'That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?' She leaned close and whispered in Fawn's ear, her breath hot and smoky with gin and sex.
'She's really good in bed. Only she bites and scratches.'
'Get her out of here!' Fawn hissed under her breath. In spite of herself, she felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening, and she knew that a part of her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon. The thought of another three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely dark Maria who bit and scratched made her head reel, and her blood gush. But that was only another of the messy impulses she was trying to overcome by her plan.
Danika, however, misinterpreted her. 'Oh, are you jealous, Fawn?' she said, obviously delighted. 'You want me all to yourself?'
'I want to talk to you about something,' Fawn said. 'Please put some clothes on and get that girl out of here.'
'Shhhhh!' Danika bent close to Fawn's ear, hushing her. 'You might hurt Maria's feelings. 'This is only our second time, and believe me I need her. You've got Kelley, you know. And now that you two have gotten so thick that you don't need me any more, I just…'
'Danika, Danika, calm down. Please calm down.' Fawn stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her sister-in-law, who was on the verge of some sort of tipsy hysteria.
Maria stood behind them, glancing nervously at the front door, her escape. Fawn saw that she was truly lovely. Her dark eyes flashed with dazzling Latin fires, and she had a full-lipped sensual mouth that was so incredibly succulent that Fawn felt her cunt flushing again with juice against her will. But she pulled Danika aside, and stepped away herself, clearing the way to the door.
'Maria, this is Fawn,' Danika said, her voice quavering, shy.
'Hello, Maria,' Fawn said. She knew her eyes were saying, I want to fuck you too, I really do, and you can bite and scratch me too, all you want, but right now we can't, sorry, sorry, sorry…
'Hi,' Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.
Now Fawn and Danika were alone. 'Put something on,' Fawn said to her sister-in-law, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely body that had always given her so much pleasure.
But Danika resisted. She cupped her full tawny breasts in her hands, raising them, offering them to Fawn, squeezing the ripe firm globes so that her long dark nipples flared and swelled. 'You mean you don't want me?' she said coyly. 'I can't believe that, Fawn. I can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me, why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her place.
Come in here and let me give you a drink.' She went into the livingroom, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew huskier. 'Sit here and have a drink, and while you're drinking it I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you explode. How does that sound?'
Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her, and it was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in. 'Put something on, Danika. Please.'
Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously. 'Oh, I get it,' she grinned. 'You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each other, right?'
'I don't think you need another drink.'
'I'll put on my peignoir, how's that?'
Fawn had to go along with her. Any way she could get Danika to cover her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half of the martini Danika had poured her in one gulp, something to steady her nerves. Danika went to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been when naked. The filmy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make them more tempting than ever.
But at least she had on a semblance of clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Fawn, stretching out her long sleek legs in full view, and poured herself another martini.
Fawn gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right into it.
'Danika, Eric called me,' she said.
'He called me too,' Danika said. 'Big so what.'
'He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him.'
'That's right.'
'Why not?'
'Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that over the phone, only I thought it might hurt his feelings. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that, since you're his sister and all that, but anyway it's true, what the hell. That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me, the thing that started this whole business. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that, you must feel the same way.'
'No. I don't.'
'You like fucking with me, and with Kelley. You can't deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time together. She's a wild woman, you wouldn't believe it. I've still got scabs on my back where she scratched me the first time. I came so hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, you don't have to lie to me.'
'But I love fucking with… Jeff, too,' Fawn said, almost slipping.
'Oh sure, but it's never as good as-'
'Yes it is,' Fawn interrupted. 'Look, Danika, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Eric, you could still have Maria too, or me, once in a while?' This was Fawn's pet theory about herself, and she wasn't altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it sounded any better.
'That's sick,' Danika giggled.
Fawn couldn't help laughing too. 'Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess.'
Danika put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table.
'Good,' she said. 'If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you slow and good.'
Fawn shook her head and saw Danika frown with puzzlement, but at that moment everything was settled by the ringing of the doorbell.
'Shit!' Danika snapped. 'Who the hell is that?'
'I don't know,' Fawn said. 'But you better put something on over that sexy nighty before you answer it.'
'Shit on them, I don't care,' Danika said, half-stumbling toward the door. She opened it and saw her husband. 'Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway hubby. Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to get the rest of your socks?'
Eric said nothing, but glanced over his wife's shoulder at Fawn, who shrugged. 'Can I come in?'
Danika stepped aside. 'It's part your house too, isn't it?'
Eric came into the livingroom, looking very uncertain and nervous.
Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full breasts swayed wonderfully from side to side, and the gauzy cloth slithered over her high buttocks, and swished up around her golden thighs. Both Fawn and Eric caught themselves staring at her bare flesh.
Fawn turned her eyes away, not willing to reveal herself too much, thinking, now's about the time I ought to go.
But Eric kept staring at his wife, obviously undergoing a reawakening of his desire for her.
'Here.' Danika bubbled, 'let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Fawn, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?'
'Okay.' Fawn poured Eric a martini, trying to ignore the questions his eyes were asking her.
Danika seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half-nakedness at both of them. 'God, Eric,' she said, 'you're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't had another woman,
