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Authors name: M. West
Story Title : TWO SISTERS
Chapter 4 of 8
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Chapter 4
Sybil saw red with rage. What was Sid trying do to her? Drive her
crazy? The rent was long overdue---one month to the day to be exact---and
Sid hadn't given her a nickel to pay Mr. Hansen, the normally patient
landlord who was quickly seeing red himself! The Scandinavian home-owner
had phoned yesterday and today, intimating that he'd soon be forced into
taking legal action if Sid didn't come up with at least half of the rent
very soon. Where was Sid's mind these days, anyhow?
Sybil slammed her foot hard on the sewing machine's foot pedal, only
to cause the thread to break in the needle. Damn! Couldn't anything go
right? Now she'd have to tear out the zipper that was half sewn in and
start all over again. More lost time and more lost money. The dis-
traught housewife stared at the mountain of hemming, mending, and
buttonless dresses stacked on the chair next to her ... and cried.
This was the last straw! How long could she go on nickel and dimeing
it trying to keep the larder filled and the landlord off their backs
with no help from Sid?
Her errant husband wasn't spending his money on clothes, and he
didn't drink, or gamble, so what was happening to his income? Was he
just so involved in his work that he'd forgotten to cash his checks...?
Questions, questions, questions were wearing on Sybil's soul.
She was ripping out the zipper from the back of Mrs. Catkin's dress
when she heard the tingle, tingle of the doorbell. Hastily dabbing away
the tears that had brimmed her eyelids and trickled down her cheeks
unnoticed, she opened the door with a leaden heart and greeted the man
of doom, Mt. Hansen, with a forced smile. "Oh, Mr. Hansen, come on in ...
========
His somber, black eyes lighted up in his rather long face, dominated
by a large, patrician-shaped nose, below which a long, upper lip curled in
a smile. His hair was once blonde but now was a soft platinum gray.
"Hello, Mrs. Sybil," he started in his sing-songy Norwegian twang.
"I've come to collect the rent." His normally somber eyes showed no mercy
now, and not waiting for an invitation, he went through her front door and
beaded for a comfortable chair in the living room, surveying the house
with shifty eyes as only a landlord can do. Sybil followed after him with
trembling knees, knowing there was no escape from telling him the truth...
that she could pay only fifty dollars of the rent.
Hansen eased his tall, thin, slightly stopped frame into the
overstuffed chair next to the television set and asked, "Do you have it?"
"Oh ... well ... not all of it." She hesitated for a moment before
going, "but I'll have the rest soon."
His good-natured smile was misleading, but his eyes spoke the truth.
"Dis is the third time in as many months that you've been late. I have my
mortgages to make on dis place, and you know how interest rates are
climbing." With a gloating smile of anticipation, Hansen watched her as
she crossed the room and opened the desk drawer. Her smooth rounded
buttocks under her dress moved with a sexily unconscious undulation, and
his hands itched to get hold of them to caress and massage them.
Hesitantly, Sybil took out the check book. "I can pay part now and
after I've spoken to my husband, I'm sure I'll be able to get the rest."
As soon as I see my damned husband to talk to him, she thought to
herself, realizing it had been weeks since they'd spent so much as an hour
together. As it was, he'd been out at the Dunlap house from nine in the
morning until late at night, leaving no time for settling accounts with
the bank.
"De banks takes de money from me to pay for de house and I take de
money from you to pay de bank." Hansen chuckled sarcastically, then his
blue orbs sparkled. "But I can think of a better way to take care of dis
business."
"Oh ...?" Sybil sparkled with hope. Maybe they could prorate the
rent, or pay two months at once? If she doubled her alterations, which
she could easily do, she could make at least seventy-five dollars a week.
It wasn't much, but it would help.
"Yes ... I could have you pay me in another way." He drummed his
fingers on the arm of the chair.
"Oh ..." Do you have some mending ... or ... ?"
"No. I'm talking about going to bed with you!"
Unbelieving, Sybil stared at him for an instant. "You said ... in
bed ..? You mean ... ?"
"Dat's right ...
"No! I couldn't do that!"
Mr. Hansen's Norwegian fair-skin reddened with rage. "Okay, you
won't go to bed with me, I'll have to ask you to leave dis house! Dis
instant!" He pounded his fist on the arm chair."
Sybil spat back at him. "Never on my dead body!"
"Den tomorrow you'll get your eviction papers ... unless you change
your mind."
* * *
Sid steered his blue Chevy-Il into the Phillips gas station two
blocks from the turnoff to the Dunlap mansion, and turned off the engine
when he drew up to the gas pump. Rolling down the window, he yelled to
the station attendant whom he'd gotten to know over the past six weeks
of tutoring at the decadent Dunlap sisters. "Fill 'er up, Ed!" he
barked, then let out a deep sigh of fatigue. Six weeks of making love
to two insatiable girls was taking a toll on his physical well being.
