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

"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically.

She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely. Sitting here drinking martinis by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon. And Danika seemed defensive about it too.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the kitchen. "I'm not just sitting here getting smashed all the time." She returned with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she half-giggled, "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?"

"Of course," Fawn said.

Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she had not listened very carefully to Eric. She had been too swept up in the mysterious urge to go to bed with him.

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day."

Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. She had it buttoned up all the way to the throat. It was not a sexy garment at all, more like a little girl's fluffy robe. It completely concealed her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet.

Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. Danika certainly didn't seem like some kind of sexpot right now. Instead she was shy, and anxious, and sad and lonely. Fawn found herself filling with sympathy for her instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.

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

"What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick tears, but she blinked them back. "I'm sure Eric told you what a bitch I am."

"Are you?"

"I don't know," Danika sobbed quietly. "I suppose I am."

"Eric said you went to bed with his best friend."

Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep sob. "I was. Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand. I'm crazy about your brother, not the other guy. But for some reason I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I was just going crazy for this other guy all the time. I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Fawn gulped down her martini, feeling her face grow hot. She felt herself blushing and saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa Danika was biting her fist, choking on her soft sobs. And Fawn knew that she herself was not blushing for Danika, but for what she heard her sister-in-law saying, which was so close to her own predicament.

I understand, Danika, she thought. I understand much more than you think.

"I couldn't stop myself!" Danika wept, her face streaked with tears.

"I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.

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

Fawn got up from her chair and went across the room. She sat next to Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shaking hands between her own and cradled it. Then she poured each of them a fresh martini from the pitcher.

"I know," she murmured to Danika. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."

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

Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she thought. If you only knew. Danika smiled through her tears with temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested lightly on Fawn's shoulder. She cried softly again.

"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better," she said in a small voice. "But it does, in a way."

Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on the moist smooth nape of Danika's neck, massaging her tenderly. She comforted the girl, drawing her even closer, until Danika was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder.

The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body made Fawn feel somehow good. She put her arms around Danika, feeling strange unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Danika's tear-strained cheek against her bare neck.

"It's okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back through the quilted bathrobe. "Sometimes these things just happen."

Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn. Her eyes were strangely murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. Fawn pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there. Then, without really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to Danika's eyes, kissing away the tears.

Then her lips fell to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Danika raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it, everything seemed so warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it. Danika's lips parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into her mouth.

Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own. She sizzled with excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter. Their hands groped urgently for each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes. When their mouths finally came apart, Fawn found Danika's big dark eyes shining, staring at her.

"What are we doing?" Danika asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Fawn shook her head.

But this time she shut her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure as Danika's lips touched hers again. She held the girl's body tightly, feeling Danika's hands rubbing her back through her thin blouse.

This time they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When the kiss broke off they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous.

"I've never done that," Danika said, looking down bashfully. "I mean, never kissed a woman."

"Neither have I," Fawn whispered back.

"I want to do it again."

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

We might as well face it right now, Fawn thought. We know where we're heading. We shouldn't be cute about it. God, she thought, God! I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me!

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

Fawn shook her head.

She closed her eyes and felt Danika's lips on her neck, dipping down to her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time instead of merely kissing they devoured each other, their mouths and tongues thirsty with passion, their bodies squirming together on the sofa.

Fawn knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Eric, was her and Danika. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing, snaking wet tongue drove her wild with excitement. But I don't care! she thought. I don't care about anything! I just want her! I want her so bad!

She slipped one hand between the buttons of Danika's robe and found her loose tits. They were warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing palm. Danika's nipples were tantalizingly soft and swollen as she cupped them gently with her fingers.

Danika sighed. She moaned against Fawn's teeth, and sucked her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to do it? Are we really going to?"

Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly began to unbutton the robe. She exposed Danika's firm lovely round tits, lowering her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple that popped into view. She flicked it with her tongue, and licked the soft bud that was already flecked with tiny excited bumps.

Then she sucked the whole thing between her lips, swirling her tongue around it, feeling it stiffen and point. She had never had her mouth on a woman's tit before, but she felt no shame or guilt, only warmth and passion.