins, girls." Agnes said further.

"So, that means, that Jo and I are....." Tess started to ask.

"There's more, Theresa, hear me out," Agnes pleaded.

"Christine was engaged to the man you would call dad, Jolene and....oh dear God, give me strength; when Robert emigrated to America to pursue his position at the University, he stayed with Shamus and the family."

"Your mum, Christine, was almost through with her medical degree when she and Robert met....and, you have to understand, they didn't want this to happen, but it did. They've both told me that it was an instant attraction and though they knew they should have resisted the temptations, they didn't and, well, they didn't, they couldn't and Christine became pregnant, pregnant with you, Jolene," Agnes said in what seemed like one breath, tears forming as she talked to the girls.

"So, Tess and I are cousins?" Jo asked, not really grasping all of what had just been force-fed into her brain to process.

"No, my darling, my baby brother, Robert, is your birth-father, Jolene; you and Tess are sisters, half-sisters........

(continued in Chapter 20)

1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 18 — Jo pursues her dream; Meg seduces a classmate

It was done.

Jo was now, once again, a civilian, free to live her life without fear of reprisal from the Army for she being a lesbian, and free to pursue her dream of opening and running her own restaurant, believing there to be a 'niche' in her city for a small, gourmet burger-house.

Of course, she'd do the legwork and all that would be necessary to develop a business plan to do so. Not a problem, thought Jo, Tess wouldn't graduate from college until the end of May and since this was only the middle of March, she'd have plenty of free-time to do what she needed to do.

Despite repeated pleas to Tess from Drs. Willie and Bea not to do so, Tess withdrew her application to Graduate school at her school. Tess had applied to, and was accepted by, her father's University where he had taught for so many years. They, the University, thought it a coup to have Tess as part of their Graduate program, the school's respect for Robert Clancy having a great deal to do with Tess' acceptance.

Of course, Tess had the grades and on that alone, she'd have been accepted. But, thought Tess and Jo, it never hurts to have a little advantage, here and there, in life.....

"Jo?"

"Yeah, baby?" Jo answered between small after-sex kisses to Megan's sweet pussy.

"Are you sure that Tess is okay with you and I seeing each other?" Megan asked, her fingers gently rubbing through Jo's hair as Jo nibbled on her body.

"Of course. Why wouldn't she be?" Jo replied as she crawled up to lay next to Meg in Jo's bed, putting an arm around Megan to draw her close to her own body.

"It's just that I like being with both of you, or either of you, and I don't want to rock the boat between you two, that's all," Meg said in explanation of the question, taking Jo's nipple into her mouth, afterwards, to suck on and play with.

"No problems, sweetheart; she just wants us to remember to include her whenever she's home," Jo said to her teenaged lover, Jo's eyes closed in enjoyment of Megan's talented mouth on her breasts.

"Like we wouldn't," Meg observed, her love of threesomes with the two sibs one of her favorite things in her life, now.

"That's what I told her, baby, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay? There's not a problem, sweetie, none at all," Jo cooed softly to the teenager, running her fingers through those long, blonde tresses, taking Meg's head between her hands afterwards and kissing Megan with both love and lust.

"Awwww, damnit, the time's gotten away from me," Mega suddenly grumbled when she realized that it was almost five o'clock, the sun now a bit higher in the early Spring sky as it chased the winter away, "I need to go, Jo, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, babygirl, no need to apologize," Jo said to comfort her teenaged lover, releasing Meg from her embrace so that the High Schooler could dress.

"Remember what I told you about tonight," Jo cautioned the girl, "patience, gentle touches, and kisses, okay?"

"I remember, I will," Megan replied, kissing Jo goodbye, not really wanting to leave Jo, but, she had to shower and get ready for her 'date'......

Megan rushed home and jumped into her shower, her mind cluttered with thoughts of what, she hoped, would be a night of possibilities for her and Janice.

Janice had invited Megan to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be gone overnight on a visit to relatives.

"I'd really like the company," Janice had said to Megan after rehearsal the other afternoon as they packed away their instruments, storing them in the Band room of their high school.

"See you Saturday night?" Janice pressed further, her subtle scent causing Megan's stomach to flutter.

