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Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Mat Twassel for patient editing.


Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.


Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Preface to part two.

When I wrote "Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me", it was a personal 
experiment writing a story as dialog only. I didn't get much feedback but 
three out of the four letters asked for a sequel to the story. This was 
never my intention but when I read the story again, I realised that the 
story and characters held promises of more and I decided to give it a 
chance. Usually, I finish a story completely before I start posting, but 
since I already have posted the first part I might as well post as I go 
along. If there is a general interest in the story I will write more.

I have decided to write the rest of the story in the usual way as I felt 
that the dialog only would be too confusing, in case the story ended up as a 
very long one.



Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me. Part 2


Susan was punctual and arrived at the hospital at three o'clock to pick up 
Sis. They first went to pick up a few things for Sis in her flat, leaving it 
until later to do the real packing. It was all still new and uncertain.

"You live here?" Sis asked, when they parked in front of a house in the old 
part of town.

"Yes. This is it."

Sis wondered how a secretary with solicitors Crone, Crone and Smith could 
afford a flat in this part of town. Inside, and Sis was even more impressed.

"Wow, this is really a nice place you got here. How on earth did you...? It 
must cost a fortune."

"No, not really. When I needed a place my boss recommended me to the owner. 
He's a client who visits the office regularly and I think he likes me. Don't 
worry, he's harmless," Susan said when she saw the doubtful look on Sis' 
face. "He's not expecting anything in return. He's around sixty and I'm sure 
he is much more interested in men."

Sis looked around in awe. The third floor flat was huge, despite the sloping 
walls.

"This is what I've always wanted. How many rooms do you have? And look at 
the view. It must be fantastic at New Years Eve with the fireworks."

"I think it will, but I've only lived here for a few months. We'll have to 
wait and see."

They sat down with a pot of tea. Sis felt relaxed. Even though the decision 
to move in with Susan had been somewhat hasty, and the reality of it had 
hardly been consciously acknowledged by neither of them, it felt sort of 
homely to Sis and a million times more comfortable than the clinical 
atmosphere in the hospital. Sis felt sleepy; a nice, warm drowsy sleepiness. 
Nights at the hospital were noisy with much disturbance and on top of that, 
her own anxiety. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. After 
a while, Susan giggled to herself.

"Do we really know what we've gotten ourselves into?"

"No. I'm horrible when I'm ill: hysterical and totally unreasonable. You're 
going to wish you'd never met me."

"Not that," Susan replied. "I know we talked about it yesterday, and I know 
what I feel and all, but I'm still... what if I screw it all up because I'm 
so screwed up?"

"You're not going to screw it up. Maybe it's not meant to be us, but you're 
not screwed up. You've had some bad experiences. I'll do everything I can to 
help you get over it. There's nothing wrong with you. I haven't had your bad 
experiences with a man but I've been through some things, too, and I've 
survived. We can help each other."

They sat for a while in silence. Sis felt sleepy again, and Susan noticed 
her head nodding.

"Why don't you take a nap and I'll make us some dinner?"

"That would be nice. I'm awfully tired."

They went into Susan's bedroom. Sis lay down on the bed and Susan put a 
cover over her, tucking her in. She hesitated for a moment before she leaned 
down and kissed Sis. Sis brushed her hair and smiled.

"Don't let me sleep all afternoon. I won't be able to sleep tonight, then, 
and I'm really longing for a good night's sleep. Just an hour or so, okay?"

Susan nodded smiling and left the room quietly. She sat down with a book but 
she was feeling anxious and her head was buzzing with a million thoughts. 
Sis was in the room next door and still she felt scared because Sis was not 
there with her. The disease was threatening her happiness.

Susan didn't want to think about it. The prospects were good and she was 
convinced that Sis was going to get over it. She knew -- somehow she knew 
--it had to be so. It was the only way.

Susan put the book down. If she started preparing dinner now it would be 
ready a little earlier than planned, but she needed to keep herself occupied 
until Sis woke up.

Sis loved seafood and Susan had found an intriguing dish or rather 
inspiration to create one. She loved cooking and she particularly loved to 
make her own recipes. When she was sad, cooking could take her mind off 
almost any problem and right now it was the best way she could think of to 
cure her anxiety.

Susan took the ingredients out of the fridge and arranged them along with 
spices and herbs. Everything had to be within reach before she started. She 
seasoned a filet of sole lightly with pepper and freshly chopped dill, 
before placing a generous amount of shrimps in the middle. Finely chopped 
lemon zest was added and a pinch of hot chilli powder, but only enough to 
give a hint, not dominate. Then she folded the filet over the shrimps and 
sewed the ends of the filet with a dill stalk, each hole carefully made with 
a meat pin. The green seam looked beautiful against the white meat.