Muscles he didn't even know he had, ached.
Ed offered an apologetic grin and with a gentle shake of his head,
"I'm sorry, Sid, but the boss got the word from the bank. No more
credit."
Sid stiffened. Wasn't listening to his wife nag and bitch about his
irresponsibility with money insult enough? What was this, a conspiracy?
His temper reared its ugly head. "What are you talking about, Ed? I
thought we were friends?" Angrily, he stuffed his wallet back in his
pocket and turned on the ignition. "Fine ... that's just fine!" he spat.
"I'll take my business somewhere else."
Ed shrugged and threw up his hands. "Sorry, pal ... but I ain't the
boss ..."
The Chevy's tires crunched on the shoulder gravel of the driveway
leading to the Dunlap's sumptuous grounds while its driver steamed and
seethed. Just when everything seemed to be going his way ... at last ...
the world seemed to turn against him. Why?
The answer hit him between the eyes like a single bullet, and he
threw back his head, slapping his forehead and wincing. Christ! It's
the first of the month already. Rent ... credit cards. Damn! I've
been working for the Dunlaps for nearly two months and I haven't been
paid yet. Shit, no wonder Sybil's been on my ass about the rent!
Worse: oh, Jesus we haven't even gotten to Lesson Five yet.
True. The threesome had been frolicking like monkeys on a warm
summer's day, forgetting about time, thinking only of pleasure. The only
French the girls knew, was 'would you like to go to bed with me,' 'fuck,'
'screw,' and other expletives that Mr. Dunlap wouldn't be pleased to
hear ... nor would their school teacher in sophisticated Paris.
Sid did some quick soul searching in the moments it took to park his
car in the service area and gather up his brief case and books. He'd
always been this way---dreamy, moody, forgetting about Cub Scout meetings
when he was a child, late with his newspaper route. Only now he was
indulging in the unreality of making love to a pair of girls half his
age! Reality, cold and sharp was edging its way into the idealism of
his windfallen luck.
Mad at the station attendant for his blatant insolence, and mad at
himself for his spaced-out lassitude, he headed for the back door of the
Dunlap's house, determined to set things right. Today there would be no
playing around in the study, no drawing straws for who got which end of
the tutor. No funny stuff---just straight knuckle-cracking studying.
Business had to be taken care of NOW!
Sid's knuckles were white from knocking on the door when it opened to
a half naked June.
"Hi there!" she said with feigned sophistication, offering him a
Bloody Mary with one hand while guiding him into the hallway with the
other. "You're just in time for our going away party. Come on ...
there's lots of people here you'll like."
Sid's forehead furrowed and he spun June around with a force that
sent her drink splashing to the carpet. "What's wrong with you? Don't
you realize how much work we've got left ... Christ, you girls haven't
studied more than fifteen minutes since I've been here. What the hell
is your father going to say? ... And besides that, little girl, I'm
depending on this gig for money---now maybe that doesn't mean anything
to you, but ..."
June's eyes became narrow slits, though she tried to conceal her own
rage at his clumsiness spilling her drink all over the carpet and yelling
loud enough for her friends in the next room to hear. She drew in a deep
breath, making her breasts swell out. "Now are you going to be a
gentleman and come meet my friends, or will I have to tell Daddy that
Sid gets a C ...." Coquettishly, she pooched out her lips and stood on
tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Sid melted, and let her slip her arm through his and lead him into
the room.
The first guest Sid saw was George, a man of about thirty. Sid
could see that he exuded a kind of magnetic sexuality and overpowering
maleness. Stark naked with a drink in his hand, he cheerfully ushered
Sid in. His prick lay semi-erect, dangling down under his belly, and
Sid could tell that he was well hung. Sid was far more interested in
Sharon, a rather petite, dark-haired girl who wasn't older than June.
Her pert breasts jutted out in greeting ...creamy rounded orbs, her
dark pubic triangle a striking contrast to the ivory of her skin. She
was tailing animatedly with May, and June engaged in quiet conversation
with George. The girls were almost naked---only a terry swim robe
covering theirperfect flesh.
"Why don't you have a drink, Sid ... and then perhaps you'd like to
learn something by watching!" May suggested. Hoping that he wouldn't miss
anything, but still shockingly dumbfounded by the blatant decadence of
these two wealthy girls, Sid sat down in a chair in the corner, feeling
ill at ease being the only clothed person in the room.
Sipping his drink he watched intently the two sisters as with mature
sophistication they replenished drinks for their guests---all of whom were
older than they, with the exception of Sharon. Sixteen and thirteen, he
thought, taking another deep sip of his drink. How could a teenager, a
mere thirteen year old be so wanton? He recalled then, after the first
time he'd been tricked into making love to May, her response to that very
question.
