Clark called Susan on Friday and asked her to go out to dinner with him. She thought Ben might show up again, though, so she invited him to her place. She liked cooking dinner for him anyway.
Susan cooked a more delicious dinner than they, could have had in any restaurant. But the thought that Ben might show up at any minute kept them from enjoying it to the fullest. Besides, Clark didn't think Susan would take the chance of having Ben walk in on them in bed, as had happened the week before.
Just as they finished dessert, the phone rang.
"Pat, are you in town?" Susan said into the phone. "Well, come right over."
Clark lost hope of getting fucked that evening. Well, he couldn't complain, he'd fucked Susan every other day that week.
"My sister, Pat, is in town," she told Clark when she hung up. "She's coming right over. Gee, I haven't seen her in over a year."
"Is that the one who's in the fashion business?" Clark asked. "I think you told me about her."
"Yeah, she's a buyer. She travels a lot."
"I guess I won't get a crack at your body tonight, pardon the pun," Clark said.
Susan laughed. "No, I guess you won't. Maybe tomorrow. But you'll get a chance to meet my sister."
They sat on the couch, holding hands and sipping brandy, until the doorbell rang. Susan ran to the door and opened it. Clark was surprised to see a woman who looked almost exactly like Susan step into the room. The doorman was with her, laden with her luggage.
Susan introduced her sister to Clark. They shook hands. Clark could see that Pat was a sharp chick. She was thinner than Susan, less well stacked. But she dressed like a duchess, and sparkled with jewels.
"Can I get you something to eat?" Susan asked her sister.
"No thanks, I ate on the plane. I just flew in from Paris."
"Will you be here long?" Clark asked.
"I have some work to take care of here. Shouldn't take more than a few days. Then it's back to San Francisco."
Although Susan, liked seeing her sister, she wasn't sorry to hear that she was only staying a few days. She didn't like the way Clark asked her that question.
Pat was a few years older than Susan. When they were young girls, Susan idolized her sister. Pat had all the boys in the neighborhood hanging around their house. But Pat had never married.
"Well, I guess you two have a lot to talk about," Clark said after a while. "I think I'll be going home."
He told Pat he would look forward to seeing her before she left, kissed Susan good night, and left.
"What a hunk of man," Pat said when he'd gone.
"I told you about him. He's the one who was with us in South America when Ted was killed."
"Oh, yes," Pat said. "I see you weren't exaggerating."
"I hope he's still interested in me after meeting you," Susan said. "Really, Pat. I'm really interested, so don't get any ideas, okay?"
"Susan, I'm surprised at you. I haven't stolen a man from you since we were kids," Pat said.
"I don't know why I'm so possessive. But I think I'm in love with him," Susan said.
"I'm glad for you, honey," Pat said. "I'm afraid I've got a bad case of jet-lag. I just want to take a bath and go to bed."
"You can sleep in Ben's room. He's away at school. I'll help you with your bags."
"How is Ben? He must be quite a man by now."
"He sure is," Susan said. She didn't feel like talking about his habit of coming home unexpectedly. If he showed up this weekend, he would just have to sleep on the couch, Susan said to herself.
Susan and Pat each grabbed a suitcase and carried them into Ben's room.
"There are a few things I'd like to hang up right away so the wrinkles won't get too stubborn," Pat said opening a bag.
"Let me do that for you," Susan said. "You go take a bath."
"You're sweet," Pat said and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek.
Pat went into the bathroom and Susan gathered up the things Pat wanted hung up. There was plenty of room in Ben's closet. But while she was hanging the dresses and blouses, she was distracted by a crack in the wall, a crack with light pouring from it.
There were enough cracks in the apartment to make this just one among many, but Susan had never seen one with light coming through it before. It must go right through the wall. Then she stopped to think what might be on the other side of that wall. When she heard Pat turn on the water, she realized.
Susan felt her face flush as she thought of what might be seen through that crack. It was too high to see through, but she found a box in the closet she could stand on. That brought her eye to the bright crack.
Peering through, she was shocked to see a perfect view of the bathroom. Pat was bending over the tub. She was naked. Susan knew that Ben was aware of that view. She thought of the things he must have seen through it. Her masturbatory session in the tub last week occurred to her. And, yes, Ben was home then. She remembered he was because she had tried to keep her moans of pleasure down so he wouldn't hear. She hadn't dreamed he might be watching.
As she watched her sister step into the tub, Susan was outraged at her son's behavior. Watching her sister in the tub was like seeing herself, and she saw the detail that Ben had seen. Pat's cunt was plainly visible in the water as she sat back in the tub.
Susan was really going to let the boy have it the next time he came home. What a nerve he had to spy on her, she thought. Was she raising a sex pervert?
But as Susan found it difficult to tear herself away from the crack, she began to forget her anger at Ben. Well, maybe the boy had just discovered the crack as she had, she thought. She couldn't blame him for that.
The longer she looked through the crack, the more she began to enjoy it. There was something about peeping that was very exciting Susan discovered. And looking at her sister's sexy body was fun, too. Susan had bigger tits, but there was nothing wrong with the firm, round tits sticking up through the surface of the water in the tub.
The sight of her sister's body brought back memories. Susan shivered slightly when she thought of the games they used to play as young girls. Suddenly, she realized that she had forced herself to forget certain things that had gone on between them.
Her eye remained on her sister's body, but her mind was racing back over the years. She remembered one evening when she walked into her sister's bedroom. Pat was sitting on the bed, naked, her legs spread. Her hands were at her crotch and there was something white and long in her hands.
Pat tried to hide it, but as she pulled it from her cunt, Susan saw that it was a candle. She had been sticking it up her cunt.
"Why don't you knock?" Pat had demanded.
"What are you doing?" Susan remembered asking, although she knew perfectly well.