She made three more filets, then peeled and sliced the potatoes thinly and 
made a dish with sliced tomatoes, fresh, sliced mozzarella cheese and basil 
leaves. It looked so good and she loved the taste. A glance at the watch 
made her realise that the hour had more than passed. Dinner was almost 
ready. The potatoes only needed to cook six or seven minutes and the sole 
and shrimp parcels to be steamed in white wine. Content, she went to the 
bedroom to wake Sis.

She was still sleeping, lying on her side with her hair down over her face. 
Susan sat down next to her and brushed away her hair. Sis always looked so 
good, makeup always perfect, but she hadn't removed it before she went to 
bed and the mascara had been redistributed while she slept. In a funny way 
it made Susan feel good. She was never sure than men understood that a woman 
could look a bit deranged in the morning if she hadn't cleaned the makeup 
off, but a girl understood. Sis opened her eyes and stretched her body.

"Uhm, this is a much better way to wake up."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderful. It's so quiet. There are always so many sounds in the hospital, 
unexpected sounds, not like the sounds of the city. I honestly don't think a 
hospital is the right place to put sick people."

Susan laughed. "Don't worry. Hopefully you'll only need to go there for 
treatments. You can sleep at home."

"I could get used to this being home," Sis said and moved to give Susan room 
to lie down. "I was angry with Martin when he told me that you had broken 
up, but I didn't know why, really. You know that we have agreed never to 
make a pass at each other's girlfriends. I guess I was so used to think 
about you as his girl that it took me a while figure out that I loved you."

"It must be strange," Susan said, thoughtfully.

"What?"

"To be brother and sister and both like girls and to have someone so close 
to talk about... things."

"I don't know. I guess it's a little unusual."

"Have you always been so close?"

"Martin never told you? No, not always. Not until he saved my life. Up until 
then he was just an annoying, nosy brat of a little brother."

"He saved your life?"

"When all the other girls began to talk about boys, I couldn't really 
understand why they were so excited, but I assumed that I'd get there 
eventually. I had a friend, Janice, and we had been friends for a long time. 
She was a year older than me and had some experience with boys and sex. We 
often talked about it and one day she said that she would teach me how to 
kiss. She often stayed over and that night we ended up fooling around a 
little bit."

Sis was facing Susan, both lying on their side, and Sis was gently caressing 
Susan's arm and side while she was talking. Susan liked it, the same way she 
liked the kisses: no demands for more.

"What we did completely took my breath away. I was sixteen and in love for 
the first time. Naively, I thought that Janice felt the same way," Sis took 
a deep breath. "So, the next day I told her how much I loved her. She 
freaked and wouldn't talk about it at all. She wouldn't talk to me at all. I 
was devastated, but that wasn't the worst part. Janice told a friend in 
school and suddenly everybody was looking at me and whispering behind my 
back. At least it felt that way."

"How cruel," Susan said, and brought up her hand to caress Sis' face.

"I'll save the details of my teenage angst but I couldn't face the cruelty 
of the world and decided to end it. My dad had some sleeping pills that he 
rarely used and one day when I was home early I sat down and wrote a letter. 
My parents would be home around five, it was two o'clock and by the time 
anyone found me it would all be over. I swallowed almost all the pills and 
lay down to die."

"Did you really want to die?"

"I guess I did. I think that ten pills would have been enough and if Martin 
hadn't come home unexpected, I would have."

"Martin found you?"

"For some reason he came home instead of going directly to soccer training. 
I was still awake but very drowsy when he found me and the letter. Martin 
wanted to call an ambulance, but I just couldn't take the embarrassment of 
being taken to the hospital. I mean, I would probably have been admitted to 
a psychiatric ward and I wasn't a basket case. I was just... it was just too 
much, all of it. Martin he understood that. It was funny. I was so surprised 
that he understood. I mean, to me he was just an annoying little brother. 
Anyway, he dragged me out into the bathroom and made me throw up."

"But how did he know that it was enough? How did he know that you'd be all 
right?"

"He called our GP. He was a friend of my father and Martin told him that he 
was writing an essay in school and needed to know how the pills I'd taken 
would work, if someone took an overdose. At the time Martin was very 
interested in medicine and our GP suspected nothing. That's how he knew that 
I was going to be okay. When mum and dad came home he told them I was ill, 
the flu or something, and they bought it."

"But what about the pills? You father must have seen that the pills were 
missing."

"When I woke the next morning I suddenly had the same thought. Martin looked 
in on me before he left for school. He said he'd come home early and talk 
with me. I was so worried and asked him about the pills. He just smiled and 
said that I didn't have to worry about it. He'd tell me after school."

Without really noticing it, Susan had moved closer to Sis. It felt right to 
lie close.

