Chapter 6

"No, no, no! I don't want to have sex with a woman!"

"Aw, come on, Sis, it'll be fun. You were the one who said we should look for other partners."

"This isn't what I had in mind."

Brian was trying to push Drew up a flight of outdoor stairs. She resisted by digging her heels into the steps and holding onto the iron railing. At the top of the stairs was the cocktail waitress' apartment.

"If you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for me," Brian said. "I've always wanted to see my Sister getting fucked by another woman."

But Drew was not persuaded by that argument. "Well, I've always wanted to see my brother getting fucked by another man. Are you willing to do that for me?"

Brian thought about it for a moment. "We'll talk about that after you fuck this woman."

"Oh, no! I'm not falling for that trick-hey!"

Abruptly, Brian picked her up and carried her up the stairs. He set her down on her feet in front of the woman's door and rang the bell. She tried to get away, but he grabbed her around the waist and held on tight.

"Brian, I don't want to do this. I don't feel any attraction to women."

He knew how to overcome her resistance to his wishes, however. He thrust his hand down her panties and into her cunt. He began massaging her clit.

"Aw, come on, Sis," he whispered in her ear, and felt her shudder. "Try it just this once, for me. I want to see you naked in the arms of another woman. I want to see your tits pressed together with hers. I want to see her licking your pussy and getting your juice all over her face. Do it for me, Sis. Who knows, you might like it."

His voice in her ear sent warm chills down her spine. Her hips squirmed in response to his erotic massage. She felt her panties getting wet with arousal. Her breathing deepened and her skin flushed red as her body temperature rose. His hand felt so good in her cunt. She moaned, unable to help herself.

"Are you going to try it?" he asked her after a moment.

"Yes," she whispered. At that moment it was the only word in her vocabulary.

The door opened. The cocktail waitress stood there, only she was no longer dressed in her uniform. She was dressed in a pink, see-through teddy. Drew's heart started to palpitate as she saw her erect nipples-staring back at her through the flimsy fabric.

"Well, hello there," she said to Drew, her eyes roaming up and down her body. "I'm Beverly."

"Hi," Drew said. She was quite nervous.

"My, my, what a pretty thing you are. Very, very pretty. Such nice legs and tits. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so attracted to you. Have you ever made love to another woman before?"

"No."

"A virgin! How nice."

She leaned forward and kissed Drew on the mouth. One finger snaked up her skirt to penetrate her vagina. (Brian's hand had already left it.) Drew's first instinct was to recoil, but Brian kept her still, his arms and hands firm around her waist. Beverly's tongue wormed its way into Drew's mouth, found and entwined with its companion. Drew shivered, unable to stop herself from becoming aroused. A warm, relaxed feeling spread throughout her body. After a while, she decided she did not mind the kiss, or the finger stroking her clit. Abruptly, with a sigh that carried away all her tensions, she melted to the other woman's passion, and leaned her body in towards hers.

Beverly kept kissing and finger-fucking Drew until she sensed a complete breakdown in her inhibitions. Then she broke both contacts and took possession of her waist from Brian.

"I'll take her from here," she said to him.

"Remember, I want to watch."

"Very well," she said, not enthused.

Beverly led Drew into her bedroom, which was decorated with scores of Playboy pinups. Drew walked in a dream-like state, unresisting, her body shaking from head to foot. Beverly gently sat her down on the rim of her bed, which was covered with soft animal furs. Then she turned to Brian, who had brought up the rear.

"You may sit there," she said, pointing at a chair that looked like it had been just recently dragged in from the kitchen. Beside it was a small table with several bottles of hard liquor on it. "You may drink as much of the booze as you like."

Brian nodded and sat down. He immediately poured himself a shot of whisky. As his eyes remained riveted to the two females, he tipped back his head and swallowed, grimacing as the fiery liquid burned his throat.

Beverly turned back to Drew and stared down at her. Her hand came up to caress her cheek.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered. "So, so beautiful."

Drew returned her passionate gaze with both fear and longing in her eyes. Her trembling increased.

