Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

Bobbi shrugged her pretty shoulders making her long brown hair ripple. "Yeah, I know. But he's fun to be with, easy to talk to, and nice to look at. Is that enough?"

"Sure, that's plenty." Dianne's inner tension put her into a teasing mood. "But what I want to know is when you're going to take him up to that nice apartment of yours. It's about time – really, long overdue. If you don't pretty soon, I will."

Bobbi's face colored a little. "Come on, sis, you know I'm not into that right now. Besides, I don't want that dirty old landlord Mr. Giddings to get any idea. He's always saying nasty things when I come in. I wish I didn't have to go by his door to get to the stairs up to my place. It seems like he'd always at home."

"Well, if isolation from other people is that you wanted, you should have paid more money and moved into a high-rise." Dianne stood up and walked over near the sink. "Anyway, Paul Giddings isn't so old. I'm only thirty, he's in his forties, and he looked pretty good to me."

Dianne had met him a couple times when she was helping Bobbi move out of their parents' house and into her new apartment. New for her, anyway. The place was really pretty old, the rambling top floor of an old house, the red brick kind that had been popular in the 1920's. Old, but well preserved. There was even some original stained glass in a couple odd places. It had its quirks, but it was cheap, the sort of thing Bobbi could afford on a student's income.

Dianne and Dave had chosen a similar house in the same neighborhood, only three blocks away from Bobbi's. Unfortunately, theirs wasn't in such good shape. A dump, really, when they bought it. But a lot of work over the past two months had transformed it into a livable, warm place. Fixing up the old house was fun in a way, but Dianne was glad that the bulk of the job was nearly done.

Bobbi dried her hands on a towel. "Well, he does keep himself in pretty good condition. I think he's some kind of physical culture freak. I saw barbells and that kind of stuff in his living room last month when I paid the rent. By the way, could you give me the money now? The rent's due again today. I hate to get behind on it – it'll just give him an excuse to come up and bother me."

"Oh, sure. It's right here in my purse." They had been paying Bobbi to come over and help fix up their house-paying her pretty well, considering. But she and Dave knew Bobbi needed the money, especially with her first year of college coming up. She fumbled in her purse for a few seconds before finding the money and handing it to Bobbi. "Here you go, sis. Spend it in good health." She gave Bobbi a little hug, delighting in the feel of Bobbi's firm, smooth against her own.

"Thanks, Dianne," Bobbi said, returning the hug. Her response was short, but warm, and it sent shivers through Dianne's still-aroused body.

Dianne wondered if she had ever been with another girl. She tried to imagine Bobbi's silken thighs curling around her own, their breasts flattening against each other, tongues fencing against each other in a lusty battle. She wouldn't mind fooling around a bit; maybe she could teach her younger sister a few things about sex.

But what was she thinking! Bobbi was her sister, and eleven years younger than her, at that!

Still… the thought of taking Bobbi to bed aroused her. But no. At her age, if she wasn't interested in men, it probably meant she just wasn't interested in sex yet. No chance for Dianne to start something. But what if…

Dianne pushed the wicked thoughts from her mind as she moved out of the seemingly innocent embrace.

Hurry up, Dave! If you're not here soon, I'll end up raping my own sister, right here in the kitchen!

"Uh, Bobbi, if you want to, you could unpack those boxes over there in the corner and put the books in the new bookshelves in the living room. I'm going to take a shower now and clean up a little. Go ahead and leave whenever you need to. And don't worry about how the books go up. We can mange them later."

Dianne left the kitchen quickly, leaving Bobbi to her task. All I need, she thought, is a good fuck. I'll get that after Dave gets home. A little supper, a little to drink, and we'll both get real relaxed. Why, what I'm feeling is just my standard horniness, and it's overflowing onto Bobbi.

Dianne entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stripped off her halter and shorts quickly, carefully placing them next to the sink. She paused to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

Not a bad body, not a bad body at all. The jutting breasts were still almost as firm as they were when she was Bobbi's age. She took the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, delighting in the sight when they perked up and grew larger.

She could see her hardened clit peeking out of her pussy lips, and her hand moved to it. She pressed the little button and felt a thrill rush through her body.

Time for that soon, she thought. She showered quickly, lathering completely and letting the sharp, invigorating water of the shower needle into her soft skin. When she got out, her tiredness was gone. She toweled off, putting on a light bathrobe that barely came to the middle of her thighs. She tied the robe together and went out into the bedroom. She heard voices coming from the living room.

Dave must be home! As she came into the living room, she saw Dave and Bobbi standing by the door. He had taken off his coat and tie and laid them on the big couch, and he turned when she entered.

"HI, beautiful!" He eyed her bathrobe, letting his gaze travel down from, her face to where the robe ended. "Well, it's not hard to tell who's been working around here today."

They laughed. He glanced at Bobbi. "Maybe we should double her salary," he said, "and cut yours in half."

"Oh, I did my share today, don't worry," Dianne said as she moved up to him. "I just stopped a little while ago to clean up." Her arms curled around his strong shoulders. "For you. I have ways of making up for my laziness, anyway."

As she drew his mouth to hers, he was surprised to feel the top of her thigh press against his crotch. At the same time, she maneuvered her body so that the robe she wore parted at the front, and her naked cunt lips rubbed against him. Her slick tongue went into the soft, dark cavern of his mouth and moved furiously. He felt his prick tingle in answer to her ministrations. Her unexplained intensity surprised him, and he drew himself gently out of her embrace.

"Hey, what got into you?" he asked.

"Nothing yet, lover," she answered coyly. She had wanted to wait until this evening, but she could see now that her pulsing cunt would not allow that. "I was hoping you'd see to that."

"Take it easy, now you're going to embarrass our guest here."

"I doubt it. Come on in here," Dianne said, motioning toward the bedroom as she pulled his arm. "Bobbi, you can leave now if you like."

"No, that's OK, I want to stay and finish putting up those books. You two go ahead."

Dianne had always thought it odd that Bobbi was so unembarrassed about the lovemaking she and Dave engaged in. Well, that seemed natural enough; certainly Bobbi had been around the house often enough during their sex-play. And she wasn't ignorant. She was probably just used to it by now. And since she had spent many a night sleeping on their fold-out sofa, she must have heard plenty. Dianne tended to be noisy when she fucked.

There was no time to waste. She couldn't wait any longer. Holding his hand, she pulled him into their bedroom and shut the door.

Immediately she was on him, her hungry mouth seeking his and resuming the unfinished exploration which had begun a few minutes before. She was like a hungry animal, sucking his mouth and clawing his back. He felt her hands slide down his back to clasp his ass. She began to revolve her hips in frenzied motion, grinding her tender pussy against the growing bulge in his pants. Her hands clasped him tighter to her, increasing the pressure of her movement.