"When he came home from school we had a long talk. He'd already read my 
letter and he was so... mature about it all. We had this really weird guy in 
my class. He was a doing this strong, silent rebel kind of thing. In the 
beginning everyone thought he was a nutcase, but slowly he was accepted, 
even looked up to. This guy, Pierre I think he name was, didn't care one bit 
what other people thought about him and Martin convinced me that if he could 
do that, so could I."

"But what about the pills?"

"Marin had thrown out the few pills I'd left in the glass. Mum had a big 
glass of vitamin pills and they looked pretty much like Dad's pills. Martin 
had simply replaced the sleeping pills with vitamins. Dad never noticed and 
he did take them a few times after Martin had replaced them," Sis giggled. 
"Several month later we had a really good laugh when dad mentioned how great 
the pills were when he couldn't sleep and mum suggested that he took some 
vitamins instead."

"It must be wonderful to always have someone to talk to," Susan sighed.

It was wonderful. Susan felt warm inside just lying next to Sis on the bed. 
She felt anxious and excited at the same time. Perhaps they should postpone 
dinner a little longer. No sooner had she thought about it than the phone 
rang.

Susan reluctantly got up and went into the living room.



Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 3


"Hi, it's Martin. I just wanted to hear how my sister is doing today."

"I'll get her," Susan replied.

Susan's voice sounded distracted and kind of distant. Martin had no way of 
knowing how untimely his call was. After a moment's silence his sister came 
to the phone.

"Hi little brother. How's the father-to-be?"

"We're doing fine, all two and a third. Can't be much more than that yet, 
perhaps even less. And how are you?"

"I'm fine. Just getting out of the hospital can make anybody feel cured. 
Have you seen Susan's flat? It's fantastic."

"You sound like you're cured already."

"If only. I don't want to think about that right now. I want to enjoy my 
life as much as possible, just in case."

"You'll get through it. I haven't spent years looking after you just to let 
you die from some odd disease, you hear me?"

"I promise I won't. How could I with people like you, Anna and Susan by my 
side?"

"That's the spirit. I'll call you tomorrow. Promise to call me if anything 
happens?"

"I will. Love you, little brother."



Later, Anna and Martin were doing the dishes, constantly bumping into each 
other, which was nice because they were in love, but also unavoidable 
because the kitchen was built at a time when men didn't participate in 
kitchen chores.

"We'll need a bigger place when the baby is born," Anna said.

"I think we will have enough for the downpayment on a house if we sell the 
flat."

"I'm not really sure I want to live in a house. I don't like the thought of 
being alone in a house."

"Why? What's the difference?"

"I've always lived in flats. There are always people around. I mean, I can 
knock on the wall and the neighbour will hear me."

"Exactly. That's the worst part of living in a flat: too much noise. And 
wouldn't it be nice to be able to turn up the volume without having to think 
about the neighbour's taste in music?"

"I don't know. Perhaps I can get used to it. How about an terraced house?"

"Semi-detached."

"Done."

Martin tried to get around Anna and brushed against her.

"Perhaps we'll have to get it before the baby is born. We won't be able to 
pass each other when your stomach grows bigger."

Anna turned around and put her hands on her still flat stomach.

"Do you think pregnant women are sexy?"

"I've never really thought about that. Do you think you want to have sex 
when you're, you know, very pregnant?"

Martin felt stupid after he'd said it. Of course women could have sex during 
pregnancy. Anna had brought a pile of books from the library about pregnancy 
and they had both spent a lot of time reading.

"I know a few women who had been pregnant and they wanted to have sex. 
Besides, what makes me feel good must be good for the baby," Anna smiled, 
but turned serious again. "Not all men want to, though. Lisa's boyfriend 
couldn't get it up when she was seven months pregnant."

"I don't think that will happen. I mean, I think you're awfully sexy--and 
the book we looked at the other day, 'The stages of pregnancy', the way the 
model's breast grew bigger and her nipples became dark and puffy; I think 
that looked pretty sexy."

"Should we look to see if my nipples are bigger and puffier now?" Anna said, 
and brushed her hand teasingly over her breasts.

"Let's finished the dishes and get some coffee first. We can go to bed 
early."

Anna sighed. "Sometimes you're too practical."

They finished the dishes, rubbing against each other as much as possible. 
The dishes had really mounted up, not because they had eaten a twelve-course 
meal, but neither of them enjoyed doing the dishes, and the piles of used 
dishes were high.

"When is Sis going to tell your parents?"

"She promised to do it tonight."

"I can't believe that she hasn't told them."

"She didn't want them to worry before she could tell them what was 
wrong--and they would, believe me."

"But they must have been able to tell something was wrong. You can't fool a 
mother."