"Looking forward to it," Megan replied honestly, Janice's smile upon hearing that, causing Meg to smile back at her bandmate, her friend, and if Meg was sucessful, her first taste of a pussy that did not belong to a Clancy sister.

Janice and Meg had been friends since middle school, good friends, not 'besties', but, cordial, respectful of each other's talent in music, their relationship since meeting as pre-teens always having a good 'vibe' about it, not a bad thing at all.

In the few short months since Tess had popped her Sapphic 'cherry', Meg began to look at Janice a bit differently, sorta' like a lioness stalking a gazelle as prey. The two teenagers spent a lot of time together after the Yuletide holidays rehearsing for their Honor Orchestra's annual Spring concert since they, as a duo, would be featured for one of the pieces to be played at the concert, Meg with her cello, Janice with her violin.

Their respect for each other's musical talent only grew as they rehearsed, sometimes at Janice's home, sometimes at Megan's, much to the delight of both set of parents of the teenagers.

The incident that sealed the deal, for Megan at any rate, occurred after a party thrown by a classmate at which the two girls, having arrived together since Megan drove them, stayed together all evening, almost as if they were a couple on a date.

Neither seemed to think it strange that they did that, hang out at that party, both of the girls liking the company of the other. Driving Janice home after the party, they chatted non-stop, laughing with each other about some of the anctics of their classmates that night.

When Meg pulled up in front of Janice's home to drop her off, the girls turned towards each other to say goodnight and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Meg leaned forward and placed a closed-lips kiss to Janice's surprised lips. Not a long kiss, not a 'frenchie' but, safe to say, unexpected by either of them.

Janice's initial reaction was wide-eyed surprise but, afterwards, she smiled at Meg as if to say that it was alright that Meg had kissed her goodnight, that she was 'okay' that Meg had done that.

"See you tomorrow?" Janice asked, referring to their planned rehearsal for the Spring concert, Janice leaning forward for a quick kiss of goodbye to Meg, again, only this time, Janice being the initiator of that kiss.

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow," Meg said to her friend.

Waiting until Janice was safely in her house before leaving, Megan drove home as fast as she could, rushing upstairs to her bedroom so that she could masturbate away the excitement within her from having kissed Janice, from having tasted the Afro teenager's soft lips on hers.

And so, a few weeks after that night, when Janice asked Meg to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be away that night, Megan had made up her mind that she would get into Janice's pants, that she would seduce Janice on that Saturday night, wanting to do so more than you can imagine........

"Don't know why you're so surprised," Jo responded to Tess' reaction to Jo's telling her of Megan's plan to 'seduce' a classmate, "I remember how excited you were when you made your plans to get into Hope's pants."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tess replied to Jo's comment about her reaction, "living in glass houses and all that....you're right."

Tess and Jo were near the end of their phone call when Jo told her about what was going on with Megan these days, both of the sibs truly caring about their teenage lover's well-being.

"So, what are your plans for the weekend, baby-sis," Jo asked.

"Madge's husband is out of town at a convention so she and I are going up to their mountain retreat to spend the night in front of the fireplace," Tess replied, Madge being one of the married lovers of Tess'.

That Madge was obsessed with Tess' lovemaking skills would not be a stretch in describing Madge's feelings towards Tess, not at all.

"How 'bout you? Anything going on for you this weekend?" Tess asked Jo.

"Having dinner at Sondra and Julie's tonight," Jo replied, referring to the two forty-somethings that she and Tess had balled a few months back.

Since that first time, both she and Tess had had a few nights with the two women before Tess returned to school, all four enjoying the unbridled sex that they always had when together. With Tess back at school, Jo and the two women had shared some delicious threesomes a few times, as well.

"Having dinner or being dinner?" Tess rejoined, chuckling as she did.

"Both, I'm sure," Jo laughingly replied, her answer, a truth.

"Well, have a good time, sis; don't do anything I wouldn't do," Tess said as she got ready to end their call.

"That leaves it wide open for me, cunt-face," Jo laughingly jabbed at Tess.

"Can't argue with you about that, lover-girl," both sibs laughing at the remark, a phone-kiss ending their call........

"Food? Drink? Weed?" Janice offered Meg, closing the front door, hugging each other in greeting.

