" Hey!" she said, outraged, "that's not fair."A loud knock sounded on the door, and Mom's voice came through, "Girls, no fighting!"Mom never realized ...hat Terri and I don't fight. We discuss. We negotiate. We don't fight. However..."Okay, Mom," we said, almost in unison.As soon as it was clear she wasn't there anymore, Terri changed tactics. My sister is nothing, if not persistent."Can I see the rings?" she asked.My breasts were pretty well marked up -- they were a favorite target -- and if I. I remember everyone smiling andthen, as Hamlet so succinctly put it, ?The rest is silence.?The next thing I remember was very early the next morning when I triedto open my eyes, but each attempt caused a rumbling in my head that wasso painful that I was afraid that I?d break my skull open if I actuallyforced my eyelids open. Of course, I knew what this feeling was, but Idon?t think I?d had a hangover this intense since my college days ofepic overindulgence. I would have liked to have just gone. As I made myself a cold glass of beer, I heard some music coming from the garden, and as it was a nice sunny day I headed out there to see what was going on.As I stepped outside, I found my naughty stepdaughter in a little blue bikini lying on a blanket on the grass sunbathing, or so I thought because as I took a seat on a garden seat a few feet away from her, she began rubbing her little soft mound through her bikini bottoms."Hi" she grinned looking to the side of me, and it was then I noticed. " "No way! Pete can be a real jealous bastard sometimes. He'd probably flip" Don't think about him, babes. Think about your poor sacrifice who is so begging for your tongue."Helen smiled at her, and kissed her deeply and passionately. Pulling her mouth away she ran her tongue down her lovers chin, nibbling her neck, and then across her throat and over her breasts, pausing briefly to nibble on each nipple. Then down, leaving a wet trail across the flat stomach, circling the belly bar, and onward.