Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

When the garage man confiscated their van, refusing to allow them to even sleep in it, or remove any of its contents they thought they would sell, the rotten luck they were suffering struck them both dumb like two babes in the woods, they clung to each other spiritually and physically.

And their bad luck didn't change until they were refused at the only hotel in the town they remaining in his pocket and in Beth's purse. This was when they sighted Mrs. Griffin's employment agency and told her their story.

Now, as they stood outside Mrs. Gloria James' door in the elegant fraternity house, they held hands, their fingers squeezing, both breathing deeply at the same time they were holding their breath.

On the way over, Jeffrey had said to his sister, "I've heard about house mothers before. They're usually old crabby bags… "

"Mrs. Griffin said that Mrs. James is sweet," said Beth, looking up into her handsome brother's deep blue eyes. Hers were a lighter blue. Her long hair was also more blonde but this was from the sun. Beth loved to lay naked in the sun of the van's roof.

"Let's just keep our fingers crossed, honey," her brother comforted. "Something nice has just got to happen to us."

"Let's kiss for good luck," Beth had said just before they knocked on Gloria James' door. And this kiss typical of the kisses they were sharing lately. Her pink tongue darted between his parted lips, meeting with his tongue. He pulled her close and soon both their arms were around the other's shoulders.

Beth was the first to rub her groin against her brother's crotch, to feel the sudden hardening of his beautiful prick against her mound. Jeff was the first to let his hands slide down her back to clasp her buttocks and hug her body closer.

They kissed ravenously, their tongues swirling, searching inside each other's warm mouth. Beth sucked on his tongue and he chewed on her lower lip as they began to squirm sensuously against each other.

"Oh, my darling," Beth moaned. "Something nice must happen. It just must," she moaned, rubbing her young firm breasts against his manly chest, kissing his face madly as she felt his hands lifting up her skirt from the back, soon feeling his delicious fingers caressing and stroking her naked behind as she rubbed ferociously against his penis that was now rock hard.

She reached between their trembling bodies. Jeff moved away slightly so her hand was not interrupted in its search. When he felt her fingers curl around his throbbing shaft, he began to whimper and moan in her ear.

"Oh, Beth, honey baby, yes, ohooo, Beth… "

This was when they heard a sharp sound in the narrow corridor up on the top floor. They parted instantly. Beth smoothed down her skirt while her brother, hand down inside his trousers, straightened out his erect penis so that it lay flat up against his stomach.

"You better knock, honey," Beth whispered.

"Just a second so Dinkey goes limp," he whispered back. Beth grinned. Dinkey was the pet name they used for his penis.

When Gloria James opened the door, the twins were stunned. They did double-takes and then broke into wide smiles.

As for Gloria, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the two good-looking kids.

"Come in… come in," she smiled.

Gloria, nude and on the bathroom floor, when the twins' knock sounded on her door, had no time but to throw on her lavender dressing gown and fit her bare feet into her high-heeled slippers. She'd brushed out her long hair and had managed to quickly dab on some lipstick.

"You'll just have to excuse me," she apologized. "I was about to bathe and I really didn't expect either of you this soon."

"Mrs. Griffin told us to hurry over," Beth smiled. She glanced at her brother and the look, which, of course, Gloria James didn't understand, meant that Beth just knew that at last the sun was shining down on them; that this meeting meant a great deal. That it meant she, Beth knew that somehow their troubles were over.

"I'm glad you did," Mrs. James smiled.

"And so are we," said Jeffrey, he meant it, too!

"Come in here," she said, leading the way through the entrance foyer into the living room. "Sit-down and we'll talk." She paused. She felt a strange, inexplicable stirring in her groin. Bizarre vibrations were thrilling her body. Her breasts began to ache in a way they never had. She could feel her nipples stiffening. What was happening?

"But first," she smiled, conscious that both twins were examining her surreptitiously, their eyes reaching out to glide over her breasts that were fully outlined under the tight lavender robe. She wondered if they could see that she was naked under it.

She was very conscious of the boy, the way he glanced down at her naked toes in the very sexy high heels. This gave her the shivers and again she felt a strange passion seeping through her body.

"But first, I'm sure you'd both like a little something to drink. It's warm out there, isn't it?"

"Yes," Beth nodded. She was sure that Mrs. James was nude under her robe. Once when the older woman turned, she was sure she saw a dark shadow between her thighs. This made Beth catch her breath.

"What would you like?" asked Mrs. James. She paused, watching as the twins sat next to each other on the convertible couch. She secretly admired Beth's lovely sunburned legs. The open-toed and heel-less sandals Beth wore had seen better days, that was for sure, but they served beautifully to emphasize the beauty of her little feet and perfectly formed toes.

"I have some cold white wine," Gloria James smiled.

The twins exchanged glances.

"We'd like that," said Beth, a happy smile lighting up her pretty face. She squeezed her brother's arm.

"I'd hoped you would," said Mrs. James. "I'll be right back." With this she turned on her heel and, as she did, her lavender robe swirled open. Jeff saw right up to her outer thigh. And Beth, as they were to discuss later, got a perfect glimpse of her hairy vagina.

As soon as Mrs. James disappeared into the kitchen off the living room, Beth ran her fingers up her brother's thigh. She wiggled them, searching for his prick.

"God," she sighed, "we're in luck. Don't you feel it, darling?" she whispered into her brother's ear.

"Yes… yes… yes!"

"I told you so," she whispered, her fingers finally curling around his semi-erect penis. "I'd love to suck it now," she whispered, stabbing the tip of her pink tongue into his ear and washing it.

"Be good," Jeff warned. "Be good. Let's not rush things. We could very easily spoil it, you know that. We must… must be careful."

In the kitchen, Mrs. James was so boiling hot that when she removed the chilled bottle of white wine from the refrigerator, she spread her legs.

She opened her robe and rubbed the bottle between her thighs, soon she was rubbing it madly, back and forth, loving the coldness, loving the sensations, but most of all the loving the idea that she would have little or no difficulty convincing the twins that they could live with her in the apartment.

All she had to do was carefully explain the ruse and invited them into the conspiracy. She couldn't see how or where she could go wrong. They had no home. They had no money. They had no jobs. Getting them jobs would be no trouble.

Finding three wine goblets after making sure that none of her cunt juices were on the bottle, sniffing it and loving what she'd just done, she found a tray. Onto the tray went the bottle, the wine goblets and a bowl of salted peanuts mixed with cashews. This would do as a starter she thought to herself. For some reason, she smiled at her reflection in one of the mirrors on the kitchen wall, she'd suddenly lost her appetite.

Just as she was about to enter the living room, about to push the curtains aside so they'd not knock anything on the tray, she saw Beth and her brother break from what had obviously been a very torrid embrace. She stood, holding her breath, her heart pounding, her cunt leaking and her breasts aching as she watched Beth pull down her skirt, as she saw her brother adjust his penis inside his pants.