Sue Robin sat in the living room of the new cottage, watching her sister-in-law arrange some late-blooming flowers in a vase.
"Bobby Lee's gone to Atlanta on business," said Mary Beth, her huge brown eyes carefully avoiding those of Sue Robin. "He said he might be gone a week."
Sue Robin knew that already. At breakfast that morning her father had rubbed his balding head impatiently and rumbled, "I be dawged if I can figure that boy out. Hell's bells! With a brand-new wife like his'n at home, I'd be right there Johnny on the spot, not traipsin' off to Atlanta. Business can wait a few days. But he acted like he wanted to get away. More coffee, Clarinda!" he bellowed over his shoulder toward the kitchen.
An ancient black woman, as dried-up as Aunt Minerva, came out of the kitchen with an old-fashioned coffee pot in her hand. "Watch your manners, boy!" she snapped at the big man. "I'll take an' wrap this heah coffee pot around your head."
"Yes'm, Aunt Clarinda," he said meekly. "I'm just upset about Bobby Lee."
"Ain't nobody axed me to work out no problem," she grumbled. Her dark eyes seemed to blaze yellow as she flashed a look at Aunt Minerva.
They took like sisters, Sue Robin reflected as she watched the significant looks pass between the two old ladies. One's white and one's black, but that's the only difference. She sometimes had the feeling that both of them were relics from Civil War days, so ancient they seemed, as if still living in another world. She knew that people around Maxwell feared Aunt Clarinda. The blacks called her a "root-worker" and a "conjure-woman"; the whites called her an old witch. But nobody gave her any trouble.
The comments at breakfast had impelled Sue Robin to drop in on Mary Beth and see if she could do something toward working out her twin brother's problem.
"Would you like some coffee, Sue Robin?" The brunette looked at her, and Sue Robin detected signs of strain in her smooth features.
"I'd like that, Mary Beth. Say, that's a sexy pair of shorts you're wearing."
Mary Beth's eyes flashed and a coquettish smile dimpled her cheeks. As she left the room to go for the coffee, her buttocks swayed enticingly.
I don't believe it, Sue Robin told herself. She had known Mary Beth since the beginning of high school days when the gorgeous brunette had first moved to town. When Sue Robin's long rangy body was just developing a woman's curves, Mary Beth was already a lush, fully developed woman, a teenage Venus. And that flirty manner, designed to turn a man on, any man! Hell, thought the blonde, it's a programmed reflex. She does it as automatically as I blink my eyes. Then how can she be frigid? Take it slow, baby, she warned herself. Buz's happiness is at stake. Don't blow it.
"I had to take off my bra," Mary Beth said when she finally came back with a tray bearing two cups of coffee. "It's too tight." Her melon boobs thrust hugely against the knit tennis shirt she was wearing, swaying rhythmically as she walked across the room to her sister-in-law.
"You've really got a pair," Sue Robin said taking one of the coffee cups. With no trace of self-consciousness, she placed her free hand beneath one of her own beautifully contoured tits and hefted it gently.
Mary Beth frowned slightly, but the compliment overcame her inhibitions. "I've always had these big things," she said, half-complaining, but half-proudly.
Sue Robin sipped her coffee and candidly scrutinized the other, taking in more closely the voluptuously curved hips and the full round thighs, lightly tanned against the white of her brief shorts. Was that sensual look on her face a mask? An accident? Surely the girl knew she had it. It even gave Sue Robin a thrill, and girls had never been her thing, not even at slumber parties.
"How's my big brother treating you, Mary Beth?"
The look of strain was evident for a moment, but the brunettes quickly forced a bright smile. Her eyes flashed suggestively as she said, "Couldn't be better."
"He's a healthy one, all right," Sue Robin said. "But I reckon you're a match for him." She laughed intimately as if they were sharing women's secrets.
"Yeah." Mary Beth's laugh was dry. "I just wish men had something else on their minds."
Now that that's in the open, maybe we can get somewhere, Sue Robin thought. Putting her cup down on the coffee table, she turned an innocent expression toward her sister-in-law. "Why, they do, honey. They do. They have jobs; they work hard, and they're involved in politics and all that stuff. And they like sports. But they're human beings. They like sex. It's only natural. We all do."
"Boys and men have always pestered me, just for one thing."
Sue Robin laughed easily. "No wonder. You're lucky enough to have a beautiful sexy body, and a face to match it. Think of all the women that're eating their hearts out, just wishing they had half of what you've got. Enjoy it, honey."
