"Peggy?" she asked softly. "Did you like it, touching me, I mean?"

"Oh, yes!" Arlene mewled. "I loved it, Peggy! You felt so different than boys, so soft and hot and… I put my hands inside your panties another time, and felt the soft hair and… and even… you know, rubbing your clitoris. You wiggled and I was afraid you were going to wake up, but you didn't. I wanted to stick my finger inside you, and work it in and out, but I was afraid to."

Peggy kept stroking her sister. She felt Arlene's arms wrap about her back, hugging tightly, burying her face against her tits. Now that it was out, Arlene wasn't crying, but talking almost calmly about it.

"Onetime, you didn't have your panties on," Arlene said, "and I lifted the sheet and looked at it. You were so beautiful there, the lips pink and moist, with hair curling. I'm blonde, and you aren't, and I thought it was so pretty, the most beautiful thing ever. Peggy, I wanted to kiss it for you!"

"Kiss it?" Peggy asked, her mind spinning. "Oh, Peggy, I wanted to put my face down there and kiss it so much! I wanted to taste you and…"

"Arlene, you really did?" Peggy asked softly. "You really wanted to kiss me there, taste my…"

"Yes, taste your pussy, Peggy!"

"Oh, God!" Peggy moaned, feeling her cunt throb inside her panties. She hugged her sister tightly. "Why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you'd wake up, find my face there, and hate me forever."

Peggy's pulses were pounding, her body shaking. Her cunt was very juicy now, her clit painfully erect.

She pushed her sister back a ways, staring into her eyes long and hard. "And you fantasize about it now?"

Arlene nodded her head. "All the time, wishing now I had kissed you there. And other things… oh, Peggy, I think about Henry and Ted and… I'm so ashamed, Peggy!"