Mel Marshall - Two-way sisters

"Here y'are," the driver said as he pulled to a stop in front of Dave's house. "That'll be eight and a quarter."

Dave sighed, but he was resigned to the usual fare from the airport to the other side of town where he lived. Expense-account stuff, but it still mildly annoyed him. It would have been better to have called Dianne to come pick him up, but she didn't expect him until tomorrow. Besides, he wanted to surprise her in a special way.

Thinking that his wife would probably be in the back yard trying to get it into shape, Dave made his way along the right side of the house. Dianne wasn't there. In fact, the place looked just like it had when he saw it a couple days ago. It was funny, because he knew she had wanted to get it fixed up as soon as possible. Oh well, she had probably gotten sidetracked.

He became aware of the radio music that came from their bedroom. He looked in and saw the flash of her blue bathrobe as she went from the bedroom into the bathroom. So she was taking a shower, that was where she was.

An exciting idea occurred to him. He would surprise her in the shower. They could soap each other up good and then adjourn to the bedroom. It was perfect.

He walked over to the kitchen door and went in, setting his briefcase down and hanging his jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. It would be a lot more fun, he thought, if he took off his clothes and just got into the shower with her, unannounced. Was Dianne ever going to be surprised!

He shed the rest of his clothing quickly, carefully folding his pants and putting them on the chair with the rest of the stuff. He looked over into the bedroom again, but didn't see Dianne. She was still in the shower.

His balls itched and he scratched them. His cock was at about half-mast now, but rising higher with each second. By the time he reached the bathroom door, it stuck out rigidly in front of him.

Just the way Dianne likes it, he thought. Now for the fun.

He quietly stepped into the bathroom and stopped for a moment to consider the situation. He couldn't see the details through the shower curtain, but he saw her body moving as she washed herself under the water. She was humming along with the song that was on the radio. It looked to him as if she were washing her hair.

Continuing to watch the shadowy form move behind the shower curtain, Dave stepped over by the back of the tub. He would get in as soon as she bent down to get shampoo or cream rinse or soap off the tub ledge. He watched attentively for a moment, and then saw his chance.

Dave's hand pushed the curtain aside and he jumped in, carefully so as not to slip on the slick porcelain. He turned and saw the inviting half-moons of her buttocks presented to him, her legs barely concealing wisps of pussy-hair that peeked out. But he had only a second to glance at all this.

Automatically, he thrust his prick between her thighs, rubbing against the soft skin of the hairy cleft of her crotch. His hands reached around in front of her and grasped the pendulous masses that hung down from her chest.

"Gotcha!" he yelled. "I'm the afternoon rapist, and I demand your valuables!" As he said, this his hand went to her cunt. Immediately he realized something was wrong. It didn't feel… right.

"Jesus!" she yelled back. "What in the hell!"

She straightened up and twisted in his arms, his hands sliding over her slippery skin. He almost tumbled backward at the sudden motion. Her long, wet hair flipped against his throat as she turned. He couldn't believe his mistake.

"Bobbi!" He was stunned. "I thought you were Dianne! Oh, no, this is terrible… I don't know how to… I mean, I didn't know it was you. Jesus H. Christ! Uh, where's Dianne?" he finished lamely.

Bobbi was still amazed at finding someone in the shower with her. She recovered from her surprise quickly, faster than her brother-in-law. She almost had to laugh at his reddening, flustered face. He was so embarrassed.

"She… she's over at my place, talking to Mr. Giddings."

"Talking to him? What about?"

"I told him I was leaving. I changed my mind. But I didn't want to talk to him myself, so Dianne did."

The water ran over Bobbi's tawny flesh. She made no attempt to cover herself. Nor did he, suddenly realizing that his throbbing cock was still poised and ready for action.

They stared wordlessly at each other for a few moments, their eyes silently taking in each other's bodies. Then they began laughing as the ridiculousness of the situation struck them both at the same time.

Bobbi coyly turned her back as the laughter shook her. When the fit had passed, she took a deep breath.

"I don't know who was scared more – me when you grabbed me, or you when you realized I wasn't Dianne."

"I know, I know," Dave said. "But you looked pretty funny yourself when you turned around." He wished she would turn around again. He could never get enough of that slim young body.

"I guess I'd better get out now."

"No. We're relatives, after all. And you deserve something for frightening me that way. Scrub my back." She didn't add that she had been expecting her sister soon, and had been freshening herself for the sex she expected and desperately needed.

"When will Dianne be back?" he asked, taking the washcloth she offered him.

"I don't know. She's been gone for hours, and she was supposed to be back pretty soon after she left."

He lathered up her back and began to rub away. His hand slid over her easily with its soapy lubrication. He worked at the little hollows that formed under her shoulder blades, on either side of her spine. Her hair looked even longer when it was wet, and he gathered it together in a bundle with his free hand to keep it out of the way of his sudsy hand. He loved the curve of her ass. He longed to run his hands over her buttocks.

Practically against his will, he was working his way down that way. He massaged one tight ass cheek.

"Feel OK?" he asked.

"Ummm, feels real nice," she replied. "You're doing fine."

His prick was at full extension now. His caution was evaporating as his excitement flamed. He released her hair and placed his left hand on her waist as if to brace her against the counter-pressure of his washing hand. He continued rubbing her ass.

Then the washcloth was between her thighs and running up and down her cuntal area. She wanted to tell him to stop it, but the quickening pleasure in her groin made the protest die in her throat before she could utter it. It felt too good for her to ask him to quit. She wanted to have her pussy touched by his strong hand.

"Am I still doing all right?" he whispered in her ear as the water pelted down on their heads. In spite of his arousal he felt a little reluctant. He didn't know how she would react.

She spread her legs wider as the delectable sensations sharpened. He was so gentle, so careful. The pressure at her crotch was firm but not rough.

His breathing told her that he was excited, too, like her.

He moved his hand from her waist up to cup one full tit. He liked the weight of it in his hand, and he lifted a little to feel the heft of it. Yes, she definitely took after his wife. It was odd that their coloring was so different. Her breast swelled under his touch just like Dianne's did. The nipples were taut and outstretched in arousal, imploring his finger to play with them.

"Oh, yes," she panted. "It feels so good. But now let me wash you."

"Sure, be my guest."

She turned to face him and his manly scent met her nostrils in the steamy mist of the shower. She hung the washcloth on the towel rack. She wanted to use her hands and feel his skin directly.

His hairy chest felt so… different as she lathered it. She was surprised to see his flat little nipples perk up as her hand passed over them.