Chapter 7

Brian awoke groaning and holding his head. He had the worst headache of his entire life.

"Jeez, one lousy bottle of whiskey shouldn't have done this to me."

He looked around blearily and saw that he was in his own bed back at the hotel. The last clear memory he had was of the cocktail waitress sucking the hell out of his sister. Then he had inexplicably dozed off. He had no clear idea what had happened between then and now.

"How did I get back here?" he wondered out loud.

Drew answered him, though he hadn't really directed the question to her. "I carried you up here, with the help of a few strong bell boys."

Brian looked over at Drew, who sat yawning and stretching on the edge of her bed. She was completely naked.

"I guess I fell asleep towards the end, huh? How did it go with Beverly?"

"It went very well, thank you," Drew said. "I think I like having sex with women."

"Good. I'd like to watch you do it again."

Drew offered no response to that. She stood up and went to her suitcase. Brian eyed her succulent pussy with awakening lust as she bent over to sort through her clothes. She picked out a matching black mini-skirt and top and put them on. Then she came back to the bed and stepped into her high heels.

"You're not going to wear underwear?" Brian asked.

"No. They might get wet."

Brian laughed. "That's very practical thinking." Then he grabbed Drew around the waist and threw her across his lap.

"Hey!" she protested.

He smothered her protest with his lips. As he kissed her, he snaked two fingers into her vagina, wiggling her clit with his thumb. He enjoyed her this way for all of two seconds before he felt his side being painfully pinched.

"Ow!" he yelped. "That hurt!"

Drew squirmed out of his arms and stood up. "Good. Don't try that again."

Brian stared at her, puzzled. "Why not?"

"Because I'm a lesbian now," she replied. "I don't like men anymore."

Brian stared back at her slack-jawed.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"No," Drew answered, but of course she was. She tried very hard not to laugh at the look he gave her. Drew had thought very hard this morning for a way to get back at her brother for making her have sex with another woman. This is what she had come up with, pretending to have gone totally butch. She didn't know how long she intended to carry her joke, but she intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Brian searched his groggy brain for something to say. "But, Sis, I need to have sex. I can't live without it."

"Well, then, you'll just have to find another woman to pleasure you. But I get first crack at all the pretty ones."

She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Hey, wait! Where are you going?"

"I'm going down to the casino to gamble. You needn't come along."

She went out and closed the door behind her. A feeling of doom descended upon Brian.

"Oh, man," he groaned. "Why does this shit always have to happen to me?"

He fell back on the bed and cradled his aching head in his hands.

Drew wandered over to the Yellow Rose rather than remain at the Waterville. All joking aside, she thought it really would be good to put some space between her and Brian, at least for the time being.

Drew's favorite game was video poker. She was as good at it as Brian was at blackjack. She found a machine at one of the bars and sat down. The bartender, a young man in his twenties, hastened over to his sexy new customer.

"Can I get you a drink, ma'am?"

"Yes," she said, trying a smile on him. He was really handsome. "A Pina Colada please."

Reluctantly, the bartender removed his eyes from Drew's body to go and fix the drink.

Drew began popping quarters into her machine. When the bartender brought her her drink, she sipped from it as she played. He flirted with her for a little while, and she flirted back, but then he was called away by another customer. Drew thought it just as well. Despite the fact that he was young and handsome, for some reason the bartender just didn't appeal to her sexually.

Drew played for about ten minutes without being bothered. Then she heard someone blowing their nose. She looked and saw a young blonde sitting alone about five stools down from her. She was quite sexy, yet her body posture indicated she was upset about something. She wore dark sunglasses to hide her tears. Concerned, Drew went over and sat beside her.

"What's the matter, darling?" she asked.

"I'm not beautiful anymore," the blonde said, sniffling.

Drew found that hard to believe. The young female had long, shapely legs and big, delectable tits-as big as Drew's own. Her angelic face, framed by a mop top of curls, brought out the mother in Drew.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

"Because my boyfriend dumped me. I've never had a boyfriend dump me before. I've always been the one to call off a relationship. Yet he dumped me. I must be getting old and ugly."

The blonde began to sob. Drew put an arm around her shoulder and a hand on her leg. She stroked the young woman's thigh soothingly.

"You're not ugly," she said. "I think you're gorgeous."

The blonde looked up at her with some hope. "You do?"

"Yes. A man would be crazy to break up with you because of your looks. Perhaps he had a different reason."

The blonde laughed a little. "Well, he did say I was unlucky for him."

"Unlucky?"

"Yes. I lost a little bit of his money at the craps tables."

"How little?"

"About a hundred grand, he says."

"A hundred grand!" Drew gasped. Then she realized that she must be the girlfriend of that man at the blackjack table last night.

"Yes, but he's a millionaire. Anyway, I shouldn't complain. He was nice enough when we were together. He gave me some money and a plane ticket home, but I don't leave until tomorrow. I feel so alone here all by myself. Ahhhhhhh, that feels so good."

Drew realized that her hand was unconsciously taking liberties with the blonde's thigh. It liked what it touched. The young woman's skin was as soft as silk. Drew's eyes wandered up and down her pair of stunning legs, naked along their entire length. The blonde was wearing a dress so short her lace panties were just visible.

The warmth of the blonde's body so close to hers magnetized Drew's senses, giving her thoughts of carnal pleasures. She leaned in close to the other woman, brushing her tits against her bare arm, and spoke softly in her ear.

"What's your name, darling?"

"Sally," she breathed. The girl seemed frozen by her voice.

"Sally, do you have a room?"

She nodded. "Yes, Pooky put me up in this hotel."

Drew continued to stroke Sally's thigh. She felt her shiver. Her skin seemed to get warmer and warmer by the moment, until it was almost blistering hot. Drew wondered if she was responding to her touch the same way she had responded to Beverly's touch last night. She decided to test her theory. Her hand moved higher up Sally's thigh, kneading her flesh, coming less than an inch from the other woman's cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Sally moaned.

"Do you like being touched by another woman?"

The other girl nodded. Drew moved her hand up the final inch and poked her pussy with one finger. Sally's body jerked upwards out of pure reflex. Then she settled down to Drew's delicate but insistent massage.

"Have you ever made love to another woman before?" Drew asked.

Sally nodded her head again. "I have a lesbian cousin." Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

"Would you like to make love with me?"

"Yes," the blonde whispered.

"Then lead me to your room."

Drew helped the young blonde stand up, yet she found that her legs were just as shaky as Sally's.