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Sisters Ch. 01

By: jimandheidi



I pulled into the driveway of the cabin, stopping in almost the exact same place I had done for the many years I had owned this place. Her car already parked in the driveway I noted. I put the car in park, shut off the engine and sat there, eyes unfocused on anything and mused over the request my darling little slave girl had made of me this Monday past. It was not so much the request, which caused my angst, but the reasons behind such a simple request to which I was not privy. This caused me no end of concern for even though the girl had asked nothing more than for a weekend in the mountains there was some underlying that I simply could not put my finger upon. 

She did not ask for much as she had learned during my training of her that I provided most everything she needed. The simplicity of the request, at first, didn't seem to be much, but as I thought about it driving up here without her my suspicions grew as to why she wanted to meet me here instead of coming along with me. This made me wonder during the last half of the 100 mile drive what she was up to, and that in itself bothered me because she rarely did anything to cause me to give pause and try to see her motives. 

Yet she had asked quite insistently to be allowed this one tiny secret. Secret only until I arrived at the cabin. This made her request even more odd, for one of the hard fast rules we had between us were no secrets. I opened the door and exited the car still wondering what this was all about. As I approached the door to the bunker as she called it the door opened slowly and she moved out dressed in only the camisk I allowed her to wear when we were visiting here. She dropped to her knees spreading them wide apart as he door swung slowly shut on it's own.

"Greetings my master," she said quietly, her eyes on my feet.

"Greetings slave." I smiled down at the little slut at my feet. It was hard for me to imagine that in less than a year she had come from an insolent unknowing vanilla bitch to the pleasant and loving slave. " I suppose you will now tell me what all this is about."

"Yes my master." I could see the smile on her lips. "Your slave has brought you a surprise."

"This is known to me. You've said as much when you request me to not ask questions."

"Yes my master." She smiled again. " Your slave asks that you indulge her and give to someone what you have so lovingly given to this girl this past year."

I was a bit taken aback. " You have a girl you wish me to train?

"Yes my master." The girl smiled at the ground again

"Someone I know."

Yes my master." The girl grinned widely. "She is this one's sister, Heather."

The shock on my face had the girl been looking up and able to see would have been complete and total. Not only was my slave asking me to train another the way she had been trained but her own lovely little sister Heather. She had two sisters one older one younger. While she favored both of them greatly she looked more like her oldest sister. The slave at my feet was really a combination of both her siblings. Heather, the prude, sticking to nothing but the basics of sexuality and Hope the slutty youngest one.

Heidi, the slave on her knees before me, had been married right out of high school and to a man who cared nothing for anything but himself, and physically abused her until I came to work for the company she worked for. There was just something about her that attracted me to her and we had a short but intense affair until her husband found out and we stopped seeing each other until one day she walked into my office, closed the door, and knelt before me. In a very timid and scared voice she whispered, " Master, she begs you to take her back. She is leaving the monster and wants, craves and longs for your touch and to be taught to be your complete and total slave."

Despite the blowup of our parting the feelings I had for the slut remained and I took her, willingly back into my collar. We had moved in together within a year. Our lives settled into a loving and exciting rhythm and she who had never been touched by a master began her training and we proved to be perfectly suited one to the other. 

We indulged ourselves in every fantasy we could decide excited us. She experienced her first lesbian sexual contact, her first service of a master other then myself. She reveled in being used by 6 men, serving them fully until she could take no more. Water sports were among what became her favorite ways to be used by me. She served well and asked for little. It was this that made her request so odd but it also intrigued me as to with what she would wish to surprise me.

"Are you quite certain you wish this?" I said after regaining my breath. 

"Yes my master." She nodded her head.

"Why?" I asked seriously. "She has never shown any inclination to want this even thought she is well aware of your place with me."

"Yes my master." She whispered softly. "That is true. She ahs not, but I want her to experience the joy, pleasure and ecstasy that I have found with you. She deserves to be so alive, so satisfied, so complete."

"Does she know why you have brought her here?" I asked.

"No my master." She squeaked.

"So you lied to get her up here?"

"Yes my master." She gulped.

"I will deal with that presently." She shuddered. 

I opened the door and walked into the cabin leaving her kneeling on the porch. I motioned her to follow me inside. I moved through the house, her in tow, until I found Heather sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. 

'Hello, Heather." I smiles as I pointed to the spot on the floor beside my chair. Heidi knelt perfectly beside me as I sat down. 

Heather's eyes went wide as she watched her sister open her thighs the camisk sliding up higher until her smoothly shaven sex was fully exposed. I reached down and caressed her cheek as Heather's eyes stayed wide with disbelief.

"Hello..." She managed to stammer.

"Heidi, remove your camisk and lie across the table on your belly." I said, my voice stern and firm. 

Heidi, without hesitation, stripped in front of her sister and lay upon her belly, her ass lifted high for what she knew was coming.

I looked over at Heather, her eyes glued to the upturned flesh of her sister's ass. "You see Heather, Heidi has lied to you. She has brought you here under false pretenses. I do not know what reason she gave you for bringing you here but she must be punished for lying to you."

Heather's breath caught in her throat as I brought my open palm down across her sister's naked ass, and continued until Heidi was sobbing from the spanking. Heidi lay across the table sobbing, tears streaming down her cheek as I rose from the chair and moved around to where Heather sat.

"She brought you here to learn exactly what she has learned with me over the last two years." 

Her shocked expression was betrayed by the slight awe that gleamed in her yes. 

"She has brought you here to give you to me."

Her breath caught again and I could see the slight revulsion in her eyes but flowing there was too, a glint of interest and anticipation.

 This is a story suggested by my slave. Something she has fantasized about for a while now. Let us know if you'd like to hear more of the story.

Sisters Ch. 01



(Everyone in this chapter, and the ones that follow, is at least 18 years old)

*

High school was not a fun place for my first three years. I suffered from an incredible case of the shies. To that point I had only had a single date and still hadn't been kissed. My social life, to say the least, was non-existent. While all the other boys were talking about their sexual prowess I was still trying to discover mine. So I entered my senior year with no hope of any change.

Then one day I decided to ask a girl named Ellie out for a date. Ellie was one of the prettiest most popular girls in the high school. I really didn't expect her to say yes but much to my surprise she did and she didn't even pause to think about it for a second. The date was just for a Friday night basketball game and possibly a little after. I picked up Ellie at her house with my father's car. Ellie could easily have picked me up in her own car. Her family was very well to do. Fortunately, my family was well known by her parents making me immediately "acceptable."

I left my house for Ellie's house one half hour early. I always was punctual to everything. If I drove very slowly, which I did, it took me an entire five minutes. That was just about how long it took. I parked my father's '64 Ford Galaxy outside her house, turned off the lights and then the engine. Ellie lived in a part of town where you could only see your neighbor's window by using a pair of binoculars. The quietness within the car was only exceeded by soft dark quietness of the late fall evening. I looked up to the sky. The stars shown brightly. It was a beautiful evening and yet you would think a tremendous storm were descending upon us by looking at me. I was scared to death. A plethora of "what ifs" ran through my mind. Self-doubt was in control. My heart was racing so much I could feel it pounding against my shirt.

I looked at my watch, 6:43, another seventeen minutes before I was to pick Ellie up. I sat there wishing I could be in the house with her and wishing she'd look out the window, discover me and invite me inside. Neither happened. I looked at my watch at 6:45, 6:48, 6:50, 6:51 and so forth until it was 6:57. I decided at that point that being three minutes early was not a bad thing.

I opened the car door, stepped out and very quietly closed it again. I walked around the front of the car and slowly up the stone pathway to the front door. I paused a second. I was gripped by fear, a fear of the unknown to be sure. The only thing I knew was that I was afraid and that was all I needed to know. I pressed the door bell and heard a three chime bell sound inside.

Ellie's father answered the door. To me, he was quite imposing and intimidating. "You must be Sam. Come right in. Ellie will be down in a minute." He ushered me into a front sitting room. The room was lavishly decorated, not gaudy, rather, it showed of wealth and extreme neatness. Though not a word was said I only sat when Ellie's father directed me to an overstuffed chair. He stepped back to the doorway and yelled up the stairs, "Ellie! Sam is here for you! It's not polite to keep him waiting." He turned to me and said, "Women! They're never on time. They always make a man late." He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of what I recognized to be cream sherry. He opened the bottle and said, "would like some? No, I guess you wouldn't. After all, you're not of drinking age yet." He didn't allow for me to answer and yet his control of the situation though complete did not feel at all uncomfortable. My discomfort now came from two sources, Ellie's father's persona and my thoughts of my impending date.

"Ah, Ellie, there you are," her father declared as Ellie entered the room. "Sam's here for you."

"Yes father, I see," Ellie responded showing a little irritation with him. I did not understand this and I did not either question it or ever bring it up. "Sam, let's get going or we'll be late for the game. You know how I like to be there early." I really didn't know any such thing but I also knew better than to say anything.

We got to the high school gymnasium very early, actually, and I followed Ellie as she socialized with her friends. I barely said a word. Unknown to me was that Ellie had taken notice of this and just before the game started she asked me to go with her to the back of the bleachers and into a corner. She said she had something important she wanted to tell me. I would have followed her anywhere without question so I simply followed her.

Once we were alone behind the bleachers she said, "Sam, you are a sweetheart you know. I'm sorry I was so rude by talking so much with all my friends."

I choked out the words, "Oh, that's all right."

"No it's not!" she replied emphatically, "and I'm going to make it up to you." With that Ellie threw her arms around my neck a pulled me down to her face. She kissed me for the longest time. I was horribly self-conscious. I had never kissed a girl before. I felt sure I was making a fool of myself. Ellie broke the kiss, looked up to me and said, "You really kiss good." There was a gentle smile to her face and then she continued, "Your old girlfriends will be jealous when they see you with me."

How could Ellie not know I had never had a girlfriend, not even for a day. Maybe she was just being kind or maybe she was just making an excuse for my lack of kissing ability.

"I've never had a girlfriend," I said to her in a mouse-like voice. I looked down at the floor fully ashamed of my revelation. Then I felt Ellie's arms around me, giving me a hug. She felt so warm and soft against me. It was a wonderful moment for me. I could feel Ellie's smallish though very firm breasts pressing against me. From this I gained an immediate erection and then the worst thing that could possible happen, happened to me. I could feel my erection pushing into her hip. I knew there was no way she could possibly miss it. I hoped she'd not think badly of me because of this. Ellie said nothing further. She took me by the hand and led me up the bleachers. We only went about half way up and right in the middle of the crowd. My choice would have been the top row and at a corner where I would go unnoticed.

Once seated Ellie took my arm and held it close to her. I was in heaven. From time to time she pulled my arm into her and I could feel the gentle press of her breast against my arm. I was so caught up in the moment which actually lasted the entire game.

"Sam, let's go." Ellie said to me. I, on the other hand, was lost in blissfulness. "Sam! Are you all right?" She asked.

I came out of my dream state and said, "I'm fine. I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about?" She queried. Her question though entirely innocent had a meaning I did not understand.

"Ummm," I hesitated, "I was just thinking of what we should do now. I guess I should take you home now huh?"

"No!" she replied, "It's only nine-thirty and it's a Friday night. I want to go out somewhere."

I didn't know what to say so I said the first thing that came into my mind, "Where should we go?" The words no sooner escaped my lips when I wished I could pull them right back in.

Ellie came to my rescue, "Let's go down by the lake. I know a few places that are really beautiful in the night. Just head for the lake and I'll show you where to go."

We got into my car and headed out for the lake. I figured it had to be something on the near side of the lake. I was wrong. When we reached the lake Ellie told me to continue on the road. The road circumvented the lake so I figured it must be a place just ahead. Once past the country club I could not longer imagine where she could be thinking of. We were almost at the end of the lake and the town itself. Just where the lake ended she told me to take a right. That right, however, took us away from the lake. I didn't say a word. I was too scared. At about 100 yards in she had me take another left which went up the side of a hill to the top where there was a new housing development. On the road on the way up there were houses in various stages of being built. At the top there was a circle and only the cellars of the houses were built.

She showed me where to stop and told me to turn off the engine. A large part of the lake was fully visible to us from there. The moon shown down upon it running a stream of light in our direction. It was the most beautiful spot I'd ever experienced in our town.

"Like it?" Ellie asked. I could see a broad smile on her face.

"It's beautiful," I said excitedly and quite honestly. "I never knew this place existed.

"It didn't until the end of the summer. Not many people know about it and I'm not telling anyone either. I like to think of it as my spot, like I own it. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do." I replied with a sudden surge of confidence. Then I stopped to think about why we were there and my fears invaded me again.

"Well?" Ellie said in a questioning manner.

I had an idea of what she meant but I was too scared to chance it. I looked at her quizzically.

"Well are you going to just sit there or are you going to kiss me?" Ellie asked. Her forwardness surprised me. I think Ellie had become a bit impatient with me and had decided to take the lead. She couldn't know what a relief that was for me. She pulled me to her and pressed her lips upon mine giving me a kiss I can still feel from all those years ago. Then she was pushing her tongue into my mouth. I allowed her to do it but I had no idea why she wanted to do this. I'd heard of a French kiss but I was so naive I knew nothing of them. I was a quick learner and got into the swing of things. Now I was returning her kisses and I could feel the passions within me rising. I had a full erection and this time it was pressed against the side of her leg. I was quickly becoming self-conscious. We kissed and kissed for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, suddenly, she took my hand and placed it upon her breast and almost as quickly I could feel her hand pressing against my hardness. I had never felt a woman's breast before although I'd often fantasized about it. At first I did nothing except leave my hand exactly where it was. We continued to kiss and Ellie became more animated. She started moving her upper body a lot so that my hand could no longer rest still upon her breast. I took her lead and began to squeeze and caress it. This only heightened my own passions and I really got into the moment. Ellie continued to caress my hardness until I suddenly released. The front of my pants was soaked and we broke our kiss.

Ellie laughed a little and asked, "Gee, what happened?" She was being playful and that in itself eased a tension that had suddenly come about in me. Then she looked at me only to find a confused look upon my face. "Haven't you ever done this before?" She asked incredulously. I stared at her blankly not knowing what to say. "You haven't have you?" She asked. She thought a moment and then gave me the most gentle kiss on my lips. "It's all right." Ellie said in a very kind way. "I just figured a good looking guy like you would have . . ." her voice trailed off. "I guess it was silly of me to think that way. Everyone says how nice you are and everything so naturally I thought . . . " again her voice trailed off. "Are you a virgin?"

I was quite startled by her question. I was also ashamed of this condition I was in and sheepishly nodded yes to her.

The quiet in the car was deafening. I couldn't think of a thing to say and I was desperately hoping Ellie would say something. She did. "I'm sorry Sam, I shouldn't have assumed you weren't," she paused, "well, that your weren't a virgin. Actually it's pretty nice to know that you are."

"Why?" I asked astonished.

"Because you aren't one of those boys who uses a girl, you know what I mean." I didn't but I nodded that I did. Ellie was far more mature than any girl in our class. I had always suspected her being very mature, now I had all the proof I needed. Unlike what I suspected some of the girls would have done in a similar circumstance, Ellie took it seriously and didn't make fun of me. "Are you scared?" Ellie asked. I had no idea why she asked that question but I was glad that she had. I nodded yes. Ellie pulled me to her and hugged me for a very long time. To my relief, she seemed to understand how I felt and tried to comfort me. She was, as is said, nurturing. Finally, while still hugging me, she whispered in my ear, "Do you want to go home?"

"No," I replied, "I want to be with you some more, that is if it's okay with you."

"Sure," Ellie replied, "but it is already 12:30 and you know how my father is." I didn't know but I could guess.

"Well," I responded, "maybe we should go."

"Okay."

"But first, can I have one more kiss?" I felt like a child asking for candy. Ellie smiled, leaned over, put her arms around my neck and began to kiss me again. When we finally came up for air I looked at my watch and saw it was ten after one. "I think we really should be going now. It's ten after one."

Ellie smiled at me again and said, "It's amazing, isn't it, how fast time can go by when you're really enjoying yourself."

I couldn't believe she had just said that. She said that of me but why? I wasn't anybody. I wasn't on the first team in football. I wasn't on the first team in baseball. For that matter, I rode the end of the bench the entire season except for one game in which I was the relief pitcher and got one time at bat. I struck out the side and then struck out at bat. I figured a girl like Ellie would have the football captain. He was good looking and everything. So why would she want to be with me?

"Because you're a nice guy, smart and because I like you," Ellie said almost as if she knew what I was thinking.

"Huh?" I said.

"You just said you wondered why I would go out with someone like you." I was dumbfounded. I had said those words and not thought them. Now I felt really stupid. "Why shouldn't I want to go out with you?"

"Well, what about George?"

"What about George," she asked me right back.

"Well, he's better looking than me and he is the captain of the football team and he's so popular and you are the homecoming Queen."

"I used to date George. But he's so dumb I really got tired of him. All he wanted was to have sex with me and we never ever had an intelligent conversation." I could only wonder how many times she had slept with him, as if it should make some sort of difference to me. "He never did get me to go to bed." Ellie said almost as if she had read my mind again. "Sam," she said a bit sheepishly, "I've kissed a lot of guys and done some other things but," she paused, took a breath and then continued, "I'm a virgin too." I couldn't believe my ears but a relief came over me. It seemed like Ellie had told me a secret especially when I had heard at school that she had been sleeping with George.

"But how can that be?" I asked that question and once again I felt really stupid. How could I ask such a thing.

Ellie seemed to take this in stride though and answered, "Oh, you mean all that talk at school about me and George? It's not true. I heard it too but no one would believe me."

"I believe you Ellie," I said trying to endear myself to her but also truthfully.

"Thank you Sam. I really appreciated that." Ellie looked at her watch and said, "Well, it's one thirty and if we don't get going now my father really will be upset."

"Okay," I said and started the car.

"I think we have a slight problem," I said chuckling. "We have steamed up all the windows. I can't see a thing. How do you suppose that happened?" I said facetiously. I turned the defroster all the way up to high. It took about five minutes for the windows to clear up enough to drive. During the interim Ellie and I took advantage of the time to kiss and pet some more. I was surprised at how brave I had become. Finally the windows were clear and I drove slowly all the way to her house. I wanted to be with Ellie for as long as I could. This might be the only time I'd get a date with her I thought. When we arrived at her house I got out of the car, went around to her door and opened it for her.

"No one has ever done that for me before," Ellie said, "Not only are you nice but you are a gentleman as well." Ellie winked at me and said, "I knew that already anyway." I wanted to say something but before I could Ellie stepped out of the car and went up the pathway to her front door. She then turned towards me and without a pause began giving me my first ever good night kiss. I was in heaven.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Ellie asked. I was surprised by her question. I certainly hadn't contemplated it.

"Nothing," was the only thing I could say.

"So let's go out again. Is that all right?" She asked. I wanted to explode with joy. The woman of my dreams was asking me out! It took me about a nano-second to respond.

"Yes, I'd love to go out with you tomorrow. I'd really love too!"

Ellie, poised and confident replied, "Good! Then it's a date."

"Great!" I said, kissed her on the lips and turned to go down the steps.

"Sam?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah?"

"What time are you going to pick me up?"

I felt so stupid again. "Same time as tonight?" I asked her.

"Why don't you pick me up at six instead and we'll go over to MacDonald's for supper." In those days MacDonald's was our local hang out. "I'll be here!"

"Good." She said, smiled at me and opened her front door. She turned once again, smiled at me and closed the door behind her. Ellie and I went out together the next night and for the rest of the school year. She was nominated to be the prom queen but asked that her name be taken off. I asked her why she did it but I never did get a straight answer from her. Ellie had too much class to say it was because I had not been nominated to be her counterpart. When I finally got smart, many many years later, I figured that out.

Earlier that spring Ellie had been accepted to the University of Grenoble in France. I didn't allow myself to think of what that meant. Instead I took advantage of every minute of Ellie's time that I could. We became so involved that we fell behind in our school work and eventual our grade average was affected. We didn't care much. We knew we would still graduate and in Ellie's case, with honors even with the drop in her average. I was your basic underachieving B student.

Even though classes didn't start until mid-August Ellie's parents had decided to take an extended vacation in Europe before leaving Ellie at Grenoble. I was really sad. I was going to miss her so much. We promised each other that we'd write everyday. We made lots of other promises too but by summer's end it was obvious to me that Ellie's relationship with me was over. Oh, Ellie left for France still a virgin. Part of me regretted that she left that way and part of me was proud.

Ellie left right after the fourth of July. I went with her to the airport and we made quite the scene there. Usually I would have been very self-conscious about kissing her in front of her parents but this time I didn't care. Ellie was my introduction to the world of love. I loved her then and I still love her now. We totally lost touch with each other and I still wonder what happened to her.



Sisters Ch. 01



I'll never forget my first time. I know in this day and age it's a little archaic to wait until marriage for sex, but I was raised as a Mennonite. My parents were really strict when I was growing up. I was taught that sex was dirty, I was even ashamed of my own body. I wore long, dark, unflattering dresses to cover my very feminine form. I matured at an early age, just like all the other women in my family. I was the first girl in my class to grow real breasts, and i was scarred of them. The age of eighteen was a huge turning point in my life. That summer I went to live with my older sister in Toronto, I was going to be attending university there in the fall and wanted to have a chance to get settled. 

My sister, Jen, lived in a small one bedroom apartment. It was pretty close quarters, but I didn't mind. We had always been really close when we were younger, and I had missed her since she moved out. I slept on a pull-out couch in the living room. It was nice because i was close to the little window air-conditioner that served the whole apartment. Some nights, when it was really hot, she would come sleep in my bed, just like when we were little. 

The big city was so different from the small town we grew up in. Even Jen seemed to have changed in the three years that she had been here. She dressed and talked differently, it took some getting used to. Growing up in a small Mennonite community, I had never seen so much sex. It was everywhere now, ads, TV, music. I had never seen women who dressed in short skirts, tiny tops, high heels. And the men, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. They were so raw, powerful, and sexy. I began having impure thoughts. I figured Jen would understand so one night, while we were lying in bed I asked her, "um, Jen?"

"What's up sis?" 

"It's just that, everything is so different here, I'm...I'm so.....confused."

"About what?"

"Well, ever since I moved here I've felt, weird." I squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the conversation. 

"I think I know what you mean, i went through the same thing."

"It's like every time I see a cute guy walking down the street, or on the bus I get, warm, and...moist." I gestured to my private parts, feeling them getting warm even as I did so.

"That's normal sis. Mom and Dad kinda screwed us up, sex isn't dirty and gross. Sex is completely natural. In fact it's a wonderful, no beautiful thing. I had the same problem when I moved here."

"What do you mean? "

"When I moved out, I started having those same feelings. I pushed them down and tried to ignore them but they kept getting worse. One day I was riding the bus to school and a cute guy sat next to me. He introduced himself and we started talking. I could feel myself getting wet, and before I knew it I felt shivers going up my spine. The vibrations from the bus were flowing through me, making me quiver. I missed my stop, and ended up riding the bus all the way back home. I went back upstairs to change my panties since I could feel they were soaked through. It was that day that I first explored myself. Have you ever tried it?"

"Tried what? " I asked, confused, but definitely intrigued.

"Touching yourself."

"You mean like, touching my 'naughty bits'?"

"I mean playing with your pussy. You should stop calling them your naughty bits'," Jen said, using air quotes "it's just not attractive. You've got a pussy," she said grabbing her crotch, " and tits," she grabbed her chest. I giggled a little. I had never heard my sister talk like that.

"What are you telling me? Mom always said that if I touched myself down there that God would be angry with me."

"That's a load of crap. I mean, why would God have given us all these parts if we weren't meant to enjoy them?"

"I guess that's true, I never really thought about it that way"

"Don't worry, you'll learn pretty quick what it's really all about." She gave me a hug, it felt good, but not in the usual way. I slept in my own bed that night, but I felt lonely all night. I couldn't bring myself to go into her room, I couldn't explain it, but I had felt something when she hugged me. She had awakened something in me. 

I lay awake in my bed, replaying in my head what she had said to me. My hand slid slowly under the waistband of my flannel pajama pants, I didn't even notice. Suddenly I felt a tingle through me and I realized what I was doing. I pulled my hand away in shock. I rubbed my fingers together, they were a little wet and sort of sticky. I brought them close to my face and sniffed them, the musky odor was beautiful to me. I touched my finger gently to my lips, and tentatively licked the tip. The salty taste drew me in and I slid my finger deeper into my mouth, sucking the juice off it. I opened my eyes, suddenly feeling very sinful, worried that someone would see me being bad. The room was dark, Jen's door was closed, it was safe. 

I closed my eyes, and slid my hand back below my waistband. My soft curly pubic hair tickled my palm as I slid further down, my fingers rounding the curve to my 'naughty bits'. I felt a flush of excitement run through me as i slowly parted my outer lips. They stuck together slightly with the moisture that had built up since my hug with Jen. I couldn't believe how wet i was. I could feel my juices dripping out of me now. A trickle ran down between my bum cheeks, and made me feel very naughty. I slid one finger slowly in to my eager slit, feeling every movement as it glided deeper into me. It was amazing, i had never felt anything like it before. I pulled my finger back out and more juice dribbled down my crack, tickling my bum. 

Suddenly a noise snapped my senses to attention. Was that a footstep? My free hand pulled the blankets up to cover my shame. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, holding my breath, my fingers deliciously close, tickling my sensitive clit as they hovered in suspense. 



Sisters Ch. 01



This is the second series from a group of nonfiction stories that begins with "Angelina" and concludes with "Stacey."

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There we were, staring daggers at each other. They were friendly daggers, but daggers nonetheless.

Strange lot, the four of us. We were childhood friends, having grown up together. As adults we lived apart, separated by four hundred miles of California coastline. Angie and I lived in San Francisco, while Julie and Matt made their home in Los Angeles.

For as long as any of us could remember, Angie and Julie were hyper-competitive with each other. Even though they were as close and loving as two sisters could be, they just hated losing to one another.

Maybe part of it was the fact that they were total opposites. 

Despite their Sicilian ancestry Julie was fair of skin, with long, curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes; combined with her trim, athletic body and beautiful B-cup breasts, she looked like the prototypical California Golden Girl. She dressed like one too, her usual attire consisting of casual jeans or shorts, tennis shoes or flip flops and a t-shirt.

Angie on the other hand was Classic Italian Bombshell, with her darker olive complexion, luminous raven hair and full D-cup breasts. She had a much curvier figure, and whether we were at home or out in public she almost always wore stylish, sexy clothes.

Their personalities couldn't have been much more opposite either. 

Julie was lighthearted and fun-loving, yet naturally cautious. When it came to sex, she was always a bit shy and reserved, preferring lights-off cuddling to wild, impulsive romps. Very much a people person, she lived to laugh and had lots of friends.

Again belying their sibling status, Angie was serious and intense. Considerably smarter and quite a bit more educated than her older sister of two years, she was much quieter in public. She was also a lot more aggressive, particularly in terms of competing. She absolutely loved to debate, and always had to win. Sexually, she was very confident and adventurous; little was beyond the pale for her.

Besides their maiden name, about the only thing those two sisters had in common was their obsessive competitiveness with each other.

In Angie's case that competitiveness also extended to Matt, Julie's husband. While the sisters were highly competitive with each other, the feeling of constant competition was even stronger between Matt and Angie. In fact, I'd wager that Angie would have rather lost to Julie than to Matt, and that's really saying something.

Speaking of wagering, it was a silly bet that started everything.

~ ~ ~ 

"Hey, little sister!" came Julie's happy voice through our speaker phone. "How would you like to have your big sister and her hubby come visit you guys for a week?" 

"That would be awesome!" Angie exclaimed. "What's the occasion?"

"Matt has a week-long business seminar in Marin and we thought it would be fun to have me come along, you know, kind of like a mini-vacation. We figure we'll grab a hotel somewhere up there, but we can't go to San Francisco and not spend some quality time with you two lovebirds, right?"

"Definitely not. Don't be ridiculous, though. You guys are going to stay here with us. We have an empty guest bedroom, and we'd love to have you."

Two weeks later the four of us were sitting together at a nice harbor-view table in the airy, bustling dining room of Scoma's on Pier 47, enjoying an excellent dinner and a beautiful sunset on the water. After the usual pleasantries had been dispensed with and the wine had begun to lube everyone's tongues, the friendly bantering commenced in earnest. 

The topic was Trivial Pursuit, which prompted Angie's teasing pronouncement that she and I as a team had never lost. 

Matt laughed derisively. "Yeah, so? You're just along for the ride! Look at you taking credit for it, when we all know he's the one who answers nearly every question. The only ones you always answer are the movie questions and the 'Sports and Leisure' things about alcoholic beverages."

"Oh, bite me," said Angie, rolling her eyes. "I could beat you straight up."

"Great, and what are Dan and I supposed to do while you two idiots pound away at each other?" Julie asked.

"Fine," answered Angie. "Girls against boys. You guys up for it?" she grinned, putting her arm around Julie.

"Fine by me," I said. 

"Fine by me too," smiled Matt. "You realize you have no chance against the two of us, right? Julie, what about you? What do you say?"

"Sounds fine to me. What do I care? It's just a silly game. It's not like we're playing for anything important."

"Ah, the built-in excuse," I teased. "'We weren't even trying, 'cause the game doesn't matter!'"

Man, Angie hated being teased about losing. Her dark eyes burned liked hot coals. "So what are the stakes then, smart ass?" she asked, her tone fairly dripping with sarcasm.

"What would you like them to be, sweetie?" Matt replied condescendingly. 

"Oh, so it's 'sweetie' now, is it? You're that cocky about this, now that you've got Mister Trivia Geek on your side? Name the stakes. We're in."

Stiffening, Julie turned to Angie. "Whoa, hold on. I'm not agreeing to just anything here, not without knowing what it is first. I want some input in this too."

"Fair enough," I said. "Okay, how does this sound: We all pick the stakes."

"Oh, and how does that work, exactly? I know how you think. You're up to something, and knowing you, it's something totally perverted," Angie grinned.

"No shit," Julie said, smiling at me. "What's spinning through your devious little brain this time? I'm not running naked through a car wash, you freak."

She threw a crouton at me to punctuate her point.

"No, no, trust me, ye of little faith," I shot back. "You're so worried about me and what I'll pick for the stakes? As usual, I'm way ahead of you. I have it all figured out so that nobody can piss and moan about it. Like I said, we're all going to pick the stakes, and here's how we'll do it: We're each going to write down a command to the losing team."

"A command?" asked Angie. 

"Yeah, a command. Or a set of instructions. Or a dare. Whatever you want the losing team to do, write it down. We'll each write down three things on separate pieces of paper. We'll throw all twelve things into a hat, and the losing team has to pick one each day. Just make sure you don't go too crazy with what you write down since you're going to have to pick blindly from the hat, and you may end up having to do your own command. See? We all pick the stakes, including you, Julie."

"What if I don't want to do the command?" she asked, ever the cautious one. "Like I said, I'm not running naked through the mall just because I lost a stupid game."

"Yeah," added Angie. "There has to be an 'out' rule, or something. I'm not so sure I'll be willing to do whatever it is you might come up with either."

"Ohhhh, lookie here, alert the media! The mighty Angelina is scared! Bwaaahahahaaa!!" taunted Matt.

"I'm not scared, you blockhead, I'm sensible. Who knows what sort of stupid things you might come up with? Besides, Julie's here too. You know, Julie, your wife? Julie, the cautious, conservative one?"

"You mean 'Julie the prude,' don't you? Just say it. I know that's what you guys all think," Julie said morosely.

"Okay, look," I answered, trying to rein them back in before everything fell apart, "here's the 'out' rule: The losers can decide to decline a command, but if they do then they also have to choose two more, and they have to do them one right after the other, no questions asked. There's no saying no on the second try. That'll make it risky to turn down a command, since there needs to be some sort of penalty for turning one down. Just keep in mind, half the picks in that hat will be things your team wrote, so you have a pretty decent chance of not picking something really bad. Besides, you never know, we may go easy on you."

"Oh, fuck off," Angie grinned, then she turned to Julie. "Quit worrying. Matt's not going to make us do anything too crazy since he knows you'll have to do it too. My hubby will also go easy on you...because he knows what's good for him."

Smirking, she gave me an evil leer.

"You know what? Screw this," Julie said. "I'm tired of being coddled. I'm your older sister, for Christ's sake. I don't need protecting, and I'm not a prude." She turned to Matt and me. "Let's do it. I'm in. Do your worst, you pricks. I'm looking forward to watching you two pay up."

"There you go! 'Atta girl!" laughed Angie, giving her sister a big hug.

Julie was beaming. She enjoyed being the center of attention, especially when it meant receiving praise from her sister.

"So, we're on? We're doing this for real?" asked Matt.

"Yes, we are," Julie smiled, "and like the saying goes, just be careful what you wish for...."

'Oh, I will. I am truly going to savor this,' thought Matt, staring intently at Angie.

Catching his stare, she returned it with even greater intensity.

~ ~ ~

"Okay, here are three slips of paper for each of us. Write down your commands, fold 'em up, and stick 'em in the hat," I said, pointing to the Cleveland Indians cap I'd placed in the center of the dining room table.

"Any rules about these commands?" asked Matt.

"Good point," I said. "Okay, I think we can all agree that no pain, physical danger or public humiliation will be allowed. Nothing illegal, either. We're not trying to be assholes to each other, okay? We're just having fun."

I looked around the table, and everyone nodded.

"Are we going to talk about what everyone wrote down, you know, before we actually have to draw from the hat, or are we keeping everything secret?" asked Julie.

"Everything has to remain secret," I said to the group. "We're not going to talk about 'em. Except for your own picks, nobody will know what's inside that cap. Again, though, don't go too crazy with your ideas. Remember, if you write down that the loser has to get naked and go grocery shopping, it's your cantaloupes that could end up on display."

"If I may," said Angie, "I suggest that we disallow any public nudity commands. None of us want to be put into that position, and I'm sure we can do better anyway. I'd like to think we can come up with much less juvenile ideas. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm planning something a bit more devious for the loser...something a little more personal," she added, giving Matt a sinister look.

She and Matt were always like brother and sister. They got along great, and genuinely liked one another; there were no ill feelings between them. They just plain hated losing to each other.

"I agree. No public nudity commands. Anything else?" I asked.

"Does the losing team have to pick tasks one at a time, so that each person picks something different to do, or do both people on the losing team have to do the same task?" asked Julie.

"Hmmm. Good question," I said. 

"Both people have to do the same task," Angie said. "That way there's no risk of one of the losers getting something easy while the other gets something really bad. Besides, with two commands per day - if we did one for each loser - and only twelve slips, we'd run out of slips before the week was up."

Everyone agreed, and I gave us ten minutes to write down our three commands. Then, after making sure that the slips were properly folded before they were placed in the cap, I had Julie shake everything up. Once we were satisfied that the slips were all thoroughly mixed together, Angie spread the game out on the table.

"LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMMMBLLLLLLE!!" I intoned, doing a crappy job of a Michael Buffer impersonation.

~a couple of hours later, Team Testicles had defeated Team Italian Titties~

"Two out of three! Two out of three!" pleaded Angie.

"Why should we? What's in it for us? We already won. Your asses are all ours now," I said.

"What do you want?" Julie asked fearfully.

"Well," I began, "in order for this to make sense for our team, since we would be the ones risking something here, I say we have to give ourselves the possibility of gaining something too. Wouldn't you agree, Matt?"

"Absolutely. We already won. Why should we give that up for free? So, yeah, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking we increase the stakes. See, I already know what I wrote. You might say that I held back a bit."

"I didn't," Matt said, looking right at Angie again.

She boiled under his possessive stare. "Fine. We almost beat you, so name your poison. We're going to win this time anyway."

"Okay," I said, "what's going to happen now is that Matt and I are going to add three more slips apiece, only this time our commands are going to be, shall we say, a bit more pleasing to us should we win. We'll still have to do them ourselves if we lose, so I know I'm not going to choose anything too crazy, but I'm definitely going to up the ante on these three slips. Matt, are you okay with that?"

"I'm good. I've got some ideas."

"Just remember, dude," I added, "don't go crazy with any 'hot lesbo action' commands, 'cause if we lose I will have to kill you."

"Yeah, baby!!" laughed Angie. "I'd love to see you two down on your knees, barking like dogs and blowing each other!"

"Not gonna happen," Matt smirked. "God, who knew you were such a freak?"

Julia grinned, "You're just now figuring that out? Jeez, honey, where have you been?"

"Yeah, yeah," smiled Angie. "Okay, so we're all agreed? Two out of three?"

Everyone agreed, and Matt and I added our six Extra Spicy recipes to the mix.

~two hours later~

"Fuck," Julie said, watching as I filled in our final slice of the pie to win the game.

Thank god for the 'Sports' part of the 'Sports and Leisure' category, because that was my ace in the hole. I just pounded away at those things, giving us more chances at the harder pie slices, until finally it was over.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," I said. 

"Oh, you definitely will," Matt added, grinning ominously at Angie.

"Good game, sis," she said, resignation in her eyes.

"I'm ready," Julie said, with a determined look. "I'm not scared. You watch. You guys all think I'm scared, but I'm fine. In fact, hey, I'm on vacation, so bring it on!"

We couldn't tell whether she was just trying to psyche herself up or if she really meant it. Either way, we had to give her credit for being a good sport. 

"Go ahead then, Julie," I said. "Draw one from the cap."

Julie pulled out a slip and handed it to Angie, then she looked over her sister's shoulder as Angie read the message aloud... 

The losing team serves breakfast in bed to the winning team for the entire week...to each other's spouses!

Everyone laughed, and I looked at Matt. When he shrugged his shoulders, I made a face that said, "It wasn't me either."

Having figured it out right away, a smiling Angie turned to her sister.

"Okay, fine, I wrote that one!" giggled Julie. "I thought it would be really nice, and maybe even a little naughty too, so sue me."

She was grinning happily, evidently very pleased with herself and her good fortune over drawing her own command.

As it had become quite late, I suggested we call it a night, saying the fun would commence the following morning. Everyone agreed, and after Angie set Matt and Julie up in our guest bedroom we all adjourned for the evening.

~ ~ ~

I woke to the clinking of dishes and the pressing of something heavy on my bed. My eyes blinked open, and I sat up to see what was happening. It was still somewhat dark in the room, so I couldn't make out much.

The light on my nightstand suddenly clicked on, and there was Julie sitting beside me on the bed.

Angie was gone. 

"Good morning, jerk face," said Julie, with a quirky smile. "As promised, I've come to pay my debt to society." 

She'd placed a loaded TV tray on my nightstand and was sitting next to me as I sat up against the headboard. She had on a little slip of a nightgown; it was very pretty, though nothing overtly sexy or see-through. It was just a simple cotton nightie, white with lace edging, cut to a fairly low neckline. The lower hemline was about mid-thigh.

"Sleep well?" she asked; a bit too politely, I thought, noticing she was dividing her attention between my face and bare chest.

Angie and I slept in the nude, and even though Julie had seen me many times over the years without a shirt on, that morning was the closest she'd ever been to me when she knew I was naked.

My sheet was bunched up near my belly button, and I followed her eyes down my chest, over my stomach, to my...morning erection, which was making a very obvious tent in my sheet!

'Oh fuck. Not good,' I thought.

"Looks like someone was sleeping really well. Did I come too soon?" she smiled, all sugar and spice sweetness.

'Wow! Is my innocent sister actually flirting with me?' I thought, grinning to myself. 

Without waiting for an answer, she stood and leaned down to grab the TV tray. Her nightie flittered up to where I got a really nice look at the backs of her thighs, all the way to the beginning of her ass. All I could see was just the start of her ass cheeks, and only for a brief moment. I couldn't tell whether she was wearing panties.

Turning back with the tray to set it on my lap, she exposed the tops of her bare breasts.

'Nice,' I thought. I couldn't see much, but what I saw looked really good. 

When she lowered the tray to my lap, she bumped it into my hard-on, jostling the dishes.

"Oops!" she giggled. "Sorry about that. It seems I ran into a little problem there," she said, shooting me a mischievous grin. "Well, more of a really big problem, I should say."

'She is flirting with me! Okay, fine. Two can play at this game,' I decided. "Here, hold on to it a sec," I said, scooting up a bit higher. She looked at me with wide eyes, and I grinned, "The tray, smarty pants."

"Oh," she said, giving me a cute pout. Once I was situated again, she asked, "All better now?"

"Yeah, let's eat," I said.

Nodding, she bit her lip and stared.

While repositioning myself I'd made sure to rest the food across the tops of my thighs, well below my erection. Though my hard-on was still covered by the sheet, it was standing prominently above the tray. Knowing she was looking at it, I purposely bumped my cock with my forearm each time I reached for my plate, making it lurch and wobble for her.

She just sat there, nibbling on her toast while ogling my enormous erection.

I casually said, "I think I'm glad we won."

"I definitely wanted to win, but I guess as punishments go, this isn't so bad," she said, sporting a wry smile. "If we had won, it probably would have been kind of boring for you."

"Oh? How so?"

"Unlike you, obviously, I usually wear at least a little something to bed," she said, grinning as she stared at my cock.

"Well, like you said, you are on vacation. You know, when in Rome...."

"Hmmm, you may have something there. Still, I doubt it would be so obvious with me, the way it is with you." Nibbling on her toast again, she gave me another wry smile. "Yes, I think it's probably better that you won. This is much more interesting." After a lengthy pause, she added, "So can I expect a similar greeting every morning?"

"If you come when I'm just waking up, yeah, probably," I grinned.

I finished eating, and she lifted the tray away, uncovering me but for the thin sheet. While staring at my swaying length, she put her hand on my thigh. "Then I guess I'll have to make a point of booting Angie from your bed before you wake up. If you greet me like this every morning, breakfast may not be the only thing I serve you."

Giving me a sexy smile, she slowly slid her hand up my thigh. When my cock visibly throbbed beneath the sheet, she took it in her hand. Still smiling, she stroked it a few times and gave it a firm squeeze before releasing it.




Sisters Ch. 01



Giggling, she took the tray out to the kitchen.

As I watched her saunter away, I thought, 'Holy fuck! What was all that about?'

After getting up to take an awkward piss, I threw on some sweatpants and headed to the kitchen, where I found the sisters whispering excitedly at the sink. Julie was checking the feel of Angie's silk nightie by lifting the hem and running the material through her fingers. When I entered the kitchen, they stopped what they were doing and started giggling.

"Oh my!" said Angie, beaming as she walked over to me. "Wow, honey, look at you. I guess you must have really enjoyed your breakfast in bed," she grinned, reaching down to grasp the conspicuous bulge of my cock, which was still semi-hard even after taking my piss. While caressing my resurgent erection, she smiled at Julie, who stood blushing as she watched her sister's hand travel up and down my jutting shaft.

I noticed Angie's robe reached the middle of her thighs, which meant she was wearing the more conservative of her two silk nighties. Even so, the wide gap between the lapels exposed a large expanse of her obviously bare breasts, and her long, thick nipples were showing erect through the thin wrap.

When she stepped in front of me and began teasingly pressing her ass against my hard-on, Julie went to her and playfully opened and closed the silk robe peekaboo style, prompting a laughing Angie to slap at her sister's hands.

Angie's tanned legs looked amazing in that robe; while the silk wasn't see-through, the wispy, clinging material vividly defined her smooth contours, in particular the deep cleft of her bare ass.

The overall effect was simply spectacular. 

Taking a seat, I sheepishly looked up at the grinning minxes.

"So? Did you two have a nice time in bed together?" asked Angie, flashing Julie a bright smile.

Before either of us could answer, Matt came ambling into the kitchen wearing casual business clothes and a bemused grin. He shot a quick glance at Angie, who gave him a smug little smirk.

Julie laughed when she saw Angie's look of victory. "So, sweetie," she giggled to Matt, "did you enjoy your morning in bed with my gorgeous baby sister?"

"Yes, Matt," smiled Angie, "was breakfast served to your satisfaction?"

"Dude," he said, giving me a goofy lopsided grin. He shook his head and sighed, "I'm outta here. I gotta get going to my seminar, so I'll see you all tonight. Later!"

As he left the house, the laughing sisters high-fived.

Once Matt was gone, Julie couldn't stop laughing. "Angie, he may never eat my cooking again! Look at you, you little slut! I could never wear something like that around your husband!"

"Better get used to it, Jules," I said. "That's about as 'PTA mom' as Angie gets with her robes. She went easy on him."

"God, Matt's never going to want to go home now. How am I supposed to compete with...that!" she exclaimed, using both hands to gesture to Angie's lush curves. "You two won't even know I'm here, not with her running around the house practically naked."

Leaning over, Angie whispered something in her ear. With a look of shock, Julie guffawed, bringing her hands to her mouth. "Oh my god, Angie! You're bad!" she giggled.

"I'm right, though. You know I am," Angie said, flashing another smug grin.

"Yes, you probably are," smiled Julie.

"Besides," Angie added, looking over at me, "judging by the condition he was in following your breakfast in bed together, I'd say my wonderfully excitable husband definitely noticed you."

"She certainly knows how to start a guy's day," I grinned.

"See?" laughed Angie.

Julie teased me with a coy smile. "I have to admit, it sure looked like you were enjoying yourself." Then she turned to give Angie's ass a playful pinch. "Even if I wasn't half naked, like my baby sister...."

Slipping her hand beneath Angie's robe to caress her smooth bottom, Julie gave me another sexy grin, and was that even a bit of a challenge in her eyes?

~ ~ ~

Angie and I had taken the week off from work so we could keep our guests company during their stay at our place. Specifically, Angie wanted us to entertain Julie while Matt was away. We just hung around during the day, catching up on our lives. We took Julie over to Sausalito for lunch, where we enjoyed a nice view of the Bay as we sat outside and watched the people go by.

Matt returned late in the afternoon, and he wasn't wasting any time. Leading Julie straight to the baseball cap full of commands, he had her grab a slip of paper.

Julie read it aloud...

Losers perform a sexy car wash for the winners, then it's time for some even sexier massages!

Everyone looked right at Matt, who grinned triumphantly. He'd been complaining about how badly his car had gotten blasted by bugs on the drive up from L.A., and Angie had always made it known that she was a sucker for a good full-body massage.

"Yep, that one was mine," he said, clearly quite proud of himself.

"I never would have guessed, honey!" teased Julie. "We all know how you've always wanted to give Angie a sexy massage, but what's this about a sexy car wash too? What do you expect us to do?"

"I think I can answer that," Angie grinned. "He wants us to be like the girls in those David Lee Roth videos. He wants us all wet and soapy, hosing each other down as we bounce around in skimpy bikinis. Right, Matt?"

"Works for me," he smiled. 

"Fine by me," said Julie. "Considering this one's from the guys, I'd say it's still fairly tame."

"That depends," Angie said.

"On what?"

"The massages, mostly, and also the skimpiness of the bikinis. Hubby's massages can get pretty intense."

"I take it we'll be massaging each other's spouses, not our own," Julie said, blushing.

"They're a couple of horny little perverts, so who do you think they're going to choose? They're probably going to want to massage us, though maybe they'll want to get the massages themselves, hoping we'll give them a 'happy ending.' Either way, c'mon, you know they're going to want to do it with each other's wife."

"Yep!" I added cheerfully.

"Bingo!" said Matt. "C'mon, girls, we've only got a couple of hours of daylight left, so get those pretty bottoms in gear!"

"Wait," Julie said. "I wasn't planning on going swimming this trip. I didn't bring my bikini."

"You can borrow one of Angie's," Matt said.

"Yeah, right! Umm, in case you hadn't noticed?" She cupped her breasts through her t-shirt before cupping and bobbling Angie's much larger breasts, bouncing them for effect. "I don't think any of her tops will fit me, doofus."

"Better figure something out, ladies," I said. "Just be glad we're letting you wear anything at all, since the only thing we agreed on was no public nudity. Nobody said anything about stuff around the house, so you're lucky he isn't making you do it naked."

"Fine, fine," Angie said. "C'mon, Julie, we'll come up with something. Let's go."

She took Julie by the hand, and the girls headed off to our bedroom.

Ten minutes later, having gathered the buckets, sponges, soap and towels, Matt and I were kicking back on lawn chairs in the driveway. We had the hose all set up and ready to go.

"Well fuck me running," Matt said, looking back towards the sound of the girls coming through the garage. "Can you believe it?"

No, I really couldn't.

"Just shut up, you two. Nothing I had would fit her, so we had to improvise," Angie grinned, enjoying her older sister's predicament. "C'mon, Julie, let's give them their silly little show."

Like Vanna White presenting a vowel, she held her hand above Julie's head. Getting into the spirit of things, Julie did a full pirouette for us, with Angie using both hands to display her.

"Never thought I'd see the day," smiled Matt, shaking his head.

"That makes two of us," Julie said, with a wide grin.

She was actually fairly well covered, at least as bikinis go. The thing is, it wasn't a bikini. Nope, it was a pair of very sheer light blue panties and a white tank top. That poor t-shirt was really old and threadbare, plus it was cut to shreds. Riddled with open slashes, it didn't quite reach Julie's belly button.

"See? This covers as much as any of my swimsuits," Julie said, smiling brightly. "It also covers way more than her teensy bikini," she added, gesturing to Angie with a knowing grin.

Yes indeed, it sure did.

Angie was wearing a simple white bikini. Just three tiny triangles. It sounds tame enough, but with that body and her Mediterranean skin tone it was truly intense. Her silver-dollar areolas were only barely covered, and her tiny see-through panties clearly revealed that she shaved her pussy, though she allowed a bit of her small landing strip to peek out over the top of the bikini bottoms.

While Julie's tight golden bottom was partially covered, Angie's curvier heart-shaped, olive-toned ass was totally bare except for a small triangle at the top of her deep crescent split.

"All ready for us?" Angie smirked, posing sexily for Matt. 

Like a horny statue, he just stared at her. "Uhhh, yeah, here you go..." he said, handing her the hose.

Julie opened the spigot, and the first thing Angie did was drill me and Matt with two solid blasts of cold water.

"Serves you perverts right!" laughed Julie. "We shouldn't be the only ones who are wet!"

Grinning, Angie deadpanned, "Speak for yourself, babe."

"Huh? Oh! No, not like that!" giggled Julie, blushing again.

The car washing finally began, and Matt had the bright idea of setting the stereo in the garage to an '80s Hair Metal station. When "Cherry Pie" by Warrant came blaring out at us, even Julie laughed at the absurdity of it all, then the girls just went for it! They dove headlong into the clichéd 'hot chicks cavorting about in a rock video' shtick, soaping each other with sponges, pressing their tits against the glass, lewdly grinding their bodies together...the whole nine yards.

We all laughed, but make no mistake, they were fucking hot! Once wet, everything they had on became various degrees of see-through, with Angie's unlined white bikini taking the prize for being the most revealingly transparent. With her light brown nipples and dark landing strip showing through clear as day, she may as well have been nude.

Though Julie's little blonde triangle of pubic hair and pink areolas showed clearly too, she still at least appeared to be somewhat clothed; unlike Angie, who looked completely naked.

They both really got into it, with Angie making a big show of cupping her soapy breasts for our benefit and Julie bending over the hood of the car, inviting her sister to play. Angie held the hose like it was a hard cock and humped Julie's ass with it, as if she were fucking her with a strap-on. Their pretend-fucking had the girls squealing and laughing hysterically, then in one quick motion Angie pantsed her sister! When Julie screamed, Angie dropped the hose and ran giggling to the other side of the car. 

Julie instantly took off in hot pursuit, though her ability to give chase was greatly hampered by her efforts at pulling her panties back up!

Jesus, what a sight they were. It couldn't have been any better, not unless Julie caught Angie, which she did, after Angie slipped on the wet grass and went flying! She landed on her back, her legs up in the air, and Julie pounced. "Gotcha, you sneaky bitch!" she crowed, then she pantsed Angie right back! She had those bikini bottoms all the way to her sister's knees before Angie rolled to the side, preventing Julie from finishing the job. Though Angie's evasive maneuver momentarily got her away from her sister, it also afforded us a clear shot of her full, pouting labia.

"Okay! Okay! You win! I give up!!" she shouted, and the laughing sisters collapsed together on the lawn, arms and legs akimbo.

Angie's bikini bottoms were down around her shins, so she slipped one foot out and lay back on the grass, knees bent, legs spread, her wet panties dangling from her right ankle.

Noticing that Angie was going bottomless in front of Matt, Julie whispered something to her. After exchanging grins, Julie nodded eagerly, then Angie leaned over and slowly pulled her sister's panties down. Beaming at us, Julie let her take them all the way off, leaving both girls completely nude below the waist. As they lay whispering in the grass and tickling each other, Julie tugged Angie's bikini top aside, baring her sister's breasts while laughing, "What difference does it make? Your bikini doesn't hide anything anyway!"

Squealing excitedly, the girls let loose with peals of sexy giggling. When Julie cupped and began playing with Angie's gorgeous naked tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples, she sent her beautiful little sister into paroxysms of crazy laughter.

"Dude..." Matt said quietly to me.

"No doubt. Holy fuck. Great idea, man."

"Are you seeing this?" he exclaimed. "I can't believe Julie! She's showing everything! And Angie is letting us see her incredible tits...and even her amazing pussy!"

Realizing what he'd just said, he backpedaled. "Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean—"

"No problem. They're both doing it, and they both look amazing. You never thought you'd see Angie's pussy, and I sure as hell never thought I would ever see Julie's. It ain't just you, dude."

"This really is amazing," he said. "Never in a million years would I have believed that Julie would let you see her like this."

"Well, like I told her, 'When in Rome....'"

"When was that?" 

"This morning, when she served me breakfast in bed. She was talking about how she always wears at least a little something to bed."

"Yeah, she does. I take it Angie doesn't," he said, with a knowing smile.

"Nope, not a stitch. She actually dressed conservatively for you this morning."

"That's gotta be part of what's going on then," Matt said. "Because of Angie, Julie's loosening up. You know she can't stand to be shown up by her 'baby sister.' She's trying to keep pace so Angie won't get all our attention."

"Yep, and Angie's obviously pushing her. Sometimes I catch them talking quietly and giggling together, and I know they're scheming. I saw Angie whisper something to Julie this morning that shocked her, though obviously in a good way."

"What do you think it was about?" Matt asked, sitting up.

"I have a pretty good idea what it was about, though I don't know exactly what she said. Julie was teasing Angie about the way she was running around 'practically naked' in front of you all morning, so how was she supposed to compete with that? Meaning how was she supposed to compete with Angie's body? Angie whispered something to her in response, and it shocked Julie. Angie obviously said something about what she did with you in bed, or maybe what Julie needs to do to compete. Whatever it was, they didn't want me to hear it, and they both went into a giggling fit over it."

"Wow. I think I like this 'sister competition' thing."

"We both know it isn't just the sisters," I grinned. "Angie's trying to get your goat too."

"Yep, she is. With those two competing against each other to see who will blink first, and with Angie wanting to get over on me so badly, I think we're in for some real fireworks."

"Are you okay with all this?" I asked. "I'm used to Angie being a flirt and everything, but she never actually does much about it. It's not like she fucks guys in clubs or anything. It's exciting for us, sure, yet it's all just harmless fun. Julie, though, how are you with her doing this? You know, with Julie suddenly trying to keep up with Angie?"

"Seriously? I love it. It's about fucking time, I say. I've always wanted her to be more fun, like Angie. Julie's a beautiful woman. She doesn't need to be such a prude. She hates being thought of that way, but for the most part, yeah, she pretty much is a prude. Maybe trying to compete with Angie for our attention is exactly what she needs. It's as if she's trying to prove she's desirable too."

"Like Julie isn't desirable," I said, rolling my eyes. "Jesus, she can be so silly. That girl has always been totally hot, and there's no reason for her to be a prude. She should enjoy herself, the same as Angie. You sure would get the benefit of it."

While watching the girls laugh and roll around naked together on the grass, he nodded. "No shit. Look at her. This is the sexiest she's ever been, and she's excited and happy. I love seeing her like this. I just wish she would always be this way. The main thing now is I gotta figure out how to make sure she doesn't go back into her shell."

"Want a suggestion?"

"Sure. Fire away."

"Let's keep working her. We need to continue making her feel not just pretty but totally hot and sexy, like Angie. Also, keep flirting with Angie, and let her flirt with you. Push her. Challenge her. Force her to come back at you, knowing she'll have to see your bet and raise you. Use her competitiveness with you to your advantage. Make Julie jealous. That's when she steps up and tries to win back our attention. Most of all, act like everything is perfectly okay. Make her realize that she's the only one who's being weird about it. Everyone else is having fun, and she's more than welcome to have fun too. Show her that you like seeing her play."

"Yeah, sounds like good advice. I'd love to see this continue. Hell, purely on a selfish level, no one has to twist my arm to make me want to keep playing with Angie. I mean if you're cool with it, I'm sure enjoying it!"

"I'm fine with it, and obviously Angie is too or else she wouldn't be pushing forward with both you and Julie. Speaking of which...."

The girls were standing before us, their arms folded below their breasts. They'd put their wet things back on, and Angie had obviously been waiting for us to finish talking.

"Okay, you jerks, are you happy now? Was that a proper sexy car wash?" she grinned.

"You went above and beyond the call of duty. You are both to be commended," I said, saluting her.

"Great," she smirked. "We really appreciate the vote of confidence. Such a discriminating audience and all, too...so hard to please."

She was really laying it on thick. 

Giving her a big grin, I stroked her thigh. "Yes, ladies, and to show our appreciation for your fine efforts, let us now proceed to your soothing massages. I do believe you've earned them."

"Damn right, we earned them!" giggled Julie. "After that performance we just put on for you two horndogs, these massages had better be good!"

~ ~ ~

"Here they are, the guests of honor! All ready for your massages?" I grinned, gesturing to the two tables I'd set up in the living room. 

There was only one real massage table, the other merely being a narrow dining room table. In an attempt to provide a measure of full-body padding for that one I'd added a sleeping bag pad, a bunch of thick towels, and a pillow. I'd also dimmed the lights, lit some candles and turned on some soothing New Age music featuring quiet, relaxing sounds of the ocean.

"Ladies," I said, motioning for Julie to climb up onto my table, and Matt did the same with Angie.

Both girls had changed into dry panties and t-shirts.

"On your stomachs first," I said. 

I placed a towel across Julie's bottom, and Matt did likewise with Angie. After pouring some citrus-scented massage oil into my hands, I rubbed my palms together to warm the oil before gently smoothing my hands over Julie's shoulders.

Matt did the same with Angie; since I had a massage therapy license, he was clearly trying to mirror my actions.

The obvious problem immediately presented itself, which Angie noticed when she felt the pause in the room. Looking up, she saw me hovering my oily hands over Julie's back. I was reluctant to touch her t-shirt. Glancing at Matt, Angie saw him doing the same hovering motion.




Sisters Ch. 01



"Julie, I told you we would probably have to take off our tops," she said. "They're doing Swedish massage, using oil, so we can't wear anything."

"Okay," Julie said uncertainly.

Grinning, Angie shimmied out of her top, flinging it to the floor while trying to keep her breasts pressed to the table.

After only a bit of hesitation, Julie did the same. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, returning Angie's grin.

"Julie, place your arms down by your sides," I said before simply positioning them myself.

Angie moved hers into place on her own.

"Okay," I continued, "we're going to begin with light effleurage strokes, smoothing our way down your backs in soothing circles."

I moved slowly down the center of Julie's lissome torso, spreading my hands at the bottom before circling back up in the same manner. After making a few round trips, I began doing larger swirls, following an obvious pattern along her spine.

Her body started to soften, indicating that she was really beginning to relax, though she tensed up a bit when I transitioned to her upper arms, coming close to her breasts.

"Shhhh," I said gently. "Let me know if anything I do makes you uncomfortable, and I'll move on. Otherwise, just let yourself go."

"Okay," she said again, relaxing all over.

I slid my hands to the inner part of her upper arms, and she let me knead the soft flesh there. When I moved to her back and began stroking her sides, however, she jumped as if I'd tickled her.

"Shhhhh. Soft...relax," I whispered in her ear. Then, giving her consistent pressure so she would get used to the feeling of my hands on her body, I began circling up and down her sides.

I glanced over at Angie, who had her head turned to where she could watch my massage of her sister. She looked up at me and smiled.

When Matt started stroking her the same way, Angie raised her arms above her shoulders. Immediately her large breasts appeared at her sides, bulging out beneath her. Matt continued up her body, until his hands were pressing into the sides of her breasts.

Angie always loved having her breasts touched anyway, and she particularly enjoyed it during a massage.

Sure enough, she gave me a happy smile before closing her eyes.

Meanwhile, Julie let out a quiet moan when my fingertips brushed the sides of her smaller breasts.

Hearing her sister's response, Angie opened her eyes and blew me a kiss.

Following my lead, Matt changed direction when I turned towards Julie's legs. I began to smooth my hands down her lower back all the way to the top of her ass, where I ran into the waistband of her panties; there I paused to do a series of light circles, running my fingertips beneath the lacy trim.

Softening further, Julie melted into the table while Angie wriggled invitingly side-to-side. 

Moving to Julie's hip, I folded the towel to the center of her ass, exposing her left cheek. I began doing long strokes up and down her hip and side, reaching to the top of her thigh. After slipping the panties into her sweet divide, giving her a bit of a thong, I took firm hold of her warm, smooth mound.

Startled, she lifted her head, and Angie reached over to hold her hand. Julie looked back at me for a moment before returning her head to the table, facing her sister.

"It's okay. Your husband is doing me, too..." Angie said, gesturing to her own bottom and Matt's hands working there.

After a few minutes of deep kneading to soften Julie's delicious ass, I covered her with the towel. Leaving my hand there to maintain contact, I walked around the table and began working on the other side, again folding back the towel before kneading and stroking her tight cheek.

I noticed Matt had done the same thing, only he hadn't covered Angie's first cheek before moving around the table to do the other. I also noticed that Angie had begun a constant side-to-side wriggling motion of her ass, indicating she was definitely enjoying herself.

I moved to the center of Julie's ass to do a bit of full palm-massage, pulling, pressing and separating, only I kept running into her panties.

Looking over at us, Angie reached back and pulled her own panties down. Lifting her hips to raise her ass, she gave Matt a seductive smile. "Take my panties off," she whispered.

Gulping, he pulled her panties over her ass and down her thighs. Angie raised each knee, allowing him to slip her panties all the way off.

Watching as her sister lay completely naked and happy beside her, Julie looked over her shoulder and smiled, "Do my ass." She raised her hips, inviting me to remove her panties. Once I'd slid them off and tossed them aside, she settled back down onto her stomach, sexily wriggling her bottom for me.

After pouring more oil into my hands, I resumed her massage. Sweeping my palms in opposing circles, I spread her open. I had covered her ass on the other side, but on my side I'd moved the towel over just enough to treat myself to a glorious view of her mouthwatering center.

When I glanced over at Matt, he gestured with his eyes for me to check out what he was doing while mouthing, "Holy shit!"

I saw Angie's sumptuous split, and with each pull towards his body her ass would spread that much more, until we could see her cute crinkled pucker; her little star was nearly the same rich olive-tan color as the rest of her ass, only slightly pinker. It was opening and closing with the concentric movements of his hands, and Matt was grinning like he'd just won the lottery.

I raised my eyebrows, giving him a congratulatory smirk. He just smiled and shook his head in wonder over his amazing good fortune.

Looking down at Julie again, I took note of her much lighter-hued flesh. Her ass was more golden honey, with a ring of darker pink surrounding her shocking pink asshole. I moved her cheeks back and forth, making her tiny mouth wink at me, then I smoothed more oil all over her flawless bottom, including down into her crack. When the sides of my fingers glided over her tiny asterisk, she tensed before relaxing again and letting me continue.

Lingering to stroke lightly there, I gently pressed my fingertip inside her tightest hole.

Along with a whole-body shudder there was a perceptible rising of her ass, accompanied by a very definite moan. "Mmmm...more..." she whispered.

I pressed in firmly, sinking more of my finger into her hot bottom. Pushing back against me until it was all the way inside, she raised her hips and began moving her ass in needy undulations. As I gently fucked her, her breath was coming in short gasps, and it didn't take long before she had a small, sweet orgasm, her ass literally vibrating on my hand.

Looking over at Angie, I noticed Matt was running his fingers through her deep crevice. She was lifting her ass too, encouraging his caresses, but he never stopped to linger at any one spot the way I had with Julie.

Angie's eyes were hooded and slightly fluttering as she smiled dreamily at me.

Covering Julie's trembling bottom with the towel, I slid down her smooth legs to her feet, and Matt did the same to Angie. Julie jumped when I touched her instep while Angie just bent her knee, offering Matt her pretty toes.

"Relax, sweetie...relax," she said again, squeezing Julie's hand. 

Julie tried to relax but she kept flinching whenever I touched the bottom of her foot, so I slid up to her ankle and silky calf.

Matt followed right along, though Angie's knee was still bent, her calf raised high.

Julie kept her knee straight, her leg pressed flat to the table. She moaned when I pressed into the back of her knee, but she didn't flinch.

Angie relaxed with her head in her arms while Matt stroked her calf.

I moved to Julie's thigh, starting with long strokes on the outside. When I drifted to the softer flesh on the inside, she whimpered just a little, but didn't flinch. As I began sliding up her thigh, Angie again squeezed her hand.

I noticed Angie had kept her foot raised in the air and was doing languid figure-eights with it while Matt stroked her inner thigh. She moved her leg out just a skosh, opening herself that little bit more.

When I circled my way to the top of Julie's thigh, lightly caressing the bottom of her cheek, she spread her legs. I'd managed to lift her towel to where I could see her beautiful pussy; rubbing in tandem circles, I felt her heat against the sides of my palms. The sweep of my hands was spreading her lips open and closed, open and closed, revealing her shining pink center. As her wet lips were pushed together and pulled apart with each rotation, her pussy began making moist smacking sounds. Her moans became louder, and her ass moved in a more obvious thrusting motion. Taking her by the hips and raising them higher, I reveled at the sight of her swollen clit.

Grinning to myself, I ran a gentle fingertip through her flowering lips, slowly penetrating her wet slit until I was deeply fucking her. Her silken walls clenched tightly around my finger; she quickly came again, her pussy squirting a small stream of warm, clear joy in my palm...and still she kept flexing her ass and moving her hips, wanting more.

Angie was receiving similar treatment, though she didn't cum. She later told me that Matt never even touched her pussy or asshole. He spread her ass and thighs to where he could gaze at her pussy, yet he never actually touched her where she most wanted to be touched. She said that had he pressed into her asshole or at least slipped a finger inside her pussy she would have gone off like a rocket.

Instead, she was left feeling wet, tingling, and very wanting.

Returning my attention to Julie, I lightly squeezed her thigh. "Ready to do your front?"

While Julie took a moment to catch her breath, Angie grinned, "Baby, I think that's probably enough for her first time."

Julie finally panted, "Wooo, that was amaaaaaazing! God, that felt so incredible. Angie, are you positive we lost? It sure feels to me like we won." Smiling serenely, she happily wriggled her ass beneath my hand. "Mmmmmm-hmmm, we definitely won," she purred.

With the glorious scent of wet pussy filling the room, I leaned down to give her pretty bottom a finishing kiss.

"Baby, could you go grab us some robes, please?" Angie asked me, smiling softly while caressing Julie's bare back.

I went to fetch a couple of robes for them, returning with Angie's revealing number from that morning for Julie and a wickedly short one for Angie, which was really just a silk cover-up to a set of lingerie. When I laid the wraps atop each girl's bottom, Angie said, "Thank you, baby. Please give us a moment of privacy to get dressed."

Heading off to the kitchen, Matt and I fixed some drinks and sat down at the table.

Silence. Deafening silence, then slow grins.

~ ~ ~

"So how did you like your first Swedish massage?" Angie asked, giving Julie a warm smile as they sat up to pull their robes on.

Julie was over the moon with excitement. "Angie, did you see? I came! Twice! The second time, I squirted right on his hand! Oh my god, that was awesome!"

"And just imagine, they didn't even do our fronts. They still owe us the most fun part of the massage," grinned Angie. Hugging her happy sister, they laughed together. "Seriously, though, are you okay?"

"Okay? I'm way better than okay! Had someone told me two days ago that I'd be rolling around in your front yard, pulling your bikini bottoms off of you right in front of my husband - much less having you peel my panties off of me in front of your husband - I never would have believed it. Had someone told me that I would also be letting my husband rub oil into your pussy while your husband fingered mine and made me cum, I really wouldn't have believed it...but I totally loved it!"

Angie grinned. "Well, to be fair, your hubby never touched my pussy. All he did was rub oil into my ass and everywhere around my slit. Not like you, you big slut, letting my husband finger-fuck your pussy...and your tight little asshole."

"You saw that?" squealed Julie excitedly, blushing deep scarlet.

"Yes, pretty girl, I most certainly did, and I also saw you squirt cum on his hand. Jeez, and you call me the show off! The way you're seducing our men, I should take lessons from you!"

Beaming sweetly, Julie said, "'Show him your beautiful blonde pussy! He'll pay attention to you for sure!' Right in front of your hubby this morning, that's what I seem to recall my baby sister telling me to do."

She was quite pleased to be going on the offensive for once.

"Yeah, well," answered Angie, "I didn't think you would really do it, at least not like that, anyway. I didn't know we'd be doing all this crazy stuff, and you'd get such a perfect opportunity to show off your gorgeous pussy. How could I have known? I was only talking about maybe teasing them around the house, like when we're in the kitchen, or when you go to serve Dan his breakfast in bed. You know, just little flashes and things. I didn't know we'd be totally naked together, with their hands all over us."

"Suuuure you didn't..." laughed Julie. "So when you were in bed with Matt this morning, did you show him your hot little landing-strip pussy? He looked awfully pleased when he came into the kitchen, and this robe of yours leaves almost nothing to the imagination, especially when you wear it!"

"Nope, I'm innocent," smiled Angie. "I never showed him anything."

Julie smirked at her.

"Okay, fine, but I didn't show him everything. I teased him with some good shots down the front of my robe, and I may have bent over a little with my back to him, but I never let it ride up high enough to show my pussy. Nope. My nipples sure got hard, though, which he definitely noticed, especially since that robe doesn't do anything but highlight them.

"And what about you? What happened this morning with you two that got Dan so excited?" 

Julie grinned happily. "Oh, nothing much. As you saw, my nightie wasn't nearly as revealing as yours. About the most he saw of me was maybe a peek down my front, which doesn't show much. Maybe he also got a peek up my nightie from behind, just a little, but I don't think he saw too much there, either. It was more what I saw, actually."

She smiled at her naughty little revelation. Staid, conservative Julie was really starting to enjoy their sexy game.

Angie was enjoying it too. She loved seeing her sister open up and have fun, and she squeezed Julie's hand. "Oh? And what might that have been, you little hussy?" 

"Oh, nothing but a morning construction project, I'd say."

Angie laughed out loud. "He didn't! He showed you his morning hard-on? Seriously?"

"No, not exactly. It was certainly popping up the sheet, though, and he made sure I could see it, nice and clear. I think he thought I was flirting with him - and he was right, I was definitely flirting with him - so I guess he decided to flirt right back. God, it was really fun."

"You enjoyed that, did you?" smiled Angie, genuinely happy for her sister.

"Yes, I did! I had never done anything like that before, and it was so cool to see him trying to sneak peeks at me, the way Matt always does with you. It was awesome, seeing his huge hard-on like that! Knowing he was letting me see it, that was the coolest part of all. I even reached out and squeezed it through the sheet!"

Giving her bemused younger sister a mischievous grin, Julie added, "Angie, you have got to let me wake him up again tomorrow. I just have to feel that big dick of his, with no sheet in the way."

"Of course you can, sweetie. I think that's awesome. We'll get up at the same time tomorrow, but this time when you go to him you have to wear something much sexier than your cotton nightie."

"You mean something like this barely-there silk robe, with no panties, so I can show him my 'beautiful blonde pussy' as much as I want?" she giggled.

Grinning, Angie nodded. "Definitely. Make him totally drool, and don't forget to show off the rest of your body too. God, with your amazing legs and ass, and those perfect tits? Woooo, look out, world! Run for your lives! Julie's discovered the fun of flirting and being sexy, and playing with hard cocks! Lord help us!"

Affectionately caressing her thigh, she added, "Now that you're out of your cage, what are we going to do with you?"

"Me? What about you? I know Matt must have had a raging hard-on the whole time you were in bed with him this morning. Besides, it's more like what are they going to do with us? We lost, remember?"

~ ~ ~

"Ready for tomorrow, girls?" grinned Matt. 

Angie had called us back to the living room, where we found the two of them hugging on my massage table.

"Yes, sir! Ready, willing and able!" Julie said, saluting him the same way I'd saluted Angie earlier, and we all laughed together.

'Julie is becoming the life of the party! How cool is that?' I thought, smiling to myself.

"Remember, guys, don't go too crazy here," Angie said, trying to bring us all back to reality a bit. "We let you get a little carried away there. We allowed you to take some extra liberties with us, and that's fine, since we clearly enjoyed it. Certainly no one was complaining. I just want you to keep in mind that Julie and I are sisters, and we're also your wives. We're not a couple of random Hooters girls you're partying with on some pleasure cruise. When this silly game is over, we need you to remember who we are, okay?"

She looked at Matt, then me, and I nodded for both of us.

"Maybe more importantly, we need you to remember who we are during the game," she added, turning back to Matt. "Especially you. I'm going to try not to let this competitive thing you and I have get the best of me. I hope you care enough about me to do the same. Don't worry, we'll still let you have your fun with us. We'll honor our debt and do whatever you want. Just remember who we are, and always respect us. That's all I'm asking."

Startled by her direct admission of their one-on-one competition and the dangerous areas into which it could lead them, Matt was stopped cold. Instead of trying to come back with something glib, he simply nodded to both girls. "You got it, Angie. You too, honey. Nothing too crazy."

Angie gave him a warm smile before hugging her sister close. When they were done hugging, Julie looked up at us with a determined grin. "Don't think that somehow, some way, we're still not going to try to beat you in this thing. I promise you that Angie and I are not going to be the only ones having uncomfortable moments this week."

Angie smiled wickedly at Matt. "Oh, you definitely got that right, sweet Julia. Believe me, I'm going to find a way. Come hell or high water, your hubby's cute little ass is going to be mine."

"So we're still on for our breakfasts in bed tomorrow, right?" I asked, sensing that the evening was winding towards its conclusion.