"Weed??? Where'd ya' get weed?" Megan asked in surprise of the offer.

"I have my sources," Janice said with a grin of conspiracy to Megan, "Just because I'm an honors student doesn't mean I don't have a 'dark' side," laughing with Megan at the double entendre comment.

"I'm not all that hungry, Jan, but, if you are, don't let me stop you from eating, okay?" Meg replied, asking, "Where do you want my bag?", referring to her small overnighter.

"Want to sleep in my room, with me, watch scary movies and get stoned?" Janice asked over her shoulder as she led Meg down the long hallway to her bedroom.

"Best offer I've had today," Meg cheerfully answered, tossing her bag onto the floor of Janice's bedroom.

Sweeeeet! thought Meg when she heard Jan's suggestion/offer of sharing a bed, her mind thinking ahead to those possibilities she'd been masturbating to over the past few weeks since she and Jan had kissed goodnight.

Janice convinced Meg to have a bite of salad with her, "We don't want to smoke on an empty stomach, don't want to get too messed up," she said in support of her reason that they should eat something.

"Or, maybe we do," Megan joked back, "It'd give us an excuse if we act like fools," both girls laughing at the remark.

The girls ate quickly, cleaned up their mess quickly, joking with each other, both finding an excuse to brush against the other, to fleetingly touch the other with a hand to an arm, or hands to shoulders, that sort of thing. For Meg, she was sure that it was Jan's way of flirting, she was sure that since their kiss that Janice had been just a tad more touchy-feely with Meg when they were together.

Truthfully, Megan wasn't sure if that was the case in actuality or just wishful thinking on her part. Didn't really matter, Megan thought, she was still going to try to get into Janice's pants, THAT she was sure about.

"If you need to shower or anything, go ahead, I've already showered," Janice said as the two girls locked up the house, walking to Jan's bedroom to 'hang', to watch TV, to get stoned, but not neccessarily in that order, you understand.

"I'm good, sweetie; showered before I left my house, I'm all squeaky clean," Meg replied bringing a smile to Jan's beautiful, flawless face.

"Don't know about you but I'm going to get out of these clothes, throw on a tee shirt and get comfortable," Janice declared as she reached high onto one of her shelves in the walk-in closet of her bedroom.

Feeling the small package hidden between the folds of some large, bulky sweaters, Jan retrieved the small dime bag of ganja and pipe that she and her friend, Megan, would share that night.

"Aren't you concerned that your parents will smell the weed if we smoke in here?" Meg asked as she tried hard not to stare when Jan began unbuttoning her blouse in preparation of 'getting comfortable'.

"No, I've got the window-fan to exhaust the smoke out of the room, it'll be okay," Jan naively replied, turning and facing Meg as she removed her blouse, seemingly not caring that Megan would see her breasts since she was braless.

Megan pretended not to be bothered that Jan had done so as she took off her jeans first while they chit-chatted and disrobed. The truth, of course, was that Meg had to restrain herself from taking one of those mocha-colored boobs deep into her mouth, wanting so badly to be able to do that.

Both girls stayed in their briefs, a light tee shirt covering their bodies and tits, Janice's about a cup size larger than Meg. Janice took the weed with her as she jumped onto the center of her bed, turning on her TV with the remote and patting the bed, indicating that Megan should feel free to join her.

"If you don't care, we'll smoke out of a small pipe, I can't roll a doobie worth a damn," Janice explained as she quickly de-stemmed the pot, cleaning the bud for the small pipe.

"Neither can I," laughed Megan as she sat crossed legged on Jan's bed as Jan was doing, facing Jan, facing Jan's white briefs just peeking out from the edge of Jan's sleep-tee.

"Here ya' go," Janice said through closed lips after lighting the ganja and taking her hit, handing the pipe to Meg.

"Oooh, this tastes good," Megan observed after releasing her breath and some smoke, "this tastes really smooth."

"Yeaah," Jan replied, the good weed already working its magic on her, a silly-assed smile on her face.

They finished the bowl quickly, both realizing that they were fuck-faced stoned already. Leaning and reaching for her nightstand's drawer to put away her stash and pipe, Janice damn near fell off the bed, Meg's quick reaction and grabbing her by the hand being the only thing that prevented it from happening.