Unconvinced, Mary Beth gave a little shudder of distaste. Suddenly she groaned and gripped her shoulder.
"What's the matter?" Sue Robin got up and went to her.
"It's this cramp in my shoulder. It's just started recently."
No wonder, Sue Robin thought. You're tensed up, baby, fighting your nature.
"Let me massage it," she said, leaning over the seated woman. "I was a nurse's aide, remember?" She ran her fingers lightly along the other's shoulder. "Here. Lie down on the couch on your tummy. I can relax that."
Obediently Mary Beth stretched out on the long couch, face down, and Sue Robin sat on the edge.
"Just relax now," she crooned, and began to massage her sister-in-law's neck, then downward, pressing outward from her spine across her shoulderblades. She felt the tautness in the muscles around Mary Beth's neck. Baby, you're really strung out, she thought. With skilled hands she kept rubbing the woman's back and neck, gradually digging her fingers deeper into the smooth flesh.
"Ah, that feels better already," Mary Beth sighed.
Sue Robin laughed. "It's better when a man does it for you. In training, we had to practice on each other, and some of the interns used to show us how. They really got a charge out of it."
"They would," Mary Beth sniffed, but she didn't sound so convinced now.
"Let me slip this shirt off," Sue Robin said casually. "It's in the way."
Obligingly the brunette raised up enough for the other to strip the knit shirt over her head. Like her legs, her back was tanned from swimming and loafing on the beach, all except a white strip where her bikini strap crossed it.
Sue Robin increased the scope of her massaging hands, from the nape of the neck down to the waistband of the shorts, and farther to the sides until her fingers stroked the curve of Mary Beth's partly flattened boobs.
"I never felt anything so good in my life," she moaned contentedly. "You're a real expert, honey."
Sue Robin smiled, and dug a little deeper into the small of her back.
"Ah! There! There! That's the worst place of all."
"That's right," Sue Robin agreed. "Those low-back nerves get all knotted up. Let's slip these shorts off, Mary Beth, so I can really work on your back."
Half-hypnotized by the comforting massage, the brunette allowed Sue Robin to reach under her tummy and unsnap her shorts. In a moment they were stripped down over her feet and dropped on the carpet.
With the heel of her hand, Sue Robin worked at the very base of Mary Beth's spine, and the woman groaned with pleasure. "Wonderful," she sighed. "Absolutely wonderful."
Sue Robin stared at the burnt-orange bikini panties, so transparent she could see right through them to the long narrow valley where the two exciting rounded cheeks came together. She felt a flush of heat rising with herself as her eyes roved over the luxuriant body virtually naked, stretched out beneath her hands. Though Mary Beth was considerably shorter than she was, her hips were as wide and as richly curved, matching her opulent boobs.
"Might as well get your legs too," she said with studied indifference. Shifting her seat farther along the edge of the couch, she began kneading the back of Mary Beth's thighs. The brunette's groans of pleasure now became a constant purring of delight as the probing fingers and caressing palms roamed up and down her legs from her knees to the very juncture of her thighs.
What a waste, Sue Robin thought. All this gorgeous body and nothing happens in it. She slid her fingers higher inside the thighs, stroking more lightly as the flesh became more satiny, more humid, the closer she worked toward Mary Beth's cunt. Through the transparent panties she could see the bottom of the curly cluster of dark-brown hair.
"Does that feel good, honey?" she asked softly.
"Mmmmmmmmm," the brunette purred, and spread her legs a little farther apart. The movement somehow left her buttocks tilted a bit higher.
A fine bead of perspiration formed on Sue Robin's forehead as she continued to rub the fine flesh, barely pretending to really massage any longer.
"Roll over, Mary Beth, and I'll get those leg muscles on top," she said, her voice coming huskily through her dry throat.
Completely succumbed to the pleasure of the massage, the woman rolled over, and Sue Robin blinked her eyes at the wealth of loveliness exposed as Mary Beth lay on her back, her legs spread as far apart as the couch would allow. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were partly languorously. The light tan of her body emphasized the whiteness of her tits, swelling up like ripe melons and tipped with swollen purplish nipples.
Damn! Sue Robin thought, staring in fascination. Doesn't she know they're hard? She forced herself to begin kneading the taps of the supine woman's thighs.
"Ah, that's so good, Sue Robin," Mary Beth smiled without opening her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Her tongue tip licked slowly across her lips as if she were tasting an ice-cream cone.