"Yep, a bet's a bet," grinned Julie. "Bright and early, I'll be serving you in bed every morning for the rest of the week."

"Looking forward to it," I said, returning her grin.

"He's not the only one," Julie smirked to her sister. She said it under her breath, though still loudly enough that I could hear her as they turned to leave the living room.

"Go easy on him, tiger," Angie whispered, reaching beneath Julie's robe to pinch her ass.

Julie pinched Angie's bare bottom right back, whispering, "Jeez, Angelina! Which is it? First it was, 'Flash him your blonde pussy!' Now it's, 'Go easy on him.' Girl, I need to have a solid game plan here, so make up your mind!"

Looking over their shoulders, they shot us matching sexy grins while catwalking away together, slender arms embracing hourglass waists. Julie reached down to lift Angie's robe, and Angie returned the favor, each beautiful giggling sister baring the other's gorgeous bottom as they strutted off towards the bedrooms....




Sisters Ch. 01



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Sisters Ch. 01



CHAPTER ONE

I loved the way Sinead's C-cup boobs moved while I pushed into her from behind. It truly was a great sight. She was bent over the desk in her bedroom, right in front of the window that overlooked the driveway at the front of her parent's house. She was a slim girl, but had recently put on a little extra weight on her hips and boobs (which I was not complaining about!). She used to dance but thanks to a niggling knee injury she had to stop and now she only really exercised by riding her bike every now and then. Her long brown hair reached her lower back and I enjoyed gently pulling on it with each thrust. Sex with Sinead was great, but I could never really let myself go properly with her due to the fact I'm a little bigger downstairs than her frame can cope with. Now I'm by no means saying I'm huge, previous girls I've been with have enjoyed sex with me fine without pain, it's just Sinead. For whatever reason, I cannot push my entire length into her without it becoming uncomfortable and painful for her. So over time I've become used to pushing ¾ of my length into her in a rhythmic way which works well for both parties. 

So here I was, mid-thrust, Sinead with her head lowered, eyes shut, moaning her enjoyment, when an unfamiliar car pulled into her driveway. The noise on the gravel snapped Sinead back into reality and she peered over the windowsill to see who it was. 

'For God's sake, she sure knows how to ruin things!' she exclaimed as she quickly pulled herself away from my very erect penis and grabbed a nearby towel to wrap around her naked body. She turned and seeing my shocked expression said, 'Sorry babe, THAT will have to be taken care of later. Natalie's decided to pay us another impromptu visit.'

Natalie was Sinead's older sister. Sinead actually had 2 sisters. Laura (19) and Natalie (25) were born either side of Sinead (22). Laura and Sinead still lived at their London home with their parents, while Natalie was now living in a ski-resort in Switzerland. She was a snowboard fanatic and loved the outdoors, so a couple of years back she moved out there to work in bars, teach snowboarding and generally enjoy herself. I have to say I was fairly jealous of her carefree lifestyle. But she tended to pop back to London unannounced a fair amount, perhaps due to homesickness, but more likely to do with a much needed boost in her bank account, which she knew her fairly wealthy father would be more than happy to help with.

'Hey, hey, hey, slow down there baby', I said, lightly pulling Sinead to me. 'I'm sure I can finish off really quickly. I have to leave soon for football anyway so later won't be great for me. Please?' I can't believe I was pretty much begging my girlfriend to let me have sex with her.

Sinead hesitated, smiled and locked her bedroom door from the inside. 'Ok' she said, 'but you have to be really quick, and really, really quiet. We can pretend to be asleep when Natalie knocks on my bedroom door and just head downstairs later when we're done.'

She dropped the towel and lightly pushed me backwards onto her bed, before straddling me and easing herself back down onto my cock. Again, only ¾ of the way in, but if felt so good. Sinead was very tight and it never took me long to cum with her. She threw her head back, eyes closed again and bit her lip to stop her from making too much noise. I could hear Natalie shouting 'hello?' at the bottom of the stairs but I carried on pushing my hips up towards Sinead, feeling myself getting close. Natalie was still shouting out 'anyone home?' as I heard her climbing the staircase and walking along the hallway towards the bedrooms. 'Sinead? Laura? Mum?' she shouted. 

Natalie was a very different girl to Sinead in almost every way. Character-wise they were opposites. Sinead was a family girl, loved living at home, and she was very thoughtful, always worrying about others before herself. Natalie however was the wild-child if you like. She preferred the great outdoors, exploring new things and basically did anything that made her happy, regardless of what the consequences were. She was shorter than 5'8 Sinead, standing at around 5'6, and was a lot more toned due to her daily snowboarding. She had a larger ass and quite large thigh muscles and calves, but I have to say I'd never seen a better pair of legs when she wore a miniskirt with heels. She had blonde hair, cut to just below her jaw line, and she had bright blues eyes (the polar opposite to Sinead's dark chocolate brown eyes). Of course I've fantasised about having sex with her, as I have with Laura, as I have even with Katie their mother. But as I was lying there, thrusting into Sinead, my girlfriend of 5 years, I couldn't stop thinking of what it would be like to fuck Natalie. To see how much more of her body was toned, other than just her legs. To see what her boobs were like for once, as she never seemed to show them off much in low-cut tops etc. I could tell, even when she wore sweaters or jackets, that they were bigger than Sinead's. Either that or she wore great bras. Basically it was the usual fantasy guys have about any 'forbidden' women I suppose. The problem was I got too carried away. Just as Natalie started to knock on Sinead's door, in my head I was hammering into Natalie's pussy and I basically slammed the entire length of my cock into Sinead in one hard thrust.

'Ow! For fuck's sake Rich, I can't take that much you know that. It's too big and it fucking hurts!' came the shout as Sinead jumped off me.

'Oh, er, hi guys, I'm back for the weekend but I'll chat to you downstairs later. Sorry!' came Natalie's awkward apology.

Sinead was sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand over her stomach, which she claimed to now be aching due to me being insensitive. I told her I just got lost in the moment but no matter how much I apologised, she was clearly pissed off and there was no way I was going to be finishing off anytime soon. I went into the en-suite, showered, changed and came back out to a now fully-dressed Sinead sitting at her desk clicking through Facebook. 

'I'm sorry Richie, it just hurts a lot, you know it does. I'm really sore now so there'll be no sex for a couple of days I should think. I'm sorry babe' she said.

'Don't be silly, it was my fault, I was too rough. I'll learn' I replied, slightly through gritted teeth!

I kissed her on the head and said I had to leave for football. It was 11am on a Saturday and I had to meet the rest of my team at 11:30am. I picked my bag up and she walked me downstairs towards the front door. Natalie was there and screamed hello before grabbing her sister in a hug. She liked to pretend they were really close when in reality, there were as far apart as 2 sister could be. Sinead played along though and I muttered my own greeting while heading out the door. 

'Wait, Richard, can you help me with my case from the car please hun?' asked Natalie.

'Er, yeah sure. I'll go grab it for you'. I headed out towards her VW Beetle and opened the boot. It was a pretty standard suitcase but knowing how much Sinead packs for small trips I imagined it would be heavier than it looks. I heard footsteps on the gravel behind me and turned to see Natalie walking towards me.

'Sinead's being the good host and is making me a fried breakfast. You sure you don't want to eat too, get some energy back before football?' she asked, winking at me and smiling.

'No thanks, I'm sure I'll be fine.'

'Ok hun, well if you can just pop my suitcase in the hallway that'd be a great help. Wow, that suitcase feels like a tonne weight for me yet it seems like nothing to a strapping guy like you. I don't know what Sinead was going on about...' Natalie said, grabbing my arm. She looked me straight in the eye and said, '...there's no such thing as TOO big.'

I'm not really sure what tone of red I went at that point but needless to say I dumped Natalie's case in the hallway, shouted goodbye and rushed out of the driveway. I actually had to stop a few houses down to take stock of exactly what Natalie had just said to me. It was then I realised I was rock hard - thanks God I could cover it as I walked with my sports bag. My iPhone vibrated in my pocket as I received a text:

'Good luck in football babe, I'm sorry I yelled this morning, perhaps I can still help you out later in other ways ;-) X'

Sinead was a sweet girl and I really did love her. But even that sort of text message couldn't get Natalie out of my head. Plus, I was heading into town for beers later with the boys from my football team so I'd be in no state to see Sinead. For some reason I just couldn't deal with blow-jobs when drunk. It had to be sex or nothing. So I decided I would play football, go out drinking and then just see Sinead tomorrow instead. I'm sure her offer would still stand. 

Little did I know my evening would go slightly differently than I had planned...



Sisters Ch. 01: Intimacy



The stories in this series will deal with the issue of sexual abuse and the wounds it creates, so readers sensitive to that topic should take note. Also, while this story connects to the events in some of my other stories (especially Bottles, A Strange Arrangement, and More than a Substitute), it is not necessary to have read the other stories first, though I recommend it! 

I've put this series is in the romance category, even though the first and second chapters might not fit. In this case, I've chosen to categorize this series as a whole. 

A hearty thank you to GaiusPetronius for his diligent and helpful editing of this series. 

******* 

She closed her eyes and listened to the waves. The wind blew stronger, no longer a breeze. Sand stung her cheeks as she tightened her lips. Her blond hair whipped about, slowly unraveling the loose braid she had woven that morning. 

It was evening, sunset. A few curious seagulls loitered about, hopeful for some crusts of bread. But the only thing she had in her hand was a small white envelope, which she gripped more tightly than she intended. 

She didn't feel angry, and she didn't feel sad. Those were mere words, concepts that didn't resonate in her soul. Maybe it was a sacrifice worth making - she could not feel joy, but neither could she hurt. There was only emptiness. And emptiness feels like nothing. 

She had lived near that beach for more than two years, and all of that time had been with the easy-going night watchman who seemed to think she could be a different kind of woman. He said he loved her, and he probably meant it. But she couldn't love him. She could fuck him, she could play with him, and she could enjoy the warmth of his body next to hers at night. But she couldn't love. 

It wasn't even love that prompted her decision to leave. She wasn't trying to protect him or spare him any pain. Sure, it would hurt him when she left. It would sting him for a moment, probably. Ern was too sentimental anyway, so in a way, it was his own fault. But it would only be the emotional equivalent of a small flesh wound. He didn't know real pain. 

In the morning she would give him one more time. She would allow herself one more time with him. One more time to feel close and safe and special. One more time to moan appreciatively as he spent himself inside her. One more time to give the only thing she had worth sharing, to connect with him in the only way she knew how. He would work tonight, they would have sex in the morning, and then she would tell him. 

She felt a wetness on her jaw. Letting the wind dry it, she mused, It must be getting ready to rain. Please, let it be rain. Hannah never cried. 

******** 

As she walked around the house, Hannah observed that she didn't feel any sentiment about the place. It had never felt like a home to her. She had resisted the urge to redecorate the rooms to suit her tastes. She had made that mistake before, when she had settled into Tim's place. She stayed with him longer than she should have because she had started to feel attached to her environment. She had even mistaken that attachment for some fondness for Tim himself. 

Those eighteen months in the company of the quiet park ranger should have been only half that. But once she pulled the paintings off the walls, stashed the candles in some boxes, and tossed the pillows into the closet, it was as if the blinders had been removed from her eyes. She pushed the furniture back to where it had been a year earlier and suddenly it felt like she could walk out the door without even saying good-bye to Tim. And so she did. 

Dancing carelessly at a club a few nights before that unceremonious exit, she had bumped into Ernst. He was there for a bachelor party and seemed to surprise himself by spontaneously asking for her number. A few dates later and she was moving her stuff one town over from Tim, into Ernst's modest house near the beach. She "accidentally" dropped her phone during a walk on the beach that evening, removing any chance that Tim might try calling her. 

That was just over two years ago. She couldn't believe Ernst was still putting up with her. The poor guy obviously wanted the whole marriage-and-happy-family thing, but she was not the woman for that kind of story. He was good in bed and aside from the occasional pressure to get her to open up and be sentimental, he was not too annoying. She had even been mostly faithful to him, even though they'd never talked about being exclusive. 

The past few months, however, he had continued to try to talk about the future. Thank God she had stumbled across the diamond ring he was hiding a few months ago and had returned it to the store before he could embarrass himself. For Hannah, talking like that was pointless. It used to be that she could distract him with a mind-bending blowjob, but Ernst was starting to lose patience. And then that morning, they had fucked quite thoroughly. He had been hovering above her, supported high enough on his fists that she had been able to rub herself to a jaw-clenching orgasm. As if he had only been waiting for her to finish, Ernst had quickly followed her climax with his own. When he dropped himself onto her with a long exhale, he put his lips next to her ear and moaned a soft, "I love you." 

It wasn't the first time he'd said that to her, not by a long shot. And only once or twice had she been careless enough to consider responding. But for Hannah it was starting to ruin the moment when he said that during sex. Why add that layer of complication to something that was satisfying enough by itself? 

And then there had been the envelope in the mail the week before. Only a very short list of people had her address. Her sisters were two of them. The envelope had shocked her out of stagnation, and Ernst's tender declarations only served to agitate her further. 

"I need to move on... This isn't working for me," she had told him. He had rolled to the side with a look of sad surprise. He had to have seen it coming. His face didn't seem to be asking "Really?" or "Why?" so much as "Now?" He had tried half-heartedly to talk her out of it, but there was no point in that. Hannah was leaving. Not that day, but soon. 

That evening, as she walked back from the beach, she looked again at the return address before tucking the envelope into the large pocket of her thin dress. She still didn't know which way she would be heading, but she could rule out two places: her current address and the address in her pocket. 

******* 

She quit her job with a few days' notice. Ernie worked nights, and so the evening before she left, she packed up her car while he was gone. It didn't take long, and the place didn't look any different with her stuff missing. He got home that morning and she pulled him straight to the bedroom. She wasn't really in the mood and was thinking more about wanting to make a sandwich before she left than she was about the stiffening cock in her mouth. 

She had always enjoyed sex- it was never something she did for her partner, it was only for her. Whether or not he enjoyed it was not really her concern (though men seemed very easily pleased). And so this one time - doing it when she didn't want to - felt like a significant gift. It was something nice she could do for Ernst, a thank you for a few good years together. Not that she cared. She really didn't care. 

Lost in thought, trying to convince herself how little she cared, she hardly noticed Ernst pushing her back and guiding her down to the bed. Expecting to feel the weight of his body pressing down on her, she was surprised to feel instead his tongue pressing past her folds. Her cry stemmed as much from surprise as pleasure. 

How did he do that? Why did he do that? Surely he was ready to go? Her mouth had made sure that he was not only hard but eager, hungry to plow her. Why not get on with it and take what he wanted? Ernie was always a mystery to her. 

So distracted by her thoughts and her mental insistence that this meant nothing to her, Hannah couldn't enjoy the slow, tender motions of the tongue and lips that caressed her pussy. She tried something she had never done before with Ernst. She faked a moan. Then she faked another. She hissed and groaned and tried to remember what she usually sounded like when Ern brought her off with his mouth. She tried not to end too quickly - how long did it usually take? - but she also wanted to get on with it. She was eager to leave and was beginning to regret taking time for this last bedroom session. 

Once Ernst was satisfied that she had cum, he slowly kissed his way up her body. Pausing to pay particular attention to her small breasts, he slid his hand up her back and gripped her neck from behind. Then holding her in place that way, he entered her smoothly and firmly. Hannah closed her eyes and gasped at his sudden presence inside her. With both hands, she gripped his shoulders and squeezed. 

"You OK?" he asked, holding still. 

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice unsure. Ernst was worried he had hurt her. Hannah was more concerned that she was feeling something new. Somewhere behind the lust, fighting for recognition, was something else, something she hadn't felt consciously in a long time, if ever. 

Hannah put her arms around his back and moaned at the sensation of his cool skin on her forearms. Ernie had pulled back a little, but he hesitated to push back in. Hannah lifted her hips and forced his full length back into her depths, spreading her legs a little to take him even deeper. She was lithe, with long legs that effortlessly wrapped around her partner. Her thin body rippled under him, keeping a steady rhythm that Ernie matched perfectly. She had to arch her back in order to feel his chest rubbing against her nipples, and her breath shook with the sensation of that contact. 

The mechanics of their motions were almost automatic. Their bodies were familiar to each other, and as they fell into their comfortable pace, Hannah's mind wandered again. What was it that she had felt as he entered her? What was it that made her want to pull him closer? What was the feeling of happiness at their joining, a happiness that didn't rush to further sensations? It wasn't quite physical, even if it warmed her all over... 

Intimacy. 

The word scared her. She saw it in all its terror. She felt close to him, a closeness she craved not just for what he did to her body. She knew without a doubt that she had to leave. 

The realization changed her experience, and Hannah clenched her eyes shut. She pushed away the moment - a skill at which she had grown quite adept - and let her mind take her to another time and place. She was nineteen and had made her way across the country as far as Texas. At the bar, she had convinced the sweet-voiced cowboy with the sandy brown beard to pick up her dinner tab and to "give her a ride home." They had ended up in the middle of nowhere on a blanket under an endless night sky. Shooting stars and the merest sliver of a moon filled her vision as she looked over the shoulder of the prickly-faced stranger on top of her. He was gentle and kind but driven by physical desire. His cock had filled her nicely and his hands had gripped her hips, giving her little room to maneuver as he grunted rhythmically in her ear. 

Just before the cowboy came inside her, she had felt a quivering in her core. She pushed her clit against him as best as she could, and her field of vision began swirling. He pressed hard against her and she whimpered with urgency. The feeling of his warmth pulsing inside her was lost as her thighs tried to close. Her hands squeezed his solid biceps, leaving unmistakable marks. Hannah wailed as her heart raced and her world stopped. It was the first time she reached orgasm during sex. 

Blinking back to the present, she was gasping for breath as Ernie wrapped his arms tightly around her. She still felt the last twinges of her own climax, her tunnel clenching the shaft moving relentlessly in and out of her. He pushed deep and released, relaxing a little as he continued to empty his seed into her. 

Finally regaining her composure, Hannah stroked Ernst's cheek and said casually, "You should grow a beard, Ern. It would suit you." Still trembling, he looked at her with confusion and slowed his breathing. 

Before he could react in any way, she wiggled out from underneath him and ran to the bathroom. She looked around, making sure she had packed her toothbrush, hairdryer, and anything else she didn't feel like having to buy again at the next stop. She emerged from the bathroom wearing a loose t-shirt and tight jean shorts. Slipping her feet into a pair of flops near the bed, she flipped her hair out of the neck of her shirt and hurried towards the fridge in the kitchen. 

Hastily throwing together a sandwich and grabbing a half-empty bag of potato chips from the counter, she casually mentioned to Ernie that she was leaving. He clenched his jaw and breathed in deeply through his nose. Before he could respond she said, "Don't take it too hard, Ern. You're a great guy. You're just not my type of guy. I'm surprised you put up with me this long. Guess the sex was really good for you, huh?" She had said that last bit with a mouthful of food as she walked out the door. "Take care!" 

He didn't even follow her out the door. For that, she was glad. 

******* 

Hannah drove north for the rest of the day, stopping once to fill up on gas and to change her shorts. The last traces of Ernst in her life had leaked out and wet her crotch as she drove. She smirked when she noticed the spot - something about it was inexplicably humorous. So much for intimacy, she thought wryly. 

******* 

She spent the night in a motel off the interstate, then in the morning she angled her direction slightly west. Without realizing it, she was heading towards the address on the envelope - the envelope she had tossed onto the passenger seat, as if to serve as a conversation partner during the trip. When she began to see signs informing her that her sister's city was less than 100 miles ahead, she realized what she was doing. She stopped at the next town that looked big enough to suit her lifestyle and pulled into a hotel. 

A few days later, she had a job in retail. With her thin build, blonde hair, and flawless complexion, it was always easy to find a job. Managers knew that people buy more when they like the people they see working in the store. And whenever the manager was a man, well... they usually held out hope that Hannah would be more than just an employee. 

The next afternoon found Hannah unloading her car at a small apartment near the center of the city. Calling it small is generous. But it was big enough for a bed, a couch, a TV, and a few bags of belongings. And when you never knew how long you'd be staying, it didn't make sense to spend money on anything more than that. 

******* 

A few months later, Hannah was still there, having failed to find an attractive guy who would give her enough space to make it worth moving in with him. Payday was coming up, and she was out of cigarettes. After nervously searching through her apartment and cleaning up a little in the process, she decided to try her luck with the car. Maybe she had dropped one under a seat or something. 

It was evening, a Monday, and her stomach was complaining as she pushed aside trash from the floor of the car. Balling up several paper bags and putting them into one larger bag, she tossed the trash to the ground and contorted her body to be able to see under the passenger seat. It was early summer, and the sun still gave enough light to enable her to see one white cigarette on top of a few papers. She couldn't reach it, but she could get her fingers on the paper underneath it. Pulling the paper out, she finally got the cigarette within reach. 

Putting it between her lips and retrieving a lighter from her back pocket, she picked up the paper to take it to the trash. She glanced at it and paused when she realized it was the envelope. She looked at her phone to see the date. Then looking in the direction of the interstate, she sighed in frustration. After a quick run up the steps, she locked her apartment door and went back to the car. She just had to know. 

******* 

Two hours later, she pulled up to a plain-looking townhouse on the outskirts of a larger city. The sun had set, but there were still some lights on inside. Hannah walked up the steps and paused. She heard voices inside - her sister's voice and a deeper voice that Hannah assumed belonged to her sister's fiance. She raised her fist to knock, then dropped it again. They were laughing. She could hear a TV in the background. 

Hannah slowly retreated down the steps, feeling nothing but a vague curiosity. Were there really happy endings? 

Stepping out to the end of the driveway, she could see them in the kitchen. It had been years, but her sister looked much the same. Older now than the scared teenager she had left behind, grown into a woman and resembling in many ways Hannah herself. Like Hannah, she was tall and thin with long, straight blonde hair. But unlike Hannah, her smile seemed genuine. 

She was leaning over a sink, it seemed, and a handsome man walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his cheek to hers. Their lips moved as they exchanged words. The woman smiled and put her hands on the ones holding her. Hannah could read her sister's lips. I love you. 

Hannah had only said those words once, and it was to manipulate some poor, deluded middle-aged used-car salesman in Louisiana. Convinced of her love (and of her intention to continue screwing his brains out), he had given her a convertible off his lot. Within moments of verifying that the title had been transferred, Hannah had driven the car off the lot "for a spin." She raced to his place, cleaned out her stuff, and was well on her way to Florida by the time the sap realized that words of love are wasted breath. 

Smiling at her own cleverness as she recalled tossing her ringing cell phone out of the convertible and onto the interstate that day, Hannah walked back to the car - the same car - and drove home. 

******* 

She wasn't going to attend the wedding; she was sure of that. Not if there was a chance he was going to be there. And why wouldn't he be? One of his precious little dolls was getting married. Not that she would have minded sharing some choice words with him, publicly exposing him for who and what he really was. But she had enough of a twinge of concern for her sister not to spoil her wedding that way. No one expected her to be there, so no one would be disappointed. 

During the next few days, Hannah got restless. She had no work shift on Thursday, so she called off work for the next day, stringing together a four-day weekend. Scrolling through the numbers in her phone, she found Kyle. Immature, asshole-ish, super-hot Kyle. They had hooked up after a party a couple of months ago, but even when she was drunk she noticed how irritating he was. Kyle was not someone to spend time with, unless all you wanted was to get wasted, break things, and screw. And that's exactly what she had planned for her long weekend. 

******* 

Hannah woke up hungover. Where the hell was she? Her head hurt, but not the worst she'd ever felt. She must have fallen asleep before she had gotten too much to drink. All the same, she squinted and stumbled around the strange room until she found a bathroom sink. Splashing water on her face, she cupped a hand and scooped the cool liquid towards her mouth. Letting her face drip-dry over the sink for a minute, she tried to remember how she'd gotten there. 




Sisters Ch. 01: Intimacy



Kyle. 

They had met for dinner Thursday, and started drinking. She remembered a case of beer bottles that they had taken to a hidden corner of a high school parking lot. They had sat on the hood of his car and thrown bottles as far as they could, cheering as each one had shattered on the pavement. They had fucked right there on the hood of his car. They had smoked something. They had crashed at his place. They had continued debauching themselves the next day. It got foggy after that. 

Fumbling around for a towel, Hannah sucked in a deep breath and lifted her head. Patting her face dry, she looked in the mirror. She looked like shit. And then she saw the envelope taped to the mirror. The envelope. Why the hell was that there? 

Hannah walked quickly back to the bed, noticing a lump under the covers that looked like it might be Kyle. Finding her phone on the floor, she checked the date. It was Saturday. Her sister's wedding. Yanking open the curtain and looking out the window, she didn't recognize the road outside. But one glimpse of the parking lot made it clear they were in some kind of motel. 

Kyle started groaning, stirring from his place on the bed. Hannah opened the small fridge and pulled out some candy bars and peanuts - the only food that seemed to be in the room. 

"Did we miss it?" mumbled Kyle as he leaned back and stretched. Hannah placidly watched his solid chest stretch, and she vaguely recalled giving him some of the bite marks that glinted reddish-purple in the light of the morning. She wondered about the significance of the Chinese characters tattooed across his chest; she doubted Kyle had any idea what they meant. 

"Miss what?" 

"That wedding you wanted to go to. It's today, right?" 

"I don't want to go to any wedding," Hannah objected. 

"You said you wanted to crash it and tell some people off. So I drove us up here last night." As he spoke, Kyle rubbed his eyes and swung his feet over the side of the bed. The sheets dropped from his body to reveal the near-perfect form and muscle tone that had brought him to Hannah's mind in the first place. 

"It's OK if you changed your mind," he said groggily, standing up and walking towards the bathroom. "I can drive you back home after breakfast." 

The sound of a stream of urine splashing into the toilet startled Hannah from her daze. For some reason, Kyle seemed much nicer when he had just awoken. Even his voice was softer. Maybe he needed a minute to don his abrasive personality. Hannah wondered if he has putting on an act most of the time. Maybe he wasn't such a bad... 

"Of course, if you're chickening out," he said poking his head around the doorway to look at her, "we have to spend the morning fucking so that I don't waste my money on this room. And gas and shit." He grinned lecherously at her naked body. 

Hannah rolled her eyes, uncrossed her legs and stood up from the bed. So much for nice Kyle. "Where'd we put our bags?" she asked disinterestedly. 

Kyle washed his hands and answered loudly over the running water, "I don't think we brought anything other than what we were wearing yesterday. You might have an extra shirt in the backseat of my car- I don't think you put it back on again the other night." 

"I can't go to a wedding dressed like this," she mumbled, picking a t-shirt up from the floor. She couldn't believe she was actually considering going. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't going. Slipping on her bra and stepping into her shorts, Hannah tried to form a plan for the day. Realizing she smelled like sweat and liquor, she pulled off the clothes she had just put on and headed towards the bathroom to shower. The sound of water running made her stop just short of the door. She had no desire to shower with Kyle, whose appeal was quickly wearing off. For a brief moment, her mind flashed back to showering with Ernst - something they often did after trips to the beach. 

She missed the feeling of safety she had enjoyed with him. It was hard to explain. Ernst wasn't a big, strong guy or anything, neither was he an intimidating figure in anyone's eyes. But with Ern, she felt safer than she had ever felt before or since. She wondered why. A hint of a thought began to take shape, but the sound of water turning off brought her back to the present, where she was sitting naked on the corner of a hotel bed, holding a half-empty bottle of water. She frowned at a nagging sense of shame - what would Ernst think of her if her saw her now? Hannah stood up, finished the water in one determined swig, and went to the shower. 

When he saw Hannah walk in, Kyle complained, "Awww, I could have waited for you!" 

"Whatever," she muttered, sliding the curtain between them as the water began soaking her. "Just get dressed. I'm fucking hungry." 

"OK," he sighed. Then in a slightly annoyed voice, he added, "But you're paying for breakfast. I'm not covering your whole weekend up here." 

"Yeah, yeah," she conceded, closing her eyes and turning her face towards the spray of the water. Feeling her nerves strengthen and her heart soften, she resolved to at least go near the wedding. Not close enough to be seen, but hopefully close enough to know if women like them - like her and her sister - could ever really be happy. She needed to know that he didn't win. 

******* 

After checking out and engaging in stilted conversation over a greasy brunch at a chain diner near the motel, Kyle and Hannah made their way through the suburbs to the church where the wedding was taking place. The fancy raised letters on the invitation said the service started at "Eleven O'Clock in the Morning" and that a lunch reception would follow. It was 11:45, and Hannah hoped the wedding party would be coming out of the church soon. 

Parking in the lot across the street, Kyle positioned them under the shade of a tree, facing the church. They walked around and leaned against the hood of the car. Kyle pulled out a pack of cigarettes and they each lit up. After about ten minutes, the photographer came out of the church and ran down the steps. He was followed by a few bridesmaids and groomsmen. Once they were set up, the doors of the church opened and Hannah saw her. 

She looked radiantly beautiful. The dress flowed just past her feet and made her seem to be floating. Her swept-up hair exposed her elegant neck. And the smile. She was smiling like only a joyful bride can smile. Hannah felt more human than she had in a long time, and a surge of sisterly affection swelled in her heart. She wished she had been there. She should have been there. She didn't see him, anyway. But there was her baby sister Donna among the bridesmaids. By now she must be, what, 21? 22? She hoped Nicholas's absence meant that he was dead. Or better yet, that he was alive and angry as hell about the wedding. 

Hannah didn't realize she was smiling until Kyle's voice startled her back to her usual indifferent expression. He was holding the envelope in one hand, looking over its contents. Hannah had never sent a reply to the invitation - they probably hadn't expected one, anyway. 

"What kind of name is Penelope, anyway?" he asked her. 

"Shut the fuck up!" she hissed with sudden acidity in her voice. 

"It's like a name for a froofy poodle or..." 

Hannah angrily cut him short, "I said shut the fuck up. Besides, it's Penny, not Penelope." 

"Well, she's hot. I'd do her. Especially with the wedding dress on. All pure and shit." 

"She's no virgin, I promise you that," Hannah said, with no trace of bitterness in her voice. 

"You think she gave it up to her boyfriend before they got married?" Hannah looked at the groom. He was reasonably handsome and seemed to be polite. The invitation said his name was Andrew. Hannah hoped they were as happy as they seemed. 

"A girl doesn't have to 'give it up,'" she said distantly, almost forgetting that Kyle was even there. "Sometimes it just gets taken." 

"Well hell, any man would be quick to get a piece of that if he had a chance." 

"Yeah, that's for sure," she agreed sadly. "Any man." Then shaking her head, as if coming out of a fog, she flicked her cigarette onto the pavement and pressed down on it with her sandal. "Let's go," she said firmly. 

"Go...?" 

"Back. I'm done here. Take me back to my place." 

Kyle mumbled something as he walked around to the driver's side door. Hannah was silent for the whole ride back. Kyle blasted music through the speakers for a while until Hannah reached forward and turned it off. Something about her demeanor made him think better than to complain. And so for the last 45 minutes they rode in silence. 

As they drove, something Kyle had muttered before they left finally registered with Hannah. "Too much work for a piece of ass," he had said. It didn't make her angry. Hannah knew herself and she knew the world better than that. She was a piece of ass to him and to, well, every man she met. To Kyle, to the string of one-nighters she'd known over the years, to the used-car salesman, to the cowboy who started her beard preference, and, of course, to Nicholas. 

But not to Ernst. And maybe not to Tim. She wasn't just an object to them. And maybe that was why she felt safe. When someone sees you as a person, you become much more valuable to them. They protect you, they care for you, they treasure you. There's security in that knowledge. There's comfort in it. An object doesn't have a home. A person does. So why couldn't it work with the men who treated her that way? Why couldn't it work with Ernst? Hannah didn't know. But she suspected it was because she couldn't accept being treated as anything more than a piece of ass, like more of a person than she believed herself to be. 

When they got back to her place in the early afternoon, Hannah got out of the car and walked towards her apartment without a word. Kyle seemed to wait for a minute, then with an angry rev of his engine he sped off. In the deep recesses of her mind, a voice accused her, You belong with him. You don't deserve anything better. With a sense of despair, Hannah sat on her couch and closed her eyes. She wondered if it was true. She hoped it wasn't. She feared it was. But what she most feared was that it wouldn't matter what the truth was if she couldn't live in the truth. 

******* 

Years passed. Hannah moved cities again, and again, and again. Then she met Wes. It was a chance meeting. She had been moving into a new apartment, having grown tired of the man-child she had been living with for a few months. The day she was moving in, Wes was moving out of the apartment down the hall. He offered to let her use the dolly he had borrowed, which made short work of the few large boxes of stuff she had. Hannah, in turn carried an armload of his stuff out to his truck with each trip she made back out. But in the confusion of things going both in and out, she had inadvertently put one of her bags in his truck. 

She didn't notice its absence for a day or two, but once she needed her hair dryer, she realized it hadn't made its way to her new place. She didn't know the bag had ended up in Wes's truck and was trying to decide if it was worth going back to her ex's place to look for it when Wes knocked on the door. 

"Yours?" he asked, holding the paisley-print cloth bag out to her. 

"Yes, thanks," she said, taking it from him and walking it back to her bedroom. "You can come in," she shouted down the hall to Wes, who was still in the doorway. He took one step inside and looked around casually. 

After a minute, Hannah came back out and said, "Well, it all seems to be in there, so... thanks again." 

Wes, who had been trying not to be too obvious about checking out her form, had a confused expression. "Why wouldn't it be there? You're the one who tossed it in my truck." 

"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "I mean, I wouldn't blame you for... you know." 

Wes seemed bewildered by the suggestion and Hannah tried to consciously soften her tone. He must be one of those people who try to do good things, she thought. And with that thought, she decided to see if Wes was the kind of guy he appeared to be - one of the rare ones who could make her feel safe. 

******* 

She took him to lunch that day. She tried to take him back to her place to see what he was like in bed. He politely declined. She knew the game, so she came on stronger. A nice guy has to at least make a show of resistance. But he really did resist. He resisted to the point of awkwardness. 

"Look, I'm sorry," he finally said, backing away from her in the parking lot of the restaurant. "It's not that I don't find you attractive, really... Really... attractive." Hannah slowly stepped towards him, making Wes back up even more. "It's just, I'd rather get to know you first. I mean... more than we already do. And then, maybe, I hope... you know." 

Hannah smiled. Now it was just a matter of time. He wanted to, he hoped to... All it would take was a few conversations over food. Dating was so silly. 

******* 

It took five conversations over food. After the third one, she managed to get his cock out of his pants and into her mouth while they were still in the parking lot of her apartment complex. He lasted about as long as she had expected - less than thirty seconds - but it was enough to seal the deal in Hannah's mind. 

Three weeks later, he invited her to a candle-lit homemade dinner at his place. Hannah smiled to herself, knowing where it was leading. The food was OK - better than she could make for herself, in any case. The house was nice. Wes had recently finished grad school and was working as an engineer. He had moved out of his apartment when he bought a house for himself. It was still somewhat empty, but he hoped someday to fill it with a family. 

Hannah smiled and nodded on the outside but grimaced inwardly. Well, maybe it could work for a while just the same, she thought. She wasn't the family type, but he also wasn't pressing to get married right away. 

After dinner, and after wine, and after dessert, Hannah suggested they take their coffees to the couch. She was trying - really really trying - to feel emotional warmth towards him. She wanted to feel that same closeness she once had with Ernst. She smiled, she touched his chin, she kissed him. She felt awkward, though, like she was playing him. It wasn't that playing a guy bothered her - not in the least. But she didn't really want to this time. She really wanted to be the woman she was pretending to be. The kind, friendly, warm girl who was falling in love with Wes. But she wasn't that girl. 

Then, as Wes slid the strap of her dress over her shoulder and down her arm, Hannah told herself that not wanting to deceive Wes was a good place to start. It was better than she had done before, at least. And with that encouraging thought, she let herself get lost in the sensations of body touching body. 

It was early autumn and Wes had begun growing a beard (at Hannah's suggestion). It was coming in nicely, and Hannah shivered as she rubbed her cheek along his. She slid her hands along his waist, then up his naked sides, pushing his shirt up. Wes pulled his elbows down, letting Hannah remove his shirt entirely. She climbed onto his lap, her movements slow and feline. Cradling his cheeks in both of her hands, Hannah resumed kissing her new lover. His chest was not thick but was well-toned from his regular morning workouts. Hannah pushed herself closer to his body, getting excited to feel his skin on hers. It had been a while - six weeks almost - since she had really felt another body, and in her mind that was entirely too long. 

She hadn't worn a bra that evening. Her breasts were small enough that she often didn't need one. Plus, she had known they would end up naked after dinner, and she wanted only to speed that process along. So when Wes lifted up her shirt, he couldn't restrain a gasp of surprise at seeing her exposed chest. His lips dove in, landing just above her left breast. His hands caressed her front, eventually covering both breasts as he kissed her collarbone, then her neck. The whiskers of his thickening beard were soft and luxuriant, having already grown past the abrasive stage. 

"Here, or bed?" she asked with a gasp, leaning her head back to allow his lips greater access to her neck. The couch wasn't large, but it would do. Hannah guessed, however, that he would prefer their first time to be on a bed. He seemed sentimental in that way. 

Pushing himself up from the couch, Wes lifted her up then gently set her on her feet. He took one hand and led her to the bedroom. It was dark, so Hannah couldn't take in the room itself, but she could at least tell that it wasn't covered in posters of video games and half-nude women, like her last partner's room had been. It was nice to be with an adult again. 

Guiding her to the bed, Wes indicated that Hannah should lie on her back. When she did so, he pulled her by the ankles until her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. He hastily pulled down her slacks, tossing them to the side, and then he slowly removed her panties. Putting his face just an inch away from her pussy, he breathed in deep and smiled. Hannah looked to the side, found a pillow, and stuffed it under her head. She wanted to be able to watch. 

A thin patch of hair encircled her labia, and Wes seemed to like running the tips of his fingers through it. Then he gave her folds one gentle kiss, a glistening strand of her arousal adhering to his lips as he pulled back. He moved in for another kiss, louder and longer this time. As he held the third kiss, the tip of his tongue lightly tickled her labia. Then without warning, Wes flattened his tongue and ran it the full length of her lips, ending with a soft slurp. He repeated that process a few times before kissing her gently again. 

The cycle of kissing and licking was pleasant and comforting, but it was also teasing and frustrating. Hannah didn't dare tell him to stop, though, and she was soon glad for that forbearance. To his rotation of licking and kissing, Wes added an occasional probe of his tongue into her entrance. Each time he surprised her with that, he was rewarded with a sincere moan and gentle pressure on the back of his head. 

Hannah's hips began moving slightly, trying to force Wes to speed up. He didn't speed up, but he did begin placing small kisses on her clitoris, which had emerged from its hood. Hannah's button was small and reclusive, but Wes, like few others before him, had managed to tease it out. The first kiss was met with a small cry. 

"OK?" he asked, a smile in his voice. 

"Yeah," she assured him, a smile evident in her voice, as well. 

Wes began an unpredictable pattern of licking, kissing, probing, and nuzzling. He would devote a few seconds of attention on her clit but then leave it in the cold for a minute. Hannah's thoughts began to swirl. She realized she was holding her breath, so she released the air and tried to focus, only to discover that she was again holding her breath. She felt the tension coiling up in her gut. 

Wes's soft hands moved from the tops of her thighs around to her bottom, cupping the small tight cheeks and pushing her crotch up against his mouth. She wiggled in pleasure, but he held her firmly. The tension that had been building for the past fifteen minutes of oral attention was rising to her chest, making it hard to breathe. 

"Cum... cum..." she moaned through gritted teeth. "Make me cum, baby," she pleaded. In response, Wes wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gingerly for a few seconds. He abruptly pulled off, leaving Hannah feeling like she was stuck in the moment between a lightning flash and the thunderous roar that follows. After a second or two of deprivation, Wes touched her again, pushing his tongue through her folds and into her entrance. The tip of his nose pressed against her clit and his beard tickled her thighs. 




Sisters Ch. 01: Intimacy



She squealed, arched her back and instinctively tried to force Wes's face harder against her. As a reflex, her legs tightened around his head and she tried to roll to her side. She cried out a series of breathy "AHH!" sounds alternating them with gasps of breath. Wes had just enough maneuverability to run his tongue up her slit and to press it against her clit one more time. The last sensation renewed the vigor of her release, and she gripped a breast with her hand, squeezing until it hurt.  

Slowly, she recollected herself. After a few deep breaths, she looked at Wes, who was standing and smiling down at her. "Water," she demanded hoarsely. Wes took a few steps over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle. He handed it to her and Hannah realized she might not have been the only one who expected them to end up in the bedroom that evening. There had been two bottles of water on the nightstand... 

After a minute to catch her breath, Hannah noticed that Wes's khaki pants were bulging out around his erection.. With great enthusiasm, she unlatched his belt and pulled his pants down. In one smooth motion, he lifted his leg out of his briefs and put his knee on the bed. Kicking his underwear off the other foot, he pushed gently against Hannah, forcing her onto her back. 

"OK like this?" he asked softly. 

Hannah almost laughed at how considerate he was. This was definitely OK. She hadn't been able to nod her head more than twice when she felt his knob pushing past her folds. He didn't wait; he didn't need to. She was ready for his entrance and he was ready to enter. Adjusting his elbows just a bit for leverage, he thrust all the way in, grunting softly. 

"I know I've told you that you're pretty," he whispered. "But like this, you are a hundred times more beautiful than I imagined." 

"Ooohh, you've been imagining me naked?" she cooed. 

"I have," he said, with a hint of embarrassment, "but my imagination didn't do you justice." 

Such words tended to just bounce off Hannah, and though she didn't react the way most women would to such genuine praise, she still felt a slight hint of warmth at the comment. Not knowing how else to respond, she put her arms around his neck, kissed him deeply, and began moving her hips. At the first hint of movement, Wes sighed deeply. 

"It's been a while," he whispered. 

"You should get out more," she replied, then instantly regretted it. 

"It's not that," he said, seeming unbothered by the implication of her remark. "Bedmates aren't that hard to find. It's finding someone who you really want to be with. And that's my standard." 

"Oh," she said softly, not quite understanding. 

"I don't just want a body in bed with me," he continued. "I want a person." 

And then Hannah understood. She had been right about Wes. He was the kind of guy who saw her as something more. Whether or not he was right to do so was a different issue. But if she could keep up the ruse long enough to start feeling safe again, maybe she could actually be who she was pretending to be. 

And maybe, perhaps, she might not get scared. 

As she thought these things, Wes was speeding up his thrusts into her depths. Once his breathing became erratic, he paused, then slowed down again. 

"I don't want it to end yet," he explained. "I want to stay this close to you for as long as I can." 

Hannah pushed back the guilt she felt. Was it wrong to be pretending for his sake? What if it really made him happy? Feeling the need to control things a little more, she said, "Let's switch." 

Wes shifted his weight to the side, carrying her body as he rolled and stopping once he was on his back and Hannah was straddling him. 

"Oh God," he said, looking at her body as it rose over him. Hannah knew that if she continued to work his cock and also arched her back to push her breasts out, Wes would find it hard to hold back. She wasn't wrong. He reached up and caressed her chest, moaning in appreciation. Her hips bounced up and down, almost rising high enough for Wes to slip out. Rather than speed up, however, she slowed down, pushing harder on her lover and feeling him try to press further up into her. 

"Mmmmm... yeah...yeah!" Wes grunted, suddenly gripping Hannah's hips and pulling her down. He groaned, "HNNNNGGGH!" and froze. The corner of Hannah's mouth turned up in amusement as Wes's face grimaced in pleasure. She felt the pulsing in her depths and subconsciously began counting each one. He relaxed and pulled out a little, still twitching. 

Five... Six... Seven, she mentally tallied. Then as she slowly lifted up... Eight. Wes exhaled loudly, his eyes closed, his head deep in the pillow. Hannah left him there as she washed up and dressed. When he noticed she had her pants back on, he frowned and said, "Stay the night. It's OK." 

With a kind smile, Hannah leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Not this time, lover. I'll see myself out." She heard him in the bathroom as she picked up her shirt from the couch. The desire to run out the door was getting stronger, but she resolved to exit calmly. By the time she was at the door, Wes was there, wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He pulled her face in for one last kiss, then he opened the door for her without a word. They smiled and said good-night. Hannah was halfway back to her apartment when she felt the odd compulsion to turn around and stay the night. 

******* 

She didn't stay the next time either, but after a few weeks, they were regularly spending nights together. After a few months, Hannah ended her lease and moved in with Wes. There were moments - only a few at first, but more and more as the months went by - when she felt safe. When she felt at home. 

She would feel it when she would curl up close to him at night and he would ask her about work, or when she would hear him walk in the door at the end of the day. She would feel it when he entered her and waited for her eyes to find his before continuing. 

But she still felt like she was playacting, like she was a prisoner in the character she had created. She thought that if she said all the right words and did all the right things, they would start to become genuine. But it never happened. She smiled, though she seldom felt like smiling. She spoke affectionately when she didn't mean it. 

But she stayed. Even when she was frightened to be so close to someone, she stayed. 

******* 

Hannah awoke to the feeling of a hand on her hip. She was still groggy and unsure what was happening. Then she felt it behind her. It was pushing up against her, trying to get between her legs. Her heart raced. Her eyes tried to adjust to the dark room to look for help, but she knew that help wouldn't come. Help never came. Only he ever came. He would come, he would cum, and he would leave. 

But this time was different - he had made a mistake: he wasn't holding her hands down. Her breathing quickened with excitement. Excitement and terror. After a few seconds, she had the opportunity she needed. He shifted behind her, adjusting his approach. She pounced forward and grabbed the alarm clock. Spinning around, she hit his face. It must have been a good shot to the nose - blood splattered through his fingers as he covered the wound. 

"HANNAH!" he screamed. 

She reached back to the nightstand and grabbed the metal lamp. Yanking it loose from the wall, she hit him over the back of the head. While he was stunned, she pushed him off the bed and onto the floor. She kicked. She hit. She swore. She spat. She swung the lamp again and again. And all he did was lie on the floor and take it, curled up in a ball, trying to protect his head with his arms. He wasn't so tough now. 

"Hannah, STOP! What the HELL?" he was screaming. She stopped for a moment, panting. Gripping the lamp in her rage, she stared down at... at... Wes. Oh God. It was Wes. 

She dropped the lamp. She put her hands on her head. "No, no, no, no..." she began chanting. It couldn't be Wes. What had she done? He was bleeding. Something didn't sound right in his throat. She looked at the door. She took a few steps in that direction. A voice in her head said, Fucked it up again, didn't you? Just as well, you didn't deserve him. 

She stopped and steadied her nerves. It was his voice. How dare he? She couldn't let him keep pushing her buttons. Run? That's what he'd want her to do. She turned around and went for her phone. 

******* 

Hannah hadn't cried in a long time. She wasn't sure if she had ever cried like she did that night in the emergency room. It wasn't the first time one of them had woken up the other with sex. Usually she initiated it. They joked about it. They enjoyed it. But that night... Maybe she had been dreaming, maybe something had sparked a memory. Whatever the cause, she had been lost in the belief that Nicholas was there, raping her for the thousandth time. And all the sober, unflinching, emotionless resolve that she had built up over the years crumbled in a second. 

And it was Wes's fault. No, he hadn't done anything wrong. He had loved her and treasured her and made her feel safe. But in that environment of love and protection, she had lowered her defenses. The problem was, some walls aren't just for keeping things out. Once the defenses were lowered just a bit, there was no longer anything to keep her fear and rage in check. 

But why did it have to be Wes? A distant part of her mind tried to suggest that it was a good and strange thing that she even cared what happened to Wes. That soft voice tried to fan into flame the compassion that had been sparked. But it was caring that had landed him in the hospital, she countered. 

And so she sat there in the waiting room, clinging to a bathrobe that she had put over his naked body while waiting for the ambulance. He hadn't moved and she hadn't dared to try to move him. He had stayed there on the floor of the bedroom, blood dripping down his beard, curled up in a fetal position and groaning for ten minutes of eternity. The police arrived with the ambulance. They talked to her at the house and then escorted her to the hospital. They weren't arresting her, but it was clear they were keeping an eye on her until they could talk to Wes. 

At one point, shortly before dawn, a young doctor came out and told her a lot of things she didn't have the capacity to process. It seemed Wes was going to be OK, but there was a punctured lung, a broken nose, some chipped teeth and a lot of stitches. She didn't ask if she could see him. Should she ask to see him? She could see a police officer heading down the hall towards the direction where they had taken Wes. She thanked the doctor and sat down. He looked back over his shoulder, then turned back to Hannah and gave her a forced smile. Without another word he turned and walked briskly back down the hall. 

Hannah listened to the muted beeps and buzzes and other noises around her. She stared at the clock, then at a display of brochures, then at a stain on the floor. Her mind wouldn't engage, like a stalled engine that refused to turn. She found herself pulled in two directions. On the one hand, she hurt for Wes, she feared for herself, she regretted her actions, and she longed to run down the hall, throw her arms around him, and apologize. But on the other hand, she felt a hardening in her soul. The walls were going back up. She didn't need to care about Wes. Life would be much easier if she didn't. 

After some period of indeterminable time - long enough for daylight but not long enough for the sun to break over the horizon - she saw the doctor and a police officer walking down the hall together, talking in soft undertones. 

The officer exited the room and the doctor came up to her. 

"He's awake for a little while longer, if you'd like to go see him for a few minutes." 

Hannah's eyes were on the exit door that the police officer had just used. She hadn't been told that she was in any trouble, which meant she was free to leave. She looked at the door and thought about heading out. It would be easier. 

"Ma'am?" the doctor prompted. Hannah felt herself being pushed down the hall - not by any external force but by an undeniable spark of human sentiment that asserted itself over her will, despite her intention to walk the other way. 

She tried not to react when she saw him. At the very least, she didn't cry or blubber or throw her arms around him. Wes looked sadly in her direction. 

"Sorry about all this," she said calmly. "I thought you were someone else." 

Wes's eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

The doctor's soft voice spoke from behind her. "Excuse me, like I mentioned earlier, his jaw was dislocated. He won't be speaking just yet." Wes leaned his head back into the pillow and sighed. 

Hannah looked up and down the battered body, noticing with only passing interest the bandages and tubes. Wes lifted his head and looked at her, his expression hard to read. He raised his eyebrows, questioning her, wanting to know more. 

Poor guy, she thought. He had no idea what kind of hornet's nest he'd stumbled into when he met me. Oh well... 

Straightening up and setting his robe on the chair next to the bed, Hannah said, "Well, Wes, I know this is bad timing and all, but it's probably better for both of us if I move on." 

A flash of anger in his eyes, then fear. He shook his head back and forth. "Hm-mm, HM-mm." 

"Yes, yes it is. I know it's a bit dickish of me to leave you in the hospital, but I think it's something that has to be done now while I'm thinking clearly. I'll let your sister know you're here, OK?" Acting on some impulse of propriety, she stepped closer, leaned over and kissed his forehead, aiming for a spot between two small bandages that no doubt covered fresh stitches. Wes tried to shake his head and even reached his arm up. But he was too weak to grab her elbow when he got his hand on it. 

"I'll clean up the bedroom and leave the key in your nightstand before I go," she said casually as she turned around. The doctor stared at her in disbelief as she walked past him. She heard him whisper, "My God," as she entered the hallway. She sent a quick text to Wes's sister and then dropped her phone in the trash can on her way out of the building. 

******* 

It took her only two hours to clear out of Wes's place and to get on the road to somewhere else. She was still torn - fighting an inner battle between the strong, unfeeling sham of a woman that had survived for so long and the frightened, hurting, confused woman who threatened to unravel her stability. She needed to know if it was possible to be happy. She had to know how Penny had done it. And so she pulled the old wedding invitation out of her glove compartment. Entering the address into her GPS, she drove. 

******* 

Three hours later, Hannah was parked in the driveway of Penny's place. At least, she assumed it was still Penny's place. It had been a few years, but the name on the mailbox was right. This is the right thing to do, she assured herself. Penny will understand. 

Wishing she had picked up a pack of cigarettes on the way, Hannah nervously drummed her fingers on the railing at the bottom of the steps leading up to the small porch. She could hear noises inside: a vacuum cleaner running and stopping and then footsteps approaching the door. Hannah breathed in deep and forced a big smile as she prepared to walk up the steps. 

She knew Penny would forgive her. Penny would understand without needing an explanation. 

Penny would... not be the one exiting the door. A petite brunette swung the door wide open and pulled two big trash bags onto the porch. She had her hair back in a bandanna, highlighting the freckles that trailed across her face and down her neck. Noticing Hannah, she froze for a second, then straightened up and pulled the door mostly closed behind herself. "Can I help you?" she asked, smiling prettily. 

"I... uh... I'm sorry..." Hannah stammered, unprepared to explain to anyone other than Penny why she was there. Thinking quickly of the wedding invitation, she asked, "Is Andrew here?" 

The young woman studied Hannah for a second, then carried the trash bags down the steps. She had on a plain green polo shirt with stitching on the chest identifying her simply as "Isa." After tossing the bags into the trash can at the top of the driveway, Isa turned towards Hannah and said, "No, he's not here. Want me to give him a message?" The young woman crossed her arms, exposing her left hand to plain in view, and slowly tapped the ring finger against her arm. Hannah couldn't help but notice a shiny ring - most likely an engagement ring. Hannah saw defiance in the young woman's face, her eyebrows raised in seeming challenge. 

Hannah faked an apologetic smile. "No, that's OK. Sorry to disturb you." She could see Isa smirk as Hannah took a step back, turned around, and went back to her car. 

Driving off to find the interstate, Hannah clenched her jaw. So it hadn't work out for Penny, either. There was no such thing as home for women like them. Damn Nicholas. Damn Andrew. Damn them all.



Sisters Ch. 02



As Heidi lay there quietly sobbing from the spanking I had given her, Heather, her sister, sat there in stunned silence as I explained why she had been brought here. Her eyes flashed and she stood up and looked at me her face reddening with anger. 

“How dare you.” She fumed. “I am not like this little slut lying across your table with her ass beet red and I am certainly not like that slut of a little sister who would fuck a billy goat if she was horny enough. I am leaving.”

“Wait!” I said firmly and as she shudder slightly I smiled. She was not as angry as she wanted me to think. “It was not I who lied to you Heather. It was your own sweet sister. Perhaps you should ask her why she did this to you.”

“Did what to me?” She gulped slightly.

“Brought you here to be taught to be a slave such as she has becomes.”

“I am no fucking slave!” She screamed. 

I stepped close to her and hissed firmly. “You will never again curse in my presence.” She shuddered again and nodded.

“Now perhaps you would like to direct your anger toward she who is responsible for your predicament.”

She looked down at her sister still lying quietly across the table. She had not been told to get up and would lie there until told to do so. I left her standing there staring at the pink, upturned ass of her precious little sister. As I returned I offered her a ping-pong paddle. It was the kind with the thin layer of rubber covered in tiny dots. 

A flash of recognition blinked through her eyes as she took the paddle and stepped up to the table.

“You fucking…” She looked up and me… “… little bitch. How dare you think I am like you? Always wanting to be fucked, always wanting to such a hard cock, always wanting your cunt full of those balls you wear, or that butt plug you wear to work all the time. How dare you think I want that.”

She drew the paddle back and slapped her sister hared across both ass cheeks. Heidi jumped for she had not been watching as I had given Heather the paddle. “Oh God.” She moaned as Heather landed another slap across her fine ass.

“I’ll teach you to lie to me.” She hissed. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. “Look at this little slut.” WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. “She loves it. She fucking loves it.”

I had sat down in a chair next to where Heather was standing as I watched her spank her little sister. At the utterance of the next curse word I slapped her hard across her ass with the second paddle I had brought along with me but had not let her see. She sucked in a deep breath as the paddle claimed her ass for the first time and I followed it up quickly with two more hard slaps of the paddle.

She almost staggered as she stepped back, looking at me dumbfounded. I smiled at her and nodded slightly. “Yes my dear, Heather. It is I who allow you anything and everything while you are here.”

Her eyes narrowed as she backed up a bit farther. “I’ll not be apart of this. You sick fucks. I am leaving.” She stormed out the door and slammed it shut. I moved over to the side of the table and looked down at Heidi still lying there, naked, ass in the air. Her ass was polka dotted with the blows for the paddle her sister had inflicted on her for the lying.

“I am sorry my master.” She whimpered.

I nodded. “I am not displeased except for the lie you’ve told your sister.” 

“Yes my master but I knew she wouldn’t come if I told her the real reason. I beg to be punished even more for the falsehood.”

“It is good you beg the punishment but for that you have already been disciplined for that infraction and seems your sister has given you what she thinks you deserve.”

“Yes my master.” She whispered. “Thank you my master.”

We heard Heidi’s car trying start and I chuckled softly, as the next thing we heard was my vehicle trying to be started. I had removed both of the coil wires from the engines before coming to the front porch. Both vehicles could not be cranked with this piece missing. Within a few minutes a very angry Heather returned to the warmth of the cabin. With the setting of the sun the late fall air was quite chilly.

“Neither of the cars will start.” She stated matter of factly.

“Yes girl.” I replied. “This is know to me and it was by my design. You will not be able to leave the cabin until I am quite ready for you to do so.”

“GIRL!?!?!?!? How dare you call me that.” She screamed. 

“Yes girl. It is what you are and what you will learn to be.”

“That’s kidnapping. “I’ll have you both arrested. You can’t do this to me.”

“Quite the contrary, sweet Heather.” I smiled. “By the end of the weekend you like your sister will be begging for my attention.”

“No fucking way you pervert.” She screamed again. “I am not the kind of slut like my sister.

I looked over to Heidi still lying naked across the table. “You may get off the table, don the camisk and go and fetch your sister’s clothing.”

Heidi obediently got off the table. “Yes my master.”

She returned with Heather overnight bag, knelt before me, thighs splayed open again showing her naked, cleanly shaven pussy. She held the bag out to me as I watched Heather watch her sister open herself open completely. Again a look of desire mixed with disgust flashed across her eyes. 

I moved toward my chair near the fireplace, which had a roaring fire blazing away. I looked over to Heidi who remained kneeling where I had left her and smiled. 

“Observe Heather.” I looked from Heidi to heather and spoke softly yet firmly. “Heidi crawl over to me and lie across the rug as you were taught.”

She obeyed instantly and laid flat on her belly across the rug, here arms above her head and her legs spread widely apart. Heather gasped as she assumed the proper position. I open the bag and began removing items. The carefully folded clothes I removed and placed across my lap and set the bag down between my feet. Unfolding the first item, a very nice silk blouse, O wadded it up suddenly and tossed it into the fireplace.

‘What the hell!” Heather screamed. “Those are my clothes.”

“You will not need then Heather, my dear.” I smiled as I tossed the rest of them into the fire.

“You bastard. I am not going to stand for this. I am calling a cab.”

“That is entirely impossible, girl. There is no phone service up here and cell phone unfortunately have no signal source this far out of town. I am afraid you are quite venerable and stuck here until your sister sees fit to allow your release.”

“My release?” She sputtered. “Until Heidi allows my release? How is it that she has the control of this?”

‘Because my dear sweet heather,” I smiled, “it is she who wishes you to become my slave.”

Heather’s mouth dropped open and as I turned my gaze to the prostrate girl on the rug I saw the tiny devilish grin that crossed her lips.

‘Remove you clothes heather.” I said sternly. “You will not need them.”

“I will not take off my clothes.”

I rose slowly and went over to the chest in which I kept some of my toys, and removed the flogger. I turned back around to face her and moved slowly toward her. 

“You will remove your clothing or you will be whipped.”

Her eyes widened as I slapped the flogger against the palm of my hand. She lowered her eyes to the floor. A large grin spread across my face.

“I can’t.” She whispered.

“Then, we will assist you.” I smiled. “Heidi, remove our sister’s clothes.”

She rose instantly with that devilish grin playing across her lips. She moved quietly and began unbuttoning her sister’s blouse, pushed it back over her shoulders. As she unclasped the front hook bra she fondled her sister smallish breasts. A swift slap across her naked ass from the flogger elicited a squeak from her lips.

“I did not say touch her.” I hissed. “ Just remove her clothes.”

She quickly obeyed and stripped her sister completely. As soon as all the clothes lay in a heap on the floor she knelt down by her sister, holding onto her hand. Tugging her sister down beside her she whispered. “ You will love this sissy.”

I smiled as I watch Heather kneel down beside her sister, the only difference being, her knees were tightly pressed together. I was not displeased. She would soon learn to spread them widely and crave doing so.



Sisters Ch. 02



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

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The ride home was long and slow. I felt like I'd never meet another person like Ellie. I never did. So I decided to wallow in self pity by drowning myself in ice cream at the Dairy Queen. The Dairy Queen in my town was a small one so they only had window service and only one window you could get service from. I had to stand behind a girl in the service line. She ordered a chocolate malted. I saw her rummaging through her purse when the man delivered the shake. She put a quarter on the counter but was still seventy-five cents short. I wanted to say something but I became my usual tongue-tied self.

"Oh darn it!" she said. "I know I had at least two dollars when I left home." The man at the window waited patiently for her. That was the way he always was. She began to look nervous.

"I'll give you the seventy-five cents miss," I said. I couldn't believe I had just said that. Sure, I had the money and it was the right thing to do but that had never stopped me in the past from not saying a thing. I couldn't imagine what had gotten into me.

"Thank you." She said. "We'll go to my house and I'll get you the money."

"Nah, that's all right," I responded, "it's really nothing."

"No! I insist." She said. "Oh, and I don't like it when I don't get my own way. I'm terribly spoiled you know." Of course I didn't know any of this but I went along with her. I was just beginning to notice how pretty she was. She was tallish. I am six feet one inch tall and she was only a few inches shorter. She had auburn hair, beautiful green eyes and a very nice figure. I decide not to argue with her.

"Okay," I said, "whatever you say."

"Good, let's go now," she responded. She turned and got into a baby blue 1955 Thunderbird. She looked even more stunning sitting there in that car and I was becoming taken with her. I never did get a chance to get my ice cream. She didn't live far away but she did live in the next town over. That explained why I had never seen her at school which I had been wondering about. She lived in a large white house on Chestnut Street. She pulled into her driveway and all the way to the end which gave me more than enough room to park directly behind her. Without saying a word she made it known that I should follow her. Suddenly she stopped, turned to me and said, "My name is Linda. I don't think we took time to introduce ourselves. I'm sorry, that was rude of me to forget such a thing."

"Oh, that's all right." I responded. "My name is Sam."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sam."

"A pleasure to meet you too Linda."

"Come on inside and I'll get you your money." Linda led me into her house taking me by the hand upstairs to her bedroom. I wasn't too sure that this was the right thing to do but I knew I could trust myself so I didn't think there was anything to worry about. Unless, that is, if her father came home and found us there. I didn't relish the thought of explaining myself even though I knew full well I hadn't done a thing wrong. I was already to take blame anyway.

Linda went to her bureau, opened the top drawer and pulled out a dollar bill. She turned and handed it to me. Then she did something I really didn't expect. "Do you mind if we sit down here for a few moments. I'd like to get to know you a bit."

"No, I don't mind at all." I said as I searched the room for a second chair seeing only one sitting in front of her desk. There was none but by that time Linda was sitting on the side of the bed and motioning for me to do the same. I did.

"I never saw you at any of the football games." She said. This surprised me because I couldn't imagine why she should have seen me especially since I didn't come from the same town as she. I point this out to her.

"I notice all the cute boys at the football games but I don't remember seeing you. Did you go to them?"

"Yes, I went to all of our football games but we only played you once so there's no way you would have seen me." I said that with resolve.

"You played on the football team didn't you?"

"Yes, I played middle line backer but I was always second string."

"I don't know how I ever missed you." She seemed convinced of what she was saying so I decided not to argue with her. I'd let her believe what she liked.

"You live here all your life?" I asked.

"Yup. My dad's an engineer at the missile plant. My ganpa worked for the Post Office for forty years. He lives next door."

I was starting to take closer notice of Linda. She was a truly beautiful girl and I hadn't really taken notice of it until just then. I must have been staring at her, most likely her breasts. I was infatuated with women's breasts.

"Do you like what you see?" Linda asked quite unexpectedly. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant.

"Yes," I replied, "You're really beautiful."

"Why thank you." She responded quite graciously. "But you were staring at my boobies" I was thrown for a loop I hadn't expected. I'd also never heard a girl say boobies either so I was doubly surprised.

I stumbled over a few words before finally eking out, "Why, yes, they're very nice too." I felt extremely embarrassed and foolish. Linda was quick to quell that though.

"Thank you for being honest. Most boys don't admit that they are looking at my boobies. The fact is, ever since the sixth grade when they just kinda popped out boys have been staring at them. Some of the girls say I should get mad at them for doing that but I like guys to notice me. I just don't like them to lie about what they're noticing. I know I have big breasts but it's not my fault I am made that way is it?"

Did Linda really expect me to answer that question? Was she trying make me blush or look foolish. My mind flooded with all sorts of crazy ideas. Finally I stammered, "No, ah um, no, it's not your fault."

"That's right!" She said adamantly. "So thank you for being honest about it anyway. It's such a relief to finally meet someone who will tell me the truth. All the boys I ever dated always lied to me about something. They thought I was stupid but I'm not. I was a member of the Honor Society so I guess I wasn't so dumb. Who needs those guys anyway." Linda seemed to be very irritated by what had obviously been a high school long situation for her. I was getting nervous with this type of talk. I'd never talked to a girl before about such things, not even Ellie. "It seems like guys think just because a girl has big tits she's easy or stupid or both. Well it's not true!" Linda was very obviously quite angry about this.

"I'm sorry if I insulted you in anyway," I finally said.

"No, you didn't. You didn't insult me at all. I don't mind you looking at my boobies especially since you admitted that you were doing it. I've got big boobs, they look good, so why shouldn't you look if you like them. I'm kinda proud of them myself. You do like them don't you?" The question was odd considering all the self confidence she had exhibited just before.

"Well, yeah, they are nice. I ah, I um," I was stuck in my mind for what to say next. Linda took care of that for me.

"Sam, I think you're a really nice guy and if you want to look at them then feel free." Linda giggled to herself. I didn't understand what she meant. She saw my obvious confusion. "Doncha get it. Feel," she paused a second, "freely. It's like I just asked you to go and feel them. What a ditz I am." The way Linda talked so freely about herself and the words she used left me dumbfounded.

I had something I really wanted to say to her and summoning up the courage to say it took a great deal of work. Finally I asked her, "Linda, how come you talk the way you do?"

Linda looked at me as if she didn't quite understand the question I had just posed. She really didn't understand and asked, "What do you mean? Don't you like the way I talk?"

"I like the way you talk just fine. It's just that I've never heard any girl talk so openly like you have been and use the words you use, know what I mean?" I hoped she did because I really didn't want to have to explain myself further.

"Sam, you remember what I said about honesty?"

I nodded yes.

"Well, I use those words because they seem to work the best. I mean I say boobies so much because saying breasts sounds so, oh, so clinical. I just say exactly what's in my mind. A lot of people, including my parents, really don't like the way I talk." Linda laughed to herself and rolled her eyes. "You should have seen my father the first time I used the word boobies to him. I was only in the seventh grade and dad had decided it was time to warn me about boys. He was trying to refer to my boobs but he just could seem to get any word out so I said it for him. I thought he was going to have a heart attack on the spot. First he looked embarrassed then he looked mad. He told me that good girls didn't use such language. But dad's a good guy and I think he knew he could only tell me these things. I was already playing softball and football with the boys and he knew it. Sometimes when a boy would tackle me I'd feel a hand grab one of my boobs. If I like the guy okay I didn't say anything but if I didn't really like him then I'd give him my look of death. That was always enough. When I was in high school I wanted to be a cheerleader but the head cheerleader didn't like me because all the boys did. I think she thought I was going to steal their boyfriends. She was probably right but I was mad as hell at the time. One day we had a shouting match in the hallways just after lunch. The language we used was horrible, even by my standards, so we were both expelled from school for the rest of the day and told we had to bring in our parents the next morning if we wanted to get back into school. The next day we were both sitting in the principal's office. My father was with me and her mother was with her. The principal asked me why I was fighting with her so I told him I thought she was a snobby bitch. Daddy go mad at me and made a scene right there. I think that impressed the principal enough that he let both of us back in school that day. It's funny. At lunch that day, Candy, she was the cheerleader, figures with a name like that doesn't it? Anyway, Candy came up to me when I was just about to leave and said she'd like to be friends. I told her sure, I didn't mind. I didn't believe she'd really ever be my friend but at the beginning of my junior year when she was a senior and head cheerleader she asked me to join the squad. At first I was reluctant to join but I finally gave in. I've always been something of an exhibitionist and I thought this would be a perfect way to continue that. I've really talked your ear off. I'm sorry."

"No," I said honestly, "it's really all right. It is quite interesting too."

"Really?" she asked as if it weren't.

"Yeah really. I like hearing about you. You must've driven your father crazy."

"Yeah, he thought I was pretty wild but actually I wasn't. Kids just thought I was that way. So did the teachers too so I got a rep."

"That's too bad. I hate it when people tell stories about you when you know they aren't true." Linda smiled after I said that. I had validated her feelings and that had appealed to her.

"Listen," she said, "I'm chilly. Do you mind if I put on a sweater?" She asked.

"No, of course not. I don't mind at all."

Almost as quickly as I said that Linda unbuttoned her blouse right in front of me and stood there momentarily in her bra. I could now see the actual size of her breasts and they were indeed quite large. She wasn't wearing one of those bras that hold breasts upright. Rather, she was wearing a light lacy bra with no support and yet her breasts had very little sag to them at all. Linda turn away from me and reached into a closet that was right beside her. She pulled out a pale blue button down sweater and pulled it on. As she started to button it from the top she again noticed my stare.

"You really are fascinated by my tits aren't you?" She asked. "Well," she continued, "I don't see why I should deny you seeing them this way. I'll just drape a blanket over my shoulders so I can get warm." Linda sat down next to me again, pulled her sweater off, put it down next to her and pulled a blanket from behind her over her shoulders. She was sitting slightly towards me and within only a few inches of me affording me the best view I had ever had of a woman's breasts. I had never seen a woman's breasts naked except for those in Playboy. Still, I couldn't understand Linda's willingness to do what she was doing. It was almost as if she were reading my mind.

I did look for a little while longer before I looked up and into her deep green eyes. They were so soft and beautiful and she was so near. Impulsively I leaned forward and kissed her full on her lips. Linda fell backward on the bed and almost off the bed and onto the floor. I thought what I had done was so outrageous that I had shocked her and now almost injured her.

Before I could say a word Linda said, "You sure don't have any problem going after what you want do you?" Little did she know that it was just the opposite. I decide to let that slide. A second later Linda leaned over and started to kiss me. We were already so close together that only a slight move by both of us was needed to have our arms wrapped tightly about each other. I could feel her breasts as they pressed into me and just as had happened with Ellie, I had become very erect. I felt saved this time though. That part of my body was not in contact with her. Linda pulled only slightly away from me for a second breaking our kiss and allowing her right hand to drop from my shoulders. Where it fell became a sudden tell tale. He hand was now directly on my hardness. She had to have noticed it and yet she didn't move her hand away, or move it at all for that matter. I could see her smile. She started kissing me again.

I was getting so involved in kissing her it reminded me of kissing Ellie and my hand reached for and grasped her breast. I felt her take in a sudden breath of surprise but she didn't make a move of any type. Though I had done this action from an old and natural act I found myself in a strangely nice position. Feeling braver I started to knead her breast and could feel her nipple become hard even through the material of her bra. We kissed for a very long time and I had slipped my hand inside her bra. Ellie had allowed me to do this as well so it was not new for me. Linda's hand was still resting upon my hardness and still it had not moved. I was actually hoping she would do something but she didn't. I suddenly seemed to lose my balance and fell back on the bed, pulling Linda down with me. Linda was quite non-plussed by the turn of events. Quite the opposite, she took this as a sign that I wanted more and started to rub my extremely hard penis. Little by little we undressed each other until we were totally naked. During this entire time not a word passed between us and yet it felt like we had talked over ever action, every move. It was obvious now that Linda expected that I was going to make love to her.

When we stopped kissing we rolled away from each other a little bit. It was enough for me to see the full length of her body naked. I saw Linda's long slim legs. They were really beautiful. "How tall are you?" I asked her.

"What?" She said obviously surprised her. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I'm six one and I noticed right away how you are taller than most girls. I mean, you aren't too tall or anything I am just curious how tall you are."

"Well, I'm five nine and since you brought that up, I must admit that in the past it has often presented a problem for me. So many of the boys were shorter than me and so they'd never ask me out. Being tall can be such a pain in the ass. But you're four inches taller than me so it doesn't really matter does it?"

"No, it doesn't. I was just looking at your legs and I was thinking how beautiful they are."

"Thank you. I think that's the first time I've ever gotten compliments on anything other than my breasts." Linda chucked to herself after she said that.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, when I was a junior in high school I was in a pretty athletic gym class. When gym was over there were always a few girls who'd stare at my tits a little. I was self conscious about that my first two year of high school but by that time I was kinda used to it especially since the boys were always staring at me too. One day I was the first into the showers and then the next girl who came in stopped behind me and grabbed my tits from behind and squeezed them. I was really startled because of course this had never happened and she was a girl. I jumped away from her really quickly so she got the idea really quickly too that I was definitely not interested. So everyone has always been interested in my tits but no one has ever said anything about my legs. It's nice to get a compliment for a different part of your body for a change, really nice."

"Well, I love your green eyes too. Whenever I look at them I feel like kissing you. I don't how to explain it but they really do something to me."

"Geeze, you're really full of compliments today aren't you?" Linda said.

"Linda, do you think we should be doing this here. I mean your parents could come home and find us and then what would happen." I was showing my paranoia.

"Not a chance. Dad's at a meeting all week in New York and he won't be home until Sunday night. Mom left last night for New York to be with him for the weekend. So we have the house all to ourselves." Linda gave me the most mischievous smile I'd ever seen.

"Okay, but do you mind if we slow down a bit? This is all so much of a surprise to me."

"Of course silly," she replied, "I'll do anything you say." This time I caught her double entendre and the mischievous smile that followed.

