Marge Denton wept all the way home from the airport. "I still can't believe it," she said. "All those years, and he leaves me for another woman."
"Don't cry," said Jayne. "You might be better off. Howard has his good points, but he certainly has his bad ones as well. I guess I feel a little guilty that he's my brother."
"Please don't. It's all my fault. I just wasn't good enough for him. I'm not good enough for anyone. Jayne, you're some kind of a saint to have picked me up at the airport. I was almost afraid to call you when I got in."
"I'm certainly glad you did," said Jayne, and indeed she was, for she and her niece and nephew had been having a most interesting and frolicsome game of Nude Man's Bluff when the telephone rang. Jayne had brushed out her hair and smeared on some make-up, had thrown a dress on over her naked body and rushed to meet her weeping sister-in-law. The teens had just as hurriedly started to clean up the house. Jayne certainly hoped they'd kept at it, and hadn't tempted each other into bed when she was gone. Jayne didn't feel at all guilty about the fun they'd had together while she was on her New Jersey vacation. She felt sorry for Marge, however, not because of her break-up with Howard, for Howard wasn't all that good a man, and Jayne knew at first-hand how well a woman can do by herself. She felt sorry for Marge because Marge now looked so old, so tired, and so frumpy in the long-sleeved and long-skirted dress she had on, the raincoat, the unattractive shoes. Clearly, Marge had some adjustments to make as a newly single woman.
"You know," said Jayne, "I think I'll stay here for a few weeks more. You'll need some help with the carnations. And since Howard's got himself hooked up with a local woman back home, he'll be around to look after my roses. By the way, what's her name?"
"I don't know. I think her name is Dottie. I know she owns a nightclub there. Oh-h-h, what will the children say? Oh-h-h-h, Jayne, it's so good of you to stay on here."
"Dottie?" said Jayne. "Dottie from the Iron Door? Marge, that's simply hilarious. You're better off than I thought you were, dear. Any man who'd get serious with Dottie has too many holes in his head."
The children took the news surprisingly well, especially when they heard that their aunt planned to stay on and help out for a while.
"Pop was gettin' awful grouchy and lazy," said Jim. "Auntie Jayne can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch."
"I'll miss him," said Barbara Jean, "but we can get along just fine if we all work together. And there's no reason for you to sleep on the couch, brother dear. Auntie Jayne can share my bed with me."
Jayne laughed and said, "I appreciate your concern, but for heaven's sake, don't worry about me. I've always been able to find a bed when I needed one. Come now, Marge. I'll help you unpack. You must be exhausted."
Marge, shoulders slumped, went along with her sister-in-law. She flinched and tried to draw away when Jayne slipped her hand about her waist. Jayne had always admired Marge. She was a good-looking woman, healthy and robust, although now she looked older than her years, beaten down by the cruel fists of time and circumstance.
In the bedroom, Jayne faced her and took her cheeks in her hands, saying, "Forget I'm Howard's sister. I'm your friend, and ready to help you. Can we be friends, Marge?"
Marge murmured yes and tried to draw away again. Jayne held her there, kissed her soft lips, hugged her soft but tense body close to hers.
Marge backed off from the sisterly kiss and said she had to go to the bathroom. Jayne got her suitcase and opened it, took out her toilet articles and breezed right into the bathroom with them. Marge, seated on the toilet, quickly tried to cover up. She jerked her skirt down over her knees, but not quickly enough to prevent Jayne from seeing the marks on her thighs.
Jayne smiled and set Marge's toilet articles down. Marge was looking at her very warmly, and she looked even more so when Jayne knelt down before her, placing her hands on Marge's knees.
"Like they asked Mrs. Lincoln," said Jayne, "other than losing your husband, did you have a good time?"
"It was all right. But Oregon's too cold and wet for me."
"It is for me, too. I like it best when it's warm and humid. I like wet heat. While Howard was out diddling around with Dottie, did you find any interesting males to get you in a nice wet heat?"
Marge shook her head, averting her eyes and drawing her knees closer together.
"There aren't many good males out there in Oregon. You've got to take what you can find."
"What're you doing, Jayne?" she said.
"Just getting comfortable. I'm afraid I've got myself pretty hot while I've been helping you with your lovely sex fantasies. I'm afraid I've got to help myself, too. Do you mind?" said Jayne, and drew up the bathroom stool and sat down on it, knee to knee with Marge.
"N-No, I suppose I don't mind," said Marge, gazing at Jayne's close nakedness, not knowing quite what to think or do.
"Oh, yes. My cunt's almost as wet as yours," said Jayne, rubbing and squeezing that part of her body, sighing deeply as she played with her naked tits, smiling very warmly at her sister-in-law.
