1 comments/ 16392 views/ 4 favorites Pittsburgh Women Ch. 01 By: Virginiawild I am Katarina, but everyone calls me Kathy. We Pittsburghers are a pretty traditional bunch, from a neighborhood of tough-guy Polish people. My Dad is a life-long steel workers union member, now forced to retire with a plant closing after 30 years. My Mom can cook, clean and drink beer with the best of them. We grew up in the Catholic Church and with big holidays and heavy lessons of guilt and suffering. This was the example for my older sister and me. I followed the example, but Paulina never did. We all knew she was different from an early age. Prettier, and more charming than me, she never enjoyed being dainty or shy. I was always her height even though she was 3 years older. I had long legs, knobby knees and broad shoulders like a football player or coal miner. Yet I was the dainty one, who liked to cook and play with dolls. I envied her looks, but I just watched as she invited trouble. She was strong and independent, and when her hormones took over, she took a surprising turn to seduce girls. She never even kissed a boy. Not even when she was young, so we should have known. We were surprised by the fervor and quantity of conquests she had. The whole town sighed in relief when my sister left for college. She finished her Bachelors degree and stated graduate school the same year I started community college. We always figured she would be whooping it up in lesbian bars and corrupting freshman girls. As my sister pursued her master's degree, she also pursued one particular woman, Donna. After a few weeks my sister announced that she was the one and was going to settle down with her. For my sister this was a big step, almost incomprehensible. My sister screwed everyone in town, my friend's sisters, teachers, people wives, and she'd also pickup women in lesbian bars for one night stands. She slept with femmes, butches, doms and women of various races, too. We never expected her to stop fucking a dangerous variety. I always dated guys --big Polish guys. Not Quarterbacks, linebackers, and offensive tackles--heavy, sweaty, muscular boys who didn't talk much. I'd get one rose on Valentine's Day, and a funky cheap catholic necklace at Christmas. These boys expected either intercourse or a blowjob. My current boyfriend was Olek and he was a little more interesting than the others. I met him in community college where he played ice hockey. He was taking calculus courses. He would eat more than steak and potatoes, and this made him more interesting than most boys. As a matter of fact, he ate everything, and loads of it. He had quite an appetite. After a big meal, he offered to eat my pussy. He was terrible at it, but he still scored brownie points. I bought him brownies then next day. My sister was bringing Donna, her roommate, special girlfriend, partner, or whatever for thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving was strange. My Dad and Mom were totally chummy with her, hugging her and welcoming her into the family. They were even going to let them sleep together in Donna' s bedroom. Rather accommodating, to say the least. She seemed like a normal girl, actually plain in many ways. She didn't have a hot, curvaceous body, and wasn't especially sexy or perverted and I wondered what my sister saw in her. Obviously, the only odd thing I knew about was that she slept with my sister, rolling around, licking each other everywhere. Olek said he was ok coming to Thanksgiving Dinner with my sister and new lover, but in reality he wasn't. He ate enough, but he provoked an argument with Paulina, and my sister is one to never back down. She argues from facts and she traps people in their own words. Poor Olek never had a chance. Once, she picked him apart, he just blew up and stormed out of dinner. Olek didn't eat desert. News flash! Well I guess I had to skip my mother's pie and ice cream. "You'd better save some for me," as I ran out the door behind him. I thought he wanted to punch something, but might settle for a cold November drive and blowjob. In reality, he just wanted to punch something, and demolished our mailbox with his bare hands. He hopped in his car, stomped the gas, burning rubber and drove off without me. Thankfully, I got to eat my dessert. Still I wasn't in the mood to socialize, so after cleaning up dishes and packing leftovers, I decided to retreat to take a relaxing bath and sleep early. Several hours later, I was awakened hearing clunking footsteps from people coming upstairs. My bedroom is right next to my sister's, so that night I was treated to squeals and moans from my sister and her lesbian friend. "Oh, Oh, Oh my god! Oh, I'm coming," somebody screamed, until they started giggling together and shushing each other. The next morning was awkward, too. I cooked and cleaned with Mom so I could keep busy. My sister was lazy and happy to be served. Donna was trying to not make herself a nuisance. She offered to help clean plates, and refill coffee. My mother, Dad and Donna went into the others to show baby