What Linda didn't know was that she had a virgin on her hands. She must have sensed this though because she took the lead, rolled over onto her back and motioned for me to come on top of her. I was there on my hands and knees right above her now, scared to death. I had no idea of what the right thing to do was. Linda took my penis in both her hands and massaged it for a while. The she pulled me down on top of her leaving one hand around my penis. She used that hand to place me inside her. I could feel her wetness and our bodies were moving in the motion of love making. I suddenly found that what my friends had told me about things just coming naturally was really true. They did come natural all right but I came too soon, or so I thought. Linda seemed not bothered by that. She seemed to know exactly what she needed to do for us to continue like she wanted. I had no sooner come when she ducked under the covers and wrapped her lips around my penis. This of course was another first for me and my arousal was almost immediate. In fact, I became hard very quickly and I came in her mouth only moments later. Another Linda surprise for me. I was sure that would be the end of it but Linda continued to suck on me and with the help of her hand playing with my balls she once again made me hard. This time as soon as I was hard Linda released me from her lips and rolled over on her back so I could put it in her once again. The feeling of me entering her was heavenly. He pussy felt like it had a velvet lining as it surrounded my penis. This feeling together with all the others helped me time and again to get hard or stay hard. Linda and I made love for the next hour.

We had just finished making love for the nth time when I heard the front door slam and looked at Linda. "Oh, that must be my sister Cathy. She's a senior at Stonehill College."

"I thought you said we had the house to ourselves?"

"We do silly. Cathy's so naive she'll never suspect a thing."




Sisters Ch. 02



"She is huh? Is there anything else I should know?"

"Well I do have one other sister. Her name is Dawn and Dawn makes Cathy look like the most worldly person you'd ever met. I can't believe she's a sophomore at Merrimack College and is still so dumb. Come, let's go visit with Cathy."

I looked down at myself and said, "Well, I think she'd be a bit curious if we showed up like we are now."

Linda laughed, grabbed at my underpants which were under the covers and threw them at me. Then she followed with the pillow. Linda was playful and it made everything seem so natural. It also relieved me of my paranoid self. We dressed quickly and headed downstairs. We found Cathy sitting in the kitchen sipping on a cup of tea and reading the local newspaper.

"Anything exciting in there?" Linda asked sarcastically.

Cathy smirked at us and said, "No."

"Gee, aren't we in a good mood today. Was Bobbie being an asshole again?" Linda looked at me and said, "Bobbie's her so called boyfriend but he treats her like shit. Cathy, I don't know why you bother with that guy. Here it is what, five thirty in the afternoon and you are here at home and alone. What's wrong with this picture?"

"Linda, it's none of your business and I wish you'd stay the hell out of my business. Oh, and for the record, Bobbie and I broke up before the summer began. What I do is my business and you have no right criticizing me."

"Sure I do!" Linda replied, "I'm your sister and what are sisters for?"

"Not abuse! You know it wouldn't hurt you to be nice to me once in a while."

"I would love to be but Cathy you are so clueless. Why don't you find a guy who knows something and get a life?"

Cathy glared at Linda. She didn't respond to Linda's taunt. Cathy stood up and folded the newspaper up. It was my first chance to get a good look at her. Unlike her sister she had brownish blonde hair and her breasts were much smaller. They seemed to be of average size. Like her sister, Cathy was equally as beautiful though I could see she didn't flaunt it like Linda seemed to like to do.

I whispered in Linda's ear, "She looks a lot like you, except, her," I paused afraid to say the very word Linda used so freely.

Linda inserted herself saying right out loud, "Her boobies aren't as big as mine? Is that what you mean?" I was dumb struck with Linda's audacity. She seemed to want to embarrass Cathy. "Cathy hides her titties under those loose clothes of hers. Actually she's a cup size bigger 'n me if you can believe that."

"Linda stop it! You have no right to talk about me that way and with that language especially in front of someone I don't even know."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Linda said in a flippant way, "Cathy, this is my friend Sam. Sam, this is Cathy. There, now I can talk about you some more."

Cathy and I exchanged short greetings. Each of us feeling our own bit of embarrassment. I took another good look at Cathy. She was so beautiful I felt almost obligated to relish her beauty.

"Well, ta Cathy," Linda said, "We're off. We have important things to do."

"I'm sure you do Linda," Cathy said, the sarcasm quite evident in her voice.

Linda took me by the hand and led me back upstairs to her bedroom. She immediately stepped out of her jeans and quickly pulled off her blouse.

"You want to do it more?" I said incredulously.

"Sure!" Linda said standing there in only her bra and panties. "I'm having fun aren't you?"

"Sure I am but don't you ever take a break?"

"Of course I do but it's not like this is an everyday thing for me. In fact, it's been a long time since I last did it."

"Well, it's the first time for me," the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I had now bared my soul naked to her. Now she knew the horrible truth.

"This was your first time?" Linda asked with obvious surprise.

"Yes, it was. It shows doesn't?"

"Actually no, I'm just surprised it could really be your first time. You were so good I was sure you had made lots of girls before me very happy."

"Well, I haven't and I was good?" I really had no idea what good meant so I was truly surprised to hear her compliment me that way.

"Sam, you ever hear the term 'wham bam thank you ma'am'?"

"Sure I have why?"

"Because every guy I have ever been with has made sure he got his and never thought that maybe I hadn't gotten mine. You on the other hand, you are so gentle and you take things so nice and slowly you turn me on by just touching me. No one has ever been able to do that so that's why I thought, well, let's just say I'm really surprised you're a virgin. I mean, you were a virgin." Linda stopped briefly. I could see that she wanted to continue so I didn't say anything. Then she smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me be your first."

"Why?" I asked. I could not understand the concept she was getting at.

"Well, by this time you figure no one's a virgin anymore so I'm surprised that you were."

"Yeah, well, if I could have had it my way that would not have been true." I stopped thinking about what I had just said and desiring to back it up with something more. "I mean I wanted to all the way through high school but it wasn't until I was almost a senior that I met a girl who I could have done it with."

"What do you mean 'could have done it with'?" Linda asked.

"Well, you see, Ellie was the most beautiful and popular girl in the school."

"You mean Ellie Wilkerson?"

"Yes," I said with surprise, "do you know her?"

"Do I know her? Everybody knows Ellie! I think she was the most popular girl at my school too and she didn't even go there. I mean all the guys seemed to know her from their freshman year. I'm surprised she never went to bed with you though."

"Why?"

"Well, everyone knows how much she slept around! It wasn't like she tried to keep it a secret or anything."

"That's not true." I said forcefully and defensively. "Ellie and I were steadies for our entire senior year and I know she never lied to me. She told me that a rumor like that was floating around but she also told me it just wasn't true. Some jerk football player got mad at her because she wouldn't sleep with him and so he started the rumor. Ellie and I got pretty heavy if you know what I mean. We talked a lot about going to bed but we never did. It was like what we had was enough so we never really felt the need to go any further. We both had the desire and we admitted that but I was too scared to push it and she never brought up the possibility of how we might do it."

Linda looked at me in disbelief. Finally she said, "You're the geek we heard who was dating her?"

I couldn't believe what Linda had just said to me. Linda must have noticed my hurt feelings and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way. It's just that that's the way we all referred to you. No one really knew who you were, they just knew Ellie." Then Linda smiled at me and continued, "So I guess they were wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you aren't a geek at all. I would never go to bed with a geek." Linda thought for a second. "That's not what I mean either. I mean, I've liked lots of guys who were geeky and I might even have gone out with one if they had ever asked but they never did. I have to admit I am something of a snob when it comes to guys. I like my guys to be a certain way. You're the way I really like guys!" She finished with enthusiasm.

"You mean you don't think I'm a geek?"

"You've got to be kidding! Hell no! You're a sweet charming shy guy, that's all."

I heard the front door slam shut just then. "Does everyone in your family slam doors all the time?"

"No, it's just that the front door won't lock if you don't. That must be Cathy going out to grovel to her weenie boyfriend. I hate it when she does that which is all the time. He's such a jerk. Actually I really like Cathy but she makes me so mad with the things she does."

"But Cathy's not going out with him anymore, remember?"

"Oh yeah," she replied.

"Linda?" a new voice yelled up the stairs, "are you up there?"

"Yes Dawn, I'm up here why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. Who ya got up there with you?"

"It's none of your damn business now go away and stop bothering me ya brat!"

"I'm gonna tell daddy when he gets home!"

"No you won't cause I'll tell him about you know what and you'll be in even worse trouble."

The exchange of words stopped with that statement. "What do you have on her?" I asked curiously.

"I caught her smoking dope down in the cellar last month with one of her girl friends."

"Oh," was all I could say.

"So that'll keep her quiet forever." Linda had started to unbutton my shirt. She stopped, got up and closed the door to her bedroom tightly. She reached around behind her and her bra quickly fell to the floor. The re-emergence of her large breasts to my view enthralled me as much as the first time. I took them greedily in my hands and started playing with her nipples. It wasn't long before Linda was moaning beneath my touch. Then I put my lips to her nipples and suckled on them for a long time. Their largeness was of course very arousing for me so I decided to wallow in her breasts, paying them a lot of attention for a long time. I squeeze and sucked and pinched her nipples and breasts for a very long time almost coming in the process one time. Linda actually did come a couple of times while I was sucking on her nipples. She was very sensitive there and it didn't take much for her to get highly aroused and then come. I didn't think I could make love to her anymore because I didn't believe I could become hard again but I proved that wrong with all the attention I gave her breasts and Linda proved me wrong by kissing and licking me in many different parts of my body. Linda allowed me the freedom to try anything I wanted and never once complained. I know now of a lot more things I could have tried but at the time I didn't know some of those things even existed. The next time I looked at the clock it was almost midnight. We had both fallen asleep in each other's arms at about nine. I shook Linda awake.

"It's really late," I said, "I've got to get home. No one knows where I am and my mom is a real worry wart."

Linda yawned stretching her arms behind her a bit. This action lifted he large breasts up and made them stand out straight and firm. "You never get tired of looking at my tits do you?" Linda asked.

"No and I don't think I ever will." It occurred to me that I had made an assumption that we had never discussed. I believed Linda would want to see me again but it hadn't come up. "We will be seeing each other again won't we?"

"Of course we will silly!" She responded playfully. "I'm no one night stand and I'd hate you forever if you thought I was."

"Oh no, I wasn't thinking that at all. I was just afraid that you might not want to see me again."

"After all we've done you've got to be kidding! Didn't I tell you that you're the best ever?"

"I don't remember, did you?"

"I'm sure I did and yes you are. No one's ever fucked me so good before." Once again Linda's language caught me off guard. I couldn't get over such an intelligent girl using such crude language.

"How come you like to use words like that?" I asked.

"I like to use them because they fit. They seem to be right at the time. Does it bother you that I talk like that? You know I would never talk like that in public."

"I guess it doesn't." I lied. I lied only because I was not used to hearing a girl talk like that and I felt certain that in her case I'd get used to it. I kissed Linda and rolled out of bed. I started to dress when Linda got out of the bed and wrapped herself around me. She was still totally naked and I'd only been able to get my underpants on. When she started to rub her body back and forth against mine my penis betrayed me again. Linda didn't miss that and blatantly wrapped a hand around it. "I know someone who hasn't had enough." She had a wicked looked in her eyes.

"Yeah, he's always had a mind of his own. He seems to be totally out of my control."

"So what's his name?" she asked.

"What's his name?" I responded not sure what she meant.

"Yeah, what do you call it. Every guy I've ever known has called his cock some name so what's your cock's name?"

Linda's brass use of language continued to surprise me. "He doesn't have a name. I didn't know guys did such things."

"Boy, you really were a virgin weren't you?" she commented. "So whaddaya gonna call it?"

I thought about that point for a minute before saying, "I'm not going to call it anything. It sounds silly to name your penis." Linda laughed at my statement.

"Penis?" she said. "Can't you call it your dick or your cock? I mean, what's so wrong with calling it that. You sound so stuffy calling it your penis."

I didn't want to be stuffy so I thought about it for a second, "Well, okay, but calling it my prick sounds worse somehow than calling it my cock."

"Okay, I like that better too. Yeah," she continued, "I like your cock a whole lot." I found Linda's double entendre funny and laughed. She still had my penis in her hand and immediately tried to mount it. Even though I didn't want to I pushed her away.

"Linda, geeze, don't you ever stop?"

"Not if I don't have to," she responded.

"Well you have to," I answered her. "I told you I've got to get home and it's getting late. Look, it's one o'clock now. I really have to get going Linda, okay?"

Begrudgingly Linda said, "Okay." She gave my penis a squeeze and brushed her breasts across my chest one more time before letting me continue dressing. As I finished tying my shoes I saw Linda slip into a bathrobe. She had not put on another stitch of clothing which brought me to remark, "Is that how you always walk around the house?"

"Sure, why not? I mean it's not like mom or dad's around and Cathy and Dawn don't really care. When my parents are around I wear a bathrobe. Dad scolds me sometimes especially when the robe falls open. I really do feel bad for him at those times because I know it embarrasses him and I know I should at least be wearing panties and a bra. Because of you from now on I'm going to be sure I'm more appropriately dressed around daddy. For that alone he'll love you. I mean, I'm not gonna tell him that but I'll tone down my language and tell him it's because you don't like me talking that way."

"Well I don't really."

"I know and so I'll be telling him the truth and that will make him like you. Daddy's been trying to get me to change my language since I was a sophomore in high school. If I weren't such a good student I don't think I could have gotten away with half the things I have."

Linda wrapped her arm around mine and led me downstairs to the front door. I could feel her breast moving back and forth against my arm all the way to the door. I wouldn't put it past Linda to have done that on purpose. At the door we had one very long kiss before I left. I promised Linda I'd call her at ten in the morning before I left for her house.

"Hey Sam!" Linda called.

"Yes?" I turned and answered.

"What are you doing this summer?

"I'm working at the telephone company. What are you doing?"

"I'm working in the hospital."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to know." She replied.

"Oh, well, see ya later. Bye." I turned to continue to my car.

"Yeah, I'll see ya tomorrow."



Sisters Ch. 02



Sisters chapter 2: A continuation:

My sisters breasts, soft and sweet. Her nipples ready to be hardened, beckon the gentle sucking motion of my mouth. My tongue bathing it's nipple. The underside. Round in circles over the top. I can still smell her sweet honey like sex, and the heat of the sun, playing about her shapely body. Filling my nostrils like honey from a hive. I laid kisses her on her mouth, running my tongue along her pursed lips, then as she parted them, I inserted my tongue into her open crevice, our tongues danced together. Our hands playing about our long lithe bodies. The feel of our bodies, hearts and souls melding together on some astral plane. This was me and my sister. And I was in heaven.

We continued making love. Kissing and caressing, this place, that place. Laving the hollow of our necks, our tits, the hollow between our tits, sucking each others nipples, tonguing our belly buttons. Kissing every square inch of our bodies, right there on the lounge chair, on the patio. As I am on top, straddling Jamie, my neck arched, Jamie continued sucking away at my nipples. I returned my head to its normal position, and caught a glimpse of the housekeeper, Tiera Sue. Standing in the kitchen, supposed to be doing housework; but instead eyeing Jamie and I. "I thought, I'll deal with her later." But I have to admit, having someone watching us, was totally erotic. I've never been watched while making love before. But I decided that I, at least at this very moment, had no other choice, I thought. My sex was atop Jamie's. My very being dripping with hot wet juices. Mixing with hers. Like a very well mixed drink. As Jamie continued to bathe and suckle my nipples, I rubbed my sex against hers. And Jamie let out a moan while sucking my nipples. I was straddling her, riding her sex, as she continually sucked and nipped my breasts, and nipples. Bathing one, then the other.

Oh god, it felt so good. To have Jamie suck my nipples, and our sex melding together like that. It was taking me to levels I cannot even explain. Being that it is my sister, made this moment even more unconscionable. Beyond any reasonable doubts or misguided feelings, I had in the past. They were definitely gone now. The only thing I could concentrate on now, was surviving this elated state I was in. Riding Jamie's sex, with her hips bucking against mine, our clits touching each others, and Jamie sucking away at my 38d breasts. Was so divine. I arched my back one more time, on the downswing, and let out an utterance only the gods could understand at that moment. After climaxing again, and again, and again. Coming down from that out of body astral plane, I kissed Jamie's mouth and again my tongue filled her wanton crevice, as our tongues danced like two lovers on a dance floor. We then collapsed into each others arms.

When we both regained consciousness, I realized that Jamie was holding a strap-on dildo in her hands. "Jamie," I said. "No, not here."

"Aww come on sis, don't be a party pooper. You want this as much as I do. Now move back onto my legs as I attach this baby."

Realizing I was unable to change Jamie's mind.. And realizing the truth of the matter, I wanted that dildo inside me, just as much as Jamie did. So I accommodated her, and moved back upon her legs and watched as she attached that dildo to her waist. Then she beckoned me, with her hands massaging my dripping wet unshaven pussy, to finally straddle her newly attached dildo. I rejoycingly complied. And lowered myself onto that dildo, full throttle. Taking every inch. I bent my neck down as I am a bit taller than Jamie.. I 5'10, she 5'7. So I bent my neck down far enough so we could begin kissing one another.

I ran my tongue across her lower lip, then delved into her wanton crevice, as our tongues played about. I started massaging my cunt with Jamie's strap-on. As we continued to kiss passionately. Then Jamie broke the kiss, and said "gimmie those gorgeous 38d tits. I want to suck them and suck them good."

I complied with her demand. As I know she loves to nip, suck and bathe my nipples. As I love having them nipped, sucked and bathed. Her mouth feasted on my nipples. One then the other, as if she were going for the jugular. First her teeth nipped at my nipples, then she took her long snake like tongue and bathed them, before settling her tongue underneath it's crest and her mouth draped over the top, and began sucking in earnest. As was I still bucking my hips up and down on Jamie's dildo, unaware there was another presence on the patio, besides Jamie and I. My head was back, eyes closed, and my 38d chest was arched for Jamie's ministrations. I then felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, and then a pair of lips upon mine.

My eyes immediately flew open. It was Tiera Sue, my housekeeper. I immediately broke the kiss. And said, "What the hell do you think you're doing Tiera?"

"I.. I.. saw you two out here.. and thought.."

"You thought what, Tiera?"

"I.. I thought I'd join you two. You know how I feel about you Ms. Pam. I have wanted you for a long time."

"Tiera Sue, you have gotten me twice before. Now this is the last straw. Go inside and wait in my office. NOW!!."

With that Tiera Sue marched herself back into the house, heading in the direction of my office. Which was just off the kitchen, practically next to her servants quarters. I heard the door slam.

And with that Jamie never missing a beat, continued sucking my nipples, with a slight grin on her face. I finally realizing what had just happened. I quickened my pace on the dildo strapped around Jamie's waist. With such earnest, within minutes I came like Niagara Falls. Gushing juice after juice, down my leg's and down Jamie's dildo, and dripping onto her legs as well. I bowed my head towards Jamie, and she just looked at me so apologetically. I kissed her once more, tongue and all. Before getting off that dildo. Getting dressed with such furry.. I then quickly bowed down and gave Jamie another kiss on her lips, and again apologizing.

Then as I looked at her, I went into the house, heading towards my office. Just before entering, I took a deep breath placed my hands upon the doorknob, and slowly turned it, then opening the door. There was Tiera Sue sitting in the chair across from my desk. Sobbing.

I thought, so she's going to play the sobbing bit eh? This time it wouldn't work.

I made my point very clear and precise. As I stood behind my desk. I asked Tiera Sue, "how long have you been employed here?"

Tiera's voice was very shaky as she said, "8 years."

"And in those 8 years, have I ever, I mean ever givin' you permission to fuck me?"

"Umm.."

"Well, have I?," I said.

"No ma'am, you haven't."

"Then what in the hell gave you the right to think you could do so now?," I asked.

"I.. I don't know ma'am."

"You don't know?," I shouted.

"No ma'am, I don't. I guess I was caught up in the moment."

"What you should have done was your job. Instead of spying on me. Spying is not in your job description, now it is?"

"Is it?," I said.

"Umm, no ma'am."

"You have taken advantage of me one too many times. This is the straw that broke the camels back, Tiera. You have been a good employee for the last 8 yrs. up until the last few months. You have no right to touch me in any way shape or form. And no right to spy on me, as well."

"But.."

"No buts, no nothing, Tiera."

I reached down towards my desk, and opened the top drawer, and pull out my checkbook. And begin writing a check, signing it, and handing it to Tiera Sue. I said, "here's your last paycheck, and 2 weeks severance pay. Now gather your things and please leave."

"But..," said Tiera Sue.

"I said, take your things and leave."

With that I placed my checkbook in the top drawer and closed it. As Tiera got up and headed for the door. placing her shaking fingers on the knob, and turning it.

I said to her, "Do not slam, that door."

Tiera finally exited the room, still sobbing, she closed the door behind her.

I stood there for a moment totally stunned. Before realizing that I had left my sister out on the patio. I quickly walked across my office floor, and opened the door. And just as I did, I heard Tiera Sue packing her things. I went straight for the patio.

Jamie heard me close the patio door behind me, and turned around noticing the look on my face. She held out her arms to me, and I went. Like an obedient child to it's parents. I sat down next to Jamie on her lounge chair. With my head hanging on the floor. Jamie touched my arm, with her hands and massaged it. As she spoke and said, "I'm so sorry honey. It was all my fault."

"No Jamie, I am to blame also. This time I wanted the sex with you. It was consensual."

Jamie's face lit up like a kid watching fireworks on the fourth of July. Then I spoke up and said, "she had it coming. This wasn't the first time she's done that. She got me twice before. She caught me off guard, and there was no escaping her clutches, either time. So I gave her, her last pay check, and two weeks severance pay, and told her to take her things and leave."

Jamie just sat there. Didn't say a word, but she did put both her arms around me, and drew me close to her, and held me.

After a week of sex between us two, I didn't want my sister to leave. I needed her as much as she needed me. But our time was almost up. I had asked her to stay another week. I wanted to continue our love making sessions. I didn't come right out and tell her. But I think that she knew anyway. Sex with James, my husband, was always good. We made three children out of it. And many times in between, the sex was great. But Jamie filled something in me, no one else could fill. My desire, and my affinity for another woman. And unless James was going to have a sex change operation, right or wrong, Jamie had the sex I longed for. Jamie did stay another week, as my husband was out of town on business. So Jamie and I continued our love making sessions. As my house was 65 thousand square feet, we certainly had plenty of room. And now no one would be the wiser. 

When Jamie left after that week, my hunger for my sister grew even greater than I had ever imagined. Two weeks later, we went on vacation together. To a remote island in Hawaii. And made mad passionate undying love to each other.



Sisters Ch. 02



"If you're going to stare, the least you could do is come over here and shake it for me."

"Wouldn't you just love that," Angie grinned from beside Matt's nightstand, where she was holding his TV tray.

She had come to serve Matt his breakfast in bed, only he'd already gotten up to take his morning piss. He was standing over the toilet in his pajamas sidelong to her, and Angie could see his semi-hard cock in his hand.

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I would," Matt said, staring down his sparring partner. "Not that I think you'd ever have the balls to do it," he smirked.

"Pretty sure of yourself, are you?" Angie smiled, placing the TV tray on the bed. "You don't think I will? Is this a challenge?" she asked, her smile growing.

"No, it's not a challenge. I just think you made sure to time it so you'd catch me like this, and now that I've called you on it you won't step up."

"I'm not my sister, you know," she responded, walking towards him. "I don't scare nearly so easily, in case you haven't noticed."

"Seems to me she's doing just fine so far, wouldn't you say?" he grinned.

Angie went to him, shocking him by taking his cock in her hand. Smiling over his stunned expression, she hefted his semi-erect shaft, then they both laughed as his spray went all over the place. She was making a real mess with it, and some of it landed on her hand.

Feeling the wet warmth on her fingers, she looked up at him. "Yes, I have to say, she seems to have come out of her shell quite a bit since she's been here," she said, stunning him further when she switched hands on his cock and popped the fingers of her first hand into her mouth, grinning as she sucked them clean.

Matt watched as she amused herself by making little figure-eights with his warm stream; she played with him until he was down to short squirts, then droplets, at which point she began slowly and sexily stroking his length. He was growing in her hand, and before long he was fully erect; she continued pumping, finishing off each stroke by twisting her palm in a corkscrewing motion around his plum-colored head. Shooting him a flirty smile, she reached down with her other hand to cup and caress his balls.

"Still think I won't step up?" she asked, returning his earlier smirk.

"Fine, you win! You stepped up! You always step up!" he laughed. "I admit it, I was wrong. Are you happy now?" he added, grinning nervously.

"Are you going to keep challenging me?" she smiled, giving his dick a firm squeeze. "You know I hate to lose."

"Angie, you'd better let go of me. Haven't you ever heard that expression, 'Anything more than a few shakes....'"

"'...and you're playing with it,'" she finished, flashing a sexy grin. "Yes, I know, and yes, I'm playing with your cock. So what are you going to do about it, hot shot? You never answered my question. Are you going to keep challenging me? I'm telling you right now, I won't back down. At this point, I don't think Julie will either."

She brought her second hand to her mouth and grinned as she again popped her fingers inside, cleaning off the droplets of pee that had landed there during all her handling of his cock. Dropping her hand back to his erection, she spread his growing pool of pre-cum around the head before returning those fingers to her mouth and licking them clean.

"My dear brother, you are simply leaking too much for my fingers to keep up," she teased. Smiling sweetly, she went to her knees and began laving his drooling tip. "Maybe this way will be more effective..." she added, taking him all the way down in a single long, smooth motion. Looking up with mirthful eyes, she expertly sucked his dick, using one hand to pump him while the other alternated between squeezing his ass and fondling his balls. Feeling playful, she turned her face to the side, making his large bulbous helmet bulge her cheek.

His gasping moan made her giggle around his shaft.

Knowing that she had him nearing the brink, she focused on his spongy crown, licking all over the pulsing head before pressing her tongue into the tiny slit to taste his silky flow. "Mmmm, I like playing with your cock," she breathed between sexy nibbles. "I think I may have to play with it a lot this week...that is, if you won't mind your wife's baby sister slipping into your bed to suck your dick every morning," she grinned, moaning as she wetly slurped him back into her mouth.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he said, watching in sheer wonder.

Releasing him with a 'pop,' she smiled, "I try." Coming to her feet again, she turned away from him and flipped her silk wrap over her hips, baring her naked bottom. Holding her skimpy cover-up to her waist, she did a sexy little ass-dance for him before strutting out of the bathroom.

"Angie!"

"You just clean up your mess in there, and eat your breakfast. There's no time for anything else, sweetie. You have to get going to your conference, you know," she said, smiling devilishly over her shoulder.

"Yeah, but—"

"Get a move on, buster!" she giggled.

'Fuck!' he thought, watching in frustration as she danced merrily away.

~ ~ ~

"What are you so happy and smug about, or dare I even ask?" smiled Julie, noticing the thoroughly pleased look on Angie's face.

Having finished our breakfasts, the sisters and I had gathered in the kitchen. 

"Oh, nothing," Angie said dreamily, which thoroughly set off Julie. 

"Oh, bullshit! I know that look! Out with it! What did you do?" she giggled, poking Angie in the ribs.

"Nothing much, my wonderful sister. Let's just say that Matt now knows better than to challenge me. After last night, I think he's even starting to think twice about challenging you, too. Just seeing you in this robe, that should be proof enough not to mess with you."

Julie beamed in gratitude, then they broke down laughing over how sexy they knew they looked in their tiny robes, which were the same silk wraps they'd worn following their massages. When they were done laughing and carrying on, Julie noticed that hers was open all the way to her blonde-haired pussy. She made a move to close it, but Angie stopped her.

"Leave it like that," she smiled.

Answering her baby sister's provocative smile with a knowing grin, Julie left her robe open, continuing what she had begun in my bedroom.

All during our breakfast in bed she'd been a total flirt. Constantly flashing her bare breasts and gorgeous pussy, she made sure that I saw her pantiless bottom and wet, perfect slit each time she bent over with the tray. Again she blatantly ogled my obvious erection, even going so far as to nudge my sheet further and further down by playfully nuzzling it with her cheek. Eventually she nudged it all the way off and took the head of my cock into her mouth for some teasing tongue-swirls and sexy sucking before switching to a long, torturous handjob, licking and sucking my balls while doing slow, twisting palm strokes along my pulsing length.

When she finally made me cum, she giggled in sheer delight. Though she didn't take my entire cock into her mouth, she did lick every inch of the shaft and especially all around the heavily ridged tip; making sure to clean up every last drop, she licked the rest from my stomach and her hand. Once she was done, she made a big show of happily swallowing everything in a single gulp.

Back in the kitchen she was grinning at Angie, and she didn't need to speculate as to whether her sister had been similarly flirting with Matt; it was clearly obvious that she had, and it was equally obvious that she was quite pleased about it.

Perched on a tall bar stool with her legs crossed, one foot bouncing up and down, Angie was a picture of confident sexuality. With the way she was sitting, her thighs were exposed all the way to her bare ass; her wrap was so short that her naked bottom was touching the wooden stool, while her large, firm breasts were barely covered by the silky material.

Julie knew that Angie wore that wrap to serve breakfast in bed to Matt, and she seemed to be smiling to herself at the thought.

Angie turned to me with open arms, offering me a "good morning" hug. I went to her, and she spread her legs in welcome, showing us her naked pussy as I stepped into her warm embrace.

"God, Angie," giggled Julie. "Imagine if you let Matt see you like that when you two are in bed together."

"I know. He would probably want me to do something like this..." Angie grinned, reaching into my sweats to take out my hardening cock. After stroking it to full erection, she guided it into her pussy; then, hooking her legs around my waist, she pulled me all the way in. When she had me buried to the hilt inside her, she tightly hugged me and started in with some heavy kissing.

We steadily fucked for about a minute before she moaned, "Mmmmmm, good morning, baby."

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," I said, kissing her again. "You know your sister is watching us, right?"

"Hello?! Yes, I am!" laughed Julie.

Peeking over my shoulder, Angie grinned, "Oh, hush, Julia. You can't see anything except my arms and legs wrapped around him, and his ass is completely covered."

"But I can still see that you're fucking him, you little slut!" Giggling like a schoolgirl, Julie pulled my sweats down and began spanking my bare ass in rhythm with my thrusts into her sister. "See? He's fucking your brains out right in front of me, and you love it!"

"Mmmmmm-hmmm," Angie grinned again, leaning forward to give me a long, hot tongue-kiss. When she was done, she pulled back to look in my eyes. "Okay, that's enough for now. I missed you this morning, so I wanted to give you a proper greeting," she smiled, and after enjoying one last delicious grind, we uncoupled. Bringing her legs down, she hooked her feet onto the rungs of the bar stool.

Shaking my head in amusement, I discreetly tucked myself away before turning to face Julie.

The thing is, I was still fully hard. There was nothing I could do about it, and Julie giggled again at the sight of my tented sweats. As I stood between Angie's spread legs, my mischievous wife reached around to grasp my erection. Grinning at Julie while squeezing me through the stretchy cloth, she said, "If I were to let Matt see my pussy like that when I'm in bed with him, his cock would probably grow wonderfully big and hard like this, then he'd want to do what we just did, don't you think?"

Julie laughed, nearly in disbelief. "Jesus, Angie, yeah, I'm sure he would! Is that how you always wish a man a good morning...by fucking him?"

Angie laughed too. "No, not always. I need to be in a particularly good mood before I wish someone a good morning that way."

I smiled at Julie. "So, what do you think? Whatever she did with your husband, it sure seems to have put her in just such a mood, huh?"

"No doubt! She must have wished him a good morning too," Julie grinned, going over to the fridge to pour herself a glass of juice.

A moment later Matt came blundering into the kitchen, offering us only a cursory "G'morning!" before rushing out the door.

Angie's legs were still spread, leaving her bare pussy on show, yet Matt was in such a hurry to make his escape that I doubt he even noticed.

"What was all that about?" I asked, once he was gone.

Angie smirked, and a laughing Julie pointed accusingly at her, as if to say, "You! You did that to him! Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Don't look at me," smiled Angie. "I'm not the one who squirted cum all over my brother's hand before going to his bedroom the next morning to flash him my gorgeous blonde pussy." 

She beamed triumphantly at Julie, who gave me a shy grin. When I held my arms out to her, she came to me for a hug. "Make her stop!" she pouted, in a goofy baby voice. "Make my mean sister stop being so cruel to me. I didn't do nuthin'! I'm a good girl!"

"Yes, you are. You are such a good girl," I cooed, petting her hair.

Angie made a comical barfing gesture before fixing me with an accusing smirk. "And what about you, Mister Obvious Morning Wood, making sure my sexy sister could see every inch of your big hard cock through your thin sheet. What was all that about, hmmm?"

I grinned at a giggling Julie, who merely responded with a guilty shrug, seemingly saying, "What did you expect? We're sisters. We tell each other everything."

"So," Angie persisted, reaching around again to stroke my bulging hard-on, "were you a 'good boy' with my oh-so-innocent sister? Did you give her a nice protein shake for breakfast, straight from the tap?"

I shot Angie a coy smile. "No worries, sweetheart. You've trained me well. You know I would never do anything you wouldn't do."

Zing. The ball was back in her court.

She just looked at us and laughed. "Yeah, right. Whatever. You're retarded. You're both retarded. Maybe that's why I love you two so much."

"Burp!" giggled Julie from within my comforting arms. She smiled at Angie, who for once couldn't tell whether she was joking or not.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" said Angie, giving Julie her due.

Reaching down, Julie added a second stroking hand to her sister's on my insane erection. When Angie smiled happily in surprise, Julie leaned over and planted a long, wet kiss on her lips before strutting right out of the kitchen.

Clearly a bit shocked by her sister's brazen display, Angie stood licking her lips, tasting Julie's kiss.

I wasn't about to stick around for the verdict. Grinning guiltily, I quickly dashed into our bathroom.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Come back here!" she called after me, the two of us laughing our asses off as she banged on the locked door. When I finally opened it, she rushed right in. We hugged and kissed, then she said, "Baby, she tasted like you. She didn't really give you a full blowjob, did she?"

"Our Julie, giving out blowjobs? C'mon now," I teased. "She's your sister. You know her better than anyone. She's way too much of a prude to ever do such a thing, right?"

Pausing for a moment, a gleam came to her eyes. "Hmmm, and they're here for an entire week. This could get very interesting, couldn't it?"

"It's all up to you, gorgeous. In case you hadn't noticed, you're the ringleader. We're following your lead here. You're the one setting the boundaries."

"Apparently not," she smiled. "It looks like my sweet, innocent sister might be trying to show us all a thing or two. If she really pushes it, are you ready for her? And what about Matt? You saw how he ran out of here this morning."

Recalling Matt's hasty exit, I couldn't help but laugh. "Yep, and after all his smack-talking, who would've ever guessed that he'd be the one to blink first? I never would have imagined Julie playing this game better than Matt."

Still smiling, Angie nodded. "This is only the second day, too. Before all is said and done, who knows what kinds of crazy things you guys will make us do? All I know is I'm not going to back down. I told him that. I'm definitely not backing down, so you two had better be careful what you ask for."

"What about Julie? Where will she draw the line?" 

"I don't know. How crazy are these commands going to get, anyway?"

"Seriously, I don't know. I have no idea what any of the rest of you wrote, and to be honest, none of my commands are really that bad. I wasn't looking to force anyone into any uncomfortable situations. Most of my stuff is probably about the same as yours."

"I could handle doing anything I wrote," Angie said. 

"Any idea what Julie added?"

"Other than the breakfast in bed one, no, I don't know. We haven't talked about our picks."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens then, won't we?" I said, with a stupid grin.

"Yep. Do me a favor, though. Don't make Julie fall in love with you, okay?"

"Me? What about you and Matt? You two are the ones who have always had an obvious underlying 'thing' going on. You just make sure not to show up Julie so much this week that he'll only have eyes for you."

"I'm not making any promises," she said, slyly. "As long as he doesn't push too hard, neither will I. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough."

"Baby," she asked, becoming serious again, "did you really cum in her mouth? I'm not mad or anything if you did. Seriously, I have no problem with Julie sucking your dick. I certainly don't blame her for wanting to, and I'll never blame you for letting her. I know she wants your cock, so go ahead and enjoy it. Really, I don't mind at all. I just want to know whether she made you cum in her mouth, since she was being so smug about it."

"No, she didn't make me cum in her mouth. She was just messing with you," I answered, grinning over my little half-truth.

"Then why did her kiss taste like cum?"

"How do you know you weren't tasting Matt's cum?" I offered playfully.

"Matt's cum?" she wondered aloud, licking her lips again.

~ ~ ~

Losers do the trick where you flash the pizza delivery guy by 'accidentally' dropping your towels at the door.

After Angie read it aloud, everyone looked straight at Matt. Angie rolled her eyes, and even Julie seemed a bit deflated.

"That's just lame," Angie said. "Besides, I thought we had agreed on no total nudity in public?"

"It's inside the house, not out in public," answered Matt.

"It's still silly," Julie countered, surprising us all. "Like Angie said last night, I would hope we could come up with something more interesting than that. The pizza thing is hardly even scary to me. It's mostly just embarrassing."

"Yeah, that one's stupid. I don't want to do it," added Angie.

"That's fine," I said, "but remember, you're not allowed to say no to any command, not unless you want to grab two more picks. Then you have to do those, one right after the other, no questions asked."

"I'll take that chance," Angie said.

"So will I," seconded Julie, holding her sister's hand in solidarity.

"Fine, then," Matt said. "Pick two more. I thought I was being nice, letting you guys off easy with that one. I hope you pick some really nasty ones this time."

"Are you sure about that?" sassed Angie, pure smugness written all over her face.

"Yes, I'm very sure," he said, sporting a confident grin.

He'd told me that after spending the whole day thinking about his situation with Angie he had decided not to let her have all the fun; he was going to start making her feel uncomfortable, too.

"Okay, here I go..." Angie said, reaching into the cap. She pulled out two slips, handing one to Julie.

Angie read the first one...

Winners take the losers out for Date Night, including dinner and sexy dancing with your teammate's spouse. The ladies will dress to impress, the goal being to make every cock in the club as hard as a rock.

Right away we all smirked at Angie, who grinned, "In keeping with the theme, that just seemed like an obvious one for us to do together. I figured it wouldn't matter who won or lost."

Matt and I gave her a polite round of golf applause, and she graciously bowed.

"I like that one a lot," I said. 

"Definitely," added Matt.

Conspicuous by her silence was Julie, and we all turned to her.

"I've never done anything like that, Matt, and you know it!" she said, punching him in the arm. "This is just Angie's way of trying to show me up. She knows everyone will be totally drooling over her big, gorgeous tits and perfect ass. She's used to looking outrageously hot and giving guys hard-ons wherever she goes. God, she does it every day. She knows I could never be as sexy as her, especially in public."

Julie had tears in her eyes, and suddenly Angie did too. Taking her sister in her arms, she gave her a loving hug. "Julie, I swear I wasn't trying to embarrass you or show you up. I just wanted us all to have a fun, sexy night out together. Please, let me make this work for you."




Sisters Ch. 02



Julie looked dubious. "How are you ever going to manage not to show me up in a club? You're way more sexual than I am and just a million times sexier, period. C'mon, I can't compete with...that!" she said, gesturing with her hands to Angie's devastating curves.

Angie grinned. "Sweetie, that's what you said yesterday too, yet I think we can all agree that you seem to be competing just fine now; maybe even more than just fine, considering what you did to him this morning," she added, making a show of rubbing my cock as she smiled at her sister.

"So my doing it with your husband wasn't enough? Now you want me to 'flash my blonde pussy' to everyone else too?" laughed Julie.

When Matt and I eagerly nodded like idiots, Julie punched us both. "Figures. You two pervs would probably love it," she giggled.

"I know I certainly would," I grinned.

"You always want to see my pussy," smiled Julie affectionately before turning to Matt. "What about you? Would you be okay with your wife showing off her pussy in a crowded dance club?"

"If Angie's doing it too, and all three of us are there to watch over you? Absolutely! Julie, that would be hot as hell!" laughed Matt.

Angie said, "Julie, trust me, I know how to dress sexily, and I know how to dress you sexily too. We'll have you looking so hot that both our husbands and every guy in the place will be dying to fuck you right there on the dance floor. You just have to be willing to let go. For one night, try to enjoy the idea of turning people on. You'll never see any of them again, so go ahead and have fun being a gorgeous, sexy flirt."

Julie looked at Matt. "Are you really okay with this?"

"It doesn't matter whether or not I'm okay with it, does it? Since that's what the slip says, you have to do it," he grinned. "But yes, I'm a lot more than just okay with it. Julie, how long have I been pleading with you to be more exciting...to open up and have more fun?"

"To be more like Angie, you mean," she smiled.

"Okay, yes, that is what I mean. I want you to enjoy being sexy, the same way she does. It's not just her, though. C'mon, Angie's not the only gorgeous knockout who likes to show off her body and have fun flirting. She's hardly the first woman who ever liked to turn men on. We see them every day in L.A., wherever we go. You constantly envy them, and that always pisses me off. Baby, they have nothing on you. You could be hotter than all of them, if only you wanted to be. It isn't only about Angie, and you know it."

"Julie, it's totally harmless. It really is," I added. "You're hot as hell, even if you don't know it. You're insanely beautiful, and you have a perfect body. You can turn on any man, no problem. Girl, the only thing stopping you is you."

"You guys are all saying these things about me, but what about...you know...sex? We're not swingers!"

"Sweetie, neither are we," I said, after we all finished laughing. "It's not as if Angie has sex with everyone who gets turned on by her, you know."

"That's only because she would never have time for anything else," Julie grinned.

Thankfully, she was beginning to lighten back up a bit.

"Seriously, Jules, no," I said. "Angie doesn't fuck strangers."

"I don't," Angie added. "You know that, Julia."

"Yes, I know you don't. Still, as sexy as you are, I bet you want to! God, I know I sure would. If hot guys greeted me with huge hard-ons everywhere I went, the way they do with you, I'd always want them to fuck me."

She gave me a pointed smile, making it clear she was referring to my usual 'greeting' of having a serious erection waiting for her each morning during our breakfasts in bed.

Pretending to mull over Julie's words, Angie said, "Hmmm, when you put it like that, oh wise sister o' mine, I have to admit...you're absolutely right. I often do want them to fuck me. I mean, god, I love their hard cocks, and I love to fuck, so why not? Like you said, a lot of those guys in the clubs are really hot, too. I should let more men fuck me, don't you think?"

Grinning devilishly, she reached down to caress Matt's growing bulge. "What do you say, horny boy? Should I go slip into something nice and sexy for you? We can play 'Seven Minutes of Heaven' in our hallway closet, just like when we were kids. We'll be all by ourselves, fooling around in the pitch-dark, and no one will know what we're doing. You could pull my panties off, the same as you did last night, only this time maybe you'll also take this big, thick cock out and slam it deep inside my pussy. Are you up for it, baby? If I promise to be good, will you fuck my brains out?"

Matt was stunned into silence. He never could tell whether Angie was being serious, especially when the subject was sex. 

For her part, Angie simply maintained her sexy grin while stroking his erection through his cargo pants.

"Ha ha. Very funny," Julie said, rolling her eyes and laughing. "You be nice to him, Angie. You're liable to give him a heart attack with that kind of talk.

"Anyway, I'm just saying, I've never allowed myself to become totally immersed in being sexy, especially where everyone could see me. I've always limited my sex life to when I'm alone with Matt. I don't know how I'd react, or even how he'd react, if I suddenly became this full-on sex goddess in public. All I know is that if I could tell it was working, and every guy who saw me got an enormous hard-on, yes, it would make me super horny. I don't know what I'd actually do about it, but I would definitely want to fuck."

"You've enjoyed this week so far, right?" asked Matt, but only after Angie had stopped rubbing his cock, finishing with a cute little smirk.

"Yes, I really have. It's been amazing fun," said Julie, grinning at the sight of his obvious erection. "Looks like you're enjoying it too, honey. In fact, if Angie's 'Seven Minutes of Heaven' offer still stands, I think you'd be crazy not to take her up on it."

His sheepish smile made Julie laugh.

"Oh, the offer definitely still stands," teased Angie, "but what about the breakfasts in bed? Julie, it's not as if they've been completely sex-free for you. I mean, c'mon, we all know our mornings in bed with each other have already become fairly spicy, even though no one has actually had sex yet."

"Yet?" giggled Julie, amused by Angie's slip-up.

"Yes...yet," smiled Angie. "You know exactly what I mean. So far it's all just been harmless playing yet you've still been flirtier and sexier than you've ever been before, and you've loved it, right?"

"I have, and yes, it's been great. I really do love it..." she said, reaching out to fondle my cock through my pants. "It hasn't only been me, though," she grinned, looking at Matt, then back at Angie. "You guys have done things too."

"Yeah, but we're not talking about us," said Matt, deflecting. "None of us are complaining, and neither were you."

"You're right, I'm not complaining. My massage was awesome, and I've loved my sexy mornings in bed with Dan, just like I'm sure you've loved sharing your bed with my gorgeous baby sister. I think that one turned out to be a great idea, if I do say so myself." Blowing on her curled fingertips, she smugly brushed them on her t-shirt. "No, I'm not complaining at all. I even had a blast during our naked car wash. Seriously, I've loved every second of this flirting game. I was only talking about us having actual sex, especially with strangers."

"Julie," I said, "if it'll make you feel any better, try to remember that it's just me we're talking about here with this 'sexy date night' thing. I promise, I won't fuck you on the dance floor, okay? You have nothing to worry about. You'll be totally safe."

"You? Safe? Riiiiight!" she grinned, playfully squeezing my cock. "Instead of fucking me on the dance floor you'll just fuck me back at the table so you can say, 'See? I didn't break my promise!'"

We all had to laugh at that.

"Look, everyone, I'm sorry for being such an idiot about all of this. I really don't mean to be," she continued. "I told you yesterday that I'm tired of always being the prude, and I don't want you coddling me anymore. If you want us to go out and be total sluts tonight, then that's what we'll do. I'm trusting you guys, okay? Just don't let things get too out of hand."

Angie kissed her sister's shoulder. "That's what I said last night, remember? Julie, we all just want you to have some harmless fun. We're not going to let you get raped, and no one's asking you to blow some stranger behind the bar." Nodding towards me, she continued, "Seriously, we already talked about this. I told him, 'Whatever happens, we have to remember that when this week is over we need to be able to go back to our normal lives, and I don't want any friction between any of us. We've always all been great together, and that's how it's going to stay.' So don't worry, we're not going to be total sluts tonight."

"Hey! I want my money's worth!" protested Matt, always the funny guy.

"Okay, maybe a little slutty, but not total sluts. We'll be fun, playful sluts," smiled Angie.

"You just better make sure that I'm not invisible when I'm standing next to you and that awesome body of yours, you big-breasted slut," Julie giggled, warming at last to the idea.

"No problem, you long-legged slut," laughed Angie. "I'll make sure you look absolutely incredible. Remember, I'll be with Matt tonight. He's easy, so I'll devote all my energies to making certain that you look insanely hot. I'd like to see my hubby squirm in his seat too, for once."

Pausing, she smiled mischievously. "In fact, I think I want to add one extra clause to this agreement. Mmmm-hmmm, this will be perfect. Julie, you have to make some idiot guy cum in his pants on the dance floor tonight...without ever laying a hand on him."

I laughed, "You want her to make me cum in my pants on the dance floor?"

"No, not you, silly. We'll find some other idiot guy," she smiled, playfully sticking her tongue out at me. "It's a dance club. You don't think we're only going to dance with our dates, do you? Nobody does that. We never even do that. You always sit out a few, just so you can watch me dance with other people. You've seen me make men cum in their pants before. Same thing here. I just want Julie to do it this time, that's all."

"And what will you be doing while my wife is making some poor guy blow his load?" smirked Matt, obviously curious as to Angie's ulterior motives.

"Watching, most likely, the same as you two. Who knows, maybe if you're good, and your wife doesn't mind, I'll do the same trick on you," she said, her sweet smile belying the challenge in her eyes.

"You could never get me to blow in my pants without even touching me," Matt said. "No way."

"I agree," added Julie. "He doesn't cum that easily."

Embarrassed, she looked up at us with a start, suddenly aware of what she'd just said.

"Hoooo! It sounds like we have yet another challenge afoot!" I crowed.

"Whatever," Angie said, smiling even more sweetly. "This is about Julie. Matt's a piece of cake."

Grinning smugly, she again stared daggers at him, and he gave her a defiant look in return.

"Hey, like I told you, I'm all in," Julie said. "I'm not going to be a stick in the mud. I'll do what you guys want, and I'll try to have fun with it. Just don't let it go too far, that's all I'm asking."

"No problem, Julie," I said. "Now, what's your second command say?" 

Julie read it once, then a second time, her brow furrowing as she mentally digested it. Finally, she just shook her head before reading it aloud...

The winners get to take pictures of the losers, including sexy pictures, with the winners dressing and positioning the losers however they wish. The losers may also suggest poses and clothing ideas, though the winners have the final say.

"Holy shit," said Matt. "That one sure wasn't mine!"

"Oh, that one was definitely his..." Angie smirked, gesturing in my direction. "He's always wanted to take sexy pictures of me. Now, lo and behold, you two gorgeous models are also here, and hey, look! You even brought a fancy camera!"

"Guilty as charged," I declared. "That was my 'nastiest' one, which I only added after you negotiated your two-out-of-three deal. This is cool. The 'car wash and massage' command was Matt's, the 'breakfast in bed' command was Julie's, the 'date night' command was yours, and the 'sexy photo shoot' command is mine. We all got one."

"You're gonna get one, alright," Angie smiled.

"Actually, sweetie, I think you're far more likely to get one," I grinned, and her smile turned wicked.

I glanced over at Matt, who looked at Angie, then back at me. He was clearly confused. When Angie laughed at his perplexed expression, I said, "It's just Angie being Angie. You better watch your ass, though. I'm pretty sure she's still gunning for you."

"Hmmm," was all he could manage in response.

"Looks like we're going to have one hot evening together, huh? We're talking me being with Dan while Matt gets to play with Angie again, right? Dancing, taking sexy pictures later...all of it?" grinned Julie.

"That's right, babe," Matt said, feigning bravado. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, I'm fine with it. Don't worry about me. With Miss Hot Panties here plotting your imminent destruction, I think you already have more than enough on your plate to worry about."

"Miss Hot Panties?" laughed Angie, and Julie just grinned.

"Julie's right, you know," I said to Matt. "I have it on good authority that Angie doesn't back down from challenges, and a little birdie also told me that you two have a bit of a 'thing' going on again this week. You're swimming in the deep end now, my friend. Blood is in the water, so be careful of the sharks!"

"C'mon..." Angie said, tugging Julie by the arm towards our bedroom. "You guys make the dinner reservations. We're going to go get dressed."

~ ~ ~

An arresting vision of both casual elegance and brazen sex, Angie was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She had her long raven hair piled loosely atop her head, leaving her neck exposed. She'd left a couple of tendrils loose to float down around the sides of her face, framing her luminous eyes and full, pouty mouth. Large hoop earrings and a black silk choker with an oval ruby in the center completed her sexy, exotic look.

Other than for a multitude of funky wrist bangles, her arms and shoulders were bare. Her top was a spaghetti-strapped singlet of ribbed black cotton that exposed an enticing expanse of smooth, braless cleavage, but her stretchy little top wasn't transparent; her nipples were poking through, yet her areolas weren't visible. Her tanned, toned tummy with her slinky belly-chain was bare, though, from just above her belly button down to her bottoms.

It was a simple yet stunning look.

Her bottoms were unusual in their seductiveness. At first glance they were rather modest, showing no skin at all. She was wearing stretch-Lycra tights, also black. They weren't merely tight; they were like a light misting of black paint airbrushed over her supple flesh. They were so thin that her every jiggle was highlighted when she strutted in her matching black heels and ever-present gold chain adorning her bare right ankle.

Walking through the brightly lit kitchen, she gave us an alluring smile when we finally discovered the provocative secret of her outfit.

Grinning over her shoulder, she bent at the waist to fill a glass with ice water from the fridge. As she knew they would, her tights stretched so tautly over her bottom that they became sheer; we could see her entire ass, nearly as if she were naked. She wore no panties, not even a g-string, so her deep channel dividing her tantalizing globes was laid bare, her beautifully formed labia a vivid temptation of pure sex. When she turned and came to us, her stiletto heels clicking across the kitchen tiles in time with each seductive stride, we could clearly see her dark strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Best of all, her tights meticulously described every subtle fold of her rich, succulent pussy, including a very conspicuous and utterly mind-blowing camel toe. 

Spread open, so perfectly on display...fuck, her pussy looked delicious.

The end result was that while only the skin of her arms, shoulders and tummy was showing she was nevertheless a stone-cold knockout.

"Sexy enough, without being so showy as to upstage Julie?" Angie asked, posing before us with her hands on her hips.

Grinning stupidly, I answered, "Damn, baby, just look at you. Seriously, if you're going to make a guy cum in his pants tonight, can I be that guy? Angie, your ass is amazing, and my god, your pussy...incredible. When the light hits you just right, we can see every detail of your beautiful pussy, and it's absolutely mouthwatering."

"I always want my pussy to be absolutely mouthwatering," she said quietly. Tugging on her tights to make her camel toe even more prominent, she traced a scarlet fingertip through her perfectly defined slit. "Especially tonight, since I have a hot date with my sister's horny husband," she purred, teasing us with a spellbinding smile as she caressed her clit.

Matt was mesmerized by the sight of her sexy pussy. "Angie, you wouldn't know how to play fair if fair walked up and crapped on your chest," he finally said - his bizarre ultimate compliment.

Beaming at us, she stepped between his legs and placed his hands on her ass before reaching down to grasp his cock. Stroking him through his pants as he fondled her gorgeous bottom, she said, "Okay, good, you're nice and hard for me, so this outfit works. Now let's greet our delicate flower, who, if I do say so myself, looks absolutely ravishing this evening."

When Julie stepped into the room, our jaws dropped. Angie applauded, and Julie just soaked it in, even as she was quite obviously fighting the urge to cover herself.

"So, boys? What do you think? Will this gorgeous blonde goddess make every cock she finds tonight become as hard as a rock?" Angie grinned, genuinely thrilled for her sister.

"Damn, Julie...you're off to a good start," I said, conspicuously rubbing mine through my pants.

Watching me stroke myself, Julie's sweet, beautiful face lit up with a happy smile. "Mmmm, is that all because of me?"

"You know it is, Julia," Angie said proudly. "Look what you did to him...again."

Thanking her baby sister with a grateful grin, Julie came to me and nudged my hand aside. "Here, let me do it," she smiled. Grasping my cock, she gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You weren't joking, were you? You really do get turned on by the thought of giving men hard-ons," smiled Angie, watching intently as her sister stroked my erection.

"No, I wasn't joking," Julie said. Never looking up, she kept fondling my cock, squeezing and caressing every inch. "Seeing him like this...knowing I did it...it's turning me on like crazy. I told you I would want it."

She had just started back up my shaft after slowly running her hand all the way down my solid length when suddenly with a squeal of delight she fell crashing to the floor. No longer able to sit idly by, Matt had launched himself headfirst into her bare thighs, tackling her to the carpet. Growling like a rabid hyena, he spread her legs before burying his face in her pussy. As he hungrily devoured her, she shrieked with laughter while thrashing about, until finally she managed to slither out from beneath him. Giggling happily, she quickly scrambled to her feet.

Breathlessly panting, her face flushed and filled with joy, she tried to straighten her outfit.

Matt stayed on the floor, fawning at her from beside her hip. More accurately, he was simply taking advantage of the perfect upskirt shot available to him from his convenient vantage point.




Sisters Ch. 02



"Okay, I guess they like it!" giggled Julie to Angie, who nodded sagely. "But you told me there would be no raping," she added, affectionately thunking Matt on the head with a throw pillow.

"Well, there usually isn't," Angie smiled, "but then the men aren't normally as horny as your husband is tonight, and the women are never as insanely fuckable as you are right now." 

"If wanting to be fucked like crazy means I'm fuckable, then yes, I'm insanely fuckable right now. Still, Angie, I don't know. I haven't decided yet whether I actually like wearing this. I have to admit, though, I sure feel...different. I've never felt so exposed in my entire life. This is way worse than that pizza delivery game ever would have been. Then again, as turned on as I am, I guess I should say it's way better."

"You look amazing, Julie. You really do," I said. "You're incredible, so eat it up. Allow yourself to enjoy it. Everyone else who gets to see you tonight certainly will."

Julie was wearing a diaphanous toga, of sorts. It was pure white silk, and amazingly thin. Held together by a single tie over her left shoulder, it allowed both shoulders to remain bare. Her left breast was ostensibly covered yet clearly visible through the sheer silk, including her wildly erect nipple.

Matching the color of her nipples, her pink, puffy areolas were two-inch caps extending high off her breasts. Hers were like a teenager's sweet budding tits, only they weren't the least bit small, easily being full C-cups. Beautifully shaped, with no sag at all, her firm alabaster mounds were absolutely perfect. Even her nipples pointed up properly.

She was definitely the sister of Angie, who had the same breasts, only hers were olive-toned and at least a cup size or two larger.

The top of Julie's toga swooped across her collarbone, over her chest and down to where it draped over her right hip. Depending on how she stood, her right breast was at least partially covered. When she stood straight, her arms at her sides, the toga covered her areola. If she leaned forward at all, her entire breast became exposed.

Except for a wave of silk trailing down her left side, her back was completely bare.

The classic short hemline covered her right ass cheek and nothing more. Her left cheek was exposed for the first few inches; there was a delectable display of smooth thigh, then the subtle swell of her golden bottom. Where it arched up into her pussy the curve was in shadow, but the outer portion remained bare.

Her legs...god, her legs.

Continuing the ethereal goddess theme, she was wearing matching white high-heeled strappy sandals. Though the top of her right thigh was covered, the other was exposed all the way to her obviously bare hip. With the way the wispy silk draped across the tops of her thighs, her pussy was covered only when she stood straight. If she took any sort of large step or made any bending motion whatsoever her sexy little strip of blonde pubic hair came into view, as did her glistening wet pussy lips.

"Try sitting with your legs crossed," Angie instructed. 

Julie sat on a high stool and crossed one knee over the other. 

"Now do the other one. Change legs," Angie said.

There was a definite flash of perfect upper thighs and golden blonde pussy.

Damn.

"Okay, as long as you don't sit with your legs open or spread them a little too far when you cross your thighs, you'll be fine," Angie said.

"What about when she's dancing?" asked Matt.

Angie smiled brightly. "The object is to make every cock in the club as hard as steel, remember? We're trying to make sure nobody upstages her, including me, while also making certain that she's stunningly beautiful. She looks absolutely gorgeous, don't you think? Wouldn't you be immensely proud to be seen with her?"

"Yes, absolutely. Immensely, too," I grinned, and Matt nodded.

Julie came over to me and slid her hand down my pants. "I'll vouch for the 'immensely' part," she giggled, squeezing my cock.

Beaming at her sister, Angie did the same to Matt, and the girls laughed together while stroking our dicks.

"So, guys, she's definitely not going to be invisible standing beside me, right?" teased Angie, squealing with glee when her happy sister reached over to pinch her ass.

"No worries there," I said, smiling warmly at Julie, who gave me a dazzling smile in return.

"Nope. None. You're a total knockout, babe," added Matt.

"See?" Angie grinned. 

Releasing my cock, Julie gave her sister a big hug.

Julie was truly stunning. Between her shimmering silk sheath and long golden ringlets trailing all the way down her bare back, she could have been a Renaissance heroine gracing the cover of a romance novel. Her luscious lips were set off with clear moist gloss while her beautiful deep blue eyes were highlighted by an ice blue frosting. Her slender arms were also bare except for a silver bracelet she wore on her right biceps.

She looked nothing less than a goddess. Our goddess. Everyone's goddess.

The trick was in getting her to feel like one.

~ ~ ~

Dinner was quite pleasant, though mostly uneventful. It was a bit chilly that night, and Julie didn't want to sit half naked in a nice restaurant, so the women wore long overcoats over their sexy outfits.

Once we arrived at the dance club, however, I instructed our dates to leave their coats in the car, telling them it would be plenty warm inside. Besides, there was the valet to consider, particularly in Julie's case. Angie had sat up front with me, and we all watched as Matt helped Julie exit the back seat.

She never stood a chance. As soon as she leaned forward for Matt to take her hand, her toga slipped below her gently swaying breast; then, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, she stepped out of the car, and there for our viewing pleasure was her precious pelt of golden blonde hair shining above her gleaming slit.

She was just achingly beautiful.

Grinning like a bandit, Matt finished helping her from the car before handing her over to me, her date for the evening.

Fully aware of what she was showing the valet, Julie demurely pulled her dress back over her breast. Though she covered the nipple, the pink crescent forming the top half of her areola remained exposed. She made another move to cover it, then changed her mind. Giving me a sly smile, she just let it go.

With the girls snuggling tightly against our sides, we thanked the gawking valet before heading inside. After scoping the place out for a bit, we grabbed a spot only a few feet from the dance floor. It wasn't a booth; it was just four tall stools encircling a small table.

Once we were settled in, a waitress immediately came over to take our drink order. Before she took off, though, she whispered to Julie, "Awesome outfit!"

Julie beamed at Angie, who couldn't hear what the waitress had said yet knew from her sister's reaction that it must have been something good. She gave Julie a thumbs-up, and our giggling blonde goddess happily pulled herself even closer against my side.

A few minutes later we were all laughing and joking when I got up to go find the restroom. On my way back, I saw Julie's long legs and naked hip from across the room. A moving spotlight was shining beneath our table, making for a vivid display of Julie's bare bottom exposed on the wooden seat.

Returning to our table, I saw two guys walking nearby just stop in their tracks. Julie's breast was completely out in the open, the lower slope resting atop her toga; her bright pink and very erect nipple a shining beacon that couldn't be missed. As the jubilant guys simply drank her in, Julie sat laughing with Matt while playing with the little straw in her drink.

"Shall we dance now?" Angie asked us all at once. Rather than wait for an answer, she grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

"Let's just watch them for a bit first," Julie said, again pulling herself close to me.

I think she was mainly hiding.

They were dancing to "Is This Love" by Whitesnake, which is a slow, grinding love song. While Matt had one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, her arms were around his waist. They were moving smoothly together, yet their bodies weren't touching.

After glancing over at us, Angie smiled for Matt. "Relax, baby. I'm not going to bite you."

Draping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself against him as his hands met at the small of her back. "That's better," she said, and again they began to move together.

"Are you proud of your wife tonight?" she asked after a short while, looking up into his eyes, then at Julie, who beamed back at her.

"I can't even begin to describe how proud of her I am tonight," he grinned, also looking over at Julie. "Baby, I still can't believe it. Ever since we've been married I've wanted you to be this way. It's almost a shame that the one time you're doing it is when you're on a date with another man!"

We all laughed, then Angie said, "Sweetie, don't think of it as the 'one time' she's doing it; think of it as the first time. I promise you, she'll do it again. Oh, and if it's any consolation, you're on a date with another woman too, you know. Things could be a lot worse, don't you think?"

Grinning seductively, she began to move her ass, sexily rolling her hips beneath his exploring fingers; her sensual movements were like a magnet, drawing his hands lower and lower.

"There she goes," Julie whispered, watching her sister's amazing ass. "It won't be long now, will it?"

"Nope. Pretty soon here, she's going to begin working him over," I whispered back.

"She's going to make him cum, isn't she?"

"If at all possible, yes. She can't touch him, though, so that'll make it harder."

"He's already harder," she quipped. "Look."

Matt was cupping Angie's bottom, and she was grinding her pussy on his obvious bulge.

With a warm, sexy smile Angie said to him, "Mmmm, this is really nice, dancing so close with you. Why haven't we ever done this before?"

"I don't know, but we're definitely going to do it a lot more, at least if I have any say-so," he grinned, firmly squeezing her ass.

"Mmmm-hmmm...a lot more," she breathed, arching her back for him. "I love having you hold me like this. The way you're touching me, it feels like last night, doesn't it, with your hands exploring my bare bottom."

"Unnnh..." he groaned. Angie had captured the flared tip of his cock between her visibly wet lips and was grinding her hips, milking it. Returning the favor, he pushed his rampant erection into her slit, making them both smile. "Yes...this is a lot like last night," he said, beginning to pant. "Somehow, your ass still feels the same. Your tights are amazing...they're like naked skin. Jesus, I can even feel your warmth."

"I know," she grinned. "This is one of my favorite things to wear for dancing. Even though it covers me, it's as if there's nothing there. It feels like I'm naked to me, too."

"The one difference is that last night you really were naked, so I could feel all the way down through your ass. Massages are awesome," he smiled.

"You could feel me there, yet you stopped. Why didn't you keep going? Seriously, why didn't you slip a finger into my ass, or at least touch my pussy? You know I wanted you to. I was so wet, I could feel it dripping down my thighs. Couldn't you tell by the way I was moving? I was trying to get you to go inside me."

"Angie, I didn't know what to do. Boundaries and all that, you know?"

"Your wife sure didn't seem to mind those boundaries, nor did my husband. He slid his finger all the way inside her pretty little bottom, and she came on his hand when he was fucking her pussy. Didn't you see?"

"No, I didn't. I was too busy looking at you...at your pretty little bottom. I finally had your perfect ass in my hands, and that was all I could think about."

"Don't lie," she laughed. "That wasn't all you were thinking about. You were staring at my pussy, too. I felt you move the towel out of the way, completely uncovering me. You spread me wide open. You were looking deep inside my pussy...and my ass."

"Okay, so you caught me. Busted," he grinned.

"Sweetie, you really didn't need to be so sneaky about it. I was spreading my legs and lifting my ass for you like a bitch in heat. I was trying to make it easy for you," she said, writhing her ass in his hands. "As far as what you did touch, did it at least feel nice?"

"You know it did, Angie. You have amazing skin, and your whole body is just painfully sexy. Your ass is perfect. You know that."

Listening to him, her smoky eyes were mere slits. "Is that all?" she asked teasingly.

"Honestly? No, it isn't. You also had an awesome scent."

"You could smell me?"

"Oh, god yes, I could smell your gorgeous pussy. That's why I wasn't even watching Julie and Dan. Your pussy was just driving me crazy."

"I bet you wanted to touch it...and taste it," she said, smiling softly.

Grinning, he nodded. "My mouth was watering."

Answering him with another sexy grinding of her pussy on his enormous bulge, her hips continued their lethal dance of seduction. "Mmmm, and I bet you were nice and hard for me...the way you are now."

"Yes, I was."

With her arms still draped around his neck, she gazed into his eyes. "You wanted to fuck me."

"You know I did," he said, gripping her dancing bottom.

"Then do it now. Go ahead, slide your hands inside. Really feel me this time. I promise, I won't stop you. Baby, that's what tonight is all about. You can do anything you want to me...anything."

Still staring into his eyes, she reached down to grasp his cock. He gasped, and she gave him a warm, sexy kiss; that kiss was followed by a series of increasingly passionate kisses, which led to a long, scorching make-out session. Holding him by the back of his head with one hand, she stroked and fondled his jutting erection with the other.

When they finally came up for air, she trailed her fingertips all along his solid length and over the bulbous crown, finishing with a provocative squeezing of his balls.

"Anything," she said again with a sultry grin, crossing her arms back around his neck.

"Jesus, Angie..." he moaned, sliding his hands inside her tights; one going straight for her ass, the other diving directly to her pussy.

"Mmmmmm, yes, that's it," she breathed hotly. "Do it, baby. Pull down my tights and fuck me."

He pressed his thumb against her bare asshole, and she arched her back, inviting entry. His middle two fingers were probing her slit, seeking her opening, then they pushed inside and began fucking her.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me," she moaned. "After all this time...so many years...mmmm, you're finally inside my pussy. Take it, baby...fuck me...."

As he drove in and out of her silky depths from the rear, his other hand was stroking her clit from the front. Writhing against both hands, wanting more contact, she pressed her breasts to his chest. When he pinched her hyper-sensitive bud while pumping two fingers deep into her pussy from behind, she came beautifully for him, her thighs trembling in concert with the quaking spasms of her glorious ass. Riding it out, she panted sexily through her long, sensual release.

"Mmmmmm, that was perfect," she purred, smiling contentedly upon her return to earth. "Let me go the other way now. I want to feel you."

Turning to face away from him, she guided his hands to her waist while pressing her ass against his crotch. Leaning back, she crossed her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his ear. "That's what I want, baby. I want to feel your cock in my ass."

When he began to move against her, she moaned, "Yes, just like that. Grind it into me. Imagine that's your bare cock sliding in and out of my naked bottom...then between my thighs...my wet lips kissing every sexy inch of your hot, delicious dick as it slips inside my pussy...."

So, that's what he did; while pulling on her stomach, he drove his erection into her ass.

"God..." Julie whispered, awestruck. Sliding over, she climbed up into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. Once she'd settled in, she began grinding her pussy on me while moaning, "Is she always like this?"

"When she's on a mission, yes, she can be pretty ruthless," I grinned, enjoying the sensation of Julie's warm naked bottom moving against me. "He made her cum, so she's definitely going to make him cum. She's usually not this vocal about everything, though. She's only doing that for you and Matt. Since she has to make him lose it without touching him, she's just being more verbal."

"What about her arms around his neck? Doesn't that count as touching?" she asked, giving me a sexy smile while bouncing on my growing erection.

"Look again," I said. "No arms. She's not touching him at all now. He's touching her, but she's not touching him."

Turning back to them, Julie saw that it was true. Angie had her arms extended in front of her; she was using them for balance while bending forward at the waist to grind her ass against Matt's erection.

Noticing that Julie had left her seat to take up residence bouncing in my lap, Angie looked over her shoulder at Matt. "Your sexy wife is watching us, and she's riding my horny husband. Go ahead, baby, do it. Pull my tights down, then hold me up by my breasts and fuck me with your hard cock."

"Oh my god..." Julie moaned, squeezing my shaft with her naked pussy; she came so hard, I felt it drenching my pants.

With his stunning wife still writhing in my lap, Matt slid his hands up Angie's stomach until he was cupping her breasts through her top. She was clearly becoming impatient; shimmying her hips, she took it upon herself to tug her tights down to her thighs. Using her hands to press her smooth cheeks around his bulge, she squeezed him as he moved against her naked bottom. When he pressed his arrowhead-shaped tip to her tiny star, she moaned, "Oh, god yes, you want to fuck me in the ass? Baby, I love being taken in my ass. Can you see it? Does it look nice and tight for you? Mmmm, I can't wait to feel your long, thick cock pushing all the way inside my hot little hole...."

Matt finally gave up the fight. Shooting off like a Roman candle, just one pulse after another, he soaked his entire crotch.

Leaning back, Angie cupped his face and kissed him on the cheek. "That was wonderful," she said, slipping from his arms. After pulling her tights up, she moved back to our table and took a seat, leaving Matt standing in a daze at the edge of the dance floor. Appearing totally wiped out, he stumbled over to us before plopping himself onto his bar stool.

"Holy fuck," he said, smiling goofily.

Angie gave Julie a smug little smirk. "See? Completely harmless. I always knew he would be easy."

"You are one wicked woman," I said, which she correctly took as a statement of admiration. 

"Come on," she grinned to Julie, grabbing her by the hand. "Let's go to the bar and get some more drinks. We need to show you off now. It's time for my sexy sister to break some hearts."

Matt and I watched as Angie led Julie around the dance floor, until they leaned up against the bar and called to the bartender. 

What an amazing sight that was, those two sisters standing at the bar, each with one leg raised on the low foot railing. Angie's lush, curvy ass was awe-inspiring; so rich and succulent, with a beautifully defined deep split. Julie's gorgeous bottom was a whispered rumor, her nudity revealed ever so temptingly beneath the translucent white silk. Since it was her left leg she'd raised, the majority of that smooth cheek was kissed by the open air.

Handing the girls their drinks, the bartender stood frozen in place as the two sisters leaned into him. Julie's breast was fully exposed again, the fact of which Angie made abundantly clear when she reached over to cup it and jiggle it for his benefit. When he shook his head and laughed, the girls turned to face each other. Julie's toga was hanging quite low, leaving one breast completely uncovered. Seeking assurance, she glanced back to our table; she appeared nervous, certainly, yet clearly thrilled as well.




Sisters Ch. 02



She looked like Grecian antiquity; a fountain goddess offering her bounty to the dancing cherubs below.

The girls laughed and carried on some more, then Angie led Julie out onto the floor where they began dancing wildly together to Eddie Money's "Shakin'," totally apropos of the moment. Angie's arms were high above her head, her hips flying. Unable to resist the temptation, Julie cupped her sister's breasts and started bouncing them around, making both girls laugh like crazy.

Dancing her way behind her sister, Angie began moving her hands up and down Julie's thighs, exposing her bare ass and shining pussy in the glow of the dance floor spotlights. A laughing Julie pulled Angie's hands around her waist, holding her sister close against her back.

Together they moved, crotch to ass, until finally Julie raised her arms above her head, inviting Angie to slide her hands inside the toga. Laughing again as her baby sister attacked her breasts, Julie began grinding sexy ass-circles against Angie's pussy. Angie pulled hard on those gorgeously erect nipples, making Julie gasp, then she dropped quickly to her knees. Lifting the toga, she cupped Julie's golden bottom with both hands and spread it open. Placing her blonde playmate on vivid display, she leaned in and gave her sister's dancing pussy a wet, hungry tongue-lashing before jumping up to gyrate wildly again within the exuberant embrace of our giggling goddess.

Her eyes flashing with desire, Angie draped her arms around Julie's neck, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Grinding against each other as Julie squeezed and fondled Angie's nude-seeming bottom, their fluid movements were sheer erotic poetry.

After allowing her sister an entire song's worth of sexy ass-groping, Angie grabbed the first guy she could reach and pulled him over to Julie's backside. Setting his hands on Julie's hips, she helped them find their rhythm together before dancing her way back to our table.

"Having fun?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"One down, one to go," Angie said, returning my grin.

"Dude, is she...she isn't seriously going to..." stammered Matt, thoroughly tongue-tied.

"Yes, she is," I laughed. "Watch. Julie's going to make this guy cum in his pants without even touching him. I guarantee you that's what they were giggling about together at the bar."

Giving Matt a sexy smile, Angie nodded. "Yep. Your wife is going to be so hot, you won't believe it."

A few feet away, Julie was alone with her guy. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Julia," she said, grinning at us. 

"You look incredible tonight, Julia," he said, moving against her hips.

