Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"Why don't you call him on the phone?"

"You don't understand, I don't want to talk to him at all."

"Well, you need to do something. How would it be if I call him for you? Maybe I can let him know that you want to move back in, but you don't want any more shit from him. Sound good?"

"OK, it's worth a try. But don't listen to him if he tries to explain everything away."

Dianne smiled at her as she jumped up to make the call. Bobbi marveled at the round whiteness of her sister's buttocks as she walked away from her. It was so much better to come like this with her sister than by herself. She came big when she masturbated, but it was nothing like this.

She closed her eyes and let the pleasure build up inside of her. Just thinking of Dianne's wonderful body was getting her steamed-up again! She heard her sister's voice rising and falling as she spoke. She could not make out any of the words, noticing only the rhythm of her tones. After a while, she heard the click of the receiver in the cradle.

Dianne walked back into the room, her bouncy, full breasts jiggling with each step.

"What happened?" Bobbi asked.

"He said that he was sorry if he had offended you. I told him I'd like to come over and talk about this thing with him personally. So I'm going to see him tomorrow. He really doesn't want you to move. Actually, he sounded pretty nice. But we shouldn't let him get away with anything. What do you know about him, Bobbi?"

"Guess his mountain trip fell through," Bobbi said bitterly. "Anyway, not much. Ever since he started to come on to me, I've tried to avoid him."

"Hmmm. Too bad. I think I can straighten this thing out for you. Maybe I can make him feel guilty enough so he'll lower your rent," she said jokingly.

"Fat chance." Bobbi aggressively pulled her sister's mouth down to touch hers, shooting her tongue into the warm, luscious chamber. She felt an answering pressure.

It was going to be a good day.

Dianne walked the last few yards toward the house where her sister and Paul Giddings lived. It had been months since she had visited the place, she had been so busy. She noticed the "For Rent" sign in the front yard. Well, he hadn't wasted any time. He had taken Bobbi at her word.

To tell the truth, she was a little apprehensive about her plan. There was the chance it wouldn't work. It wasn't foolproof. But she believed she had it worked out into a story that could be used to bully the landlord. She disliked him a bit even though she barely knew any more about him than what Bobbi had told her. She felt protective toward her little sister, and she wanted to let him know that he couldn't just mess around with her like he had. She wanted to make him pay for his mistake.

It was a moment or so after she rang the doorbell until she heard steps in the hall. The door opened, and she could barely conceal her surprise. She remembered that he was good-looking, but not this good-looking.

"You must be Dianne Richards, right? I remember seeing you when Bobbi moved in."

"I – yes. Right. And you, uh, you're Paul Giddings."

Damn! She had meant to appear self-confident, and here she had stumbled on her first words. But she hadn't expected him to look like he did. She had forgotten just how attractive he was.

She stepped up over the threshold as he held the door for her. She went into the open door to her right. He followed, his hand indicating that she should sit on the couch by the wall.

"Please sit down and make yourself at home. Care for something to drink?"

"Please. Whiskey, if you have it, and water."

He nodded and went over to the counter which divided the kitchen from the living room. His movements were graceful and sure, like an athlete's. His black hair was beautifully wavy in back, and she saw the muscles rippling in his forearms as he mixed their drinks. Altogether he presented a very pleasing, sexy sight to her, and she felt her heartbeat speed up. He didn't look at all his age. Maybe he seemed old to Bobbi, but not to her.

He walked over, holding her drink out to her. She found that her hand was a little unsteady when she took it. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice and just sat down next to her. With one arm resting along the back of the couch, he turned to her.

Dianne decided that she had to push these foolish thoughts out of her mind and get down to business. She was acting like a frightened schoolgirl! She had to take the initiative and put him on the defensive as soon as she could.

"Mr. Giddings, I…"

"You might as well call me Paul."

"All right." She had wanted to keep things as formal as possible, but things were not developing that way. "I came over, and I called yesterday, because Bobbi is very upset about you. I should tell you that she's thinking of taking legal action against you. I've heard my sister's story, and now I'd like to hear yours."

The words sounded pompous as she said them, but she hoped they'd do the trick. Maybe she could trip him up if his version was different from Bobbi's. She could hardly keep her eyes away from the bulge in his pants. He was as well-equipped as he was handsome, she could see that.

Paul was having a little trouble of his own. His glance slid over Dianne's body. She looked so much like her sister! The resemblance was amazing. The same facial features, the same big tits, the same everything, only Dianne was like a lighter version of the same girl. And she looked more mature, more experienced than Bobbi. The thought of the young girl made his crotch tingle, and he felt his cock expand.

"Well, I'll tell you exactly what happened. I don't mind saying that I was a little loaded at the time. I asked her to come in and told her I wanted to speak to her privately. I gave her a receipt for her rent. Then I asked her if she would go to the mountains with me. She said no. Bobbi, as I'm sure you realize, has the sort of body that men would kill for. Women would kill to get one like it, if they could. Well, I'm not any different from anybody else."

He paused and took a sip of his drink. "Bobbi is not a stupid girl. She knew that I wanted. I let her know that I would help her, uh, with the rent if she would go with me. She was a little, uh, shocked. I thought that maybe she needed a little more direct convincing, so I kissed her. I wanted to do more than just kiss her. And by the way, my offer still stands."

One part of Dianne's mind was a turmoil of confusion. She had hoped to use his own words against him. She had expected him to at least hedge and distort his version, but here he was brazenly and openly admitting what he had done, and saying that he would like to finish what he had started! Dianne did not quite know how to deal with his unexpected forwardness.

The rest of her mind was silently directing itself to Bobbi. Sis, she thought, you were a fool! How stupid can you get? This gorgeous guy wants you, and you turn him down!

She could almost feel his eyes burning into her as they raked over her body. She crossed her legs defensively. Paul liked the way her skirt hiked up, exposing her knees and a little bit of her thighs. He longed to run his hands over them. All this talk brought back the memory of yesterday in sharp detail, and it was combining with Dianne's presence to give him a massive cockstand that was almost uncomfortable.

"That's about the same thing Bobbi told me," Dianne said. "I'm afraid she is still upset enough to want to press charges. And it certainly sounds like assault to me. You tried to force her to to have sexual relations with you. We…"

Paul interrupted her with a laugh. "That's ridiculous. I couldn't be convicted of anything for stealing a kiss."

"Stealing a kiss is not the same as attempted rape."

"That wasn't attempted rape. Her boyfriend was waiting for her in the car. I made an offer to Bobbi. Whether she accepts it or not is entirely up to her." He was getting annoyed, and it showed in the tone of his voice.