Sisters… Lovers!

“But… mom!” Jaymie scoffed, stomping around the kitchen with her cheeks all puffed up. “I’m already in college!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want, you know that.” Her mother rolled her eyes and wiped her hands on a towel and turned around. “You’re a grown otter, that is true, but I know that you cannot do… that!” The older female crossed her arms over her chest, tastefully hiding her motherly breasts, though her lower half was very much still bare for her daughter to see. Jaymie was in much the same situation, naked and comfortable in her fur like all her family members.

“Why not? Ellie and Jessie do it all the time! On their front porch too!”

“They are not my daughters, I can’t tell them what to do!” Helen rolled her eyes again. “Please, Jaymie, try to understand that wanting to fuck your sister is hardly proper.”

“As if! It’s not like it was back in the stone ages! I love her so much and…” Jaymie turned around to see her sister staring from the entrance of the kitchen, blushing really really hard and very much a tad wet between her legs. “Oh, hey Ames.” The new arrival looked identical to the younger otter, a perfect copy down to the swirls in their fur, save for a bigger breast size that Jaymie always wished she could have.

“Amelia, we’re talking here, can you give us some space?” Their mother pinched her brows and sighed.

“What are you talking about?” Amelia was a swimmer and she had the body built to show it: slender but strong and with some seriously sexy shoulder muscles, at least according to her sister, not to mention a propensity to work around her bountiful breasts.

“How I want to bend you over on the couch and eat that pussy all day long?” Jaymie winked and licked her lips, a hand reaching down to tease her lower set of lips.

“Jaymie Nessie Lavender! What’s with the language?” The twin’s mother raised her hands to the sky. “That is enough, it’s going to rain soon and one of you has to get the groceries for dinner.” Helen picked a coin which had the faces carved with the names of her daughters and tossed it in the air, catching it and putting it on the back of her palm. “Amelia, you go out, Jaymie, to your room. No questions!”

“I’m in college mom, you can’t ground me like a kid.” But the gaze in her mother’s eyes was more than just an order. “Get on with the times, it’s been like, ten years already! Most people don’t mind it anymore.” She grunted. “And I know about uncle Dave and their side of the family! I have seen the videos they sent for the holidays! I’m not buying your excuses anymore!”

Groaning and stomping, one twin got dressed and the other went up, headed for the grocery store with a small cart to carry all of the goods to be bought and a tarp to protect them in case she was too slow and rain caught her before returning home. But, of course, just being sent to a faux-timeout was not anywhere near enough to deter the determined 23 year old otter from sneaking out of the window after putting on the skimpiest pair of shorts and a basically see-through shirt and head out via the back of the house.

As she snuck away from the yard, she saw her neighbours in their yard, all three: Ellie, Jessie and Jackson, their older brother, busy having sex under the open sky. The two labradors had their snouts buried in their brother’s ass, one from the back and the other through the large comfy pant leg at the front, sniffing and licking, as the male jacked off his sizeable red rocket. Her mood soured immediately, making her groan softly, but not softly enough that the three dogs did not notice her staring.

“Hey Jaymie, how are ya?” Jackson stopped for a moment and so did Ellie, while the younger of the two ladies continued rimming her brother.

“Jealous.” Looking over her shoulder, Jaymie jumped into their yard after making sure no overbearing mother was looking at her.

“Damn, is she being annoying again?” Ellie pulled her muzzle out of Jackson’s rump and crawled under him towards the sulking little otter.

“Yes.”

“Do you… want me to help a bit? You know, scratch that itch deep inside?” Ellie nuzzled the otter, rubbing her large breasts over Jaymie’s arm in an affectionate display of sexual openness. “My mom says that nothing beats having someone eat you out after a stressful day.”

“No, it’s ok, I’m sneaking out so I can help Ames do groceries.” She sighed, declining the border collie’s offer to put that broad tongue to use. “But thanks, I’ll… take the offer on a rainier day.”

“I’m really sorry about your mom, I know you love your sister very much.” The older collie, caressed Jaymie’s back as the other two stopped their raunchy past-time to listen to the conversation with respect. “She is a very attractive girl. I am not sure why your mother is so defensive, it’s not like it was uncommon even back when our parents were younger… plus, I’d be lying if I didn’t love to see you two openly get frisky.”

“You are already naked at home all day, that’s halfway there! Just gotta get your mom some good mother-daughter sixty-nine and she’ll come around, I know dad did when I woke him up every day with a blowjob as the law was put in effect.” Jackson proudly flaunted his talents as experienced cock-sucker, his shaft stiff and leaky as always. His sisters rolled their eyes and glared at him, prompting the older male to shut up.

