Lori’s heart was pounding as she emerged from her bedroom and tiptoed across the landing. Mom had left for work ten minutes ago. The teenager paused at her sister’s bedroom door, then turned the handle. Roxy was lying on her left side, snoring softly. Lori gently peeled her blanket away, exposing her bare shoulders, her bare back, her bare buttocks. Lori wondered if her sister always slept naked. She wished they could sleep naked together. She studied Roxy’s body, savoring every detail of her nakedness. A couple of days ago, she would have gladly murdered this older, bullying sibling. Well, maybe not murdered, but at least turned a blind eye should somebody else have performed the deed. That was before Lori had discovered her sister was a lesbian and before they had tasted each other. Before she had discovered that she too loved pussy. Dropping to her knees, Lori began licking her sister’s buttocks. Roxy stirred and murmured softly. Lori cruised her tongue over every inch of her soft, succulent globes, moving towards the ultimate juicy prize. Still sleeping, Roxy rolled onto her back, left leg arched, right leg slumped. Lori kissed her pouting slash, nuzzling her pubic bush with her nose. Roxy spread her legs wider. Her sister inhaled her sweet musk, then gently slid the istanbul travesti tip of her tongue over her warm, moist slit. Roxy’s eyelids flickered and she moaned dreamily, but she didn’t wake up. Lori worked her tongue up and down the length of her slit, probing gradually deeper. When she felt her sister’s clit against her tongue, she buried her face between her thighs and sucked hungrily on the throbbing bud. Roxy squeezed her eyes shut, her lower lip quivering as she moaned through clenched teeth. She humped hard against her sister’s face, urging her tongue deeper inside her hot, soaking hole. At the end of an orgasm that rocked her entire body, she sat bolt upright and opened her eyes. “Morning sis,” Lori smiled, licking her lips. “I thought I was having a wet dream,” Roxy panted. “And what the …?” “What the fuck am I doing in your room?” Lori finished. “After yesterday, I thought …” “You thought you could just walk in here whenever you felt like it and lick my pussy. Even when I’m sleeping!” “You’re not mad at me, are you?” Roxy smiled. “Of course I’m not mad at you, sis. That was the best wake up call I’ve ever had. I wish we could sleep together like real lovers, then you wouldn’t have to sneak into my room.” “I was thinking the very same istanbul travestileri thing,” Lori admitted. Roxy spread her arms. “Come here, you sexy little slut. Let’s sleep together now.” “I don’t actually want to sleep,” Lori said, as she fell into her sister’s embrace. “Neither do I,” Roxy replied. The sisters spent the next ten minutes kissing passionately, during which time Lori’s sky blue tee shirt and pink cotton panties found their way to the floor. Their naked bodies intertwined, pussies grinding against each other. “Oh God, I’m so fucking horny!” Lori gasped. “Me too,” her sister replied. “Let’s sixty-nine.” The pair moved eagerly into position. Lori buried her face between her older sister’s thighs once again as Lori grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them wide. She tasted the sweet bud of her asshole, before sliding her tongue down to her eagerly waiting pussy. While Roxy and Lori were enthusiastically enjoying each other, their mom was picking up a mutual friend. “Hi, Mrs. C,” Sherri smiled, as she slid into the passenger seat of the car. “You look hot.” “So do you, honey. And please, call me Janet.” “Okay, Janet. Jeez, I still can’t believe this is happening! Where are we going?” “I’ve booked us a nice, discreet travesti istanbul motel room.” “No problem getting the morning off work?” “None at all. I’m the boss. So, are you sure you want to go through with this, in the cold light of day?” Sherri nodded eagerly. “Positive! I spent most of the night awake, just thinking about you. ” Janet steered away from the sidewalk. “We’ll be there in five minutes,” she said. “I feel like a criminal.” “Why?” the teenager demanded. “I’m over eighteen.” “You’re also my daughter’s girlfriend.” “Roxy and I just play around,” Sherri lied. “It’s not like we’re in a serious relationship or anything.” “Does she know that?” “Yeah. She has other girlfriends too. Well, at least one other.” “Really? Anyone I might know?” Sherri blushed. “No,” she murmured. “Look, you’re Roxy’s mom and…” Janet patted her bare knee and smiled. “I know. Her sex life is none of my business. I just need to know one thing, then I promise I won’t ask any more awkward questions.” “Okay?” “Does Roxy use lesbian chatrooms? I wouldn’t want her finding my profile the way you did.” The young woman giggled. “Imagine if that happened.” “I’d rather not.” “Don’t worry,” Sherri reassured her. “Roxy isn’t into…, well, you know.” “Older women?” “Yeah. And she doesn’t know I am either.” “That can be our secret,” Janet replied. “You’re pretty good at keeping secrets,” said Sherri. “How long have you known about me and Roxy?” ”Quite a while. A straight mom probably wouldn’t have suspected a thing.” “But you’re not a straight mom? How does that work?” “It works like this, Sherri.