Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"Here! Why'd you have to do that!"

"Well, you didn't want to go back there, so I thought it would be best." She didn't add that her plans had been upstaged by their unexpected session this afternoon. But it didn't ruin what she wanted to do, it only added some spice to it. Wait until she told Dave!

"You know, he really likes you."

"OK, OK, maybe you're right. Tomorrow evening, then." But her stomach tightened into a hard, nervous knot.

The next day Ron phoned and asked Dianne if he could speak to Bobbi. She was reluctant to speak to him at first, but Dianne insisted that she should. She took the receiver from her sister's hand.

"Hello?" Her throaty voice seeped into Ron's ear, sexy as ever. His naked prick thrilled to the sound.

"Bobbi, this is Ron. I've been trying to call you."

"I-I haven't been home. I've been over here." He struggled again to control his voice. He had to sound sincere, apologetic.

"I miss you. I've been going crazy. I'm really sorry about the other night. Don't know what came over me. You know I'd never…" He let his voice trail off significantly.

"Ron, don't let it bother you. Just so you know howl feel, that's all."

"Well, I want to apologize. I want you to know I'm sorry. That's mainly why I've been trying to call you. You know?"

There was a pause. Then she said, "I think I understand."

"I also wanted to know if you would go out with me tonight. We have a lot of things to talk about. Stuff has been bothering me. How would it be if I come by over there around six o'clock or so?"

"I don't know, Ron. I'm not sure I want to."

"Please, Bobbi, just this once, even if you never want to see me again. It means a lot to me. Please." He tried to put all the sexual need he felt into a romantic-sounding appeal.

Again, a pause. Then: "All right, but I'm busy tonight. Tomorrow evening OK?"

Damn, it meant he would have to delay his plan. But he couldn't very well insist. It would look funny. "OK, if that's better. Six, then, tomorrow?"

"That will be OK. Listen, I've got to go now."

"Fine. Take care of yourself. Bye." There it was, all fixed. She would be in for the surprise of her life. He promised himself that no matter what she said or did tomorrow, he would go through with it. He would fuck her!

Hours later, Bobbi was still preoccupied by the telephone call. Dianne had asked her about it during supper, but she had just avoided her question. Dave had looked interested, too, but he had been satisfied to let the matter drop when she changed the subject. She had such mixed feelings about Ron. Oh, well, they could sort them out together tomorrow.

She sipped from the cocktail she held. She didn't drink much, but Dianne had given it to her to get rid of her nervousness. She felt a little self-conscious holding the drink in her hand like a grown-up, but she didn't mind any more. Dave and Dianne were drinking the same thing. And it did help to calm her down. In fact, she felt pretty good. The taste of alcohol didn't appeal to her, but it could be pretty tasty when it was mixed with some fruit juice like this.

I could get to like this, she thought as she got up and poured herself more from the frosty pitcher.

She was startled by the doorbell. Dianne jumped up to open the door, and then Bobbi heard two voices greet each other. They were talking like they were old friends or something. She was even more surprised to see their arms around each other as they walked in from the small front hall.

Dianne couldn't keep her hands off him. Dave wouldn't mind – she had told him everything, and he was excited at the prospect of another threesome. He said he hoped it would be four people instead of just three. He was still hot for Bobbi. But they decided to wait and let Bobbi make her own decision. They weren't going to make her do anything.

Dave got up and shook hands. Then they all sat down facing each other, Dave moving over next to Bobbi. She had not said a word yet; she just sat there, ill-at-ease.

Paul took a drink from Dave. "Hello, Bobbi. How have you been doing?"

"Not so well. But you know all about that," she said sourly.

"Yes, I'm afraid I do. Look, I want you to understand something right away. You're free to come back. I've taken the sign down. No hard feelings on my part. Your sister and I had a long talk yesterday, and I want you to put your mind at ease. I won't touch you, I won't even talk to you if you don't want me to. And I'm going to do something else I don't even have to. You don't have to worry about getting your rent to me exactly on time. Just whenever you can. Fair enough?"

Bobbi thought. It seemed reasonable. And now that he was here, he didn't resemble the ogre that existed in her mind. In fact, she could even see why Dianne thought he was so attractive. She had been so wrapped up in her dislike of him that she had never really noticed the size of that big bulge in his pants.

The direction her thoughts were taking surprised her. It was true, she had changed. Such an idea would not have occurred to her a few days ago.

"OK, fair enough."

Her words seemed to break a tension that had existed in the room. Paul lighted a cigarette, Dianne chattered away at him bouncily, and Dave leaned over to Bobbi.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it baby?" He put his arm around her shoulders and she felt his warm breath on her ear. He gave her a hug.

"No, I guess not." She smiled down demurely, and got a surprised thrill when Dave's nose nuzzled into her ear. When she looked back up, she was even more surprised, for her sister was leaning over to give Mr. Giddings a kiss. Her breasts were nudging his chest, and her hand was massaging the straining ridge at his crotch!

Bobbi didn't know it, but Paul was almost as startled as she was. He had expected some good sex, but not so fast or so soon! And he didn't think the young girl would be involved. But Dianne had been primed and ready the moment he walked in the door, lubrication already coming to her cunt. She had been thinking about Paul, about Dave, and about Bobbi all afternoon in anticipation. She had been running her sexy memories of them through her mind, imagining excitedly what she would do with the two men tonight – and maybe Bobbi, too! She didn't want to waste any time.

Paul's hand went automatically to her halter and untied it, pulling it away. He kneaded the firm cone of one breast until he heard her moan. Her lips were firmly clamped on his as they ground away. She was really turned on! Now she was sitting in a different position, rubbing her crotch against the top of his thigh as she struggled to undo his pants and get at the throbbing meat inside.

Dave watched her lovely back as she rubbed herself obscenely on Paul's leg. It made him so horny when he watched her make it with somebody else! But this time he didn't have to stop at just watching. There was a beautiful bundle of a girl right next to him!

The interest in her eyes was plain to him as he turned to look at her face. She shivered a little as he lightly brushed his fingers over her neck. But her knees were still clamped together. His hand worked its way over her smooth knee, tickled over the inside of her thigh, and finally disappeared under her dress. He found her snatch and began to massage it. His other hand snaked further around her and he cupped her tit. Her body seemed to radiate heat, and he sensed her breathing speed up. Nobody could tell him that she wasn't turned on! In a little while he'd get her good and worked up, real juicy, the way he liked it. Then he'd make another attempt on her reluctant cunt.

"How are you doing, honey?" he whispered. He was about to ask her to take off her dress, because he wanted to see those marvelous boobs heave and take a nipple between his teeth, but just then a strangled cry came from Dianne.