"Wow, I am fucked-up, girlfriend," Jan admitted as Meg pulled her from the 'brink' to sit upright.

"S'okay, I am too, sweetie, I'm really feeling buzzed," giggling as she said it.

"C'mon, sit up here with me; we'll find something to watch, okay?" Jan said as she sat with her back against the headboard, patting a spot on her bed, next to her.

"'K'," Megan responded to the offer, moving to sit next to her prey, uh, friend.

Finding nothing worth watching on the regular channels, Jan switched to the cable stations to search, both girls deciding on old reruns of The 'L' Word on the LoGo network.

"I use to watch this before they stopped production of the show," Jan admitted, the admission setting off a ping on the gay-dar that Megan didn't know, yet, that she possessed.

"Yeah, me too," Megan lied, both girls' eyes fixed intently as the lesbian sub-plots unfurled before them.

"Oooooh, that's hot," Jan observed, the kiss between two of the characters, the reason for her opinion.

"Yeah, it is," Meg agreed, sorta' slouching her body a bit towards Jan's, leaning on her elbow, her hand cradling her head after she repositioned herself.

They watched quietly, intently, as the sex-scene got hotter, the two women on the screen hurriedly removing the clothes of the other, jumping into bed afterwards.

And, in the scene that followed, the camera never showed body parts, but, you would have had to be blind not to realize that the bobbing head of one of the women, between the legs of the other, was clearly meant to show the act of cunnilingus.

"Sure looks like they're enjoying themselves," Jan opined, her eyes staying glued to the soft-porn scene on her TV's screen, "wonder if it's as enjoyable as they make it seem?"

"More," Megan replied without thinking, the realization of what she said taking a full minute to register on her ganja-zoned brain.

Turning to look at Jan, to see if Jan had heard it, she was met by Jan's wide-eyes and arched eyebrows, her mouth opened as if to speak but no words flowing forth.

"You....you've done that?" Jan finally found her voice to say/ask.

Fuck!! Megan quickly thought to herself, what the fuck do I say now? Truly not knowing how to get out of the trap she had placed herself in with her non-thinking response, Meg quickly chose the path of least resistance, she chose the truth, strange as it might seem.

"A few times," she answered casually, not wanting to make a big deal of it, trying to be casual about it, like it was no big thing.

"With who?" Jan asked excitedly, turning her body to face Meg's, supporting her head with a hand and her elbow on the bed as Megan was.

Oh, Janice wanted to know, she wanted to hear which of their classmates, or schoolmates, that Megan had done 'that' with, oh yes, indeedy, she wanted Megan to dish the dirt. She was ready for that, spoon in hand, so to speak.

"Nobody you know," Megan replied, choosing to lie, choosing to keep her relationship with the Clancy sisters to herself.

"How? When? Were you drunk or fucked-up?" Janice demanded to know, wanted to know, feeling excitement of a type that she had never felt before churning inside of her.

"Drunk," Megan honestly admitted, "but, the next day, when it happened again, I was sober," Megan went on to say, feeling a bit of arousal within herself as she said it.

"Oh, wow....I would've never guessed that about you," Janice observed, her observation not one of judgement, more of a commentary of admiration, if she were being truthful.

"It was fun, it is fun," Megan replied, her arousal more intense, it seemed, with each passing second.

"I mean, I've never seen you flirt with a girl or anything like that, I mean, I KNOW you haven't with me, at least," Janice said to her bed-mate, her eyes looking at Meg with what could only be called admiration and envy.

"Doesn't mean I've never wanted to," Meg replied, "I mean, you know, with you," Megan feeling a familiar rush of heat in her crotch, smiling at Janice when she said it.

The girls just stared at each other for several moments, each seemingly processing the moment that they were sharing.

It was Janice who broke the silent stalemate.

"Remember the night of the party? When we kissed each other goodnight?" Janice asked.

"Yeah?" replied Megan, the small stab of heat in her pussy beginning to grow, now.

"That was the first time I'd ever kissed another girl, you know, like that, on the lips," confessed Jan to Meg, "I liked it......" her voice trailing off to silence.

"Did you like it enough to let me kiss you again?" Meg asked with a chuckle, hoping for the answer she so dearly wanted to hear.