Abruptly, Beverly pushed her back on the bed.

She hiked up Drew's blue dress and then jerked her panties down and off.

Brian whistled as her wet pussy was revealed.

"Man, Sis, you are gushing! Don't you dare tell me you're not going to like this."

Beverly gave him an irritated glance before returning her attention back to Drew. Her hand came down on one perfectly-sculpted thigh and began stroking it.

"You have got the most gorgeous thighs I have ever seen on a woman," she said. "They're such a delight to feel as well."

"Thanks," Drew said.

Then she closed her eyes and moaned in response to the other woman's touch. On each of her upward strokes, Beverly's hand came closer and closer to her pussy. She felt an incredible yearning building up down there. The cocktail waitress definitely knew how to turn her on, and this surprised Drew. She would have thought that her body would have been repulsed by another female.

Her hips began to rock back and forth, and more juice leaked out of her pussy.

"My, my, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yes," Drew whispered, breathing heavily.

Without further preamble, Beverly licked two fingers and thrust them into Drew's pussy. Drew gasped and stiffened. Reflexively, her thighs came together and trapped Beverly's hand inside her. But her startled reaction to the intrusion soon passed, replaced by soothing pleasure. She relaxed her body and let the other woman stroke her clit. Beverly's fingers were small and dexterous. They played sweet music on Drew's organ, making her buck and squirm and sweat. Warm, delicious electricity spread throughout her body. She moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Take off your dress," Beverly ordered. "Let me see those luscious tits of yours."

Drew did as she was told. The dress fluttered to the floor beside the bed. She was now completely naked except for her high heels. Beverly's eyes enfolded Drew's spectacular orbs, which were so much larger than her own. Her mouth salivated as much as the pussy she was fucking with her finger.

"Play with them."

Drew's hands came up and cupped her breasts. She mashed the two tightly together, then began to knead the soft, pliant flesh. Her tits seemed to grow larger and firmer as her arousal heightened. She gripped her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand and gave them a little tweak. They quickly became as erect as her clit.

"Lick your nipples," Beverly said. "I know you can reach them."

Drew brought one breast up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and slithered around and around the hard, pink peak, depositing abundant amounts of foamy saliva. Once it was thoroughly washed, she bit down on it with her lips and teeth and sucked it into her. mouth. She tried to pump up the nonexistent milk that was inside her tit, and wondered what it would taste like if it were there.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, baby," Beverly moaned, watching her.

Drew's actions made the cocktail waitress' heart palpitate and her cunt quiver in desire. She longed to feel that warm nipple inside her own mouth. Then she remembered that one was still available. Grabbing Drew's other breast with her free hand, she dived in for a feast. Her wet sucking sounds soon competed with Drew's.

Brian scooted his chair over another inch so that he could get a better view of the unfolding action. His dick was erect and he was shaking in excitement. Man, he wished he had a video camera! He drained another glass, not minding the whisky's taste half as much the second time around.

Beverly decided she wanted to feel Drew's soft skin directly against her own. While not letting go of the delicious nipple inside her mouth, she used her free hand to slip out of her teddy, pushing it down her short, skinny legs and kicking it off. Her nipples, about half the size of Drew's, were hard, red bullets of flesh. She pressed them into Drew's belly as she feasted like an infant.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured.

Beverly enjoyed sucking on women's tits. To her it was the most erotic thing in the world. Un-like cocks, breasts were specifically designed to be sucked on. A nipple molded itself naturally to a mouth, and Drew's were certainly no exception. She had such perfect tits, Beverly thought. Not too big and yet definitely not too small. Perfect tits to go with perfect thighs. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What more could a woman ask for in another woman?

Drew was in a heaven of her own. Beverly's delicate massage of her clit was having its intended effect on her. Her hips squirmed around as if they had a mind of their own. Her breathing grew deeper and more strained as the tingling in her clit increased. The cocktail waitress' fingertip was merciless in its attempts to tickle her. It twirled around and around her clit, causing it to twitch and quiver. Drew released the nipple in her mouth and gasped as a shudder rocked her entire body. She was close to the edge of orgasmic bliss.

