"How long will it take him to get hard again?" she asked.
"I'm not Superman, you know," he said.
"Oh, yes you are!"
"Well, even the Man of Steel needs a rest now and then," he chuckled.
Steel, she thought. Gad, that's just what it feels like too! She looked down, disappointed, at his long limp cock. No steel in it right now, though.
"Here, let me suck him," she said. "I can make him stand up again."
He smiled and obligingly rolled over on his back. "You're welcome to try."
Kathi bent her head to his groin and took his cock into her mouth. Oh, get stiff! she chanted to herself as she sucked him expertly. Get stiff, get stiff! I want more! And after only a few minutes her blood began to boil as she felt his cock begin to rise again in her mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Ann was relaxing in the bathtub. Kathi was in the kitchen. It had been two days since her bout of fucking with Joe. She still could hardly believe it after she had got him hard again, he had fucked her two more times. He really was a miracle. She felt a slight sadness at the thought that she might never get to feel that incredible pleasure again.
But there had been a strange distance between Kathi and Ann afterward. Kathi knew her sister had to have a good idea what had happened. After all, she set it up for sure, didn't she? Kathi thought. And tie's probably fucked her that way hundreds of times.
The thought made her envious. And she knew Ann was jealous.
"Kathi, could you bring me a drink?" Ann hollered from the bathroom.
"What do you want?"
"Just put some ice in a glass and pour some Scotch over it!" Ann shouted.
"I can hear you! You don't have to shout!"
She poured one for Ann, then another for herself. She was still so busy thinking about this mixed-up state of affairs that she completely forgot that Ann was naked in the bathtub until she walked into the bathroom with both drinks in her hand.
Ann was lying on her back in the water. Her naked body was all wet and shiny. Her round breasts were so firm they didn't even slacken out. Her large brownish nipples were soft and moist. The beauty of her shapely wet body made Kathi's head reel.
Ann arched one eyebrow. "You're looking at me that way again, Kathi."
"What… what way?" Kathi said, looking quickly away.
She didn't know what to do with Ann's drink. She didn't want to bend over and put it on the bathtub ledge. That would mean getting closer, seeing more, betraying herself further. So she just stood staring at the towel rack, holding both drinks and feeling confused.
"You know what way," Ann said slyly.
Kathi gulped a deep breath and tried to act nonchalant.
"Are you going to drink both of them!" Ann asked.
"Of course not."
Kathi got control of herself. She bent over and set Ann's drink down on the ledge. She tried to look at her sister's hair instead of her naked body. But Ann squirmed in the bath water. Her wet breasts jiggled and her shiny skin gleamed. Kathi felt the blood beating in her throat. She noticed a tricky smile on her sisters face. She backed up quickly and sat on the toilet seat, again trying not to look.
Ann took her drink and sipped it. "I guess it didn't work, did it," she said.
"What didn't work?"
"Who… who's Joe?"
Kathi took a large gulp of her drink. She realized that she'd better drink it down fast and get out of there.
"Joe is the world's most incredible fucking machine," Ann smirked. "Don't tell me the two of you just had tea and polite conversation together."
"I… I think what I do is private and… none of your business," Kathi said.
Ann smiled. "I suppose you're right. But on the other hand, without me you wouldn't have met him at all. Right?"
Again Kathi gulped her drink, refusing to answer. But she wondered if she hadn't made a mistake in pouring herself one too. The whiskey warmed her blood and made her giddy. It brought her forbidden sexual desires to the surface and made it even harder for her to deal with the present situation. The only thing she could hope to do was drink it off as fast as possible and then escape.
"Right," she said meekly.
Ann sat up in the tub and sipped her drink. Her damp body was incredibly sexy. She even propped one foot up on the edge of the tub, opening her thighs and partially exposing the pink-lipped gash of her cunt. Kathi gritted her teeth and tried to keep her eyes from looking at it.
"Didn't the two of you have a good time?" Kathi whispered, looking down at the floor.
Ann giggled. "I guess I might say that. But it doesn't look like it did what I hoped it might do for you."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you?"
"No, I don't."
"Come on, Kathi! I don't see how you could still… be that way. Have you ever felt a cock like his in your life? How many times did you do it with him?"
Kathi gulped down the last of her whiskey. "This… this drink is going to my head," she stammered. "I… I think I'll just go lie down for a minute or two."
She started to get up and leave. But Ann glowered at her as if she were a coward. Ann seemed eager to have her say. Both her voice and her body taunted Kathi. It seemed as if she couldn't make up her mind whether to be insulting or seductive, and so she was being both at the same time.
"No, don't go," Ann murmured softly. "I want you to scrub my back for me."
"I… I don't think I should do that."
"No? Why not? I can't do it myself. And Brian used to do it, but about a year ago he lost interest."
"He did?"
Ann gave her a mocking frown. "After a few times, doing it in the bathtub can get very messy," she said.
Kathi's brain whirred excitedly. But my God, Ann, you're asking me to do it at the same time!
"I saw a long-handled brush hanging in the shower stall," Kathi said, standing. "I'll get it for you."
"That's not the same, and you know it," Ann pouted. She turned and faced the tiled wall, exposing every delectable inch of her water slick back to Kathi. With one hand she swept aside her long brown hair and draped it over the front of her shoulder. "There," she said. "It'll only take a minute. Please?"
Kathi couldn't resist. "Okay. Hand me the soap."
Ann gave her the bar of soap. She smiled sensually at Kathi over her bare shoulder, her eyes hot and murky.
Fighting her nerves now more than ever, Kathi took the soap and knelt on the floor beside the tub. She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she lathered the fine tanned expanse of her sister's back. She kneaded the flesh and long muscles with her fingers, letting herself enjoy the warm slipperiness of the skin under her hands.
"It feels good," Ann murmured softly, hunched over her raised knees. "Kathi, your fingers are magic."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it. You do it better than Brian ever did." Kathi didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything. She poured streams of water down Ann's back to clear away the lather. Ann looked back over her wet shoulder with a plainly suggestive smile.
"Now you can do my front too," she whispered.
Kathi's lower lip trembled. She knew she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding what she felt. On the other hand, Ann's sudden willingness mystified her completely.
"If you want," Kathi whispered almost inaudibly.
"I want," Ann purred. "Don't you want?"
Kathi nodded, embarrassed, looking down. Ann turned slowly around. She's making it so hard for me, Kathi thought. Trapping me like this. She knows how afraid I am, and she's enjoying it. What's come over her? She's so different. It's like she's seducing me, all of a sudden, instead of the other way around.