"Close the door," Pat said. "I'll show you."
Susan had closed the door. She still remembered how her heart raced.
"I'm fucking myself with a candle," Pat said and brought the wax dildo out from behind her where she had tried to hide it. "Want to try it?"
Susan had jerked off with her finger, but sticking a candle up her cunt was an exciting prospect. Only her big sister would have thought of something like that, she had thought.
"What does it feel like?" she asked, walking over to the bed.
She remembered the lingering odor of her sister's cunt juice. And her own young pussy was drooling as she thought of sticking that candle in her cunt.
"It feels like a prick, at least I suppose it does," Pat said. "Take your clothes off and I'll stick it in you."
Susan did as her sister said. When she was naked, she compared their bodies. Her tits were already bigger than her older sister's. She sat down on the bed facing her sister and spread her legs.
Pat moved closer and brought the candle to her crotch.
"Lean back farther. I can't get at the hole," Pat said.
Susan again did as her sister said. She felt the candle at the fuzzy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her as she felt that shaft enter her. It was still warm from her sister's pussy.
With her face close to the sliding candle, Pat pushed it tip Susan's cunt.
"There. How does that feel?" Pat asked.
"Ooooo, it feels good. Is that how it feels to get fucked?"
"Well, when a boy fucks you, he slides his prick in and out like this," Pat said as she imitated the motion with the candle.
"Wow, that feels great," Susan said. "Oh-h-h-h."
"Haven't you ever done this yourself?" Pat asked as she kept the candle sliding.
"Only with my finger," Susan said. "But the candle feels better."
"Sure it does. It's bigger. But I like to stick my finger in my cunt, too."
Pat kept the candle sliding until Susan was shaking. When she jerked off with her finger, she liked to play with her tits. So now, with her sister taking care of her cum, she lay back and grabbed her hard tits. She noticed Pat looking up from her cunt to watch her play with her jugs.
Susan was surprised, when Pat reached up and took one of her tits in her hand. She slid the candle in and out with the other hand.
"Oh, Pat, I think I'm going to come!" Susan said.
"Good!" Pat said as she tightened her grip on Susan's tit and slid the candle faster.
Susan found that the candle gave her a very strong orgasm. It was better than the type she had when she tickled her clit. The candle felt like a magic wand in her pussy as she clamped down on it with climactic spasms.
The bed creaked as Susan gyrated her hips. Pat kept increasing the speed of the plunging candle.
"A-a-a-a-e-e-e!" she screamed.
When she lay still, she felt her sister pull the wax cock from her.
"Now do me," Pat said, handing the candle to Susan.
Still trembling, she took the candle. It glowed with the juice her cunt had coated it with. She hoped she could do as good a job as her sister had.
Pat got into position. When Pat was sitting as she had been when Susan walked in on her, Susan reclined beside her outstretched legs. Pat put the fingers of both hands on her pussy and spread the lips. Now Susan could see her inner-lips and the entrance to her tunnel.
She was afraid of hurting Pat, but when she found how easily the candle entered her cunt she didn't worry. Watching with kinky pleasure, she saw the long, white shaft disappear. Then, just as her sister had, she pumped that candle back and forth.
A few times, Susan's fingers bumped into her sister's cunt. She thrilled at the touch of Pat's hairy mound and wished she could get rid of the candle and stick her fingers in that dark pit. But she didn't tell Pat that.
Pat began moaning softly. As Susan kept the candle moving, her sister reached down and stuck her finger into the top of her slot. Putting a finger tip on her clit, she massaged it while the candle fucked her. Susan noticed that her sister rubbed her clit in exactly the same way as Susan rubbed her own.
Before long, Pat was wailing loudly and writhing desperately. Susan was having a lot of fun fucking her sister with the candle. When Pat came, Susan was very proud of herself.
Susan never did get a chance to stick her finger up her sister's pussy, but they had many sessions with that candle. Sometimes Susan would stick the candle in her mouth, sucking her sister's love juice from it, when Pat wasn't watching.
Now, as she stood in the closet watching her sister in the tub, she felt that old desire to stick her finger up that cunt. Her lesbian hunger surprised her. She had never had a lesbian affair, but she heard that Pat had. Susan wished she had had a fling with another chick. Now it was probably too late.
But it wasn't too late to take advantage of the scene she was watching. She loosened her slacks and stuck her hand down over her pussy. The hair was soaked. That wasn't surprising, she thought, as she realized how much her memories had excited her.
She rubbed her clit in the old circular motion that she and Pat had in common. Just as Pat scrubbed her cunt with the bar of soap, Susan came.
By the time Susan had finished hanging up Pat's things, Pat came into the room.
"Oh, that bath felt good," she said. "Now all I need is a good night's sleep."
Susan felt uncomfortable with her sister after peeking at her and jerking off. Still, she couldn't leave her. She watched her get ready for bed, making small talk. When Pat was tucked in, Susan went to the bed and sat down.
"Remember how we used to stick a candle up each other's cunts?" Susan asked.
Pat laughed and blushed.
"What ever made you think of that?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," Susan said. "I was just reminiscing I guess."
Neither of them had mentioned those girlish practices in years. Susan suddenly felt foolish.
"Good night," she said, kissing Pat on the cheek.
When she left the bedroom, Susan was shivering. She couldn't ignore her desires. The reason she had asked Pat if she remembered the fun with the candle was that she wanted to do it again. She had to laugh at herself, but she knew it wasn't funny.
Susan turned on the television. She was too confused to read, and if she went to bed she would be overcome with lesbian longing. As she watched an old movie, though, she couldn't keep her hands off herself.
She slowly rubbed herself off to another orgasm. When she finally went to bed, she thought she would fall asleep right away. Her lust had exhausted her. But she lay awake with her tits in her hands.