“She’s a bombshell, not just attractive! Have you seen her swim? Like a goddamn fish in water and… she smells so good (especially after she works out) and the way she stays up playing games and writing her fanfiction about all those superheroes and…” She almost went on another rant about how much she loved Amelia, one that she had already made to her mother earlier. “And gods, she has such perfect tits!”

“I take offence to that.” Ellie mockingly covered her triple set of plump, soft breasts. “So? What are you here for? Go help your sister.”

Jaymie snuck out of the yard quickly and stealthily, her microscopic shorts and light shirt posing no obstacle whatsoever to her goals as she rushed out and headed for a few quick shortcuts that she knew would help her get ahead of her sister. Seeing the labradors get randy made her wet like always and filled her head with images of Amelia with her legs spread and her pussy bare and free to taste.

All through town, over the years, people had become more and more comfortable with a new more… sexually permissive lifestyle thanks to some exceedingly well supported laws back in the day. Helen and her husband had grown up in a more conservative slice of the world, hence their reluctance to allow their daughters to go and screw anything with a pulse, especially each other, but allowed for a nudist lifestyle anyway. Jaymie scoffed and momentarily paused to watch a deer kissing a wolf as the two jacked each other off, with a female wolf getting railed by a herm white bunny right behind the duo. She rolled her eyes and groaned, feeling wetter and more frustrated than ever.

“Hey Ames! Wait up!” She finally saw her sister and rushed to get beside her.

“Oh, what are you doing here? Mom sort of grounded you, didn’t she?” Amelia quietly dragged the little cart on the road and into the supermarket.

“Who cares about that, I don’t understand her at all.” Jaymie rolled her eyes. “Like, it’s not like we didn’t already do it a bunch of times already.”

“Jay!” Amelia blushed up to her ears, shushing her twin as a couple of older folks happened to pass by and shot them a thumbs up of support. “What the hell!”

“Come on Ames, stop letting mom bother you so much. You know I love you a bunch, right?” Amelia nodded, blushing deeply again. “And I just want you to be happy.” She grabbed her twin’s hand and held it in her own. “And I also want that ass sitting on my face every morning until I die.” The shyer older sister chuckled and ignored that last part, choosing to fulfil her duties and buy groceries for dinner instead.

Outside the clouds began to grow darker despite it being early afternoon, with a bit of wind catching speed and blowing leaves left and right into windows and people. Those who were busy getting frisky stopped and searched for some refuge somewhere that wouldn’t get pelted by rain soon and resumed their activities there.

By the time the two otters were done, a drizzle was already dripping from above and, not how she had planned but exactly as she had hoped, the water was making Jaymie’s shirt even more see-through than before, her nipples perky and sticking out like twin diamonds. Amelia tried her best not to look but there was a magnetic force that glued her eyes to those B-cup mounds that was greater than the pull of a black hole, and Jaymie knew it all too well.

Since it was beginning to rain, the two decided to follow one of the shortcuts through the park that lead to their home and pick up the pace somewhat, but they lost the race and as rain began to pour, they had to put up a large umbrella to weather through some of the initial burst under some cover. The cart was safe and so it could remain outside, covered in plastic, but the two of them had to scoot close to each other under the umbrella to stay safe, bringing their bodies so very close. Jaymie shivered a bit.

“Here, come here.” Amelia grabbed her and dragged her even closer, putting her twin’s head on her bountiful bosom. “Better?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid.”

“You are the younger one between the two of us, are you not?” She caressed Jaymie’s head as the other otter rubbed her face on the slightly damp shirt trapping those soft mounds.

“Only by like… fifteen minutes, tops.”

“Fifteen minutes and sixteen seconds.” Amelia made sure to point out for the millionth time the correct time and order of their births as they happened twenty one years before without fail. Her sister groaned. “Don’t get it wrong.” She chuckled. “I love you too, you silly goose.” Jaymie’s tail twitched happily as she said that. “But gods you are one horny little demon.”

“We live together under the same roof, we’re nudist and I’m in love with you, it’s already hard not to eat you out at breakfast or lunch or dinner or… whenever.” She sighed. “Fuck I love you so much, Ames, like…” Her words trailed into a half mumbled rant. “Mom is so old-fashioned.”

“And you’re too horny. Maybe if you, I don’t know, not put it in such a crass way but maybe…” Amelia smiled sheepishly as she laid out a plan. “… you know, kissed me every now and then, get her used to it…”

“Are you saying to work our way up until you sit on my face on the couch when you watch tv?” Jaymie’s interest had been roused, hard, had she been a man she’d have sported the most raging boner. “You crafty mink.” Amelia looked the other way and refused to acknowledge that her idea would definitely end up in that direction if the two did put the plan in motion. “I suppose we can give it a try…” Jaymie nodded. “… but in the meantime mom’s not here and you’re all mine.”