"You're going to have to help yourself now, Marge. At least for a little while. Ah-h, doesn't this feel nice. Go on, dear. I'm sure you know how to play with yourself, make yourself feel good. We learn that when we're just little girls, don't we? I used to love to do it with my playmates, when our folks were gone from the house and Howard was out playing ball. Masturbation is fun, but it's even more fun with a friend. I did it with all my girl friends. It makes it lots sexier when you have someone to look at while you're doing it to yourself. Do you find it sexy looking at me while I play with myself like this?"
"I… sort of," Marge murmured, clearly unable to look away if she'd wanted to.
"It's sexy for me to look at you now. It'd be lots more sexy if you played with yourself just a little."
Marge's hands twitched at her sides and went up to nervously rest on her thighs. Jayne licked her smiling lips and continued to languorously fingerfuck herself Marge's hands moved up and down her thighs several times before one of them crept down to cup her silky haired cunt.
She gave Jayne a shy smile, and Jayne grinned and winked back at her. Jayne looked down at herself as she pulled one of her stiff pink nipples in the crook of her thumb and forefinger, as she squeezed and massaged her tits, and was more than just pleased to look up and see Marge rather timidly playing with hers.
Jayne's finger still played at her cunt. She sat up very straight now on the stool, put the ball of her finger on her clitoris, and said, "Margie, now do like this."
"Oh!" said Marge, as her finger quickly found her clitoris, and Jayne quickly encouraged her on.
"Yes, darling! Doesn't that feel delicious? Sit up straight, like I am. And get those pretty legs of yours spread out wide, like me, so I can you play with yourself. Yes, you just love it! Margie, it's getting better all the time!"
"Did you… Did you and your girl friends ever… cum like this?" said Marge, fully involved with it then, rapidly rubbing all around through her clitoral region and squeezing and fondling her tits.
"At first we were too young to cum. But we'd just do it and do it for what seemed like hours. And then… oh, Margie, you're getting me so hot I can't stand it! And then later on, when I was ten or twelve, we learned how to cum. Sometimes we'd have contests. To see who could cum the most. Margie, try this now; two fingers deep in your cunt. Oo-o-o-o! Nice? Not as big as a good, hard cock, but not at all bad, and fingers don't ever go soft. Wouldn't it be nice to have a good hard cock between us about now?"
"Jayne," said Marge, her voice almost a whine. "Jayne, I'm gettin' awful hot, too."
"Yes! That's the best part of the game. Know what else we used to do when I was little? We used to play with each other's tits. At first it was just to make 'em grow, you know? Like this. But then it was just because we liked to do it. Yes, you've such nice, big tits. So soft and full. So smooth and warm. I could cum just about any time now. How about you?"
"Jayne, we shouldn't be doing this," said Marge. She looked at the door. She closed her thighs on her hand, and tried to push Jayne's hand away from her tits. "It isn't a nice thing for women like us to do."
Jayne laughed and spread Marge's knees apart with her own. She took her hand from Marge's tits, but only to get Marge's hand in motion between her legs again, and she tittered as she guided Marge's hand to her tits and started feeling Marge's big globes once again.
"Jayne, let me stop," Marge pleaded. "I promised myself on the plane I'd never have any sex again, and look at me now. Jayne, stop it, please!"
"Yes, just look at you now, you beautiful sex-pot, fingerfucking yourself just as hard as you can, playing with my tits while I play with yours, and trying your best not to cum. And you say this isn't nice? Two beautiful women, having a beautiful time together, that's what I call nice. I've a good mind to get down there and suck on your gorgeous hot cunt and show you what's really nice."
"I can't… I can't hold it back any more!" Marge wailed, squeezing Jayne's tit painfully, thrillingly hard, and rubbing her cunt in a frenzied fever of lust. "I can't help it, I just have to cum!"
"Yes, darling! I am, too! Oh-h-h-h, this's beautiful! Just look at me, darling! I'm fucking my finger now! You do it, too!" Jayne exclaimed, upon the edge of the stool now, holding her hand almost stationary as she humped forward with her hips to devour her fingers with her orgasming cunt.
Quite wonderfully, Marge mimicked her sister-in-law in a trice, but as she jammed her hot cunt on her stiffened fingers, still cumming, she exclaimed, "Jayne, this is almost obscene!"
"Yes, darling, and don't we love it! Try some of this now. Margie, try it on me!"