"Let's get those neck muscles from this side," Sue Robin muttered huskily. Leaning forward until her face was practically against those quivering tits, she pressed her fingers into the muscles of Mary Beth's neck and out along her shoulders. She noticed that her sister-in-law's breath was shallower now and more rapid, and a faint flush of pinkness seemed to follow her fingers as they manipulated and probed lower along her shoulders and neck.
Sue Robin moved her hands slowly downward across the padded breastbone. "I'll bet you haven't had your check-up for breast lumps lately, have you, honey?"
A murmur came from the other's throat, and Sue Robin interpreted it as assent. Her own breath came more rapidly as she slid her hands across the spongy mounds and began probing them delicately all over. In a few moments her expert probing was over, but she continued to slowly massage with her palms while she let her fingertips lightly caress the nipples, swollen now until they were as large as her thumb tips.
Mary Beth kept her eyes closed, but her slack lips widened in an appreciative smile. Sue Robin was sitting with her hip touching the other's, and she felt the slow squirming of Mary Beth's ass against the couch. Yeah, it was getting to her, all right. So the frigid woman wasn't so frigid after all; she just had some sort of hang-up.
Boldly now, she released the big globes she was squeezing and ran her hands down across the other's waist and belly to reach inside her thigh and begin kneading it. With one hand on the upper and outer part of the thigh, she squeezed and massaged the inner side with her other hand, reaching right up to the crotch as Mary Beth willingly moved her other leg farther away. As she squeezed the warm flesh, Sue Robin let her knuckles brush across the now vulnerable lips of Mary Beth's pussy. The gossamer material of the panties did little to reduce the sensation, and the brunette's purring became punctuated with soft gasps of pleasure.
Sue Robin had to close her own eyes for a moment, to keep control of herself. The sight of the thick curly bush of cunt hair made her want to plunge her hand into it and titillate the other until she drove her up the wall. Then, by God, she'd never be cold to her new husband again. But she restrained herself, only letting her knuckles rub expertly along the nylon-covered pussylips.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a trickle of love-juice trailing down into the crack of Mary Beth's ass. She was sure she could go ahead now and peel off the panties, but some instinct made her wait. Leave her excited, she told herself. That way, she'll want you to come back and do it again. No fulfillment yet.
Gradually she stopped massaging. "Mary Beth," she said as soon as she could trust her voice, "you stay right here, nice and relaxed. I've got to go now, but I'll be back late this evening and give you another massage. I think we can stop those pains. Now just go to sleep, honey. I'll slip out quietly."
A faint whimper of protest came from the slack lips, but Mary Beth obediently kept her eyes closed and lay still.
"I'll drive her up the wall," Sue Robin vowed as she climbed into her MG. "She'll be begging Bobby Lee to screw her."
Mary Beth remained in a dreamy state of languor, still glowing from the stimulating caresses of Sue Robin. She had never caressed her own body like that. Her mother had drilled it into her that such things were sinful. Idly her thoughts went back to her childhood, before she and her widowed mother had moved to Maxwell. Crystal had been with them then, Crystal who was two years older than her, and even prettier. In the little town of Gammon she and Crystal were known as the two prettiest little girls for miles around. Old men bought them candy at the local grocery store, and fondled their hair and bounced them on their knees.
That was how Mary Beth had learned the flirty ways which became such a part of her that she had actually grown up unconscious of them. As a six-year-old she had reminded oldsters of little Shirley Temple, and she knew how to make her dimples appear, and how to dance and roll her eyes to please the old men and make them buy her candy. As she grew older, it made young boys her own age play with her at parties, especially games in which holding each other was part of the action.
But there was always her stern-faced mother, warning of sin and damnation, and the folly of "having anything to do with boys and men". Just exactly what she meant by having to do with them, Mary Beth didn't really know. She scarcely listened to the dirty talk of some of the boys and girls in her school, and sex was something her mother mentioned on rare occasions with a shudder of disgust. As she neared her teens, her mother warned her more and more – but vaguely still – about having males touch her, or even touching her own body. Luckily an intelligent physical education teacher taught the schoolgirls about keeping their entire bodies clean, but Mary Beth tried not to look at herself when she was scrubbing "down there" in the shower or the bathtub.
The last man to bounce her on his knees was the preacher who came to enjoy Sunday dinner occasionally with the Widow Dumont. Mary Beth was about eleven then, and already her nipple were beginning to grow and the little flesh mound that would later become such splendid boobs were pressing against her dress.
