Jerry Milner: Vacation swap

"Dottie?" said Jayne. "Dottie from the Iron Door? Marge, that's simply hilarious. You're better off than I thought you were, dear. Any man who'd get serious with Dottie has too many holes in his head."

The children took the news surprisingly well, especially when they heard that their aunt planned to stay on and help out for a while.

"Pop was gettin' awful grouchy and lazy," said Jim. "Auntie Jayne can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch."

"I'll miss him," said Barbara Jean, "but we can get along just fine if we all work together. And there's no reason for you to sleep on the couch, brother dear. Auntie Jayne can share my bed with me."

Jayne laughed and said, "I appreciate your concern, but for heaven's sake, don't worry about me. I've always been able to find a bed when I needed one. Come now, Marge. I'll help you unpack. You must be exhausted."

Marge, shoulders slumped, went along with her sister-in-law. She flinched and tried to draw away when Jayne slipped her hand about her waist. Jayne had always admired Marge. She was a good-looking woman, healthy and robust, although now she looked older than her years, beaten down by the cruel fists of time and circumstance.

In the bedroom, Jayne faced her and took her cheeks in her hands, saying, "Forget I'm Howard's sister. I'm your friend, and ready to help you. Can we be friends, Marge?"

Marge murmured yes and tried to draw away again. Jayne held her there, kissed her soft lips, hugged her soft but tense body close to hers.

Marge backed off from the sisterly kiss and said she had to go to the bathroom. Jayne got her suitcase and opened it, took out her toilet articles and breezed right into the bathroom with them. Marge, seated on the toilet, quickly tried to cover up. She jerked her skirt down over her knees, but not quickly enough to prevent Jayne from seeing the marks on her thighs.

Jayne smiled and set Marge's toilet articles down. Marge was looking at her very warmly, and she looked even more so when Jayne knelt down before her, placing her hands on Marge's knees.

"Like they asked Mrs. Lincoln," said Jayne, "other than losing your husband, did you have a good time?"

"It was all right. But Oregon's too cold and wet for me."

"It is for me, too. I like it best when it's warm and humid. I like wet heat. While Howard was out diddling around with Dottie, did you find any interesting males to get you in a nice wet heat?"

Marge shook her head, averting her eyes and drawing her knees closer together.

"There aren't many good males out there in Oregon. You've got to take what you can find."

"What're you doing, Jayne?" she said.

"Just getting comfortable. I'm afraid I've got myself pretty hot while I've been helping you with your lovely sex fantasies. I'm afraid I've got to help myself, too. Do you mind?" said Jayne, and drew up the bathroom stool and sat down on it, knee to knee with Marge.

"N-No, I suppose I don't mind," said Marge, gazing at Jayne's close nakedness, not knowing quite what to think or do.

"Oh, yes. My cunt's almost as wet as yours," said Jayne, rubbing and squeezing that part of her body, sighing deeply as she played with her naked tits, smiling very warmly at her sister-in-law.

"You're going to have to help yourself now, Marge. At least for a little while. Ah-h, doesn't this feel nice. Go on, dear. I'm sure you know how to play with yourself, make yourself feel good. We learn that when we're just little girls, don't we? I used to love to do it with my playmates, when our folks were gone from the house and Howard was out playing ball. Masturbation is fun, but it's even more fun with a friend. I did it with all my girl friends. It makes it lots sexier when you have someone to look at while you're doing it to yourself. Do you find it sexy looking at me while I play with myself like this?"

"I… sort of," Marge murmured, clearly unable to look away if she'd wanted to.

"It's sexy for me to look at you now. It'd be lots more sexy if you played with yourself just a little."

Marge's hands twitched at her sides and went up to nervously rest on her thighs. Jayne licked her smiling lips and continued to languorously fingerfuck herself Marge's hands moved up and down her thighs several times before one of them crept down to cup her silky haired cunt.

She gave Jayne a shy smile, and Jayne grinned and winked back at her. Jayne looked down at herself as she pulled one of her stiff pink nipples in the crook of her thumb and forefinger, as she squeezed and massaged her tits, and was more than just pleased to look up and see Marge rather timidly playing with hers.

Jayne's finger still played at her cunt. She sat up very straight now on the stool, put the ball of her finger on her clitoris, and said, "Margie, now do like this."

"Oh!" said Marge, as her finger quickly found her clitoris, and Jayne quickly encouraged her on.

"Yes, darling! Doesn't that feel delicious? Sit up straight, like I am. And get those pretty legs of yours spread out wide, like me, so I can you play with yourself. Yes, you just love it! Margie, it's getting better all the time!"

"Did you… Did you and your girl friends ever… cum like this?" said Marge, fully involved with it then, rapidly rubbing all around through her clitoral region and squeezing and fondling her tits.

"At first we were too young to cum. But we'd just do it and do it for what seemed like hours. And then… oh, Margie, you're getting me so hot I can't stand it! And then later on, when I was ten or twelve, we learned how to cum. Sometimes we'd have contests. To see who could cum the most. Margie, try this now; two fingers deep in your cunt. Oo-o-o-o! Nice? Not as big as a good, hard cock, but not at all bad, and fingers don't ever go soft. Wouldn't it be nice to have a good hard cock between us about now?"

"Jayne," said Marge, her voice almost a whine. "Jayne, I'm gettin' awful hot, too."

"Yes! That's the best part of the game. Know what else we used to do when I was little? We used to play with each other's tits. At first it was just to make 'em grow, you know? Like this. But then it was just because we liked to do it. Yes, you've such nice, big tits. So soft and full. So smooth and warm. I could cum just about any time now. How about you?"

"Jayne, we shouldn't be doing this," said Marge. She looked at the door. She closed her thighs on her hand, and tried to push Jayne's hand away from her tits. "It isn't a nice thing for women like us to do."

Jayne laughed and spread Marge's knees apart with her own. She took her hand from Marge's tits, but only to get Marge's hand in motion between her legs again, and she tittered as she guided Marge's hand to her tits and started feeling Marge's big globes once again.

"Jayne, let me stop," Marge pleaded. "I promised myself on the plane I'd never have any sex again, and look at me now. Jayne, stop it, please!"

"Yes, just look at you now, you beautiful sex-pot, fingerfucking yourself just as hard as you can, playing with my tits while I play with yours, and trying your best not to cum. And you say this isn't nice? Two beautiful women, having a beautiful time together, that's what I call nice. I've a good mind to get down there and suck on your gorgeous hot cunt and show you what's really nice."

"I can't… I can't hold it back any more!" Marge wailed, squeezing Jayne's tit painfully, thrillingly hard, and rubbing her cunt in a frenzied fever of lust. "I can't help it, I just have to cum!"

"Yes, darling! I am, too! Oh-h-h-h, this's beautiful! Just look at me, darling! I'm fucking my finger now! You do it, too!" Jayne exclaimed, upon the edge of the stool now, holding her hand almost stationary as she humped forward with her hips to devour her fingers with her orgasming cunt.

Quite wonderfully, Marge mimicked her sister-in-law in a trice, but as she jammed her hot cunt on her stiffened fingers, still cumming, she exclaimed, "Jayne, this is almost obscene!"