"I think so, I mean, yes, I did," Janice managed to nervously say, part of her wanting her friend to do so, part of her wondering if she really did.

"I'd like to, you know," Megan said in a low voice, "I'd like to kiss you again, I'd like to do a lot of things with you, to you, just so you know," Megan said further, "I mean, I won't do anything that you don't want, okay? But, I really would like to kiss you again."

"Okay," Janice replied after but a few seconds, laying her head on her pillow, her eyes hard on Meg's face for reaction.

Leaning towards Jan's head on the pillow, Meg continued to stare into Jan's mesmerizing green eyes, feeling a flutter in her stomach when Jan closed her eyes juuuusst before their lips touched each other's.

They were silent as they shared a closed-mouth kiss with each other but when she felt Meg's mouth begin to move just a bit on her lips, feeling Meg's lips start to part, Janice opened her mouth a bit in response, inadvertently sighing as their kiss became more intense. And when Meg heard a soft moan of arousal, she purposefully broke off their kiss, knowing, or rather, hoping, that doing so would make Jan want more.

It did.

"Why'd you stop?" Janice asked as Meg's lips hovered so temptingly close to Jan's face, "did I do something wrong? Was I not kissing you right?."

"Just wanted to check if you liked it," Meg replied as she leaned on both elbows, now, placing a quick peck on the tip of Janice's nose.

"I did," Janice honestly replied, "I liked it a lot."

"Good."

And with that singular comment, Megan kissed Jan again, both of the girls with opened mouths, Jan not resisting when she felt Meg's hand on her lower back, pulling the two girls closer together as their kissing of each became hotter and hornier.

 OH!MY!GOD! thought Janice when she felt Megan's tongue slip into her mouth, the flash of heat in her crotch lighting up immediately as Megan's tongue freely explored her mouth.

Both girls were moaning their pleasure from their kissing, both of them beginning to squirm a bit as their bodies responded to the increasing horniness that the kisses brought to their party.

"Still liking it?" Meg asked softly of Janice when they broke their latest kiss.

"Yeah, don't stop, okay?" Janice pleaded honestly with Meg, Jan's breathing coming a bit hard to her, now. Oh no, she thought, don't you dare stop now.

Megan didn't.

Kissing Janice again, a bit more lustfully, Janice returned the intensity of the kiss back to Megan, neither girls choosing to be silent as they kissed each other passionately. Meg felt a brief moment of hesitation in Jan's kiss of her when she slipped her hand under Jan's tee and started stroking her flat stomach, her fingertips causing Jan's stomach muscles to ripple in response.

The hesitation was, indeed fleeting, because when she resumed her kissing with Meg, Jan was even more intense, sliding her tongue into Meg's mouth as Megan had done to her. And when Jan felt Meg's fingertips slowly crawling up her belly, towards her breasts, her only thought was that she wished Meg would hurry up and get there, for God's sake!

Not to worry, Meg's hands found Jan's C-cup breasts, softly fondling and feeling the perfect mounds of flesh, Jan's hardening nipples sending a shiver of satisfaction to Meg.

Feeling ever more confident with herself because of Janice's positive responses, Meg moved her lips to Janice's chin, then neck, her hand slowly lifting her bed-mate's tee shirt higher and higher until, at last, Jan's breasts were exposed.

Kissing the mounds of flesh as her hand softly caressed the mocha-colored tits of her classmate, her mouth soon slipped over a nipple, her mouth making small sucking motions which caused Jan's already hard nipples to hardened even more.

Holding Meg's head between her hands as Meg sucked and kissed her breasts, Jan moved her head side to side on her pillow, her horniness for more of this making itself known to her. She had never felt this level of horniness before, not even when she masturbated her need for sexual release.

"Oooooh," was all that Janice could manage to moan when she felt Meg's hand cup her pussy through her briefs, Jan's crotch humping to meet Meg's soft caresses of her snatch. Feeling Meg's hand slip into the top of her briefs, Jan pulled Meg's mouth from sucking her tits so that she could kiss her, kissing her hard, loudly moaning her arousal as she explored as much of Meg's mouth as she could with her tongue .

When Meg's fingertip brushed across her clit, Janice orgasmed, a small shiver of one, but damn near causing her to bite off Meg's tongue which was deep in her mouth as they kissed.

