Three Sisters Part 2

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Three sisters Part 2 (reality strikes)

The weather was good, the sun beaming down and the housework, with two fit women in the house, was done, and with Mark away on a building site somewhere, the two women retreated to one of the three bedrooms in the cottage. They were soon giving one another the pleasure they had come to enjoy, tongues were lapping at soft sexual areas, and orgasms were fast approaching when they became aware of someone stood at the bedroom door.
It was Charlotte, they had left the Kitchen door open and she had visited, heard the sounds of sex from above and investigated, creeping silently up the stairs drawn by the sounds of lovemaking.
There was a moment of confusion, Mary, rising from the bed in alarm, Sharon wet of face and fast reddening, while the sound of feet retreating as an embarrassed Charlotte beat a path rapidly down the stairs and away through the front door.
Mary threw on her outer clothes, no time for niceties like underclothing, and leaving her lover set off after her sister, though she knew in her heart things were going to be awkward, she knew she had to smooth things over, explain, beg, apologise even!
   Charlotte had a head start, so it was a breathless Mary that found herself at the door of her sister`s little home, as was their way she let herself in, to find her sister in her Kitchen, still a little shaken at what she had seen, taking herself a stiff drink to counter the shock. On seeing her sister, the older woman sat down heavily on a kitchen chair at the side of the table. Exclaiming “how could you, your own son`s wife!!”
It was Mary`s turn to be surprised, she stammered, “I, I thought, well I thought you knew, I was always a bit interested in women as well as men, even when we were girls I am what they call Bi!”
 Charlotte, a little more composed now, though still angry, retorted, “oh yes obviously I knew that, but your own son`s wife, he dotes on her… “
Mary slipped into the next chair, only the corner of the table separating the two women as they faced one another, there was a long pause then Mary, held up a hand and said,” OK…look… Charlotte, there are things perhaps you need to know before you judge us,” she paused trying desperately to put into words the secret she and her son had kept from the world for so long…” Look, you remember how things were at the farm, you know, how my  Mark was, masterful, and rampant, we were always at it, and when he passed in that accident, well I was devastated, with young Mark and the farm, I wouldn’t have coped but for you, and the family. When we sold up it was like losing our life`s work, but for Mark I knew, it must be, and without your support and help I would have been finished.” Charlotte began to speak but Mary cut her short, “Look Charlotte, this is hard enough, let me finish!” Charlotte sat back, gestured that she should continue, “I, well... I was frustrated, in the three or four years after Mark died,  well I was still in some sort of shock, sex was always at the back of my mind, but, without him, other than my vibrator and fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to taking another partner, oh there was the odd one`s, evening out mostly, folk who knew us before, hopeful of me giving it out, but nothing serious, and as the lad got older he started to ask questions, like all boys, so I knew that I would need to cover his father`s role in telling him about the birds and bees… so when he asked about how do girls pee I knew it was time to start his education, he was 9.” She paused, took breath then began again, “ well me not being the best with words, and I suspect a bit embarrassed, I took the practical approach and showed him, it seemed the best to be open and above board with the lad, anyway after that , he asked, over the years, different things and I always showed him or let him see or feel, it seemed …well easier I suppose, we had always been close, and it gave me a turn on to think he was my confidant and me his, it became our secret, our bond sort of gluing us together more. He was just 14, on his birthday when I finally showed him how to have me, and before you say anything, yes I know its i****t, I know it`s not legal and I know he was u******e, but… well we were always close, and he keeps a secret well, and it just seemed right somehow.” She looked deep into her sister`s eyes, then not reading hostility, she said, “you must understand, you having your husband gone, you must have been as lonely as me… anyway we shared a bed from then on,“ she smiled wistfully, then said “he became a pretty proficient lover, though I say it myself, and until he met Sharon  other than a few girlfriends it was me he came home too, and me he treated as a lover…”
Her sister now shocked her by saying that she knew all that, “it had been obvious to someone as close, and jealous and that she had…” she trailed off, turning a little red. Mary however didn’t pick up on the comment being so enwrapped in her story and went on, “with Sharon it was love at first sight, and when she came and visited , that first time, our eyes met and we knew, we needed one another!”
“Mark, wanted best of both worlds, men do, and for a time they were together, just visiting occasionally, however for me it wasn’t enough so, knowing in my heart of hearts that I wanted Sharon as well, I suggested they moved in with me. it was a bold decision, but it worked, Sharon by then knew I was sleeping with Mark, and we rapidly came to an understanding about sharing him, and it worked, we both got him in our beds whenever we felt the need, but and it’s the icing on the cake for me, I also got Sharon as you have seen, she too being Bi, which I knew instinctively when we first met that afternoon when he brought her round.”
There was a long still silence, then Charlotte in a measured voice said, “Look, I really don’t blame you, God since he left, I too have been lonely, more than you will ever know, and yes, I did suspect you were shagging the lad, or at least that something was going on, when he was young I was oh so close to him, the c***d I couldn’t have! By when he was about 10 we used to go walking, and he would talk as we walked, oh don’t worry he was tight lipped about you, but his hands tended to find my backside or my tits whenever he was helping me over styles or rough ground, and his eyes never missed the odd flash of cleavage,  in fact once I even showed him my tits, out on a walk, it was flattering, and I revelled in it, I too answering his questions whenever he asked!” she paused and seemed to be remembering something from that time, then brought herself back and continued, “Look this morning, I am sorry, I reacted all wrong, I was jealous if the truth be known, I`ve long wanted to have someone like that, to fill the void that is my sex life, I`m just not outgoing enough to be like you and say, or do something, so I have never talked, even to you about it!”
In reality this is were they parted, still friends,  however in fantasy Mary, for it was her relating it to me, finished the story thus;