photos, and Paulina and I were left alone in the kitchen. Paulina looked at me very seriously, and said, "If anything ever happens to me, I want to swear that you will help take care of Donna." "C'mon," I said, "What are you talking about? You're immortal, a cat with nine lives." "No, I'm serious," she replied. "Do you remember how in Medieval times if a man's brother died, then the other brother would take her in and clothe, feed and protect her , too? That's what I'm talking about. Kathy, I want you to promise for me." As much as I tried to deflect the topic, she was very stubborn about this point until I agreed. One final thing she discussed was too much information. "Kathy, I know that you are not a lesbian, and may not enjoy it, but if you ever want to have sex with Donna, I would give you permission. She is such a fantastic lover, and has the most amazing body." "Shut up," I shot back, "I don't want to hear your shit. Last night, I could hear you guys up all night in the next room." "No, seriously," continued, "She has the biggest most amazing nipples. When they are in my mouth I am like a baby again." "Oh, my God, shut up," I squealed. "And the most amazing thing," she said, "is her clitoris. It swells up several inches like a mini-penis. You gotta try it sometime. You will never go back to men." "Och! I can't listen to this BS anymore. I can't believe I have such a wacko for a sister." So they returned to Grad School, and I was left without a boyfriend, and decide to get a part time job for the holidays. Almost a month later, we were expecting my sister for Christmas. It was snowing a few inches that night, but nothing too unusual for western Pennsylvania. She was not coming with Donna this time, who was travelling to see her own parents. My Mother received the fateful phone call from the State Police. "I'm sorry to call with bad news Ma'am, but your daughter's been involved in a serious car accident. She is in critical care and was transported by helicopter from the Turnpike." We all drove slowly to the hospital, and my sister never regained consciousness. She stayed in a coma for several days, and died on Christmas Day, the same day the Jesus Christ was born. My Dad felt guilty for letting her drive, and everyone of us expressed some regret that we didn't support her or love her well enough. I know that it was true of me. All those tough Polish people reduced to weakness and suffering. We had somber church services, and we met Donna's entire family, and many of Paulina's college friends. All those people had finally come together for Paulina, dressed in black and crying. Olek and several of my other ex-boyfriends showed up. A hush fell on my life and my parents' too. We were grateful to have responsibility and obligation, as a reason to wake up the next day. The bleak, dark winter snowed often, until February, when Donna called me from her college apartment. She wanted me to come and go through Paulina's clothes, books, photos, etc, and she could settle everything. Pittsburgh Women Ch. 02 So we were forced to go on living. Like zombies we passed each other only sometimes opening up about our feelings or thoughts. Free from entanglements, on Valentine's morning, I drove to my late sister's apartment. The purpose was to organize, remember and also, in a way, let go of my sister. My parents were happy that I was doing this. I arrived mid-morning and we got a lot of things accomplished. I was not hostile to Donna, now, so we talked freely. She described how she had met my sister, and her whole story. We both cried as we chatted. We went through clothes, and books, catholic rosaries, and photos. Donna would keep most things, I would take back home some things, and we would donate other things to charity. We cried and hugged several times, pulling Paulina's personal items and telling stories. As we broke for lunch I got a call from my Mother. "Kathy it is snowing on the Interstate and we got 2 inches already. Now they are calling for 6 plus inches. You'd better stay there with Donna, tonight." The first thing I noticed in the apartment was that there was only one full size bed. The sofa wasn't big enough to sleep on, but I announced to Donna, that to be cautious with the snow storm, that I'd sleep on it. After lunch, we packed some boxes in my car and then came back inside to talk and watch TV. I told her that I wanted to have a bath right after the movie ended. Right on cue, about 4:00 p.m. the power went out in just before the movie ended. We weren't sure that it was a total outage, but the lights flickered back on twice more and then it got dark and cold. Donna suggested "If you want a bath, you'd better take it now because we won't have any heat either!" She marched into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. She gave me my sister's old pajama shirt and bathrobe and let me get started. I soaked in the tub for about 10 minutes when Donna, knocked on the door and came in. I was shy about being naked in front of her, until she said hurry up. There won't be any hot water for me." I emerged