Mouths met suddenly, too suddenly for Amelia to defend herself. Left with no other choice but to lean in on the kiss and do it with passion repressed and barely contained. While it was true that Jaymie loved her sister with a burning need, the opposite was also true, if not even more so since Amelia did not have the courage to openly flaunt her lust for her twin in such a way. Their kiss turned into a flurry of moans and groans, pants and grunts, heavy laboured breaths and sultry, debauched groping spicy even for a world where having sex in a bank was now the norm.

Their moans of passion were so loud they drowned out the sound of the rain, their hands exploring each other’s body, fighting against soaked shirts, jeans and shorts wet from something other than the sky’s precipitation. Jaymie snuck a hand in her sister’s pants, under her panties and began teasing at the older otter’s soaked folds while Amelia cupped her younger twin’s perky tits with her entire hands. Their tongues fought and wrestled like mating feral snakes, darting into one maw only to be pushed out and fight in the other, sharing warm air and the taste of their passion.

“Holy crap Ames what’s gotten into you?”

“You have.” She gently grinded onto the fingers teasing her muff, biting her bottom lip. “You naughty brat.”

“Get that shirt off. Now.” Jaymie huffed and nearly tore her own off, tossing it on the ground into the mud.

“Gosh you have fantastic tits.” Amelia cupped them again, this time without any obstruction in place, bending forward to give them a nice kiss each, lingering to gently lick her stiff nipples. “Perfect tits.”

“Says you.” Jaymie groped back, pulling the shirt of Amelia’s back and letting it have a meeting with her own in the muddy puddle nearby before burying her snout between neck and shoulder and huffing loudly. “You smell so good.”

“I didn’t shower after practice, I am all sweaty.” Feeling the soft licks and sniffs made Amelia wetter than ever and her pussy gush so much her pants had a large wet patch at the front. “I smell a lot.”

“I know.” To make the point she huffed louder and pulled herself closer, sitting on Amelia’s leg, gently grinding her bare muff onto her twin’s body, adding to the stains of raw lust. “It’s sexy.” She sniffed again. “So sexy.” The grinding slowly grew more and more energetic.

“Hey hey! Don’t grind on my pants! You know how hard it is to get your stains out of them.” Amelia huffed, loving the feeling of her twin’s fat muff on her legs, oozing juices freely, but also feeling the dread of scrubbing all of that lust out of the fabric. “You should know since you have twice the load of laundry to do every week just because you can’t be bothered to remove your pants and panties while you masturbate on the bus or in class or… at home when mom isn’t there to scold you.”

“Then remove them…” Jaymie licked her sister’s neck. “I’m already wet and naked and you’re not.”

Amelia huffed softly but decided it be best not to object, slowly removing her jeans and panties, letting her twin see the most slick pussy around, flush with heat and passion and very clearly in need of attention. Jaymie whined and began kissing her way down the other otter’s body, kiss after kiss after kiss, lovingly worshipping her sister’s D cups, down her belly and then, with a muffled scream of raw passion, kissed Amelia’s stiff clit. The older sister squirmed as she felt that kiss and the warm, needy breaths washing over her sensitive lower lips, her muff oozing juices as it heated up.

“You really need to…” Jaymie licked the outer contour of that muff, lapping up the juices soaked in the short fur around that flushed cave. “… masturbate more often…” She licked again, circling ever closer to the outer depths of her twin’s needy muff. “… you’re sooooooooo pent up it’s crazy.”

“Counterpoint: what if I only want you to make me cum?” Amelia moved her legs so that her toes were just under the matching oozing pussy between Jaymie’s thighs, curling her digits just enough to brush her twin’s labia. “What if I cum hardest when you are the one eating me out and no matter how much I masturbate in my room or in class with dozens of people watching can match the pleasure I feel when it’s your tongue spreading me open? Or while thinking of you doing it?” She grinned, using her feet to tease her twin without moving a finger, leaning back onto the rock they were in as droplets of water dripped from the umbrella onto the two of them. “What if even after experimenting with my friends I just can’t cum so hard my legs go numb like when you’re between my thighs?”

“And I thought I was the pervert.” Jaymie couldn’t have been more aroused: her shy sister, the one who hardly showed her lust in public, choosing to sit quietly and read books or game, was openly saying to her that she masturbated in public thinking of her? “Sounds like you are secretly hornier than I am.”

“Mhhh shut up.” Amelia whined. “By the way, most of the books I read are smut. I just put a cover on top.”

“Now that is a big fat lie. I know the face you make when you read smut and I know that you always ride your favourite dildo at the same time.” Both of the twins murred and softly huffed into each other’s ear. “But you don’t know I like to use it right after you while it’s still wet and warm.”