"I feel incredible tonight," she laughed, pressing her ass against his cock; which, as she pointed out to us with a perfectly smug look, was just as hard as Matt's had been when he dry-humped Angie. Keeping her knees together, she began gyrating her hips in those same gorgeous little ass-circles.

He slid his hand down her thigh, then back up to her bare hip. "What happened to your panties?" he asked bluntly. "Not that I'm complaining," he added, giving her ass a gentle pat.

"We decided it would be sexier to have me go pantiless tonight," Julie said, giggling at us.

"It definitely is, but who's this 'we' you're talking about?" he asked, subtly pulling up the back of her dress to check out her bare ass.

"My sister, mostly. You just met her. She's not wearing any panties either," grinned Julie, and Angie blew her a kiss.

"Her? For real? That amazing brunette who just licked your pussy is your sister?"

"Yep! She's completely crazy, huh? That's my baby sister Angelina, and the blond guy next to her is Dan, her husband. The other guy, the one with his jaw practically hanging down to the floor, that's my husband Matt," Julie said, pointing us out one by one.

We all waved or nodded; in return, he offered a confused smile.

Grinning, Angie said to him, "We're doing Date Night tonight, and you're the lucky guy who just happened to get the first dance with my gorgeous sister."

"What's Date Night?" he asked, leaning into Julie.

Giving him a slinky swish of her hips, she giggled, "I'm on a hot, sexy date with my sister's husband, and she's on one with mine!"

"Seriously? Are you guys swingers? I mean like swapping spouses and having orgies and all that?"

"Yes, no, and not yet," smiled Julie, which made us all laugh.

"Julia, god, then let me fuck you. As sexy as you look, and with the way you're dancing, you have to want to fuck."

She moved against him, wantonly grinding on his dick. "Yes, I do. Wearing this tiny thing, believe me, I'm going crazy. I want a hard cock inside my pussy so badly right now, I can almost taste it. It isn't just that I want to fuck; I need to be fucked. But here? Now? That would be pretty bold of us to have sex right here in front of everybody, including my husband, don't you think?"

Julie had discovered a power she never even knew she possessed. Even better, she was clearly loving it.

"Whatever!" he blurted. "I could take you out to my car, or we could do it in the bathroom. I don't care where we go. Let's just fuck. You're too gorgeous not to!"

Turning sidelong to our table, Julie leaned against her partner to clutch his cock with her ass. Then, grinning at Angie, she flipped her toga up onto her lower back. "I can't touch you, and you can't put your bare cock inside me, but until this song ends you can do anything else you want to me."

Taking that as a green light, he pulled out his erection.

I started to get up, but Angie put her hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Wait. Let her work this guy. She knows what she's doing. Let her first time be a success, with no drama."

I sat back down, watching to make sure the guy didn't try to penetrate her. Matt was also on edge, staring intently, and Angie told him to wait too. 

"Just watch..." she said.

Julie smiled when the guy slipped her strap over her shoulder, causing her toga to fall to her waist. Suddenly she was topless, and with the bottom of her dress pulled above her hips she was for all intents and purposes dancing completely naked. When she felt his bare cock touch her pussy, she looked back over her shoulder. "Remember, you can do anything else, but you can't go inside me. Got it?"

"C'mon, I'm dying here! I swear, it won't even take long. Let me just fuck you for the rest of this one song."

"Sorry, but rules are rules," she said, grinning again when she felt him slide his naked cock through her ass crack, wedging it inside.

"You're the hottest woman I've ever seen," he panted into her ear, reaching around to fondle her bare breasts. 

"And you have a great cock," she said, arching her back while holding her arms high above her head. Pressing her breasts into his hands, she writhed on his dick. "Mmmm, you feel amazing in my ass," she purred, dancing her tight, beautiful bottom up and down his shaft.

She wasn't touching him, and his humping of her ass had become frantic. He was simply mauling her breasts, making her moan. When he slid a hand down to her shining wet slit and started caressing her pussy before slipping two thick fingers inside, she looked back over her shoulder again. "God, I want your cock, not just your fingers," she breathed sultrily. "I want to let you fuck me, but now I need you to cum for me, right here on this dance floor. You know you want to cum on my bare ass, so go for it. Let me feel it, baby. Do it. Cum all over me."

"Arrrggghhhh!!" he groaned, shooting rope after rope of thick cum onto her golden bottom.

Turning to face him, Julie ran her fingertip through a trail of cum on her hip and brought it to his lips. Bewildered, he took it into his mouth, where she held it until he swallowed. Then, as he watched in stunned disbelief, she stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up. Giggling cutely, she used his shirt to clean the rest of the cum from her ass.

"That was a lot," she smiled happily, pulling her top over her shoulder. Once her breasts were somewhat covered again, she shook her hips, enticing the shimmering silk to flow in gentle ripples down her dancing bottom. "Thank you, sweetie. You were great," she grinned, giving him a kiss on the cheek before sashaying back to our table, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor.

We raised our glasses to him, and after nodding his acknowledgment he disappeared into the writhing throngs of people.

Shaking from excitement, Julie exclaimed, "That was awesome!"

Angie gushed, "See? I knew you could do it! You were the hottest one out there by far! Wasn't that a total blast?"

"It was amazing! God, this is the most fun I've ever had dancing! We have to do this more!"

Happily running her hands through her hair, she gave Matt a gorgeous smile. "From now on, I'll be as hot and sexy as you've always wanted me to be. You just watch, baby. You'll see. Whether it's for the two of us going out together or for the horny guys at my work, or even if I'm only picking up a few things from the store, I'm going to start 'dressing to impress' like this every day." She glanced down at her bare breast, which had again escaped her little toga. Leaving it fully exposed, she grinned, "Okay, maybe it won't be quite this revealing every time, but it will always be something really sexy."

"Won't the guys at your work just love that!" laughed Angie.

Grinning, Matt nodded. "They'll totally freak, and so will all our friends. Jesus, baby, it'll be awesome. You are just going to be constantly turned on."

Julie smiled as she reached over to rub his cock. "Oh, absolutely. I'll be ungodly horny, and you better be ready for it. Which reminds me, there will be no more staying home for us every night. When the weekend comes, that's our time to play. If I'm going to show off my body and flirt the way Angie does, then Friday nights and maybe even Saturday nights too are for taking me out dancing!"

"You'll definitely hear no arguments from me. Hey, what are you doing? Don't stop!" said Matt when Julie pulled her hand away, making us all laugh.

Julie giggled, "By the way, Angie, did that one count? You said we had to make them cum in their pants, but my guy took it out of his pants!"

Laughing softly, Angie gave her a loving hug. "Baby, seeing as how it was your first time, I think we'll go ahead and let that one slide." Lingering in their sweet embrace, she affectionately caressed her sister's bare back all the way down to her naked bottom. "Besides, you didn't take it out. He did that entirely on his own. You never touched him, yet you made him cum. That one definitely counts."

"Mmmm, your hands feel so good. I love your touch," Julie purred, painting fingertip circles of her own on Angie's bare shoulders.

"It feels good to me, too. Your skin is so perfectly smooth and sexy. I just love you in this dress," Angie said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "You do need to be a little careful, though. When you're naked like this, wearing a really short skirt with no panties, you don't want guys rubbing their bare cocks against your pussy...unless that is what you want, then go for it!" she grinned, playfully tickling her sister's ass.

Julie nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, without a doubt. If that's the way men are always going to respond to seeing my pussy, I'll never wear panties again. Girl, you are definitely taking me shopping tomorrow for some sexy mini-dresses and a whole closet full of the tiniest skirts imaginable. I'm talking the shorter the better. God, just look how horny our husbands have been for me tonight, and now that guy too.

"Speaking of which, I still haven't danced with my date. My wicked little slut of a baby sister got to dance with my husband - if the two of you basically having sex can be called 'dancing' - and I made a guy cum, but I haven't gotten to dance yet with your husband. C'mon..." she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the dance floor.

"I guess I'm going dancing," I said to Angie, with a dopey grin.

"It'll do you some good. You could use a little loosening up there yourself," she laughed.

Julie led me to a quiet nook, where she crossed her arms around my neck. After slipping mine down to encircle her tiny waist, we settled into a nice slow groove, until finally I said, "Julie, you really do look absolutely incredible tonight. You're every man's fantasy of the perfect California blonde."

Gazing up at me, her dreamy expression melted into a warm, sweet smile. "Thank you, and I really mean it. Thank you so much. You don't know how exciting all this has been for me. You're with Angie every day, so you probably can't even imagine. I swear, I never would have believed any of this. Okay, maybe the massage. That was incredible, but at least it was only the four of us. I can sort of see how I might let something like that happen. This, though? Shy, conservative Julie, wearing this dress in public? No way. Dan, people have seen my pussy tonight, and I was just dancing topless with a total stranger. I let him fondle my breasts and finger my pussy. I even let him put his bare cock in my ass. My god, I almost had sex with him."

"I know. I saw everything. You were amazing."

"He kept asking if he could fuck me! Just like that. 'Can I fuck you, Julia?' He really wanted to fuck me, right there on the dance floor. He was going to do it, too."

"Did you want to?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Since we were only playing a game, the thought really never crossed my mind. I knew the rules, so I didn't even think about it. I was on autopilot, just playing the role. You heard me tell him that I wanted him to fuck me, but that was only to help make him cum."

"Okay, but now that you're somewhat removed from the situation, what do you think?"

"Would I have liked for him to fuck me? I was certainly more than horny enough, so yeah, maybe. Oh, c'mon, who am I kidding? Of course I wanted him to fuck me. It would have felt incredible to let a total stranger fuck me on a crowded dance floor. The thing is, it wasn't about having sex there, so I really didn't feel that kind of horny. I was more excited and nervous, like I was on stage in a play and didn't want to mess up my lines."

She pressed her pussy against me before reaching down to squeeze my growing cock. "Mmmm, now I am feeling that kind of horny. I want you to fuck me," she said, her eyes smoldering.

Grinning, I took her ass in my hands. "How do you feel now though, overall? Are you glad we're playing this game, or are you really just going along with it to keep everyone off your back about being a prude?"

"Ooooh, you are such a tease. God, I can't wait to get you in bed tomorrow morning," she smiled, releasing my shaft to cross her hands back around my neck. "At first, yes, I just didn't want to be the wet blanket to everyone's fun. I know how Angie is, and I know how you are, obviously."

I immediately halted my caressing explorations of her sexy bottom. With another guilty grin, I returned my hands to her lower back.

"No, Dan, I didn't mean it like that. I want you to keep touching me. Please, put your hands back where they belong," she said, sultrily breathing it in my ear. When I returned my fingertips to her supple bare globes, her ass did a happy dance. "There, that's better. Now don't stop," she smiled, after I gave her a few firm squeezes. "Anyway, I just meant that I know how you and Angie are, and believe me, I'm not complaining. I love the way you're always so sexual, and I would never want you to change. I also know how badly Matt wants me to be more like Angie. He says it's not about her, but I'm not stupid. Of course it's about her; she's the most obvious comparison. It's a weird thing, too, with us. She's my baby sister, yet I've always looked up to her. She's the smart one. She's the hot, exotic-looking one with the big, full lips and that comic book body. She's the one with the great job. She's the adventurous one who does whatever she wants and always gets away with it."

As we moved together in our quiet little alcove, Julie was grinding her pussy against me while I continued to explore her naked bottom. After a few long moments of seductive silence, I looked deep into her eyes. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

"Me? C'mon, you know I've always just been the older one...the blonde one. She's always the 'better' one. She always leads, and I always follow. I'm tired of that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not tired of her; it's not her fault. I'm sick of myself for always being so weak and passive. I hated how you all tried to coddle me when I wanted to wimp out on this game. I don't want to be that person anymore.

"The point being, no, I'm not doing this just to make you guys happy. It might have started out that way, but now I'm doing this for me. I'm having an absolute blast learning how fun it is to let go and enjoy feeling sexy. I never want to go back to being the old Julie."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I said, letting the side of my hand linger in her warm divide. "I know Matt is totally on board with this, so I doubt you'll ever get any flak from him about it.

"The one thing I would tell you, though, is to try to keep your head on straight. I know it will be difficult at first since you're new to it, but the main thing is not to abuse this new toy you have. Don't use it to hurt people. Also, don't use it as a weapon against Matt. If you do - if you use it as a reward and punishment thing - he'll soon grow to resent it. Just enjoy it, I guess is what I'm saying. Enjoy those moments when you can make yourself and others happy simply by sharing your beauty. That's a tremendous gift."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful in this dress, and not just slutty-looking?" she asked, staring up hopefully into my eyes.

"You're both, and the best kind of both. You're breathtakingly beautiful; even you must realize that now. Yes, you also look spectacularly slutty in that dress, especially when your breast comes out, but it's such an unusual look that you really don't seem slutty, at least not in the way we normally think of it. You're just incredibly desirable and other-worldly sexy. You're like a vision of feminine beauty; it's as if you aren't real."

"That's always the effect Angie has," Julie said, sighing wistfully. "I've seen her do it to people my whole life. I want that."

"You have it, Julie; you always have. You've just kept it hidden away. If you want to enjoy it, simply let it out."

"I will. You just watch. I swear, you don't know how much this means to me, what you and Angie have given me this week. This is the Julie I've always wanted to be.

"Oh, and what's all this about taking sexy pictures of us later, hmmmmm? Are you sure you two aren't swingers? I have to say, I'm beginning to wonder. In fact, I think you're both nothing but a couple of horny little devils."

Giving me a dazzling smile, she added, "Again, not that I'm complaining."

She was loose and relaxed in my arms, seemingly without a care in the world, including the fact that her bare breast was exposed again, just begging to be kissed as we swayed back and forth to the music.

"You really love seeing them, don't you?" she smiled, noticing where my attention had strayed. 

"Yes," was all I could say, staring like a lummox at her gorgeous nipple.

"Why? What's the big deal? You've seen a million breasts before, and Angie's are so much better than mine."

"Julie, your breasts are beautiful. They're every bit as perfect as Angie's. They're just as flawless, and they fit your body the same way Angie's fit hers. Believe me, most breasts are nowhere near as gorgeous as yours. You truly have a world-class body, including your stunning breasts."

Grinning, she glanced down at her exposure. "So will you be taking pictures of them? Are they part of your master plan?"




Sisters Ch. 02



"Honestly, I hadn't gotten that far. I guess my fuzzy idea was just to see how everything flows, then we'll go with whatever the mood dictates. I'm fine with anything you want to do."

"Well, I hope you do take pictures of them."

"You do?" 

"Yes. I want you to take pictures of my breasts, and of my whole body. I hope you make me look beautiful, so I'll have a wonderful record of this night."

"Count on it. With subjects like you and Angie, I can't help but produce beautiful pictures."

"Okay then, let's get out of here. I'm totally turned on right now, so this is the perfect time to do it. Let's go take some sexy pictures," she said, tugging on my hand.

Heading off in search of Angie and Matt, we found them right where we'd left them, talking quietly together at our table.

"Hey, you two, it seems our hot blonde here wants us to head back to the ranch," I grinned.

"Yeah, let's go," smiled Julie, lifting her dress to press her bare bottom against me. "We still have one more command to fulfill tonight, remember?"

Hoping to get a rise out of her sister, Angie said, "Ah yes, hubby's sordid pictures. How could we ever forget? Honey, do we need to drag out the whips and ball gags again?"

Julie didn't even blink. She just kept smiling while grinding her ass in sexy circles on my obvious erection.

Angie laughed, "Hello? Is anyone home?" Snapping her fingers in Julie's face, she turned to me with an incredulous look. "She's like a happy zombie now. What did you do to her?"

"Don't blame him. It was mostly you, beautiful girl, and thank you," Julie said, pulling her close for a grateful hug.

Angie gave her sister a tender kiss before silently mouthing to me, "What's gotten into her?"

With a proud smile I made a motion of taking a picture.

Pressing her lips to Julie's shining blonde hair, Angie subtly nodded her understanding. Returning my smile, her eyes fairly sparkled with mischief.

~ ~ ~

"Okay, here we are," Matt said, as we all stood before the glowing fire Angie had started in our red brick fireplace. "So how are we going to do this?" he asked, the excitement in his voice evident amid the comforting sounds of the flames beginning to crackle and pop.

"You and I are going to take pictures of our dates, together with us and individually. We'll also take some shots of the sisters with each other. You're going to shoot the ones of Julie and me, and I'll do a bunch of you and Angie together."

"And just what will we be doing in these pictures?" grinned Angie, asking the one question that was obviously on everyone's mind.

"Whatever moves me," I answered. "You girls are my muses, and we'll take it from there."

"Moves you, or moves this?" she smiled, palming my crotch.

"Right!" I said, and everyone laughed. "So who wants to go first?"

"Since this game is yours, I think someone other than you should go first. That way we can all get an idea of what we'll be shooting here," Angie said.

"Okay then, you and Matt, let's start by taking some basic prom-type pictures with you two; you know, the formal kind. It'll be a nice commemorative of the evening," I said.

After positioning them in the center of room, I had them strike a formal pose. They smiled for the camera, and just as I took the picture Angie stuck her tongue out. "There," she said. "The perfect shot to commemorate such a goofy idea. Prom pictures? Really? When did I marry Orville Reddenbacher?"

Julie laughed and said, "She's right. Matt, stand directly behind Angie, like when you were dancing with her."

"You mean when he was humping me like a dog," Angie smirked, which earned her a pinch in the ass from Matt.

"Yes, exactly, when he was humping you like a dog," grinned Julie, quickly getting into the spirit of things.

"Okay, like this?" asked Matt, placing his hands on her hips. 

When Angie crossed her arms behind their heads, I took the picture.

~click~ 

"That was good," I said. "More."

She turned her head and kissed him on the lips.

~click~

He slid his hands onto her bare stomach. 

~click~

He moved his hands up to her breasts. Grinning, she cupped her hands over his, making him squeeze her tits. Moaning softly, she went back to kissing him.

~click~

She turned to face him, again slipping her arms around his neck. When he set his hands on her lower back, she pressed her hips to his crotch, grinding him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, and they began seriously making out.

~click~

"Having fun, sweetie?" Julie asked Matt, more a statement than a question. She was grinning at the sight of her sister devouring him.

Never breaking their kiss, Matt nodded enthusiastically while slipping his hands inside Angie's tights to cup her bare ass, pulling the tights down a bit in the process.

They both moaned when he began squeezing her naked bottom.

~click~

"Okay," I said, "that's good for a start. Let's switch places now. Take some shots of Julie and me together."

I handed the camera to Matt, who handed it straight to Angie. Explaining that he wanted to go change his clothes, he headed off to the bedroom.

"Okay," Angie said, "let's try this...." She went to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a small bunch of grapes. With a cute leer she told me to go sit in our lounger chair. "Just lean back. Julie, stretch out sideways across his lap. One at a time, feed him grapes."

"Because of the toga? The whole Greek goddess thing?" I asked.

"Yes, the toga," she smiled. "It fits."

Julie sat across my lap, lowering her bare ass directly onto my crotch. Grinning, she began moving on my growing erection. "I've been naked all night, waiting for it...wanting to feel your cock pressing into me. All I've gotten was a little bit of lap-time at the table in the club, and some sexy dancing. I've been dying for it ever since you fucked my baby sister right in front of me this morning. I think it's about time we fixed that."

~click~

Wriggling against me, I felt her moist heat through my pants.

"I told you I was super horny. It feels like you are, too," she added, grinding in my lap.

~click~

She held a grape up high, as if she was going to drop it into my mouth.

~click~

"You look incredible, Julie," said Angie. "Okay, lean back across his lap. This time, Dan, you feed her the grapes."

As Julie stretched out, I leaned over to give her a grape. Her toga was pulled below her breast and one of her feet was on the floor, leaving her legs spread with her bare pussy exposed to my appreciative gaze.

~click~

Julie took a glance between her legs before looking up at me. "Do you like my pussy?" she smiled, and we both knew it was a rhetorical question.

~click~

"Okay, share a grape now, mouth to mouth," Angie called out.

Placing one between my teeth, I leaned down and kissed Julie, our lips pursing the grape. When my hand went to her bare breast, she arched her back.

"Yes, touch me," she moaned, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

~click~

"That's awesome. Okay, take the grapes and squeeze them over her naked breast, then lick the juice," Angie said at last, after we'd made out for a solid minute.

Julie smiled at her sister, and Angie grinned right back.

I squeezed a few grapes over Julie's breast, making her giggle, then I leaned down to lick her nipple but the angle was all wrong.

"Okay, Julie, lie facing him on your side," said Angie. "Take his hand and position it on your ass, over your hip. With your other hand, hold his head to your breast."

Julie cupped my hand over her bare bottom while pushing her wet, juicy nipple into my mouth. Gasping when I took the whole areola inside, she pressed harder against my lips. As I hungrily sucked her breast, she hissed, "You're driving me insane."

~click~

"Again," Angie said, "only this time go ahead and pull her dress all the way up in the back. Also, I want you to lick between her tits so I can get a shot of the juice shining on her bare breast."

I lifted her dress and slid my hand into the crack of her ass. With a hot moan she arched her back, raising her chest to my lips. Grinning, I hovered my mouth between her breasts.

"Swear to god, you had better fuck me tonight," she whispered.

~click~

"I heard that, you little slut," giggled Angelina. "Okay, this time sit up and face him, straddling him with your knees. Pull down your strap, then put your arms around his head."

Julie positioned herself on my lap, and my hands went straight to her bare ass, one on each cheek spreading her wide open.

Trembling, she pressed her breast back into my mouth.

"Oh my god, that's so gorgeous," Angie said. "Hold that pose."

"You're going to make me cum," Julie said, staring into my eyes.

~click~

"Julie, your ass looks absolutely incredible, arched and spread open like that. Give me some more. Just go with it," Angie said.

Moaning hotly, Julie began grinding her pussy on my bulging cock. Leaning in to kiss me again, she breathed into my mouth, "I wish it had been you with me on that dance floor tonight. I would have let you fuck my brains out."

~click~

"Julie, I promise we'll all go dancing again this week, and you two can fuck as much as you want," said Angie. "Dan, move your hands up to her hips. Julie, arch your back a little more."

Julie was fucking me through my pants, and we were making out like crazy.

~click~

"Jules, you won't believe how amazing your pussy looks in that one. It's spread wide open, and your perfect asshole is right there...so pink and pretty. You have such a beautiful ass."

Sinking her nipple into my mouth, Julie moaned, "You're taking pictures of my wet pussy...and my asshole. Oh god, please, suck me...keep sucking me! Mmmmmm, I'm...cumming!"

Her whole body shook, and her pussy drenched my pants again.

~click~

"Wow," said Matt, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatshorts. "Jesus, look at that," he added, watching his wife's gorgeous ass twitch and spasm.

"Okay, let's switch," I said. 

Julie was still shaking as she slid off my lap to let me up. 

"So did you two enjoy that?" Angie asked happily, reaching down to stroke the crazy erection showing through my slacks. Julie did the same, smiling to her sister when their hands met at the head.

"Hmmm, I wonder why my husband's hard cock is so wet right here?" grinned Angie.

"Oh, I guess you could say I had a little bit of an accident on your husband's hard cock. I'm really sorry about that. Do you think you can forgive me?" giggled Julie.

Angie and I laughed, but Julie just took her by the hand and brought her to the rug in front of the fireplace. "Angie, lie down on your back. Matt, give her a massage like last night, only this time massage her front. I want to see her face as you touch her."

When Angie shot her scheming sister a suspicious grin, Julie responded with an oh-so-innocent smile.

Moving onto the floor, Angie stretched out and arched her back, raising her arms above her head. When she was all set, she gave us a sexy smile.

"Ready when you are."

Kneeling beside her, Matt began to caress her face, and she nuzzled his fingertips.

~click~

"Angie," Julie said, now directing everything, "pull your top up a little to show off more of your sexy stomach. Matt, run your hands over her tummy, then down towards her tights."

Leaning over Angie's upper body, Matt started swirling his hands down her torso just as Julie had instructed.

With a mischievous grin, Angie reached above her head in search of his bare thighs. He scooted closer to make it easier for her while continuing to stroke lazy circles over her stomach.

~click~

His cock had thickened, and he clearly wasn't wearing any underwear.

Angie immediately noticed his bobbing crown peeking out from the leg hole of his shorts. Biting her lip in anticipation, she slid her hands up his thighs and pulled the hardening shaft free; when Matt slipped his hands inside her stretchy tights, she fed his cock into her mouth.

~click~

As his fingertips slid through her small strip of pubic hair, she sucked harder on his cockhead. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, pressing forward.

"Oh my god, that's amazing," Julie said, finally noticing that Angie was sucking the tip of Matt's erection. "Matt, move closer. Angie, pull his shorts up higher."

They both did as Julie instructed, the natural result being that another few inches of cock slid into Angie's mouth; with her head turned sideways, it was bulging her cheek.

~click~

"Okay, Angie, I want you to do something similar to what I just did," Julie said. "I want you to give Matt a sexy lap-dance."

Reluctantly pulling away following one last slurp, Angie grinned, "If I'm going to dance for you guys, can we at least put on some music?"

While I went to go turn on the stereo, Julie instructed Matt to sit in a chair she'd moved to the center of the living room.

When "Panama" from Van Halen came on, Angie began moving her hips and swinging her breasts in rhythm with the music. Dancing directly in front of Matt, she shook her ass in his face, until finally he reached out and grabbed it with both hands.

She playfully slapped away his greedy mitts. "Uh-uh, naughty boy. Hands to yourself, otherwise the bouncer will have to escort you from the premises."

"Angie, run your hands up your top, like you're getting ready to take it off," Julie said.

"Like I'm getting ready to, huh?" laughed Angie. 

Grinning, Julie just nodded.

Angie said, "If you insist...."

Her crisscrossing hands went to the lower hem of her top and began slowly pulling...higher...higher...higher....

~click~

"Perfect," Julie said. 

When Angie saw the beginning curves of her tanned breasts come into view, she paused to look at her sister.

"Perfect," Julie said again. "Keep going. Do something sexy with those amazing nipples."

Angie pulled her top all the way up, baring her breasts to Julie and me but not to Matt, who at least had an incredible view of her naked back and gyrating ass. She teased her nipples for us, making them fully erect; doing circle-caresses with her palms over her inviting tips, she moaned softly.

~click~

"Now sit on his lap, facing us," Julie said, thoroughly enthralled as she watched Angie lower her dancing bottom directly onto his enormous bulge. "Good. Go ahead and grind on him, and keep touching your tits."

Matt was doing everything he could to drive his dick into Angie's pussy. She had become very wet, which was plainly evident through her sheer tights, and her bared nipples were wildly erect. Closing her eyes, she tugged on her succulent little turrets while her hips and pussy sought the best position for his cock.

~click~

"Okay, turn and face him now, and put your arms around his head," Julie said.

Peeling off her top, Angie pulled it over her head before tossing it away. When she turned to face Matt, his look of astonishment made her smile. "Enjoying the view?" she teased. "You've been wanting my naked breasts forever, haven't you?"

"Fuck yes," he groaned.

"Here they are, baby," she said, climbing back into his lap. She began grinding her hips again, and Matt was obviously aching for her. He wanted to feel her bare breasts. He wanted to guide her hips. 

He just wanted to touch her.

When he started to bring his hands up, a grinning Angie made another move to stop him, until Julie said, "It's okay, let him touch you. Matt, slide your hands inside her tights. Pull them all the way down. Angie, arch your back. I want you to tease his face with those awesome tits."

Matt did as he was told, and Angie's incredible ass came into view; right away his hands became frantic in their desperation to experience every supple inch of her perfect bottom. He wanted her ass so badly, it was almost funny to watch.

Thoroughly enjoying his frenzied attack, Angie laughed while caressing her nipples across his face. He nipped at her swaying breasts, trying to capture those bedeviling tips, until finally she stopped teasing him and gently lowered one of her soft treasures into his welcoming mouth.

They both moaned when he sucked her areola, then he began laving each erect bud with long, hungry strokes.

~click~

"Excellent," Julie said. "Matt, pull her tights a little lower."

He tugged down on them, but they wouldn't budge. "I can't. She's sitting on 'em."

Sighing theatrically, Angie stood and playfully waved her ass in his face. After kicking off her heels, she peeled down her tights and sexily stepped out of each leg.

My god. Except for her jewelry she was completely, gloriously nude.

Holding her arms above her head, she posed for us, cocking her hips one way, swaying them another...back and forth...her posing becoming a provocative dance...

...Salome absent her veils.

Giving us an incendiary smile, she spread her legs.

I think we all moaned.

~click~

Grinning over her shoulder, she returned Matt's hands to her ass while dancing her beguiling bottom right back in his face.

"Oh...fuck," he said. Spreading her open, he slowly drew his mouth through her deep split before burying his tongue in her glistening sex.

"Yessss...take me," she hissed. Arching her back, she bent at the waist and spread her legs wide, her expression one of sheer bliss.

~click~ 

"Awesome," Julie said, snapping off a shot of her sister's firm breasts wobbling enticingly.

While Matt was slurping away at Angie's pussy, she was grinding her ass in elegant figure-eights. "Oh, Julie," she moaned, "your husband is eating my pussy...mmmm, god, he's pushing his finger into my ass...."

Julie moved to where she could see her husband's face happily buried in her sister's beautiful divide. "Jesus, Angie, you have the sexiest pussy ever," she breathed, excitedly clicking away. "No wonder every cock always gets hard for you."

Angie was moaning, quickly building towards her climax, when Julie suddenly stopped them. "Okay, Angie, get down on your hands and knees between Matt's legs. I want to get some simulated blowjob shots."

"Simulated? And just how do you propose to do that?" laughed Angie, turning and going to her knees between Matt's legs.

"Baby, take off your shorts," Julie said.

Hesitating, Matt looked at her.

"I know. Just do it," she grinned.

Clearly more than a little shocked by everything his normally shy, reserved wife was doing, Matt nevertheless took off his shorts. He was fully hard, his towering erection standing straight and tall against his stomach.

"Angie, now raise your ass way up high. Pretend like you're sucking his cock," giggled Julie.

"Pretend, how?" laughed Angie again. 

"Just bring your lips really close to the head, like you're about to put it in your mouth," Julie said.

"Like this?" grinned Angie, stroking his cock a few times before guiding it to her open mouth. Spotting a pearl of pooling pre-cum, she pressed her tongue to his drooling slit. When she pulled back, there was a gossamer thread stretching from his tip to her lower lip.

~click~

"Wow...that's perfect. You're amazing, Angie," Julie said. "Okay, now pretend like you're taking him into your mouth."

Angie gave her that same bemused look.

Julie grinned, "Just do it. I don't care how."

Returning her sister's grin, Angie brought her lips to Matt's dick and took about half of it inside. "Loik thish?" she asked, her words a thick jumble with her mouth full of cock.

~click~

"Exactly," said Julie. "Keep going."

"My pleasure," Angie smiled, briefly pulling back to swirl her tongue over his large crown. Then, inch by agonizing inch, she slowly fed his entire length past her cherry lips, deep into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, her bottom lip pressed to his scrotum, she took a moment to savor him before she began moving her head up and down. Using one hand to pump his shaft while the other gently squeezed his balls, she moaned in hunger as she eagerly sucked Matt's cock.




Sisters Ch. 02



Carl stopped after she was finished. He had plans and was ready to lose control yet so he pulled out of her. Quickly and with practiced ease, he released Rebekah. Glancing at her sister, he grabbed Stacy's shorts and pulled them off with steady hands. He smiled at her shock and shook his head as he grabbed one leg and tied it down and then the other. She only started to struggle against him when he unhandcuffed her and tried to tie her arms down but it was no use; he was so much stronger than her and very very practiced at this part of the game.

Stacy was a little scared but to excited to really stop him from doing what he wanted. The way he was handling her was so stern, controlling yet tender at the same time and she didn't really want to stop him. As when he was finished, she watched them kiss and wished it was her. Stacy wanted the attention that her sister was getting and wanted to cum. He had stopped her just before her orgasm and it was driving her crazy. She couldn't touch him or herself. She had never felt so helpless in her life and that made her even hornier.

Carl watched her squirm in desire or fear he wasn't sure which but was betting it was the former. He looked at his girl and then at her sister and raised an eyebrow. She shook her head and he shrugged. He started kiss her inner thigh and working his way up he paused before getting to her pussy.

"Carl, stop, don't do this... you are my sister's boyfriend. It's wrong," Stacy stuttered out.

"Oh no I can't you were so naughty listening to us and then touching yourself. I have to punish you," He said looking at her.

"Please don't," she begged.

"Okay, I won't kiss you or touch you or fuck you if you really don't want me to but you have to make me believe you don't want it."

She looked at him, saw the intensity of his gaze and the words wouldn't come out. Stacy wanted him to touch her and kiss her and fuck her; she could say nothing.

Carl took that to mean she was willing and kissed her softly on the lips; running his fingers through her hair. He teased her pussy with the head of his cock, not going in just rubbing it along her lips and clit. As she moaned he looked at her sister who was busy playing with herself watching the scene unfold before her. Carl motioned her closer as he pushed his head inside her, just a bit and pulled back out.

Rebekah moved closer, not sure what he wanted and when he grabbed her hand she went reluctantly but intrigued by what he was planning. Her hand was set on her sister's clit but she remained motionless, not sure she wanted it to go this far but her desire for a girl had gone unsatisfied as of yet. She stared at her sister's pussy as he began to slide his cock deeper into her and then back out. It was so hot and without really thinking she starting stroking her sister's clit. Stacy moaned in response, encouraging her. She lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Surprised as she felt the other girls hand slide between her legs and play with her pussy. Fingers slide deep inside her wet dripping cunt and she humped what was inside her.

Stacy tried to move and get to anyone that was touching her. She barely could reach her sister's pussy. She wanted to kiss Carl and slide her tongue into his mouth and taste her sister's cum on his lips. The young woman was lost in the sensations and the lust that was rushing through her body. She wanted more but couldn't get it. Her sister's mouth on her nipple and his cock inside, coupled with her helplessness she couldn't help but cum. 

They both felt her orgasm and it pushed Rebekah over the edge again, cumming just a second behind her little sister. She collapsed back against the bed, to rubbery to keep upright. 

Carl continued to pound Stacy into the bed driving deeper and deeper into her as she came. Caught up in the entire situation he was beyond on thought or self control, having witnessed two women cum for him. Leaning down he kissed her passionately, biting her lip as he did, his motion never stopping or slowing. 

"I am going to cum inside you and make you my new little cum slut," He whispered in her ear as he fucked her.

"Oh yes please cum inside me and I want it ... make me your dirty slut like my sister is," she cried out as she matched his thrusts with her hips.

That was all it took; he didn't cum inside her but pulled out, and came all over her stomach and chest spurting big globs of cum all over her skin. The feel of it and the intensity of his stare set her off again she shuddered as another orgasm rippled through her. 

"Little one, your sister is all messy... be a good girl and clean her up," Carl said, looking Rebekah.

She stared at him a moment and quickly lapped his cum off her little sister. It was so wrong but tasted so good and she took her time and savored every last drop she could find. She sucked it into her mouth and slid it around with her tongue. She tasted her sister's perfume and sweat mixed in with her master's cum and it was tasty. She leaning over and kissed her sister; sharing some of the load in her mouth. Stacy was shocked but still too dazed to resist and took it in her mouth. The sisters enjoyed each other's taste and Carl's salty cum in that kiss.

His hand stroked her hair as she finished and she looked up at him with lust in her eyes.

"Carl please fuck me again, I need it .... please?"

"I can't baby, I gotta go... your family will be back soon and you got to clean this up."

"I don't care I need it."

"Well I do and I said no. So be a good girl and get ready for your family to get home. I will come by tomorrow and we will have this weekend if you can, baby," He said sternly.

"I can and I will. Sorry sir, I forgot myself."

"Good girl," he said as he kissed her.

Stacy wasn't sure what was going on any more but her arms and legs where freed. She glanced around and staggered to her feet. Hands grabbed her and turned her around and Carl kissed her again.

"If you want to play again, just let me know," Carl whispered to her.

She just nodded and staggered out of the room. She felt her sister's eyes on her as she left and it turned her on again. Maybe she would join them this weekend.

Carl and Rebekah kissed and teased each other before he left her. She wondered what would happen this weekend. All she knew was that the play had become much more interesting.



Sisters Ch. 02



 (please read SISTERS: CHAPTER ONE first)



'Isn't that Natalie over there mate?' asked Leon, one of my team-mates from my earlier football match.

There was a group of 6 of us in the local pub, a bit of an old-man's place but they served decent beer at cheap prices - a good place to start a heavy night of drinking. We had just started our second pint when Leon made his observation. I looked over to where he had indicated with a small nod of the head, and there stood 3 girls, waiting to be served. They were far too over-dressed for the place we were in - they were all wearing dresses, low cut at the front, short skirts and heels. Every guy in the place was staring, including us. 

I couldn't quite make out if it was Natalie or not, the other two girls we standing in the way of me getting a decent look at her face. Not that I minded too much, the two that I could see were very attractive. One had long blonde hair and a great firm ass, the other a girl who clearly had Latin heritage somewhere down the line - she had great curves, olive skin and cleavage you could get lost in. Eventually they had been served their drinks and turned to head to a table. That's when I first got a copy glimpse of the third girl, and yes, it WAS Natalie. She looked fantastic - I recognised the dress straight away as it was one of Sinead's. Natalie had obviously borrowed it and I would go so far as to say it was slightly too small in the chest area for her. For once, I could actually see her boobs and they were spilling out over the top of her black dress, which consisted of a corset-type top attached to a tight mini-skirt. Her legs were tanned and her calf muscles looked amazing in the plain black heels she had on. I knew her legs were great from seeing them in the past but they looked better than ever tonight.

'Er, yeah it is. Why the hell is she here? It's not exactly her type of place. Let me go over and find out what's going on.', I eventually answered Leon's initial question.

I wandered over to their table, the whole way trying not to focus on Natalie's cleavage too much. 

'Hi Natalie, ladies. I never thought I'd see you in the Crown pub?'

'Oh hi Rich! Sinead said you might be in here at some point tonight. I hope you don't mind but I kinda fancied a night out with Lisa and Michelle and because I'm not here for long I thought we could gatecrash your night so I get to spend some time with you too - you don't mind us joining you boys do you?' Natalie asked, a big smile already on her lips. I couldn't exactly say no, and to be honest, the chance to spend some time with Natalie without Sinead there actually excited me a little. I wasn't too sure why, perhaps so I could get decent glimpses of Natalie's boobs without having to worry about Sinead catching me!

'Er, yeah, of course that's fine. We were just going to have a couple here and then head over to Gray's a bit later on - that sound ok with you three?' I asked. Gray's was the local wine bar, a little more classy than the Crown but it got very busy very quickly on Saturdays so we needed to get there fairly early.

The girls agreed that was a good plan and came over and joined me and the guys at our table in the corner. Leon and the rest of my team-mates were pretty pleased when I returned with the three hot girls, I immediately felt a sense of jealousy and felt like I needed to make sure none of them tried anything on with Natalie. I needn't have worried though, for the next hour Natalie refused to leave my side.

'So, what do you think of Michelle and Lisa? Cute eh?' she asked.

'Cute? Yeah, I mean they're both attractive but they seem like fun too.' I carefully answered.

'Oh stop being all nervous Rich. I might be Sinead's sister but I'm not here to check-up on you! Just treat me as one of the guys tonight, please?'

'Natalie, I'm not going to sit here and say, yeah, your friends are really hot, am I? And as for treating you as one of the guys, it's kinda hard when you're dressed like that!'

'Glad to know this dress is making something hard Richie!' Natalie beamed at me as she skipped off to the bar.

I had to say, I was having a really good time with Natalie, and her being around my friends was absolutely fine. I've never had these sorts of nights out with Sinead, she was happy for me to go out without her and then just have quiet nights in when we were together. I was pretty sure it was the beer helping me on my way, but by the time we headed over to Gray's, I really couldn't keep my hands off her. I kept 'guiding' her towards the door by putting my hand on her bare shoulder, and when the group was filing out of the pub I allowed my hand to graze over her ass cheek for absolutely no reason. I was pretty sure I could blame the alcohol and the crowd, but it was still a little risky. I mean this was my girlfriend's SISTER. We walked up the street toward our next drinking hole and once again, Natalie managed to separate me from the pack.

'Get a feel of something you like there did ya Richie?' Natalie playfully asked.

'Er, what do you mean?'

'Oh for God's sake! As we were leaving the Crown, your hand quite clearly groped my bum. But of course you're going to deny it aren't you?'

'Well it was pretty crowded Natalie, if I did touch you I apologise.'

She stepped in front of me, turned to face me and stopped, forcing me to do the same. I could see our group wandering off a few metres ahead. Natalie opened her handbag and showed me the inside. 

'Take a look Rich. I left my mobile at home tonight, so please stop worrying that Sinead can hear what's going on , or that I'm going to send her messages of what her darling boyfriend is up to! As we left the pub, you touched my ass because you wanted to, NOT because it was crowded, NOT because it was an accident, but because you saw something you liked and you decided to get a good feel. Are you actually going to dent that?'

I could sense that there was no point in arguing with her. Plus I was pretty sure I could blame anything I did 'accidentally' on alcohol if anything did get back to Sinead.

'Ok Natalie, I'm not going to lie. You look really good tonight and sometimes I wish Sinead would make the effort, dress up and come out with my friends. I'm proud to call her my girlfriend and I'd like to show her off a bit. So I'm sorry if I'm acting a bit odd tonight ok? I promise I won't grab you again.'

'I'm not being a bitch, but Sinead would never look this good in this dress - we both know that. Just face it, a part of you kinda wishes I was your girlfriend tonight doesn't it? Doesn't it?!' 

I had given up by this point. I wanted to get to Grays and carry on drinking before I completely sobered up, but I still found it difficult to not stare at Natalie's boobs, even in the middle of a heated discussion!

'OK! Part of me wishes YOU were my girlfriend right now! OK?! That what you want to hear?'

Natalie smiled as if she'd just won a prize.

'That's absolutely fine babe, I find honesty in guys really hot. I also reward honesty you know? Perhaps later on I'll show you your reward. Anyway, come on, the others will think we've gone home'.

With that she turned and sped off again. I followed and eventually we were in Gray's, the girls sipping cocktails and the guys knocking back the beers once again.

About 2 hours later I found myself squashed on a sofa in between Natalie and Lisa, the Latin friend. They were having a conversation across me and I think Natalie noticed I was trying to plan my exit.

'So Lisa, I was telling Rich earlier that I really find honesty in guys a turn-on. What do you think?'

'Oh yeah, I hate it when guys lie, even if it's to spare someone's feelings. Are you an honest guy then Rich?' Lisa asked.

Before I had chance to answer, Natalie butted in.

'Oh yeah, he definitely is. He admitted that he deliberately touched my bum earlier, and that he wished I was his girlfriend tonight!' she said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Having these discussions between me and Natalie was one thing, but her sharing it with a complete stranger to me was a bit off.

'Whoa Natalie! What are you doing?'

'Rich, Lisa here also finds honesty to be a turn on. Don't worry, she doesn't think anything less of you for it.'

Both girls erupted into laughter. Natalie leaned close to my ear and whispered:

'Besides, Lisa is very drunk right now. So drunk in fact, I think you should take her to the toilet so she can freshen up. We don't want her being sick out here do we? She needs to get some water splashed on her face.'

'Well why don't YOU take her then?' I asked, 'I can't exactly go in with her can I?!'

Natalie leaned away from me and in a normal voice that both Lisa and I could hear said:

'If you're discreet about it, of course you can. Just take her to a sink and let her splash her face. I'm going to the bar to get some drinks so don't be long!'

Lisa was already on her feet as Natalie headed to the bar. 

'Come on then Richie-baby, escort me to the toilet!' she exclaimed.

I had no idea why I was doing this but I led her past the bar towards the toilets in the far corner. It was actually fairly dark so nobody I knew saw me go in with her, and luckily enough there were no other girls in there either. As Lisa stood there facing the mirror, she asked me what I thought of her dress.

'It looks great Lisa, you look really elegant.' I said. It wasn't how I would honestly describe her but I didn't think she'd want to hear my genuine description.

'Elegant? You think I look ELEGANT tonight? This dress is supposed to be sexy not elegant!' she said.

'Oh, well yeah you do look very sexy Lisa. Your legs look amazing, love the tan, and yes, your cleavage looks fantastic. That better?' I offered.

'That's more like it Richie, keep that honesty up and I'm sure you'll end the night with a smile on your face.'

'Haha, I doubt that, I don't think I'll be seeing Sinead tonight in my state.'

'There are plenty of girls around other than Sinead you know babe, nothing wrong with a bit of fun on the side.' Lisa suggested.

'Er, I don't think you should let Natalie hear you say that. This is her sister we're talking about remember?'

'Rich, are you really THAT naïve? This has all been Natalie's idea! Do you really think she wants to spend time with you tonight in order to get to know her sister's boyfriend? Do you really think she wore that dress and didn't really it left little to the imagination? Do you really think she wanted to go and sit in the Crown for a drink because she likes the place?! She did it because she thinks you need to loosen up a little.' Lisa explained.

I knew that Natalie was very strong-minded, and as I have said before, she rarely thinks about other's feelings before she acts. But would she really want her sisters long-term boyfriend to cheat?

'Lisa, I know Natalie can be selfish but this story seems a little far fetched to me. She just seems like she wants a good night out.'

'Ok hun, well you keep thinking that way if you want but you're kidding nobody but yourself. She wanted you to come in here with me so we could fool around a little, and then I could report back to her as to how drunk you were. Do you really think I need to freshen up? I'm fine, and because I'm not that drunk I don't intend to throw myself on you like Natalie wants. But don't say I didn't warn you hun.' 

And with that, she readjusted her boobs in her dress, making sure plenty of cleavage was on show, and exited the toilet. I stood there for what felt like ages, trying to assess the information just given to me by Lisa, before I too headed back towards the bar.

So I was to believe that Natalie had some plan for tonight that involved me cheating on Sinead, and by the sounds of things, with her! She's supposedly sent her very attractive friend on a mission to test how drunk I was, and after that backfiring a little, I am now having to go back to them and have an awkward conversation. I really wasn't sure that Lisa had told the truth anyway, so my plan was to act like nothing had been said and just try and enjoy the rest of the night. I though going out drinking was supposed to be a relaxing affair!

As I approached the bar, I was grabbed by Leon and the rest of the guys who had lined up a pretty impressive array of shots on the bar for us to down. There must have been about 30 and we wasted no time in downing them, one after the other in quick succession. After my 5th in about 1 minute, I started to feel very dizzy as the alcohol began to hit me. At that moment the DJ turned up the volume and we spent the next hour or so swapping between hitting the dance floor and then back to bar for more shots. Needless to say, an hour later I was feeling the effects quite badly and needed to take a seat. I'd forgotten that the girls were even there to be honest, I didn't remember seeing them since the toilet incident, so I was quite taken aback when Natalie appeared and asked if I wanted to sit and chat for a bit. She'd even bought me a fresh beer so how could I refuse?!

'Are you having a good night?' she shouted over the music.

'Yeah, but I think I need to lay off the shots for a while!' I shouted back.

'I can barely hear myself think in this place, do you mind if we head somewhere a little quieter?' she asked.

I looked over to my mates, who were at this stage all talking to a large group of girls on the dance floor. They seemed happy enough and I thought they wouldn't miss me if I left for 30 minutes or so.

'Sure, we can try and get back in later then.' With that, I downed my beer and we walked towards the exit.

'Where are your friends? Where's Lisa?' I asked, noticing Natalie was alone.

'Oh, they weren't really feeling it tonight and decided to get an early night I think. So it's just the two of us, unless that worries you of course?! Have you taken a shine to Lisa or something?' 

That question brought back the conversation I had with Lisa in the toilet, which I had managed to forget about for a while. Downing that beer certainly hadn't done my dizziness any favours and I had to steady myself a bit on the way outside. 

'Er, not exactly. She's very hot, don't get me wrong, but I don't think I'm her type. Must be something to do with having a girlfriend I guess.'

I thought I'd remind Natalie about her sister, just in case she'd forgotten. Natalie fell silent for a short while, until we were sitting at the bar in a quiet restaurant across the road.

'Lisa told me that you had asked her to fool around with me a bit?' I questioned, expecting Natalie to flat-out deny it.

'Yeah, I asked her and she seemed pretty up for it. Obviously she's not your type though as she told me she left you in the toilet alone?'

'Why would you ask Lisa to try it on with me? I'm going out with Sinead, your own sister? Is this all some sort of test to make sure I'm good enough or something?'

'No not at all' she said, putting her hand on my thigh. 'I know you're perfect for Sinead, but I get the impression sometimes that perhaps you get frustrated from time to time with her? I could be wrong, so I apologise if so, but this morning it didn't exactly sound like you were having the best sex of your life!'

I really never imagined that I would be sitting at a bar talking about my sex life with Sinead's older sister, but I suppose that's what alcohol can do for you. Natalie looked back to the bar and surveyed the cocktail menu. I took the opportunity to look at her body again as she sat in the stool crossed-legged. Her legs really were fantastic, toned perfectly but not TOO muscular, tanned beautifully and her dress left little to the imagination when it came to her ass. And as for her boobs, I found myself staring at her them, still straining against her dress.

'Ahem?' came the mock cough from Natalie. I looked up and realised she was looking at me through the mirror behind the bar.

'Oh God, sorry, pervert alert! Can you tell I've been drinking?' I joked, hoping she would let it go.

'You know, for most of tonight you've been staring at my body Rich. Is there a reason for that? I mean, besides being male and drunk I mean.'

'Er, not really, that's pretty much it. Men love beautiful women who dress provocatively, and when drunk I find it hard to not stare. I'm sorry, not exactly a trait the girls like in a man is it?'

'Well I guess it's a compliment, so I'm fine with it.' Natalie answered.

There was silence for about 30 seconds before she began again:

'You know I've been told my body looks a lot better without dress on.'

'I, I'm sure that it does Natalie. Whoever told you that is a lucky guy.' was the best I could come up with. At this stage I was so sure Natalie would be happy if I just grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, but I still had Sinead in the back of my mind and I wasn't willing to risk ruining years of a good relationship, just in case this was still some sort of sisterly test.

'Well it wasn't actually a guy who said that, it was Lisa tonight while we were getting ready. Perhaps I should get a second opinion from a guy?'

'I'm sure Lisa knows what she's talking about. You look really good in the dress Natalie, I shouldn't really be thinking about anything else from that.' I said, honestly.

'You shouldn't, but I'm guessing you are? You're a very cute guy Richie, I'm sure there are plenty of girls who would love you to see them out of a dress! Lisa didn't exactly take much persuasion when I asked to her play that joke on you earlier.'

'That was a joke?!' I asked.

'Well, yeah, sort of. Although I was surprised to hear nothing happened. Lisa is a very attractive girl with curves in all the right place, I really thought you would have done something with her.'

'Why would you want me to?! Lisa is VERY attractive, and if I were a single guy I wouldn't have thought twice about it! But I'm dating your sister, do you WANT me to cheat on her?'

'It's about protecting her! Of course I don't WANT you to cheat on her, or break her heart. She loves you so much and you guys are so good together. But she tells me things about your, er, private lives together shall we say, and after me clearly walking in on an embarrassing situation earlier, I'd say you have some issues in that department.'

'Issues?' I asked, wondering what the hell Sinead had said.

'It doesn't really matter what the exact words were, but basically I'm worried that you might not be having the most fun possible when you have sex. Do you understand what I mean by that?'

I could only assume Sinead had told Natalie about the size issue. We really didn't have any other problems, well not that I knew of anyway!

'Er, yeah, I think so.' I said, very uneasy about this conversation, but also a little intrigued as to where it was going.

'So my big fear is that on nights out such as these, you might go out with your mates and end up hooking up with some random girl just so you can have you uninhibited sex before going back to Sinead and playing happy families again.'

'So your way to counter that is to have a hot girl throw herself at me in a toilet?! I've never even thought of cheating on Sinead anyway!' I responded.

'I'd rather know you were doing it for the right reasons, yes! If I knew you were getting a blow-job, having sex, whatever, with someone I knew, just so you could really let-loose and then go back to Sinead and be gentle, I wouldn't be pissed off. But if I knew you were cheating on her just because you could, and you didn't care if you were with Sinead or not, I would fucking kill you. So yes, there is a method to my madness!'

'So you WANTED me to have sex with Lisa, just so I could go crazy and not worry about hurting her, so I could then go back home to Sinead and pretend like nothing had happened?! That's insane!'




Sisters Ch. 02



'Not really Rich, no. I wanted Lisa to see how drunk you were so that I could time things right a little later on. I don't want you to have sex with other girls Rich, I want you to have sex with me! Nobody else, just me! Is that so hard for you to understand? I dressed up nice tonight for your benefit. I've seen the look in your eye over the years, and I know how a guy's mind works when it comes to the girlfriend's sister, so I'm pretty sure you've thought about fucking me anyway. I really want to check out what Sinead is too small to take in, and see if in some way I can help your relationship out while also having a great time myself. And if you dare sit there and tell me you don't want to fuck me, then you're a liar.'

I sat there speechless for ages. I knew that what Natalie was saying was insane, there was no way she wanted to have sex with me in order to 'help Sinead's relationship'. She wanted to have sex with me because I was her sisters boyfriend, and she couldn't have me. Plain and simple. But as I sat there, staring into my drink, I started to try and argue for her cause, even thinking perhaps she was just being a really nice sister! Clearly my thoughts were being processed half by my now drunken mind, half by the ache in my balls that yearned to fuck Natalie, whatever the cost.

But just as I was about to say something, Natalie beat me to it.

'You know what, forget it. I'm just being stupid. I've had too much wine and I guess we all say silly thinks when drunk. How about we just forget this conversation ever happened?'

'Yeah, I think that would be for the best. How about we share a cab home, I'll have them drop us off at your parents place so I can pop in and say hi to Sinead, then I can just walk home.'

'Yeah that sounds good to me hun. I've definitely had my fill of wine tonight.'

As we sat down in the back of the cab, a sudden sense of disappointment engulfed me. Had I just messed up big time, or had I made the correct, honourable decision? Natalie was looking out of the window on her side of the vehicle so I stole another look at her fantastic legs, her dress riding up a little, and I knew instantly the answer to my question. I needn't have worried though, the night hadn't quite finished yet...



Sisters Ch. 02: Security



For those who are interested in Penny's story and who have not yet done so, read my series A Strange Arrangement, the latter half of which tells her tale mostly from Andrew's perspective. 

Continued thanks to GaiusPetronius, whose edits were very helpful throughout this series. 

******* 

I always knew he'd come for me. My prince. He told me today that he's going to take me home soon. It won't be long now. I love him - so handsome and brave. I hope he doesn't hate me. He should hate me. I hurt him, I hurt him so deeply. I lost his treasure. 

But he said he loves me and that he'll take care of me. He's never lied to me. Not with his words, at least. But his eyes were so sad. When he said he loved me, his eyes said he didn't want to love me. He has to love me. I feel bad doing this to him. I hurt him so bad. 

******* 

They tell me I'm going home soon. Everyone seems happy for me. Even when my prince comes to see me again, he seems to smile in a way that isn't totally forced. He says I'm looking better. What does that mean? Did I look bad? 

He tells me stories, stories of faraway places that he once took me to see. Stories from a long time ago. He smiles when he tells those stories, so I ask him to tell me more. I want him to smile that way when he looks at me. 

When he gets up to leave this time, I do something I can't remember doing for a long time. I reach out and put my arms around him. He looks scared at first. Do I look so bad? Then he moves towards me and opens his arms. 

His embrace is warm and strong. He puts a hand gently on the back of my head. My stomach tingles and I remember other times his arms were wrapped around me, other times his hand cradled my head in that way. Times when we were not standing in a sterile room, like now. Times much more private. Yes, my prince loved me once, and I gave him everything I could. 

I want to tell him how happy he makes me. I try to tell him. I open my mouth and I choke. My tears are hot on my cheeks and my throat tightens. I gasp and back up. He looks at me, worried but not frightened. I've ruined it. I've ruined our happy moment. I stagger backwards and fall into the chair. Why am I here? Why can't I go home? I look up at him in despair. I hope he doesn't hate me. He really should. 

"Andrew?" I cry. He's standing where I left him, looking sad. 

There's still a lot of instability, the doctor is saying to him. 

But a lot of progress, too, Andrew replies. 

Yes, she's much more lucid, but not consistently, the doctor comments. Is he talking about me? Why won't they talk to me? I'm right here! 

And you still think she should be at home? my prince is asking. 

It's up to you, but I think she's ready. It might help lead her to the next level. 

Andrew steps closer to me and places a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and try to take hold of his wrist. But he's not there. The doctor is gone, too. My prince is gone again. Someone leads me by the arm to a room. They give me pills. I rest. 

******* 

I awake sometime in the morning, and I feel like I'm coming out of a fog. I don't know how long I've been here. I don't even remember much of what has gone on. I feel like I've been trapped in another life, my mind buried just below the surface, unable to really take in what's going on. 

But something is different today. It's been changing, I can feel it. I want to talk. For the first time in ages, I feel like I want to have an honest to goodness conversation with someone. Oh, I hope Andrew visits today. But Andrew was just here last night, wasn't he? I won't see him today. 

A nurse comes in to get me ready for the day. 

"When is it?" I ask her, my voice much softer than I had intended it to be. 

"What?" she replies, seeming a little startled by the question. 

"When is it?" I repeat. 

"When is what?" 

"Now. When is it... the day... the month... When are we?" 

"Oh!" she says, grasping my meaning. "It's Tuesday...August 21st." 

"Oh," I nod, not really feeling like that answered anything. 

My body goes through the motions of the day, but my mind is beginning to really observe it all. I know I have been here for some time. Has it been months? Years? For the first time, I feel... bored. There is a monotony to the routine. No one else seems to mind. 

I see a group of doctors and try to answer some questions for them. I try hard, but it's all so murky and confusing. And yet they seem very pleased. They dismiss me and I go to watch TV. I take my pills. I sit. Eventually, I go to bed and sleep. 

And again, the monster comes. 

******* 

He's huge and silent. He only comes when it's dark. He pulls my hair and puts something in my mouth. He makes me do things that hurt and frighten me. I can't ever get away: the monster is too big and strong. But my mind can escape. I try to find a happy thought to cling to. I'm not really there anymore. It's just a body. I'm somewhere else, somewhere sunny and safe. 

I gag and cough. He's pulling up his pants and walking out the door. I'm back in one piece now, mind and body back together, crying. I should be used to this by now. It started when Hannah left home. Her eyes had turned cold and distant. We hadn't laughed together in years. After she left, she would send me letters every now and then, but they never said where she was. I understand why. 

******* 

"Penny, do you know where you are?" The dark woman with the beautiful springy hair is talking to me. Her voice is soft, her smile genuine. There are other people at the table, mostly men in white coats and a few in suits. But the woman is easy to look at. She's holding papers, a clipboard. She has a white coat on, too. Is she a doctor? 

"Penny?" 

"I'm sorry," I say. "My mind was wandering for a second." 

"That's OK. I was asking if you know where you are." 

"A hospital... of some kind?" I venture. "I don't think my mind has been working quite right lately." 

Some of the men look down and scribble on their own clipboards. They make me nervous. I try to make a joke about it. "I feel a little under-dressed for this group." I force a smile and a nervous chuckle. Surprised glances around the table. One of them mumbles something about "Self-awareness." 

"Do you know how long you've been here?" springy-haired woman asks. 

"A few months, maybe?" I say hesitantly. "I'm sorry, it's all a little foggy to me. I really only remember the past few days. And then... and then before all this..." My heart begins racing. Panic. 

"Do you remember your home?" she asks, her soothing voice tamping down the surge of fear. 

Home. Home was... I pictured the house where I was raised. No, home wasn't there. Home was... "Andrew. I remember... Andrew," I say. "Yes, I remember my home." 

"Penny, we're wondering if you'd want to try to live back at home for a little bit," she says. I smile at the way her hair bounces. It's just a bit darker than her skin. A few dark spots on her cheeks make her look younger than she is, I think. 

"You're so pretty," I tell her. 

She smiles awkwardly. One of the older men leans forward. "Penny," he says, his voice deep and smooth, "do you like it here?" 

"No," I say, snapping back to the moment. "It's so boring. All there is to do is eat, sleep, watch TV, and..." I stop myself before saying 'masturbate,' which is what a lot of the other residents do when the nurses aren't in eyeshot. Some of them have stupid grins all the time and probably don't even know where they are or what they're doing. They're just responding to their natural urges. That, plus the boredom. I've found myself looking for chances to slip my hands unnoticed down the loose blue pants we all wear. And alone in my room every night with nothing but my thoughts... 

I realize they're waiting for me to finish my sentence. "And think," I conclude. 

"What do you think about?" springy-hair lady asks. 

"My family. My past. Going home." 

"You want to go home?" she asks softly. 

"Yes," I answer, tears suddenly forming. 

"It might not be easy, Penny. Things won't be like they used to be," she warns, her voice kind. 

"Things can never be like they used to be," I say, fighting to keep my mind from wandering. 

That's because you fucked it all up, a voice accuses me. 

"No..." I whisper. 

"Hmm?" she asks, looking intently at me. "No what?" 

"No... It won't be easy," I agree. 

******* 

We had a few more meetings like that over the next two days. They always asked what I think about, what I remember, what I've been feeling, and if anything strange has been happening. One time, in answer to the last question, I said, "Yes." They all leaned forward eagerly. "You've asked me the same questions for three days. Doesn't anyone else think that's strange?" 

There was silence for a few seconds, then hearty laughter around the table. 

"Yes, Penny," said the white-haired old man who looked like Colonel Sanders. "You should find that strange, indeed." 

When they seemed like they were wrapping up our meeting, one of the men in suits asked, "Penny, is anything bothering you? Are you having any problems?" 

No one had asked me that in a long time, it seemed. Everyone seemed to assume they knew what my problems were. 

"Sleep," I said. "Sleep bothers me." 

******* 

He was angry - livid - when I chose a college on the other side of the country. I made up some half-convincing reasons, but there was really only one. I had to get away from him. It took me months to start sleeping normally again. I hadn't realized how on edge I was at night. But in the dorm, I was safe. 

When I came home for Christmas, he picked up right where he had left off in August. He was rougher now, as if he was punishing me for being gone. Suddenly, sleep was a terrible thing again. Sleep was what brought the monster to my room. 

******* 

Today was odd. I remembered the whole day from beginning to end, and that almost never happens. I remembered waking up, I remembered all my meals, I remembered trying to fill my time and getting bored when there was so little to do. Then after dinner, Andrew came. We talked for a while, and he kept getting a funny look. I apologized that I didn't have much to say - my life wasn't filled with much worth talking about. He smiled at that. Then we talked about memories - stories from college. He reached out and held my hand, and his touch warmed my whole being. 

"When am I going to get to go home with you?" I asked him. 

"Very soon," he promised. "Today is a good day, but not every day is like this for you, Penny." 

"I..." My eyes went down. I couldn't remember much of the bad days. They were like gaps in my memory. I looked back up. Andrew was sad. Was he disappointed in me? God, had I ruined his life? He deserved better than to have a wife locked up in a place like this. What had his life been like these past... weeks? months? Why hadn't he moved on, found someone better, someone who could make him happy? Had he been waiting for me all this time? Did he really love me that much? 

You fucked up his life, the voice said. 

"I'm sorry?" I whispered. "You should be happy, Andrew. Go away and be happy. Please. Don't... I'm not..." 

Andrew put his hand on my shoulder to shush my confused ramblings. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. I wanted him to move closer. I wanted to feel his body on mine again. I wished we were far away from this place, somewhere private, where I could give him what I hadn't been able to for so long. 

"It's OK, Penny. Don't worry." 

You've fucked it all up. Can't even have one good conversation, can you? 

Andrew stayed a few more minutes and tried to tell me stories from work. Didn't he work at a bank? Why was he talking about cars? It was too much. Too much. I shook my head and held up my hand. Too much. When I looked up again, I was back in my bedroom. It was dark and Andrew was gone. Why couldn't he stay the night? Why couldn't my prince stay and protect me from the monster? 

******* 

I remembered something. I think the medicine is really clearing up my head, maybe. I was having nightmares last night, memories of my father and his abuse. I barely remember the abuse itself because my mind used to start escaping as soon as he opened the door to my room. I remember clearly only the beginning stages, before I learned to get my mind away. Once I developed that technique, my body would just do whatever he made it do, and at some point after he left, I would come back to my senses. 

That must be why I never remembered him raping me. 

It was all rape, of course, from the moment he first walked into my room. But he always just used my mouth or my hands... or so I thought. 

But now I remember. 

I don't remember it happening, but one of the last nights before I went back to school, at the end of Christmas break, I think he did more. I woke up later, in pain, thinking my period must be starting early. I used the bathroom and felt the urge to touch myself. Back under the covers, I rubbed myself, thinking of some of the boys I had met during that first semester of school. But even as I moved my fingers gently around my lips, I winced. I felt extra-sensitive. I rationalized it as horniness, or sitting funny on my bike, or something else equally innocuous. And I was wet, wetter than usual. Surely I had been having an erotic dream. 

But then it happened again the next night. And the next. And then, after I flew back to school, it stopped. Only now could I say for sure why. 

******* 

Today was the day. I was going home! They introduced me to Brittany, the nurse who would come help me. There was a long medical check before I left - blood samples, lights in my eyes, questions, clipboards - but knowing I was going home made it all easier. There was a point to it this time. 

As we walked out the door and through the parking lot, I leaned on Andrew a bit. I was overwhelmed. It was the first time I had worn regular clothing in ages. It was hot outside, and very sunny. 

"You're coming with me?" I squeaked nervously to Andrew as he opened a car door for me. I was suddenly nervous that it wasn't really happening. 

"No, Penny. You're coming with me," he said. His eyes twinkled. It was a joke. It took me a few seconds to realize that and to smile back. But he was already on the other side of the car, getting behind the wheel. 

"Brittany will meet us there," he said as he started the engine. 

The first few minutes, I just stared out the window. I had almost forgotten what so many things looked and felt like. Being in a car again made me extra nervous. I tried not to think about it. I tried not to think about why it was so upsetting. If Andrew hadn't started talking, I might have lost it. He told me it wouldn't be a long drive and that the house would be mostly as I remembered it. I was just dozing off when we pulled into the driveway. 

Home. 

******* 

The next hour or so was tiring. Andrew moved me back into the house, and Brittany moved a little bit of her stuff into our extra bedroom. I had to look. It wasn't Noel's room anymore. Andrew had taken all of the baby stuff out and had put in an old recliner. It looked so lifeless to me without Noel or any sign of her. Brittany said the room would be fine and that she wouldn't be living there all the time anyway. Brittany. She was just a child to me. So young, so innocent. So untouched by all the sadness the world could throw at one person. I didn't envy her. I wanted to protect her. 

We needed to establish a routine - where medicines would go, how to keep track of things, what our schedule would be. Andrew took a few days off work to get things set up. But to be honest, I slept much of the time those first days - slept and watched TV. I was feeling exhausted. Brittany said they had upped my dose of the new drug they were trying and that my body was just adjusting. It was good. Even though I was sleepy, I was still aware of what was happening. 

A few days after I moved home, I found myself alone in the house. Andrew was at work. Brittany was... I didn't know where she was. I ate the breakfast that had been left on the table for me, then I went and sat on the couch. Just the feel of those cushions evoked so many memories. The smell of the pillows, the feel of the fabric on my skin. I thought back to that special moment on that couch, the day my parents said they weren't coming to the wedding. 

******* 

When we began dating in college, I had told Andrew I was a virgin. I think at the time I sincerely believed I was. We had only been dating a few weeks when the topic came up. If any part of me suspected the truth, I probably wouldn't have told him anyway. I so desperately wanted him to love me, and I wanted to be everything I thought he wanted me to be. He was a virgin, too, and after I learned that, even though I was putting together the jagged pieces of my own history, I couldn't bear the thought of telling him I wasn't as pure as he thought me to be. 

I had planned to wait until our wedding night to have sex. Maybe I thought that waiting would somehow restore me to some innocent state that I had lost long ago. But then my parents called to say they weren't coming to the wedding. They said hurtful things and shattered my illusions that things were going to be different once I got married. Andrew and I sat on the couch in our new house and cried. Andrew didn't even know all the pain behind my tears, but somehow he carried that pain with me. 

Embracing became caressing. Our lips met and I stopped caring about waiting a few more weeks until our wedding night. My fairy-tale wedding was never going to happen, which made waiting for it seem pointless. I could still feel the wetness of tears on my cheeks as I began to unbutton my blouse. By the time Andrew realized what I was doing, I was removing my bra. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. Are you sure? 

I shivered - the air conditioner was running high because we had been moving boxes into the house that day. I nodded and tried to pull off his shirt. Andrew helped, and soon we were lying down on that couch, the skin of his chest warm against my breasts. Our hands moved frantically, desperate to experience the excitement of touch before one of us changed our minds. All the new sensations were overwhelming us, making me dizzy with fear and ardor. 

He unbuttoned my pants and pushed the waistband down just a little bit, enough to make clear his intention to move forward. I pulled my lips back and took a deep breath. Lifting my hips up, I gave Andrew the clearance to pull my pants the rest of the way down. His lips peppered my breasts and stomach with kisses as he slid all the way down, gently slipping my pants past my feet and tossing them to the floor. Standing up, he removed his own jeans with much less tenderness, kicking them aside and crawling back on top of me. I whimpered in excitement and nervousness as I realized with fresh clarity what we were about to do. 

Looking back, I think I was stunned. I felt a little guilty about taking that step, and maybe I thought that by not taking any active initiative, I wasn't really the one doing it. Maybe that doesn't make sense. Without me really noticing what was happening, my panties had come off and Andrew was naked on top of me. 

I wanted him, I wanted this. Why did I feel so scared? I started breathing fast, trying to find a way to stop this. I felt his tip poking me. 

"I can't... I'm not sure..." he said, frustrated. "Can you... can you help me?" 

I didn't move. Why did I feel so scared? 

"Penny... Baby... Do you want me to stop?" 

The tone of disappointment in his voice startled me out of my trance. I shook my head. "No... here." I reached down and touched it. So warm, so firm, so smooth. So intimidating. I winced as I aimed him towards my opening. I don't think I was very wet. 




Sisters Ch. 02: Security



"Go ahead," I whispered. 

A familiar sensation. The pushing, the pain. I squeezed my legs shut involuntarily. I wanted Andrew, but my body didn't know the difference between this act of love and the acts of violence it had always associated with those sensations. 

He grunted from effort, his breath heavy as he tried to push past my entrance. He wasn't looking at my face and so he didn't see my tears. Finally, he was just inside a little bit. When we felt that first sudden bit of progress, we each let out a long breath. Andrew paused for a moment, kissing my cheek as I trembled. 

"It's OK," I told myself. 

I must have whispered it out loud, because Andrew replied, "Alright," and began pushing farther inside. I must have learned to keep quiet, to swallow the pain. My muted whimpers accompanied his grunts of exertion. Then he was in. I could hear the trembling in my breaths and I felt Andrew's weight, suspended by his elbows above me but still pressing down at the hips. 

My mind began to wander, accustomed to seeking refuge when I was in such a position. I was remembering something else, something totally unrelated. It was a walk in the forest near my grandmother's farm. I was just a little girl and life was happy. I could almost smell the sassafras roots as we walked. Andrew's hand on the side of my breast slowly brought my attention back to him... to us... to what we were doing in that moment. This was no monster attacking me. My prince was speaking. "Penny," he said softly, "I asked if you're ready to keep going. Do you want to be on top or something?" 

His eyes searched mine - not just looking for answers but for an explanation. Maybe he sensed that something wasn't right. I wouldn't meet his gaze, not wanting him to suspect anything. But I pushed up with my hips. My eyes closed and I fought the tears. They should have been tears of joy, but the monster had taken that away from me. 

Every thrust into my being made me think of him, of all those moments I had been erasing as they happened. My heart swung like a pendulum from anger to despair, from rage to fear. 

"...to stop?" his voice broke through my fog. What had he been saying? I was still moving my hips without meaning to, but Andrew had stopped. 

"What?" I asked, blinking him into focus. 

"You seem really upset. Does it hurt too much? Should we stop? I don't want to make you..." 

"No," I interrupted. "Don't stop, please." I didn't want to fail him. I didn't want Andrew to have to pay the price of my own mess. I didn't want to ruin this for him. At least one of us should be allowed to have a perfect moment. 

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that, please," he said. "I need to know if you mean that." When I didn't respond at first, he pulled out of me, and I knew he was serious. I moved a hand and turned his face towards mine. Looking into his eyes for the first time since we had started, I realized why I wouldn't look at him. I was afraid it wasn't him. I was afraid I would look and see the monster with red face puffing and dark eyes closed while he smiled in cruel pleasure above me. 

But when I looked up, there was Andrew. There was my prince, my long-suffering lover. 

"Don't," was all I could whisper. I don't know what he saw in my eyes, but it was enough to convince him. Without ceasing to look at me, he slid back in. Slid might not be the right word - I was still mostly dry and clenched tight. But after pushing and working himself forward and reuniting us as one flesh, he began moving slowly in and out. His eyes were my lifeline. For years to come, I would need to see those eyes when we made love. Those eyes showed me all the strength and gentleness and compassion and tenderness that I needed from him. 

The monster was always lurking every time we made love. A careless stray thought could bring him charging back to my mind, and Andrew would no doubt feel me seize up, frozen in terror. But his eyes would heal me, soothe me, console me, restore me. 

For several long minutes, Andrew's body glided along on top of mine. That delicious friction of his manhood filling me over and over gave me my first hints that sex could be a beautiful, mutually pleasurable thing. It would be some time before I felt the same kind of pleasure as Andrew felt that day, but to simply feel protected and treasured rather than abused and cheapened was a very special pleasure in itself. 

I could tell from his sharp gasps and whimpers that Andrew was getting close. But he seemed to be holding back for my sake. "Go ahead. It's OK," I said, running my hands up the smooth skin of his back. Tilting my hips a little, I closed my thighs against his sides. Andrew closed his eyes and pushed harder. That was what he had been avoiding. He didn't want to hurt me. With a few deep thrusts he gasped, then cried out gently. I felt his pulsing inside of me, for once welcoming that sensation not as the end of my ordeal but as a precious reward for my lover, a gift only I had ever given him. 