totally nude to the cold air as Donna gave me a towel. She didn't ogle my body, and I was a little surprised that she didn't in my vulnerable state. The instant I was out and wrapped in a towel, she disrobed. I saw her famous nipples that my sister had described so well. She quickly hopped in the leftover bathwater. As I opened the bathroom door, I discovered how frigid the apartment was. It must have fallen 10 degrees as I bathed and dried myself. I didn't have all the nightshirts organized, and I wished I had slippers or woolen socks to insulate my feet from the cold. I was reluctant to sleep on the cold sofa, or to hop into her bed. While I thought about the bed that she and my sister made love, I dawdled as my body lost its precious heat. I was only 5 p.m. and already becoming a dark winter night. It was bizarre to be so cold and dark, but it became obvious that the only thing to do was go to bed. Donna emerged bundled up in a nightshirt and bathrobe, and saw me shivering, standing next to the bed. "Oh, my word, Kathy, you're freezing! Here let me warm you up." She took off her bathrobe and hugged me. "C'mon, get into bed." I lay down under her covers as she stacked every blanket in the house of me. In a minute she climbed in behind me and hugged her warm torso into my back. I felt better, but my nose, ears and toes, were still ridiculously cold. I shivered in the descending pitch black for the next 20 minutes, rocking back against her to share the warmth. After a while I realized that our bare legs were touching. All the way up to her upper thigh was touching my naked skin. The nightshirt had crept up to my waist and her bare skin was warm against my butt. I felt warm moisture on my butt cheek and I considered whether it was wet from the bath or arousal. As I remembered my sister's invitation to sample Donna's body, I realized that we were both sexually aroused. I pumped my legs so that I was sliding against her crotch for several more minutes. My body heat was returning. The passion I felt was improving my spirits. I was now very curious about her extra large clitoris and nipples. I rolled over to face her, and kissed her quickly on the lips. "You don't have to do this," she told me. "I want to, Donna." I kissed her wet on the lips and she allowed my tongue to enter, and we dueled. I felt her nipples over her night shirt, and then mashed my crotch into hers. I felt the nub of her clitoris grinding into mine. The pressure was a tease and a pleasure. I have no idea how long we stayed humping like that, but it might have been an hour. Eventually, she rolled me onto my back and mounted me, climbing in between my legs and to grind her pussy lips into mine. The squishy goo which lubricated between us created the most heavenly feeling. She increased the pressure until I felt her clitoris protrude and enter me. The intensity is too much to describe. It was the longest, slowest, most rewarding fuck of my life. Stars went off in brain as I grunted and squealed in a huge, spectacular release. She came with me, and we collapsed into a deep sleep for many hours. After 1 a.m., we were abruptly woken from sleep from the beeping microwave and the blaring sound of the television, as the electricity returned. The lights had all been on and we didn't turn any of them off. She bounced out of bed to check on the thermostat and push it up a few degrees. She returned to bed with two glasses on brandy, and proposed a toast to loving sisters. We clinked glasses and drank a healthy gulp. The brandy instantly warmed my throat and stomach. I got the courage to tell her that my sister had encouraged me to sleep with her and to take care of her if anything ever happened. We both cried again, until we started to kiss each other tenderly. She announced that now that the room had warmed up we should continue our love making. "Oral sex is the best. You are going to love this. Are you ready?" "Maybe we should take another shower to clean up from last time," I declared. We showered together and played with each other's nipples. I soaped up her ass and kissed her neck. She got towels and we climbed back into bed. The chill had left the apartment, so wrestled and nibbled totally naked. It was remarkable when she gave me oral sex. She nibbled my pussy lips and stroked into my vagina opening. She picked up the pace, and then zeroed in the clitoris. She brought me close several times and then slowed down. She went deep inside to what must have been my G-spot. Slowly she stroked that G-spot for several minutes. She returned to my clit, while she pumped two fingers into my pussy canal. Finally, I exploded. I splattered her face with some liquid I didn't know I was capable of making. I chuckled as I considered Olek, and compared how pathetic he was compared to an experienced pussy eater. Thankfully, I can tell my mother anything. She was always incredibly open to us, and never harsh or judgmental. She wasn't surprised when I told her that I slept with Donna. She figured that both of her girls were lesbians after so many bad Polish boyfriends.