"She's a mighty nice little girl, Mrs. Dumont," the preacher said, running his hand down her back and patting her buttocks.
The mother smiled proudly as the preacher pulled the girl to sit on his knees. He looked earnestly into the mother's eyes while his hand moved, as if indifferently, over the girl's body.
"You'll have to keep a close eye on this one, Mrs. Dumont. A close eye! But with God's help, I know you'll do all right."
"Amen!"
About two years later Crystal succumbed to the urges of her passionate body and the delightful pressures of a high school football player, and got herself pregnant. Feeling disgraced, Widow Dumont had packed her oldest daughter out of the state to live with a relative until everything was over, and she took Mary Beth and moved to Maxwell, where nobody had ever heard of them. There she continued to drill into the younger daughter the sinfulness of the human body.
Still, she was traditional enough to want her daughter to marry successfully. That was "the thing to do", although it involved certain distasteful sexual duties. So when her beautiful and popular daughter attracted Bobby Lee Forsythe, the tall, handsome son of the richest man in the county, she didn't discourage Mary Beth from seeing him.
Now Mary Beth dreamily caressed her breast and imagined that it was the skilled hand of Sue Robin. A nice girl, Sue Robin. She was lucky to have her for a sister-in-law. She sure learned a lot as a nurse's aide, all that massage stuff. The tension and nagging pain was completely gone. But her own hand didn't feel as good as Sue Robin's had. She slipped her hand on down between her thighs, to stroke the sensitive flesh, and her fingertips encountered the slippery love-juice. Startled, she wondered what it was, but when she lifted her hand and looked at her glistening fingertips, she saw nothing to cause alarm.
Again she ran her fingers between her thighs, high up against her soft, fleshy pussylips. Ah, she thought, that feels more like Sue Robin's hand. It felt good, very good. It was something she had never done, rub herself "down there". She had heard talk in high school of what boys did to themselves, but she had never heard of girls doing anything like that. And any sensations of pleasure had been firmly repressed whenever she bathed herself.
Many times when she dated boys in high school, they tried to get their hands between her legs, but she'd always stopped that in a hurry. To keep them from being too angry and upset, she'd let a special ones that she really liked squeeze her boobs – outside her clothes, of course – but only for a minute or two. Nobody had ever touched her bare flesh, except Bobby Lee.
I love him, she said to herself. I really love him. Her fingers were gentle as she stroked herself absently. But he scared me. She recalled his frenzied words: "We're getting married tomorrow, honey! Dammit, we'll make love then – why not now? I'm getting a stone-ache, Mary Beth!"
She hadn't understood what he meant by a stone-ache, but she could tell he was under tremendous stress, and she thought, why not? Well be doing that after we're married, so it won't hurt to pleasure him tonight.
The lean-back seat of his Capri was comfortable enough, but it was cramped quarters for his six-foot-one frame, and he was impatient. The instant he sensed her surrender, he reached under her frock and pulled her panties down her uncooperating legs. Dragging out his aching, throbbing cock, he forced himself between her legs.
"You'll like this, honey," he muttered, but he was too sexed up to take time to warm her up, and her virgin pussy was dry as he prodded between the lips with his rampaging pole.
His own juice, drooling through the tiny slit in the end of his cockhead, lubricated the outer lips as he tried to curb his eagerness and push his way gently into her. Meanwhile, she lay perfectly still, her eyes closed tight and her hands clenched by her sides.
"Oh!" she wailed briefly as he broke through the flimsy membrane of her maidenhead, and the involuntary tensing of her cunt squeezed his swollen shaft deliciously. For a moment, he thought she was going to respond, but again she lay as though dead while he pumped away, careful not to drive his entire cock into her tight passage for fear he might injure her.
She didn't even stir while he spasmed his sperm into her in fierce volleys. When he pulled his softening cock out of her, Mary Beth sensed his disappointment, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was what her mother had hinted that she would have to expect from time to time, though the widow had never gone into detail.
Without her realizing it, her hand was now inside her panties and sliding up and down the padded hump of her pubic mound. She hardly knew what a clitoris was, but instinctively her fingers pressed through the soft furry cluster of hair to the spot that generated such lightning flashes of intense pleasure when she touched it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, and her body tensed and twisted sideways on the couch. Then, "Oh!" She sprang up from the couch and stood cowering on the rug, frightened and shocked by the sudden electric jolt that had ripped through her. She looked at her fingers, slick and glistening with the extra juice that had gotten on them.
"What happened?" she murmured, and hurried to the bathroom to wash herself.