As Andrew gasped, giddy in the afterglow of his first time, I arched my back and rubbed my hands along the couch, forever associating that texture with the purest love I had ever known. I would always prefer to make love on that couch in the light of day rather than in a bed at night. The monster had spoiled beds and darkness. But there on the couch, with the sun forcing past carelessly closed blinds, I knew I would remember that moment for the rest of my life. The first time my prince conquered the monster. 

******* 

"Penny? Penny... time to get up." 

I moved my head slowly, unsure of where I was. Then I felt it under my cheek. The couch. Had Andrew and I just...? 

No. It was no such perfect moment that I was waking from. I was in my robe and it was Brittany's voice coaxing me into a sitting position. She had my medicine. 

"Andrew?" I asked, looking around. 

"He'll be at work for a few more hours yet," she said, jotting down some notes as I swallowed the pills. 

"I had the most wonderful dream, Brittany," I mumbled to her. 

"Did you now?" she said, sounding genuinely interested. "That's not usually what happens when you sleep." 

"It was more of a memory, really. Or a reminiscing that led me to a nice sleep." 

"Well you could use some more reminiscing like that," she said, getting up and heading to the kitchen. 

I sighed and put my hands to my face. Was that all I had left? Just memories? Was there a future for me anymore? And was Andrew stuck with me like this? Had I robbed him of any future as well? I had already hurt him so much... 

My hands were shaking. No... No, I didn't want to think about it. I was standing, walking, where to? I must have made some noise or something. Brittany was soon at my side... No, she was over me. How did I get to the floor...? 

******* 

Days. Weeks. Blurs. I have good times, sometimes a small string of days where Andrew and I can even talk about things. Then I have big gaps, and I find out days have passed without me knowing. I'm so afraid. I want Andrew here with me all the time, but I know he can't be. I feel ashamed to tell him how scared I am without him. 

Last night, I tried to give him what I know he has been missing. He didn't say anything about it, but I know it was almost our anniversary. I think he thought I couldn't understand such things yet, or that I couldn't handle thinking about them. I understand why he thinks that - what goes on in my head can't quite make it to words most of the time. I start to speak and more voices fill my head and I get confused. I can see people's faces, and I see that I'm not making sense. 

But I know that Andrew and I are man and wife. I know what it means to be married. And I know my body can still function as his wife. And I know I want to feel him like that again. He came home late, and I could smell a faint whiff of alcohol, even after he showered. He thought I was asleep when he came to bed. I had waited for him. 

When he was settled under the covers and I could hear his breathing start to slow, I moved closer and put my hand on his thigh. Sliding it under the waistband of his boxers, I took hold of his soft manhood. Andrew sighed and moved his hand to cover mine. "Mm, baby," he said softly. I pressed my breasts against his back and put my cheek on his shoulder. 

"Happy Anniversary, Andrew," I said, using a voice I hadn't used in a long time. 

A few seconds after those words left my mouth, Andrew froze up. Pulling my hand away from his stiffening member, he rolled out of the bed and stood up. There were no lights in the room, but the nearly full moon showed me the confused expression on his face. 

"Penny?" 

"It's OK, Andrew. I really want this. I want it for myself and... and I really want to do it for you. I know that..." 

Andrew began pacing the length of the bed, one hand on his forehead. "No, Penny. You... you don't understand. You shouldn't be doing this. It wouldn't... It's not right." 

"What's not right?" I pleaded. "We're still married, aren't we? I'm still a woman, even if I'm not... not completely OK. I can be a woman for you, at least, even if I can't be a good wife!" 

He stopped and looked at me, struggling to find the right words. "Penny, I know you don't understand everything that's going on right now. But you're still not well at all. The doctors say maybe someday... but... there's still a long road ahead of you, ahead of us." 

I was frustrated. He thought of me as a child, as an imbecile. "Don't underestimate me, Andrew. I know full well what's going on. I can't stop being crazy. I can't stop him from talking to me and doing what he does to me and you're supposed to stop him but now you aren't even here! And there's a chair in Noel's room and you don't even care and you resent me for ruining your life!" I was starting to yell. And all the thoughts and images and fears and voices were mixing together and Andrew was backing up and turning on the light. And I heard the laughter, the evil laugh. He was winning. The monster would win in the end. 

******* 

I don't remember much else from that night. I had horrible dreams. When I woke up, I found Andrew in Noel's room, asleep on the recliner. Brittany had moved out a month earlier and only came by for a few hours each day. The room seemed barren and so very empty. I wondered if we would ever turn it into a nursery again. The walls were still pink, but blue would be just as good. 

Andrew wouldn't come to bed with me again after that. In the days that followed, he was distant, sad. More than once I found him looking at his phone, as if he was thinking about calling someone. Or hoping someone would call him. I suspected he was debating telling the doctors to come take me away again. 

******* 

I woke up, and it was dark. I thought I heard Noel crying. I ran to her room but everything was different. She was gone. 

Oh, God, Noel was gone! And where was Andrew? Had they finally left me? 

No, they hadn't left. I had lost Noel. And then I remembered it all again. It was this night, five years ago. The truck that swerved, the tumbling. Hanging upside-down, my leg trapped. My baby crying. She would have been six this year. And the one I had been carrying in my belly that day. We would have... but it was my fault they wouldn't. 

I heard him laughing at me. Basket-case, he had said. Can't do anything right, he would complain. You'll see, he had told Andrew. You'll find out the hard way. 

He had to stop. I had to stop it all. It was so much noise. The brakes squealing, the monster laughing, Noel crying, that inhuman grunting as he raped me... There were pills somewhere. Somewhere there were pills that would always make it stop. I had to make it stop. 

I ran back to my bedroom, then opened the medicine cabinet. Which ones made it all stop? I tried some, they didn't work. Maybe those? No, they didn't work. Maybe the pink ones? Why wouldn't it stop? 

My throat was so dry... a bottle on the nightstand... so bitter... never liked beer... 

I sat down on the floor and cried. I started to feel calm again. I should get back to bed. But it's so far away. Just a short rest here on the floor, then I'll go to bed... 

******* 

Hannah flipped open her laptop. This sucked. Living with two other women wasn't working out. She needed a new place, and for once she didn't feel like fucking her way into a new living situation. Opening a few tabs of apartment searches, she scrolled through her new emails. Mostly junk. Except for that one. 

It was from Donna, who had stopped writing a long time ago. Even Donna had given up writing after three years with no response. Hannah would have deleted it without looking, but the subject line caught her attention. 

Penny's dead. 

Hannah paused a moment, then clicked on the message. As it opened, Hannah's first thought was, Good for her. 

Then, just as quickly, she muttered, God damn him to hell. 

******* 

Hannah wasn't much for irony, if that was even the word for it. She had watched Penny's wedding from across the street, and now she parked across the street to watch her funeral. It wasn't a big crowd, and she didn't recognize most of those in attendance. Once the cars had lined up to follow the hearse to the graveyard, Hannah pulled out and joined them at the back of the line. 

She stood a good distance away, her brown coat wrapped tightly around her to keep out the mid-November chill. She missed Florida winters. She could make out Andrew among the mourners, but for some reason his fiancé/new wife wasn't present. Perhaps Isa had stayed home out of "good taste." 

A few words from a somber minister and the crowd began to disperse. As a half-dozen or so stragglers milled about, Andrew looked Hannah's direction. He squinted and she looked away, as if she was merely wandering among the grave markers. She nervously looked back at him. He was talking to someone else. 

"Hannah?" 

She was startled by a voice behind her. Turning around, she took in the round, rosy-cheeked face of a short brunette girl. Her form was mostly hidden by the thick coat she wore, but Hannah could tell that she had a fuller figure than her own wiry frame. 

"Hi, Donna," she said casually, with resignation. 

"I'm glad you're here," Donna said cautiously. 

"Are you?" Hannah challenged with a smile, then quickly resumed a more blank expression. 

"Yes... really," Donna said with sincerity. Unlike her oldest sister, Donna had an air of naiveté. 

After a moment of awkward silence, Hannah commented, "I didn't expect to see Andrew here." 

"Why wouldn't he be?" asked Donna. 

"Because I would think he would have moved on a long time ago. I would have." 

"Hannah, he was her husband, all the way up until the end," Donna rebuked her, trying to steady her emotions. "He worked two jobs just to take care of her." 

Hannah cocked her head and weighed those words. That account didn't mesh with what she had seen with her own eyes - the sassy, petite girl with the ring who had answered the door when Hannah had come to see Penny a few months earlier. Lost in thought, she didn't notice that Donna was carefully watching her, searching for the right words to say. 

"Hannah," she ventured, "why did you leave?" 

"Why did you stay?" Hannah tossed back. 

Looking slightly angered, Donna insisted, "It was home." 

"It was never home for me." 

"But we are your family." 

"No... No, Donna, that wasn't a family." 

Frustrated, Donna pulled her coat tighter around and snapped, "How can you say that?" 

As if the dam had finally burst, Hannah pointed back at Penny's' grave and growled, "He did this, Donna. He killed her." 

"Who did?" 

"Nicholas," Hannah hissed, so quietly that it seemed she was afraid the mere mention of the name would summon his malign presence. 

With unfeigned innocence, Donna replied in disbelief, "Daddy?" 

"Don't... call him that," Hannah warned sharply. 

"What? Look, Hannah... I know he was... distant and wasn't very affectionate, but..." 

Hannah couldn't stop the tears this time. And yet her voice remained steady and terse. "I wish he was distant and unfeeling. I wish to God he had been that way!" 

"Hannah?" 

"He's a total narcissist, Donna. He couldn't name us after himself, but he still put his initials right in the middle of our names. He wanted to mark us as his property. We only existed for his convenience, to meet his sick needs. That filthy, God-damned son of a bitch just... He just took whatever he wanted. And when I left, he took it from Penny, too." 

Horrified, Donna twisted her face in shock. "No... No, Hannah, that's not true. You can't mean..." 

"I was a child, Donna, and he... he..." Then as abruptly as it had started, Hannah's outburst ended. Her cool demeanor returned, and with an even voice, she continued. "Anyway, I came to Penny's wedding - I saw you there from across the street. I needed to know if Penny was really happy. He screwed me up, Donna, and I can't shake him. But if Penny could be happy, then I knew he hadn't won. I needed to see that it didn't have to... it didn't have to be this way," she said, sweeping a hand down to indicate herself. "But he wins, Donna. Penny's dead and I'm only a shell of a person." On the verge of tears again, Hannah looked disdainfully at her baby sister and added, "And I don't know what the hell kind of damage he did to you for you to defend him like that." 

Stunned, and blinking away her own tears, Donna could only shake her head. Eventually she stammered, "He never... I wasn't... I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Hannah, I had no idea." 

"Excuse me... Donna?" a soft male voice interrupted them. Hannah kept her back to the speaker and breathed deeply to calm herself. The speaker went on, "Thank you so much for coming all this way. You're welcome to stick around longer if you want - my house is always open to you." 

"How's Isa doing?" Hannah asked, only half turning towards the speaker. 

"Isa? Isa's... fine, I think. She got married this summer... but I haven't seen her since she stopped cleaning my place months ago... I'm sorry, do I know you?" 

Hannah, grasping the extent of her misunderstanding, winced at the awkwardness, though she stopped short of regretting the names she had called Andrew after her aborted visit earlier that year. 

As Hannah turned to face Andrew, Donna stepped forward and spoke. "Andrew, this is..." 

"Hannah," Andrew stated, his eyes widening in wonder. "My God, in this light you could almost pass as her twin." 

"Oh, but you wouldn't find me nearly as agreeable," Hannah said flatly. She briefly considered hatching a plan to seduce her newly available brother, just to bring him down a few pegs, but a stubborn loyalty to Penny convinced her it wouldn't be right. 

"Well, I'm glad to finally meet you, though I wish it was under different circumstances," Andrew said calmly. His voice was soft and genuine, reminding her of Wes. A pang of something like guilt struck her briefly. "I actually have something for you," he continued. "I was going to pass it off to Donna to eventually get to you, but... here it is." 

Reaching into a pocket on the inside of his winter coat, Andrew pulled out a small envelope. It had Hannah's name scrawled on the front and was sealed shut. Hannah took it with a look of restrained curiosity. 

"I don't know," he said in answer to her unvoiced question. "Penny wrote it a month or so ago. She said it was a birthday card for you, but she didn't have an address to put on it. I forgot about it until it turned up the other day when... uh..." Andrew paused and clenched his jaw. "Anyway, she wasn't always... lucid... so I can't say what's in there. Might be nothing. Don't... get your hopes up, or anything." 




Sisters Ch. 02: Security



"Oh. Well, thank you... I guess," Hannah said, uncomfortable with everything about their conversation. 

"Will you stick around, at least for dinner?" he asked the sisters, his eyes moving back and forth from one to the other. 

"Oh, I don't know," Hannah began, but was interrupted by a hand on Andrew's shoulder. 

"Hey man, we're taking off, but seriously - Saturday lunch at our place. I will come and get you if you don't... Holy Sh-..." 

Everyone looked at the speaker, who was staring at Hannah. 

After restraining her own surprise, Hannah chuckled. "I was right," she said. "The beard really suits you, Ernst." 

An exceedingly awkward silence ensued. Hannah smiled at Ernst, who stared in disbelief back at her. Andrew connected the dots and whistled in amazement. Donna looked from one person to another in clear confusion, and the auburn-haired woman with her arm linked to Ernst's looked suspiciously at the threateningly sexy blonde who was smiling at her husband. 

Hannah sized up the situation and said, "Actually, I was just leaving," to no one in particular. And no one broke the silence with a response. Walking over to Donna, she reached into the young woman's coat pocket and pulled out a phone. After quickly entering a number, she slipped it back into Donna's pocket, put her mouth to her sister's ear, and said, "Go ahead and call. I promise... I'll answer." Then she walked briskly to her car, head held high, coat wrapped tight.  

******* 

Hannah, 

Happy birthday big sister! I hope you're happy. I'm happy sometimes. I have Andrew, and I wish you would come meet him. He's my hero, my prince. He's the only reason I'm holding things together (but maybe I'm not really - haha!). Whenever I'm with him, I feel safe and at home. You should try it sometime. Maybe you already have. I wish I knew. I imagine you happy and safe, because I can't bear to think of anything else for you. You have to be happy Hannah, please. You can't let the monster win. Find somewhere, someone that can be a home and really really make it work. All it takes is one person to love you, that's what home is. 

And come find me and let me know, because if I can't hold on, I need you to be the one that gets it right. You were always the stronger one, anyway. I wish I was strong like you. 

Much Love, 

Penny 

The writing was barely legible, and Hannah wept as she read it. She read it over and over, sitting in her car at the first gas station near the cemetery, weeping until the words were blurry and her hands shook. As the sun set and lights flickered on in the houses scattered over a small ridge in the distance, Hannah pulled out her phone and dialed a number she had never intended to memorize. After a few rings, a quiet, soft voice answered, "Hello?" 

Hannah winced, then held her eyes shut as she spoke. "Hello, Wes? This is Hannah. Can we... can I come see you?" 

*******



Sisters Ch. 03



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

I called Linda at nine-thirty. I hoped she would answer the phone because I didn't really want to talk with any of her sisters. She didn't answer.

"Hi," I said, "May I speak with Linda?"

"She just went out" came the return answer. The voice was that of Dawn. "She told me that if you called to tell you to come right over okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh yeah, she told me you're a worry wart so she said she promised to be here by the time you got here okay?"

"Okay," was the only answer I seemed to be able to get out. Abruptly I heard the phone on the other end hang up. I had already showered and dress so I told my mom that I was going to Linda's. She asked me who Linda was. I pretended not to hear her because I really wanted to get right over there and didn't want to explain about Linda right then. I yelled back to my mother from the front door that I loved her and that I'd be back by supper time. I should have known better than to give her such an exact time because Linda was so unpredictable, at least as I knew her at that point. It was then that it occurred to me that I had no idea what Linda's last name was. I figured I look for it written somewhere when I got to the house.

It only took me a few minutes to get to Linda's house. I didn't see her car but I went to the front door and rang the bell anyway. Dawn answered the door. "You must be Sam." She said. "Come on in and get comfortable. When Linda goes out you never know when she'll get back."

I moved past Dawn and on into the kitchen. Dawn poured me a cup of coffee without asking if I wanted any. I really wanted some so I didn't bother saying anything. Having seated myself I had time to look for something with the family name on it. I was in luck. There in the corner of the counter I saw some junk mail which said "The Caine Family." I felt relieved having resolved that and decided to take a closer look at Linda's sister. Dawn's hair was the same color as Linda's and she seemed to be a younger version of Linda although I couldn't really tell because of her bathrobe. It was funny she looked that way since Dawn was actually a year older.

"You want some milk, sugar, cream with that?" Dawn asked very politely. This did not sound like the same Dawn I'd heard the night before. Just as she finished asking me what I wanted her bathrobe fell open revealing much of the front of her. Although I didn't have a clear view of anything I could easily see that Dawn had a great figure. Dawn quickly put down the coffee pot, blushed and pulled her bathrobe back around her.

"Doesn't anyone in the house wear clothing under their bathrobe?" Once again I had opened my mouth and inserted my foot. I couldn't believe I had said that to someone I had just met. I figured she had to be at least nineteen because she was just entering her sophomore year at Merrimack. It then struck me that Linda had told me she was going to Boston College in the fall so that meant all three girls were at Catholic colleges.

"Oh, you fucked Linda huh?" This totally unexpected response caused me to gag on just a breath of air. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Oh, surprised I know you fucked my sister or surprised that I said fuck to you?"

"Both actually," again I was able only to give her the shortest of answers. I was at a total loss for anything else to say.

Dawn didn't respond to that. Instead she got milk, cream and sugar and placed them on the kitchen counter in front of me. The counter was meant to be a place to eat. It jutted out into the kitchen allowing for stools on both sides. Dawn poured herself a cup of coffee and went to sit opposite me. As she did so her robe fell open again. This time I got a better view of her and Dawn was not nearly so quick to pull it closed around her. She caught me staring at her right breast which had come into full view.

"Like what you see?" she asked sarcastically.

"What, oh, yes, I mean no, I mean yes." I said rapidly not knowing how to answer her question.

"Well, what is it, yes or no?" I was surprised by her insistence and decide to say yes. "Didn't Linda tell you that we all dress like this in the morning?"

"Well, she only told me that she did." I replied.

"Figures," Dawn continued, "well, we all dress like this. I mean mom and dad don't but we girls do and we always are catching hell for it too. Daddy says we should be more modest. I mean it doesn't make any sense. I mean, we belong to a nudist camp so it's not like we have never seen each other totally naked. They've got some sort of dual standard and I hate it. Daddy does say that we should never ever do it around people who are not family. He says it's rude and that we can't assume everyone will understand."

"Well, I can see that." Those were the first coherent words I had yet spoken.

"So didja like what ya saw?" She asked. I was beginning to wonder if shyness and modesty of any type existed in this house. If it did I hadn't seen it. "Well didja?" she taunted me.

"Well," I paused feeling extremely self conscious. "Yes, of course but I'm dating your sister and it's wrong for me to be seeing you that way." I thought that was a great reason and would quiet her. It didn't.

"Hey, earth to Sam, doncha remember? I told you we all go to a nudist camp? I was just a baby when I first went there with my parents and since we have a cottage there we go there every summer on most of the weekends and sometimes for our vacation. I've seen all kinds of naked people so it really doesn't bother me at all." I was amazed both by Dawn's brazenness. Then Dawn did something totally unexpected. She got up and took off her bathrobe altogether and sat back down. Shocked is a mild word for how I felt. This was not the action of a girl I had just met or at least none that I had ever heard of. I wondered what she was out to prove. I was also so tongue tied I couldn't say a thing. Instead I just sat there gawking at this pretty girl sitting entirely naked and with no inhibitions in front of me. My eyes became transfixed upon her breasts as they were really all I could see when she was sitting. Her breasts were much smaller than Linda's. She had very large nipples, however, which stood out from the rest of her breasts. Her nipples were very hard as well. I wondered if her breasts would grow out to meet her nipples.

Suddenly I heard the now familiar sound of the front door slam and footsteps moving quickly to the kitchen. I was sure I was in deep trouble.

"Dawn, stop showing off will you." Linda said in a scolding tone of voice. "You know how mommy and daddy feel about us sitting around like that!" I was still waiting for Linda to lay into me but those words never came. Instead she said, "Besides, you're embarrassing Sam!"

"I don't think so Linda!" Dawn said defiantly. "I think he likes looking at me."

Linda stood there and shook her head showing her anger for Dawn's actions. Finally Dawn stood up and stepped back from the counter. "All right," Dawn said, "I'll get decent but only because of Sam." Dawn was very slow to do this and before she had her robe on I had gotten a good view of her entire naked body. My penis betrayed me and got extremely hard. Linda happened to look down at me. My stiffness was protruding so much she didn't miss my condition. With more understanding than I could have hoped for Linda simply quipped, "You are a horny bastard aren't you?"

"Come on you," Linda said to me. She grabbed my hand and led me up to her bedroom. "So you have the hots for my kid sister too huh?" I was beginning to wonder if there would ever come a time when Linda would go an entire day without saying something that caught me totally off guard. I had my doubts. "Did she tell you about the nudist camp?" Once again Linda surprised me.

"Well, yes, she did, why?" I asked very meekly.

"Dawn is a worse exhibitionist than I am. She's clueless about sex but she loves to show off what she's got and you could see by your own eyes that she's got a lot. God help the first guy she gets her claws into." This surprised me. I wondered if it meant Linda knew Dawn was still a virgin or what it meant. I wanted to ask but was too afraid.

"So that's why you didn't get mad at me when you saw me with her like that?" I asked reticently.

"Of course silly. I know my sisters so how can I be mad at you for what they do?"

I could have argued that point but to what end. I didn't take her up on it and became relaxed that everything was all right. Well, it was almost all right. "Just tell Dawn the next time she tries to pull that little stunt of hers that you're not interested and to get decent okay?"

I agreed very quickly not desiring any confrontation at all at such an early part of our relationship.

"Good, then let's fuck!" Linda said brazenly. I was already horny from Dawn's exhibition although I don't think it would have made any difference anyway. I wanted Linda every bit as much that morning as I had the night before, probably even more so. We quickly undressed and went at each other like animals in heat. The heat part proved to be very accurate because the next break we took we were both sweating profusely. We had had the same reaction the night before but now in the daylight it seemed so much more obvious. I joked about it and Linda literally purred about it. We stopped once just long enough to get a bit of lunch and continued on through the rest of the afternoon. Then I told Linda that I had told my mother that I'd be home for supper. I was surprised to hear, though I should not have been, Linda agree that it would be a good idea. I had completely forgotten that her parents were due to arrive home that evening.

On my way home I noticed the wonderful scent of Linda's sex upon me. Then I thought I'd best do something about that as soon as I got home. I didn't want my mother smelling it too which she most certainly would. It was just too strong for anyone to miss. As soon as I got home I rushed to the bathroom.

"Is that you Sam?"

"Yes mom," I yelled back as I closed the door to the bathroom. I washed my face and hands and threw on some after shave lotion in an attempt to cover up the scent of Linda. As far as I could tell I had been successful.

As soon as I left the bathroom my mother called out, "Sam, you've got a phone call."

I didn't reply. I just went to the kitchen where she was. "Who is it?" I asked.

"I don't know. She didn't say."

I thought it was probably Linda although I couldn't imagine why she'd be calling me so soon after I'd left her house. "Hello," I said in the phone.

"Hi Sam," Linda said in a very sultry voice. "How're ya doin'?"

"I'm doing great, why?"

"Well, just after you left it occurred to me that I'd like you to meet my parents. Can you come over here for dinner tomorrow night? It'd be good for you to meet them. It'd be good for both of us. My parents are going to the nudist camp next weekend and I'd like you to go too, that is if you want to."

"Well, yeah, I guess so." Her question had startled me but I couldn't find anything I didn't like about it especially since it would guarantee our being together for the entire weekend.

"Okay, be here at six tomorrow." Linda paused a second and then said, "Can you make it for six? I mean I just assumed you'd be out of work by that time."

"Sure, I get out at four so I'll have plenty of time."

"Great!" she replied enthusiastically, "Dad's going to love you I just know it. You come across really well you know."

I didn't know but I didn't disagree with her either. "Okay, so I'll see you at six tomorrow, or earlier if I can."

"No, not earlier," Linda replied unexpectedly. "Daddy doesn't get home until just before six and mom puts dinner on the table right after six so I don't want you here before he gets home, you know what I mean?"

I really didn't know what she meant but I told her I did deciding that it wasn't really relevant whether I did or not. "All right, I'll be there right at six."

"Great, I'll see you then. I can hardly wait." She said.

"Me too!"

"Okay, bye and," Linda paused, "I love you."

Linda was becoming consistent in making remarks that were totally unexpected and she had just done it again. I didn't know quite how to reply so I said, "Bye, I love you too." Right after that I heard the phone on the other end hang up followed by the dial tone. Linda's logic totally eluded me but that didn't bother me at all. Even though she had some pretty crazy logic I couldn't find anything about it I didn't like so it was easy to accept.



Sisters Ch. 03



If you are gonna read this story, I suggest that you read Chapters 1 and 2 first, to get the full extent of the story.

Jamie and I landed in Hawaii. Our first vacation together in a long, long time. We took a cab to the hotel, and settled in. I hungrily breathed in. Amongst the cool Hawaiian air, was the sweet smell of her that filled my nose. My every senses perfumed of her sex. The love my sister gave me, was a love that no other person could satisfy me with. Not even James. I loved him, but Jamie filled my every need, my every hunger, my every void. She stripped all of my love from my soul, and gave it back to me ten fold. Truth is, I have realized something this past year.. I love my sister, and she loves me.

The first thing we did was we got our things settled in the closet and dresser drawers. Then decided to put on our bathing suits, which were bikini's. I watched Jamie put on hers. I watched her tuck her tits inside the cups, and all I could think about was having them in my hands. needing them, massaging them, and sucking them. But I decided to wait for all that. I needed to enjoy this moment. I guess they say if you hold off for a while, the sex is better. So I waited.

We both finally had on our bikini's, and decided to sit on a couple of lounge chairs, on the balcony outside our hotel room. The sun beating down on our barely clad covered bodies. I reached over to the other lounge chair, and latched onto Jamie's hand and held it for a long time. Giving it a squeeze every now and again. After a while, we both got up and went inside. We went and took a shower together. Then went out for dinner on the island. James and I had been to Hawaii a couple of times before, I knew where to make reservations, so it wasn't a problem. 

The place we picked, was packed with islanders, and other tourist. We each had bluefish, and all the shrimp we could eat. Some nice wine. All during dinner, I kept glancing at Jamie, and giving her a wink, every now and then. She just smiled at me, and rubbed her feet against my legs. Then we went dancing, at a nice spot on the island. We danced together till the owner said, "sorry ladies, but we're closing in five minutes."

We both nodded in his direction, then hugged each other tight. Our breasts touching as we hugged. 

We ended our embrace, then gathered our things and went back to the hotel room. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

We barely got the door unlocked. Then we finally stumbled inside, dropped our purses, and tore into each other. Jamie pushed me down on the bed, and laid on top of me. First kissing me, then whispering some words in my ear. I lost all my senses at that moment, because Jamie's words were the words I wanted to hear, and at that moment, I wanted Jamie to fuck me like a rabbit.

She undid my dress, and I lifted my ass into the air as she slid the dress off of me, she then caressed my tits inside my bra, as she sighed. Then she unhooked it, and just stared at my tits, tossing my bra onto the floor behind her. Jamie laid there with this voracious look on her face. Then began massaging the aureoles stimulating them into nipples. Before taking one into her mouth. I love to have my nipples sucked, it feels so good to have Jamie's tongue under my nipple, her mouth draped over the top and her sucking like a newborn. She sucked one, then played with the other, massaging it, feeling the weight of it in her hand, pulling up on the nipple so carefully. I almost came right then. My body just shook, but then it digressed a little. Jamie's mouth was sucking away at my tits, her tongue bathing each nipple, massaging her tongue back and fourth. Causing a stir down below. I wanted Jamie inside me so much, I didn't know how long I was able to hold off. But I did.

Jamie moved further down my torso. Kissing me all the way down, laving her velvet tongue over my belly button. Tracing all around it, before laving inside. Then she kissed further down my body, and reached the top part of my thighs. I was in complete ecstasy, on another plane, out of this world, whatever phrase you want to use. I was out of it. She then sent kisses to my inner thighs. Then took her fingers and found my cunt. Ran her beautiful long fingers down my moistened lips. Before kissing them. Parting them with her tongue. Riding it up and down the inside of my lips, entering me slowly, before taking her tongue in and out of me. Now wet with my juices, and holding the hood of my clit, she then took her tongue and bathed it, over and over again. Then took her lips and began to suck on it. Soon my body stiffened, and I started to flow.

Sending wave upon wave through my body. My nectar flowing onto Jamie's velvet tongue. She lapped up all my juices. Then came up and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste my juices mixed with her saliva, and it tasted like honey. She held me for a moment, kissed and played about my body. Jamie was a good lover, but I still wanted her strap-on inside me. 

"Fuck me with your strap-on. I need you inside me. I want to feel you plunging inside me", I said. 

With that, I was on my knees, as Jamie strapped on her dildo. She entered me from behind, slowly, as to get me used to it. Before long, she was plunging her dildo inside of me with great fervor. I felt Jamie was fucking me like a man, but I guess if you were a voyeur you might think that. Except for her tits bouncing up and down. And I'm sure they were.

Mine were bouncing back and fourth, as Jamie fucked me with her dildo. As Jamie plunged into me from behind, she lowered herself enough to catch one of my tits in her hand, as she was fucking me. She massaged and kneaded my tit. And oh God, did that feel so good. I was moaning louder and louder as Jamie plunged into me harder and harder. You could hear her flesh hitting against my ass. Jamie and I had gotten to know each other a lot more in the last month, sexually, and otherwise. But sexually we've gotten so close, we basically climax together. And with Jamie fucking me harder and harder, I knew we were about to climax.

"Oh God! That feels so good dammit, fuck me" I shouted.

And with one last plunge, Jamie and I climaxed and fell on top of each other. We kissed and hugged one another, before Jamie removed her dildo from inside of me. I bent down and sucked on it like a woman sucking a mans cock. I wanted my juices in my mouth, and they tasted so good, like honey from a hive. "Jamie," I quickly said. "I want to fuck you. I want to plunge this strap-on inside you. To feel our flesh hitting against one another. To climax our sexes together, again." Then I kissed her.

And with that, Jamie spoke up and said, "only if you fuck me in the ass, sis."

With that, I strapped on the dildo, while Jamie got on her knees, and wiggled her cute little ass in the air, waiting for me to plunge inside of her. I gave Jamie's ass a slap with my bare hand.

Jamie shouted, "do it again sis."

I slapped her again, and again, and again, each time slapping her harder than before. You could hear each smack, against her ass, which was leaving red streaks.

Then I caressed her ass before entering it. Jamie was already wet there, from the come of our last session. I still entered slowly, as to not hurt her. Her ass taking more of the dildo, each time I leaned into her. Before you know it, I was all the way in, my hands on either sides of Jamie's hips, and was fucking that strap-on dildo full throttle inside my sisters ass. Our flesh hitting each other. My tits bouncing up and down, as my sisters were swinging back and fourth. Our flesh pounding each others with each thrust. This time Jamie was the one who was moaning.

"Oh God! Fuck me dammit Harder. F-u-c-kkk me." I heard her say. With each thrust, I realized that Jamie was a screamer. That's what Jamie has said about me.. I must be into our love making so much, that I just don't notice it. 

"Dammit, fuck me harder", she said again.

I plunged as hard as I could into Jamie's ass three or four more times, before our bodies stiffened, and we climaxed together. I took the dildo out of Jamie's ass, and pushed her down towards the bed, and told her to "roll over." She did, and I said "Suck my cock, woman."

Jamie sat up and said "Ohh, I like that command.." And went full throttle for my strap-on dildo. Licking it, sucking it.

I said, "suck it like your sucking a man's cock."

And she did. I placed my hand on the back of Jamie's head, holding her in place. Watching her suck my cock, like she was sucking a real man. Oh God, was it turning me on. The other end of the strap-on dildo was still inside me, and with each movement of Jamie's mouth, it was sending me closer and closer to another orgasm.

"Fuck me", I shouted. 

Still holding onto the back of Jamie's head with one hand, and the other massaging my tits. With Jamie's mouth sucking my cock, her tits were slightly bouncing. I love to watch my sisters tits, it's my one fetish. Her tits were bouncing, her head was bobbing, and I was getting a good view of it all. This felt so good, "Oh God, I'm gonna come", I shouted. "I'm gonna come." And with that, my body stiffened, and I came harder than I've ever come before.

Jamie took the dildo out of her mouth, then unhooked it from around my waist, and removed it from my pussy. Placed it on the bed next to her. Took her tongue and lapped the rest of my come onto her tongue. Before pulling me off my knees onto her, and laying down. She kissed me, and kneaded my tits, before cradling me in her arms. Spent from the evenings events, we fell fast asleep.

The next morning, we woke up. Both still in each others arms. We kissed each other, played tongues like two lovers on a dance floor. We finally got up and took a shower together. Then sat down and had some breakfast, courtesy of room service. We had sex again, Jamie fucking me, then me fucking Jamie. We took a nap together, and slept for a few hours, before we got up and fucked each other again.

We stayed like that for at least a few days. We fucked, we ordered room service, we let each other take a nap when we were tired. But the rule was, whenever one took a nap, we had to take a nap in the others arms.

I'd lay there, content in Jamie's arms. Her arms around me, and her hands kneading my tits. Just as I'd do for her.

Then when we woke up, we'd fuck each other again. It didn't matter if it was with the dildo, as it was a double dildo, or it was a classic 69 position, as long as we were fucking each other.

As we slept our last night in each others arms, I woke the next morning to the sound of the telephone. The hotel was reminding us that it was our last day, and hoped that we had a wonderful stay at the hotel.

I answered, "we sure did," as I starred at Jamie, still sound asleep.

When I hung up the phone, I laid atop Jamie, and gently kissed her lips. Jamie then woke up and starred into my eyes with a smile, then returning my kiss. I then broke the kiss, and told her that it was our last day.

Jamie protested, but I told her that we could have a quickie in the shower.

Jamie's face lit up like the fourth of July. But I could tell by the look on Jamie's face, that it wouldn't be a quickie, and that was alright with me.

We finished our 'fuck session' in the shower. With us ending our shower with rinsing ourselves off.

We got out and dried our bodies, and then our hair. We splashed on some make up, then went into the bedroom and found a clean pair of bra's and panties, and laid them onto the bed. With that, we both went to the closet and grabbed our suitcases and put them onto the bed. We both opened them up, then went back and grabbed our cloths from the closet, and put them into the suitcases, both leaving out an outfit we bought from QVC, off the Susan Graver line. We both just loved QVC and Susan Graver. We bought her stuff all the time.

Well anyways, we both went to the dresser drawers and grabbed our personal things. I went into the bathroom and checked to see if we missed anything in there. We had everything. The hairdryer was courtesy of the hotel. So I unplugged it and wrapped the cord around it, and placed it in the holder for the next person.

Then I went back out to our room , and closed my suitcase. We both got dressed, but not without a few tweaks of our nipples, and a few kisses, and licks.

I wanted to stay a few extra days. The hotel asked us when they called, if we wanted to extend our stay. Thinking back on it, I wish I had said yes.

We finally got ourselves dressed and took our purses under our arms, and carried what little luggage we had to the elevator. We a little luggage so it didn't seem appropriate that we call the bellhop. So we did it ourselves.

Jamie and I finally reached the lobby, and exit4ed the elevator when the doors opened. We both went up the counter, when the man asked, "Can I help you ladies."

"Oh, we're just here to leave our room key," I said.

"Well then, I hope your stay in our hotel was to your liking?," said the man.

"It was wonderful," I replied.

"More than you know," replied Jamie, then winked at the man behind the counter, as I handed him our room key.

"Thank you, and come again,:" said the man behind the counter.

Jamie and I left the hotel, and hailed a taxi, that brought us to the airport. 

We both took the same flight back, with a stop over in California. That's when we parted and took different flights. With me going back to Virginia and her back to Arizona. Granted, her flight wasn't as long as mine, but we sat together holding hands all the way to California.

When we got off the plane in California, we said our goodbye's with a promise to go on another vacation together, real soon.

We both decided that our husbands were great, but the love that we felt from each other, was like no other. I finally realized that I LOVED JAMIE, and I was IN LOVE with her. 

We both vowed that, we would keep in touch, more often. "Maybe once a month", I asked.?

With that, Jamie said "it's a deal. I love you sis."

"And I love you, Jamie."



Sisters Ch. 03: Persistence



"It's my sister, Patch. I'm at my sister's funeral. I'm not coming back to do a show tomorrow!" Donna was getting agitated. For all his marketing savvy and his adeptness at promoting talent, Patch had next to no sense of friendship, family, or anything that didn't have a profitable bottom line. This was not the conversation she wanted to be having while still in the black dress she had worn to Penny's funeral. Her cheeks were just regaining some of their warmth after the graveside service and the crazy conversations that followed. 

"I don't suppose saying 'The show must go on' will make any difference?" he suggested, his accent hard to pin down. Some kind of foreign flavor, but Donna suspected it was faked anyway. Faking an accent was just the thing Patch would do to give himself an edge - to make himself memorable when he talked to people. 

"Not unless you want to succeed in making me angry," she replied tersely. 

"You've never been angry, dear, it's part of your charm. Sweet, kind, girl-next-door Donna. All the girls want to be your friend and all the guys hope they can bring out your secret wild side. That's why you have so many fans, baby. You're so nice." 

"Patch, I'm not talking about my image here. I'll be back in about a week; I need some time off. I told you to clear my schedule. You said you'd cleared my schedule." 

"That was your scouting trips, dear. I didn't think you wanted me to cancel your own show, too." 

"I won't be there, Patch." 

"Then maybe I'll have to find some new talent to fill in for you." 

"That doesn't scare me, Patch. You should know better." 

He sighed. "OK, OK. You call my bluff. I fold. No more threats. I'll call the manager. He won't be happy." 

"Tell him I'll do my CD release show at his venue this spring, free of charge." 

"He'll like that." 

"I know he will, Patch. Now call him." 

"I will, I will. Talent, beauty, and brains. You are quite the ticket, Donnabella," he schmoozed. 

"Two out of three, anyway," she mumbled. Donna never liked flattery, especially false flattery. 

"Hey, before you hang up, I'm sending you an address. I want you to check out a show near you. I hear good things about this one." 

"I'm not working this week, Patch," she said, exasperated. 

"Then don't work. Go, enjoy the show, and then next week think about what you saw and heard." 

"You're incorrigible," she moaned. 

"And you'd be lost without me," he said proudly. 

Donna rolled her eyes. 

"You're rolling your eyes at me, I can hear it," laughed Patch. 

"Good-bye, Patch." 

"Promise me you'll see the show," he pleaded. 

"Good-bye, Patch!" She hung up the phone and looked at the message he had sent. The show was the next night, and the address was local. She searched for the artist's web page and found nothing. He seemed to be a local guy with some talent but no idea how to sell himself. Perfect - that was just the kind of thing that Donna, talent scout and star maker, specialized in. 

******* 

Donna looked around at the hotel room. It was pretty standard, virtually indistinguishable from the hundreds of rooms she'd stayed in before. She had an apartment somewhere - just on the outskirts of Nashville. Only in the past year had she begun to stay there for more than a few weeks out of each year. She did OK as a performer, but it was clear her career wasn't skyrocketing towards stardom. Enough to pay some modest bills, maybe, but not much more. But she did have a knack for finding and developing new talent. When her manager saw that, she connected her with Patch and his agency. Since then, she'd been equal parts performer and scout. While it was frustrating to see some of the artists she'd "discovered" do much better than she ever would, it was hard to argue with the paychecks. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she let herself drop back onto the blankets. While every hotel chain advertised giving their guests a more comfortable night's sleep than the competition, it was all bullshit. Every bed felt the same. She had slept on hundreds. Hundreds. And it wasn't the bed that makes you comfortable. It's everything but the bed. It's a feeling of cleanness around you, a lack of unnecessary noises, the ability to control the room temperature. It's all that and a dozen other factors. Give her a nice room and she could sleep well on the floor. She had actually done that once when she found out at 2 a.m., coming back from a show, that the bedsheets still enshrouded a used condom from a previous guest. She had called housekeeping but then fell asleep on the floor before they arrived. She had slept peacefully, not considering even once what forms of grossness might be lurking in the carpet. 

She realized her thoughts were racing. She wasn't focusing. What was she supposed to be thinking about? What had been on her mind before Patch called? There was something important. Something her subconscious was trying to shout out, to draw her attention to... What could it have been? Where had she been today? Was it another show? No... her dress... the cold air outside... Penny's funeral... Shit! 

She had seen Hannah. 

Hannah had left when Donna was twelve years old and never wrote back when Donna emailed her. The youngest sister hadn't known why Hannah had left or where she was going. Their father had laughed and written Hannah off with some crude names. Donna had thought he just didn't know how to deal with grief. Donna had resented her sister for abandoning them like that. And now, sixteen years later, she's suddenly there. And the things she had said... 

She said Daddy raped her. Maybe not just once. And maybe Penny too? In her head Donna refused to believe it. But her heart was pumping furiously, assuring her that it was true, that it made sense. She needed to think, she needed to clear her head, which meant... 

Donna unlocked her suitcase and pulled out her viola. The hotel had been empty enough that they could accommodate her request for a room with no neighbor, provided she promised not to play late at night or early in the morning. Tucking the comfortingly familiar instrument under her chin, she zipped her fingers up and down a few arpeggios before starting in on an old gypsy melody. She let the feel of the song propel her along, flowing from one melody to the next. Sometimes she found herself humming a harmony and at other times she realized she wasn't even paying attention - her fingers worked from muscle memory and she was halfway through a song before she realized what she was playing. 

She ended on one prolonged note that faded softly into the empty room. Her eyes closed, she had managed to forget for a moment when and where she stood. But then she remembered the grave and the sad story of Penny's final years. She regretted so much. And then Hannah... 

She sat down and wept softly for the happiness that might have been. 

******* 

Meanwhile, after several hours of driving, Hannah was sitting at a diner, nervously drumming her fingers on the table. The gray-haired waitress refilled her coffee and callously asked, "Still gonna wait? Been an hour." 

"Excuse me," came a voice from behind her. The waitress stepped aside, raised her eyebrows in slight surprise, then walked away. 

"Sorry... bad accident on the interstate and my phone battery was dead," Wes explained, sliding into the booth across from her. 

Hannah winced when she saw him. Scars were visible on his face, scars she had given him. The beard was gone and his glasses were different. 

"Why didn't you want to meet me at your house?" she began, not intending to start so aggressively. 

"Because I've done a lot of reflecting on what our relationship was like, and I needed a place where we could talk plainly without you turning us towards sex whenever I ask hard questions or talk about things you don't like." The Wes she had known wasn't so direct. Now he seemed almost angry from the start. Maybe she couldn't blame him. The last time she had seen him, he was in a hospital bed from the beating she had administered. Even though it had been an accident, it couldn't be easy to face her again. 

"You don't want to have sex with me?" 

"Didn't end so well last time," he muttered. 

They both laughed at that, and for a moment, the palpable hostility between them seemed to dissolve. But then Wes shifted in his seat and said, "No. Not really. Because I don't know who you are, and I'm not into sex with strangers."  

Hannah objected, "Wes, you know me, we..."' 

He stopped her with a raised palm. "There's a lot I don't know, and it seems like some of it is pretty important. I can't share a roof... and a bed... and my life with someone who is hiding all that. Everyone has secrets, Hannah, but not the big stuff. You don't hide the big stuff from someone you love." Hannah bit her lip in frustration and looked away. Loving someone sounded much more complicated than she wanted it to be. 

Wes went on, "I'm not saying never. I'm saying... maybe we moved too quickly. And yes, sex was a big part of that, because you are so... so gorgeous and so... eager. I think it clouded my judgment." 

"You're right..." Hannah admitted. "I have some... issues. Some history. And I don't know how to deal with that. But I want to try. And I t-..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I trust you to be a part of that," Hannah said, reaching across the table to hold Wes's hand. It seemed like the thing normal people do in those situations. 

Wes pulled his hand back and leaned his body away from her. "And I'm saying I don't know if I do, if I want to try." 

Hannah wasn't used to this. She had never been denied. She had always done the leaving. She felt... powerless. She looked out the window and blinked a few times, trying to take in this unprecedented and completely unexpected turn of events. She had thought Wes would be happy to have her back; she had thought he would be waiting for her. She had expected to spend that very night in bed with him, showing him how sorry she was and feeling his warmth inside and out, in her body and in her soul.  

She didn't know how long she had been staring out the window, thinking, but eventually Wes stood up. Her shocked eyes followed him as he stepped away from the table. 

"It's a lot to take in all at once, Hannah," he said. "I mean, I thought you were gone for good. And we didn't leave on the best of terms. You didn't even wait for me to get out of the hospital, or even to be able to talk again." 

"Wes, if you would just let me..." 

"No. No, Hannah. I mean, I've been very patient and generous, and I like to think I'm a nice guy, but even nice guys have limits." 

"Please, Wes," she begged, tears starting to form. Hannah hated crying. She didn't even know how to do it right. 

He leaned in and spoke in a lower voice. "I'm just saying that if you're serious about this, it's going to take some time. And I'm not sure you're willing to do that." He picked up his coat as Hannah felt his words sink in. Shrugging it onto his shoulders, he said, "But if you decide you are, then give me a call. I'm willing to at least hear you out." 

******* 

Donna ate at a local pub, then walked the few blocks to the venue where she was supposed to scout out this local talent. The city wasn't big enough to have a real, thriving music scene, so she guessed this guy was a big fish in a small pond. But Patch's sources were usually reliable, so if he had heard good things... 

Arriving at the venue, she was surprised to see that it wasn't a planned performance, but an open-mic night. She immediately texted Patch. 

Hey, are you sure about this? It's an open mic night. 

Taking a seat at the counter, Donna ordered a drink. The room was nearly full, but not crowded. A gaunt, middle-aged man with an electric guitar took the stage and played some blues riffs along with a drum track pumped through his amp. It was OK, but nothing special. Her phone buzzed. 

I'm sure. He ALWAYS plays the open mic night. 

Two college-age guys took the stage with acoustic guitars in hand. They covered a couple of pop songs and then played an uninspired original piece. One of them had pretty decent guitar skills but neither was very impressive. 

How will I know which one is him? she texted. 

She suffered through one woman's attempt at a show tune. When the gaudily dressed lady sat at the piano, Donna didn't mind listening to her play, but once she opened her mouth, Donna wanted to walk out. She was glad the house rules limited each performer to ten minutes, generally. 

Trust me, you'll know, Patch wrote back. Smug. 

She ordered another drink and watched a handsome young cowboy take the stage. He had a winning smile and a slight goatee. Donna squirmed in her seat, playfully fantasizing about getting to work closely with this young talent. Please let it be him, she thought. She wasn't his type, she was sure, but it was fun to imagine. 

A few seconds in and she knew it wasn't him. Image she could create. Talent she could not. Her disappointment must have been evident in the way she sighed and looked down to stir her drink. Someone just to her left said, "Don't worry; he only ever does one song." 

Donna laughed and turned to look at her co-sufferer. "Every time?" she asked with a smile. 

A tall, brown-haired guy about her age shook his head slowly and said, "Same song. Every. Damn. Time." 

"Is everyone here a regular?" she prodded, wondering if she could get some inside information. 

"Just about. Hardly anyone is serious about performing. It's just a way to blow off some steam after work and maybe hear some people cheer for you." 

"Are you here to watch anyone in particular?" she asked, trying to stay focused on her job and not to get lost in the hazel eyes that kept meeting her gaze. 

"No... not exactly... I..." he was cut off by a hearty cheer from the crowd, which had nearly doubled since Donna had arrived. People stood all around, holding drinks and chatting. It was a nice environment with a very positive vibe. 

"Excuse me," he said, slipping off his stool and walking away. Donna was confused and only slightly offended. It didn't surprise her when she couldn't hold a man's interest. His stool was quickly taken by half of a couple who had been standing nearby. Moments later, Donna watched in momentary confusion as her conversation partner took the stage to the sound of much applause. 

He rolled a little cart from the rear of the stage, revealing an assorted range of instruments. She watched as he moved his hand across the line-up, seeming to debate which instrument to start with. She smiled as the audience cheered and hollered, trying to cajole him into choosing one or the other. Good - he knew that he had to play the crowd just as well as he played his music. Finally, he snatched a fiddle and tucked it under his chin. 

She would not have expected to hear an Irish jig in a place like that. She certainly would not have expected the crowd to enjoy it as much as they did. And she also didn't expect him to transition seamlessly into a guitar-driven ballad that he sang beautifully. 

Donna knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was him. Only after his fifth or sixth number did she realize that he had gone well over the usual ten-minute allotment. Twenty minutes stretched into thirty and no one seemed to mind or make a move to stop him. When he finished his set, the crowd cheered and asked for more. He said it was time for a short break, but that there would be more people playing in a few minutes. 

She tried to find him during the break, but he was predictably swamped by well-wishers and fans. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the attention, which Donna knew was something they'd have to work on. There were tricks to that, too. 

In the meantime, she needed a way to get his attention, and an idea occurred to her. She chatted with the waitress and tracked down the woman the waitress pointed out to her. The woman said the line-up was full, but a few twenties slipped onto her clipboard got Donna a slot. 

After the break, a few more forgettable acts took the stage, and then it was Donna's turn. She played a popular number on the piano, convincing the crowd to sing along with her on the choruses. Then, risking creating a bad situation, she went up to the other mic and politely asked if she could use one of the instruments on the cart. She knew he would feel pressured to say yes in so public a scene. Donna took the guitar and played a short original piece that was usually well-received at her shows. She was sure to get eye contact with her target. 

And then for the tricky part. Finishing the song and putting down the guitar, she picked up another instrument from the cart. Having earned the good will of the crowd, she said, "I'd like to do one more number, but I need some help. Would the owner of this mandolin please join me on stage?" Cheers all around. His friends pushed him forward and he stumbled awkwardly up the steps. Donna handed him the mandolin and said, "May I?" as she picked up his ukulele. Time to see how good he really was. 

Donna strummed the opening bars of "Baby It's Cold Outside." A light of recognition shone in his eyes and he began playing along. They didn't nail the lyrics, but they got them close enough, earning a laugh whenever one of them would stumble on a line. Donna had always been a solo act, and it had been a long time - probably since high school - since she had felt that much chemistry with another performer. But this time she didn't want to stop. Inevitably the song ended, and by then Donna knew what she needed to know. She exited the stage to much applause, leaving her partner in song to begin his next set. 

Someone offered her a stool at the bar, and as she sat down, a drink appeared in front of her unbidden. As she sipped on the fruity alcohol and listened to the music, a familiar accent spoke behind her. "I told you you would know it was him." 

Donna spun around and punched Patch in the shoulder. "What are you doing here, you bastard?" She was playfully angry. 

"Since you weren't going to work, I had to make sure someone scoped out this guy." 

"You are such a..." 

"Never mind that. He's good, no?" 

"Yes," she had to admit. "He's good." 

"And you two sound good together, I think." 

"But you already knew that, didn't you?" 

"Maybe," he said, with that smug look she had seen too many times already. "But now the only question is, which one of us talks to him after the show?" 

Patch let the question hang in the air for a moment before it got its inevitable answer. "I'd like to talk to him," Donna stated, not taking her eyes off the stage. She could easily let herself get enchanted by his motion as he played. She wished she could look half that good when she was performing. 

"Good. Shall I stick around?" 

"Does it matter how I answer?" 

"No, not really," he smiled. "But I will make myself scarce," he said. "I'll see you back home, Donnabella." 

The crowd was just cheering as their beloved hometown bard exited the stage. He looked around the room a bit, tall enough to peer over most of the heads that surrounded him. When his eyes turned in Donna's direction, she raised her glass a bit and smiled. He smiled back and started heading towards her, handshake by handshake. 

When he got close enough, she asked over the din, "Do you need to pack up?" 

"Nah, my buddy'll put stuff in the back and I'll get it in the morning." 

"Then let's take a walk," she suggested. 

"Good idea." 

"I'm Donna," she said, offering her hand. 

"Steve," he replied, shaking it and giving her a half smile that was hard to look away from. Oh, girl, she told herself, don't go down that road! 




Sisters Ch. 03: Persistence



******* 

It wasn't easy to slip out of the crowd, but eventually the pair made their way down the block and out of sight. Donna shoved her hands in the pockets of her thick coat and said, "I'm not from around here, so you lead the way." 

Steve pulled a knit cap out of his pocket and pulled it tight over his head. He seemed to be looking for words. Finally, he asked, "So what brings you to town? Visiting someone?" 

"Sort of," Donna answered, then added, "A family thing." She didn't want to change the tone of their conversation by mentioning her sister's funeral. 

"Well, I'm glad your path brought you here tonight," he replied after a moment of silence. "I really enjoyed watching you perform." 

They walked along dimly lit main roads, never far from a few restaurants and clubs that were still open so late in the evening. Donna let the conversation remain informal for a bit, establishing a bond of trust that would help her with the task at hand. Finally, during a lull in the conversation, she said, "So... you're pretty good on stage." 

Steve gave an embarrassed smile and glanced her way. "Next to you I sound downright amateurish," he said, watching the puff of breath dissipate into the night air. 

"I wouldn't say that," Donna replied sincerely. "In fact, I was wondering if it's something you'd want to do for a living... professionally." 

Steve's eyebrows went up and he sighed loudly. "Yeah. Definitely, yeah. That... That's the plan... or the dream, maybe. But it's not been easy to get my foot in the door. There's a lot of talent out there and you need..." 

"Consider this the door, Steve," Donna interrupted. "And you don't need a foot in it, because I'm opening it for you." She handed him the business card she had been holding in her pocket for the duration of their walk. Steve took it with uncertainty; he spent a minute reading it carefully. 

"Oh," he said at last. 

"I came here tonight to check you out. And... I like what I saw." 

"Oh," he said again. "You liked... the show." 

"Yeah," Donna said, unsure why he seemed disappointed. "I think we can help you. If you want us to, that is. Check out the web page tonight, take a look at some of the acts we've managed. You'll recognize more than a few names on the list, I'm sure." 

"And that's what this little walk was about?" he asked, narrowing his eyes a bit. 

"To size you up, yeah. And to get some privacy for a talk like this. It's not easy to discuss these things when there's a crowd pressing around." 

His face was unreadable for a moment, and then he shook his head and straightened up. "Yeah. Of course. I mean, I'm interested to hear what you would offer, and all that. I have some old demos in my car, if you want. I just didn't expect..." 

"It's late, Steve. It's late and I'm cold. Call me tomorrow sometime. I'll be in town another day or two, at least. If you're interested, we can get together; you can bring your questions and I'll bring my answers. How does that sound?" 

"That sounds great, Donna," he said, showing less enthusiasm than she was used to seeing in these conversations. Maybe his off-stage presence needed work. Holding up the business card, he looked in her eyes and asked, "This is your number, here?" 

"Yep," Donna said, flagging down a cab. "Call me tomorrow, OK?" 

"How about lunch?" he said loudly as she opened the door to the car. "Can I take you to lunch?" 

"Lunch is fine," she said, putting her elbows on the top of the open door. "Our treat!" She slid into the seat and pulled the door shut as the car drove away. As the warmth of the car thawed out her cheeks, Donna breathed out and let her recruiter persona melt away. She could usually hide herself behind the confident act she had practiced for years. But it was so draining to keep that up all night. 

She forced herself not to look out the rear window at Steve. She had fought the urge to dwell on how cute he was. Tall, slim, shy, soft-spoken... The kind of guy who frequented her daydreams. The kind of guy she vainly wished would find her attractive and engaging. It was one thing to have fans admire her from a distance, but real flesh-and-blood men were another story. She couldn't compete with the model-shaped divas that ran in her circles. Donna had talent, but so did almost everyone who lasted in the industry. What sold tickets was image - the kind of image that could sell magazine covers and that made the execs want to put your picture on a web page or poster or album cover. 

Arriving back in her room, Donna dropped her coat and scarf on a chair near the door. She paused to look at herself in the mirror. She was shorter than her sisters and the only one of the three not to have long, straight, beautiful blonde hair. Her own brown tresses curled slightly as they passed her shoulders. And while both Hannah and Penny were thin, Donna's build was naturally thicker and fuller. Her belly wasn't large, but it had enough of a curve to make her reconsider her eating habits while on the road. She had a healthy bust, which she used to carry proudly in light of her sisters' small chests, until she overheard her father comment that it didn't matter if a dumpy car had a nice set of headlights. Since then, she had tended towards looser outfits. 

Tired from the day or, rather, exhausted from the week, Donna stretched out on the bed, not even pulling the covers back. She thought about the cute musician she had met that night. If only their late-night stroll had been with other purposes in mind. She would have let him lead her to a bench, let him slide his hand up her blouse as their lips passed warmth back and forth... 

Donna closed her eyes and rubbed a hand slowly across her belly. Sliding that hand under the waistband of her pants, she fantasized about going back to his apartment and pretending to be interested in coffee. She pictured them on his couch, then reclining, then in a bed. She felt her body warming with each touch, both real and imagined. In her fantasy, her body was thinner and guys couldn't keep their eyes off her. Steve was telling her how hot she was, never breaking eye contact as he climbed on top of her naked body. She moaned softly, picturing her limbs wrapping smoothly around his slender frame, smiling to herself as she imagined heard him breathe compliments softly in her ear. His hand in her hair, the other sliding down to her thigh... 

And then her stomach growled. Her daydream disappeared as quickly as a channel changing on the TV. With a sigh, she flopped her hand over to the nightstand and picked up the room service menu, checking to make sure they still delivered at that hour. Just a bite to get me to sleep, she told herself. But before she could find something she liked, her phone began ringing over in her coat pocket. That'll be Patch wanting an update, she thought as she hurried to get the phone before it flipped to voicemail. 

She hit the button as she put the phone to her ear and said, "I think he's hooked, but I'll know for sure after lunch tomorrow. Now can you give me a little space, for Christ's sake?" 

Instead of Patch's confident laugh, she heard a feminine chuckle. "My, my," she heard. "Someone's a little tense." 

Shocked, she pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the number. 

"Hannah?" she asked softly. 

"Yeah, it's me. I snagged your number the other day." The other day, Donna thought. At Penny's funeral. After you told me our father had raped the two of you. Yeah... just another day. 

"Donna? You still there?" 

"Yeah... just... a little stunned, OK?" 

"Look. I'm sorry for calling so late and everything. I just... Maybe this was a mistake... Never mind." 

"No!" Donna shouted into the phone. "Don't go... please. I'm glad you called, really." 

Silence on the other end worried Donna. But then she heard a sigh. "Donna, I feel like... I should... I need to talk to someone. And... I don't exactly have any friends. At least, not the kind you talk to about... stuff. Y'know?" 

"Sure. Sure, we can talk. Did you leave town already, or are you still around?" 

"I left right after I saw you and... everyone else," she said, her voice shaky. "I went to go find someone, to try to... but, it's harder than I thought." She laughed and sniffled. 

"Well, do you want to talk now? Where are you?" 

"I'm miles and miles away, babe. I'm at a motel in Franklin." 

"Tennessee?" 

"Yeah, I've been..." 

"Shut up! I live in Nashville!" Donna was inexplicably excited at the thought of reconnecting with Hannah. "Sit tight for a day or two. I'm driving back tomorrow right after lunch, OK?" 

"OK," Hannah replied, her voice even. 

"Promise me you won't go anywhere," Donna said firmly. 

"No promises. But I'll probably be here." 

Donna sighed. Good enough. 

******* 

Donna was distracted through lunch. Steve was very nice, and he made a lot of eye-contact. He seemed more confident than he had the previous night, and he had good questions about Donna's agency. Most of his questions seemed to be about Donna's role, her background, her life as a performer and that sort of thing. Donna answered candidly and easily, talking more about herself than she had planned, but Steve was a great listener and seemed to keep wanting to hear more. 

When it seemed Steve was prepared to hear an offer, Donna laid out some details. At this point, when it got to some of the legal and financial information, most artists were in over their heads. Steve was no exception. 

"Do I have to sign something now?" he asked. 

"No, of course not," Donna answered. Usually at this point she would try to convince them to sign anyway, but that usually took a lot of conversation and reassurances. Donna didn't want to spend her afternoon that way, knowing Hannah was (still, she hoped) waiting for her. 

"What happens after I sign?" he asked. "What's the next step?" 

"You move to Nashville and we get you set up in an apartment there." 

"Do you live there?" 

"Yeah, when I'm not on the road." Steve nodded in understanding. Donna continued, "You'll go through a lot of sessions with our staff, auditioning and refining some of your sound and songwriting; we'll book some small shows and have you as an opening act to train you as a performer. You've got more talent than a lot of people I've worked with, and your stage presence has a lot of charm, but there's still work to do. Once we get you in the lifestyle for a few months, we'll see how it goes from there." 

"Will I see you around? Are you part of that process, or are you just the bait that drags me in?" he asked with a smile. 

"Oh, I'll be around. Everyone with our agency sees each other - we share shows, sing on each other's albums... that sort of thing." 

"OK." 

"OK?" She wasn't sure what that meant. 

"OK. Give me a couple weeks to pack up and quit my job and all that. I'll move down there and sign." He said it all so casually, like he was agreeing to go to the movies or something. 

"My only 'demand,'" he added, punctuating the word 'demand' with air quotes, "is that you let me take you out to dinner once I get there... to thank you." 

Donna laughed nervously. "Steve, this is my job. You don't need to thank me. Just work hard and make us money." Steve wasn't the first one to think he had to keep playing her in order to get the deal. 

"Dinner. I'm serious." 

"Fine," she said, playfully rolling her eyes and smiling at his friendly demeanor. "Dinner." 

******* 

Hannah was digging through her purse. The coffee shop didn't allow smoking, and she knew she didn't have cigarettes anywhere on her person, but she felt compelled to check for the 15th time in an hour. 

So sorry...I'm almost there, Donna texted. Hannah glanced at the message, widened her eyes in frustration, and tossed the phone into her purse. Putting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, she exhaled loudly, blowing a tuft of hair from her face. It wasn't that she cared about punctuality. It was that she was fighting the urge to walk out the door, dropping her phone in the trash can on the way out. Donna had her number now, and so did Wes. She felt exposed and was ready to once again walk away from it all. 

It would be easier that way, she thought. 

Only easier for now, an unfamiliar voice in her head urged her. Harder in the end. 

No, she told herself, I'm pretty sure it's easier not to feel, not to care. But I'm not convinced that it's better. I've mistaken easier and better for a while now... 

Donna hurried in the door, shaking an umbrella and leaving it in a large bin near the entrance. She looked around the room and smiled broadly when she spotted her sister. 

Sitting across a small table from one another, the two siblings took turns opening their mouths but then closing them. After a few moments of false starts, Donna confessed, "I don't even know where to begin. I'm just so glad you're here." 

Putting the fingers of one hand on the bridge of her nose, Hannah closed her eyes and said, "Look, there's obviously a lot we could talk about. But I don't want to get into all that right away. This... this isn't real easy for me." When she had finished speaking, she looked up to find Donna's eyes. 

Donna closed her lips and nodded. Holding back a deep breath, she said, "OK," with visible restraint. Then, after giving Hannah a chance to go on, she said, "So... what do you want to talk about?" 

Hannah looked to the side, then glanced at the phone in her purse. She weaved her head from side to side, then finally said, "I... I don't understand people. And you seem... kinda normal. My way of doing things isn't working out, and I guess I'm looking for... advice? Like... How do you fix a relationship that you may have screwed up? Like, if you really want to fix it, you really want another chance. How do you convince the other person to... to..." 

"To forgive you?" Donna offered softly. 

Hannah winced at that word. "To give you a second chance," she said. 

Donna looked around a little and half-shrugged. "I don't... It's different for everyone, I think. But... Hannah, this just seems weird. I don't know anything about you. You... You don't know anything about me. I don't know if I can just jump in and have a conversation pretending there's no big herd of elephants in the room." She shrunk down a little, bracing for a reaction, wondering if Hannah was trying to approach fixing their relationship in a round-about way. 

"See," said Hannah, waving her hand in the air. "That's what I mean. I don't get that. I don't get it at all. I need you to explain things like that to me." 

"You don't understand that we are practically strangers?" 

"I get that. I just don't understand what difference it makes." 

"OK," Donna said, trying to shift gears. Perhaps she needed to just take what she could get. "For starters, you need to be honest and you need to own up to your mistakes." 

"OK," said Hannah, staring intently at her sister. 

"And you need to acknowledge her... I mean, the other person's feelings about it... and not belittle how they feel. Give them the right to be angry or upset or hurt." Donna's voice conveyed some of her own hurt towards her sister. 

"And I guess you need to give them reason to believe that you sincerely want a second chance. Try to give them a picture of what you want things to look like moving forward." 

Hannah had closed her eyes, but was still nodding in response. 

"But you also need to accept that it's their right to say yes or no. You can't force anything. They might need time, or they might just say no. Does that make sense?" 

Hannah's knee had begun bouncing under the table, making the surface shake a little. "Yeah," she said, opening her eyes. Then standing up, she put her purse on her shoulder and said, "Thanks Dee. I'll see you later." Without waiting for a response, she hurried towards the door and walked out into the rain. Donna sat there, eyes wide in disbelief. 

******* 

Wes couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Donna was on his doorstep, in the pouring rain, launching into a prepared speech. He stopped her mid-sentence and pointed towards the garage. At the touch of a button, the big door began opening. Wes shut the front door, holding back a large dog that had been barking at the stranger on the porch. 

A moment later, the former lovers were standing in the spacious garage. Hannah made no move to take off her jacket, and Wes made no offer to take it. The scene played out like something from a romance film. Hannah stood facing him, admitted how she'd wronged him and asked to reconcile. The rain on her face made it seem like she was crying, though Wes knew better. Her voice was stoic and unwavering, more suitable for a business report than a confession. 

He listened quietly until she started talking about what she hoped their relationship could look like in the future. He stopped her with a raised hand and said, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Hannah. I appreciate what you're doing here, but... dammit, it's not that easy! 

Hannah growled in frustration. "I just don't get it," she said, wiping some of the water from her face. "Why can't you just invite me in, pick up where we left off, and then we can talk about the details later?" 

"Because we left off with me in the hospital and you deciding you were ready to move on," Wes replied without flinching. 

"You know what I mean," Hannah objected. "Before that. Let's... let's go spend the night together, get reacquainted, release some tension, get it out of our system. Then we can talk about this bit by bit. I'll... I'll explain some things... and I'll show you how sorry I am." She tried to move slowly towards him, pushing her chest out and swaying her hips as she moved. Usually, this was easy, seduction was second nature to her. But standing in front of Wes, Hannah felt clumsy and awkward. 

Nevertheless, he stared at her. Regardless of how she felt, Hannah was mesmerizing. But then shaking his head, Wes answered, "I think you should leave for the night," and pointed towards the door. 

"I don't understand," Hannah whined. "Why can't you just let me back in? Just use me for a night if you want!" 

Wes creased his brow in anger. "Are you serious? How do you not understand this? I told you, I don't just want a body. Don't just offer me that! I want a person, a whole person. So until you're ready to offer me that, then we have nothing more to talk about!" 

As he spoke, Hannah slowly backed away until she was just at the entrance to the garage. The rain was lightening up, but it still fell steadily. She turned around and walked to her car, watching Wes disappear inch by inch as the garage door closed. Once it had shut and she could see the light go out, she folded her arms across the steering wheel and rested her chin on them. She picked up Penny's note from its resting spot on the dashboard. Then, looking back at the spot where Wes had been standing, she murmured, "But I don't think I'll ever be a whole person." 

******* 

Donna walked into her office at the agency the next morning. The few other staffers were gathered around a screen, watching a performance. As she got closer, she recognized the sounds of "Baby It's Cold Outside." Patch turned and saw her approaching. He walked over to her, beaming. 

"Everyone loves it, babe. You two sound great together." 

"Did they see the rest of his show?" Donna asked. 

"Only the first half. I didn't record anything after your little stunt," he said. "Very clever, I have to admit. Very clever." 




Sisters Ch. 03: Persistence



"Well, I think it worked. He's planning to be down here in a couple weeks to sign the papers." 

"Donnabella!" Patch shouted, giving her a hug. "You are the best!" 

Turning towards the shout, one of Donna's coworkers, Troy, came over. "I've got some ideas for this guy," he said, standing so close that Donna had to crane her neck to see his face. "And you should be a part of them. The two of you splitting a show would be amazing. Great chemistry, really." 

"It was just one song," she tried to protest. 

"Don't give me that," Troy teased. "I can tell you feel it, just by watching the video. You can't hide that chemistry." 

"It's true," Patch added. "You could feel it in the air. It was like... like something sensual." 

"I was surprised you didn't go after him," Donna teased Patch. 

"Well," he mumbled with a shy half-smile, "let me know if he's interested..." 

"And what about off stage?" Troy asked, his shining smile standing out from his dark complexion. "Was there chemistry off stage, too?" 

"Don't be silly Troy," She said, trying to sound nonchalant. "There was nothing like that. We had a simple business conversation." 

"That's not what I see in his eyes when he looks at you on the stage," Troy insisted. "He looks smitten." 

"He looks like someone who knows talent when he sees it. And since that's the business we're in, we should get back to work," Donna said, lightheartedly shooing Troy and Patch away from her work station. 

She looked across the aisle at the video from the night before. Well, at least one of the people on the stage was smitten, she knew that for sure. 

******* 

Do you have plans for Thanksgiving? Donna hadn't heard from Hannah since their very brief chat at the coffee shop a week earlier. She wasn't sure how to talk to her sister, but a text-messaged dinner invitation seemed safe enough. 

No. Well, at least she got a response. 

Having a few friends over. Wanna come? Still in town? 

She got no response for several hours and assumed she wouldn't hear back. But before she left work that day, she received a simple, OK. 

Donna smiled. 

******* 

It was Thanksgiving afternoon. Donna had sent her address and the time, but Hannah hadn't shown. Dinner was just about ready and everyone was helping to get food on the table. A ring of the doorbell made Donna's heart race. Patch was answering the door. 

"Hello, hello, hello!" came Patch's distinctive voice from the entryway. Then he shouted back to the group, "Did somebody invite a goddess to dinner?" Donna hurried down the hall and greeted her sister with an awkward hug. Leading her to the table, she said, "Everyone, this is Hannah, my oldest sister..." 

"Not the one who just died, I assume," interjected Patch, eliciting winces, groans, and grimaces all around. 

She then introduced Patch, Troy, Lana, Fiona, and Steve. "Patch, Troy, and Lana all work with me, and Fiona and Steve are some of the artists we represent," she explained. 

As Hannah took off her coat, she handed Donna a bag. "I brought this," she said. Donna opened the bag and looked inside. Before she could even see it, she smelled it. Donna smiled broadly and hugged her sister. "You remembered!" She took the bag into the kitchen, leaving Hannah to explain. 

"Uh... we both hate pumpkin. So when we were little, on the night before Thanksgiving we would get up in the middle of the night, throw away the pumpkin pie and make a peanut butter pie instead." As she told the story, Hannah began to smile in contented self-forgetfulness. "No one knew we'd made the switch until they took a bite. After two years in a row, our mother told us it was fine to make the new pie but to stop throwing away the pumpkin pie." 

"That. Is. Adorable," said Lana in a thick New Jersey accent. "I wish I had a sister." 

Donna returned with the pie on a plate, and everyone sat down to dinner. For Donna, this had been her typical holiday experience for a few years, other than the few times she had flown home for Christmas. For Hannah, however, this was one of the first times she had been in such a large and warm group. She spent most of the time listening, unsure how to interact with people like this. 

Hours later, once most of the guests had left, Steve was helping Donna take coffee cups to the kitchen sink. "It's OK, Steve, I got this," Donna assured him. "You don't need to stick around." 

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking around for something else to do. 

"I'm sure. I'll see you Monday, OK? Don't be late." 

"I still owe you a dinner, though," Steve reminded her. "Are you free this weekend at all?" 

"We can talk Monday," she replied. 

Once Steve had found his coat and made his exit, Hannah spoke up. "Sooo... what's going on there?" 

"Where?" 

"There," she said, nodding towards the door that had just closed behind Steve. "The guy that is obviously hot for you." 

"Steve?" Donna asked with a laugh. "No, you're imagining things. I'm not his type." 

"Is he gay?" 

"No! I mean, I don't know. I don't think so, but..." 

"Then you're his type." 

"Hannah, you're being ridiculous." 

"There's a lot about people I don't understand, Donna, but one thing I am good at is knowing when a man is having a hard time not looking at a woman. There's power in that, power to control him. You have that power over him." 

"Hannah, seriously, this is..." 

"Alright. Fine. Don't believe me. But you'll see... He wants you bad." 

Donna sighed in frustration, carrying a few more dirty plates to the sink. After adding them to the growing pile, she hollered out to Hannah, "So are you living in Franklin?" 

"For the moment," Hannah said as Donna came back to the table and sat down with a slice of peanut butter pie. "Still working that out." Hannah reached across the table, took the fork from Donna's hand, and fed herself a bite of the pie. "I haven't decided yet if I'm staying or not, so I'm in a hotel until I do." 

"Hannah!" Donna blurted out, covering her mouth to keep from spitting out the pie. Then, once she had swallowed, she restarted. "Hannah! You're living in a hotel?" 

"It's not as bad as it sounds. I travel light. I like my freedom." 

"You can stay with me while you decide," Donna said quickly. "I have a spare room with a futon bed. I wouldn't mind, really. I travel a lot, too, so I wouldn't be in your way." 

"Thanks, but... I'm fine," Hannah said, sounding sincere. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, taking turns finishing the pie. Then, just as casually as if discussing the weather, Hannah asked, "So, did Nicholas ever rape you?" 

Donna dropped her fork onto the plate with a clang. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and answered softly, "No. Nothing like that. Never." 

"Hm," answered Hannah. "Interesting. How old were you when Penny left?" 

"I was fifteen, almost sixteen," she answered, holding back tears. "But I left the same month." 

"You left, too?" Hannah asked with surprise, leaning forwards and changing her expression from casual to intrigued. 

"I got into a boarding school, a special performing arts center. I lived there until I started college. I was only home at Christmas. I toured during the summer." Donna's voice was distant, as if she was reliving some of those memories. 

