Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy's sheer
blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled
the blouse gently from the brunette's shoulders as she
broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra
and undid it quickly.

The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from
the brunette's shoulders and pulled the bra from the
treasures it had held. Sandy's full large breasts were
capped by brownish silver-dollar sized areoles
surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard
with her excitement. Seanna's hands went to the twin
globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently.

"How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples
pucker." She bent and darted her tongue over them.

Sandy's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.

The red-head leaned forward and flicked her tongue over
the hard-puckered tip of Sandy's nipple, while her hand
joined Sandy's own. At first exploring, then massaging
Sandy's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the
little wad, watching Sandy's face.

"Unn! Ohh! OH!"

"Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum! You look so pretty
when your cumming!"

Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment,
delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice,
then plunged headlong. Lightning and sparks went off in
her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass
bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her
mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half
out of her body.

"OHHH."

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy's spasms, Seanna
gently stroked her trigger, extending the awesome
throes of Sandy's pleasure.

Slowly, the after-shocks eased, settling into a warm
fuzzy glow. Seanna was enthralled, watching the younger
woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue
lace panties were drenched.

"Kiss me again," Sandy murmured.

Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking
the corners of her mouth. Sandy's tongue answered. The
brunette's hands went out to Seanna's body.

Suddenly, she broke away. "Seanna, I'm scared and I'm
embarrassed.

I... I've never... er..."

The red-head replied, "Neither have I, sweet little
sister. I've never even considered it before. Relax.
We're sisters, remember?"

"You always seem to know things," Sandy remarked,
nodding.

"Come on, let's not stay in here."

They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy
clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They
returned to the living room, and sat back down on the
sofa. Sandy's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her
rumpled skirt askew on her hips.

Sandy took a big gulp of champagne.