Quick as a wink, smooth as silk, Jayne and her sister-in-law were fingerfucking each other. At the first touch of Marge's hand at her cunt, Jayne exploded into real orgasm. It shocked Marge at first, seeing her sister-in-law churning her ass on the bathroom stool, jamming her dripping wet cunt against her hand, moaning and gasping and cumming with wild abandon. But that sort of thing is contagious, and almost at once Marge was cumming just as hard.
"That's it!" said Jayne. "Let it go! Oh, this is beautiful! We're beautiful together. Cum for me, Margie. Cum again and again and again! Oh! Yes! Doit to me, sexy lady,just like I'm doing it to you! Play with my cunt! Play with my tits! Make me cum! Force it on me! Make me cum, Margie, make me cum!"
Marge did just that, moaning and gasping with Jayne, almost slipping off her bathroom throne in her unbridled passion. Jayne kept her up there, and Jayne kept her cumming. Through all of her wonderful ecstasies, Jayne remained in command of it all. And now she brought one more lovely orgasm from Marge's hot hands, and brought Marge right up to the brink of a climax herself, then got to her feet and drew Marge up into a close embrace.
"Let's go in the bedroom. Let's do it right," said Jayne.
"We should stop now! Oh, my God! What're we doing?"
"We're doing everything just right," said Jayne. All it took was a very close, very hard embrace and Marge had leaped up to the brink of an orgasm again, and then it was easy enough to lead her in to the big wide bed.
"Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more and we'll stop!" Marge declared, as Jayne laid her down on the bed and expertly sent her soaring close to a peak with one little kiss on her cunt.
"Yes, we'll stop in just a moment, darling. Oh, you look so lovely like that. Stay right where you are, darling. Don't move for a moment or two."
Marge writhed on the bed while she rubbed at her cunt. Jayne quickly got several pairs of panty-hose from her chest of drawers and had Marge's ankles tied to the bedposts before Marge could focus on what was happening.
"Jayne! What're you doing now?"
"Trust me, dear sister-in-law. Just trust me now, and I'll really take you to paradise."
Moments more and Marge's wrists were tied to the other bedposts. She was spread-eagled on the bed, writhing and pulling at her unyielding bonds while her big tits rolled on her chest and her hot, wet cunt went unattended.
"Let me up!" Marge implored. "Let me up, or do something, anything. My God, I'm on fire!"
Jayne stopped gloating over her nearness to victory and got her dildo out of her suitcase. Marge screamed when she saw the big thing, and Jayne laughed and silenced her with the big thing itself, inserting it into Marge's mouth, and telling the wide-eyed woman, "That's right. Get it nice and wet so it'll go into your pretty cunt smoothly."
Marge begged her not to do it. Now, as Jayne began working one end of the dildo through the lips of Marge's very well prepared cunt, Marge was bucking and twisting so that Jayne had to sit on her to hold her still. She straddled Marge's waist, gloating at her careful insertion, being warmed by the big pair of tits that squirmed about at her ass.
"There," said Jayne, with half the dildo in Marge's cunt, moving it slowly and well, in and out, in and out. "Isn't that lovely?"
"Jayne, stop it!" Marge wailed. "This is too much! I can't stand the thought of that thing in me! Take it out! Take it out or I'll scream for the kids to come help me!"
Jayne silenced her sister-in-law by scooting back and placing her very wet, very hot cunt atop Marge's face. Marge's cries were now very well muffled, and her tears were diluted juice from Jayne's cunt. Several times Jayne felt Marge try to bite her, quite ineffectively, producing more pleasure than pain. And as Marge struggled and thrashed in her bonds, Jayne went on sliding her lovely long dildo in and out of Marge's sweet cunt.
Jayne could tell when the change in Marge came. She felt it quite clearly, of course, when Marge's tongue was thrust out to taste more of a cunt that was orgasming much like hers was. It took very little to show Marge the way to still greater pleasures. One warm, smacking kiss on Marge's clitoris, a small shifting of Jayne's widespread crotch, and Jayne's sister-in-law was sucking cunt like a veteran.
With the dildo, sopping wet now, Jayne once again brought Marge up to a climax. Then she got up from her face to sit down at her side and catch her breath.
Marge was a lovely sight to behold. The dildo was still stuck up deep in her cunt, her stiff-nippled tits were still quaking and lolling about on her chest, and her face, looking drugged with lust, was quite wet with Jayne's rich, pungent cunt juice.
"Move it," Marge panted. "Fuck me some more with that wonderful thing. Make me cum, pretty Jayne. I'll kiss your cunt some more, I'll do anything you say, but dammit, Jayne, either let me up or make me cum again!"
"In just a minute, dear, you can cum all you want to," said Jayne, and got up and left the room.