Story - Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter 1 (2021) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Story - Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter 1 (2021) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... if its on time - so it’s just you and me for the evening.”

She helped Sindee carry a couple of bags into the house and up to the room where Sindee had spent her childhood. Mom had left the room exactly as it had been when Sindee was a teenager living at home, so her boy band posters and similar paraphernalia still covered the walls. Her bed was made up fresh and a pair of stuffed animals sat next to the pillow, just like when she was a child.

She and Cathy dropped her bags on the bed, then Cathy tugged her arm.

“Let’s hit the pool before we have some dinner. Get out your bathing suit and come over.”

Cathy disappeared down the steps and out the back door towards the pool, and a second later Sindee heard the sound of Cathy diving in. The pool was in Cathy’s yard, but both Cathy and Mom used it and paid for its upkeep.

Sindee pulled open her suitcase and considered her options for a swimsuit. When she went swimming these days, she usually opted for a bikini top over a man’s bottoms. She still had a cock hanging down between her legs, and some folks were made uncomfortable by that fact. But today she was home, and everyone knew and accepted her, so she could dispense with that silliness. She pulled on a string bikini top and a thong bottom that made it clear she was packing some meat down below.

It was getting on in the evening, and it was dark outside, the pool area lit by lights. Sindee stepped lightly down the stairs and out the back door to the pool. Cathy ...

... gave her a playful wolf whistle and Sindee did a spin to show herself off before diving into the pool. Cathy splashed her and they had a splash fight before settling by the side of the pool and chatting.

“So tell me,” Sindee said. “What, exactly, are we doing tomorrow? What’s so special about this Thanksgiving women-only party? I’m 21 now, so tell me what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

“I can’t tell you,” Cathy said. “If I did, your grandmother would kill me.”

“Can you give me any hints?” she asked.

“Well, the night before my first Thanksgiving, I asked your mom about it, and she and I had this same conversation.”

“And what did my Mom say then?” Sindee asked.

“She didn’t say anything,” Cathy said, with a sly smile.

“Nothing?”

“Nope, but she did something.”

“What did she do?” Sindee asked.

Cathy had been standing beside Sindee along the side of the pool, but now she turned and moved to stand directly in front of her. She moved in close, pushing Sindee’s legs apart and pressing their bodies together.

There had always been a certain electricity between Sindee and Cathy that never really blossomed into anything (they were related, after all) but also never really went away. Now suddenly, with Cathy pressing her body next to her, with Cathy’s chest pressed against her own, Cathy’s slender thighs pushed against Sindee’s meat, Sindee felt those feelings stirring for real. She felt her nipples hardening against Cathy’s breasts with only to thin layers of ...