"Sis told them she was a bit depressed after breaking up with Sandra, which 
was half right. Perhaps I would have done the same. Dad worries so much if 
one of us is ill. I mean, it's sometimes harder on him than it is on us."

"Your dad is very emotional, even though he pretends not to be, right? He 
tried to hide it but he had tears in his eyes when you told them that they 
were going to be grandparents."

Martin laughed. "He's a tough old farmer until something happens and then 
he's soft as melted ice cream."

"What will your parents say when she calls them tonight? Won't they be angry 
or sad that she hasn't told them that she was ill? That she has been to the 
hospital?"

"Perhaps, but they won't say anything. They will immediately call me and ask 
how serious it is. I've been trying to prepare for the call all day."

Anna giggled. "Oh! That's why you wanted to drink coffee first."

"Yes. They can call any minute and I know you hate coitus interruptus," 
Martin replied, prompting a laugh from Anna.


Later Martin's mother called and they talked for close to an hour. He 
explained about the disease and how good the prospects of a full recovery 
were. It was a little harder to explain why Sis had moved in with Susan, but 
thankfully his mother didn't dwell on the subject. Afterwards he was 
relieved and uplifted. Anna wanted to know what they had talked about.

"You know the song 'Teach Your Children', by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and 
Young?" Martin asked, when Anna once again wondered why Sis hadn't told her 
parents.

"I do. Why?"

"I can't remember the lines exactly, but it's about mutual understanding 
between the generations. As a child, you should try to understand your 
parent's worries and concerns and as a parent you should try to remember 
what it was like to be young. One of the lines goes something like 'You of 
tender years, must know the fears, your parents grew by'. I think Sis is 
trying to protect them, if you know what I mean." Martin sat back, adding 
philosophically: "It's funny that the song was written at a time where the 
gap between the generations was bigger than ever before."

"We'll have to remember that when we become parents."

"We'll have to play it every now and then. Ah, shit. It was one of the 
records Susan took when she moved. I'll have to buy a new copy. I don't know 
why I let her have it. It was mine."

"There are loads of good songs on that record. Right now 'Love the one 
you're with' springs to mind." Anna snuggled up close to Martin. "Or do you 
think that Sis will call?"

"No. She's probably listening to the same song."

"No reason to wait then."

Anna began unbuttoning Martin's jeans. He wasn't prepared, but he was not 
surprised either, and certainly not disappointed.

"Oh Dear. It's so small--small and sooo smooth," she said, and brushed it 
lightly with the tip of her index finger. "And I need it to be big and hard. 
I need to be fucked tonight. Just that. I need to feel you touch me deep 
inside while you fuck me from behind. I need to feel your balls slap against 
my clit as you pound into me."

"Keep talking and I'll be ready in a second or two."

Martin could already feel his cock stirring. When Anna laid her head on his 
thighs and took his soft manhood into her mouth he knew it would only be a 
matter of seconds.

"You want me to fuck you with long, deep strokes that make your tits sway 
under you?"

"Yes," Anna answered, before resuming her resurrection project.

"Perhaps I'll tickle your arsehole and when you are left defenseless, 
overpowered by orgasm, I'll pull out and use my tongue and lips to make you 
peak again."

Anna let go and began to unbutton Martin's shirt.

"No. I just want to be fucked. I only want to feel your big cock in me. When 
I come I want you to turn me over and fuck me hard, make my tits bounce all 
over. I want you to push my legs far apart and hammer into me. Oh God, I 
really need to be fucked."

"Your wish is my command."

Martin stood and let Anna pull the shirt over his head and his jeans down 
his legs. He had to take them off himself as Anna was heading into the 
bedroom, pulling her shirt off.

Martin did just as instructed: with a firm grip on Anna's hips he fucked her 
deep. She praised the size and hardness of his cock, and her praise 
threatened to spoil their plans, exciting Martin a little too much, but he 
took a short break, teasingly running the shaft down through her hot cleft. 
After her orgasm she spread herself for him and he took her again, holding 
onto her legs. He loved to see her tits bounce when she was lying on her 
back.

"There's nothing like an old-fashioned, unimaginative, primitive fuck," Anna 
said when they enjoyed the aftermath.



Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 4


"You don't have to explain, Susan. We are adults and I think we should be 
able to handle it. You know I love my sister very much and if the two of you 
are happy together, I'm happy."

"Please, I need to do this. I need to pick up the pieces and sort out my 
life. I've been keeping a lot of things to myself and maybe I should have 
faced it before, but... God, it's difficult. Your sister is the first person 
I've told and she--she made me realise that I have to, you know, get it out 
in the open and face it. I need you to know what happened. I need you to 
understand."

Martin could tell from the look on her face that this was no time to joke 
about their break. This was not about her and him; it was about her--her and 
perhaps Sis.