She'd lost her virginity, she'd told him, to a man thirty-eight years
old. Under some crazy circumstances in Madrid, she'd been left alone in a
hotel room and the desk clerk, knowing she was alone, had stolen up the
steps to the suite she shared with her parents and taken her by force.
Later though, she admitted it 'wasn't exactly by force ...' some people
get drunk from sniffing the cork, and some girls become debauched from
one night, philosophized Sid watching with bewilderment as George and
Sharon spread a blanket on the floor and were locking together in a tight
embrace.
Sharon's slender, manicured hands were wound around the man's neck
and Sid could see George's tongue slipping into the girl's receptive
mouth. Sid sat up straight in his chair, the sensation that he was
dreaming all this craziness pumped in his brain. Being only ten feet
away, he could see every nuance and expression on their faces. George's
mouth tore away from the passionate fullness of Sharon's lips and began
to trail hot, moist kisses down her swanlike neck, sucking voraciously
at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, red patches in its wake.
Her hands were caught desperately in his hair and from her gaping, half-
open mouth, it was obvious that she was already terribly excited.
Sid watched with total fascination. Not with the fascination of a
voyeur, but of a man enraptured by the decadence of a social clique beyond
his means. Finally, his eyes were torn from the lascivious scene on the
floor by a flurry of movement across the room. For a minute, being several
more feet further away, he couldn't make out the tangle of arms and legs,
but after a moment, he saw to his intense shock that it was June and May.
In amazement, he saw that June, her dark hair flowing like molten lead was
hovering over the equally raven May, who was spread-eagled on the sofa.
He gasped as he saw her slowly lower her mouth and enclose one of her
sister's firm, rounded breasts. From the ecastic gasp that May uttered,
it was obvious that she reveled in the strange feeling of her sister
sucking ecstatically at her breast. June bit at the brown, little berry
of her sister's breast, savoring its sweetness and with her hand, kneaded
the plump resilience of the other breast. Sid could see the nipple spring
to attention, the dark knob leaping up from the crinkled brown aureole.
He could almost feel it himself as he watched June squeeze the ripe flesh
as she kissed first one and then the other aureole. He could almost feel
it himself as he watched June squeeze the ripe flesh as she kissed first
one and then the other hungry globe. Then she raised her head, and Sid
could see her tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth plane of
May's lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight puckered little navel,
licking it lovingly, wringing squeals of joy from its youthful owner,
She continued down, her mouth coining to rest on the dark fur which lay
invitingly between May's spread legs. June teased at it for a moment,
running the silky strands between her fingers. Then her ringers dipped
out of sight and Sid could see renewed tremors spasm through May's body
as her sister's deft fingers probed through the soft sensitive folds.
Sid could just barely see the pink line of pussy through the dark fringes
of her vaginal lips but he could see clearly the desperate upward thrust
of her pelvis as she strove to imbed June's fingers in her hot, wanting
cavern.
Then she withdrew her finger and he saw the faint smear of lubricant
glistening on it and he knew that May was already moist with desire. He
saw the young aroused girl lift her knees and then she shifted slightly so
that the whole naked expanse between her legs was visible to his greedy
glance. He could see the already swollen hair-lined lips crowding pro-
tectively around the tiny reddish tip of her clitoris just above the
tight elastic cuntal ling. Her entire pussy seemed to pulsate in
expectancy and Sid watched the petal-like mouth opening and closing,
like an oriental kissing fish.
June placed a thumb on either side of her sister's moist young furrow
and slowly drew the fleshy folds apart, exposing even more of the delicate
pink flesh. She gazed at it for a moment in obvious rapture, her eyes
bright in anticipation, and slowly ran her tongue over her lips. Her own
ivory-chiseled breasts were firm and full, the nipples hard and her trim
little buttocks were flared and strained from her kneeling position.
Then, with painstaking slowness, she lowered her face and Sid could just
see her tongue slipping out and with one long lap, stroke the full
length of the moistened pink furrow. A gasp escaped May's lips and she
twisted around in an obvious attempt to escape the burning contact, but
June held her firm and her tongue continued to lick teasingly at the
moist cavern. She drove her tongue into all the dark secrets of May's
pulsing vagina, searching, seeking, gulping down its honeydew sweetness,
dancing around the soft, luscious folds, to emerge, dripping wet, for
breath. After the initial contact, May began to relax and Sid could see
her inner thighs close in around her sister's head, trapping it there and
hands reaching down, pushing June's imprisoned face even further down
onto her burning cunt.
