Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"Let's just let it go for now. But I want to stay here tonight."

"Here?" Dianne was puzzled. "Sure you can. But why aren't you at your own place?"

Her sister sighed. "I had a fight with Mr. Giddings this afternoon. I told him to go to hell and take his apartment with him. I have to move out."

"But you're here now. What happened to your date with Ron?"

"I had a fight with him, too. It seemed like a good idea to stay with him since I didn't want to go back to my place. But it wasn't." Her voice was closer to breaking now. "Look, sis, if you don't mind, I don't want to talk about all this right now. I just want to go to sleep."

"OK, fine, I can see you're not in a talking mood. Neither am I. Well, you know where everything is. Just help yourself. I'm going back to bed…"

"Please don't be mad. I just want to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning, OK?"

"Fine. G'night."

Bobbi was sipping coffee from a mug late the next morning and trying to tell her sister what had happened since she had left the house yesterday. She went into great detail about Paul Giddings. Sometime during her story she had begun to feel aroused. It embarrassed her. Although what had happened yesterday had disgusted and repelled her at the time, she found her cunt was vibrating as she spoke.

"I knew what to do about Mr. Giddings. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I know you think he's nice and attractive, and so do I, but I didn't like the way he came on. Like he was picking me up in a bar or something."

"It was different with Ron. After the movie we went over to his apartment. I let him feel my breasts for a long time. We were sort of watching TV and making out. Then he asked me if I'd take off my dress so he could see me better. I did. It wasn't much different from being in his car with my blouse off. I let him suck my tits and play with me through my panties. Then he said he wanted to go to bed with me and… and fuck me."

Dianne was sitting across from her sister in another chair. She was eager to hear every word her sister was saying. "Did you?"

Bobbi breathed a deep sigh. "No. But I told him I'd touch his cock if he wanted me to. Boy, did he want me to. I hardly had the thing out of his pants and in my hand before he came. He was hard as a rock. See, I'd only done that for him a few times before."

Dianne squirmed in her chair. All this randy talk was getting her terribly excited all over again!

"Bobbi, I even hate to ask, but I'm curious. Does Ron have a big cock?" The thought of his cock sent a shiver through Dianne.

The question made Bobbi acutely aware of her own inexperience. "Well, it was plenty big enough. Biggest I've ever seen, anyway. All the more reason I didn't want it inside me. I figured he'd cool off after he came once like that. But he didn't. He spent some time in the bathroom-cleaning up, I figured. I put my dress back on. When he came back, he was completely naked. He sat down and started pawing me, trying to get my dress back off. He had his hand on my – he had his hand between my legs. He was saying how he was tired of being led on, how he didn't like to be teased. He said he was tired of waiting. He was acting really crazy. And he was hurting me."

"What did you do then?" Dianne asked. It was obviously taking a lot out of her sister to tell all this, but dammit, she was getting more turned on by the minute!

"I hit him. He looked real surprised. I-I got up and just started screaming at him." Her lower lip was trembling. "Dianne, I was horny. I wanted to-to fuck him. I wanted him to touch me. But not like that, not like that. He was too rough. All he cared about was that he got his rocks off. All I could think about was Mr. Giddings pushing me up against that door. Goddamn him!"

She practically shouted the last two words, her face reddening. Then she looked abashed, as if she had confessed something she hadn't intended to.

She really is upset! Dianne thought to herself. What she needs is some comfort and a bit of sympathy. And she looks so tense. Dianne knew what to do.

"Come on." She took Bobbi's unresisting hand and led her to the living room. She took the big cushion off the couch and put it flat out in the middle of the big room.

"You could use a good massage. Here, lie down and relax while I get some oil. And don't argue with me. You know I'm good at it. I'll do your back first."

Bobbi had been about to say something, but instead she smiled and nodded. Dianne was right: a massage would make her feel better.

What a sexy sight, Dianne thought when she returned with the baby oil. Ron would really cream in his pants over something like this! In spite of herself, she felt her excitement rise another notch.

She unhooked the bra in back. Bobbi raised herself a bit so that Dianne could pull the bra down over her slender arms. As she raised herself and Dianne helped her off with the bra, Dianne saw the heavy breasts slip put of the cups, the nipples just grazing the cushion below. At the sight she felt her own nipples grow and harden.

Dianne liked giving massages, especially to her sister. They had done this many times before. Bobbi knew just how to move to allow Dianne to help her off with the rest of her undergarments. Usually she wasn't wearing any but she was still dressed as she had been last night.

Bobbi lifted her hips to allow Dianne to peel the flimsy bottom covering off her. She put the underthings aside and knelt by Bobbi's side as she warmed the slippery oil in her hands. She spread the oil evenly over her sister's back, using a light touch at first, then applying more pressure to the muscle ridges that were bunched under Bobbi's soft skin. She concentrated especially on the neck, shoulders and the muscles along the spine. She felt them loosening up as she pressed and molded them.

Bobbi was beginning to feel the effects of her sister's careful attentions. Her face had smoothed out, and was no longer clenched in worry and anger as it had been before. Yes, Dianne was right. The backrub was doing wonders for the way she felt. She was definitely more relaxed now. The oil made her feel so warm.

She tried to make her mind blank and just feel what Dianne was doing to her, as she had often been told to do. But try as she might, she just couldn't let herself slip away as she knew she should. Her thoughts kept returning to the events of the day before.

She felt her anger rising again when she thought of what Ron had tried to pull last night. If he just hadn't been so aggressive, everything might have been different. Much different. She had enjoyed everything that had led up to her leaving. Even if Ron hadn't actually fucked her, she would have liked for him to make her come. She felt cheated. He didn't seem to know a hell of a lot about the geography of a pussy, but she would have been happy to show him. He had just assumed that to get anywhere with her he had to put on that stupid macho act.

Dianne had finished with her back and was now working on the backs of her thighs. Her strong fingers seemed to go directly to the right places and do their thing. It felt so good! Her sister really knew what she was doing.

She suddenly remembered one of the best, most exciting parts about last night. It was when Ron came. She had taken his cock out of his pants as he had eased them down onto his thighs. He had been so excited he had not even bothered to take them all the way off. But it hadn't really mattered, because she had only run her hand up the turgid length of his cock a couple times before he came. She remembered how the white, creamy stuff had shot out all over. There had been so much of it! And the way he twitched and groaned when it happened! It was tremendous.

The idea made her shiver. She felt her clit hardening and enlarging.

"What's the matter, honey?" Dianne asked, "Are you too cold? If you are, I can turn down the cooler a little bit."