"Okay, Susan. But don't feel you have to explain because of me. I know from 
Sis how hard it can be to suddenly wake up and be different."

Susan sighed, took a deep breath and opened her mouth as if she would say 
something, but nothing came out. After a couple of deep inhalations she 
tried again.

"When I was fifteen, Dad walked out on us. He'd found a younger woman and 
followed her to the other side of the world, literally: they moved to 
Australia. You already know that. You also know that Mum had a nervous 
breakdown and I moved in with my sister and brother-in-law, Conrad."

Martin nodded.

"At first everything was fine. Conrad was so nice to me. He always told me 
how pretty I was, he bought me nice clothes, and treated me like a princess. 
I guess I was flattered by all the attention he was giving me. He behaved so 
different from the boys I knew.

"I don't really know how it went from there, but all of a sudden Conrad 
wanted something in return. He had plenty of reasons and he was so 
convincing: I owed it to him because he let me stay with them, my sister was 
unwilling in bed after I'd moved in, I'd been leading him on and flirting 
with him, and so on. In the beginning he wanted to teach me how to have oral 
sex. I... didn't like the taste of his cum, but he forced me to taste it and 
later swallow it. I couldn't say no. I believed him. I believed that I'd 
encouraged him."

"Why didn't you tell your sister?"

"My sister and I have never been close and I was afraid she would believe 
her husband and not me. Besides, it was my fault. He'd made me feel it was 
me, wanting it. I... I was ashamed. Even now I..."

"Jesus, Susan. He used you."

"I can see that now but back then... I was different. I was vulnerable."

"Did he force you to blow him all the time you lived with them?"

"That was only the beginning. He kept telling me that I was beautiful and 
sexy and all. He was so good at making me feel loved when my sister was 
around, but he became more and more demanding when we were alone. With my 
sister being a nurse it happened pretty frequently. I wasn't on the pill, so 
he decided that it was a good idea to teach me another way to avoid 
pregnancy. It hurt so badly the first time. I was completely unprepared and 
he just forced his cock into me. He sodomised me."

Susan had to stop and inhale deeply a couple of times to regain control of 
her voice. Martin felt it was best not to interrupt her.

"After the first time I went to the doctor and got on the pill. I... I asked 
Conrad to deflower me the next day. I'd thought that the first time was 
going to be romantic and with someone I really loved."

She paused again. Tears were running down her cheeks. Martin wanted to put 
his arms around her and hold her, but he wasn't sure that was what she 
wanted him to do. From what she had already told him he suddenly understood 
why she had been so cold in bed and so emotionally shallow. If every touch 
reminded her. No, he would not put his arms around her.

"He continued to use my... to sodomise me from time to time and I also had 
to blow him, but most of the time he would just fuck me. I tried to make him 
fuck me. I didn't like that either, but there was no physical pain. He liked 
to hold my head with both hands and... Like he was fucking me really hard, 
only using my mouth. It was... it sometimes felt as if I was going to 
suffocate."

"Why didn't you tell somebody? Why didn't you tell your sister?"

"I... he had convinced me that I was the one who had made it happen. I was 
asking him to fuck me." Martin was about to say something, but she stopped 
him. "No, I was! And I was... ashamed. My sister resented the idea of me 
living with them. Conrad was kind to me; he protected me when my sister 
tried to put me down. If it hadn't been for Conrad I would have ended in 
some institution or a foster family. She tried to send me away several times 
and if it hadn't been for Conrad she would have done it."

"He abused you and you are defending him."

"No, I'm not, but that was the way I saw it back then!"

Susan broke down in tears and this time Martin put his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's... I want to kick 
Conrad's balls so far up his arse that he will talk like he's a member of 
The Vienna Boys Choir for the rest of his life."

Susan felt more comfortable in his arms than she had ever done in a man's 
arms. It was different now. Martin would never try to do anything, now that 
she was living with Sis. She was safe.

"I can see now why my sister wanted me out of the house. He had been 
cheating on her before and I'm sure he's still doing it. My sister knew, we 
all knew. But Conrad was so convincing. I believed him. I couldn't... I was 
weak and unable to see what was happening."

"For how long?"

"I stayed there for three months."

"And then he stopped bothering you?"

"He called a couple of times after I moved back to Mum. He wanted to invite 
me over, but Mum had my sister's schedules and he couldn't explain why I 
should come and visit them when my sister was at work."

"Your sister knew."

"I don't know. Back then, it never occurred to me that she knew. I... I 
can't make myself believe that she knew, but she depends on him. They're 
well off, but it's his money. Maybe..."

Susan's voice failed her again.

"We have to do something about that bastard. We could..."

Susan interrupted Martin.