"You and Penny left at the same time? I bet he was pissed!" 

"Well, he didn't think it was a good idea. He... he wanted me to choose something more practical. He said that people so rarely made it in music... and you had to have more than talent, you had to have the right look, and I..." Donna started choking up, and she fanned herself with her hand until she calmed down. 

"Son of a bitch!" Hannah said softly. "He got inside your head, too, didn't he?" 

Donna narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, crossing the room and picking up a guitar that was leaning on a stand in the corner. 

"Did 'Daddy' ever tell you he loved you?" Hannah asked, vocally putting sneer quotes around the word 'daddy.' 

Donna leaned back into the couch and thought for a moment, lightly picking out a few notes. 

"That's answer enough," Hannah said after a minute of silence. "And let me guess, he had some opinions about your appearance." 

"Well, he wasn't mean or anything," Donna said defensively. "He was right. I'm not like you and Penny. I need to be careful what..." 

"Bullshit," Hannah snapped. "You're gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. And I'm not the sentimental type who would lie about that." 

"But you're so..." 

"I'm thin and confident and I carry myself well. You're curvy and sweet and beautiful and warm and a bunch of other things I can never be. You are a dream come true for most guys. But let me guess... no boyfriend?" 

"I'm kind of busy with..." 

"Not dating much?" 

"I'd rather..." 

"When's the last time you got laid?" 

"Hannah!" 

"Virgin?" 

"Hannaaah..." 

"OK, OK," Hannah said, deferring to Donna's annoyed tone. When she looked back at her sister, she realized Donna was softly crying. 

"You don't know me," Donna whispered. "You don't know me at all." Donna's guitar playing had become a full chord progression, a familiar one that Hannah couldn't place. 

With the most soothing voice she knew how to use, Hannah replied, "But I know where you came from, and that's at least half the story. For better or worse, Dee, that's half the story." 

Donna gave no answer, except to sing a few lines of song, her voice ethereal and mournful. 

Freedom... that's just some people talkin' 

Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone... 

******* 

After Hannah had left, Donna was finishing the dishes, having taken time to process all that she'd heard that evening. She looked at the clock - it was late, but not too late. She poured herself one more half-glass of wine, finishing off the bottle Troy had brought to dinner. Emboldened, she took out her phone and typed a message to Steve. 

Hey, I realized I should be more hospitable to the new guy in town. I can be free for dinner Saturday. If that's OK, I'll see who else is free, too. 

She stared at it for a minute, making sure it was worded just right, then sent it with a nervous intake of breath. She sat there wondering if Hannah was right. She hoped and also feared that she was. Messing things up with Steve, though, would create some professional problems. Patch had gotten away with it once, but that was Patch - the normal rules didn't apply. Just as she started to regret even sending the message, her phone vibrated in her hand. 

Saturday's great! 

Then a moment later, If you don't mind, I'd prefer just you this time. 

Donna closed her eyes and wiggled her feet, equally excited and terrified. 

******* 

On Friday evening, Hannah drove up to Wes's place, filled with resolve. To her surprise, there was no room in the driveway for her to park. Nevertheless, she parked across the street and walked boldly up to the front door. The dog barked furiously at the sound of the doorbell. 

Wes cracked the door open a bit, bent over to hold back the black lab that strained to get out. Craning his neck up, Wes seemed surprised to see her. If Hannah had been able to see it, he also looked uncomfortable. 

"I'm ready to talk," she said. "Really talk." 

"Not now, Hannah," Wes said, slightly annoyed. It was then that Hannah heard the sounds of people in the house. 

"Oh," she said, trying to look past Wes. 

"My sister and my cousin and their families are here right now," he explained. "Can we do this... some other time?" 

"Tomorrow?" Hannah offered. 

"Fine. Tomorrow. But not here," he said. Naming a time and location, he didn't wait for her to leave before shutting the door. 

Hannah walked back to her car, questioning for the hundredth time whether this was really worth it. The only reason she persevered at this point was because of the plain yellow envelope now taped to the bathroom mirror in her hotel room. Penny had told her to keep trying. Penny told her not to let the bastard win, and by God she wasn't going to let him win. And she was becoming determined to exorcise his demon from Donna's life, too. 

*******



Sisters Ch. 04



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

Monday seemed to crawl by at work. I was entirely preoccupied with the coming evening. Visions of Linda were constantly passing through my mind. Occasionally an image of Dawn passed through as well. I'd try hard to rid myself of it immediately but it wasn't that easy. On that point I felt very guilty. Finally four o'clock rolled around and I rushed out of work and home just about as quickly as I could. I was in and out of the shower and changed well before it was even five o'clock. With that done I sat down to watch a little TV hoping it would help pass the time more quickly. It didn't. I seemed to be checking my watch every three minutes and that just made it seem like time was passing even more slowly. Finally after fidgeting for over an hour it was ten minutes to six and I decided that that was late enough to leave. I drove slowly to Linda's house trying to arrive there at precisely six. As I approached her house I still had four minutes before six so I passed by the house and made a wide circle around the neighborhood and back to her house. This time it was only one minute until six so I parked the car and proceeded to the front door. I pressed the doorbell and head Dawn's voice yell, "I'll get it!"

Dawn opened the door for me and welcomed me in but before the door was even closed her father was standing directly in front of me. As soon as Dawn turned around she noticed her father and said, "Daddy, this is Linda's new boyfriend Sam."

I extended my hand to him and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir." I thought I sounded like Eddie Haskell from Leave It To Beaver.

He smiled, shook my hand and said, "Well, welcome to our house." Her father was a tall man of about six feet three inches I guessed. He was also very young and good looking. He motioned me into the living room. We sat down and he said, "This is my wife Anne. Anne, this is Sam, Linda's friend." I turned to look at her and she looked as if she could have been a much older sister to Linda. They looked so much alike although she was not at all large breasted as her daughters were. I figured they must have gotten that from their father's side of the family.

"Welcome to our home Sam. Both Dawn and Linda have said such nice things about you." I must have blushed when she said that. Here I was looking at June and Ward Cleaver with daughters who I thought could each have substituted for Lolita. They were so different from their daughters, at least at first glance. It was just then that Linda entered the room.

"Hi Sam," she said with a broad smile on her face, "I'm so happy you could make it." I don't remember there really being much of a choice but I went along with her thinking she knew best on how to handle her parents. Linda came over to me, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was certain this would draw a response from her parents. It didn't and so I no longer considered myself to be in the presence of Ward and June.

"So, where are you going to college this fall?" her farther asked. The question surprised me a bit because he assumed that I was going to college. "I'll be a freshman at B.U. sir."

"And what will you major in?"

"I'm not really sure yet. I thought I'd get a year of college under my belt before I make a lifetime decision."

"I like your thinking Sam. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. We're very proud of our Linda, as you probably know. She got a full scholarship to B.C. and plans on becoming a veterinarian. I'm sure she's told you all about that though. It's all she's talked about ever since she was admitted last November. We're naturally very proud of her." I was surprised to hear about the scholarships as Linda had not said a thing to me and I would never have guessed she was so excited about going to college. In thinking about it I didn't remember either of us bringing the issue up so I felt certain it was a learning experience for Linda as well.

"I got a partial scholarship to B.U. The rest I have to borrow or get from working. My parents can't afford to send me to college." I thought I had possibly made a faux pas with that admission. Possibly social status made a difference to them I though.

"We know how expensive college can be and if it were not for Linda's scholarship we too would probably would have done the same thing." This came as a surprise to me when I considered how much more upscale the surroundings in Linda's house were compared to mine. I was also happy to hear such a response. I felt they were accepting me as I was and not passing any judgment on me.

Suddenly Dawn broke into the conversation, "Daddy, Linda wants Sam to go to the nudist camp with us this weekend that's why she invited him over tonight." Dawn stuck her tongue out at Linda and Linda gave a very cross glare at Dawn. Dawn then quickly absented herself from the room. Dawn thought she was going to rain on Linda's parade however it was not to be. Her mother looked a little distressed over this discovery yet she knew it would have come out sooner or later anyway.

"Well sir," I started.

Linda's mother spoke up at that moment. "Sam, do you think us horrible people to be nudists?" Her frank and direct question threw me a bit but it was easy to answer.

"No ma'am, not at all. My parents brought me up to never judge someone else before I had all the facts. I've never been to a nudist camp but I don't see anything wrong with it."

Linda's mother smiled. Then her father said, "You are welcome to join us this weekend if you like. We have more than enough room at our cabin." It only took me a second to decide that I wanted to go but I held back on answering immediately for fear that they might think me too forward in replying so quickly.

"Yes, I think it would be interesting," I finally said.

"I doubt it's what you might imagine a nudist camp to be her father continued. You'd never believe it but it's actually quite a conservative place. The people who go there simply enjoy bathing in the sun in the nude. There is nothing sexual about it at all." He seemed quite convinced by his own words. I couldn't image how being among so many naked people could not help be at least somewhat sexual in nature. I had committed to myself to the weekend so I'd find out soon enough.

"Well," Linda's mother said, "supper has been on the table for a little while now so why don't we all go in and enjoy it. I've made a large chef's salad." I have never found salads to be very interesting or tasty. I wasn't on any sort of diet though I knew I would do well to lose a few pounds. I decided to be polite and enjoy the company of the meal. We went into the kitchen and Linda's mother directed me to sit next to Linda on one side of the table.

"Where should I sit?" Dawn complained. I hadn't noticed her return.

"Well tonight Sam's sitting next to Linda so you'll just have to sit next to Cathy. By the way, where is Cathy?"

"Oh, she got home early and locked herself in her bedroom. She said she had some important work to do, whatever that means." Dawn said.

"Dawn, be a sweetheart and get your sister," her mother asked.

Dawn left the room without complaint and returned a few minutes later with the eldest of the three girls. This was the first time I had a good view Cathy and I was quite taken back by her. I hated to admit it to myself but she was even more beautiful than either Linda or Dawn. I had not thought that possible until that moment. Cathy was dressed very conservatively but still it really complimented her well. She wore very loose fitting clothing and a very smart looking pair of jeans. Cathy had long blonde hair that reached down just between her shoulder blades. Unlike the last time I now had a clear view of Cathy. Somehow she looked different. Her hair seemed to be much lighter than it was the day before. I attributed that to the low light of the bedroom. Suddenly I felt a pain in my ribs. Linda had jabbed me with her elbow and was giving me a looked that could kill. The conversation was light during the meal and somehow Dawn managed to contain herself. I found myself looking at Cathy again and again. I was also sure that this was not missed by Linda because every now and again she'd give me another elbow to the ribs. Cathy became aware of my attentions and returned them with little smiles when my eye caught hers.

When dinner was over I offered to help Mrs. Caine with the dishes. She thanked me for being so considerate and told me that she was just going to throw them in the dishwasher and let it do the washing. She said it was too hot for anyone to be doing dishes. I had to agree with her that such was indeed the case.

Linda excused us saying she wanted to go out behind the house to enjoy the evening air. What she really had planned I should have known. We sat down on the lawn furniture looking in the direction the sun would set.

"What was that all about with your staring at Cathy so much?" I sensed a bit of jealousy in Linda. I thought this a bit odd considering how she had presented Cathy to me and how she had carried with her a sense of self confidence.

"I didn't think I looked at her very much at all."

"Not much at all," Linda said incredulously, "it seemed like every time I looked at you, you were looking at Cathy!"

"I'm sorry. Please don't take anything by that. In fact, I had noticed there was something different about her and then noticed her hair was much lighter than yesterday."

"It is," Linda responded, "She uses a rinse to bring out the blonde. She's so vain. I don't know why she can't stand herself just the way she is. She always has to be so perfect too." Linda seemed to relax a bit and then asked, "So is that all you were thinking?" Linda had to ask that question. Now I had the problem of answering her honestly without letting on that I had found Cathy both beautiful and interesting.

"Well," I said finally, "I think she's pretty and I tried to figure her out. You've got to admit though, that it's awfully difficult when a person doesn't say a single word through an entire meal."

Linda saw the truth to that statement and relented, "Well, you saw the good side of her then. As long as she keeps her mouth shut everything is all right. I just wish she'd learn to do that more often."

I could feel the sibling rivalries between the girls but it was definitely strongest between Linda and Cathy. It seemed to me that somehow Linda felt a bit threatened by Cathy although I could not see why.

"Why does Cathy bother you so much Linda?"

"Because she's daddy's pet and she always gets everything she wants. Whenever she says anything she's always right and daddy's always right there to back her up. I'll be glad when she graduates next year and leaves. I can't stand being around her anymore!"

"So that's what this is all about. You think your father favors her over you?"

"Think it, I know he does!"

The conversation seemed to be going down hill fast so I attempted to change its direction at that point. "So tell me Linda, just what is this nudist camp like?" My question was quite genuine. "I have absolutely no idea of what to expect."

"Oh, it's really no big deal," Linda responded in a way that led me to believe she'd rather not talk about it. I decided to persist however.

"But is it really as asexual as your father says it is?"

"What?" Linda asked as if she didn't understand, "No, of course it's not. There's a lot of fooling around that goes on there. The kids go into the woods at night and that's where most of them lose their virginity. The grown-ups will give a party on any excuse just so they can invite their special friends over and fool around with each other."

"Fool around?" I asked naively.

"Yeah, you know. They get together, they drink for a while and then they go to bed only not with their own husband or wife. Mommy and daddy almost never go to those parties thank God."

"Oh!" I said and it was all I could say. I had heard of such things but I never knew it really happened anywhere. Finally I asked, "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Bother me? Of course it does. I don't even like half the people my parents are friends with. But what can I say. I'm only a kid to them and they don't think I know what's going on."

I seemed to jump from one hot subject to another so I decided to change the subject once more. This time I used a very safe one, Linda. I started by complimenting her on how pretty and sexy she looked. That caught her attention immediately. I continued with the compliments eventually bringing the subject around to sex and how I wished we could make love right there.

"My parents would have a hissy fit if they ever caught us doing that. There will be plenty of opportunity for us over the weekend so just cool your jets for a few days Sam." An impish grin crossed Linda's face as she said that. I think she wanted me as much as I wanted her but I could see the truth in what she said about her parents. Our night ended not long after that. I said good-night to Linda's parents and Linda escorted me around to the driver's side of my car. There she threw her arms around my neck and gave me as passion filled kiss as she had ever given me. I playfully clutched at her breasts and she brushed my hand away warning me that her parents might see us. That seemed to heighten things rather than deter them. Still, I respected Linda's wishes and soon I was on my way home on a sexual high that would not be resolved before the weekend. Both Linda and I had to work all week and so it was not reasonable for us to meet each night though both of us desired to do exactly that.



Sisters Ch. 04: Acceptance



Thank you to GaiusPetronius for editing this series.

* Donna and Steve had been talking for so long that the waitress kept coming by just to ask if they needed anything. The food was long gone, as were most of the other patrons of the restaurant. And yet the two of them continued to swap stories. That they had much in common made conversation easy. That they each seemed to never tire of the other's company made conversation enjoyable.

Donna liked the way Steve would ask for more details when she was telling a story. She never caught him looking around the room, though she was sure there were much prettier women about. Even the waitress, with her long, sleek, black hair and perfect-looking svelte figure didn't distract his attention from her. Maybe Hannah was partially right. Or maybe Steve was a perfectly gentlemanly gay guy. Either way, it wouldn't take long in this town for him to find a girl (or guy) who really suited him. Especially once he started doing shows. His interest in Donna was easily attributable to her being the only person he knew in town, but that would change soon.

When Steve finally called for the check, Donna assured him, "I'll get this."

"No," he objected, taking the small black folder from the waitress, "I'm old-fashioned that way."

"Old-fashioned?"

"A guy asks out a girl and he pays. That's my way."

"So, this is a date?" she asked with some hesitation.

"What else would it be?" he laughed.

"You don't have to do this, Steve. We want to sign you. I don't need to be..."

"Donna," he spoke her name firmly, cutting her off. "I wanted to take you out."

"Well, that's... sweet. Thank you," she said, still not sure how to respond. Her inner voice was warning her that a guy like him wouldn't be interested in a girl like her for very long. Not when he had better options available.

As they walked the two blocks back to Donna's place, she tried to talk about what he could expect on Monday. But Steve interrupted her. "Can that wait? I mean... I'd like you at least for right now to think of me as something other than a... a client, or whatever."

"Oh," she said, feeling embarrassed. "OK." Not knowing what else to talk about, Donna pointed out a few of the local places as they passed them. Steve listened with a smile, often watching her face as she spoke.

When they got to her apartment building, Steve said, "Like I told you, I wanted to take you out. And I'd really like to again. I don't know if that makes things weird, but... I'm more interested in you than in your agency, if that makes sense."

"Oh," Donna said, nodding. It made sense on one level, but she couldn't really comprehend it.

"So," he said, prompting her. When she didn't respond, he clarified, "Can I take you out again, sometime next week?"

"Oh! Yeah. Yes. That would be nice." Then she stepped towards him and rolled up onto her toes. Craning her neck up, she placed a friendly kiss on his cheek. Steve froze. Donna, on impulse, kissed his cheek again. At the same time, Steve pressed his lips to the side of her face, as well. Then, ignoring the warning bells in her head, she rose up one more time and touched her lips to his. They kissed softly for a few seconds, his hands on her elbows, their breaths rising in little clouds on either side of their faces.

Donna pulled back slowly, then lowered her feet to be flat on the ground. She stepped back, forced a nervous smile at Steve, waved goodbye, and walked swiftly into her apartment.

As she walked the flight of stairs to her apartment, she repeated over and over to herself, Don't get your hopes up. Don't get your hopes up. Don't get your hopes up.

*******

Hannah had grit. She had done many things in her life that required determination and strength. Just surviving her teenage years, until she was old enough to leave home took courage. Making her way across the country by herself took perseverance. Each partner she left behind, each casually discarded cell phone took a measure of resolve that few people possessed.

But by far, the hardest thing she had ever done was to show up on that chilly Saturday afternoon to see Wes.

Easier isn't better, she kept reminding herself.

Wes was waiting for her. He had reserved a table in the rooftop greenhouse of a downtown restaurant. Because it was mid-afternoon, they had plenty of privacy. Hannah appreciated the foresight that choice of time and venue showed on Wes's part. It's easier to trust someone who is looking out for you, someone who anticipates your needs.

They exchanged simple greetings and ordered their food. Hannah had decided that the only way this would work was if she said everything she could think to say while she still had the courage to say it. So while Wes was casually buttering a dinner roll, she took a deep breath and began.

"My father raped me almost every night for four years," she began. Wes's eyes went wide and his hands froze in place, butter still on the knife. For fifteen minutes, Hannah unloaded her story, speaking of things that she had never before acknowledged to anyone other than her sisters. Her mother's craven timidity, her father's savage cruelty, her escape, using her body to buy space between herself and her father, learning to stop feeling anything, learning to fake sentiment, Tim, Ernst, Kyle, Penny, Andrew, Donna. She told him how safe she felt with him, how she didn't feel deserving of such respite, how she wanted to pretend to be what he wanted, to want what he wanted, hoping it would become reality.

Their food came and Wes still listened. She described the great stone dam that had for years contained her fear and anger, and with them, her capacity to love and delight. She described a dry world, barren of of color and life, yet safe. She told him how each day with him chipped away at that stone wall, allowing cracks of affection to slip through. She described their last night, when, caught between dreaming and wakefulness, she mistook him for her father. The great dam, weakened by the trust and security she felt with him, was no longer sufficient to contain the reservoir of emotions. And in a great deluge, her long-repressed rage and fear overwhelmed the landscape.

"When I walked into that hospital room," she recounted, trembling as if she were living the moment over again, "my thought was that you looked as bad on the outside as I did on the inside. And I knew I had done that to you. And I didn't think it was safe for me or for you if I stuck around. I blamed the... the feelings I had for you. Everything had been fine when I shut down those emotions. But once you opened that door a little bit..."

"The good and the bad came out," Wes said softly.

"Exactly," she said, her voice even. "And so I sat there in the hospital, paralyzed with fear. And I did the only thing I knew how to do. I put the walls back up. And I knew if they were to stay up, I couldn't be with you. It wouldn't work... for either of us."

Wes chewed thoughtfully on a bite of food, nodding as he processed Hannah's tale. Then narrowing his eyes, he asked a question that was bothering him, though he now thought he knew the answer. "Hannah, how can you talk about this without even a hint of... of tears, or emotion or something?"

"I've been shutting off that valve for a long time, Wes. I'm pretty good at it."

"That's scary."

"Maybe."

Wes finished chewing a bite, then said, "I have no idea what to say, Hannah. I suspected a little bit of that, but, damn. I mean... damn."

Hannah looked at him and shrugged. "So that's it. You want everything; that's everything, more or less. You can probably understand why I held that back from you."

"Yes and no. But we don't need to have that discussion right now," he said.

Hannah's face began to harden. "And that look you're giving me right now," she said with a hint of anger, "that look is one thing I hate, one reason I don't want to talk about this."

"What look?"

"That look that says I'm some kind of damaged goods, some poor broken thing that needs to be handled delicately. That... that pity. I don't want that," she spat out, almost losing her unflinching demeanor.

Wes sighed. "I'm sorry. It's a little bit of pity, yes, but not what you think. I just can't imagine how you've carried this burden alone for so long. Nobody should have to do that."

"I've gotten kinda used to it," she said calmly. Then visibly softening, she added, "But I know I can't keep that up. And that's why I'm here. I need to be in the kind of situation we had -- a place to feel safe and treasured and... and maybe to heal a bit. That's why I'm doing all this stuff I've never done before. I'm a walk-away girl. And now I'm banging on your door in the rain trying to get back."

"I wish it was that easy, Hannah. But you really hurt me, and you broke my trust. And... and this is a lot to take in all at once. I need to really think hard about whether or not I'm ready to take on all this."

Hannah sniffed in derision and rolled her eyes. Her impulse was to brush it off and leave. She fought against that impulse and said tersely, "I understand."

As they got up to leave, Wes moved close, leaned in, and gently kissed her cheek. Hannah never used to like such soft expressions of affection, but in that moment she cherished it, pressing her cheek towards him and longing for him to move closer, to place his cheek on hers, to wrap even one arm around her back.

"Give me a week to think it over," Wes said. "No showing up at my house, no calls. Just give me a week. I'll call you either way," he said.

Hannah closed her eyes. Some days felt like an eternity lately. "A week," she agreed.

*******

"I'll say it again, Hannah, so you know I mean it," Donna said, pouring coffee into her sister's mug, then walking the pot back to her kitchen. "You're more than welcome to stay with me."

"I don't think it's come to that," Hannah said, looking around at the small apartment. "He'll say yes, I'm sure of it." It had been four days since Wes had asked for a week. Hannah was a little surprised that he hadn't called her yet -- Wes was really playing this out to the end.

"How do you know that?"

"Because he's a guy, Donna," she answered with the tone of someone explaining something obvious to a child who should know better. "He's alone right now, and I never said no to sex with him. He's trying to show me that he doesn't need me, that he has the upper hand, but I've got what he doesn't have and always wants, so..."

Donna paused from scooping sugar into her mug and looked questioningly up towards the ceiling. She shook her head a bit to get the bangs away from her face. "Don't you think you're oversimplifying it? Is he really that shallow? And if he is, do you really want someone that shallow? Someone who treats you like... like an object?"

Hannah gripped her mug a little tighter at that last question, remembering that the reason she abased herself and went back to Wes was precisely because he did not treat her like an object. But she still had no other categories for thinking of men and her relationships to them. It was a consumer culture, and her sexuality was her greatest commodity.

"How do you know you're not overcomplicating it?" she retorted. "Guys want sex. If you give them that, you have power."

"Is that what you want?" Donna asked. "Power?"

"Well, the sex is nice, too," Hannah replied, her smile appearing above the rim of her mug. "But seriously, yes, I think. Power to... to have them play by my rules, I guess. But, no." She put her mug down and sighed. "That's what's so confusing. I'm finding myself wanting to try the sincerity thing."

"The sincerity thing?" Donna asked.

"You know, being honest and real, not putting on an act. I had started doing that with Wes, or he kind of coaxed it out of me. Or maybe it wasn't even that much -- I think I was trying to act the way I thought I should. But then it started to make me feel just a bit different. I was scared, but I wanted more. But then he got in my head and I fucked it all up."

"He? You mean..."

"Nicholas. He messed me up good, Donna. And the only reason I'm trying so hard with this guy is just to prove that Nicholas can't get the best of me in the end." They sat silent for a moment, then Hannah added, "Like he did with Penny."

"And like you think he's doing to me?"

Hannah smiled gently, condescendingly, though Donna failed to notice it as anything other than kind. "He's got you in a different way. I bet you still haven't even made a move on what's-his-name."

"Steve... And I did. We've been on a few dates." Hannah's eyebrows went up in surprise. "And I kissed him."

"Oooh, you kissed him," Hannah teased. "How scandalous!"

"Shut up," Donna said with evident annoyance in her voice.

"Still don't think he's hot for you?" Hannah asked.

"I think he thinks he is, but he's new in town, and I'm the only person he knows so far..." Donna shrugged. "I just expect he's going to move on to someone else once he gets settled. So I'm trying not to get my hopes up."

"Baby, you need to just..."

"I'm not going to... to... to just have sex with him, if that's what you're going to suggest," she said angrily. Then softening her tone, she explained, "I don't want to get hurt, that's all."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, 'cause it'll feel just fine when he moves on." Donna's eyes stared daggers across the table. "Don't be so weak, little sister. He wants you. You're in control here."

"No," whispered Donna after a moment's thought. "No, I'm not. Because if I give him that, sooner or later he moves on. I can't stop it. I can't keep them from going away. Not looking like this, I can't."

Hannah just shook her head and looked with pity at her sister. "So. Fucking. Blind." she said softly, to herself. "I hate him."

*******

The next night, Donna and Steve were leaving a local theater, laughing at how horrible the play had been.

"I'm so sorry," Steve apologized. "I had no idea."

"It's OK," Donna laughed, leaning on the arm he had offered as they walked. "I guess local theater is like local music -- sometimes it's great and sometimes..."

"Sometimes it's the guy in a cowboy hat who sings the same song every week on the open mic," Steve suggested.

"Yes! Just like that," Donna replied, forgetting for a few minutes to be self-conscious around her date.

"Listen," Steve said, taking a deep breath to calm down. "That went later than I thought. I had planned for us to go walking along the Cumberland tonight, but it's getting cold. Let me just drive you home, OK?"

Donna's chest tightened a bit. Was he expecting to come up? Wasn't there a certain expectation for third dates?

"I can get a cab," she said, not quite as nonchalantly as she had planned. "It's fine."

"What?" he gasped. "I can't let you do that. My truck's right over there. Come on." He pulled her gently at the elbow and Donna recoiled.

"No, really. I'm fine," she insisted nervously. Steve stood a few feet away, slightly stunned.

"Donna... I'm sorry... I don't know what..." He searched for the right way to finish his sentence, but nothing came.

Donna sighed and hid her face with glove-covered hands. "No, I'm sorry," she forced through the barrier. Then putting her hands down limply at her sides, she smiled weakly and said, "A ride would be nice, thanks."

Steve waited for an explanation, but when none came, he turned towards the parking lot and started walking slowly. He didn't reach out for her arm or hand, and Donna was equally relieved and disappointed. As they rode through the quiet streets, Steve made some comments about the acting, and Donna made polite conversation in turn. But inwardly, she was telling herself, He's just a friend, just a nice guy. He's just being friendly. It's nothing more than a fun evening with a friend. He's not going to try anything.

As they pulled onto her street, Steve looked at Donna's leg, which had been bouncing up and down nervously throughout the ride.

"I'm sorry," he said, fiddling with the truck's control panel. "Are you cold?"

Seeing what he was looking at, Donna stopped her leg bounce and said, "No... I, uh... I'm worried I might have left my coffee pot on. I really want to get upstairs and make sure everything's OK."

When the truck stopped, Donna hopped out and stood next to the door. "Thanks for the ride, Steve. And, uh, for a fun evening."

Just as she was beginning to shut the door, Steve hollered, "Wait!" Donna paused and felt herself bracing. "I had a really good time. Are you doing anything Sunday afternoon? Can we take that walk then?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," Donna hurriedly assured him. Then closing the door and waving, she ran into her building and up to her apartment.

He's just lonely and looking for a friend. She told herself, fumbling for her keys. Nothing more. He's not going to hurt you because he doesn't think of you that way. Finding the right one, she put it in the lock. But why did you have to kiss him? What the hell were you thinking?

Tossing her coat, gloves, and scarf on a chair, she went to the fridge in search of something sweet. After a minute, she was sitting down at the table with a small cup of pudding.

"Just you, then?" a voice asked from behind her.

Donna startled, squeaked in surprise, and spun around. "Hannah!"

"I wondered if what's-his-name was coming in for a nightcap," she said, as if it was perfectly normal to be appearing in her sister's apartment. "I was going to stay back in the room and put on some headphones or something."

"What are you doing here?" Donna sputtered.

"You said I could stay here. And you leave your spare keys on a hook by the door, which is practically an invitation for someone to grab them on the way out."

"You are so weird," Donna answered, putting her elbows on the table and burying her face in her hands.

"So... not-so-hot date tonight?" Hannah fished.

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying, three dates now, right? Isn't that the longest a guy will wait these days?" Hannah's voice almost had a mocking tone as she pressed for details.

"Steve's not..." Donna paused.

"Don't say 'Steve's not like that,' or some other nonsense. He's got a dick, right?" Donna made a disgusted face. "He's got one, and he's like that," Hannah concluded.

"Then why don't you go fuck him and just leave me alone," Donna suggested in a tired voice that clearly didn't mean what it said.

"Because he wouldn't give me a second look, I bet," Hannah stated confidently. "He's hopelessly infatuated with you, and I can't compete with that."

Donna rolled her eyes, "Well, you're right that one of us wouldn't be able to compete, but it's not me. Besides," she continued, swallowing her last mouthful of pudding, "I was going to say Steve's not into me in that way."

"Bullshit," Hannah laughed. But before she could continue, Donna changed the subject.

"What brings you here anyway? Wes didn't give you the answer you expected?"

Hannah sat down at the table, grabbed the empty pudding cup from Donna's hands, and scraped her finger around the side. Licking her finger clean, she said casually, "No word yet. And I'm feeling..."

"Nervous?"

"Horny."

Donna's eyes widened and she put up her hands. "No, no, no. Don't look at me, sister."

Hannah sighed and slouched. "I didn't mean that," she said, spreading her arms out on the table and putting her head down. When she spoke again, her voice was muted by the table. "I don't trust myself to wait one more day for Wes. I've been waiting for weeks already. I keep thinking about him and he's driving me crazy."




Sisters Ch. 04: Acceptance



"Aww," said Donna. "You're in love!"

Hannah raised her head and said sharply, "No, I'm not in love. I'm in heat."

"No, it's love alright," Donna corrected her. "It's your own twisted version of it, but it's love alright. If it was just lust, you wouldn't be here."

"Shut up or I leave."

"It's all the same to me," Donna smirked, glad to finally have some leverage over her sister. She stood up and took her spoon to the sink. Then, smiling, she made a bed for Hannah in the guest room.

*******

"Donna?"

Someone... Hannah... was saying her name in the darkness. She looked at her clock -- 3a.m.

"What?" she asked groggily, not raising her head from the pillow.

"Have you ever been in love?" Hannah's voice was soft, slightly quavering, vulnerable.

"I'm in love with the idea of sleeping right now," she muttered.

"Never mind," Hannah said, and Donna felt the weight of her sister's body rise from the foot of the bed.

"Wait..." she sighed. "I'm sorry, gimme a sec." Donna sat up and rubbed her eyes. Neither of the women made a move to turn on the light.

"I thought I was in love once... or twice," Donna answered. "But I don't think it's love if it only goes one way. Or if it doesn't last."

"Slept with them?" Hannah asked frankly.

"Yeah," Donna whispered, not wanting to talk more about it.

Hannah sat silent for a few moments, then asked, "What did it feel like? Love, I mean. Not the sex."

Donna sighed and pulled her knees to her chest. "Excited. Scared. Like anything was possible. Like you want them to see your naked soul. Naked bodies are just... just a step towards something much more intimate."

Hannah thought for a minute and then asked, "Why scared?"

"Because everything changes. You stop being the center of your own world and suddenly everything orbits around this other person. It's disorienting. And maybe part of you knows how much this person could hurt you."

Hannah didn't speak for a while, and Donna felt herself drifting off. But then, in a voice that Donna barely recognized as her sister's, she said sadly, "I think I am in love."

Half-asleep, but sensing her sister's fear, Donna said, "I'm sorry."

Hannah replied softly, "Thanks."

Donna heard a sniffle in the dark and a shifting on the bed. "Donna?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't see how pretty you are, do you?"

Donna bit her lip and breathed deeply. "You wanna hear something really sick and pathetic?"

"No. But go ahead."

"When you told me that Daddy had raped you... and... and Penny... my first thought..."

She paused and breathed in, her voice shaking and her eyes watering. Hannah sniffled in the darkness.

"My first thought was, 'Why not me? Wasn't I pretty enough?'" Donna dropped her head to her knees and cried. "And I know that's so pathetic and wrong and I don't want to minimize all the trauma he put you through and that I should be glad he didn't touch me and I really am but, Hannah... he didn't love me at all, not even enough to notice me."

Donna wanted and almost expected her sister to move closer and put her arm around her. She needed to be touched. But instead, Hannah stood up and headed towards the door.

"I hate him," she rasped, her voice saturated with venom.

Donna listened to the door shut firmly behind Hannah, then sat awake in the darkness. She tried to hate her father, she really did. But she couldn't. All she felt was an ache, a hunger to be noticed and the sadness of not being good enough.

*******

The next day, Donna emerged from her room mid-morning, somewhat nervous about Hannah's potential mood that day.

"When did you get up?" she yawned to her sister, who was busily putting plates on the table.

"Sometime yesterday morning," Hannah replied tersely.

While Donna considered that answer, Hannah explained, "I don't always sleep." Then, as Donna nodded in understanding, Hannah added, "And I'm pretty anxious today."

"Today's the day?" Donna asked, knowing the answer.

"For better or worse," her sister muttered, bringing to the table a plate piled high with bacon.

Donna's eyes widened in surprise at the size of the pile, and she asked, "Are we expecting company? Like... twenty people?"

Hannah shrugged and said, "I don't much know how to cook. And... my mind wasn't exactly on what I was doing. I stopped when I ran out of bacon."

Putting a few slices on her plate, Donna said, "Well, I guess the leftovers will go well on salad..."

A few minutes into the meal, Hannah's phone rang. She jumped from her chair, looking at the number and washing down her food with a gulp of coffee.

Donna watched her sister hurry to the living room and pace nervous circles around the coffee table.

"Hey," Hannah answered with feigned casualness. She twirled her hair with one finger.

"Yeah, at my sister's place in Nashville right now."

Donna watched, frustrated at how unreadable her sister's expressions could be at times. For nearly two minutes, Hannah listened in stone-faced silence, occasionally nodding in response, even though Wes couldn't see her.

"Well that's... not quite what I expected, but..." she said calmly, then paused.

"Yeah, I understand that, but..."

After another pause, Hannah lowered her voice. Donna could still make out her words, however. "Look, if sexual tension is your concern then I don't think avoiding sex is the way to go right now. I could be at your place in twenty minutes to solve that problem."

As she listened to Wes's response, Hannah closed her eyes, bared her teeth, and raised a balled fist in the air. Then forcing herself to calm down, she said, "Look, I'm not some kind of nun. I have needs, too, you know."

After a few seconds, she said in a strained voice, "You are so... so..." Hannah was going to say 'weird,' but she restrained herself and, in a controlled, calm voice, said, "You are so right."

She nodded her head as Wes spoke, then said, "Tomorrow then. I'm looking forward to it."

Hannah ended the call with an exaggerated pressing of her thumb, then tossed the phone onto the couch. Watching it land, she stood in the living room for a moment, then returned to the table and put a heaping helping of bacon on her plate. Donna watched her pour syrup on the bacon, watched her take a first and second bite, and then finally said, "Well?"

Hannah looked up as if startled by Donna's presence in the room. Then, becoming more aware of her surroundings, she wiped her mouth and said, "He wants to try dating again."

"That's great! Right?"

Hannah shrugged. "Like, from the beginning, from scratch. Like we're strangers. He wants to take a walk along the river tomorrow and 'get to know each other.'"

"And you don't like that because..."

Hannah looked up from her plate and answered sharply, "Because there's no guarantee how things will turn out in the end. There's no way to know if...if this will even work out. He still might say no. I feel like... like..."

"Like you have no control?" Donna volunteered.

"Yes! And on that note, sex is off the table for now. It took me almost a month to get him in bed the first time. What am I going to do for a month, Donna? I have needs," she insisted, pointing her fork towards herself.

"What did he say when you told him that?"

"He said that 'the essence of love is setting aside your needs for the sake of the one you love.'"

"Aww," Donna smiled. "He sounds sweet."

Hannah scowled. "He sounds like a fucking Hallmark card."

Donna smiled. "In any case," she said, "I look forward to meeting him. Maybe I'll bump into you tomorrow. Steve and I are taking a walk along the river, too."

Relishing the chance to turn the conversation away from her frustration, Hannah leaned in and said, "Oh, really? Just a friendly walk along the river with the guy who isn't interested in you in that way? Maybe I should take that to mean that Wes doesn't like me in that way either. Apparently the walk along the river is just something you do with people you don't care about."

"Hannah, don't be a bitch," Donna said politely, standing to clear the table of dishes.

"I prefer 'truth-teller,'" Hannah said, joining her in the kitchen.

"We'll see," Donna murmured.

*******

"Hey, isn't that your sister... uh... Haley?" Steve asked, pointing towards a bench.

Donna looked in the direction he was pointing and smiled. "So it is. Her name's Hannah, by the way."

Without discussing it, they both turned in the direction of the bench where Hannah and Wes were sitting and talking. Hannah noticed them walking up, and she rose to meet them. Wes followed her lead, and when he was introduced to Donna, he looked surprised.

"I hadn't known until yesterday that Hannah had a sister," he said "and one nearby, no less. I'm happy to meet you."

"You too," Donna said, sizing Wes up as well as she could. Her guess, which she later learned was correct, was that Wes had been a late bloomer. He had been the high school and college geek who had cultivated a kind and sincere personality before his looks had developed to the point of catching the attention of the women he was interested in.

Hannah was visibly nervous during the conversation, realizing it probably looked like she had planned for Donna to come by. But Steve mentioned how he had wanted to get out there since moving into town a few weeks ago and that Donna had been kind enough to agree to go with him. Steve and Wes chatted for a minute, but found very little common ground at first. Not wanting to risk further awkwardness, Hannah said, "Wes, we should get walking again. I'm starting to get chilly."

The two couples parted ways, and Donna turned around several times to watch Hannah and Wes depart. One of those times, she caught Hannah looking back at her, as well.

Not long after they had moved on, Steve cleared his throat and said, "Donna, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she answered, her mind still on her sister.

"I'd really like to... you know... hold your hand while we walk."

Donna was quiet for a moment, then answered, "That's not really a question, Steve."

He laughed bashfully, putting his head down before looking at her and smiling. "OK, how's this, then? Donna, I want to be more than friends. I know you could do a lot better than me, but since you've put up with me this long, would you consider... you know... dating me?"

Donna felt her chest tighten up. Internally one voice squealed in happiness while another warned, Danger! Danger! He'll leave you once someone better comes along!

After a dozen or so steps passed in silence, Steve spoke again. "So if I've been misreading you and the answer is no, then that's OK, I'll try not to make it awkward. But if it's yes, then... I'd really like to hold your hand while we walk."

Donna tried to keep her rapid breathing from being too loud, but she couldn't stop the puffs of air from floating up and betraying her agitated state. She looked out at the river and wiped a tear from her cheek. She wasn't even sure what had caused it to fall. Looking ahead, she could see from her peripheral vision that Steve had slipped his glove off of the hand nearest her.

You're not the kind of girl guys stay with. It's a waste of time. Wait until you're thinner: he'll like you more.

She was used to those voices. They seldom left her alone for long. But then, unbidden, came Hannah's voice. Don't let him win.

Gritting her teeth in determination, Donna inhaled deeply, pulled off her glove, and took Steve's hand. It was warm to her touch, and just the feel of it made her heart flutter. Steve assumed she was shaking from the cold. In truth, she was sweating in terror.

Looking straight ahead, both of them smiled.

*******

"I swear, you are the most boring person I've ever known. I can't even believe we're related." Hannah was leaning back on the couch, holding a glass of orange juice and covering her eyes with her hand.

"I don't think I'm boring," Donna said defensively. She hadn't anticipated spending Christmas and New Years with Hannah, but she had played a few local shows during the holidays, and with her album almost finished, she wasn't going to fly home. Besides, she wasn't sure if should could face her father yet, not after all she'd learned lately.

"Ugh! It's New Year's Day. We spent all last night watching TV. Is this normal for you?"

"It's normal for most people... I think," Donna said, trying not to sound insecure. She was also trying not to sound nervous. Steve had been booked for a series of out-of-state shows over the New Year holiday, keeping him on the road for almost a week. They had been dating for a month now, but Donna was still insecure. They hadn't slept together yet, though they had progressed to some exciting make-out sessions on the couch. During one of them, she was beginning to take off her shirt when they heard Hannah unlocking the door. Donna still didn't know how far she would have been willing to go that night if they hadn't been interrupted. But long after Steve had left, she woke up from a very intense dream and rubbed herself to such a climax that she had to roll over and bite her pillow, lest she wake up her sister in the next room.

What still held Donna back, though, was the fear -- the near-certainty -- that Steve would soon find someone more attractive than her. And that's why she was so nervous that week. Steve wasn't alone on his road trip. Sure, he had a roadie and a sound guy and someone working promotions, but there was also Fiona.

Fiona was nice and friendly and perky and talented and had a good future in country music. Fiona was also a gorgeous redhead with a perfect body, a flawless face, and everything that Donna knew she couldn't compete with. A week on the road with Fiona was... well, Donna had spent the week bracing for the inevitable. She and Steve talked on the phone almost every morning, but she couldn't imagine he wasn't comparing her to the perfect specimen in the next hotel room.

He would be back that afternoon. She'd find out then.

"No, it's not normal," Hannah was saying. "Most people go out and party."

"No one forced you to stay here," Donna said confidently. She knew Hannah's rant was mostly bluster. Hannah had been reluctantly learning that her former lifestyle had never made her happy. It had been mostly an act, an act that Hannah was having a hard time letting go.

"Well, maybe I just didn't want to leave you here wallowing in your insecurities," Hannah muttered.

"How charitable of you," Donna replied sarcastically. "And when does Wes get back?"

Hannah sneered at her sister. Yes, she was in a bad mood because Wes was also gone for the holidays, visiting his parents out of state. And he had been staunchly against having her travel with him. We're not at that point in our relationship yet, he had told her. Which was pretty much the same thing he had said the past three or four times she'd tried to move them towards a more physical relationship.

Before leaving on Christmas Eve, he had at least kissed her. It had been a long, gentle kiss at the door to his place. Hannah had hoped it was an invitation to take her shoes off again and stay the night, but then he broke the kiss and said, "I'll see you in a week." Hannah had left there frustrated, ready to lock herself in the bedroom and release some of the sexual tension she was feeling. She hadn't even noticed that she had surprised Donna and Steve on the couch.

"He gets back tonight, but he can't see me because he has to be back at work tomorrow," Hannah growled.

"Tomorrow night, then?" Donna asked.

"No. Friday. It's like he doesn't even miss me. At this rate, I bet you'll see some action before I do," Hannah said, mostly to herself.

Donna half-smiled and shook her head. The chirping of her phone got her attention. It was Steve.

Home in a couple hours. Dying to see you, but I'm going to need to crash first. Dinner?

Donna sighed. Sounds good, she replied.

*******

Steve did not break up with her that night, but had instead been excited to talk with her about his road trip. He pressed her for advice, entertained her with stories, asked about her week, and in every way made it feel like everything was normal. Better than normal, even. He had missed seeing her, he said. They walked back to her place, talking as they went and holding hands.

"What was it like sharing a stage with Fiona?" Donna asked. Sharing a stage wasn't the main thing she was interested in, but it was the safest question she could ask.

Steve laughed a little and shook his head. "Fiona is..." Donna's heart felt like it stopped while Steve searched for the right words. He looked at her eyes, narrowed his own, and asked cautiously, "Are you two good friends?"

Donna rapidly shook her head. "We've never clicked... just a client," she answered.

"OK," Steve said, relaxing. "Fiona is a little self-involved. It's like she thinks she's a bigger star than she is. I mean, she's talented... I get that. But please don't book me with just her again! It was painful to have to listen to her talk. Especially in that fake accent."

"Her accent is fake?"

"I would put money on it. That girl is not country at heart."

"But she's got the look, right?"

"Well, yeah. That'll get her far, but she..." Steve paused and looked at Donna. When he searched her eyes, his face softened. "Oh God, Donna. Did you think...?"

Donna was mad that she was exposed as the insecure girlfriend. She held back tears but didn't dare let herself speak. Instead, she just shrugged. Steve leaned in and held her chin with his hand. Pulling her face closer, he kissed her softly.

"I don't think I could ever be interested in a girl like her," he said. "Especially when there's a girl like you around."

"A girl like me?" Donna asked, trying but failing not to read into his words.

"There's only one girl like you, sweetie," he smiled. "And I'm lucky I found her."

At that point they were walking up to her building. Donna squinted her eyes, trying to decide whether to invite him up. Just then, Steve yawned.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't get to sleep this afternoon. I still need to crash early."

"Friday?" Donna asked, not realizing that Steve had not been privy to the internal process that had boiled down to that one word.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Can you come over on Friday? Let me make you dinner."

"OK," he said with a grin. "What can I bring?"

"Something sweet?"

"I'll be over right after my meeting with Patch."

"Great," said Donna, then threw herself at Steve, almost knocking him over as she wrapped him in a tight embrace. Hannah would be gone with Wes on Friday, leaving her and Steve alone for a few hours. She would go as far as she dared with him that night.

*******

Hannah was just pulling into Wes's driveway on Friday night when Donna called.

"What?" she asked, slightly annoyed. She knew Steve was coming over and that Donna was nervous, and she did not want her evening ruined by Donna freaking out on her.

"Can you, um... text me before you get home tonight? Like, when you're on your way?"

Hannah was silent for a few seconds. Why would...? Oooohhhh shit.

"Yeah," she said coolly. "I'll text you when I leave Wes's place, OK? That'll give you about a half hour."

"Thanks!" Donna replied, hanging up quickly.

"Go get 'im, girl," Hannah said as she put her phone in the purse. She felt proud of her sister, hopeful that she was finally going to take that next step -- the step that would defy the insecurities that had been seared into her soul from childhood. So what if their father hadn't loved Donna? There were plenty of men who would truly love her, if she could only see that. Steve seemed to be one of them.




Sisters Ch. 04: Acceptance



Hannah was so distracted as she knocked on Wes's door that for a few moments, she wasn't even thinking about herself. She barely noticed the sound of Coby the dog whining in the garage. Wes greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, took her coat, then ushered her to the dining room table. Hannah paused to take in the candlelit scene. It was... well... romantic. She wasn't particularly into that, but she had an idea what it signified.

Then she remembered the last time Wes had cooked her a meal like this...

Hannah's nature was to be blunt. But she had been learning to show restraint, and in this situation, it seemed wise not to confront Wes about his plans for the evening. She had learned a lot of things about him in the past month, and one of the things she had learned was to let him follow whatever plans he had made. Interrupting his plans only frustrated him. He was an engineer, on and off the clock.

She wanted to rush to the end, to finish the meal, to skip the conversation, to drag him... wait. Hannah realized that the whole process was like a tease... or not really a tease if it did finally get to the bedroom. It was a build-up. He was prolonging this, making her think about it for weeks, and now for hours. It was... foreplay. And it was working.

*******

Donna, meanwhile, was agitated for a different reason. Steve had no idea what she was hoping to do that evening. She knew he would like it, but part of her still wasn't sure. Part of her was scared that her body, once exposed in all its nakedness, would repulse him. He had put his hands on her body several times, even a little under her shirt. He had laughed when she called herself chubby, saying she must be joking. But just the same, she felt unattractive and undesirable. And that made sex a daunting, fearsome prospect.

She tried to distract herself by running to and from the kitchen, bringing out plates of food, more drinks, napkins, a fork to replace one that had fallen.

"Hey," Steve said at one point. "Chill."

She stopped and looked at him. He seemed worried.

"You don't have to impress me or anything, OK? Just... sit down and hang out."

Donna sighed and sat down. Maybe it wasn't all nerves that had her worked up. She did feel attracted to Steve and she had masturbated a few times that day, imagining the two of them together. It had been nearly five years since she had felt a man inside herself. She had to admit, she was more than a little excited at the thought of him pushing into her depths. Of closing her eyes and letting him pull her close to his naked warmth. She must have been letting her mind wander, because Steve asked, "What are you smiling about?"

Donna shook her head clear and said, "Oh, just... you know... enjoying being with you."

Steve smiled. "Me too," he said. "But, you know... with you."

*******

After clearing away the dinner plates, Wes asked if Hannah wanted some coffee.

"I don't know, it's kinda late for caffeine, isn't it?" she said, fishing for a hint of his plans.

"I've got decaf," he answered. Hannah's shoulders slumped a little. "Or..."

"Or...?"

"Or you could stay later," Wes said, putting his hands on her shoulders and rubbing gently.

Feeling her lip tremble a little -- or was she shivering? -- Hannah considered saying, Decaf is fine, just to show that she was still in control. But what she said was, "I'd like that."

Wes gently patted her shoulders once, then went to the kitchen. Hannah exhaled loudly and undid her top button.

*******

Dinner was finished and Donna was putting the last of the plates in the sink. Steve pulled a large tray out of the freezer.

"I bought an ice cream cake. Is that sweet enough?" he asked.

Donna's eyes widened and her mouth formed an O. "I'll get more plates," she said softly. They put the tray on the table and tried to cut out a piece of the dessert. It resisted even Donna's sharpest steak knife.

"I thought these things were supposed to be able to cut an aluminum can," Steve huffed, trying to force the blade into the cake. Just then, his hand slipped and the knife nicked the side of his hand. He pulled his hand back in surprise and put his mouth on the wound. Donna cried out in alarm -- worried about Steve as a boyfriend but also as a musician under her management. A severed finger wouldn't be good for business. She could already hear Patch shrieking in anger.

She pulled the towel from under the tray and gave it to Steve, who put pressure on the wound while Donna ran in search of her seldom used first aid kit. Returning with bandages and ointment, she saw Steve smiling and examining the small cut. It was still bleeding slightly but was not bad at all.

"I think I'll live," he said as Donna gingerly placed a bandage on his finger.

"And you may even play the fiddle again," she said, lightly kissing the covered wound. Then, looking up at Steve's face, she leaned closer and kissed his chin, which was all the higher she could reach. Steve leaned down and met her lips with his own. They stood at the table, tongues carefully exploring as lips held fast. Steve slowly pulled his hands out of Donna's grip and wrapped his long arms around her. Donna moaned at the feeling of being surrounded by him.

Steve paused to catch his breath, and he rested his cheek on Donna's shiny brown hair. With his mouth close to her ear he whispered, "Donna, I think I'm in love with you. I hope it's not too soon to say that."

Donna remained in his embrace and began crying. "Please don't hurt me," she said.

"What?"

Sniffing and pulling back to look at her boyfriend's concerned expression, Donna explained, "I'm so scared that you'll change your mind. That I won't be... enough for you."

"Enough?" Steve asked, rubbing her back. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Pretty enough, sexy enough, skinny enough, cool enough...?"

Steve pulled her to his chest to stop her from continuing. "Donna, you're so beautiful and sexy that I find you intimidating. I couldn't handle any more."

"You have to say stuff like that," she objected. "You're my boyfriend."

"Do you know how hard it was for me to talk to you the night we met? Do you know how many acts I sat through, waiting for just the right comment that would get your attention and not make you roll your eyes and walk away? Do you know how desperately I wanted to meet you that night?"

Donna smiled weakly. She had forgotten about that night. "No," she said, wiping her cheeks dry.

"And then when I saw you on stage, and you blew me away with your voice and your songs and your stage presence..." Steve laughed, "You could have been offering me a job as a back-up singer in a heavy metal band and I would have said yes if it meant following you here. All I wanted was a chance to know you."

Donna leaned against Steve. This wasn't going at all like she had planned. She still felt scared. She still didn't know how to let herself believe him. She still thought she should wait until...

Nope. That was it. No more excuses. She decided to pretend, just for a minute, that she was Hannah. And so with all the assertiveness and confidence she could fake, she told herself, I'm in control here, grabbed the bottom of Steve's shirt, and pulled it off of him. She did it so quickly and so smoothly that she was almost as surprised as he was. But before he could say anything, she pulled her own sweater over her head and pushed a gasping Steve backwards towards her bedroom.

*******

Hannah and Wes lay on his bed, most of their clothing tossed about the room. Hannah reached again for his cock and was rebuffed yet again, for the third time that evening.

"Not yet," he mumbled, his lips bumping against hers. Hannah moaned in frustration, but this time Wes broke their kiss and in one smooth motion slid her panties down and off. Trailing kisses down her smooth, flat abdomen, he paused just above the small triangle of hair above her slit. Hannah was panting in anticipation of this moment. It had been months... months since anyone had touched her there. She smiled, picturing cobwebs between her thighs, and a small chuckle became a cry of joy as Wes suddenly licked the length of her slit.

"Ooooohhhh, yes, please," she moaned, feeling a slight release in the tension that had been building for so long. Just the knowledge that this evening would be spent in bed with Wes both relieved and heightened her agitation.

Hannah writhed slowly on the bed, arching her back and flexing her long, thin legs over and over. She wrapped her hands around Wes's head and ran her fingers through his soft large curls. His tongue probed deeper, teasing her entrance before moving back to her outer lips. The beard. He was growing the beard again and it was just past the prickly stage. The little hairs stimulated her sensitive labia. She remembered that he had never really liked having a beard but originally grew one only because she liked it. He hated how itchy it made his neck, but he did it for her. Because he loved her.

"Oh, God," she whispered, smiling broadly and wishing his hands could touch her everywhere at once. She stretched out her legs and rested her calves on his broad back. She had recently learned about his kayaking hobby, something she had never known in all their months together before. His back was broad and muscular and she shivered at the feeling of his strength under her legs.

Wes pushed at her thighs, forcing her legs up and open even more. Hannah grabbed behind her knees to hold them in place as Wes sucked at her pussy. As he moved slowly up, Hannah's breath quickened. She was close already. It hadn't taken long -- or, actually, it had taken months. Wes's lips reached her clit and Hannah shuddered. As his tongue circled around her nub, Hannah rubbed the back of Wes's head, encouraging him to continue.

After a few minutes, he paused and looked up at her. She looked into his eyes and mouthed, "I'm so close." Wes only squinted and Hannah remembered how little night vision he had without his glasses -- another thing she had only learned recently. "So close," she moaned, eliciting a smile from her lover and an eager prolongation of his ministrations.

Wes kissed back down her slit, licked the length of her folds, then moved back up to press his tongue against her clit. He repeated that pattern again and again, winding up the tension inside her.

"Yes, yes... yes! Yes!" she urged him each time he pressed his firm tongue against her most sensitive spot. But he would back away for a few seconds, causing her to whimper until he returned, pushing her closer... closer... closer...

Then he pulled completely back, breaking all contact. Hannah arched her head back and moaned, bracing for the next touch of his lips. Surely this next time would push her over the edge and into...

Oh GOD! Wes pushed firmly into her, sinking past her entrance and into her depths with one long thrust. The feeling of finally being filled magnified all of Hannah's sensations. She pushed her hips up, grinding her pubic bone against his and pushing herself into that state she had been hotly pursuing all evening.

Wes held still, forcing himself deep inside her as her walls clenched around him. He kissed the sensitive spot where her neck swooped into her shoulder. He carefully worked his hands around her body until she was fully embraced by him.

And still she came. She looked up at him in adoration, realizing she really knew him, that she loved him, that he loved her, and that all of that made this more beautiful and exciting than anything else her body had experienced to date. Rhythmically forcing her hips against him, she chanted, "Wes, Wes, Wes, Ohh God, Wes." His lips pulled at her nipples, forcing her thighs to clench in reflex. Every touch... every little move... she shivered, knowing she was slowly descending.

Hannah put her hands on Wes's cheeks, looking deep into his eyes. Panting heavily, she wanted to say something. "I... I... I... don't know," she got out. "I don't know what to say." Her face beamed, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "It was never like that before, was it?" she wondered aloud.

"No," Wes agreed. "But then again, you weren't really there before, were you?" He puffed steadily as he began thrusting into her slick depths.

Hannah looked away and considered that comment. She put her thoughts on hold, realizing that Wes had been much closer than she realized. After only a minute of moving gently between her legs, he was clearly holding back.

"It's OK," she whispered into his ear. "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

Wes's arms moved tighter against her as he groaned his release. Hannah silently counted the pulses, kissing her lover's neck with each one. No, she wasn't going anywhere. Not that night, and not for a long time.

*******

Donna insisted they keep the lights off.

"Whatever you want, babe," Steve had replied in the hastily agreeable tone of a man watching a woman prepare to undress for him.

She closed the door to keep out the light from the living room. The half-moon filtered through with enough light for Steve to make out Donna's beautiful curves as she slipped off her bra and panties. Sliding under the covers, she said, "Yikes! These sheets are cold!" Steve stood frozen in uncertainty until she insisted, "Come warm me up!"

He quickly doffed his pants and boxers, then joined her in bed. Donna rolled over onto him and they both gasped at the sensation of full body contact.

Donna straightened up a bit, steadying herself over Steve. He looked up in awe at the large, smooth breasts dangling in front of him, and he cautiously ran his hands up her sides and around to cup them. Donna held still, trembling in excitement and fear as Steve touched her. Then, snapping out of her trance, she reached between her legs and took hold of his member. It was warm and solid, longer than she had experienced but no thicker than she remembered.

There would be time later to take it slow. There would be time to explore, to lick and suck and kiss and feel. But Donna knew her own fragile state of mind, she knew how easily her resolve might wither. And she didn't want her insecurities to spoil this moment. Her body was ready; her body was beyond ready. She ached for this.

"Before I lose my nerve," she said softly. Steve nodded in the darkness. Donna slowly ran his tip along her folds, taking in the sensation of this foreign flesh touching her so intimately. Lining his head up to her entrance, she inched herself down a little. It was more difficult than she had expected, but she continued pushing down. Pulling her hand away, she steadied herself by putting both hands on Steve's chest. Light brown hair ran from his thin, toned abs up to the top of his chest. She focused on the feeling of his hair on her skin to distract from the pressure of his cock opening her up.

"oooOOOOHH!" Steve groaned as she sank down. He looked almost panicked and Donna wondered if their romp would be over before it even started. She paused, not wanting to overstimulate him.

Sensing her concern, Steve looked up and said, "No, it's OK. You just feel... amazing."

Donna gasped, "You do too." Then she rose up a little and pushed down harder, forcing her tight channel all the way down. She felt him pressing deep inside her, almost uncomfortably deep. She sat still, breathing deeply and lightly squeezing around his cock. Steve in turn flexed his penis, the unexpected twitch making her realize just how amazing it was that a part of him was so deeply inside her.

And he wouldn't stop touching her. From her hair and face, down her shoulders, across her breasts, around her back, all over her belly, and especially the wide hips she always tried to hide with longer shirts and looser pants. Steve's hands roamed all over her body as she held herself still on top of him. Self-consciously, Donna giggled and grabbed his wrists as they lingered on her chest.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's just so much to take in at once," he answered breathlessly. "I want to touch every part of you -- it's all so beautiful. Next time I want the light on so I can see you even better."

Donna fought back the urge to contradict him. Instead, she pressed his hands tighter against her breasts, wincing at the sensation of his guitar-string calloused fingertips on her nipples Slowly she began rocking back and forth, groaning a soft oooohhhhh as his tip stirred her depths. She was answered by a muffled moan from the man below her. Steve pushed up a little, even though it wasn't possible for him to be any deeper inside her.

"Is this OK?" he asked softly, sliding his hands down and lightly gripping Donna's waist.

Donna nodded and hummed "Mm-hmm." She also lifted herself up a little bit, ahh-ing at the feeling of his crown dragging along her walls. She realized that, as long as she focused on the erotic sensations and didn't think about Steve looking at her, she was much better able to enjoy their coupling. She leaned forward, putting her weight on her elbows on either side of Steve. Her face lined up with the top of his chest, and Donna put her face just below his collarbone. He smelled musky, manly, hot.

She heard him grunting as he slowly pushed up into her, but she tried to tune it all out. She tried to focus on the feeling of her walls slowly being pushed apart, then closing, then spreading, then closing. She could move her hips in just the right way to feel a consistent, delicious pressure on her clit. She homed in on that, spreading her legs just a little more to get the feeling she needed. Little sparks of extra pleasure sent chills up her spine. Soft hair tickled her nipples and she pushed harder against his chest.

More skin. She wanted more skin.

As if he had read her mind, Steve moved his hands from her hips and up her back, wrapping her up in a lover's embrace. His hands almost covered her whole back, his long fingers spreading from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. She felt smaller, fragile, and yet... safe. Every touch communicated acceptance.

Yes, that was it. Acceptance. That's what she wanted. She didn't need to tune Steve out. She needed to bring him into better focus, to see that he wasn't repulsed by her or distant or distracted. He wanted her. He chose her. He loved her.

As Donna sped up her motion on top of Steve, she listened to his desperate breaths just above her head. "Donna... Oh God, yes... Ohhhh yes... Oh God, Donna, you feel amazing... So beautiful..."

He wasn't closing his eyes and picturing the girl down the hall, like her college boyfriend used to do. He wasn't imagining scenes from his porn collection or his fantasy world. He was making love to her, and he was loving it!

And Donna was loving it, too. Oh God, she thought, it might really happen. "Don't move," she pleaded. Steve held still, pushed up as deep as he could go. Donna had found the perfect friction and was frantically pushing against that spot. Part of her was scared and wanted to stop. But her insides felt so tightly wound up, so on the edge, she couldn't bear to think of stopping now.

No... no... no... don't... stop... she grunted as she squeezed around the shaft that was driving her towards her peak. No, she wasn't going to stop. No, she wasn't going to get scared and hide. She lifted up her head, her bangs covering her face as she sucked in air. She felt the room shake and saw flashes behind her eyelids. She teetered on the precipice, and when she felt Steve's hands squeeze her back just a little tighter, she fell over the edge.

For Donna, cumming was usually a simple, quiet moment in the silence of a lonely bedroom. Years of sharing dorm rooms and apartments had trained her to minimize her pleasure for the sake of discretion. But she was in no mind to consider discretion that night, and as her walls clenched tightly around Steve, she cried out like one relieved of a burden she had carried for ages. She wrapped her arms around Steve's torso as she trembled and twitched, her legs trying to close but finding they could only grip tighter to the man in between them.




Sisters Ch. 04: Acceptance



As she regained the ability to determine her movements, she rested her head again on Steve's chest, lying there until her breathing slowed and her thoughts had cleared. Steve was rubbing her bottom, slowly running his hand along her lower curve and back up again. She must have lain there in his arms for at least five minutes, until she realized he was softening inside her.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry," she said softly, squeezing his cock with her tired pussy. "You need to... uh... do you want to switch or something?"

"Hmm?" Steve grunted, tracing his fingertips up her spine. "Oh... no, I'm fine. I, uh... I kinda finished with you."

Donna smiled. She had been so lost in her own pleasure, she hadn't even noticed that she was dragging Steve along with her. She giggled softly, thinking of past lovers' oblivion to her pleasure during sex, and how refreshing it was not to be an afterthought.

"Um, Donna... should I have pulled out or something?" Steve asked hesitantly. "We sort of skipped that conversation in the heat of the moment."

Rolling off of her lover and onto her side next to him, Donna draped an arm and a leg across him and mumbled, "We'll worry about that tomorrow, OK?" It would be a while before she could fall asleep, but until then, she watched her boyfriend doze off, a contented smile on both their faces.

*******

Donna heard a muffled noise coming from the floor. She stirred from her bed and picked up her pants. Pulling her phone from a pocket, she saw a message from Hannah.

On my way. See you in 30. She looked at the clock. It was mid-morning already.

Steve was rolling towards her, groggily rubbing his eyes. "Hey gorgeous," he smiled, eyes still squinting.

"Hannah's on her way," she replied with a grin. "You can shower if you're quick."

"Join me?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Not if we need to be quick. You go ahead."

"Ladies first," Steve insisted.

Donna shrugged and headed for the shower. When she was done, she dressed and tidied up the room while Steve showered. Just as she stepped out of her bedroom, Hannah was walking into the apartment. The sisters locked eyes, then each smiled.

"Have a good night?" Donna asked.

"Let's just say I'll be getting out of your hair sooner rather than later," Hannah replied plopping down on the couch. "You?"

Donna blushed and unconsciously glanced towards her bedroom door. Hannah smiled and nodded in understanding, giving her sister an exaggerated wink and two thumbs up. Donna sighed and said, "We need to talk details later."

"Oh, you better believe we will," Hannah agreed. "I think we both have a lot to talk about."

Donna headed back to her bedroom, saying, "I'm going to make sure Steve knows you're here."

"Sounds good. Oh, and Donna?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there a reason for the melted ice cream covering the kitchen table and dripping onto the floor?"

Donna's face registered confusion, and then embarrassment.

"I mean," continued Hannah, "I could think of several reasons to cover a table in ice cream, but I don't think you've quite reached that level of sexual experience yet, young grasshopper..."

*******

Six months later

"...and that's about it, Penny," Hannah said, standing across from her sister's marble gravestone. "Donna will be by to visit soon, I hope. But she gets car sick so easily these days. Steve's taking good care of her and is going to be a great Daddy. I can already tell he's going to be the kind of father we should have had, the kind we always wanted. I think they're waiting until after the baby is born to get married."

She paused, letting a few tears run down her cheeks. Looking up at the trees overhead, she continued. "It's not easy, Penny, it really isn't. I'm not as strong as you think I am. I still hate him, and I want to just run away from it all, but I won't let him win. Donna, too. She's really the stronger one, I think. I keep walking a fine line, so close to fucking it all up again, but I've got a great safety net, now. You were right. It's so much better this way. Harder, but so much better."

She stood silently for a few minutes, then turned to leave. She stopped abruptly, turned around, and placed a small card and envelope among the stems of the fresh flowers she had placed on the ground in front of the gravestone. The card began:





Sisters Ch. 05



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

The week seemed to drag by even more slowly than Monday had. The work I had always found exciting was now tedious and incapable of drawing my attentions away from Cathy. It was mostly Cathy I thought about all week long. I thought of Linda too and it still excited me to know that we'd be together early Friday evening for an entire weekend. But each time I'd think about Linda into my mind crept the thought that I'd also be spending an entire weekend with Cathy as well. I knew I had quite a dilemma on my hands now.

Friday finally came. The day crawled by. Finally I got out of work for the weekend. Just as on Monday I raced home, showered and changed only this time I had been given no reason not to go over to Linda's house as soon as I was ready. I packed far too many clothes for a weekend at a nudist camp although I did remember to bring a flashlight and pair of tongs as Linda had told me I needed to do. Linda and I had talked to each other every night that week and for several hours each time. It was reassuring to me that we did this. I felt like I was cheating on Linda because thoughts of Cathy entered my head so often. By week's end I had resolved that by attributing it to a natural curiosity about some one both beautiful and new.

When I arrived at Linda's house I had barely parked the car when the front door flew open and out ran Dawn. I laughed to myself, seeing her as just an exuberant kid. Still, it was a sort of acknowledgment by her that she too had accepted me into the family. As we walked up the pathway Dawn took me by the arm just as Linda had. I looked up to see Linda standing in the doorway, a smile upon her face. When I got to the door Linda hugged me and gave me a very nice kiss. She took me inside the house, Dawn ran up stairs while Linda and I went to the kitchen. Linda's parents were there making preparations for the weekend.

"Hi Sam," Linda's father greeted me. "Are you all ready for the weekend.?"

"I sure am sir."

Well, we've just about got the Explorer all loaded. We were just talking about seating arrangements" I too had thought about it if everyone was going which it seemed they were.

"Well Mr. Caine, I'd thought of that too and I could follow you in my car with Linda and then we should have plenty of space."

"Sounds like a good idea. You remembered your flashlight and towels?

"Yes sir, I did."

"Good, well, that being the case then we're ready to go. We need to get moving because it's several hours from here. I'd really like to get there before sunset. Linda, would you please get your sisters and tell them we're ready to leave."

"Sure daddy." She said and then turned to me and said, "Be right back. Don't go anywhere."

A few minutes later Linda reappeared with Dawn in tow. "Cathy said she'll be right down. You know what that means, she'll be another hour."

"Now stop saying those things Linda." Her mother reprimanded her. "I'm sure she'll be right down." Linda's mother left the kitchen and I heard her call up the stairs to Cathy, "Cathy dear, we need to get going. Your father's waiting."

"Okay mom, I'll be down in a sec." She replied. In just a minute Cathy was indeed in the kitchen with everyone.

"Okay, Linda and Sam will be following us today. Everything's loaded so let's get going." Linda's father said.

"I've just got this to put in." Cathy said looking down at a large suitcase you might take with you on a trip for a week.

"Cathy, you don't need all that stuff. No one cares how you look there so why don't you just leave it." Linda said to her.

"Now leave her alone," Linda's mother said. "I want you girls to be on your best behavior this weekend."

"Mo-o-o-m," Dawn whined, "You always tell us that and when have we ever gotten into any trouble?"

Her mother just smiled, grabbed a small beach bag that was on the counter and headed out the side door to the Explorer. "I'm parked right behind you so why don't Linda and I go and get my car out of the driveway." Linda thought that to be a great idea, grabbed my hand and almost pulled me out to my car. I backed the car out of the driveway and onto the street behind where Mr. Caine would come. I glanced at my watch. It was four fifty-five. While stopped Linda leaned over to me and gave me a long kiss and rubbed her hand on my penis. When she pulled away there was a devilish grin on her face.

It was only a minute until the Explorer came down the driveway and we were off. The ride was a fairly quiet one. Linda made small talk with me for about half an hour before taking a nap. It took us a little over two hours to get to the camp. Mr. Caine pushed a smart card into a slot that opened the gate to the camp area. Once inside we appeared to be on an extension of the small entrance road we had just come down. There was still forest all around us. We drove for about another half mile before we came to a large lake with a lot of beach houses set off into the woods. "Linda," I said poking her in her ribs with my fingers, "we're here."

"Huh," she said as she woke up in somewhat of a fog. "Have I been asleep the whole way?" she asked me.

"Just about."

"You should have awakened me. That was really rude of me. I'm sorry." She said. "Forgive me?"

"What's to forgive?"

Linda leaned over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. "That's what I love about you Sam, you're never presumptuous. Oh, there's the Fosters," Linda said with a bit of a jeer in her voice. "Their daughter Meg thinks she'd God's gift."

"Oh, and you don't?" I said to Linda chiding her a bit.

"What?" She exclaimed. "You know I'm not vain, well, maybe just a little bit." She admitted and laughed. "But Meg's got me on that one hands down."

We continued through the camp passing by numerous cottages both old and new as well as some trailers and campers. Finally, when we reach what appeared to be the very rear of the camp area. We pulled into the driveway of a multi-level "A" frame house. I saw Dawn jump quickly out of the Explorer in front of us, run to the front door and go on inside.

"What's she in such a rush over?" I asked Linda.

"Who knows what goes through her mind."

I shrugged at the comment and got out of the car and started unloading it. Linda went to the Explorer and helped unloading it. I looked at my watch. It was just 7:10. The sun was starting to go down and we were already in a twilight. It didn't take long to get everything unloaded and into the cottage. Linda's mother prepared a pull out sofa in the living room for me to sleep on. I wondered how Linda thought we'd have time alone over the weekend. Once done her mother disappeared upstairs. I looked at Linda and asked, "So what do we do now?"

"Well, why don't I show you around the campground?"

"Okay, sounds good to me." With that I started to take my pants off.

"What are doing?" Linda asked.

"Aren't we supposed to go naked around here all the time?"

"No! Most people only do that during the daytime. Stay like you are, you're fine."

I headed towards the door with my pants wrapped around my ankles. "Now what do you think you're doing?" Linda quipped.

"Well you said to go as I am didn't you? Well I am!" Linda laughed and we heard a giggle come from behind us. We both turned our heads and saw Dawn sitting on the stairway. "What are you looking at?" Linda scolded Dawn. Dawn giggled again and walked slowly back up the stairs. I pulled up my pants. Linda opened the door and we headed back down the road we'd just come up on.

"Okay, so what are the rules around here?" I asked Linda.

"There really aren't all that many. When you are on the beach or pool area you cannot be wearing clothes and you must bring a towel to sit on. Oh yeah," Linda grinned, "if you get a hard-on you'd better roll over 'cause you'll get it whacked by one of the camp's warlords. And don't do too much staring. People complain sometimes and it can get you kicked out of here and that would not make me very happy at all."

"Well, they seem easy enough. The hard-on thing though will be quite a challenge for me you know."

"Yeah, you'd get one looking at a female plant!" Linda ribbed me and then started running ahead of me thinking I might chase after her for saying such a thing. I went along with her and did chase her. She was too easy to catch and when I did I grabbed her around her chest grasping onto her breasts as I did so. Linda slapped my fingers away. "Stop that!" she warned. "Some of the people around here are pretty weird and you never know what they will complain about."

"Okay," I said trying hard to remember the rules as they started mounting up. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Nope, not that I can think of."

We continued to walk hand-in-hand down to the beach area and then across the beach. The sun had set and darkness was quickly setting in. It was a clear night and with no city lights the stars lit up the sky more brightly than I could remember. It felt so romantic to me that I stopped and took Linda in my arms and gave her a long deep kiss. Although she didn't resist at all she warned, "Ummm, public kissing on the beach is a no-no too."

"I thought you said you'd already told me all the important rules?"

