Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"No… no, I'm fine. Real comfortable. I feel so much better." Her voice was dreamy.

"Good. I want you to turn over now so I can do the rest of you."

She felt so loose and good that she found it hard to summon the energy to flop over onto her back. But she did. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of lying unmoving on her back.

"OK, I'm going to do your head now." She moved so that her knees gently clamped her sister's head between them and began to move her fingers in small circles over her temples. Her sister's long brown hair was spread out over the cushion and floor underneath her. Some of it lay on Dianne's thighs and tickled.

Her hair is so shiny and pretty, she thought. Maybe I should let mine grow out again. No, it's too much trouble. And it probably wouldn't look as good as hers.

Her hands traced the delicate bones on her sister's face as she let her gaze travel down the body that was outstretched before her. It seemed a shame that Bobbi didn't use her body to more advantage. Why, she could get just about anything she wanted if she went about it right.

She let her gaze linger on the two mounds which were topped by brown nipples. She ached to take one of them in her mouth and suck it to hardness.

Whoa! she thought. What happened to my clinical detachment? She shifted her body to one side, taking a deep breath as she moved. She began to move her fingers on the hard, flat belly, trying to concentrate an the way the muscles lay under the dusky skin she was kneading. She carefully avoided touching her sister's titties, looking instead at the slow, even rise and fall of her breathing. She moved her hands down the muscle in the middle of the stomach, cautiously skirting the dark pubic hair.

Then she noticed something that made her cunt pulse and juice. Bobbi's clit was peeking out from between her lightly haired cunt lips! It throbbed and grew tantalizingly before Dianne's very eyes.

She swallowed once and tried to adjust herself to this new development. Bobbi must be as turned-on as she was! She was getting a hard-on because of her massage! Her hands began to tremble.

Bobbi had been thinking about the same things as before. She didn't quite understand it, but even thinking about Mr. Giddings yesterday made her horny as hell. She didn't know why, because she hadn't liked it at all at the time. But it hadn't really been as bad as all that. She just hadn't liked the tapped feeling.

It was the same with him as with Ron, she decided. He must have some overwhelming need to prove that he was the boss. But what would he be like if he just went slow with her and did what she wanted? That would be something else altogether.

A nerve-tingling thrill shot through her, making her jump. Her sister had touched her clit! She opened her eyes.

Dianne was sitting beside her and looked embarrassed. She was shaking.

"Bobbi, I'm sorry I did that. I didn't mean to. I-I sort of lost my balance."

Bobbi considered. She should be mad. But she wasn't. Her old familiar fantasy popped into her head.

But with my sister? My own flesh and blood? I can't. It isn't done. But why not? Really, why not? I've been thinking about it for a long time, wanting another woman. She's closer to me than anybody else is. She's not just my sister – she's also my best friend. And it felt so good. It would be so nice if she would touch me. But what if she doesn't want to? What if she thinks I'm really perverted and she hates me? What then? I don't have anyone else. Ron won't ever talk to me again. What have I got to lose?

It was true, she decided.

"That's OK, Dianne," she said slowly. "But please don't stop. I want you to touch me like that. I've wanted it for a long time." There. Her secret confession was out. Now she would just have to wait and see what her sister would do.

The interest was obvious in Dianne's face. Was she hearing right? She had accidentally brushed against her sister's tender clit, and here she was asking her to do it again! At last, her dream was coming true. It was almost too good to believe.

"Me too. But are you sure?" The idea got her off incredibly, but she wanted to be certain. There was no sense doing something now that they both would regret later. But somehow she knew that neither of them would feel sorry about what they were doing.

Bobbi said nothing. She just nodded in agreement.

Dianne was beside herself with anticipation. She put her hand on the cunt below her and let it rest there a moment. Then she began moving her hand slowly around and around. The residue of oil that was still on her palm transferred to the fine fuzz gradually and made the motion easier.

She could resist no longer. The longest finger of the hand stretched out and hovered over the younger girl's slit. Her legs were still extended almost straight out, barely apart. She brought her finger down over the long gash. It sunk easily into the space between the cleft. Her sister's hungry cunt seemed to open up for her, then close again as the lips swallowed her finger. She let it rest there like that for a second and then began to slide it up and down.

She felt every little change in the sex tissue as she moved. Bobbi's cunt felt smoother and smaller than her own. Well, she was younger and hadn't had as many pricks in her as Dianne had. But her fun button was certainly well developed enough; it was like an iron spike standing up and rubbing against her finger. If anything, her young sister's clit was a little longer than her own. But the size wasn't the important thing. Getting off was.

Dianne wondered if her sister's vagina was much like her own. She couldn't remember what hers had been like when she had been eighteen. Did they change over the years? She had heard that the older a woman gets, the more her cunt loosens up. She didn't know about that. Certainly neither her husband nor any of the other men she had fucked ever voiced any complaints or commented on it.

Her lewd curiosity about her sister's cunt made her thrill. She ran her hand down the insides of her sister's thighs, loving the smooth feel of the incredibly soft skin. There was no skin anywhere on a woman's body that was softer than that, unless it was the hidden skin on the inside of an exposed pussy.

She parted her sister's knees, the legs forming a long diamond shape. She snaked her hand around under one leg to cup an upturned buttock. She moved her hand to the uppermost point of the diamond. Her top hand was teasing the tight button at the top of the labia, while her bottom hand moved off along her sister's ass. She caressed the slight, ridge that ran from the bottom of the cunt to the asshole. Then her two moving fingers met, completing a circle formed by her arms. She opened up her sister's pussy to her excited view.

Her sister was still a virgin! The quivering maidenhead was resisting her thrusting finger.

"My God, you're cherry, aren't you! Don't you know these things aren't in fashion any more for anyone past the age of twelve or so?" She sounded almost indignant.

Bobbi nodded. "I know, sis. But those guys with their big pricks never got that far. They were never as gentle as you are. They didn't do things to me like another woman can – like you do."

She took a deep breath. "I feel like I'm about to explode! I want to come now. Please, sis, make me come!"

Dianne smiled, but said nothing. She resumed the same position as before. This time her finger found the tiny cuntal opening. She forced it past the snug entrance and into the lubricated channel. Her other finger pressed and rubbed the extended clit above. The slippery secretions were now pouring out of the distended cunt, almost like water from a spring. She plunged her digit cock-like in and out of her sister, gradually picking up speed.

Bobbi was hunching her hips up and down slightly, trying to force one finger deeper into her and the other harder against her. The pleasure-giving hands were moving in a frenzy, causing waves of seething excitement to well up in her. But every time it seemed that the waves would crest and break, Bobbi felt them build up and then recede, time after time. She wanted to come so bad, to release the boiling, burning, exquisite pressure in her loins, but she couldn't seem to let herself go. She felt mad at herself.