"No, please. I need to deal with this my own way. I've only just begun to 
understand what happened and I have to put it behind me. Then I can start 
thinking about what to do with him--with all of it."

"It's your choice, but if there's anything I can do, I will."

Martin's rage was genuine but so na�ve. Susan couldn't help smiling. His 
childishness was so charming. Perhaps that was why she had felt that he was 
safe to be with, that it would be different with him; that she could forget.

"You've listened to me. That was what I needed."



Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 5



'Tomorrow. Tomorrow Sis will start the treatments,' Susan thought. A week 
had passed and they had managed to forget about the treatment, the illness, 
but now it was too close for Susan to put it out of her mind. This was the 
last day. They had slept together in Susan's big bed, kissed and cuddled, 
but nothing more. Susan's period had started the first night and in a way it 
had been good. It had given her time to get comfortable with sharing her bed 
with another woman. Susan felt ready now. More than ready; for the first 
time in her life, at least the first time after she had found out what sex 
was about, she wanted to have sex. There was still a trace of anxiety, but 
Susan told herself it was because she was about to do something she had 
always thought of as forbidden.

Susan brought the tray into the bedroom, filling the room with the smell of 
fresh bread and tea. Drowsy, Sis sat up in the bed.

"You're going to late for work."

"I'm not going to work today. It's the last day and we are going to spend it 
together."

"You're so sweet."

It was cosy to sit close together in bed and eat breakfast. Susan thought it 
could become a ritual when something special was going to happen. She had 
planned for something special. After they had finished eating she ushered 
Sis to the shower and cleaned up after them. It was impossible to eat 
breakfast in bed without spilling breadcrumbs and Susan hated breadcrumbs in 
the bed. By the time she had finished, Sis returned from the bath, damp and 
fresh.

"What's the hurry? You look like we're late for something."

She was right: Susan had hectic, red cheeks and appeared restless.

"No, we're not late for anything. I just... I don't want you to go to the 
hospital, you know, with us never being together. You've been so patient 
with me. I want to spend the day in bed with you."

"It sounds lovely but I have to be sure about one thing. I really need to 
know that you want to do this, not just for my sake, but for your own."

"It is!"

Susan though about it for a moment. Sis looked a bit sceptical. In a way, 
Susan could understand why, and she desperately wanted to convince her that 
she wanted to do this, but how?

"Sis, what can I do to prove I really want to be with you? I want to feel 
you all over and inside me. Lying close together in bed the last couple of 
days has made me long to touch you. I want to have sex with you. I've never 
really wanted to have sex with anyone before."

Susan felt her eyes flood and tried desperately to blink the tears away, but 
Sis saw it. She put her arm around Susan and pulled her close.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, you have been through enough and I 
don't want to be another one to just take when you can't receive."

"I know. It's all happening so fast, but I know what I feel. I've never been 
in love before; I've never wanted to have sex with anybody. I've never felt 
like I feel for you. Please..."

Sis sealed her mouth with a kiss. It lingered on for minutes; a long 
soothing kiss, making the tears disappear. Susan's cheeks were still 
blushing when they broke the kiss, but there were no sorrow in her eyes, 
only anticipation and tenderness. Sis almost shed a tear. Hand in hand they 
went into the bedroom. They had seen each other naked every day since Sis 
moved in, but Susan suddenly felt timid about taking off her clothes. She 
thought about it and it almost made her laugh. It was so ridiculous. She 
grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

The zipper in her jeans acted up and Sis stepped in and helped. Giggling, 
they fought the zipper for more than a minute, pulling and pushing Susan's 
jeans and the zipper. The fabric was pulled tightly into Susan's crotch and 
maybe Sis' hands put a little more pressure here and there than strictly 
necessary. Susan stopped giggling, her breathing quickening and cheeks 
blushing.

Finally the zipper opened. Sis knelt in front of Susan and pulled the jeans 
and panties down. When Sis stood again the towel had come loose and fell to 
the floor as she reached around to take Susan's bra off. They stood naked as 
close as they could without touching each other, feeling the warmth of the 
other's body. It was tantalising.

"Are you scared?"

"No. Maybe a little anxious."

"Promise me to tell me if I do something you don't like."

"I will."

Sis took Susan's hand a led her to the bed. They kissed, like they had done 
many times now. Susan felt comfortable with kissing, she felt comfortable 
caressing Sis' breast, and she felt ready for more; anxious but ready. 
Tentatively, her lips found Sis' nipple. The surge in Susan's stomach was 
definitely excitement, completely different from the way she felt with a 
man. It dissolved into a warm feeling, spreading throughout her body, 
especially to her crotch. Susan felt Sis caress her back, moving lower to 
the small of her back and to her cheeks. Another warm surge dissolved and 
spread. Susan stopped thinking about what it was she was doing and her hands 
began caressing parts of Sis' body previously unexplored.