"Well," she replied, "I didn't think of this one until you kissed me. Sam, don't be such a worry wart. I'll tell you everything you need to know. We'll do just fine here this week-end, trust me." I remember what people had said about the phrase "trust me." It was usually a warning that the person was either lying or holding back. I didn't think Linda was doing that however. I couldn't think of any reason she would want to. We walked slowly back in the direction of the house. Linda held onto my left arm with both her hands, a sort of snuggle while she was walking. I really felt good with her doing this. She made me feel special and that was really appealing. I no longer worried if I would have sex with Linda. I was now much more interested in just being with her. The only other person who had ever been so nice to me was Ellie. The thought of Ellie caused me to mentally pause and think about her a bit. I could feel a sense of missing her. That coupled with my feelings for Linda were a bit confusing and quite unnerving. I must have sighed because Linda asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing really." I replied less than honestly. Realizing this I decided it best to tell her the truth. "Well actually, I was just thinking of Ellie a bit. My feelings for her and my feelings for you are so much alike and I can feel both right now. I'm sorry Linda. Ellie is gone from my life forever, I know that. But you must have someone in your past who brings back fond memories. Well, that's what Ellie is to me."

"Oh, I see." Was the only response from Linda. That bothered me a bit.

"Are you all right by that? I mean Ellie is entirely in my past but it was such a short time ago you can't expect me to have entirely gotten over her already. I will, I know I will. It'll just take a little more time. Linda, you are the only person in my life now. I don't want or need anyone else."

Linda didn't respond to me right away. We were almost back at the house when she stopped and looked up at me and said, "Sam, if you weren't such a gentle, kind and considerate guy I would be offended. But I know you always tell the truth so that's good enough for me."

"Are you sure?" I asked looking for validation.

"Of course I am. I can't say that it thrills me to know you still think of her that way but I believe you when you say that it will pass. By the way, where is she now?"

"I didn't tell you?" I asked her. I realized I probably hadn't and that my question was a dumb one so I continued, "I guess not. Ellie is going to school in Grenoble, France. She'll study there for the next five years."

Looking quite relieved Linda said, "Thank you for telling me that. I know I come across as being so very confident but when there is something I really want I can become a little insecure."

I tried to comfort her by saying, "Well, that's only natural. I wouldn't expect you too be thrilled by it. It's just that it's the truth and I promised you I'd always tell you the truth."

"Yeah, you did. I forgot how the truth can hurt sometimes." With that said Linda took my arm again and led me back into the house. The whole family was sitting in the living room reading. There was no television at the camp so that was not an option. It was nice to be away from all those things though. I looked up at the clock, it was eight fifteen. It had become entirely dark as Linda and I had walked back but I hadn't noticed it. Now I did but the evening was still early as far as I was concerned. Linda had gone to the kitchen doorway and nodded for me to come to her. I did and she pulled me into the kitchen and gave me a great big kiss. "So what do you want to do?" She asked. I grinned back at her. She punched me in the arm and said, "Is that all you ever think about?" I nodded yes to her. She gave me a sly smile in return as if to say so did she. "Well, we can't do it now you know."

"Unfortunately," I replied.

"Shush, give it time. I'll think of something."

"I'll bet you will!"

"Smart ass," she said back. She took me back into the living room, grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and sat down on the floor. It was an old copy of Audobon magazine. The pictures were nice but my mind kept drifting elsewhere. I was almost totally distracted.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Linda asked.

"Oh, well, you know."

"No," she said too innocently, "I don't. Please tell me."

"Linda, you know exactly what I want." I grinned at her. Unfortunately this did not go unnoticed as I had hoped it would. Sure enough, Dawn piped in saying, "Yeah, I know whatchu want too!" Linda looked at Dawn angrily. Dawn defiantly ignored her but didn't say anything more.

I whispered into Linda's ear, "Do you think your parents heard us?"

"I don't know." She answered. "They probably did but since it came from Dawn they don't think anything about it. I hope that's true anyway."

Linda and I sat there quietly not saying or doing a thing for several minutes. It became apparent that her parents had not heard them or had ignored what was said. In either case we were both relieved.

"You want something to drink?" Linda asked me.

"Sure, what've you got?"

Linda went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and said, "We've got coke, diet coke, ice tea, milk, orange juice and water."

"I'll take a coke." I replied.

"How about anyone else?" she said to the rest of her family.

"I wouldn't mind a glass of ice tea dear," her mother responded.

"I want a coke too." Dawn piped in. Linda smirked at Dawn.

"Nothing for me thank you." Cathy said.

"Nothing for me either." Linda's father said.

Linda brought the drinks into us on a tray along with a bag of chips and two container of dip. "Mmm, thank you dear" Her mother said. Dawn grabbed her coke without saying a thing and Linda handed me mine. I thanked her with a big smile. Linda sat down next to me and we both started in on the chips and dip. I think we were both antsy for the evening to come to a close so we could be alone for a while.

"You wanna play some cards?" Linda asked me.

"Sure, what do you want to play?"

"Do you know how to play cribbage?"

"Yes, I do and I'm pretty good at it too." I told her, my pride showing through.

"Then it should be a good match because I'm pretty good too."

Linda and I played cribbage for the next hour and a half. She beat me almost every time. It was then that Linda's mother excused herself saying she was tired and said good-night to everyone. She prodded Dawn to go to bed much against Dawn's wishes, she prevailed however. Linda's father closed the book he was reading and excused himself for bed about five minutes after that. I felt so happy that we were finally alone. I felt sure this would be an opportunity for Linda and I to have some fun.

Linda's father had no sooner gotten up the stairs when I threw my arms around Linda and gave her the biggest kiss I could. I also started to fondle her breasts and of course I became immediately aroused. Linda went along with me for about a minute before she pushed me away. "Sam," she said seriously, "it's too dangerous. Someone is likely to come down at any time and someone probably will."

"Okay," I said, "I'll behave but I won't say I'll like it."

"Good," Linda replied, "and I'm glad you won't like it." That devilish smile of hers crossed her face at that point. Linda pulled me by the hand up and onto the sofa. She pushed me into the corner and snuggled up to me.

Sure enough, not ten minutes passed when Cathy came down in her bathrobe and slippers. She said she needed to get some Tylenol for a headache. Linda told her where she thought there was some and sure enough it was there. "I had a headache too," Linda said. Cathy went back upstairs almost as quickly as she came down. We could hear her parents moving about in their bedroom. "Do you think they're doing it?" I whispered into Linda's ear. That said I got a quick shot to the ribs. "I was just joking," I said to her. Linda didn't say a thing but I could see from her face that she didn't care for the remark. I made a mental note of that.

We sat there cuddling passing an occasional kiss back and forth until eleven thirty when Linda said, "Well, I think I should be getting to bed. Yours is all ready so you're all set. I'll see you in the morning."

I pulled Linda down onto the bed and made certain that I got one good long knecking session out of the evening. Linda didn't allow it to last too long. I think she was a bit concerned about being "caught." Funny, when you're not doing anything wrong you fear the most for getting caught. It's when you are doing something that might be seen as being inappropriate that your fears seem to disappear quickly.

"I didn't bring any pajamas." I said to Linda.

"What?" she asked incredulously. 

"I didn't bring any pajamas." I repeated.

"So, you are wearing underpants aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you're all set then."

"You don't think anyone will mind."

"Sam, sweetheart, remember, we're at a nudist camp. At some time tomorrow none of us will be wearing a stitch around here."

"Oh yeah," I grinned.

"Good night Sam." Linda leaned over and gave me a nice soft kiss on the lips. "Pleasant dreams."

"You too Linda. I can't wait for morning."

"Well, just don't get up too early. We are late risers when we're here, okay?"

"No problem." I replied.

"Night now," Linda said once again and turned and scampered up the stairs before I could involve her in another conversation. I quickly leaned over and turned out the table lamp next to the sofa bed. I thought I'd be awake all night just thinking of Linda and the day ahead. I was asleep within five minutes.



Sisters Ch. 06



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

I awoke early the next morning, six thirty. At least I thought it was early but I could smell the scent of bacon cooking. I got out of bed and followed the scent to the kitchen where I figured Linda was making me breakfast. To my surprise Cathy was standing in front of the stove with a fork in her hand cooking bacon.

"Well, good morning." She said.

"Good morning." I replied. Actually it was the only thing I could think of to say. I saw Cathy look down and then remark, "Nice shorts! Mickey mouse huh? I didn't know guys your age were into Mickey Mouse." I must have blushed profusely as here I was standing in my underpants only in front of a woman I barely knew. I had once again forgotten where I was. Cathy was wearing a light blue bathrobe tied snugly about her.

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.

"I'd love some. Funny, I don't even remember putting these things on."

"What's that?" Cathy asked.

"My Mickey Mouse underwear!" I said with pride.

"Actually, I think they're kinda cute. Most guys would never wear such a thing because of their macho crap."

"I never thought of it that way. I wear them because I like fun things. You should see the Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner shorts I have!"

Cathy laughed and said, "Maybe sometime I will. Why don't you go put the sofa bed away and I'll bring you a cup." I returned to the living room and did as Cathy suggested. I was just seating myself in the middle of the sofa when she brought the coffee to me on a tray with milk and sugar. She bent over to put the coffee on the table in front of the sofa. As she did so I was able to see right down her front. The robe still managed to conceal her breasts but the sight was still wonderful. I became transfixed to her breasts and I only came out of it when she asked me, "Is the view good?" Cathy had finished putting everything in front of me but had remained bent over. This surprised me greatly because the only reason for her to do such a thing was because she knew I was looking down her front and was allowing me a good look.

"Yes, it is, very much!" I said enthusiastically. Cathy smiled and pulled her robe open.

"There's no reason you shouldn't have a good look right now if you want. It won't be long before we're all naked anyway." Cathy's breasts were enormous, just as Linda had said. Cathy stood up straight and allowed her robe to fall from her shoulders but only as far as her arms. This seemed quite the contrast to her conservative dressing habits. She was giving me a complete view of her body and I decided to thoroughly enjoy myself by taking advantage of her allowing me to look at her. Her breasts were like Linda's in a way too. Her breasts were very firm and although they sagged more than Linda's breasts they still stood out fairly firmly from her chest. Her nipples appeared to be smaller than Linda's too. The triangle between her legs was a golden blonde. I kept looking down her body and noticed that like Linda she too had very beautiful long sleek legs. 

"God you've got beautiful legs!" I said almost automatically.

Cathy smiled at me and whispered, "Thank you." My eyes quickly returned to her breasts, the objects of my fascination. I reach out and touched them. I don't know why I did this but it felt like I was reaching out to Linda. I had no sooner caressed her breasts a single time when I realized what I was doing and quickly removed my hands. I apologized to Cathy profusely. Cathy simply smiled and assured me that she hadn't minded. This too caught me off guard. That seemed to be happening to me an awful lot since I'd known this family.

"Why don't you mind?" I asked. "I mean I am your sister's boyfriend."

"I know but Linda's so flighty I doubt she's even gotten far enough to think about the two of you having serious relationship yet. I'm sure Linda didn't tell you she isn't very high on heavy relationships."

"Well, no, she didn't." I said surprised.

"Yeah and I'll also bet she told you that I'm a prude."

I was struck by the honesty of Cathy's remark. "Yes, she did say something like that."

"My sister really has no idea what I'm like or what Dawn's like for that matter. I love her and all, you know, but she can be so spacey sometimes. Sam," Cathy continue with a very serious look on her face, "I really love Linda. She can be as sweet and nice as anyone could want. Then other times she makes absolutely no sense and will get mad over nothing. This all seemed to start when she was fourteen. I mentioned it to mom and dad back then but they told me it was just a phase she was going through and to ignore it. I tried to ignore it but she's eighteen now and she's still like she was, only worse. Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't have some sort of mental problem." Cathy took my hands and placed them back on her breasts and I freely squeezed and fondled them with great pleasure. My mind drifted to Linda.

"Do you really think she may have a problem like that? I mean being spacey," I asked her with a deadpan sort of voice.

"Well, let me assure you that she was telling you the truth when she called herself ditzy. It goes beyond that though. I don't know. Linda lives in a world of her own and is oblivious to almost anything that is going on around her. She really has no idea at all of what either Dawn or I are like. She thinks Dawn is very immature but if you ever listen to Dawn you'd find out very quickly that Dawn's much more mature than her years."

"I can't say that I've seen much of that side of Dawn yet. So far she's acted exactly like I'd expect a twelve year old to act and not a nineteen year old."

"Don't be fooled by her. She loves to play the silly girl, immature kid role but it's really just an act. Dawn usually knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it. She's probably the smartest of the three of us."

"Oh, all right. Is there anything in particular I should be watchful of?"

"One time I had a boyfriend over to the house. I had to go out for something with mom for a few minutes. We weren't gone more than fifteen minutes. When we got back we walked into the living room and Dawn was kissing my boy friend. She was only thirteen then but she was already well developed and she knew then how to use what she had. Dawn scares me because I know she is a very sexually oriented person and I think some day she may get herself in trouble. I'd hate to see that because in truth, I love Dawn like I think sisters need to. I mean, we need to stick together and help each other."

While listening to Cathy I came respect her good observations of her sisters and how even handedly she talked about Linda and Dawn. She was quickly gaining my respect and my interest. The entire time Cathy had been standing there she had left the front of her bath robe open and I took every advantage to study her body. She seemed more magnificent the longer I looked at her. I think she had gotten so involved in the conversation that she had entirely forgotten how she had left her bathrobe. Maybe she did know but didn't care. I didn't know. Then, as if she'd heard my mind thinking about her she asked me the last question I'd ever expect her to ask me. "So, do you think my boobs are too big? Linda is always making fun of me because I'm a full cup size bigger than she is and she's a D cup."

"Yeah, she told me that you are."

I tried to say more but I kept stumbling over my words. Finally I found the courage and calm to say to her, "I think they're great. I think Linda's are gorgeous too. Actually, if Linda hadn't told me, I wouldn't have thought of you as being bigger than Linda. I'd probably be too caught up in what I was looking at to notice the difference." I couldn't believe I had just said all that. I was sitting there talking to a woman about her breasts and her sister's breasts. It was totally unbelievable.

"Well, just to show you I'm not the prude Linda would have you believe I am and to show you the difference, come here."

I stood up and found myself immediately in front of Cathy. She lifted her breasts in her hands and said, "Now, take them and weigh them in your hands and see if you can't tell the difference." I was in shock over what Cathy was telling me to do but I was helpless to this type of a woman's power over a man. I lifted each of her breasts in my hands. I could tell immediately, just from the weight of them in my hands, that they had to be bigger. I took this opportunity to also squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples again. Cathy was showing signs of liking what I was doing and actually leaned into me a bit. I also quickly grew an erection which, having a mind of its own, pushed its way out through my underpants. This did not go unnoticed by Cathy and she reached down and grasped me and then very slowly and lightly stroked me. Shivers were running down my back. I did nothing to stop her even though I felt that I should have. I could feel the heat rising quickly in my loins as her soft gentle hand stroked me and I was truly afraid that I'd come all over her if she continued much longer.

"Anyway, Linda also said that for some reason you like to hide them from people so you appear to be much smaller than you really are." I paused for a second and then asked, "Why do you hide them? Are you ashamed of being large or is it something else?" I continued to fondle her breasts even as I asked that question. Cathy's enjoyment had become obvious by several moans that escaped from her. I also noticed her breathing had increased.

"No, I'm not ashamed of them at all. I just can't stand people staring at them all the time. I just don't want to be bothered by that. Guys look at my breasts when they are talking to me so I'll tell them, 'My face is up here.' That is usually enough to put them in their place. I don't want people to like me just because I have large boobs. I want them to like me for a lot of other things. They could know me better by going out with me and taking the time to get to know me, the real me!" Cathy paused briefly to reflect. "I've really been talking your ear off haven't I? I'll get off my soapbox now. Still, you are so sweet for listening to me. I know you listened to me too, by the way. You see, that is exactly what I want guys to do and is that too much to ask for? You'd think so. I just can't seem to find any guy who can do that though. I'm sorry Sam, I'm boring you again with my rambling. Also, I actually do know one guy who really does listen to me, you. God Sam, the way you touch me is wonderful. Not many people have ever been able to make me feel as good as you are right now just from touching my tits." Kathy leaned forward and gave me the type of kiss that says 'thank you for being so kind.'

It was at that moment we both heard someone coming down the stairs. Cathy quickly turned her back to me and tied her robe up. I did my best to get my erection back in my underpants.

It was Dawn. I thought how it figured to be her. Once she was downstairs Dawn slowed her walk into precocious movements around me. I felt her eyes studying me. Once in front of me she turned to me and said in a chirpy voice. "Good morning." Suddenly I felt a hand touch my hardness. There was no doubt that it was Dawn. I saw her grinning up at me. "You sure are up early this morning," she said. She patted my penis as she said that.

I quickly brushed Dawn's hand away from me. Cathy saw me do this.

"Dawn! How dare you do that! Keep your hand off him. You know it's wrong to do that," Cathy scolded her

Then Dawn came out with something that froze both Cathy and I. "Well, you were just doing more than that to him Cathy. I saw you from the top of the stairs and I also saw him holding your tits in his hands." Dawn's bombshell left us both speechless. Thinking she had some power over us now Dawn reach out and grabbed me and held me this time. "It feels so good and I know how much you like this Cathy." Cathy swatted Dawn's hand away from me and cautioned her, "Dawn, you'd better keep your hands off him or I'll have to tell mommy and daddy."

"I don't think you will Cath," Dawn said showing her very precocious self. "Remember what I caught you doing." Satisfied that she had entirely embarrassed us both Dawn went to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon and went back upstairs.

"What'd she mean by that?" I asked

Cathy was very slow to respond. She was acting like she didn't want to say anything at all. Then she slowly said, "Well, during Thanksgiving break last year my roommate from college stayed with us. The day after Thanksgiving Dawn walked into my room without knocking like she usually does and caught me with my roommate Alison naked together in bed. She said she was going to tell my parents. I knew they wouldn't understand so I agreed to do anything if she'd not say anything. I lost Alison over that too. Until just now it had never come up so I was hoping she'd forgotten. Obviously she hasn't. I'm just happy she hasn't asked me to do anything weird. I don't know what I'd do if she did."

"I can understand that," I said in my most empathetic voice. "Does Linda know about this?"

"Oh God no! She'd never believe it but it would have been much better if Linda had found us than Dawn. Linda would just have made fun of me for a few weeks and forgotten it. As it is she thinks I'm a little Miss Goody Two Shoes."

"That's for sure. She told me that she doubted your sexual desires entirely."

"That's what I'd figured. You see, in my first years at college I was too busy to date and when I did the next year it was so infrequent that I never bothered to tell anyone. I think the Dawn thinks I'm gay."

"Are you?" I asked.

"No, I'm not." She replied tentatively. "I am bi-sexual. I like girls but I really like guys better. For the right guy, if he wanted me to go entirely straight I'd do it. Sam, promise me you won't tell anybody. I worry enough about Dawn saying something. The only person who has ever made me feel as good as you just have from fondling my tits was my girlfriend. They say only a woman knows how to really make another woman feel good. You are beginning to put doubts into my mind about that one. Anyway, do you promise not to say anything?"

"I promise, I won't say a thing." I meant every word of it too. I had come to like Cathy very much that morning and I had no problem with her sexuality. "I'd always had the opinion that sex was a personal thing and was really no one else's business." I said that trying to reassure her of my intent. Cathy came to me and gave me a rather large and long hug followed by a kiss of equal magnitude. I wasn't sure of why she felt the kiss was necessary but I wasn't about to question it either. Her kiss had felt really good.

"You're going to Stonehill huh?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied, "I'm majoring in pre-med. I want to become a psychiatrist."

"I'm impressed." I said truthfully to her.

"So, how do you like your eggs," Cathy asked.

"Sunny side up," Linda surprised us by responding to the question.

"Oh!" I said surprised. I wondered how long she had been there and what she had seen and heard. Linda moved very slowly down the staircase. "Good morning sweetheart." She said to me. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm feeling pretty good. How are you feeling."

"I think I've got the flu," she responded. I could tell by her red eyes and nose that she was indeed sick.

"Well," I said, "I think you'd best stay in bed today and get over this."

"But I want to be with you." She whined.

"I know but it's more important that you get well quickly," I said honestly. "Besides, Cathy can show me around today." I had made an assumption I suddenly realized I shouldn't have.

"Sure, I'd be happy to," Cathy replied quickly and much to my surprise. "There isn't anyone I need to see here this weekend anyway. I was just planning on laying in the sun and catching up on some reading anyway."

"Cathy you're a sweetheart." Linda said. "I wouldn't trust Sam with anyone else but you. I know you'll be good to him." Linda had been taking her temperature and suddenly said, "Ack! 101.2 degrees. Forget the eggs. I'm going back to bed and suffer in silence." Before she could leave Cathy had managed to push some aspirin down Linda's throat with a glass of orange juice. Cathy truly was the most thoughtful of the three, or at least as much as Linda. It told me, however, that Linda really didn't have any idea of how non-naïve Cathy was contrary to her belief.

Shortly after Linda went back to bed Cathy asked me to go for a walk with her along the beach. I thought it sounded like a good idea and immediately agreed. With that Cathy dropped her bathrobe right there. It all seemed so strange that given the proper setting we will do things we wouldn't otherwise do. I was only in my underpants I searched around in my duffel for my tongs and towel. I quickly found them and took off my underpants. I turned around and found Cathy watching me. I grinned sheepishly at her.

"Very nice," Cathy said with a smile on her face. "Linda does have good taste if nothing else." Cathy's compliment felt good and yet caused me some concern. I was still wary of what I seemed to be getting myself into.



Sisters Ch. 07



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

*

While Cathy was gathering up a few things to take to the beach with her I took the opportunity to study her body. Like Linda, Cathy's body appeared to be in perfect shape. She seemed to be about the same height as Linda as well and like Linda her breasts were extremely prominent. When Cathy was facing me I felt I could possibly be looking at a Playboy Centerfold, she was that beautiful. I glanced between here legs. Her hair their was indeed a light shade of brown which accounted for her brownish blonde hair. I could imagine her hair being bleached by the sun every summer adding to her beauty. Yet there was more to her than this physical beauty. I cannot explain it, however, there was something about Cathy that spoke of class. Possibly it was the way she carried herself. I decided that it was a combination of good things about her that came together to make Cathy the truly beautiful woman she was.

"Well, shall we go?" Cathy asked.

"I'm all ready," I replied.

"Great, so let's head for the beach."

Walking around outside totally naked was an entirely new experience for me. I felt fortunate that at eight in the morning there was almost no one out. As we got closer to the beach I could see there were a lot more people out and about than I had first thought. There were as many women as men and lots of young kids playing in the sand and all totally naked. I saw immediately that there were people of all ages and sizes. This was comforting for me and helped me to relax. There were some very good looking women on the beach and I started taking notice of them. That got my mind off myself and into the reality of where we were at. It was then I noticed a problem quickly arising.

"Cathy?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if we stop here for a bit? I think I need to lie down."

Cathy was just in front of me, "Don't be silly Sam," she said as she turned towards me, "it's so much . . .," at that point she noticed my increasing problem. "larger."

"What?" I asked her confused.

"I mean, yes, of course, let's lie down right here. Just stretch out your towel and lie down on it." I accomplished that in very short order.

"What brought that on?" Cathy asked me as she lay down right next to me.

"One of the women on the beach. This is all so new to me I get turned on too easily."

"I understand." Cathy said. "Fortunately women don't have that problem."

Pointing towards her breasts I said to Cathy, "Well, actually they do. Your nipples are pretty hard aren't they?" Cathy lifted herself slightly. Her large pendulous breasts hung with her very hard nipples standing out prominently. "I see what you mean." Cathy responded. She touched her nipples in move meant only to tease me then she lay back down laughing to herself as she did.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"You are," she replied. "Actually, we are."

"I don't understand."

"It's really quite simple, you're screwing my sister and I think I'm the only one who knows. Everyone thinks I'm so naive and only you know I'm not. Strange how things happen sometimes isn't it?"

"Yes, I see what you mean."

"So which one of the women caught your eye?" Cathy asked.

"You see the strawberry blonde over there right near the shoreline?"

"Oh yes," Cathy said, "but she hasn't got big boobs so what do you see in her that interests you so much?" Cathy said to me with her tongue firmly placed in her cheek. I felt as if there was something she wasn't telling me.

"Her naked pussy," I said trying to use a little shock treatment against Cathy.

"Funny, that's what I like about her too," Cathy said in a very serious voice. "Would you like me to go over and have her come here to introduce you to her?"

"What?" I said confused, "What do you mean? Do you know her?" My last question showed some definite interest in Cathy's proposal.

"Just when I think I understand you, you come back at me with a statement like that. I guess I should have remembered that you like women too."

"Yup," she said with a grin. I found Cathy's wry sense of humor very appealing. "So answer my question, do you want to meet her?"

"I guess so but I might get caught staring at her pussy. That would be embarrassing."

"Maybe but I don't think so." Cathy didn't wait any longer and got up and walked over to the woman we had been talking about. It was obvious that they knew each other because the strawberry blonde gave Cathy a quick hug as soon as she got they. They chatted briefly before Cathy brought her to where I was laying. "Sam, this is my friend Dottie. Dottie, this is Sam." I got up to shake her hand and as I shook her hand I heard Dottie say, "Ooops!"

I didn't have to look down. I could feel my erection and immediately placed myself back on my stomach on the sand. "I'm sorry Dottie. I can't seem to help myself when I'm around such beautiful women." This may have sounded like a come on had I not been so obviously aroused by her presence. As I looked up at her I could also look at her pussy without her noticing, or so I thought. "I did a pretty good shaving job wouldn't you say Sam?"

"Well, umm, yes, you did." I was completely embarrassed by the question and turned several colors of red. Dottie smiled at me and then apologized for embarrassing me. Dottie and Cathy sat down on the sand next to me, facing me. Cathy crossed her legs as she sat while Dottie stretched her legs out straight towards me with her legs spread slightly. It allowed me an unobstructed view of Dottie's pussy. I did take time to notice her breasts too. They seemed larger now that they were up close than they had seemed at a distance. She was no where nearly as big as Cathy but she her breasts were very firm and good looking. She appeared to be a C cup, or maybe a little smaller. Regardless, the one thing I was certain of was that I had two very good looking women in front of me and I wasn't about to complain.

Dottie caught me staring at her shaven pussy and said, "You find that interesting don't you?"

Embarrassed again I answered, "Well yes, I do. I've never see that before."

"There are a lot of women who shave themselves there. I guess you'd have to come to a place like this to know that though," Cathy said. "Sam, do you think I should shave myself?"

"I do!" Dottie piped in with a grin on her face.

"Well, maybe, if you wanted to. I mean, it would be interesting to see you like that." I stammered and stumbled over my words.

"Maybe I will then." Cathy looked at me with a grin on her face.

"Well, as long as we are forced to stay here for a while we might as well get some sun." Cathy said.

"I've got a better idea," Dottie said. "Why don't we go back to my place and sun ourselves in the back yard. It's fully enclosed so we can have our privacy to do and talk as we like."

"Sounds good to me!" Cathy said exuberantly.

We gathered up our things. Dottie had already gotten her things. She led us back to her cottage. It was much smaller than the one where I was staying but it was still very nice. It was obvious as we walked through the cottage to the back yard that Dottie lived alone while she was there. There was not a thing that even hinted of a masculine presence. Her back yard had what appeared to be a twelve foot wooden fence that totally enclosed her back yard. There was little doubt about Dottie's statement, she did have great privacy. Dottie invited us to lie down together on a large blanket she had taken down from a clothes line nearby and placed on the ground. There was more than enough room for the three of us there and we were in total sunlight as well. It felt much better to me to be there.

"Oh," Cathy said and got up, "I'd better call the house and tell them where we are." She immediately went back into the cottage.

"You really like Cathy a lot don't you Sam?" Dottie's remark caught me totally off guard. How could she possibly have know that since I hadn't even said it to Cathy herself yet.

"Yes, I do, but how did you know?"

"Sam, Cathy and I have been friends for many years and let's just say I know Cathy and I can tell when two people really like each other." I had no response for that. I was saved, however, by Cathy's return. She and Dottie were lying next to each other with Cathy next to me.

"I'm glad we have this time," Cathy said to Dottie.

"Me too," Dottie replied. Then she asked the question of the century where I was concerned. "Does Sam know?"

"He's kinda knows," Cathy replied. I wondered what I kinda knew and fortunately Cathy explained to me, "Sam, you know how I told you about my break-up with my girlfriend last November?" I replied that I did. "Well," Cathy continued, "after that happened I called Dottie. She lives just across town and she came over the same day to comfort me. I was devastated and Dottie had been my best friend since high school so I naturally called her. It was that day that I found that Dottie is also bisexual. Dottie and I have been sort of part time lovers ever since. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked me. I was floored to say the least.

"I think so. I mean I understand the concept I'm just not sure what a part time lover is."

"Well, Dottie and I want to be certain nothing comes between our friendship so we agreed that we'd only do things together once in a while. We're not really lovers at all. We are just two very good friends who really enjoy each other's company." That made a lot more sense to me.

"Okay, now I understand."

Cathy smiled at me and thanked me for understanding. She then rolled over to Dottie and the two women exchanged kisses for what seemed like a really long time. The entire time they allowed their hands to roam each other's bodies. I could see they were fully enjoying themselves so I decided I'd just put my head down and take a nap. I was afraid I would start feeling left out so I thought it would be better if I didn't watch. I had no sooner put my face down into the blanket when I felt breasts pressing against my back. I knew it had to be Cathy since she was right next to me. "I'm sorry Sam. That was really very thoughtless of us to do that to you," Cathy said.

"Oh, that's all right." I said.

Dottie had come around the other side of me and lay down next to me on that side. "No, it's really not Sam. I'm really thankful that you don't mind what we were doing but it's very rude to just leave someone out of something you're doing if you don't plan on including them." The unexpected, which I was beginning to expect, happened again. Dottie pulled me so I was lying facing her. She took my hand and placed it against her pussy and then pushed her pussy against my hand. Her pussy was so well shaven that it could easily have been her inner thigh and I would not have known the difference except that there was a heat and wetness immediately apparent to me. I could feel her opening herself up to me and I pushed a finger into her. In the mean time Cathy had pulled herself up to me from behind and was going between kissing me on my shoulders and kissing Dottie. I could feel Cathy's breasts pressing hard into me. It was like a dream come true however it was a bit overwhelming for me. It felt too much like I was in an X movie I had seen which made it feel cheap to me even though I knew it wasn't. I moved so that the three of us were forced to separate. "I really love this," I said as I looked into Dottie's very pretty face, "but it's something I'm not used to at all so I'm rather uncomfortable with it. Maybe another time okay?"

"Sure Sam," Dottie replied, "but promise me there will be another time."

I wasn't sure I could make that promise so I looked back at Cathy. She smiled at me and shook her head yes in support of the idea. "Well, okay I guess. I was concerned how Cathy would take it but she seems all right by it too so who am I to complain."

"I couldn't have said it better," Cathy said.

"Cathy, do you really want to shave yourself?" Dottie asked with a grin.

Cathy sat there and thought for a second then said, "Sure, why not?"

"So let's do it now!" Dottie suggested.

"Now?"

"Sure, why not? Good a time as any. I'll just run inside and get what we need." Before Cathy could say anything more Dottie had gotten up and run inside her cottage. Almost as quickly as she had gone she reappeared with a shallow plastic bowl, shaving cream and a razor blade. "Okay, so let's do it!"

"All right," Cathy responded smiling at Dottie.

Cathy spread her legs and Dottie sat down between them. Dottie first lathered Cathy up with the shaving cream. She must have enjoyed it very much because she took a very long time rubbing the cream in. From the look on Cathy's face she was enjoying it every bit as much. A slight moan slipped from Cathy's lips. "Oops," Cathy said and blushed.

"I think she really likes it," Dottie said looking at me. That said Dottie took the razor blade and started to shave Cathy. She did it slowly and frequently washed off the blade in the water which was in the plastic bowl. When she was more than half done Dottie said to Cathy, "Maybe Sam would like to have a hand in this!"

Cathy groaned at Dottie's pun and looked at me. "Want to do it?" Dottie asked.

"Well I guess so," I answered uncertainly. "I mean, what if I hurt you?"

"You won't," Dottie replied.

"She right," Cathy said, "besides, I trust you Sam and I know you well enough to know you'll be gentle anyway."

Dottie removed herself from between Cathy's legs and motioned for me to replace her there. I slowly did so and looked at what was left. Dottie had not done the shaving that was closest to Cathy's most tender areas. I looked up at Cathy with uncertainty. "Sam, I think you should probably put some more shaving cream on her if you was to be sure she's plenty wet." Again Cathy groaned at Dottie's pun.

"Dottie, you've got such a wicked and dirty mind," Cathy said straight faced.

"Yeah, doncha love it!" Dottie beamed.

"I guess," Cathy said, "it is one of those things that makes you different from most women Dottie."

"I'm not like most women," Dottie exclaim again with pride.

"That's for damn sure!" Cathy said and then looked at me. "Go ahead Sam, you'll do just fine. I have complete faith in you."

I sprayed some shaving cream in my hand and began to apply it to Cathy's pussy. It took no time at all for me to realize the pleasure Dottie got from doing this. If I were not erect before I was most certainly standing extremely erect now. As I continued to lather Cathy I heard her moan again. No one said a thing this time. I think we were all getting into it a lot. I took the razor blade and with great care I started to shave around Cathy's pussy. I quickly found that in order to shave her properly meant I had to place my fingers inside her pussy to draw her skin taught where I was shaving. Almost as soon as I had placed my fingers in her Cathy moaned once again. I noticed that Dottie was playing with her pussy as she watched me shave Cathy. This was one of the most erotic things I had ever done and I really enjoyed doing it. An image of Cathy standing in the shower while I shaved her pussy and legs went through my mind. I must have chuckled because I heard Cathy say, "So what are you thinking Sam?"

"Oh, nothing really," I replied trying to dodge the question.

"Come on Sam, out with it!" Cathy demanded.

"Well, all right," I said, "I was just imagining does this to you in a shower and shaving your legs too."

"You sly thing you!" Cathy said with a glint in her eye.

"Watch out Cathy," Dottie said, "you seem to have quite a handful on you."

"Dottie, you're incorrigible with these puns of yours!"

"I try," she replied. "Continue Sam, let's get her finished."

I continued to shave Cathy and found myself taking great pleasure in doing it. My fingers were constantly manipulating the folds of her pussy to give her the closest shave possible. In doing this I found that I had moved my head to where it was only a few inches from her pussy. In taking my time at this job I could hear Cathy responding to my touches by her short moans. She was also beginning to squirm just as I was finishing. In a bold move, once I felt I was done, I took my hand and rubbed it all over her pussy and made sure I ran a finger right through the inside of her pussy as I did this. Cathy said nothing though her movements were becoming more animated. I wanted to go on but I was a little afraid to do that so I stopped and leaned back.

"Oh God that felt good," Cathy said when she realized I was done. She ran her hand over herself playing with herself a bit as she did so. "You've done a wonderful job Sam. May I have you shave me regularly, you do such a good job."

"Will you share Cathy?" Dottie asked.

"If you're good I'll consider it." Cathy replied jokingly.

"I'm never good Cathy and that's why you like me so much." Dottie replied as if sparring with her.

"Dottie, stop masturbating yourself. Can't you see what you're doing to poor Sam," Cathy said as she looked towards my enormous erection. I was so excited I felt as if the slightest touch be either of them would cause me to explode immediately. When I looked at Dottie and then at Cathy I couldn't help but wonder if they were not in the same state as well. It seemed that none of the three of us knew quite how to continue from this point. I looked at Cathy for some sort of direction.

Cathy must have been equally as unsure because she asked Dottie, "So what do you want to do now Dottie?"

It must have sounded like a loaded question because Dottie quipped, "I don't know. What did you have in mind Cath?"

"I really don't know Dottie." Realizing Cathy's dilemma, Dottie decided to relent.

"Cathy," Dottie said, "why don't we save this for another time okay? Let's just get some sun in."

We all agreed that it was a good idea and so we all fell asleep in the sun of Dottie's back yard.



Sisters Ch. 08



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

*

The next thing I heard was Dawn's voice waking me up. "Hey, wake up there Sam! I think it's time you toasted the other side." Dawn laughed at her attempted joke. Cathy was already sitting up on her towel when I woke up. I turned over and sat up as well. Then I heard Dawn say, "So, got a bit of a hard-on problem?"

"No," I replied, "I'm just fine."

"Watch your mouth," Dottie said angrily inserting herself. "This is my yard, not yours."

"Yeah, well, I don't think he should go walking down the beach feeling so all right." She pointed to my groin as she said this. I saw that I still was entirely erect. I scowled at Dawn for poking fun at me. "Oh yeah, I've got a message for you from mom and dad Cathy. They had to go into town to get some food and they want you to go back down to the cottage to take care of Linda while they're gone."

"How long ago did they leave?" Cathy asked.

"They just left and sent me up here to get you. They said they should be back by one."

"What time is it now?" I asked her.

"It's just after eleven."

"Damn," Cathy said, "I didn't realize we'd been out here so long. My skin is so fair I burn very easily. I put on sun block before we left so now it has had the ultimate test. I hope it worked. Sam, Dottie, I guess I'd better go see to Linda. Will you be all right here until your problem goes away Sam? Better yet, I think it might be a good idea if you two went back to the beach. I'm sure Dottie isn't interested in having you around." Cathy said in a voice obviously aimed towards Dawn. "So you'll be all right Sam?" she asked again.

"Yes, I'm sure I will. I'll be fine."

"And I'll keep him company just to make sure he doesn't break any of the rules."

Dawn's idea was not particularly inviting to me however I really did need someone around who knew the rules so I conceded. I could see Cathy's reluctance at leaving. Dawn and I followed Cathy out the door and back down toward the beach.

"Come on back to the cabin for lunch in an hour okay?" Cathy said to us in front of Dottie's cottage..

"Don't worry, we will." Dawn said to her.

Cathy worried upon hearing that but she had no other choice. She would have preferred that I had gone with her however she didn't feel that to be fair. Shortly after Cathy left my erection did as well. I attributed what I considered a problem to be a reaction to my desires for Cathy. I knew it had to have been that especially considering what she and I had been engaging in earlier that morning. Dawn and I went back down to the beach where I had been. Dawn looked at me.

"Well, you look like you're cured now. What do you say we stay out of the sun so you don't get burned, if you aren't already. You look like you've had enough for the whole day already anyway."

The idea sounded good to me. Dawn was already leaving the beach walking along the shoreline. "We can walk over to that beach over there." Dawn said pointing to a small beach that was still in the shade.

"Okay," I said, "sounds good to me." I felt it would pass a little time before lunch. It didn't take us long at all to get there. Just before we reached the shoreline Dawn threw her blanket down on a rather large flat rock.

"Why are you stopping here?" I asked her.

"Well, this is kind of a favorite place of mine to sit and watch all the people over there." She said pointing across the water. "I really like it because no one comes over this way and they can't see me from there. Believe it or not I like some privacy sometimes too."

Dawn actually sounded more mature than I had ever heard her which I had to admit had not been all that much. It suddenly occurred to me that I had not taken any notice of Dawn's nakedness at all. I was making up for that now. She was definitely following in Linda's footsteps. Her breasts were a little smaller but they looked like they still might still have a little way to go.

"You really do like titties don't you?" Dawn quipped.

"Who told you that I do.?" I asked somewhat surprised by her knowledge of that fact.

"Linda did. She tells me just about everything. She told me that you're a great fuck too. She also told me to keep my hands off you."

"Sounds like good advice," I said replying to her last statement.

I was looking over Dawn's breasts when she said to me, "Linda wasn't kidding! You really do like tits. I see the way you're looking at mine. I'm not dumb you know." Dawn held her chest out as she said this make her breasts become very firm and prominent. I was surprised by Dawn's language but as I considered that thought further I decided it was definitely a family characteristic. I decided to try to divert Dawn's attention from sex.

"So what are your parents like? I really haven't gotten to know them."

"Dad's pretty cool for someone who's gay."

"Gay?" I asked in disbelief. "How can that be so? He's married to your mother and he's had you three girls."

"Mommy explained this to me once but it doesn't make a lot of sense. She said they had always been good friends in high school and she knew he was gay back then. Mom said she actually had a crush on him but figured she could never have him because he's gay. She also said something about coming out of the closet and how it was not a good thing in those days. So she and daddy planned their marriage so he could enjoy his friends and Mommy was happy because it meant she could be with him. As far as I know they've only had sex three times. You get it? Three times, three girls. Anyway, as it turned out they both really love each other but daddy has a boyfriend he has sex with and so does Mommy. I mean she has one of her own."

I found the story to be incredible but entirely understandable. "So," she said, "any more questions?"

"Just one. How do you girls feel about it."

For some reason Dawn found it necessary to move right beside me before answering my question. As if she were revealing a family secret that everyone would heard unless she whispered she said in a much lower voice, "We didn't understand it at all at first but they do love each other very much and daddy's a great father so we don't have any complaints."

I was relieved to hear that. I found myself looking down at Dawn's breasts again and then down at her auburn mound then back to her breasts. I got lost in my thoughts of how wonderful looking breasts are and how I was beginning to accept and acknowledge my obsession with them. I momentarily forgot myself and reached out and fondled one of her breasts. It only took me a second to remember who I was doing it to so I quickly retracted my hand. "Why did you stop?" Dawn asked and for some reason that question didn't surprise me at all.

"Remember, I'm dating your sister and this just isn't right."

"Well fuck it. Who's gonna know if I don't say anything?"

"I'll know, that's who."

"Oh Sam, you know you like sex too much to turn it down from anyone. I'll bet if my mom came on to you you wouldn't turn her down."

"Oh, I think I would." I said very self assuredly to Dawn.

"You've never seen mom naked. She's really pretty."

"You know I love your sister Linda and that's why I came here." I hoped that by putting things back into perspective would back off Dawn. It didn't.

"Yeah, well how do you feel about this?" Dawn reached over and started stroking my penis. I pushed her hand away but she just put it back. I should have removed her hand so there would be no doubt I didn't want her to do this but I was a little weak about such things and being a little weak can cause a lot of problems. It took only seconds for her to get me fully aroused. "There now," Dawn said, "now you look even better." Dawn in all her boldness leaned over and started kissing me. She kissed every bit as well as Linda. I was returning her kisses when I noticed how close to coming I was from Dawn stroking me. I quickly broke the kiss.

"Dawn, it's not right for you to do that."

"Maybe but I just did and you didn't even try to stop me. You kissed me too just like you really want it anyway. I know you want it so why don't you just admit it." She reached over again and stroked me some more. I actually shivered from the sweet touch of her hand. That did not go by unnoticed and Dawn simply grinned at me. I found myself becoming very quickly caught up in it and was quickly falling prey to an over-sexed young woman. Even though I kept telling myself how wrong it was I found myself helpless. I no longer desired her to stop. I was enjoying what she was doing and I was actually excited just by the thought that this was Linda's sister I was having sex with. It excited me but it also worried me and made me feel a little guilty. My hormones more than overcame any objections I had and served only to promote what had been started. To make matters worse I reached between her legs and started to play with her clitoris. Dawn spread her legs wide immediately giving me full access to her. It wasn't long before we were lying next to each other and playing with each other.

"Will you fuck me?" Dawn asked. I should have said no immediately but I hesitated before I finally got the words out. I had given away my desires by this faux pas. Dawn lying down on her back, spread her legs wider and pulled me by my penis towards her. I did try to resist. I was far too weak and far too full of lust at this point. I slowly eased my fully engorged penis into her. Dawn shrieked a bit when I pushed it the rest of the way in. I looked down and saw blood dripping down her thighs. She had been a virgin. I couldn't believe it. Dawn was prompting me to make love to her and so I did. She felt so much like Linda it was incredible. Some of her moves were even the same as Linda's. It didn't take long, however, for Dawn to have an orgasm and I climaxed shortly after that.

"Linda's right, you are a good fuck!" I suddenly found strength and stood directly up my penis still fully erect. I had decided I didn't care what she said anymore, we had already gone way too far and I had to stop it before it went any further at all.

"Come on Dawn, it's time to go to lunch." I got up quickly, extremely angry with myself and I was also becoming paranoid.

"Not like that you aren't." Dawn said pointing at my erection.

"I really don't care Dawn. I'm going with or without you and if anyone sees me like this, well, they can just go to hell if they don't like it. What I did was definitely wrong but I want you to remember that you that even though I have no excuse for being weak you have no excuse for doing what you did. You own some of the blame on this one and don't forget that either." I didn't wait for Dawn to answer. I had only walked a hundred feet or so when I saw that my penis was completely flaccid. I felt more at ease now and walked quickly back to the cabin. When I got there I found Dawn right behind me holding out a towel to me.

"Forget something?' She said sarcastically.

I grabbed the towel from her hand and went right into the house giving her no reply. Once inside I suddenly became very fearful that Dawn would say something out of spite. I saw Linda sitting on the couch drinking a coke. "How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Believe it or not, I feel completely recovered. I don't know what was bothering me but whatever it was it's gone now. That means you and I can go out this afternoon." When Dawn heard this she stormed out of the room without saying a thing. I was thankful for that much. I sat down next to Linda and she pulled herself into me. She was wearing a bra and panties underneath her bathrobe. It wasn't exactly the dress of the day but it seemed appropriate under the conditions. "So, Cathy tells me she left you in Dawn's charge. Did she behave herself or did you have to spank her?"

"Actually, she told me a very interesting story about your parents." I said that hoping to completely avoid the question of how Dawn had behaved. It worked.

"So you know daddy's gay and everything?" she asked.

"Yes, Dawn told me all about it. Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. But if she told you my mom has a boyfriend then she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"Well, actually she said both your parents have different sex partners."

"It's true that daddy does but mommy's always loved daddy too much to want anyone else." Somehow that seemed to make sense to me.

"Are you certain of that?" I asked her.

"Yes, pretty sure. I mean it's not like it's something I can come right out and ask her about. But as far as I can tell she's never had time for anyone else and I know she's totally devoted to daddy and keeping him in the closet was much safer. Daddy told me this is usually called a marriage of convenience but in their case they really do love each other so that makes it a real marriage. I think that it's because of all this that daddy's such a cool guy. He's also got the biggest cock I've ever seen!"

"Linda! That's no way to talk about your father!" I reprimanded her.

"Well it's the truth. I've seen it enough here. I would mind trying a cock of that size some day. But don't worry Sam, I'm not into incest. Actually, I think it's gross."

I was relieved to hear Linda say that. I also had to concede her point about just taking notice of what was in full view. So I decided not to worry about any of it at all.

"Let me warn you though," Linda said, "Dawn is a little minx and I'll guarantee you that at some point this weekend she will definitely try to seduce you. Just ignore her and she'll stop bothering you. If you don't, I can assure you that she is fully capable of seducing you." Linda must have been a little congested still because I could smell the distinct scent of Dawn's sex heavily upon me. I was sure Linda would eventually notice but it seemed like she wouldn't. I was very happy for that.



Sisters Ch. 09



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

*

We had lunch and Linda went to take a shower. While she was taking her shower her parents returned from their shopping trip. "Oh hi Sam!" Mrs. Caine said to me cheerfully, "Where are the girls?"

"Linda's upstairs taking a shower. She feeling much better now and wants to get out of the house. Dawn's upstairs and Cathy left to visit one of her friends."

"So what do you think of this place?" Mr. Caine asked.

"I like it. I really like it. It's so different than anything I've ever known before though. I still haven't gotten used to people walking around with no clothes on."

"Yes," Mr. Caine said, "that does take a bit of getting used to but most people get past the initial shock fairly quickly. Usually it takes only a few hours."

"I'll bet Cathy went to visit Dottie," Mrs. Caine said to her husband.

"Probably, Dottie seems to be the only person Cathy really likes here. I wonder about her sometimes though. She seems almost anti-social when she's here."

"Yes, she did go to visit Dottie," I said.

"I don't think that she's anti-social. I think it's just that there are only a few girls her age here so she probably just cares for Dottie the best."

"I'm sure that has to be it Mrs. Caine," I said. "I met Dottie this morning and Cathy was really happy that she's here this weekend."

"So, do you want to go down to the beach?" Mrs. Caine asked her husband.

"No, I've got a chess match with Brad I want to finish. He thinks he's got me beaten in that game we started last time he was here but I've got a move that's going to really surprise him."

"Okay dear, I'm going down to the beach. I'll probably be back around four or so."

"I should be back by then as well. If I'm not, send out a rescue squad and have them haul me back from Brad's."

"Anything you say," Mrs. Caine said in a cheeky manner. She went upstairs and Mr. Caine headed right out the door to his friend's house. About five minutes later both Linda and her mother came down the stairs, towels over their arms and otherwise completely naked. Seeing Mrs. Caine entirely naked for the first time I was struck by her beauty. From the beginning I had thought how young she looked and her body did nothing to change that opinion. In fact, it made her look younger still. I also had to admit, as much as I hated to do so, that Dawn was right about her mother. I could easily see my being drawn into her.

When Linda came to me I whispered in her ear, "How old's your mom?"

"She's 39. She'll be 40 next May."

"Gee, she must've been very young when she got married."

"Yeah, she was 17 and already pregnant with Cathy."

"She looks so much younger than 39 too! If I didn't know better I would have said she was only about 30."

"Most people think that when they see her. I hope I look like her when I'm her age."

"You can't, your boobs are too big!"

Linda stuck me hard in the ribs.

"What did you say dear?" Mrs. Caine asked Linda.

"Oh, nothing mom. Sam was just saying how young you look."

"Oh, I thought I heard boobs mentioned. Sam, the girls get large breasts from their father's mother. Obviously they don't get it from me," she said lifting one of her breasts and allowing it to fall back. Normally I would have thought of Mrs. Caine as being very well endowed but in comparison with her daughters she was indeed much smaller. I guessed her to be a full C cup.

Mrs. Caine walked passed me just about that time and said, "I fill out a C cup pretty well but the girls as you can see, well, that size would be much too small for them." I was set back by Mrs. Caine's remark. Her personal openness was something I had never experienced with an adult. I liked it. Linda seemed to not even have noticed it. Why should I be surprised by that I thought to myself.

Linda looked down at my mid-section and said, "Do you think mom noticed that?"

"Oh God!" I said.

"You know, you've got to learn to control yourself," Linda kidded me.

When Mrs. Caine returned the three of us were about to head for the beach when Mrs. Caine said, "Sam, I think you had best take care of your problem before we step foot out of the house." She was looking at my erection as she said this.

"Yeah, I seem to have had this problem since I've been here. I thought it would only happen at the beach, or, mostly there anyway," I said.

"Well Linda," Mrs. Caine said kiddingly, "I think we can safely take that as a compliment. Sam evidently finds us rather attractive. It really shows doesn't it?"

"Mom!" Linda said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "How can you say such things in front of Sam? You're embarrassing him and me too!"

"Come now dear," she replied, "we've talked about such things openly. Men love the sight of a naked woman and this is just a natural response to that. There's nothing wrong with it at all. Linda, if Sam didn't get a hard-on wouldn't you find it a bit strange? I'm sure it's you that's turning him on so just take it as a compliment."

"Mom, you're embarrassing me again!"

"Linda, I know better than that. I am your mother and I do take notice of everything you do. Whether you want to believe it or not, I know a lot more about you than you might suspect." Then Mrs. Caine turned to me and asked what I felt was the ultimate in embarrassing questions, "Sam., please tell Linda that you didn't try to get that hard-on, that it was one of those natural things that happens from seeing a naked woman."

"Mom, don't embarrass Sam with a question like that!" I felt saved. I wasn't. "Anyway, how do you know that he didn't get it because of you?" I couldn't believe the direction this whole conversation was going in.

"Oh come now dear, I am sure Sam finds you far more attractive than me and that he can't possibly see anything sexual in me." I began to wonder if Mrs. Caine wasn't looking for a compliment. I wanted to answer that question however before I could answer Linda answered it for me, in a sense.

"Mom, you know you're a beautiful woman. Hell mom, I've seen guys younger than you hit on you in the supermarket and you know that's true. Remember the day that tall guy with the enormous chest and shoulders tried to get a date with you?"

"Yes, I do remember that day. It was very flattering too, I have to admit, but he was just a baby."

"Yeah mom, a baby you would love to have taken care of I'm sure."

"Linda stop that talk. You know it's not true."

"It is true," I interjected to the surprise of both women.

"What?" Mrs. Caine asked in total surprise.

"Mrs. Caine," I blushed as I slowly spoke, "I do find you very attractive and I was ummm, well ah . . . ." I got choked up over what to say next.

"You were what Sam? You were aroused from looking at my mom?" Linda asked suggestively but also sounding a little bit perturbed.

"Well," I paused again, "yes. I am." There, it was out. Now they both knew the truth and I awaited Linda's anger that I had said it.

"See mom, he does get turned on by you."

"Is that really true Sam?" Mrs. Caine asked.

"Yes," I said almost apologetically.

"Well don't be ashamed of it Sam," Mrs. Caine replied, "Thank you for the compliment." She looked down at me again. "Well, you seem to have talked yourself out of your physical problem. Enough of this talk for now, let's get down to the beach and enjoy ourselves all right?

"Okay mom," Linda replied, I nodded yes at the same time.

We went to the beach and settled down much more towards the center than we had before. Linda and I lay face down on our blankets. I did it for protection and I think Linda did it just because I had. Mrs. Caine sat on a lawn chair and opened a book she had brought with her to read. She had no sooner started reading it when a friend of hers stopped by and chatted with her for fifteen or twenty minutes. I eavesdropped on their conversation but they didn't discuss anything I found particularly interesting. During that time Linda had fallen fast asleep on her blanket. I think the combination of the warm sun and her still having something of a cold allowed her to fall asleep so easily. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. I wanted to chat with Mrs. Caine but I had no idea of what to say to her. This really upset me after Mrs. Caine's friend left and I wanted to talk but could not find anything to talk about.

"That was my friend Carol," she offered. "I'm sorry Sam, I should have introduced you to her especially since she wanted to know about you."

"Oh that's all right Mrs. Caine," I said as I rolled over onto my side.

She looked at me for a moment and then said, "Sam, do you think I'm as pretty as Carol?"

Her question caught me off guard. I didn't have to think about the answer for more than a second before responding, "Actually I think you are much prettier than she is." I had answered her honestly which felt good.

"Do you really? I believe you. It's just that men seem to flock around Carol all the time and that's not true for me, so why do you think, from a man's point of view, they might do that?"

"Well, I think it could be because she has shaved herself."

"What do you mean?" Carol asked with a quizzical look upon her face. The features of her face quickly turned to those of understanding. "So what you're saying that they do it because they want to get a closer look or because they want to hit on her?"

"Probably both would be my guess."

"Huh, I wonder if I shaved myself the same thing would happen."

"Probably," I replied.

"You really think so?" She asked with heightened enthusiasm. I couldn't believe that she was actually relying on my thoughts to help her make a decision.

"Yes, I do."

"Linda looked down at herself and even briefly ran her hand over her pussy. "I can't imagine what it would be like. I've never done that. I have to admit I wouldn't mind the attention at all. I just don't want to act sluttishly or have people think badly of me."

"Do you think they look at Carol that way?"

"I don't know. Probably some people do but what difference does that make. I mean it seems to me that no matter what you do someone is going to say something bad about it."

"I think you're right Sam. I'm definitely going to do it tonight." Mrs. Caine said with resolve. She had turned herself so her legs were pointed more in my direction. She had spread her legs a little bit, enough to totally expose her pussy to me or anyone else who cared to look. I couldn't help but look at her there and wonder what she would look like shaved. "Having dirty thoughts about me Sam?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"No, well, sort of, I guess."

"You are!" She said, "You've gotten an erection just since you started looking at me. I was watching you as it happened. So you really do find me attractive."

I know I blushed, I just don't know how many shades of red I went through however I'm sure there were many. "I'm sorry," I replied, "I didn't mean to do that."

"Sam, remember what I told you earlier about how some things just happen naturally? Well, this is one of those times. Plus, I find your attention to be very nice."

I tried diverting my attention to the women on the beach. I did this with some success. I hoped that by not responding I could end the conversation. It was becoming a bit overwhelming for me and I was not comfortable talking anymore. From where I was laying I could see a handful of pretty women. I found this setting fascinating so I entertained myself for the next hour with looking at the various women and enjoying their nakedness. It also kept my giant erection and me on my stomach of course. I decided it felt good and I'd like to enjoy it for a change. Mrs. Caine seemed satisfied with our conversation having ended as she didn't seem to be trying to continue it any more. She seemed to be in deep thought as well. As time passed I forgot that I was erect at all even though it persisted.

It was about 2:30 when Linda awoke from her sleep with a start. She immediately complained of feeling sick to her stomach. "How bad does it feel sweetie?" Mrs. Caine asked.

"Not that bad mom but I feel like I might throw up."

"Well, I think you should go back to the cabin and rest. We have Maalox there too so you should take some as soon as you get back. It will help to calm your stomach."

Linda got up and nodded in agreement with her mother. She turned her head to me and said, "Sam, I'm really sorry about this. You know I wanted to spend the day with you."

"I know Linda but these things happen and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I mean, it's not like you planned to get sick. Get over this bug and then we can spend lot of time together okay?"

"Thank you Sam, you're really sweet and I appreciate your understanding. Mom'll keep you company for the rest of the afternoon won't you mom?"

"I'll be happy to dear. Now you get back to the cabin and this time stay in bed."

"Yes mom, I love you. I'll see you this evening okay Sam? I'm really sorry about this."

"Linda, don't worry about it. Like your mother said, get to bed and take care of yourself. Now scoot!"

Linda smiled at me and left. Now I really felt in trouble. I felt almost obligated to talk with Mrs. Caine but I still didn't know what to say. Fortunately for me she broke the ice by saying, "the girls have all had nice things to say about you. And for the first time in a long time, Linda seems to have come down to earth for a while. You seem to be having a good effect upon her."

"Thank you Mrs. Caine, I just am trying to be a gentleman like my father taught me to be."

"Sam, call me Anne. I appreciate the formality but as you can see we are not a formal family." As Linda was disappearing from view Anne said to me, "She's really beautiful isn't she Sam?"

"Who?"

"Why Linda, of course."

"Yes, she really is. I really like her a lot too. She so much fun and she's so smart."

"Yes, she is," Anne replied however not with the level of energy I expected. It made me wonder what she was thinking. I wanted to ask her about that but I couldn't think of any way to do it without seeming to pry.

"Sam, what time is it, do you know?"

I looked at my watch which was sitting in the sand in front of me. "I've got twenty minutes to three."

"Would you mind telling me when it's three. I've got some things I need to do back at the cabin so I need to leave about that time."

"I'll be happy to," I replied. I took a little time to look at Anne. She was truly a stunning woman. Her breasts were still firm. She didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on her. I think she was the most beautiful older woman I have ever known. She saw me looking her over and smiled at me. I smiled back and then lowered my head.

I continued to peer at Anne while I was lying on the blanket. The time virtually flew by and suddenly I noticed it was a minute past three. "It's three o'clock Anne."

"Thank you Sam," she said smiling. "Why don't you come back with me and keep me company. I really hate doing anything alone. I might need you to help me with Linda too."

"Sure," I said, "I'd be happy to. I'm not much for being alone either." I quickly gathered up my things and stood up.

"I think you should consider lying back down until that's under control," Anne said pointing at my erect penis. I almost literally fell back onto the sand. I thought it would never go down. I was so flush with embarrassment, however, that it actually took less than a minute. I got back up and we headed for the cabin. Once we were back at the cabin Anne excused herself saying she wanted to check on Linda. Halfway up the stairs she said to me, "Sam, would you be a sweetheart and find Dawn and send her up to me?"

"I'd be happy to," I answered. She thanked me and continued the rest of the way up the stairs. As I went towards the kitchen I found a note from Dawn saying she had gone to a friend's house and would be staying there for supper. I took the note upstairs to Linda's room where I expected to find Anne. Linda was alone and asleep in her bed. I walked down the hall to where I thought Anne's room was located. When I saw Anne I could see her bare legs stretched out on her bed naked in a V shape. The door was partially closed which allowed me only the view of her legs so I pushed it open to give Anne the note. What I found there I was totally unprepared for. Anne was lying naked on the bed with her legs apart. She had her hand on her vagina and her fingers busily at work on her clitoris. She didn't seem to notice I was there because she didn't stop what she was doing. I turned to leave when I heard, "Sam! What are you doing here?"

"I just came to give you a note from Dawn." I held the note out to her. Anne indicated she wanted me to take the note to her, which I did. After giving it to her I didn't know what to do next so I just stood there. Anne read the note quickly and looked up at me and said, "Thank you for bringing this to me. I wish Dawn would ask my permission before she says she's going to stay at someone's house for supper." Anne sat quietly for a minute. She was about to say something when the phone next to her bed rang.

"Oh hi Jim, how's the chess game going?" There was a pause and she said, "Ah huh," a pause, "Ah huh." Still another pause followed by, "That's fine Jim. Linda's sick in bed and Dawn is at a friend's house for supper so it looks like it will be just Cathy, Sam and me here for supper. So I'll see you about nine then." There was another pause, "Okay, well, enjoy yourself and I guess I'll see you when you get here then." Another pause, "Yes, okay, bye." She hung the phone up and looked at me. "Well Sam, at least for a while it looks like it's just you and me. Oh, about what you saw, I apologize for embarrassing you. You know that Jim is gay so it's very seldom I have sex. I've had a couple of affairs but they were short lived. I'm sure the girls don't know anything about them and please don't tell them either. My only source of relief is what you just caught me in the middle of."

"I'm sorry Anne. I know I should have knocked but when I saw your legs on the bed I thought you were just resting."

"Well, you could say I was resting in a manner of speaking. I do get a great sense of relief from that."

"I've always heard it's a very natural thing to do so don't worry, it doesn't bother me at all."

"It all started when I thought about shaving myself. I was trying to imagine how it would feel so I was touching myself down there when I started to do what you saw me doing."

"Well, I did find it interesting too I must admit," I said and did so without fear for a change.

"So I see," Anne said looking at my erection which betrayed me yet another time. "It's nice to know you find me interesting enough for that to happen."

"Well," I said sheepishly, "I think you're gorgeous and I've had a hard time not looking at you. You did catch me looking at you down at the beach."

"Yes, that's right, I did. I was hoping it was me you were looking at and when you confirmed that it was I was extremely happy. I went into a daze right after that and I had some of the wildest thoughts, you just wouldn't believe. Also, as wonderful as Jim is he just doesn't appreciate a woman like a straight man does, like you do."

"Well, you know I got a hard-on from looking at you on the beach so it was like things were just continuing here. I think you're a really sexy and beautiful woman and getting a hard-on, as you have said, is one way of complimenting you on that."

"Thank you for telling me that Sam. With three girls around the house you don't get much in the way of being told how sexy you are. Coming from you it's the best thing I've heard in a very long time."

"Well, actually, during the day each of your daughters have told me how sexy they think you are and I was even warned to be careful once I saw you naked. Now I know why!"




Sisters Ch. 09



"Why?" she asked feigning naiveté.

"Well, I know you're 39 but if I didn't know you I would have said you were around 30. I can't get over how really young you look. You take really good care of yourself. I can see that."

"Thank you again for the compliment. You're just full of them aren't you?"

"I don't know. I am telling you the truth though."

That said Anne got up off the bed and gave me a big and long hug. The feel of her naked body against mine caused my erection to grow to what I thought was a point that it could grow no more or bust wide open. Anne stopped hugging but she didn't take her arms from around me. Instead she looked down between us and I could see the head of my penis on the inner part of her thigh. Anne didn't say a thing. She put her hand between us and took hold of my penis. She stroked it lightly a few times and then stopped. I moaned. Anne smiled and pulled me down on her bed. "Does this bother you?" She asked.

"Well," I said hesitantly, "maybe a little bit. I mean, you're a married woman and you're the mother of the girl I'm dating who is just down the hall from us right now."

"Well, calm yourself. You know that Jim is gay so it's difficult to say I'm cheating on someone who is not in the least interested in me sexually. As to my daughter, well, I don't have an excuse there, you're right. I am speaking to you as a woman. A woman who finds you tremendously sexy and who wants very much to make love to you right here and now. I think, however, I'll shave myself first. Would you like to help me?"

I couldn't imagine what she had asked that but I was too overcome with hormones and lust. I was able to say, "You know, I was a virgin just a week ago and had no idea anything like this existed or that I'd find myself in a situation like this. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I think I do. Don't worry though, everything will be all right."

"Anne?"

"Yes Sam?"

"I need to talk to you about something."

"What's that?"

"Well, I need to say it all at once or I may not be able to say it at all."

"Sure, go right ahead."

"Well, it was just a week ago that I was a totally, well almost totally, naive person and still a virgin. Now, I'm no longer a virgin and I've had more sex than I could ever have thought possible in such a small period of time. The thing is, I've had sex with everyone in this family except you and your husband. I know this is a nudist camp but to open your bathrobe just so someone can see your, well, that's just not normal is it? Don't you think that's rather odd? I mean, I don't understand how all your daughters are so sexually free with their bodies. If I told anyone about this they wouldn't believe me. They'd call me a liar. They'd say I made it all up. The whole thing sounds like a story someone made up, even to me."

"Well Sam, I'm not sure how to explain it to you. I guess the only thing I can say is that when each of the girls entered puberty I took them aside and explained sex and sexual activity in as much detail as they could understand. I did something I know probably very few women do, if any really do it, but I undressed for them and explained the functions of a woman's organs to them by showing them exactly. I didn't tell them in detail about sexual intercourse. I waited until they were each fourteen before I talked about that. Linda and Dawn already knew about it in detail and accurately as well so I didn't have to say much. Mostly I warned them about what can happen if they aren't careful and what to do if someone, a man, makes advances which scares them. So basically I told them how to protect themselves. I can't explain their aggressive behavior very well at all. I think it could be my prompting them to go after what they want very actively however I was not telling them in terms of sex but of other things. They are all very smart girls so I can only guess that they took things from there."

"Okay," I replied, "that really explains a lot. Thank you for telling me. Now I don't feel like I'm some sort of pervert or anything."

"Sam, you are not a pervert by any means. When young people discover sex and become sexually active it is only normal for them to desire to do it frequently. I know I did once I lost my virginity. Maybe they got it from me, I don't know."

"Still, it seems weird that all three of them have come on to me and so quickly and heavily too. It still doesn't seem normal."

"Well Sam, as far as being normal I think it is on an individual basis. As a group, no, I don't think it is by any means. Actually I'm quite surprised by it myself that they all did it in one sense and in another way, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at all. But Sam, don't worry about it. Things will quiet down almost as quickly as they came up." I felt satisfied by Anne's answer however I still felt uneasy.

Anne took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She got under the shower and soaped herself down. "Sam, be a sweetheart and hand me that razor over there next to the sink, the pink one." I reached over and got it and then turned back to the sink and handed it to Anne. "Sam," Anne said in a low voice, "would be a real sweetheart and help me with this. This bathtub is not exactly a good place to do this. It would a lot easier if you would do it for me." I gasped at her request. I could feel my heartbeat go up incredibly. Her request coupled with everything else that had happened led me to wonder if this family wasn't a little odd. Even though I knew I was awake I couldn't help think that I was actually living an X rated movie. I expected to see a large camera at any moment. Still, I was hormonally charged and could not find the strength to refuse her request. Actually, I had no desire to deny her the request. I had done the same thing earlier in the day.

"So this is the second time since I've been here I'll have done this."

"You have?" Anne responded. "With whom, Cathy?" Anne looked totally surprised and once again I realized that I had allowed my thoughts to become vocal by accident. I was beginning to wonder if my own mind wasn't so twisted that it was causing these things to happen.

"Yes," was the only word I could get out of my mouth at that moment.

"Well thank God," Anne said much to my surprise. "I was afraid you were going to say it was with Carol or someone else. But where did you do it? Here?"

"Actually, we met up with Dottie on the beach this morning. We went to her cottage and did it there. Dottie started doing it and then got me to finish it." I quickly thought about what I had said and thought how revealing it could be if Anne understood exactly what I had just said. She did.

"Oh Dottie, well, that's understandable. She and Cathy have been fooling around together for as long as I can remember. I mean all the way back to when they were just ten or eleven years old. For a while I thought Cathy was gay but in her senior year of high school she had a boyfriend for a short while. So you shaved my daughter did you?" Anne asked this with a sly look upon her face. I knew I was not in any trouble however I did not know what Anne was thinking and that was beginning to scare me. "So who do you really like better, Cathy or Linda?"

"Well Linda of course," I lied.

"Okay, I was just curious what your answer would be. So you already know how to shave a woman. You should have no problem doing me."

I gave in and said, "Actually, after this morning's experience I'd love to do it."

"Why is that Sam?" she asked. I wanted to club myself over the head after saying that because I seemed to be continually making these statements that were very hard to speak about in greater length. I knew I had to answer her so I took my time and decided to tell her the whole truth regardless of how she would take it.

"Anne, Dottie shaved Cathy about two thirds of the way and I was getting excited just watching her do that. That was after having watched the two of them kissing each other and fondling each other. Then when I started to shave Cathy it made me so horny I was really surprised I didn't come all over myself. Cathy was really enjoying me doing her because she kept moaning and that too just made me even more horny. When I finished shaving her I rubbed my hand all over her," I paused thinking about the word I was about to use and then deciding that I had nothing to lose by using it, "her pussy. I know she leaned into my hand purposely but I pulled it away shortly after she did. I think she wanted me to go further but neither Cathy nor Dottie said anything. I just wonder what she thought I could do."

"You mean you don't know Sam?" Anne asked.

"No, not really."

"She wanted you to masturbate her. Cathy would love to be an exhibitionist but she hasn't got the same sort of make-up as Linda does and she knows how much fun Linda has being an exhibitionist. Linda flaunts herself and Cathy wishes she could. I am sure that she was probably facing Dottie while you were doing that wasn't she?"

"Well, yeah, I guess she was why?"

"Oh come now Sam. She was showing off for Dottie's sake. She was getting her wish to be an exhibitionist in a safe setting for her. I'll also bet Dottie was masturbating herself while you were doing it."

"Yeah, she was."

"Of course, Dottie has no inhibitions at all. She's a lot like Linda is. Dottie, however, generally does not like to be around men so you must have endeared yourself to her a lot."

"I don't know. I mean, I guess I did because she was so nice to me. I'm sure I misinterpreted what I saw or heard but I actually felt like she wanted to go to bed with me." I thought that would make Anne laugh. She didn't.

"She may well have Sam, she may well have. It's hard to gauge Dottie, at least for me. I would guess that Cathy would know more about that."

"I'm sure," I replied. Anne gave me another sly look. "Actually, we don't have to do this in the shower you know. All we need is some shaving cream and we can do it in the bedroom."

"That is a good idea Sam however when I shave my legs I find the shower works much better for me so if you'll be a sweetheart . . ." her voice trailed off.

"Sure, I understand." I got into the shower with her. I too was totally naked, as I thought was the only way to be in the shower. Anne took advantage of the moment putting her arms around my neck and drawing me into a very deep kiss. I could feel the press of her very firm breasts into my chest. While we were kissing Anne reached down between us and stroked my penis. I was overcome by the feeling and it was not long before I was coming all over her legs.

"Well now," Anne said as she backed away and looked down at her legs, "look at what has happened." Anne lifted each leg and cleaned herself off. "You really do find me attractive!" I felt so embarrassed once again. "So, why don't we get on with the shaving." Anne took a bar of Ivory soap and lathered up the hair of her pussy. She had stepped away from the shower head so that all the water hit her on her back and didn't remove the soap. I sat down in front of her and started to shave her. I was only about half done when Anne's moans became audible. Her hair was more sparse than Cathy's but still covered her well. I had to continually remove hair from the razor as I shaved her. When I got to where I had to manipulate the folds of her pussy I was more aware of how to do it than the first time. I decided to be brave and see what I could do to excite her while I very slowly and precisely shaved her pussy. As before on pulled back on the skin so I could get her proper shaved however I also stroked her over and over again by repeatedly adjusting my hand on her. I came to a point where I had actually finished shaving her but kept drawing the razor light across her skin while I stroked her pussy. 

I knew I was being very obvious however I also knew Anne was enjoying it greatly because her hips moved in a very animated fashion against my hand. I continued doing this until I could hear, then feel her start to come. I dropped the razor blade for fear of cutting her and used my now free hand to engage in stroking her even more. Anne's climax was long and strong. She had placed her hands on my head to keep from slipping and falling in the shower. I could feel the water streaming down between us again as Anne leaned backward which cause her hips to move forward and press more closely to my face. When her orgasm started to subside I thought I'd see how good my luck was and for my first time ever I placed my tongue against a pussy. I really didn't know what to do however, as my fingers had discovered, my tongue quickly discovered her clit and I ran my tongue over it again and again. Anne's hands were now behind my head and holding me tightly between her legs. I licked at her pussy in every way I could think of. I must have done some very good guessing because it did not take long at all for Anne to come twice in quick succession and with force as well. 

Anne silently turned off the water, got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her wet hair and another around her body, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She sat on the bed, still not saying a word and blow dried her hair, all the time having me stand directly in front of her, my penis fully erect and as hard as I could imagine it could be. It felt like she had power over me and I liked that. Still, within me, was a strong desire to take control. Finally she finished drying her hair. She placed the hair dryer on the floor next to the bed and as she started to sit up straight again my penis came to eye level with her. Anne surrounded it with her mouth. She just held it in her mouth for a few seconds before she slowly moved up and down it several times. She removed her mouth from it and sat up straight again. She then put her hands underneath my balls and, holding them with one hand, gently inspected them with her other hand.

Anne got up and closed the bedroom door so that it was latched. It had no lock so that was the best she could do which I thought was enough. "Here," Anne said, "let's get under this." She said pulling a light blanket over both of us. As I felt her hand surround my penis I put my hands on her breasts and gently caressed and fondled them. The firmness of Anne's breasts might have surprised me if I hadn't had time to take a long good look at her. I could feel Anne's hard nipples cross the palms of my hands as I caressed her. She moaned noticeably each time her nipples crossed over my palms. Anne quickly became very aggressive and pulled me on top of her. I pushed Anne back from me. 

I looked down at the folds of her pussy which were now prominent. I placed my hand on her there and allowed my middle finger to slowly push right into her and then slowly, very slowly, pulled it up along her pussy until it found her clitoris. I played with it for quite a while. Anne was again moaning a writhing under my touch. It occurred to me that she was actually under my control, that I could bring her to climax almost at will. I was entirely surprised at my ability to do this but I was also quickly becoming desirous of making love to Anne. I slowly entered her. I was afraid I would come so quickly that Anne would barely get started. It was only a little over a minute I'm sure when I felt myself start to come in Anne. I was pumping her as fast as I could by then and I felt myself coming as strongly as I had ever experienced. 