(patience, soft touches, gentle kisses)

Jo's voice cried inside of Megan's head, Megan trying oh-so-hard to be patient and to take her time as she kissed and touched Janice.

(slip it inside, not all the way, make me want it)

Tess' voice now commanded Megan inside of her head. With her mouth sucking lustfully on Jan's breasts, Megan slipped her finger into her classmate's unbelievably wet snatch, just to the first knuckle-joint of her finger, a gasp of surprise/pleasure coming from Jan's mouth.

Janice was crazy with desire now, out of control some would say as she writhed and twisted her body in excitement under Megan's mouth and hands on her body, Janice's hands rubbing furiously on Megan's back as her need for climax started pounding loudly in her head.

Sitting upright suddenly, Janice yanked her sleep-tee from her body, throwing it to the floor. Pulling Meg's tee from her as well, she tossed it to the floor to join hers, falling back onto the bed, pulling Meg to lay on top of her as she sucked Megan's tongue into her mouth, both girls grinding their pussies against the other's.

Keeping her hand beneath her body as she lay on top of Janice, Megan continued her fingering of Janice while they rubbed their breasts against each other's, their kissing noises very loud in the teenager's bedroom.

"Oooooooooh, ooooooooh, oh God, oh God....." Jan moaned lustfully when she felt Megan's finger slip just a tad bit deeper into her pussy.

Smiling to herself, Meg pulled her mouth from Jan's, her tongue tracing a trail to those gorgeous brown breasts, Jan's hands now finding Megan's tits to play with, to caress, to squeeze wantonly, the pleasure, for her, from another girl's tits in her hands, unbelievably crazy-hot.

As Megan slowly sucked on Jan's tits, she deftly slipped her finger under the waist band of her classmate's briefs, pulling them from Jan's hips, Jan lifting her ass from the bed so that Megan could do so.

Lifting her head from the sucking of those tasty brown orbs of flesh, Megan locked Janice's eyes with hers, staying locked as Megan slowly traced her tongue down Jan's flat, eighteen year-old stomach.

Oh, for sure, Jan knew where Meg was taking her mouth and tongue, knew for sure what Megan was about to do to her. Janice had never, ever, been eaten by anyone, much less another girl, but she knew what it was, she knew that she wanted it to happen, she knew, beyond any doubts, that she NEEDED it to happen, she needed to feel Meg's mouth on her pussy.

Spreading her legs for Megan's body as she licked lower and lower, Jan now leaned on both of her elbows, on the bed, looking downward, watching, waiting, wanting it sooooooo badly, her excitement growing when Meg was finally 'in place', Meg's hot breath on her pussy almost making her cry tears of joy, it felt so good.

For Megan, she had to restrain her desires, her need to feel Jan's pussy in her mouth so strong. Slowly, gently, Megan pried Jan's brown pussy-lips apart, Megan's eyes glazing over with lust at the sight of her quest.

Tess was right, it IS all pink on the inside.

Lowering her mouth to Janice's sopping wet snatch, the two girls kept their eyes on each other as she did so. And when Megan's tongue flicked across and around those delicious lips between Jan's legs, Janice moaned loudly, throwing her head back, closing her eyes as the most intense, delicious feeling of arousal wrapped itself around her body.

Keeping her body-weight on her elbows, Janice lifted her hands to fondle her own breasts, to play, to squeeze, her fingers pinching her own nipples hard as her classmate, lover, friend, did magical things to her sex with her mouth and tongue.

"Aaaaaah, no, yes, oh God!," Janice cried loudly, the first hint that she would not be, never be, a 'silent' sex-partner for anybody, her hips moving furiously fast against the chewing lips and tongue of Megan.

"Ooooooh, God, ooooooooh yesssssssss......." Janice shouted so loudly that it caused Megan to wonder if Janice's neighbors would hear her.

And, quicker than she wanted, much quicker, for she wanted these delicious feelings to last forever, Janice erupted with an orgasm that, literally, brought tears to her eyes of relief and satisfaction.

That's not all that her orgasm brought to their party.

When she climaxed, Janice's virgin pussy absolutely flooded Megan's mouth with juices, causing Megan to slurp and gulp as much of the juices as she could, she, herself, feeling a shudder of orgasm from all that was going on in the teenager's bed.