Sis let Susan lead the way, trying to guide her with subtle means like 
spreading her legs to make Susan do the same. By now, Susan acted on 
instinct. Her hand was drawn to Sis' pussy and she was hardly aware until 
she felt the moist, puffy folds. It almost made Susan laugh, because it felt 
so safe to touch Sis. It was as if she was touching herself. The excitement 
distracted Susan and she hardly had time to focus on her own feelings, even 
when Sis' fingers began gently caressing her pussy. It did feel good and 
Susan wanted it, but it was mind-blowing to give pleasure, instead of just 
being the target of a man's satisfaction.

Excitement had replaced anxiety. Susan was more aroused than she had ever 
been before and completely absorbed in what her fingers, lips and tongue 
were doing. Sis was getting close and Susan was just about to fake an orgasm 
like she had done so many times before, but she stopped herself, realising 
that there was no reason to fake anything; experiencing Sis having an orgasm 
was almost as good as having one herself and she was sure they were going to 
continue for a long time.

When Sis came she was unable to concentrate on Susan, but it only made 
witnessing Sis's orgasm better, because Susan could focus on that and only 
that. The small whimpers made it sound as if Sis was rendered helpless in a 
strong torrent, fighting to stay on the surface but losing the battle in the 
end. The whimpers turned in to cries and her hands clutched Susan's hand 
between her legs in the last seconds before she exploded. Shivering rigidly 
she pressed Susan's hand against her clit.

Susan held Sis until the shivers stopped and her breathing returned to 
almost normal. Sis looked so healthy, smiling up at Susan with blushing 
cheeks and shining eyes. It nearly made Susan cry; Sis had to get well. 
Maybe Sis could see it in her eyes. Gently, she pushed Susan onto her back 
and began kissing her face, neck, then her breasts and nipples. Susan 
reached out to caress Sis, but her hand was pushed away.

"Your turn. Don't be scared."

Susan was too excited to be scared, even when Sis moved down over her tummy, 
kissing and licking her way down to the top of Susan's bush. She spread her 
legs in excited anticipation of what was to come. Sis teased her, kissing 
and licking all of her pussy, not just going for her clit, as the few men 
who had tried to please her that way had done. Susan felt a very strong 
surge was building in her stomach. She was pushed into the torrent, gasping 
and whimpering helplessly as Sis plunged her in deeper.

When Sis sucked Susan's clit into her mouth she swept the bed away under 
her. In a strange kind of suspended state Susan felt herself falling into a 
wonderful abyss. Warm waves washed over her and she fought to stay 
conscious, enjoying the intensity. She heard herself cry out and felt how 
Sis was holding onto her with both arms wrapped around her waist. She wanted 
to drown, but despite the tireless effort Sis put into it, Susan finally 
surfaced, gasping for air.

"I should have admitted to myself that I'm... a lesbian a long time ago. But 
then we might never have met."

Susan had regained her composure and was cuddling with Sis. It was so nice 
to cuddle after the marvellous experience.

"I'm sure we were destined for each other."

"It was so wonderful. I mean, I've been licked before, but men usually do it 
to get you ready for them. They probe with a finger to check if you're wet 
enough. Martin did his best, but I guess I was never able to let go and 
enjoy it."

"Martin is my brother and I love him very much, but don't let it fool you. 
He can be as selfish as the next man, sometimes. He's no saint."

"But he was really good. The first time we were in bed together, it was 
after a party and I was a little drunk, he really did make me come and it 
felt so good. I thought it would be different with him. I liked the feeling 
of him inside me. I was just too tense and I couldn't very well get drunk 
every night, could I?"

"When you're ready for it, there are ways to do everything a man can do, 
plus all the nice things women can do, too."

Susan put her hand on Sis' breast and kneaded it gently. "I'm ready for 
anything as long as it is with you. You know what the strangest and most 
wonderful thing is? I'm ready for it now."

"Ummm. Have I unleashed a little sex-monster?"

Susan giggled and blushed timidly. Sis tweaked her nipple, making Susan 
gasp. "You don't have to be ashamed of it. According to Martin, lesbians are 
allowed to enjoy sex."

"What does he mean? Are straight women not allowed to enjoy it?"

"Of course. It was just something he said one day, about how rare it was to 
meet a women who enjoyed sex, or was willing to admit she did."

"I guess I confirm his statistics."

"He'll be green with envy because I can make you squeal in ecstasy."

"You really do tell each other everything!"

"Yes. Speaking of ecstasy: Do you want to squeal a little more?" Sis circled 
Susan's left nipple with the tip of her index finger.

"No. A lot. And I want to make you squeal, too."

