Louis Nin - Two Sinful Sisters

I was 33, divorced, selling shoes in a shopping mall and feeling pretty lost and not all that confident. My ex-wife had left me for someone else: a woman; at 28, she realized she was a lesbian and not a breeder, is how she put it. This story isn't about her, however; it's about Donna and her younger sister.

I met Donna on a muggy afternoon. I left the store for a few minutes to get some air, stretch and clear my head. I walked across the street to the shopping strip. It was a lot like every other one you see: grocery store, drug store, fast food joint in the center of the parking lot and a half a dozen various stores mixed in, selling this or that. Over the year or so I had been here I made a habit of walking to the drug store for a pack of cigarettes or a candy bar, for something to do on my break. Like every other day I walked in wandered the aisles for a minute or two, picked up my candy bar and walked up to the counter.

I admit that I seem to have a devious devil in me that loves to tease young girls, particularly when they are in a work situation-a waitress or a clerk who hesitate to tell me to fuck off. I usually get them flustered, saying how pretty they are, like models or movie stars, and asking them to marry me, run away to Vegas or Paris or something grandly outrageous

I approached the counter and noticed that there was a new girl working the checkout. She was 1820, cute, blonde hair, nice build, not too chesty but enough that you would not mistake her for a boy. What stuck out most: she had wide emerald green eyes. And braces.

I couldn't help myself. I placed my candy bar on the counter asked for a pack of whatever brand I was smoking at the time and waited for her to give me a total.

That will be $7.45, she said.

I handed over a ten dollar bill. Here you go Donna. I saw her nametag, pinned above her left breast. I smiled at her like her were old friends.

Do I know you? she asked, flustered by my stare.

I pouted. Oh, Donna, I'm hurt you don't remember me.

She blushed. I'm sorry, you look familiar but I can't place you.

No reason you should. We never met.

How did you know my name then?

It's written on your left breast, Donna.

She looked down and went, Oh, yeah, my name tag! Duh!

I put on the cad act: You have such beautiful green eyes.

She blushed and said, Thank you. I love it when a young girl blushes.

Will you marry me? I asked.

What?

I said, Think about it and let me know, and waked away.

I would have to go back every day until she got used to me. Then it wouldn't be fun anymore. I really had no real intentions toward the girl. She was obviously too young to hang in the bars and clubs with me and I had gotten to the age where I wanted to be able to hold a conversation with my date that went beyond her clothes and makeup.

I went back every day around the same time, some days she would be off and some days she was there and I would tell her how beautiful she was and ask her to marry me again. Each time she would blush and smile and not answer me. Then one day she threw me a curve. Then one day she had an answer for me: My father won't let me marry someone whom I haven't even dated.

Whom!

It was an unexpected answer but always ready with a snappy comeback, I said All right, when can we go out?

She looked me in the eyes and said: I get off at 6:00 and we could go get pizza.

She called my bluff. My pride was at stake and to make it worse there were people in line behind me just listening to all this. I couldn't chicken out now, even if she was below my usual age limit of 21. So I agreed and we met and went for pizza that evening. I was a perfect gentleman. The conversation was nice and the company not as boring as I was afraid of. When the pizza was done I walked her to her car, and got a hug and chaste kiss on the lips. But I also got a second date set for Saturday. Typical movie and a dinner date.

The movie was good and the dinner turned into her life story. 20 years old, grew up in a born again Baptist home. Moved out when she was 18 to live in sin with a guy she knew from high school. He liked to smack her around and a year, she got up the nerve to leave. She had to eat some serious crow and listen to a lot of preaching but finally her parents allowed her back home, which is where she was now. We had a nice time but she had to be home by 11:00 p.m. I took her back to her car. This time as we sat in my car in the parking lot; I leaned over to get my goodnight peck which turned into a bit more. She met my lips with hers and drove her tongue into my mouth. It only took me a few seconds to get my hand under her shirt and cop a feel. I started to circle her nipple through the bra that earned a pleasurable moan from her. And that was as far as she let me get. When I tried to make my way inside her bra she pulled my hand away and set it outside her shirt. I tried again to get under her shirt and now she had her guard up. I was allowed to fondle her through her shirt but no farther.

After about twenty minutes of what the British call snogging, she pulled back, saying she was going to be late. I asked her about getting together again and we set it up. A few weeks went by and a few more dates, two a week. All the usual date things: dinners, movies, walks in the park or by the beach, but I could never get more than a handful of tit through the bra. The dates were fun and the company good so I let it go; plus I was still spending time hunting in the bars and occasionally getting lucky. That's what many guys do: you have the good girl date and you fuck drunken sluts who aren't worth two nickels to get your rocks off.

We both had a Sunday off and I invited her to my apartment for lunch in the afternoon. She agreed but only because it was during the day. God forbid her parents found out she went to a man's apartment at night! The appointed day came and she was suitably impressed with my culinary abilities and that my apartment was clean (I had hired the $60 Mexican maids two days before). The date went well. We sat down to watch some HBO. We sat on the couch, Donna leaning against me with her feet curled under her ass. She smelled good and felt good. Figured I'd go for a kiss, so I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me, closed her eyes. My lips met hers and sparks flew. Before we broke that kiss she had my shirt open and was working on my pants, and then had my pants open and my dick out and her hand around it, gently jacking me. Before I could respond she had her own shirt and bra off and her pants open and halfway down. She had a nice set of tits, not huge but a respectable B cup, nicely round and firm, with nipples sticking straight out so far that I was afraid if I wasn't careful she'd put my eye out with one. I dove on them-my lips wrapped around first one then the other, flicking my tongue back and forth across magnificently pink nipples. I laid my hand on her pubic mound which was still covered by her panties and rubbed back and forth, applying pressure where she would appreciate it. Her box was hot and her panties getting wetter by the second. I moved my hand down inside the elastic band, through the blonde pubes and to her slit; I spent a few seconds on her clit with my index finger and got a shudder and a moan from her. I didn't waste anymore time and I plunged a finger inside that pussy and worked it around, looking for her G-spot. I must have found it as I got another moan and wrapped her lips around my cock. With her bent over my cock I could no longer work her pussy from the front so I slid my hand out and pushed her panties down over her ass and attacked her with two fingers from the rear. It was not long before I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my fingers and her climax ensued. It had bee a long stretch since she'd had sex; she craved attention. While she came, she remained bent over my lap. My dick was still in her mouth. As she finished her orgasm I sat her up, got on my knees in front of her and finished removing her pants and panties, and then went my own; all our clothes were in a mixed pile on the floor. I was on my knees between her legs and I went for what is natural. I bent over and put her legs over my shoulders and place my mouth on her blonde pussy. Gently I licked and sucked, working her slit and clit and occasionally spearing, like Ahab to the white whale, her hole with my tongue. She screamed through two more orgasms and then she grabbed my head in her hands, stared into my eyes, and said: Fuck me, please fuck me now.