Beverly could sense that. Her mouth began to travel southward. Drew anticipated its destination and spread her thighs a little more. Beverly's lips, kissing and licking along the way, crossed Drew's stomach and surmounted her furry mound. She paused there to inhale her sweet, feminine musk. She found it intoxicating. Then she removed her finger from Drew's clit and replaced it with her tongue. She gave it several wet licks and then her lips clamped down upon it tightly. Drew, intensely stimulated, arched her back and slammed her cunt into her face. "Ah!" she cried.

Brian, in his chair across the room, was sweating. This was better than watching a porno tape! His hand reached down into his pants to stroke his hard on. He had already had six shots of whisky and his head was swimming. With his other hand he downed more of the stuff. He ignored the glass completely in favor of drinking straight from the bottle.

Beverly let go of Drew's clit, not wanting her to cum too soon. Instead, her lips widened to encompass Drew's entire cunt. Her tongue dived in to lap up some of the tasty nectar which gushed out, swallowing it as fast as it came. Drew, moaning, rocked her hips back and forth, fucking that provoking tongue inside her. She wanted it to go deeper. Beverly complied as best she could, but the truth was she had a small tongue.

Drew could now no longer stand the lingering torture. Her cunt and body craved immediate relief. Her hand came down to stroke her clit as Beverly's tongue flicked in and out of her. Already on the threshold of orgasm, it didn't take much more stimulation to send her over the edge. Suddenly, the tingling in her clit turned into a sweet, blistering pain. Here was the moment she had longed for. Her body jackknifed and she screamed as her climax struck, swift as a cobra. "Aaaaaaaah!"

Beverly held on tightly as Drew's body began to flop around on the bed. Drew no longer had control over herself. Her mind was elsewhere, unable to offer direction. The orgasm was one of the most intense she had ever experienced. It coursed through her body in wave after throbbing wave of pleasure. She rolled with the exquisite pain of it. If this wasn't nirvana, she thought, nothing was.

If only it could last forever!

Brian watched his two sisters being eaten into this frenzy of ecstasy by what appeared to be two cocktail waitresses. "'Wild, man! Wild!" he said to himself. Then his eyes rolled up into his skull and he fell off his seat.

Somehow, Beverly managed to keep her mouth attached to Drew's cunt as her hips bucked all over the place. Drew was juicing at a furious rate. Beverly captured each hot spurt with her tongue, but there was too much of the stuff to swallow it all. Her mouth was filled to overflowing. Much of Drew's juice escaped out of the sides of her mouth or dribbled down her chin. But she didn't care. The delicious fluid that she did capture was satisfying enough. She loved eating another woman out, particularly one as beautiful and tasty as Drew.

Drew's mind slowly descended from the clouds to take back the reins of her body. Her erratic movements lessened as the storm of sensations passed. Sighing, Drew lay back in utter exhaustion, drenched from head to foot in sweat.

"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"

Beverly gave Drew's still twitching pussy one final lick, then sucked her tongue back into her mouth with a loud smack of the lips.

"Did you like that, sweetie?" she asked.

Drew was shaken to the very core. "Oh, man, that was the most wonderful cum I ever had!" Then she remembered that her brother was watching. "I hope you're satisfied now, Brian. Brian?"

When Brian did not respond, she sat up and looked at him. He was no longer on the chair but on the floor. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. The empty bottle of whisky lay in front of his face.

"Brian?"

"He's sleeping, cutie," Beverly said.

Drew sank back. "That's odd. I could have sworn he wanted to see this thing through until the end."

Beverly smirked. "Well, it's not like he had much of a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"I hope you don't mind, but I put a little something in his drink. A sedative. I really can't abide a man watching me have sex."

Drew was troubled by this only for a moment.

"Serves him right for forcing me to do this with you," she said.

"Yeah, serves him right."

Beverly bent down to offer Drew a kiss. She accepted it eagerly, and soon the two of them were making love again.