It was incredible! It was as if a wood nymph, entranced by her own
exquisite reflection in a stream, had decided to make love to herself and
by some magical power, turned her reflection into flesh and blood and then
proceeded to carry out her bizarre, narcissistic daydream. And somehow,
because the two sisters were so identically beautiful, there seemed to be
nothing strange in their incestuous lovemaking.
But his languid contemplative reverie was interrupted by the squeals
and moans of George and Sharon. George had parted the damp rosy slit of
Sharon's tender pussy with his fingers and holding the outer flanges
firmly apart, was ravaging her defenseless genitals with intensity. His
tongue shot out repeatedly and swiped across the pink split, sucking and
slavering as the pointed tip slashed the bud of her hardening clitoris,
sending it into a throbbing firmness. He teased the slit incessantly, run
ning his thick organ up and down the full length of the widely spread
flesh. He sunk his tongue repeatedly into the clasping hotness of her
pussy, brushing it again and again in the darkness of her depths. His
hands were digging into her buttocks like claws and Sid could see the
muscles of her flailing legs standing out rigidly against the flesh as
he held him in a viselike grip. He could see George lifting her up
naked loins, still clutching at her fleshy buttocks, and slicking his
tongue down the crevice of her now exposed ass cheeks, where he rammed
the tireless muscle into the tightly clenched nether ring of her anus.
George's thick lewd cock dangled before Sharon's face and suddenly
her small mouth opened wide and she was swallowing George's engorged penis
in great gulps, her petite ovalled lips like an elastic band around its
fleshy circumference. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded with each stroke
of his rigid cock as tiny ragged edges of soft pink flesh pulled out from
her lips as the cock withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes were closed and
she seemed to be doing her best to consume the thick pole as it sliced
in and out of her greedy lips. The giant rod was sawing rhythmically
back and forth in time to the in and out plowing of his tongue below. He
withdrew the fleshy protuberance almost all the way out, until just the
bead remained in her mouth and then he rammed it forward, burying its
length in her moist mouth. Her hand cradled his big, loose balls,
tenderly holding them and squeezing them while the other firmly grasped
the driving penis around the thick base, lest it escape.
The tempo of their mutual sucking increased, until Sid thought that
every muscle and cord in their bodies was straining beyond all endurance
and their entire flesh was coated in perspiration. They were both braced
like bows, their spines taut and he knew that they would soon lick each
other to frenzied orgasm. As if on cue, a loud wail rent the air and
then Sharon was jerking, her hips grinding frantically against George's
drenched face, the soft beard of her teenage pubic hair slamming against
his nose.
"Mnnnnggg ..." she moaned in complete ecstatic abandon, her mouth
totally filled by the older man's driving penis. Sid could see that
George's face was bathed in fluid as he strove to keep the flame burning
hotly in her crashing climax. As the twitching in her pelvis increased,
she began to suck even more voraciously at his distended cock, almost
chewing on it in an effort to coax the sperm out of it. Her hand milked
his balls, yanking so strongly on them that Sid thought she'd surely dis-
lodge them. Then he heard a series of masculine grunts and he saw that
George's pelvis was spasming convulsively and then he was battering his
loins against the small girl's face, which was almost turning blue from
its capacious load. His hands appeared from nowhere and knotted into her
hair, drawing her face even further down on his cock. With a number of
tremendous jerks, Sid knew that George was shooting his hot molten load
into her throat, and she was gulping furiously, trying to swallow as much
of the precious sperm as she could. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction,
George spurted his last and fell with a satiated moan as Sharon still
forced her wildly convulsing pussy up into his soaking mouth.
Sid could barely drag his eyes away from the sex-drugged couple, but
was distracted by renewed fervor on the sofa where June was still
slavishly lapping at her sister's cunt. May's legs were like stocks,
pillorying her sister's head and her face was invisible, buried in the
steaming cavern of May's pussy. Her head was flailing from side to
side, her mouth half open, a warm flush spreading over her body. Sid
could just see June's tongue as it buried itself in the honeycombed
layers of her cunt. Her hands reached up and grasped a firm breast
kneading the pliant flesh almost mechanically in time to her laborious
licking. June's own breasts were rock hard, the nipples roseate spears,
and her plump little buttocks jiggled as she plunged with zeal into her
task.
A catlike wail sounded the toll for May's release and she began
bouncing around on the sofa, her hands now released from her sister's hair
and clutching at the leather, her pussy grinding up violently against
June's face.
AAAAAAhhh ... yessss ...!!"
A series of anguished cries rang through the room as she pounded out
her orgasm, and Sid watched mesmerized as June lapped at her sister's
orgiastic fluids. Finally, when May was completely drained, she
relinquished her deathlike grip on her willfully entrapped sister who
emerged, her face bright red, lubricant-dampened but eminently smiling
and obviously delighted.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5...
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