Chapter 6

The following day Eric phoned Fawn at work. "She says she doesn't want to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me again, she said. She doesn't need me."

Fawn had thought something like this might happen. She herself thought anyone who would turn away Eric had to be crazy. She even suspected she was half-crazy for having come up with this scheme to straighten out Danika and make her own life more healthy at the same time. But now that the plan was in motion she really couldn't just say, "Oh well, let's just forget about it, then. Come over tonight, big brother, and fuck me till I die with coming." She couldn't say that because it would put them right back where all the mess had started in the first place.

"Look, Eric," she said, "it's natural for her to act a little snippy about it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's probably hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things, and she doesn't know how to tell you."

"She didn't sound very confused to me," Eric said.

"Believe me, she is, she is." Fawn realized that Danika was taking this new-found lesbian stuff very seriously. But then, she realized, she had known that all along; it had been one of the central reasons behind her scheme to bring them together again, for how could Danika, after a good ripping reunion fuck by Eric, ever again deceive herself that she was only hungry for other cunts, not pricks? Again Fawn's jealousy made her wince slightly at this realization, but again she pushed it down and tried to forget it. "Look, Eric," she said, "let's try it this way. Tonight after work I'll drop by there and kind of soften her up, have a talk with her, get her in a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop by yourself about twenty minutes later, and we'll see what happens."

"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Eric said.

"I know how much she needs you," Fawn repeated. I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your beautiful, incredible cock, she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs it even more than I do.

Fawn realized the truth of her words even more when she got to Danika's house that evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door slightly tipsy, and completely nude. Not only that. When she glanced past Danika into the livingroom, Fawn glimpsed another naked girl--raven-haired, dark-skinned, -- struggling hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the floor.

"Fawn, what a surprise!" Danika giggled.

As usual, it was very hard for Fawn to take her eyes off Danika's beautiful naked body, and for that matter she was mesmerized by the sight of the other girl too. But she quickly regained control, and whispered harshly at her sister-in-law. "Danika! What are you doing here!"

"Just having a little party," Danika smiled. "Come on in, join the party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonies myself."

"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you." Quickly Fawn pushed past her and shut the door behind her. "Who the hell is that?" she asked Danika, nodding at the other girl, who had dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished.

"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, hundreds of women, in all this time."

Eric grinned ambiguously, and shrugged.

"I think... I'd better go now," Fawn said, setting down her empty martini glass and standing up.

"No, don't go," Danika said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone." Suddenly she hopped up from the sofa and fluttered over to Eric, and kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Eric was very surprised, but he kissed her back warmly, and instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir. Danika broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. "See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?" She looked at Fawn, her eyes flickering with clever spite.

Fawn stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now. "No, I'm going," she said, trembling with nerves and hoping it didn't show. But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited, and she didn't want to leave at all; she wanted to stay and see what happened.

She didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Danika had slumped to her knees on the floor between Eric's knees and was clawing at his belt buckle. "Fawn's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily, "and I was telling her what a big one you have, that's why I call you big brother, get it? Here, let me get it out where she can see it..."

Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move, both appalled and excited by Danika's unpredictable wildness. Eric was obviously stunned, too. He grabbed Danika by the shoulders and shook her. "What the hell are you doing!" he shouted.

Danika smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch and she squeezed it. Eric winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred, unzipping his fly, tugging his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his briefs and grasping his bare, bulging cock.

"I... I'm going now," Fawn panted desperately, feeling her pulse hammer. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.

"Oh don't go, don't go," Danika laughed brightly, quickly dipping her head into her husband's groin before he could prevent it, and scooping his long ropey veined penis out with her hands, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of flesh. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, and began to jump and rise. Fascinated, Fawn stared at it from across the room, watching Danika playfully squeeze and pump it, then close her sensual mouth over the head of it and give Eric a sharp passionate suck. Again Eric winced, gasping with pleasure.

"Come over here and see it, Fawn dear," Danika chattered on, stroking Eric's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit that, yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty." She swallowed the flaring purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.