To my surprise and delight I heard the unmistakable cries of Anne as she had an orgasm and even before I started to become less hard she had a second orgasm. I tried as best I could to keep myself as hard as possible for as long as possible. I really didn't know how to do it but I guess I was so caught up in what was going on I stayed more than hard enough and long enough that Anne was able to come a third and a fourth time. They were all in very quick succession but it still made me feel really good about it. I became flaccid and rolled off Anne and next to her. We snuggled up in each other's arms enjoying the moment. Not a word went between us but our mutual satisfaction was quite evident. Before we knew it we had fallen asleep in each other's arms.



Sisters Ch. 10



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

I was startled awake when I heard someone yell, "Mom!" I looked up and there, standing in the doorway, was Cathy. "Mom, what are you two doing?" Cathy asked.

"Well Cathy, I guess it's pretty obvious. This wasn't anything we planned but it was something we both enjoyed tremendously. Cathy, come in here and close the door all the way. The last thing I need at this point is anyone else discovering us." Cathy did as her mother requested and sat down on a chair next to the side of the bed I was on. I noticed the blanket had pulled away from me and that I was lying facing Cathy not only totally naked but with an incredible erection, again. My quick erections were actually beginning to bother me with their horrible timing. Cathy looked at it, then at my face and then at her mother. My hope was that somehow Cathy would gain a positive sense of this. I had no idea how such a thing could possibly happen but still, I hoped for it. I did nothing to try to cover myself. At this point the only person in this family who hadn't seen me with a hard-on was Mr. Caine.

Anne must have sensed the confusion both Cathy and I had in our minds over what to do next. "Sam, Cathy," Anne started, "it seems everyone knows that Linda and Sam have been having a sexual relationship. I knew the day it happened." Hearing that shocked me greatly. "Cathy," Anne continued, "I've seen how you have looked at Sam and I know you are interested in him as well. And Sam, contrary to what you said just a little while ago, I can tell by the way you look at Cathy that she is the one who you are most interested in. So the only question left is what to do now. Personally, I think we three must keep this entirely between ourselves. Oh, and Cathy, you need not worry about Dawn either. I know all about you sexual excursion with your roommate." I heard Cathy gasp. I was beginning to wonder if Anne didn't know everything that had happened. "Cathy, it's a natural thing for two girls to test the sexual waters between them at least once in their life. I had my first lesbian experience at the age of 18 and now I often wish I were so inclined, somewhat in the way your father is."

"Mom, how did you find out about all this?"

"Linda told me. She tells me everything. I doubt either of you know this but Linda is a very scared young lady who has both a bad self image and a lack of confidence. When Sam came on the scene, well, Sam, you somehow gave Linda both confidence and a sense that she was not an ugly duckling. I don't know how you did it but I was not about to stop it and I hope you stay with her. You've been a blessing where she's concerned. Sam, I sincerely hope all that has happened to you over the last week won't scare you away."

"Mom, why are you telling us this?" Cathy asked in a concerned voice.

"Cathy, both you and Sam are quite mature enough to understand the problem. I have a feeling I am going to need you in the near future to help me with Linda so you've got to know what's going on before a crisis hits." I don't think either of us were ready for what Anne had just said but we both realized the importance of it.

I knew I had to say something at that point so I decided to go with the truth which at this particular point meant going with my gut feelings right or wrong. "No, it won't scare me away. I'm so new at this I feel like I can't get enough which is probably what has made me such an easy mark. Geeze, hearing myself say that makes me sound cheap and easy."

"Sam, no, it doesn't. Like you said, it's all new to you so you're like a kid in a candy shop, you can't get enough. Don't let it bother you, it's a perfectly natural reaction."

"Okay, but do I talk about this to Linda since she seems to know everything that goes on?"

"Oh no, don't!" Anne replied quickly. "Linda only knows what she actually sees. I don't tell her anything at all so she knows nothing about a lot of things. Linda's ego is far too fragile to allow her to know everything. There are some things she'd take very poorly."

"Yeah, like you sleeping with her boyfriend," Cathy said sarcastically.

"Yes, that's true. But I don't want either of you to change how you interact. Will you do that for her?"

Both Cathy and I agreed to that. Cathy looked to be thinking about something. She then said, "Mom, this may sound like a stupid question, but what were you and Sam just doing?"

"We just finished making love, honey. I seduced Sam, he never had a chance. I've wanted him since that first time Linda brought him home. The opportunity presented itself today while you were over with Dottie this afternoon. Sweetie, it's been so long since I've had a man I was a slave to my desires. I'm really sorry if I've hurt you by this."

"I don't know what to think mom. It's true, I do like Sam but I just found my own mother in bed with him. I mean, I don't know what to think. I feel like I should be mad but then I feel like I don't have any right to feel that way since I had not told Sam how I felt so how could he have known."

"Cathy, don't beat yourself up over this. Just let things take their natural course and soon enough you and Sam can be together, alone." Anne paused for a second and then said, "Cathy, would you please go down to Linda's room and see how she's doing. She should be awake by now."

"Okay mom, I'll be right back." Cathy left closing the bedroom door behind her.

"Sam, one more thing, just between you and me, I don't mind how much you fuck Linda. You're so kind to her I don't have the heart or desire to ask you to stop. And, on a more selfish note, I want to be with you whenever I can as well. That's why I stopped short of promising Cathy that you and I wouldn't fuck you again." Anne hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Sam, I can arrange things so schedules will never again become crossed. I want you Sam. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I nodded that I did although I didn't entirely understand. I thought it was worth a try anyway. "Good, I want you to enjoy yourself without fear. You can come get help from me whenever you desire. And for the record Sam, I love you. I had feelings for you before we did anything. Please understand, though, I am not in love with you, I quite simply love you." I could once again feel the sexual heat between us and it expressed itself in the form of yet another hard-on. Anne didn't miss that, which came as no surprise. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked it. I was afraid that Cathy would be coming through the door any minute and said so to Anne. She told me to roll over so my back was to her. That seemed to be an excellent idea. Anne was not deterred though. She reached around me and with the blanket pulled over us again continued to stroke me. I felt like I would come at any second. She said she was hoping that that was exactly what would happen. Anne got her wish seconds later. In the middle of this Cathy pushed through the bedroom door and once again we seemed to have been caught in the act. Cathy didn't say a thing about it, almost as if she didn't see a thing going on.

"Linda's awake mom but she's got a very high temperature. I got some aspirin for her and got her to drink some orange juice. That's about the only thing I could get her to do." Anne was both relentless and incredibly daring. From the time Cathy entered the room she had not stopped stroking me. I could see the motion of her arm through the blanket so it was obvious to me that Cathy had to be able to see the same thing. "Sam," Cathy said to me, "Linda said she'd really like to see you now. I think you should go and visit with her."

"I think that's a good idea too," Anne added. It was at that point she finally stopped stroking me and very slowly pulled her arm back from around me. When I was certain her arm was clear of me I got out of the bed, hard-on and all, and headed out the door. I was no sooner out when I heard Cathy call my name. I stopped and turned to see her right behind me.

"Sam, when you're done visiting with Linda I want to have a talk with you all right."

Cathy said that pretty strongly so I quickly agreed realizing it would be a big mistake to deny her that request. Cathy looked down at my hard-on, shook her head and moved past me and down the stairs.

I went into Linda's bed and sat on the side of it. Linda was most certainly sick but not so much that she'd miss my hard-on, or, so I thought. "I see you are all ready for me," Linda said looking at my erection. "I wish we could do something but I don't have any energy at all. Will you forgive me?" Linda asked.

"Sweetheart, you know I'll do absolutely anything for you. Everyone has been so nice to me while you've been sick." Fortunately Linda did not know the meaning behind those words, true as they were.

"Linda, would you mind rolling over for a second?"

"Sure but why?"

"Just roll over and I'll tell you."

"Okay." Linda very slowly rolled over on her side so her back was to me. She was still entirely naked so I had an unobstructed view of her back. "Just what I was afraid of."

"What?" Linda asked as she slowly rolled back over towards me.

"You have second degree burns all over your back. We've either got to get you to a hospital or get a doctor in here to look at you."

Linda sighed but I think she already suspected what I had just confirmed for her. "There's a doctor right here in the camp, that is if he is here this weekend. He's almost always here weekends so I suspect you can easily find him. Just get Cathy or my mom and they'll take you to him."

"Okay sweetheart, I want you to be seen as soon as possible so I'll go get the doctor right now. Cathy's downstairs so I'll have her show me the way."

"Thank you Sam. You're so considerate of me. You make me feel so special. I know I love you, for real. You believe me don't you?"

"Linda, of course I believe you and I love you too."

"Thank you for that Sam. You're making me feel better already. Only you could do this for me. I'm so lucky."

"Well, I want to get the doctor so let me go and get him back here quickly. Oh, and Linda, I want you to drink as much of that water on your bedside table as you can. I know you've got to be dehydrated and I also know that that's a very unhealthy condition to be in. Promise me you'll do it."

"I promise Sam. I've never promised anything like that to anyone before."

"Great! I'll be back in a few minutes." I was truly worried about Linda's condition so I rushed out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Cathy was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

"Sam, we've got to have a talk, now."

"Cathy, I agree that we need to but right now we've got to get the doctor for Linda. She's very sick because she got second degree burns from the sun. Many of the bubbles have opened up and she's not only losing fluids quickly but she's also risking infection. She told me you know where the doctor lives in the camp here."

Cathy was taken aback with my obvious worry and my knowledge of what I had seen. I could see she was a bit frustrated that she'd have to wait to have the talk with me but she was also every bit as a good person as I had first suspected. She put her desires aside and joined me in the problem at hand. "Follow me," she said with an obvious sense of urgency in her voice, "he's very close. We can be there in just a couple of minutes."

I looked down at my hard-on and then back at Cathy. "Get rid of that thing will you! We don't have time to dress and I don't need to have the doctor see me with a guy who's sporting a hard-on." Those terse words alone cause me to shrivel almost immediately. Just as Cathy said we were at the doctor's door in a little over a minute. Cathy knocked at the door. He answered it in seconds and recognized Cathy immediately. "Good evening Cathy, what brings you here this evening, it must be something important."

"Yes doctor," Cathy said, "Linda's very sick and Sam thinks you should look at her immediately. He says her back is covered with second degree burns."

"That is serious. Okay Cathy, just give me a moment to tell my wife I'm going out and to get my bag. Nice to meet you Sam."

He was back in seconds and we immediately rushed over to the cabin. The doctor immediately went up to Linda's room while Cathy and I stayed downstairs. About ten minutes later he came back down the stairs and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs. "That was good thinking on your part Sam. I must commend you. Linda does have second degree burns and they could easily have gone unnoticed all night. You got her to drink fluids which she absolutely needs. Equally as important I tended to her burns to reduce the chance of infection. In this type of burn it's very easy to pick up an infection and that just makes everything doubly bad. I have her back wrapped loosely in gauze and put a numbing cream on her that also helps keep the wounds from becoming infected. I saw your mother while I was upstairs and showed her how to take care of Linda's back. The important thing is that her back is kept wet for at least the next 24 hours. Actually you only need to worry about that tonight. I'll be back early tomorrow morning to check in on her and change the bandages. Now the bad news. She must stay in bed for at least the next 48 to 72 hours. That means at least one of you will have to stay here with Linda until she's better. I'll stay until Monday morning. I'll be a bit late getting to work but burns are something which must have very close attention. It's extremely important to keep her drinking fluids as much as possible. Water is the best thing for her. Well, I need to get home. I'll be back around nine tomorrow morning. Is that too early?"

"Oh no doctor," Cathy quickly replied, "Sam and I will do whatever we have to until Linda is better." Cathy looked directly at me when she said that last sentence.

"Good, then I'll see you in the morning," he said as he left the cabin.

"Yes, we'll see you then." Cathy replied.

After he left Cathy turned to me and said in a very stern voice, "I was so angry at you a little while ago. I can't believe what you were doing! The only reason I'm not angry with you now is because you did everything exactly right with Linda. I love Linda and I'd do anything for her."

"I feel exactly the same way too."

"I know that as well which has turned out to be a saving grace for you as far as I'm concerned. But please, tell me, whatever came over you that you'd fuck my mother?" Cathy asked in a rising voice.

"I seduced him Cathy. I told you that already. I decided to do it today after Linda left the beach this afternoon and I had to have him so I laid out a plan to trap him so that he'd have to agree to make love to me. It's not his fault, well, not entirely. I'm the one who was in control and I'm the one who is supposed to be so responsible." Cathy looked at her mother in what appeared to be absolute shock. "Cathy honey, you know I love you and I've never done anything to hurt you. In fact, you know the exact opposite is true. So, I'm asking you to understand or to at least try to understand my motivation in doing this. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me Cathy?"

Cathy looked entirely flabbergasted. It took her a long time to reply. "Mommy, I forgive you. You've always been good to us and so understanding of daddy that I guess I'd be a hypocrite if I said anything. It's okay mom." Cathy then turned to me and said, "Sam, I'm really sorry I got so mad at you. Will you forgive me?"

Now I was flabbergasted. "Of course I do Cathy. But I don't know what you need to be forgiven for. Your reactions were reasonable." I wanted to say more but it occurred to me that enough had been said already and that I should leave well enough alone.

"Okay kids, I'm going to bed, alone. I'm exhausted. Your father came back while you were out getting the doctor. He wants to get some sleep too so I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night mom." Cathy replied.

"Good night Anne." She headed directly up the stairs and disappeared into her room.

Cathy looked at me and said, "Anne? Why are you calling her that?"

"Well, mostly because she asked me to. She said that calling her Mrs. Caine didn't feel right especially since everything was so informal all the time anyway."

"Well, that does sound like my mother. Okay, you've redeemed yourself. Now what?

I was totally baffled by her question. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's still early. It's only nine fifteen and I'm not ready for bed. You know that I like you and I'm the only one you haven't fucked yet. I'm a bit of a night owl and I like your company. Anyway, as long as I stay down here you are sort of a captive audience if you know what I mean." Cathy said this looking at the pull-out bed.

"Yes, I see what you mean." I then thought back to what she had said about being the only one I had not fucked. "Cathy, what do you mean you're the only one I haven't fucked?"

"This afternoon, when you came back, Dawn came looking for me at Dottie's. Well, she caught Dottie and me making love. Sam, I love Dottie and we have been doing this for a long time. I really enjoy her. Anyway, Dawn foolishly decided to brag. She told me she had gotten you to fuck her. At first I was angry as hell with her but then I found you in bed with my mother which made me forget all about Dawn. I knew I loved you Sam and then all this stuff happens and I find out about it. I didn't know what to feel. Mostly I felt cheated, angry, however I also knew I had no claim on you so that moderated my feelings a lot."

"Thank you for telling me that Cathy. I guess I am in love with you too. You stole my heart early this morning and I know you didn't even realize it. I thought you might have felt when we were at Dottie's when I was doing what I did to you."

"I did but I was too scared to say anything. I know that doesn't make much sense but that's how I am."

"I'm the same way Cathy so actually it makes it feel better for me too."

"Why don't we just talk for a while, get to know each other better. I think we really need to talk, a lot."

"Sounds good to me. Ask me anything you want."

"I will, you can count on it." She said.

At that moment Dawn came crashing through the door. "Ah hah!" She said, "I caught you!"

"Get real Dawn. You haven't caught us doing anything. Mom just went upstairs a minute ago so what does your little mind think we were doing. Oh, and by the way, you be very quiet when you go upstairs. Linda's very sick and is sleeping. One more thing," Cathy continued, "Mom knows about me and Dottie. Telling mom won't do you any good." Cathy's voice was so stern no one could have mistaken her intent. It was a very humbling experience for Dawn who mumbled good night to us and went upstairs.

"Wow, you can really be a tough cookie when you need to can't you."

Cathy thought this over for a second and said, "Yes, I guess I can." She looked rather proud of herself as she said that. I know she took it as a compliment so I figured I'd made more points with her which was exactly what I wanted to do. "So, tell me," Cathy said, "who else have you screwed besides Linda and my mother?"

"That should be easy. You know we haven't done it and Dawn, well, you've got to be kidding." I hated lying to her but telling her I'd fucked Dawn too didn't seem right. Still, I knew at some point I'd have to tell her.

"No, I'm not but I suppose you're right." I was relieved that Cathy didn't ask the question about Dawn again. I'm not certain I could have gotten around it twice in succession.

"Will you tell me something truthfully Cathy?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"This morning, when you grabbed me, did you want to have sex with me?"

Cathy blushed profusely at my question. I kept looking directly at her waiting for an answer. Finally she said, "Yes, I was considering it."




Sisters Ch. 10



"And now?" I asked.

"Well, you know how I feel about you which means I would probably say yes, But you just got done screwing my mother so somehow it just doesn't seem right. Why do you ask."

"Partly because I'm curious but mostly because you are the only one who hasn't outwardly tried to seduce me. Also, of course, because I'm in love with you."

Cathy thought for a little while longer trying to figure out what to make of everything. She seemed to give in at that point and said, "Sam, I think you should go to bed now. I need to go to bed too, at least to lay there quietly and try to figure out this whole mess."

"Okay," I said, "that sounds fair enough to me. Cathy?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being so understanding. I think if I'd lost your confidence I would have had to leave and that was the last thing I wanted to have happen."

"You're still on probation with me until I come to some sort of conclusion. Oh, please understand that even though I heard you say that you are in love with me I'm not convinced that you're not just in lust with me."

"Okay, that's fair. I do have to admit that with all that has happened, it has left me a little confused too."

I pulled out the sofa bed and jumped under the covers. It was then I thought how I had not worn a stitch of clothing since that morning. I felt surprised by this revelation. Cathy had gone into the kitchen to do something. I heard her open what sounded like a Tylenol bottle and then the water run. Right after that she emerged from the kitchen and came to the side of my bed. She looked down at me before saying, "Good night Sam, sweet dreams."

Even when she was angered Cathy couldn't help being kind. "Good night Cathy."

She went around the bed without saying another word and went on upstairs. I heard a door close behind her and I knew she had gone to bed.



Sisters Ch. 11



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

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I lay there thinking about the day's events. I was really quite amazed at how much had happened and how I seemed to be continually in the middle of it all. I never would have believed such a thing could happen to me just two weeks prior. While I was thinking about those things I fell asleep and lapsed rather quickly into a dream-state. I remember one dream very well because it was so vivid. I remember dreaming that I was in bed with Anne. We were just lying there. I was playing with her breasts. That seemed to last a long time. Then I saw Anne's head move down my body to my penis. She took it whole into her mouth and sucked on it until it became hard. The sensation was wonderful. No one had ever done this to me so it was totally out of my imagination. The next thing I knew I was coming in her mouth very hard. Suddenly I woke up but the sensation of coming did not leave. In my grogginess I became aware of a head down between my legs. I assumed it to be Anne and said, "Oh Anne, that feels so good. No one has ever done this to me before." Suddenly I heard a voice say, "What?" It was not Anne's voice and I fear for who it really was. In an instant Dawn appeared from underneath the covers.

"Dawn!" I said emphatically, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I just gave you head stupid didn't you like it? I know you liked it because I heard you moaning."

"Dammit all Dawn, I thought I had made it clear that these sorts of actions are entirely unacceptable."

"No, you didn't, not really." In thinking it over I thought she just might be right. That scared me. Then I remembered that I had been quite explicit. To fix that once and for all, hopefully, I said, "I did tell you that in very precise terms yesterday and now you've heard me say it again so stop it!"

Dawn grumbled for a few seconds before saying, "Doncha want to feel my nice big tits?"

Dawn certainly knew my weak point very well because I immediately looked at her bare breasts and actually considered it. "I might like to but I'm not going to. I told you it's not right and so your just gonna have to live with it!" I felt good about putting my foot down so firmly like that. Dawn finally seemed to get the message too. She was pouting as she slowly got out of the bed. Just as she was about to stand up she reached over and grabbed my penis as if she were going to control me through it. "Dawn!" I complained in a very harsh voice.

"Oh all right, I'll go. But I still think you want me again and I still think you'll do it again too."

"Don't sit around waiting Dawn, it's not going to happen."

Dawn stood up, looked at me, grinned and went back upstairs quietly. I lay the for a very long time party feeling good that I had been able to fend her off and partly feeling guilty because I had been had by her without my consent. Then I decided that this would be the perfect incident to breech this gap with Cathy. I thought if maybe I told her how Dawn came on to me and how I successfully resisted I would be able to regain Cathy's confidence. It was then I began to seriously consider why it was so necessary that I have her confidence. I questioned my intentions. It kept coming back to me that the person I really desired was Cathy and not Linda. Still, my emotions were mixed on both of them. I found it very easy to justify my being with either one. If that were not bad enough I also had feelings for Anne I needed to deal with. I fell asleep again wrestling with this dilemma.

Once again I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking and the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the air. Once again too it was Cathy who was doing the cooking. She looked out of the kitchen towards the bed and saw that I was awake. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up especially on a Sunday morning." There was true sincerity in her voice and it was good to hear.

"I don't mind Cathy. What time is it?"

"It's just a little after seven. I'm an early riser regardless of the day of the week. It's something I just cannot seem to change."

"Well, I can understand that." I said to her sympathetically. "Cathy, there's something I need to talk to you about but it can wait until you're done with breakfast."

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'd rather talk about it all at once so take your time and enjoy your breakfast."

"All right, if you insist." Cathy smiled at me. She brought me a cup of coffee just as she had the morning before. She also brought me bacon and eggs with the eggs made just the way I like them, over easy. I didn't remember telling her that but I decided to let it pass. The breakfast was wonderful and I had it in bed to boot. That was yet another first for me.

Cathy quickly collected the breakfast dishes and dumped them in the kitchen sink saying she'd get to them after everyone else had a chance to eat. "So," she said, "what is it you need to tell me."

I quickly got my courage up knowing how important it was for me to tell her the story. "Last night I fell asleep right after you went upstairs. I started having sexual dreams almost immediately. I have to admit that your mother was the person in the dream but you know what they say about dreams, they are just dreams and not to take them seriously."

"Yes, so what?"

"Well, in the dream I dreamed that your mother was giving me head." Cathy tried to interrupt me right at that point but I didn't let her. I quickly continued, "Suddenly I found myself waking up but the sensation of the dream didn't go away like it should have. So I thought your mother really was doing what I thought I had been dreaming. I came almost immediately after I woke up. I called your mother's name but instead of seeing her it was Dawn's face that emerged! I got very very angry with her and really scolded her hard. I told her in very definite terms that she was never to try such a thing again and that what she had done was very wrong. I've got to tell you, you were right when you warned me about her but I never expected that she would try to do such a thing while I was sleeping. Anyway, after I got done telling her off I sent her packing. I was furious with her." All right, so I exaggerated just a bit but it was all essentially true.

Cathy looked at me for a minute with a very serious look on her face. Then I saw her begin to smile. "I'm proud of you Sam. I was afraid that Dawn would try something again even though she had been warned. By not giving into her I'd say she won't be bothering you anymore."

"That was no threat. It was your mom who told me to tell her if Dawn ever tried any such thing. Dawn ruined her reputation all by herself and now everyone knows about her."

"Mom knows that about her? I didn't think she knew everything about us."

"Well, I think she knows a whole lot more than you might believe. Like she told you yesterday she knows about your affair with your roommate and remember, she didn't pass any judgment on you for that."

"Yeah, mom can really be pretty cool. I guess that's one of the things I like about her so much. She's so understanding."

"That's true and I was hoping and believing that that part of her existed in you as well. I'm pretty sure it does too."

"Yeah, mom and I are a lot alike. Like, I couldn't hate you no matter what. The fact is, I envy Linda for you. I know that's a bad thing to do but it's true all the same."

"Cathy, you don't know how happy I am that you told me that. I spent a lot of time last night going over how much I liked you versus how much I like Linda. In the end it was you I decided I liked the best. That doesn't sound right. What I'm telling you Cathy is that ever since I met you the very first time I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Linda even caught me once and I had a heck of a time warding off her suspicions. It did take me a little while to admit to myself that my desires for you had surpassed those I have for Linda. Cathy, it's you I want and you alone."

Cathy was smiling broadly at that point. "I'm really happy. I didn't think there would be any way we would ever get together and now there is. You just said almost the same things I too have been thinking. Thank you for telling me that Sam. I don't know when I would have gotten up the courage to say anything to you but now it's out and I love you for having done that."

"Well, there is a problem."

"What's that?" Cathy asked.

"Linda, she keeps telling me she's in love with me and I think she really believes she is. Then I think of how you told me about Linda and serious commitments. Still, I'm afraid that with me she may well have changed her ways as far as that goes. I hope not but I have to take this seriously. Your mother told me that she has a very fragile ego and that we needed to be careful not to hurt her. The last thing I want to do is to hurt Linda but sooner or later she's going to either find out or figure out our feelings and then what?"

"I don't know. What are we going to do?"

"I don't really have an answer for that but I definitely think we should talk to your mother about it this morning."

"You're right. That's exactly what we'll do as soon as we get a chance. We might have to wait until after the doctor's been here though."

"I know," I said in a resigned voice.

Cathy sat down next to me. I decided that this time, for the first time, I was going to take the lead so I leaned over and kissed Cathy. She didn't resist at all so then I put my arms around her and kissed her again. We fell to the bed during that kiss. It was a long kiss. So long that we were both petting one another long before it was over. Finally I asked Cathy, "Does this mean we're for real?"

"Yeah, I guess it does." She smiled after saying that.

"There's just one thing Cathy."

"What's that?"

"You told me you enjoy the company of women as much as you do men. Does that mean you will continue that too?"

"No, I'll give up women for you."

"I'm not asking you to do that." I said, "I just wanted to know the answer. I don't think I'll mind your doing that. We'll just have to see how it works out okay?"

"That sounds fair to me."

I started to kiss Cathy very deeply again when she wrapped her legs around me. I was as hard as I had ever been and it was pushing itself right into her crotch as if it really knew where it wanted to be. This fact was not lost on Cathy. She took my penis and placed it in her vagina. I had just gotten it all the way into her and had gotten on top her when I heard Anne say, "Well, good morning you two! I see you're off to an early start Sam. It would appear you want to have all the women in this family. I don't know if I should condone that." I knew Anne was ribbing us simply from the expression on her face and the way she said it. Evidently Cathy had picked up on that as well. She didn't seem worried either.

"Mom, we have some news to tell you and we do have a problem we're going to have to discuss."

"Yes, I know about the problem Cathy. So tell me what the news is. I hope it's good. That would be a nice relief." She replied.

"Cathy and I are in love with each other. Well, at least I think we've come to agreement on that." Both Anne and I looked to Cathy and she nodded yes. "Well with everyone getting up now and the doctor coming at nine we thought it would probably be best if we waited until after he left."

"That sounds like a good idea. I'll send Jim into town for a Sunday paper. That should get rid of him for at least an hour and I'll make sure Linda doesn't have any thoughts about getting out of bed although in her condition I don't think she will."

"What about Dawn mom? You know last night she gave Sam head while he was sleeping. He woke up in complete shock. He's really angry with her."

"I did warn him about her and I can't say that her actions surprise me. Hopefully Sam's rejection of her along with the threat will keep her at bay. Anyway, I'll send her with your father just to insure she's not around."

"Mom, you're a genius at these things. I don't know how you can think of a solution as fast as you did."

"Well dear, it's just one of those things that comes with being a mother. So, what's for breakfast?"

"I've got some coffee all ready," Cathy said. "And I can cook up some bacon and eggs in just a few minutes for you."

"You know how I like my eggs?"

"Yup, sunny side up."

"Right and a couple of pieces of toast would be great too."

"You got it mom," Cathy said enthusiastically. She brought out a cup of coffee immediately and then went back to prepare the rest of the breakfast. Anne sat down on the bed next to me.

"When Cathy and you are done talking with me later I want to have a little conference with you alone, all right?" Anne said looking at me.

"All right," I said a little unsure of what I was signing up for but afraid I already knew.

It wasn't long after that that Dawn and Mr. Caine emerged from their beds. Cathy made them breakfast. I excused myself to go up and visit with Linda. I took a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal with me for her.

When I got up there I peeked through the door to see if she was awake yet. She was lying under a sheet reading a magazine. "Good morning," I said to Linda with a smile, "I've brought you some breakfast."

"I'm not really hungry but I'm really happy you came up."

"Linda, remember, you promised me you'd eat and drink. Now you are going to keep that promise aren't you?"

"Oh all right. If you insist."

"I do."

I handed her the glass of orange juice which she drank down together with a couple of aspirin. "Sam, may I have a kiss?" Linda asked with a bit of a pout on her face.

I gave her the most loving kiss I'd ever given her. I could tell she felt it. I was distracted, however, with my feelings for Cathy and just how we were going to handle Linda. It looked like we had to keep things looking normal for a while at least. "So how are you feeling this morning?"

"I still hurt a lot and I still feel pretty sick to my stomach. I don't know if I can eat that cereal." She said and looked up at me. My face must have said something because then she said, "But if you insist I'll try to eat a little."

Taking her lead I said, "Yes, I do insist. You've got to get healthy. Did they tell you that you've got to stay in bed at least until tomorrow morning and possibly even until Tuesday."

"Yes, the doctor told me that. It would be great except I'm in so much pain I can't fuck you and I'm feeling so horny! I can't stand it. Do you mind if I touch you?" she asked me. I wasn't immediately sure what she meant and then it occurred to me that the hard-on I was sporting had caught her attention. I moved up so I was sitting on the side of the bed next to her chest. She reached out, not without some pain though, and fondled me for a minute. It seemed to make her feel good but her lack of energy was very obvious by her inability to touch me any more than she had. "Be careful now," I warned her, "almost anyone could walk in here on us and I'd really rather not have to explain myself anymore. Oh, you mother told me she knows we're having sex and she said it is fine by her! Can you believe that? I wonder if that means we could go to bed together back at your house?"

"Sam, don't be silly. She might not mind what we're doing but when it comes to doing things like that in her house, well, that's another thing."

"I hear someone coming up the stairs." I told her. I looked at my watch and it was a few minutes after nine. "It must be the doctor. He said he'd be here about this time."

"Well, you'd better take care of that quickly." Linda said pointing to my erection.

I thought for a second. Then I said, "Hit it!"

"What?" She asked looking confused.

"Hit my dick now and hit it hard! Just do what I say." That said she did pause a second. She reached out and gave it a good slap. It stung and gave the desired effect. My penis deflated almost immediately.

"Wow!" she said surprised. "I never knew you could make that happen but just hitting it."

I was about to respond when I heard a knock at the door. Linda said, "Come in." It was the doctor as I had suspected.

"I've come to change your bandages and see how you're doing Linda."

I excused myself and quickly went back downstairs. Only Cathy and Anne were there now. "Yeah," Cathy said, "Dawn couldn't seem to get out of the house fast enough. She said something about meeting a friend down at the beach. I wonder what that's all about?"

"I couldn't imagine," I said in response.

"Jim went out to get the Sunday paper." Anne added. "I expect he'll be in town for a few hours at least. It's his ritual to get the paper and then talk with some friends at the coffee shop. In remembering that I decided not to send Dawn into town with him. Why, one Sunday he got into it so much it was almost three in the afternoon before he got back."

"Yeah, that's daddy. Get him going and there's no stopping him. Everyone likes him so much too so there's got to be something to that as well." Cathy said.

"So what are your plans this morning Sam, Cathy?" Anne inquired.

"I'm going to keep Linda company today once the doctor has left," I said.

Cathy looked a little displeased by my remark but I think she realized the necessity of it as well. "I think I'll just go down to the beach and veg out down there," Cathy said. "I've got a lot of reading I'd like to do too."

"I'll probably join you dear," Anne said. "I think Linda and Sam would like some time alone." Anne winked at me when she said this.

"Well, the doctor should be about done with Linda so I think I'll go up and see how she's doing." I didn't wait for any sort of response. I got up and went right up the stairs to Linda's room. I knocked first and was invited in. The doctor was still working on the bandages on Linda's back. He had her sitting up with her back to him while he worked on her. From my direction I could see her ever wonderful figure. I became fixed on her large voluptuous breasts which were of course so prominent. I could feel myself starting to become aroused so I quickly changed my thoughts to asking the doctor a few questions. "How's she doing?"

"She's doing a little better today. She still needs to keep forcing fluids and she needs to get as much rest as possible. I want you to stay as quiet as possible today Linda." Linda growled silently at that remark. Quiet was something Linda considered to be the realm of other people, not her. "I also gave her a shot of a pretty strong antibiotic and another of a muscle relaxant. I'm sending into town for a two day supply of muscle relaxant pills as well. Remember to take them only on a full stomach Linda."

"I will, I promise," she said resigning herself to her condition.

"She should fall asleep fairly soon from the shot I gave her. It's pretty strong and it will help her relax and keep her quiet. I don't want her moving around except as is necessary for the next 24 hours. The less she moves the quicker she'll heal." He finished up what he was doing and put a few things back into his bag. "Well, if you'll excuse me now, I'll be going. If anything comes up, anything at all, don't be afraid to give me a call. I'll see you tomorrow morning at seven, okay Linda?"

"I'll be here," she replied glibly.

The doctor nodded his approval and left the room. "I wish you could hug me Sam. I want to hug you so much but I hurt so much I just wouldn't enjoy it." Linda yawned after saying that. "God, that medicine he gave me must be taking effect already. I hope I can stay awake a little longer. I really want to be with you for a while Sam."

"I'll stay here as long as you are awake, okay?"

"Okay," she said. "I guess there's really not much else you can do." She said in a voice of resignation. "Well, will you help me to the bathroom?"

"Sure," I said. Linda held out her hand for me to help her sit upright and then to stand up. As she stood up she moved slowly and painfully until she was standing up straight.




Sisters Ch. 11



"Okay, let's, but please go very slowly. This really hurts." Linda placed both her hands on my left arm holding onto me tightly for support. We walked very slowly at first but Linda discovered it didn't hurt quite as much as she had thought it would so she was able to move a little faster. The bathroom was a single door down the hall so we didn't have far to go. Once in there I helped her to sit down on the toilet. That done I turned to leave her with her privacy. "Where are you going? Linda asked.

"I was just going to stand outside the door so you could have your privacy."

"The last thing I need now is privacy. I need you to stand right next to me because I don't feel all that stable sitting up. I want to be able to hold onto you while I pee. Stand over her on my left side where I can hold you with my hand." I moved to her side where she held onto my right arm. "Have you even seen a girl pee before?" she asked with a glint in her eye. "No, of course you haven't. That was a dumb question. Well, I hope I won't disappoint you but there's nothing to see except me wipe myself." I didn't respond to Linda at all deciding that nodding my head was enough. Linda was, of course, entirely correct. It was of course exactly like she had said and suddenly it didn't seem like any big deal. I don't know why I had thought it would be. Once done I helped her back to her bed.

"Well there is one thing I can do that you should like." I said with a grin on my face.

"What's that?" she asked.

I leaned over her and pressed my lips against the nipple of her breast and began to suck on it. Linda let out a moan almost immediately. I continued to suck on it and she appeared to be really enjoying it. Finally she said to me, "Sam, that really feels great but it makes me squirm and every time I squirm even a little bit I move my back and that really hurts."

I stopped what I was doing a little disappointed that it left me with virtually no way to give her pleasure. "Kiss me Sam," she asked. "I don't see how that can hurt." I kissed her fully upon her lips, my tongue seeking out her tongue and mouth. We were able to do this for a little while until Linda pushed me back with her hand. "Dammit, even that hurts!" Linda yawned again. This time it was much more pronounced. It was obvious that the medication was taking effect.

"Looks like you're about to fall asleep." I said to her.

"Yes," Linda said and yawned again. "My eyes are feeling really heavy and some of the pain has gone from my back. Sam darling, I'm sorry but I think I'm going to fall asleep."

"Linda, remember what the doctor said about your needing this sleep so just take it and don't argue. I want you healthy as soon as possible."

"Me too," she replied with a smile. "You're sweet Sam and I don't know how no girl got you before me but I'm not going to argue. All I know is that you make me feel really special and I love you."

Those words hurt a bit. "I love you too Linda." I could say that because it was true. It was also confusing but it was still true. "I'm going to let you go to sleep now. I'll check in on your from time to time. I'll be sure to catch you when you wake up."

"Promise?" she asked.

"Promise." I replied. I patted her on her hip thinking that at least there she wouldn't feel any pain. Then I left the room and went back downstairs. As I was leaving the room I could see Linda's eyes closing and knew she was falling right to sleep. I was happy she was able to get her sleep.



Sisters Ch. 12



(all characters are at least 18 years old)

When I got back downstairs Anne was sitting quietly in a chair reading a book. She looked up when I sat down on the couch next to her. "How's Linda doing?" She asked. "She just fell asleep. The doctor gave her some pretty strong medicine so I expect she'll sleep for at least three or four hours."

"Good!" Anne said, "The poor thing needs it and it will also give us a chance to have that little talk I mentioned to you."

"Oh yeah," I said like I had forgotten she'd mentioned it. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Come with me," she said. She got up and led me by the hand back up to her bedroom. This was exactly what I was afraid of. As much as I enjoyed having sex with Anne since Cathy and I had our talk I didn't think I should do it anymore.

I sat down on the bed with Anne. To my surprise she made no advances towards me. "Sam, we've got to talk about the situation we are all in. It seems that loving you is a thing we Caine women are finding far too easy to do. That concerns me because if we don't think this out someone is bound to be hurt. I already know Linda is going to be hurt since both you and Cathy have expressed your desire for each other. But Sam, you're just going to have to hang in there with her for a while. I know it's a little scary to think about but I'll be there to help you all the way and I'm sure Cathy will do everything she can to help as well. I have to admit, I was worried about Cathy but since you've arrived on the scene, you seem to have had a very dramatic and positive effect on two of my daughters. The problem is that there is only one of you to go around."

"So what do you suggest we do?" I asked her.

"I suggest we take things very slowly where Linda is concerned. Somehow we've got set up a scenario where she wants to dump you. Her making such a decision would be the best way things could happen. So, before we do anything, and I do mean anything, we need to take all reasonable precautions, like this," Anne said walking over to her bedroom door when she had installed a slide bolt. "I'm putting them on all the bedroom doors and the bath room so I can say that sometimes privacy is necessary even in a nudist camp. This way, no one will ever just barge in on anyone again. I think even Jim would be angered if he came home and found me in bed with someone. Although, he probably would mind so much if it were another woman. At least that world he understands and I don't believe he'd stand in judgment of me. At home all the rooms have locks on them anyway so we don't need to do anything there. As for the rest of the weekend, well, with Linda in bed we won't have to worry about her discovering anything until the doctor says she can get out of bed and that won't happen before Monday morning at the earliest. I was going to suggest that Cathy stay with you through Monday but she does have to work and Dawn doesn't so I've informed her of her assignment. She complained about having to do it but I told her she had no choice in the matter, that everything had already been decided. I told her to help you with Linda in whatever way you needed her. So she agreed to that. Sorry I have to take Cathy away from you but you know it's for the best."

"Unfortunately I know it's true so I guess I'll just have to go along with your plan. I will just need to get word to my parents that I will be coming home a day or two late because of what happened and also call work Monday morning and inform them too of my problem." I stopped for a few seconds to consider my thoughts. "I don't like this sudden splurge into the world of logical thinking, I was so happy with the world of acting out fantasy."

"Well love, it's time to deal with reality. That does not mean, however, that you cannot indulge yourself in your fantasies as well you know."

"I hope you're right about that because I am going to need a little bit of that fantasy work to help me out with my desires or more accurately, my lusts."

Anne smiled crookedly at me when I said that. I had no problem in figuring out what was on her mind. Anne had only to reach for me and I fell into her arms kissing her profusely. My desires were so high for her I heard myself say, "God Anne, I love you, I really love you!"

In a voice which purred she replied, "Sam, you're really sweet to say that and I know you think you are in love with me but you aren't."

"I am too!" I protested.

"No Sam, you are simply infatuated with the idea of making love to your girlfriend's mother. I know you find me attractive and that really makes me feel good. You also make me feel like a woman, something I've needed to feel for a very long time. That is a lot of the reason I am doing this with you at all. But Sam, you are not in love with me. Lust yes, but not love. Sam, you have to admit your experience with love is very limited thus far."

"That's true," I had to admit I was still very inexperienced so I decided to believe her. I also decided, however, to hang on to the possibility of being in love with her. I posed that point to Anne.

She responded by saying, "There's nothing I can do to stop you from doing that. In fact, it's probably good that you do continue to consider it as long as you consider your love for Linda and Cathy as well. You know, you're a very lucky young man. You have three women who would do virtually anything for you. That can be an envious position to be in, one which I know many young men dream of. I think, however, you are also becoming very aware of the problems it brings with it."

"That's true. There are a lot of problems. I am really going to need your help in parting myself from Linda. It's funny, I still love Linda but my feelings for Cathy are much greater. The reason I say I'm in love with you is because my feelings for you are very great too and they feel just like the ones I have for Cathy."

"That's really nice of you to say and I do believe you mean every word you say. Still, I want you to do a long hard comparison between Cathy and me. I feel very confident you will find yourself preferring Cathy much more than me." The words Anne said in her mind immediately following were, 'At least I hope you do because God help us if you don't.' "Well dear, enough of that talk for now." Anne gave me another of what I considered her "famous" kisses. They were so very different from either Linda or Cathy.

Anne and I were made love for the next couple of hours. We managed to totally exhaust ourselves. "Are we going to be doing this once we get back home?" I asked.

"I don't see why not." She replied.

"Well, I don't think we should do it as often as we have here. Actually, to be entirely truthful with you, I'd hoped you would find another lover so I could devote my time and energies to Cathy, or as much as I can until the Linda situation is fixed."

"I understand Sam," Anne said quite seriously. "I've got to respect your wishes and if that's what you want then that's the way it will be."

"Thank you Anne. Oh, there is one more thing. I really don't like the idea of Dawn staying here with me. She's too sexual for me."

"What do you mean by that?" Anne asked quite curiously.

It was time for the truth to come out and for me to clean my soul. Yesterday, when you sent Dawn to get Cathy, Dawn stayed with me. She suggested we move to a different place and it all seemed quite innocent to me. It wasn't. Dawn's being naked and my being weak got me into trouble." I paused for a few moments to collect my breath and my thoughts. "I had sex with Dawn and I've been feeling horribly guilty ever since. No one but you and Dawn know this but I had to tell someone to get it out into the open. I'm too guilt ridden to ever want to do it again but I can't promise that Dawn would not figure out a way to break me down again. Sex is my weak point and she knows it far too well." When I said that I waited for Anne to say something. I sat quietly for quite a while. Anne had a very serious look of concern on her face while she thought about what I had told her. I was praying that she'd forgive me.

"Sam, to be honest, I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you had more strength than that."

I lowered my head and said, "So did I. I'm really sorry, I really am."

"I know you are Sam and I am going to forgive you. Your request to not leave Dawn shows your intent and I'll see to it that she goes home with me and I'll arrange for Cathy to stay with you." Then Anne smiled. "I do know that you love Cathy and if I tried to fight that using the Dawn incident I think I might spoil a good thing."

"With any luck she'll have some other guy in tow long before then. You're funny, at least until she's eighteen you say. So that means you are saying it would be all right to be with her then? I don't think you really want that."

"No, I wouldn't." Anne replied quietly.

"There is still a problem though."

"What's that?" Anne asked confused by what she thought had been the end to the problems.

"I am still very much in love with you Anne. I told you that. I haven't been able to decide between you and Cathy yet so, you see the problem?"

"Yes, unfortunately I do. I'm still counting on your choosing Cathy over me."

It was then we heard someone coming up the stairs. It had to be Cathy I thought. I was right but she had Dottie with her as well. "Hi Sam, Hi mom!" Cathy said in a very happy voice. "I've got great news that will solve all our problems, I hope." Anne and I sat silently waiting for Cathy to continue. "Dottie has agreed to stay with Sam and Linda. She is staying here for the week anyway so she said she wouldn't mind at all."

"Well that is good news," Anne replied. "I think it really solves our problems."

"Me too!" I said maybe a bit too enthusiastically. Cathy gave me a harsh look however when I looked at Dottie she winked at me. I was once again wondering what I was getting myself into although this time I had a pretty good idea and I found it very interesting.

"Well, I'm going back over to my place to pack a few things for this evening if I'm going to be staying here," Dottie said.

"Okay Dottie," Cathy replied. "Take your time. We'll be here until six anyway."

"Good, I'll be back by five so you can tell me what I need to do and everything."

Dottie left the room for her cottage. "Mom, I need to talk with Sam for a while so do you mind if I steal him from you?"

"Of course not dear. In fact, I need to prepare to leave anyway. I'm going to get everything ready so we can just toss it in the Explorer whenever your father gets back."

"Okay mom," Cathy said and grabbed my hand leading me downstairs. Cathy sat me down on the sofa with her. "Sam, I'm really happy that Dottie is staying here with you."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well, left alone I don't think there's anything Dawn would try including doing her worst to seduce you. I know you and Dottie will have sex but I don't mind that at all. After all, I'd be a hypocrite if I did, you know what I mean?" She asked.

"Yeah, I think I do. You mean if you can have sex with her and be my girlfriend then there should be no reason I can't have sex with her as well. But what if I don't want to go to bed with Dottie?" I asked.

"Yeah right!" Cathy said with a sarcastic laugh. "Dottie's gorgeous, why do you think I have such a hard time keeping my hands off her. I know you Sam and I'd wonder about you if you didn't want to have sex with her. What makes it better is that I really don't mind, please believe that."

"I do believe you Cathy but you're assuming that Dottie is going to want to be with me."

"No I'm not. She asked me if she could." That statement sent a shock wave through my body. "I told her I thought it would be good for both of you, and I do."

"Cathy, you're really something else. I love you a lot. I don't know how anyone would not love you." Cathy's smile told me that she really was very pleased.

"Sam, I'm so happy you love me and I love hearing you say it too. Don't forget though, we've got to be careful. We don't want Linda hearing this. At least not yet."

It seemed we were all in agreement. From then until six everyone was busy cleaning and putting things together for the trip home. I went to Linda's room just before Dottie arrived and told her what was going on. I also had brought her supper. Linda picked at it. Even though she had slept for most of the day she complained about how tired she was feeling. I got Linda to take her aspirin, antibiotic and orange juice. As she had done before Linda fell asleep again before I left the bedroom. Dottie had returned at 5:30. A little after six Cathy entrusted me to Dottie as she left with her parents. I knew the next two days would be very interesting. I actually hoped they would be. Just before Cathy got into the Explorer I overheard her whisper to Dottie, "Don't fuck him do death you wench. Leave some of him for me." The two women laughed, hugged each other good-bye and Cathy got into the Explorer. Dottie took a step back to me and we watched them as they left. Once they had gone Dottie and I went back into the cottage.

"So I've got you all to myself now!" Dottie said with a sly grin on her face.

"It looks that way. Still, we have to be careful of Linda you know."

"Don't worry, Anne's a pretty smart lady. She told me we should sleep in her bedroom. She showed me the latch for the door too."

"Why did she think we'd be sleeping together?"

"Probably because Cathy told her we would."

I was numb to surprises now. "Are there any secrets around here at all?"

"I really doubt it Sam. Cathy and her mom are really close and I don't think there's anything they don't tell each other. Well there is one thing. You haven't fucked Dawn."

"Actually," I said, "I have."

"What!" Dottie exclaimed with a surprised look.

"Except for Linda everyone knows now, thank God," I said. "Saturday afternoon after we left your place Dawn convinced me to move from the main beach area to more secluded beach on the opposite side of the lake. It took only a very short time for her to become very forward with me and manipulate me to a point that I became too weak to help myself. Afterwards, thought, I got extremely angry. I told Anne and Cathy about it. Surprisingly, Anne forgave me much more quickly than Cathy did. Then last night Dawn gave me a blow job while I was asleep so I really had no control over that situation. When I realized what had happened once I woke up I got very angry with her and told her in no uncertain terms that what she had done was wrong and I didn't want her to try anything like that again. Shortly after that Cathy came downstairs and I told her what had happened immediately. It became obvious to her that Dawn really was as devious as I had described so she forgave me. Then we both went upstairs and told Anne what had happened too. After that both Anne and Cathy felt much more relieved about my actions and suddenly very aware of what Dawn was capable of. I'm sure Dawn won't be trying anything like that again."

"Well good, because you're right, it's not right to do that. I'm really happy to see how sorry you are for what happened. At least you're not pervert or anything like that." Dottie thought for a second and then said, "Okay, well, maybe you're a little pervy but I like that."

"Thank you," I replied with relief.

"Sam, don't worry. I don't think there's anyone who doesn't have some dirt on Dawn. We've all caught her up to some sort of no good. When she was fourteen I caught her in bed with my kid sister. I was really pissed and told her so but somehow she knew I was bi- and tried to use that to bribe me to silence. It didn't work because I told her that most people already knew anyway so I didn't care. Actually I do care a lot who knows but I counted on her being dumb enough that she'd believe me which she seems to have done."

"So what happened with your kid sister?"

"Not much. She admitted to me she had been fooling around with girls ever since she was twelve but she said it was Dawn who had dared her to do it with her. To prove Dawn wrong she did it. My sister is just like me sexually but Dawn isn't and she knows it. I made Dawn believe that she had twisted my sister's mind, which of course she hadn't. I've been able to get my sister's promise that she'd have a long talk with me before she did it again. Well, we've had that talk and now she understands many of the things that can go wrong. I offered to Dawn to talk to her about it as well. Dawn's so cock sure of herself though that she refused."

I looked lustfully at Dottie as she stood there. She had a bikini on so I felt like she was hiding from me but at the same time I knew she had already agreed to be intimate with me. I couldn't believe myself. I knew I was over-sexed but I never dreamed that it would reach this extent. I was beginning to feel like I had to have, and would have, every beautiful woman that came along. I decided to tell Dottie this.

"Hey Sam, let's sit down okay? It's been a long day."

"Sure, there's something I need your opinion on anyway."

We sat down right next to each other and Dottie said, "Okay, out with it, what's up?"

"Dottie, since I've been with this family I've been sexually spoiled. Cathy, her mother and sisters have all offered themselves up to me and I've taken them all up."

"Oh, you did Anne too huh?" Dottie asked.

"I thought you said you knew everything that had happened."

"Well, I thought I did and I guess that should not surprise me but it did. I tried to seduce her once since I know Jim is gay. She didn't go for it though. She told me she wasn't that way. She did like me trying though so she left me feeling good anyway, that's just the way Anne is. I love her and I don't know how anyone who knows her couldn't love her."

"I've told Anne the exact same thing but she says I'm crazy."

"That's Anne! Cathy too, neither seems to believe how gorgeous they are and how they could have anyone they want. I think it's kinda neat though. I mean, it's like being with someone who's unspoiled."

"I know what you mean. Oh yeah, that brings me to what I wanted to ask you about. Dottie, like I said, all the Caine girls have fucked me. Geeze, I can't believe I just said that."

"What?" Dottie asked. "You mean fuck?"

"Yes."

"So what's the problem?"

"I've never used that word to a woman before."

"Cathy warned me that you were new at this. I didn't believe her and I told her so. You acted like you knew just what you were doing when we were in my backyard."

"Well, Cathy's right. A little over a week ago I was still a virgin, if you can believe that. The thing is, every female I've come into contact with since Linda I've gone to bed with, except you of course. That's got to stop somewhere. It's going to spoil me in a bad way and I'll start thinking stupid, like taking every woman for granted. I can't stand people like that and here I am feeling like I'm on the verge of being that very sort of person."

"Don't worry Sam. You just told me of your fears and I can assure you from experience, men who are that way have never had the thoughts you've just told me about. If they had then they wouldn't have become the jerks they are. Sam, I have the feeling you'll respect every woman you are ever around."

"I'll die trying, I can honestly say that." Dottie laughed, leaned over and gave me a long loving kiss. She excited me as much as any woman could. Even though I sort of understood the logic Cathy had about my having sex with Dottie I couldn't understand her not being jealous of my being with another woman just the same. There was no way for her to know that I might find Dottie more interesting than she. I could only guess that she was pretty confident in herself. At that moment, however, Dottie did bring me to a new and different high and I did start to get very special feelings for her.




Sisters Ch. 12



"Dottie, what happens if I fall in love with you?" I asked.

"You won't." She replied confidently, "And if you do then you'll fall out of love with me too."

"I don't know how you can know that because I already feel love for you Dottie."

"I'm sure you do Sam but it's just not the same as being in love with me."

"Ah," I smiled, "being with an older woman is so pleasurable. You have the answers for the places I am clueless. I really like that especially since I'm so new at all this."

"Cathy told me that you are. She didn't tell me that you were a virgin so recently though. I think that's how I know I can be confident about things concerning love."

"I've gotta ask you a question. Why do you shave your pussy?"

Dottie laughed at my question before saying, "Sam, unlike Cathy, I feel the pull towards women more than I do men. When I make love to a woman, well, it just feels better."

"I see," I said then I changed myself by saying, "well, I kinda see. I mean except for what I saw you and Cathy doing yesterday afternoon I've never seen women make love."

"Don't worry about it Sam, it really doesn't matter. The thing is, I like you enough to want to have sex with you so that there says a lot about you personally and that's what you need to thing the most about right now. I think you'll find yourself enjoying a completely shaved pussy yourself." Dottie took me by the hand and led me up to Anne's bedroom. "Sit on the bed okay?" I did as she said. Dottie stood right in front of me totally naked. For a minute she didn't move at all. My eyes roved over her entire body. I studied her breasts and came to the conclusion that they were really nice looking. I looked down at her shaven pussy and became enthralled with the way it looked. She such a thing was still very new to me. Having a totally unobstructed view of her was very erotic I found. I studied its shaped, its general look and could even sense a slight scent of her sex rising towards me. I didn't seem strong or pungent at all. I thought about how I had licked Anne in the shower and there was virtually no scent or taste at that time. I thought, however, that it was most likely due to her just having scrubbed herself clean there and the water running over it as I licked her. This was a little different though and my mind wandered to wondering what she would taste like. I moved my head closer to her pussy. It was obvious to Dottie what I want so she moved slightly forward and parted her legs. She was literally an inch from my face and I quickly moved that inch pressing my face into her pussy. My inexperience showed again. I found that I also had to use my hands to part the lips of her pussy if I really wanted to gain easy access to it. I did that and began to lick her in the same way I had done to Anne. I did notice right away that her scent was indeed stronger as was her taste. Neither, however, were offensive to me and I found myself actually enjoying both the scent and taste. They were truly unique and acted like a sort of love potion. I was drawn to it and bathed my face in it. I know Dottie found this very pleasurable because she began to move her pussy around my face more and more quickly. Finally she got to a point where she was so animated that I could no longer keep up with her without grabbing her ass and holding on for dear life. I decided that was a bit much so I reached out and pulled her by her hand down onto the bed. Dottie was quick to center herself on the bed and spread her legs as I quickly got between them. She pulled my head down to her quickly and started kissing me at just about the same time I entered her. From all the recent experience I had I was feeling very confident. My moves felt easier and better directed. Soon Dottie and I were moving as if we were tied together. It wasn't long before both of us experience very strong orgasms and at the same time.

I must have been tired from all that had happened because I went limp rather quickly. I lay back to rest however Dottie quickly took matters in hand, literally, and started to suck on my limp penis with a lot of energy. Her vigor helped bring me hard very quickly. Dottie virtually crawled all over my body attempting to make love with as much life as she was capable of. This was a level of energy I had not experienced before. Dottie's lust for life and her lust in general was very infectious and I found myself reacting in the same manner.

At one point after at least an hour of continuous love making we slowed down. We were quite literally getting our breath back. I took advantage of this time to pay a great deal of attention to her breasts. Dottie's breasts were not as firm as Cathy's and were considerably smaller. Still, they felt extremely good to me and I paid a great deal of attention to sucking on her nipples. Her response to this was immediate. It was obvious that her nipples were extremely sensitive to this sensual touch of mine. While suckling upon her I was able to quickly bring her to a very strong orgasm. I found this incredibly satisfying for me as much as she seemed satisfied. I turned my attention to her other breast. Dottie's reaction was almost identical in every respected. I had become very animated my self in manipulating her breasts and nipples. I found that she liked me to bite down on her nipples every now and then. It seemed to give her a little extra spark at the moment, like a little shock. She also liked me to handle her breasts rather roughly during this time. It was as if I were adding erogenous zones that had not previously been there.

"God you're good Sam!" Dottie said when we finally broke for another rest. "Are you sure you're not kidding about having been a virgin a week ago?"

I didn't know if she were kidding or serious so I replied, "It is true, I was a virgin just a week ago. But geeze, I've had so much sex since then it's been like a continuous education. Anne probably taught me the most about how to pleasure a woman. God she's one sexy woman."

"Oh do I know that!" Dottie replied. "I wish so much that she liked women I'm sad that she doesn't."

"Well, maybe the answer to that is you should not stop trying to get her interested. Who knows, she just may give in to it and find that she likes woman after all. You never know, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," Dottie said with a big sigh. "Still, I have a lot of doubts that she'll ever turn that way. I think you're right though. I will try her the next chance I get."

"Well, maybe I can help in bringing that to happen."

"What do you have in mind Sam?"

"Well, I've started fantasizing about having two women at once."

"You want to have a three-some?"

"Yeah, I think I might like it. You and Anne would be my natural choices so maybe I can get her to join in somehow."

"I like your mind Sam. I think we can arrange something when we get back. I want you to know one more thing. This evening you have proven to be the first man I'd like to be with on any sort of a regular basis."

I moaned, "Oh no."

"What's wrong? Don't you like that idea?"

"Well yes, of course I do but I have heard the same thing from Linda, Anne and Cathy. I love sex but I know I'm not any sort of sex machine. I don't think I can satisfy everyone's wishes. I've already decided to let Linda down softly. But there is still Cathy and Anne. You see what I'm getting at?"

"I do," Dottie said in an understanding voice, "I never thought I'd ever hear any man say he was getting too much sex. You're one lucky guy you know."

"Yeah, I guess I am. All four of you are absolutely wonderful and it's so difficult to turn any of you down anything you want."

"Anything?" Dottie asked with a rather large grin.

"Well, yes, anything but from that look in your eye I think there is something I haven't thought of. Is there?"

"Have you ever been tied up or tied someone up?" Dottie asked and then quickly said. "No, of course not. You just haven't had the time to do everything. So what do you think about that?"

"I don't know what to think," I replied. "I know I'll have to think about this one for a while before I say anything. It sounds too kinky for me."

"It's not what you may think Sam so if you have any questions about it feel free to ask me." Then Dottie got that funny glint in her eye and continued. "You probably don't know it but Cathy likes it."

"She does?" I said in total amazement.

"Oh yes. She loves to be tied up. We done that many time and other things as well."

"Other things?" I said again in total amazement. "I don't know what those other things are but I think I'd like to save that conversation for another time. As it is I'm already overwhelmed."

"I understand Sam. I am looking forward to seeing you when we get home. I live only a few blocks from Cathy. I'll bet you didn't know that either."

"No, I didn't but at this point almost nothing is a surprise anymore."



Sisters Ch. 13



We returned home without further incident. Linda stayed in bed for the rest of the week and as much as I wanted to be with them Anne thought it best I not visit until "the dust settled." That turned out to be a really good idea. It gave me time to consider all I had done over the weekend and I can't say I was particularly proud of myself. I had been out of control, I realized, and I was lucky no one got hurt, well, anything more than hurt feelings.

Anne called early Thursday evening and said that as much as she would like to continue things between us she was still a married woman and she was feeling horribly guilty about what she had done. That didn't really square, in my mind, with things that she had said that seemed to imply otherwise but I wasn't in any position to argue. Besides, by that time I realized that I needed to be with just one of the girls. I quickly ruled out Cathy because I thought she was too old for me and Dawn was too pushy and forward for my liking. Still, in a strange sort of way, I also found that to be very attractive in her.

I had no sooner hung up with Anne, or so it seemed, and Linda called me. "We need to talk." She said in a very angry sounding voice.

"Okay, when?"

"Not tonight, be here tomorrow at six." Linda didn't even wait for a response from me before hanging up. I knew she was pissed and although I didn't know exactly what was pissing her off I knew she had found out about one or more of my dalliances over the weekend. Still, I reflected, she could have just yelled at me over the phone and told me she didn't ever want to see me again but she didn't. I took that optimistically. I realized that even though the Caine family had put the fun right back dead center of dysfunctional I really liked them, all of them.

Well, I didn't sleep much Thursday night and Friday dragged by of course. When I rang Linda's doorbell I already felt emotionally drained. Linda answered the door so quickly it was as if she were standing right behind it the whole time. As soon as she saw me she turned and walked away. I followed her to the living room where she started pacing.

"Sit down!" She said to me sternly. I did so and said nothing. I hadn't even said hi to her but I could tell by her expression she wasn't up for small talk. "What the FUCK were you thinking?" Linda yelled at me suddenly. Before I could answer she went off on me again and didn't stop for what seemed like an hour. Of course it was little more than a couple of minutes but I felt totally emasculated when she finally stopped. I sat there silently, stunned. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Don't try to deny you fucked Cathy. I know Dawn came on to you so did you fuck her and my mother too?"

"I sorry, I was wrong to do that," I responded in a miserable voice. I actively avoided responding to her question about Dawn and Anne hoping she was so angry that she'd actually forget that I hadn't answered. But she hadn't.

"So did you fuck them too?"

I knew that if I paused anything more than a second I would be doomed by my own silence. "Oh come on Linda . . . "

I was going to go on but Linda interrupted me and yelled, "Oh, and I know you and Dottie did shit too, don't deny it!" This time I let my silence be damning. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Linda had gotten so angry that her face was flush, you could actually see it through the sun burn and her breathing had increased noticeably.

I stood up and said, "Linda, I'm really sorry. I was a real asshole but . . . "

"Yes, you were! How could you do it? How could you do it?" As repeated these sentences over and over again she hit me on the chest and hard. I took it because I had earned it. Then she did something that totally surprised me. She started crying and fell into my arms. I put my arms around her and held her but not firmly. I didn't say a thing though. She cried for the longest time just standing there and then finally as her crying subsided she sniffled as she looked up and asked me, "Why? Why did you do it?"

Well, I knew the answer to this, one thing I'd accomplished over the past couple of days. "I was weak Linda. Cathy's beautiful and until you I had never really had sex with anyone so I guess . . ." I knew there were words to follow but I was having trouble finding them and stumbled. Then I looked down into Linda's eyes and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Don't!" She responded strongly. I kissed her again the same way. "Don't!" She said again and even more forcefully. But she didn't push me away and in her eyes I thought I saw her weakening. I didn't try to kiss her again but I did run my hand up and down her back while holding her close to me.

"So you're not breaking up with me?"

"How can I break up with you when we weren't even going out?"

Of course she was right and I felt stupid for saying such a thing so I tried again, "So can we still see each other?" I felt like I had balls of brass to ask her such a question. I knew by all rights she should just toss me out on my ass. I had earned that.

Linda took a deep breath and looked up at me without saying anything but I could see her considering things. Finally she said, "If you still want to go out with me you're going to have to go by my rules." Since I couldn't believe my ears I allowed my head to bob up and down in instant agreement. I told her I'd do anything. "Let's sit down." I went to sit down and Linda then said, "No, up in my room. Too many ears around here and it's none of their business." I hadn't seen anyone in the house besides Linda so I assumed at least Anne was somewhere about.

Linda sat on the bed in her room and I next to her. She started immediately laying down the law to me, putting me on an extremely short leash. I passively agreed to everything without question. I asked her to explain a couple of things but agreed with them anyway. When I could tell she was winding down I put my hand high on her back and rubbed her there. As I was looking into Linda's eyes I could feel myself filling with emotion for her, love I thought. I remembered guys telling me about make-up sex and I thought I'd see if we could do that. All I knew was I felt I had to have Linda right then and there. But Linda moved around a bit showing that my advances were unwanted. Still, I persisted and she soon gave up. Then I started to unbutton her blouse.

Linda slapped my hand away and said strongly, "Stop it! Is that all you can think about? Is your whole life run by your dick?"

I thought about her question a second and then said, "Only since I discovered how to use it last week."

This made Linda laugh and say, "You're impossible." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and then said, "You really are you know." The mood was obviously lightening and so I took that moment to push my hand over Linda's breasts. They felt wonderful and this time she did nothing to stop me. With that I started kissing her, longingly , passionately. Her kisses were a little distant and cold at first but her will to resist, what there was of it, quickly melted and she was soon returning my kisses with equal passion. "You know, the only reason I'm letting off is because you're such a good kisser." Linda's passions quickly followed mine and it wasn't long before we were both naked and making love. I kept thinking how I couldn't believe Linda would let this happen after what she'd found out and that made me hornier and harder. When I entered her with my cock, hard as it had ever been, it felt like the first time I had sex. It was like giving up my virginity all over again. Linda finally started saying, "Oh yeah Sam, fuck me, fuck me hard." And I was doing all I could to comply.

Then just as I started to slam my cock into her as hard as I could I said, "Dawn."

Linda pushed me slight away with her hands and said, "What? You called me Dawn." She was clearly extremely angry all over again.

I looked down at her and said, "No," and the nodding I said, "Dawn." Indicating she should look to the door. Linda did so and saw Dawn standing in the doorway.

"Get out!" Linda yelled but Dawn didn't move. "Get out!" Linda yelled again but what surprised me is that Linda made no move to cover herself. I thought this odd.

"You should close your door when you're fucking Linda," Dawn said as if it were the most normal conversation in the world and she also stepped into the bedroom and moved to the bed. I hadn't moved as I was a more than a little surprised by what was happening. My cock, on the other hand, lost interest and started to shrivel. I rolled off Linda and to the side of her away from Dawn. I could see Dawn look at my cock as I rolled over and then look back to Linda.

"What do you want Dawn?" Linda asked in a very irate voice.

"I want to know what he's doing here." Dawn asked. Her question took me by surprise. "You said you didn't want to see him again."

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind." Linda replied defiantly.

"So does that mean you're okay with him fucking Cathy?"

"No! And he's not going to do it any more. Besides, Cathy said she wouldn't."

"Yeah sure," Dawn replied sarcastically.

"Dawn, you're such a slut!" Linda said angrily.

"Really?" She replied, "Because until recently I was a virgin believe it or not." This revelation, if true, surprised me completely because I had had no hint of her being a virgin when we were together. Then I was fearful Dawn was going to do a tell all.

"Yeah sure Dawn." Linda said sarcastically. The was a moment of silence and then Linda asked, "So who was the guy?"

"I'm not tellin' but you know him." I was quietly grateful for Dawn's evasiveness and prayed Linda wouldn't put it together. Then Dawn said, "So what about all that stuff when we were kids?"

"You mean when we played doctor? Oh come on Dawn that's just kid shit."

"Yeah, and what about last year?"

When Dawn said that I saw Linda swallow and look at Dawn as if to kill her. "What about it?" Linda final responded defiantly.

"You liked that."

"I was drunk." Linda replied defensively.

"You were drunk the first time but not the next times."

"Dawn, you promised to never tell anyone." I was more than a little confused about their evasive conversation but I had my ideas.

"You said we could share." Dawn said.

"I mean other girls!" Linda replied strongly and then quickly put her hand to her mouth as if to pull the words back. I was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events but did my best not to show it. "Sam, it's not what you think." Linda finally said to me.

"I don't know what to think." And as I was saying those words Dawn was saying, "It is too Sam."

Finally I asked, "What exactly are you two talking about?"

Dawn started to speak but Linda motioned for her to be quiet and said, "I came home from a bad date drunk. I was crying a lot and Dawn and I were talking about it when I kissed her and then we just kissed a lot."

"So that's all?" I asked.

"NO!" Dawn said a little annoyed, "We kissed a lot and we touched each other. I thought I was a lesbian."

"You did not!" Linda retorted.

"I did too," Dawn replied, "Why do you think I was still a virgin."

"Yeah, well, you're no virgin." I said firmly to Dawn and then suddenly realized I had stepped in it.

"How do you know?" Linda asked quickly and angrily.

"Cause I told him." Dawn interjected. "We went for a walk out at the lake and that's when he found out I wasn't a virgin." To my surprise and joy Dawn didn't expand upon that.

A long silence ensued during which time we all looked at one another, me to Linda then to Dawn and back to Linda with Linda and Dawn doing the same thing. But finally Dawn fixed on my cock and reached over and said, "How about sharing Linda, like you said we would."

Linda slapped Dawn's hand away and said, "No, it's not right?"

"You mean it's all right to share girl lovers but not boy lovers?" Dawn asked.

I could see Linda beginning to feel trapped. Twice I could see her form words with her lips but nothing came out. Dawn had reached over and grabbed my cock again but this time Linda did nothing to stop her. Also this time Dawn stroked my cock and for its part my cock responded quickly. Linda was clearly uneasy with the situation but Dawn's defiance seemed to have perplexed her to inaction. Then Dawn bent over, took my cock in her mouth, ran her tongue around its head and let it pop out of her mouth. "He tastes good." Dawn said with a grin on her face.

Linda was clearly apprehensive and Dawn seeing this leaned over and gave her sister a kiss on the lips, not a quick peck but not a really wet kiss and definitely not a sisterly kiss. As Dawn pulled her face back from Linda she reached out and clutched Linda's breasts in her hands. Linda closed her eyes as Dawn did this. One thing I was learning about Linda quickly was that her will power where sex was concerned was close to zero or pretty much the same as mine. Then the two girls started kissing again but with more passion this time. After a few seconds Linda was caressing Dawn's breasts too. The whole scene made me extremely hard. I reached between Linda's legs and pressed my fingers into her pussy. She was as wet as I had ever known her to be.

Dawn broke the kiss with Linda and said, "I need to get more comfortable." She was still standing albeit in a bent over position to Linda. She didn't immediately get on the bed rather she started to undress herself. Dawn, ever the show-off, started doing a strip tease swinging her hips as she removed her clothes. Linda actually smiled and shook her head as she watched Dawn undress.

As Dawn got on the bed she straddled my legs and placed her pussy right over my cock. Dawn lowered herself so my cock just barely touched the lips of her pussy and stopped. I thought Linda was going to protest but she didn't. Instead she moved herself slightly so she could grasp my cock with her hand. She then took her free hand and pushed her fingers against Dawn's pussy. The way she did it the back of her hand ran over the tip of my cock, her hand taking my pre-cum with it.

"She's ready," Linda said with a glint in her eye and then taking my cock in her hand said, "and you're ready too." Linda didn't release my cock but looked up to Dawn and gave her a small smile. Dawn began to lower herself onto my cock but Linda didn't let go of me even when Dawn went all the way down and trapped Linda's hand between us. It was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. Then next time Dawn lowered herself on me Linda moved her hand to my balls and gently squeezed them. I knew I would be a goner soon. That thought no sooner entered my head than I began to come and come hard. I screamed out that I was coming. I could feel Dawn's pussy muscles squeezing my cock as if to suck out ever bit of cum I had in me.

Finally Dawn said, "I think he's done." She rolled off me and onto her side. Linda then came up to me and took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it as if to urge out any remaining bits of cum.

"Yeah, he's done." Linda said as she released my cock. We lay that way for a while, Linda on one side of me and Dawn on the other. Me on my back and each of the women on their side with one arm draped over me. I felt like I was in heaven.

"Did you taste me?" Dawn asked. I was still surprised by her brazenness but it was becoming more obvious that Dawn had no problem with saying whatever she wanted or asking anything she wanted.

"Of course." Linda replied.

"So how'd you like it?"

"I dunno, it's all right I guess," Linda replied hesitantly.

We just lay there quietly for at least fifteen minutes. We certainly weren't tired from heavy sexual activity, that hadn't happened of course but we all seemed to be thinking about what should happen next. Dawn in time answered that burning question when she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking on me. As Linda watched amused I became hard again quickly, more quickly than I thought possible.

Now it was Linda who moved herself over my cock. But Dawn quickly pushed herself up and slid her body along Linda's culminating in a kiss.

"Oh fuck!" I said as I watched the sisters acting like lovers. Linda looked down at me and winked and then kissed Dawn again. Dawn then slid back down Linda's body running her hands from Linda's shoulders over her breasts and down to her pussy. Once she was laying back down on the bed and propped up on her elbow she grabbed my cock at the base just as Dawn had down and stroked it a few times. Linda looked down and the slowly, very slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Dawn's hand retreated to my balls and began squeezing them just as Dawn had done. But as hot as the scene was, and it was torrid, I could tell that we were going to fuck for a while before I was ready to come.

By this time you'd think I would expect almost anything from Dawn but I wasn't. "You really like fucking my sister," Dawn suddenly said to me almost taunting me. I didn't respond so she said it again. "You really like fucking Linda don't you Sam?" She emphasized the word fucking when she said it. All I could do was moan a yes. "So Sam, do you like it when I kiss my sister? Does it make you hot?" Again all I could do was moan a yes in response. "Does her pussy feel good wrapping itself around your cock? Don't you just want to push your cock harder and deeper into her?"

As Dawn finished speaking those words she let go of my balls and took one of Linda's nipples into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. Dawn was acting the total slut and I was loving it. "Doesn't she have the nicest big titties you've ever seen Sam and doesn't she have the cutest pussy ever?" Dawn's breathy words pushed me faster than I thought possible to coming but as I heard Linda start her climax at that moment I started mine.

Dawn noticed too, of course, and said, "Yeah Sam, fuck her good. Shoot your hot cum deep into my sister's pussy." As soon as Dawn said those words I exploded with more force than I thought possible with a second come and couldn't help but yell that I was coming. Linda too was coming and screaming out the fact. She bounced up and down on my cock about as hard as she could. I thought she was going to drive me straight through the bed she was banging down so hard but it felt so damn good too.

This time Linda did roll off me spent. She was no sooner off me, however, than Dawn attached her lips to my cock and started bobbing her head up and down on it quickly. Unbelievably she was able to keep me somewhat hard and stop my cock from going soft. It wasn't as hard as it had been in Linda's pussy but it was still pretty stiff.

It was just about at that moment we all heard Anne's voice yell out, "Linda, Dawn, I'm home. Where are you girls?"

"Oh shit." We all said in unison.