Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

Fawn had handed the phone to Kelley, and she and her room-mate had drunk each other up with their eyes while Kelley also refused Danika's request. But that was only the first time. Danika would not give up easily, and soon her jealousy became the only thing apparent.

Late one evening Fawn and Kelley were lying in Kelley's bed, glowing and warm and happy. They had just spent an hour coiled together lazily in a sixty-nine position, slowly and softly and sweetly licking and sucking one another's throbbing, pulsing cunts, drawing a fluttery, rippling series of skimming climaxes out of each other, playing each other's naked bodies with relaxed familiarity, loving the slowness of it, the total privacy and lack of any need to get it over with quickly.

They were smoking, sipping wine, and Kelley brought up the subject of Danika.

"She just keeps calling me," she said. "All the time. She even called me at work today. Begging me. She was almost hysterical."

"I know," Fawn nodded. "I know. She does the same thing to me."

"I… I guess I can't blame her," Kelley said. "She never expected anything like this would happen."

"Neither did we," Fawn said. "It's only that we've been friends for so long, and we live here together, and everything." She stroked Kelley's full white breast, pulling the wide deep red nipple with her finger, tugging it softly with her lips. "And it's so good to do it with you."

"You did it with her before you ever did it with me," Kelley said.

Fawn blushed. She nipped Kelley's delectable thick nipple affectionately with her teeth, bringing a sharp gasp of surprised pleasure from the girl. "That goes for you, too, don't forget."

Kelley settled onto her back, tossing her head lightly on the sheet, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Fawn's wet lips on her breasts, still talking in a low dreamy voice as Fawn sucked her. "She scares me," she said. "She keeps saying to me what she said to you that night. How she can fuck me better than any man, how we don't need men when we've got each other. She acts like a real lesbian or something."

Fawn knew what Kelley was talking about, for Danika had repeated the same things to her. But at the moment she felt playful, sensual.

Kelley's nipples stiffening between her lips, because of what she was doing to them, always heated her up, made her blood gush. She squeezed Kelley's beautiful breasts with her fingers and asked, "What's a lesbian?"

Kelley grinned, both from the joke and from the lovely feelings in her breasts. "I mean she's different than we are about it."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Fawn whispered. She licked and tongued Kelley's engorged nipples and tried to forget about it.

Actually it was a bigger problem than either of them wanted to face. I don't know why everybody has to feel like they own someone who they've fucked, Fawn thought. She knew she herself was vaguely jealous that Kelley would go to bed again with Danika, and she knew Kelley felt the same about her. They both knew it so well that once they had told each other it was okay, if either of them should want it. After all, Fawn thought, Danika has an absolutely stunning body. Just thinking about her naked almost makes me come. And she was my first… And she was Kelley's first too…

But the thought of Kelley letting Danika fuck her again, without Fawn being there, made her see red. She knew that's what Danika was feeling too, and she sympathized.

Worse than this, though, was her fear-now obviously shared by Kelley-that Danika was going over the deep end when it came to this girl sex.

Now that she was less worried about herself being a true nymphomaniac, Fawn began to worry about Danika instead. There was a hard desperate edge of conviction in Danika's voice when she spoke to Fawn about how a man could never satisfy her the way Fawn had done. She feared her sister-in-law was trying to convince herself and everybody else-meaning Fawn and Kelley-that lesbianism was their true nature. Fawn knew it wasn't her true nature and she hated to see Danika fling herself so desperately into it only out of her misery and the hatred she felt for Eric.

The thought of Eric also sent chills up and down her spine, and made her cunt juice flow involuntarily. It had been four or five weeks since she had seen him. She remembered the piercing, jabbing, skewering fuck he had given her, and her body flashed with heat and desire to have it done to her all over again. At the same time, she felt slightly hurt that he hadn't tried to get in touch with her. She also wondered how anyone who had been fucked by her brother, as Danika had been over and over for the past few years, could ever be a fool enough to think she was really a lesbian at heart. But then, you never knew what went on between people in private. Possibly Eric had fucked her, Fawn, with such blazing heat and stupendous virility because somehow his sex relationship with his wife had gone haywire.

Fawn's feelings were confused. She knew she wanted to be in bed again with each of them. But she had gone through such a troubled period wondering about her own normality. Now, with only Jeff and Kelley to go to bed with, she felt somehow so much more on the up and up. Jeff didn't know about Kelley, or course, about the new twist to their relationship, but Fawn knew she could keep that in hand. It was the idea of continuing to screw around with her brother-her own brother! — she still couldn't get over it! — and her sister-in-law that bothered her. It would be far better for her to exercise every ounce of will power she had, and avoid even thinking of them in a sexual way any more. On top of that, she had a feeling that she must help Danika to surmount this apparent conviction of hers that she was a lesbian. The best way to do that, Fawn decided, was to get Eric and Danika back together.

She didn't know exactly how to do it. She didn't even know, for example, where Eric was. For days she turned it over in her head and was just about to give up in frustration when, one evening, Eric finally phoned her and asked if he could come over. His voice on the phone was thick with suppressed desire for her. And Fawn herself, as she spoke to him, felt her whole body rippling with fires. She realized how dangerous it would be to her will power if she consented. But on the other hand, how would she ever get them back together otherwise?

Kelley, as understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening, and Fawn told her brother he could come over "for a glass of wine and a talk." While she waited for him to arrive, she put on all sorts of clothing that would make her as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them so that her full-figure was straightened and compressed by the elastic.

Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually only wore when she was sick.

But when Eric came to the door and she opened it, his eyes burned into hers so hotly that somehow it didn't even seem to matter what she was wearing. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.

"I… thought I'd hear from you sooner," Fawn said hesitantly. The second she said it she knew it was the wrong thing to say, since it sounded coy and seductive, flirtatious.

Eric nodded and sipped his wine. "I thought you would, too. I really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Fawn, but each time I stopped because I thought you'd probably refuse me because you'd feel the same way I did."

"How was that?"

"I wanted you. I still want you, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"

He shook his head, his handsome face grinning sardonically, his rugged jaw and strong even teeth making Fawn yearn involuntarily to feel his mouth everywhere on her body. "No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them, just trying to find one that could make me forget you."