Ray Mills: Sister in the middle

Still, when a week had passed and he had not tried to contact her, she grew restless. She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering if they could smelt the thick odor of her need. Couldn't they sense how wet and itchy her cunt always felt, or how her nipples were now always half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra?

She was constantly, wildly horny. But it wasn't just any man she wanted, it was Steve. Her brother.

When her boyfriend Mel came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and let him fuck her three times in rapid succession. She came each time and was still not satisfied.

She didn't trust herself to phone him. She was afraid she might just blurt out something about how much she needed him to fuck her. And, what if he had somehow patched up things with Erica? But Mona wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. She wasn't jealous of his wife. She just needed him, needed him incredibly.

But one evening the express bus she was riding home from work took a short detour. She realized it was going through Steve's neighborhood. And suddenly she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. She knew it was a mad impulse.

Nevertheless, she walked directly to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses.

But it was Erica who answered the door. "Oh, hi Mona," she said glumly. Her beautiful face looked wrung out from days of crying.

Mona was shocked out of her revery. "I… I…" she stammered.

Erica gave her a bleak smile. "I guess you heard."

"I… Steve called about a week ago and… mentioned that you two…"

Erica shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Mona's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't get caught in the middle of a nasty fight."

Not seeing any polite way to refuse, Mona followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where… is he?"

Erica pursued her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness. "Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."

They sat in the living room. Mona saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.

"Let me get you one," Erica said nervously, seeing Mona's eyes on the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."

Mona felt kind of sorry for Erica, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here drinking a martini by herself.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," Erica shouted from the kitchen. "I'm not just sitting here getting soused all the time." She returned with another glass and poured a martini far Mona. "In fact, I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock. Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, just because I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, you know. But around this time of day it gets a little hard. You understand, don't you?"

"Sure," Mona said.

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too."

Erica wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. It was not sexy at all. It was more like a little girl's fluffy nightie, completely concealing her body.

Mona found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Erica.

"What's there to talk about? I'm sure Steve told you everything. Did he tell you what a bitch I am?"

"AU he said was that you were having an affair with his best friend."

Erica nodded, biting her full lower lip. "I was. Oh Mona, I wish I could make somebody understand! I wish even I could understand! I love Steve, not the other guy. But somehow I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me." She shook her head wildly. "I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Mona gulped her martini. She felt herself blushing, saw her hands shaking.

"I knew it was wrong… but there was nothing I could do!" Erica wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"

"I know, I know," Mona soothed her.

"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"

Mona got up from her chair. She went across the room and sat next to Erica on the sofa. She took one of Erica's shuddering hands, cradled it and soothed it. "I know," she murmured to Erica. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."

Erica gazed at Mona through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean something like that has happened to you?"

Mona nodded, trying to control her shame.

Erica smiled. She sighed and her head rested on Mona's shoulder. She began crying softly again. "Oh… I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does… in away."

Mona comforted the girl, drawing her even closer, until Erica was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder. The warmth of Erica's body made Mona feel curiously sad too. She put her arms around Erica and embraced her, feeling unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Erica's tear-stained check against her bare neck.

"It's okay, okay," Mona murmured softly. "We can't explain it. Sometimes we just have to give in to it…"

Erica turned her head and smiled up at Mona. Her eyes were strangely murky. "Give in to it?" she whispered shyly, as if seeking reassurance.

Mona pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a reassuring kiss. Then, without really knowing why she was doing it, she kissed away the tears.

And when Erica raised her mouth slightly, everything seemed so warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it. Their lips clung together with aching tenderness. Erica's lips slowly parted and Mona's tongue slipped into her mouth. She felt Erica's tongue curling around her own.

Mona's body sizzled with excitement as their embrace grew tighter, their hands more urgent as they groped far each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes.

When their lips finally came apart, Mona found her own eyes filling with warm tears.

"You're crying," Erica murmured.

"I know."

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know."

But this time she shut her eyes with happiness when Erica's mouth found hers again. Now they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When the kiss broke off, they were gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous.

"I… I've never done that," Erica said. "I mean, never kissed a woman."

"Neither have I," Mona whispered.

"I want to do it again."

"I… do, too. But… what if we don't stop?"

"Do you want to stop?" Erica asked shyly.

Mona shook her head. Then she closed her eyes and felt Erica's lips on her neck, dipping down to her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time their mouths and tongues were thirsty with passion, their bodies squirming together.

Mona knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Steve, it was her and Erica. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing wet tongue drove her nearly wild with excitement.

She slipped one hand into Erica's robe and found her breasts, warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing palm, the nipples tantalizingly soft and swollen as she cupped them gently. Erica sighed, moaning and licking Mona's lower lip.

"Are we going to fuck?" Erica whispered. "Are we really going to do it?"

Mona withdrew her hand and rapidly began to unbutton Erica's robe. She exposed Erica's firm tits and lowered her mouth to her brown nipple. She flicked it with her tongue, then licked the areola. She sucked Erica's nipple, sucking, sucking gently, sucking the whole large nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, feeling it become stiff.

She had never had her mouth on a woman's tit before. But strangely enough she felt no shame or guilt. Only a surge of warmth and passion. She cupped Erica's tits, admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her palms with their warm smoothness.