“Ah damn.” Amelia whined loudly and arched her back as the other twin licked deep within her folds. “Shut up you little twerp and eat me out.” Her legs wrapped around Jaymie’s head and pulled her so close there was nothing in front of her but slick, wet, drooling pussy lips.

“Says the one who just cur…”

Jaymie pulled back just enough to get one or two words in before Amelia tightened the grip and delivered the message in full: no talking, just lovemaking. The younger twin huffed, breathing in her sister’s scent: slightly sweaty, a hint of chlorine from the pool, the smell of arousal, the taste of lust and a faint aroma of lavender and honey. Jaymie dug in, passionately, desperately, lovingly. With need and hunger she ate her sister, so much so that only the older one noticed that someone was passing by and witnessed them writhing and squirming, one buried in slick folds, the other sprawled across wet stone cupping her tits and pinching diamon-hard nipples.

“Hello girls.” The new arrival was a crow, a middle aged woman who, unlike most of her species, sported tits the size of melons and a penchant for piercings of rather large size, two of which were hanging from her nipples not unlike doorbells.

“H-h-hhey aunt Linda.” Amelia was about to get up when the decked out crow waved a hand.

“Don’t you worry about me, just have fun. I’ll keep this a secret from your mother as long as you two come to my house tomorrow and have some tea.” Her eyes moved down and her tongue licked her beak. “And take turns helping me test a new dildo. I’ll give some compensation too.”

“Thanks auntie!” Jaymie waved a thumbs up, winning against Amelia’s grip just enough to get some more words in before the other twin decided that she’d had enough interruptions.

The crow left and disappeared behind a tree, leaving the otters moaning louder and more desperately. Thirsty, Amelia coaxed her sister into climbing atop her, their bodies further entwined as both dug in the other’s pussy atop that rock, tongues parting wet folds, noses pressed against fragrant flowers, hands groping, squeezing, tits pushing on rain-slickened fur as both desperately savoured their twin’s raw lust.

Rain intensified, lightning crackled in the sky, thunder rang and eclipsed their moans and grunts as both came, muzzles deeply pushed against soaked folds, squirting into the other’s mouth over and over, pussies shivering from the cold wind lashing on stiff clits and stiffer nipples. Their orgasm wracked their bodies, spasming legs, toes and arms squeezing tightly, making them look almost like a single creature so close they were, so inseparable their bodies had become. It had been too long since they had done this, far too long, which made the pleasure they reached both feel excessively strong and not enough.

Without stopping, Jaymie turned around, eyes meeting her twin’s again as they kissed under the umbrella, lips locking, tongues squirming as the taste of pussy and lust was exchanged, letting them taste themselves upon the other. It was right, it was as it should be, it was what they needed. To kiss, to taste, to explore, to cum together openly and without shame. Their legs interlocked as muffs kissed as well, their flexibility allowing for such complex movements and immediately their hips began to grind and push.

Jaymie moaned into Amelia’s mouth as their clits touched, her bigger one rubbing with impatience against the older twin’s own diamond. They moaned, they huffed, they kissed deeply again, tongues not fighting but dancing as they moved in each of their mouths. Their hips moved up and down, legs interlocked, twin sets of lips kissing above and below as lightning crackled in the sky and thunder muffled their cries of pleasure. Wind battered them and they cared not for it even as the umbrella struggled to stand in place.

No onlookers came, no one bothered them, no sudden visit, no mysterious stranger staring, just Amelia and Jaymie, screaming at the top of their lungs as they, with one final push, climaxed together and still they kept going, turning once again around to plunge their mouths into each other’s folds and savour the lust and pleasure straight from the source atop that lonely rock.

By the time the two were done, the sun was coming up once again and the sky was half clear, though more dark shadows looming in the horizon. They hugged, legs still crossed and entwined, their bodies flush with the greatest pleasure they’d felt in many weeks.

“Our clothes are wet.”

“So are we…” Jaymie chuckled. “And you’re the wetter of us.” She traced a finger over her sister’s still slick muff before making Amelia lick it clean.

“And they are covered in mud.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “And mom will get angry.”

“Let her. I’m so happy right now I could waltz in the house and kiss you and I’d not care.”

There was a pause.

“Then let’s do it.” Amelia’s words made Jaymie jerk up and look at her. “Why not? I’m still horny and I am not about to hide in my room and use the vibrator till I pass out again.” She took a breath. “I want you to eat me out on the couch.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really really?”

Already knowing that Jaymie would not stop, Amelia put a finger on her mouth.

“Do you want me to rethink this?” Jaymie shook her head. “Do you want to make mom bush like a nun?” Jaymie nodded. “Do you want to keep asking stupid questions?” Jamie shook her head again. “Then shut up, let’s get home and get that mouth working on something more interesting than yapping, ok?” Jaymie nodded eagerly and Amelia took a deep breath. “I love rainy days.”