Oh, Sweet Jesus! thought Megan as she greedily sucked and swallowed her classmate's love juices, DAMN!, she tastes soooooooo wonderful, sooooooo deliciously good.

One right after the other, the hits kept on coming for Janice, each one causing her body to quake with joy, with lust, with desires that bounced around in her head, confusing her, delighting her, making her crazy, but, in a good way.

They lost track of time, both girls lost in the lustful sex between them until, realizing that her mouth and jaw was sore, really, really sore, Megan lifted her mouth from Janice's sopping wet, dripping crotch and snatch.

"Need to take a break, sweetie...need to give my mouth a rest," Megan said to her lover, lifting her head to say it, working her jaw to get the 'kinks' out, her lips, mouth and face slick with Janice's pussy juices.

Janice's response was quick, pulling Megan from between her legs and throwing Meg onto her back to lay next to her. Dropping her mouth to kiss Megan, she felt another shudder of a small climax when she tasted her own juices on Meg's mouth, on her tongue, the smell of her sex on Megan's face making her even more crazy with lust.

With no prompting from Meg, Jan placed her mouth over Megan's tits, sucking and licking and biting and going insane from the feel of the tits inside of her mouth, to her tongue. Jan had her hand between Meg's legs, rubbing her hand over Megan's pussy through her panties, squeezing the dampness and absolutely loving the feel of Megan's snatch to her palm and fingers.

"Me, I want to, tell me how......" Janice begged as her fingers and hands squeezed Megan's tits hard, her mouth making small bites to Meg's breasts, to Meg's belly, her need to 'taste' Megan the only thing on her mind.

"Take off my panties," Meg commanded/instructed her lover, Meg's breathing hard with excitement, Janice almost ripping Meg's briefs as she roughly pulled them from her body.

"Between my legs, move between my legs," Meg commanded further, spreading her legs wide so that Janice could do as told, then crossing her legs at the ankles around Jan's back afterwards, embracing Jan's body with her legs.

There was no further commands or instructions needed after that because, when Janice caught a whiff of the smell of arousal and sex from Meg's snatch, she lowered her head and literally sucked Megan's pussy-lips into her mouth, chewing, gnawing, fighting an insane desire within her to literally 'eat' the deliciousness that was Megan.

"Oh....girl.....just, just like that, oh MY GOD!!," Megan cried aloud, both of her hands holding onto the top of Jan's head as it bobbed up and down between her thighs, Megan's hips humping and grinding against her lover's mouth and tongue.

One, two, twenty, she just didn't know anymore and didn't care about how many orgasms she had; she just enjoyed them all, every last fucking one of them, her body shaking and quaking repeatedly.

Finally, they were exhausted, absolutely and positively whipped from their sex-play with each other. Laying together, both playing kissy-face with the other, they drifted into well-earned sleep and rest for their sex-ravaged bodies.

The next morning after waking, the girls showered together, neither able to keep their hands, fingers and mouths off of the other one. They dried each other, touching each other, getting each other aroused and desirious of fucking the other.

They ended their sleep-over that Sunday morning with a long and delicious act of sixty-nine, Megan's favorite position for girl on girl sex, the act of sixty-nine, now, something that Janice would dearly love, as well.

"When can I see you again?" Janice asked, her arms around Meg's neck, Megan's hands stroking Jan's hips, slowly, softly, their brows leaning against the other.

"We'll figure something out, baby, we will," Meg replied, punctuating her answer with a kiss to her Afro-American lover-girl.

"You do know that I liked what we did, don't you? You do know that, for me, it's not a one-time thing, you know that, right?" answered Jan, kissing Megan lustfully afterwards.

"Yes, I do....for me too," replied Ms. Megan.

"Promise me? Promise me that we'll see each other again, soon, you know, for some 'special time', promise?" Jan pleaded. She didn't want to sound needy but.....she was.

"Count on it, baby, you can definitely count on it," Megan said to her lover/friend, "this isn't close to being over for us," kissing Janice lustfully afterwards.

And, that, folks, was exactly what Ms. Janice wanted to hear from Ms. Megan, exactly what she needed to hear from Ms. Megan.....