Chapter 3

I am a gal who likes to overexplain things. I love giving detailed histories about things which no one could give a fuck about.

So here you are!

The story and history of Cindy and Mae, the Sinful Sisters.

I will confess, though, those are not our real names. You will have to live with that.

I am Cindy, she is Mae, we are sisters. I am one year older than Mae.

I have three daughters, Tina (18), Tanya (15, you have met her), and Theresa (14, she prefers Ter, we call her Terry).

Mae has two daughters, Terry and Cherry, who are both fourteen. Yes, we have two Terrys in the family. It does get a bit confusing during get-togethers, but with my Terry preferring Ter, which sometimes makes it easier. Except Ter will sometimes answer to Terry, especially when Terry is also in the room.

Mae and I grew up in a pretty shitty household. We were not rich, we were not poor, and we were not really any higher up in the middle class.

Our mom was a cunt. I mean that in the kindest of terms. She suppressed and oppressed us as much as possible, and certainly did not have any talks with us as we began to bloom.

Hence, both Mae and I were late bloomers. I swear, we surpassed our womanhood just out of spite for her.

Meanwhile, Dad was a bit of a dick himself. He mainly kept to himself. I can’t blame him for being in a house with three other women. Especially when one of those women was Mom. Did I mention she was a cunt?

I am pretty sure Mom and Dad had sex once. Then, some of his cum shuddered in her womb for about another year and gave life to Mae.

I am also reasonably sure Dad fucked every skank in the neighborhood.

It was not a happy childhood for Mae or me. But we kept each other happy.

No, not in that way. At least for a while. Like I said, we were both late bloomers. For ages, we shied away from sex, totally avoiding any mention of it because we were afraid of the hellfire known as Mom raining down on us should we come into contact with any sex.

Then we found the Hustler magazine. This was the mid-1980s, so insertion was not yet a thing there, but it DID show wet pussies and hard cocks. One of the pictorials showed a couple fucking by the pool. Incidentally, the girl in that pictorial was roughly our age, though she passed herself off as eighteen. She released one hardcore movie after she turned eighteen and made a shitload of money from it after she fessed up, owning almost sole rights to that one movie.

Anyway, Mae and I were enamored with the pictures.

“Look at the size of his cock!” Mae said, eyes wide as we sat cross-legged on my bed, door locked tight as our 16-year-old bodies felt tingling sensations we had never experienced.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at her huge tits and full bush with dripping wet pink. “It’s huge!”

That was the day that released the sluttiness inside of us both.

Mae was a knockout in high school and was turning into a huge flirt. Word got around that she loved giving blowjobs, which made her one of the more popular girls in school. I caught her a couple of times in the garage, on her knees, head bobbing up and down between some dude’s legs.

I liked watching her, and I could not admit exactly why that was.

I, on the other hand, was a plain Jane. Not an adventurous child or anything, just a normal-looking girl. I had a little interest in guys and had a couple of light make-out sessions shortly after The Magazine, but nothing serious.

I just wasn’t interested.

Mom and Dad went to a party one evening, which was weird since they were NEVER invited. They were asked to make the other couples feel better about themselves, but I digress.