Susan began circling Sis' nipple, moving close until their lips met in a 
kiss. They made each other squeal several times before they left the bed to 
eat and go shopping for essentials for the dinner Susan had planned. They 
returned to bed and Susan learned a lot that day. Her favourite was when 
they lay side by side licking each other's pussies, especially when Sis 
tickled her nether hole. It was incredible how good it felt, compared to the 
pain it had brought her in her early experiences. All anxiety was gone; 
Susan was ready to let Sis take her anywhere and do anything.




The thunderstorm was right above us all of a sudden. Lisa went over to the 
balcony door and opened it, letting a fresh breeze into the room. She 
stepped out and I joined her outside. The balcony was sheltered and we could 
stand there and see the Berlin skyline lit by lightning. It was beautiful. 
It would be wrong to say that Lisa broke the silence, as there were only 
seconds between the thunder peals of thunder.

"You know what? There was something missing in the movie," she said.

"What?"

"Kisses," she said.

"Two of the girls kissed," I said.

Lisa thought about it for a moment.

"They didn't kiss for real. I mean, nobody kiss that way, only the tongues 
touching. It was only to make a show for... men who like to see girls kiss. 
I mean the way we kiss."

She turned around and demonstrated what she meant and I could see, and feel, 
her point.

"Do you think it would have made the movie better if they had kissed for 
real?" I asked.

"Yes. I mean, no I don't think that would have done it alone, but there was 
no passion. They went straight for it all the time. It's great sometimes, 
but... I think most girls wants tenderness and romance as well as they want 
to be taken by a man."

"So, do you want to be taken or do you want tenderness tonight," I asked.

"I think I want to be taken, when I've finished kissing you out here," she 
giggled.

I was unsure of what I had asked her and what it was she wanted, but the 
movie had made me very excited. I wanted to dive in between her legs and 
savour her scent and taste and I hope that was what she wanted, too.

"We don't have to worry about anybody hearing us tonight," I said.

The bedsprings had made considerable noise earlier and we'd been afraid 
somebody would hear us. It took seconds to finish kissing on the balcony. 
She literally dragged me into the room and we tore each other's clothes off. 
I did what I had planned to do: I pushed her over on the bed, spread her 
legs and went in for the kill. She moaned content and for a moment I was 
afraid she would begin to say "Oh jah". That would have spoiled it 
completely. The thought alone almost made me laugh. It also made me think 
about the difference between the sex we had as opposed to what we had seen 
in the movie.

I tried to think of something other than the sounds she made. It was only a 
content sigh at first anyway. I became aware of the way Lisa moved. The 
girls in the movie were acting like a stiff, but I could read Lisa's 
excitement in the way she moved. At first she only moved her legs a little, 
sort of finding the right position where she could relax and enjoy and at 
the same time give me sufficient room to operate, but never finding exactly 
the right way and lie still. After a while her hips began to move up and 
down, slow and only an inch, tops, but gradually it turned into a rotating 
motion and at this point she put her hands on my head, caressing me, guiding 
me a little and playing with my hair.

Her moans caught my attention. Lisa was usually quiet when we made love and 
that night she was still far from as noisy as the girls in the movie, but 
her moans was more audible than usual. The first content sighs were followed 
by silence but when her hips began to rotate she also began to moan. 
Quietly, kind of whimpering moans that grew and became more intense as the 
movements of her hips intensified.

Then it was as if she heard herself and became frightened that other would 
as well. She was quiet for a short while but let go again, whimpering more 
than moaning. If anyone had heard her they might have thought that I was 
hurting her. As her excitement grew it sounded more and more so. Not that I 
was at any point doubting that I was doing the right thing, but it was 
difficult to hear it her whimpers were from pain or from pleasure.

Her hips stopped rotating and returned to the up and down motion, but more 
intense, trying to control where my tongue and lips touched her. Her whines 
began to sound pleadingly, begging me to stop or continue doing what I was 
doing, depending on how you interpreted it. I continued.

Lisa went quiet again, but this time it was because she was holding back her 
breath. Every now and then she had to exhale and inhale hastily, but the 
silence told me she was getting near. She stopped moving. All her muscles 
tensed and her hands pulled me closer.

This was the part that really made the difference obvious. Lisa wasn't 
screaming: "I'm coming", but her body was screaming to me and me only. Her 
legs began to tremble and her stomach convulsed, abruptly at first, but as 
she began to breathe rapidly her whole body convulsed, her hips jerking, all 
of her showing me the signs of her climax. I loved this part, because it was 
the only time she normally lost control of herself and moaned when we made 
love.

Finally her thighs clamped tightly around my head and signalled that she had 
had almost enough, but I was not to stop until she released my head. I was 
so enthralled by the way I had experienced her orgasm that I wanted more. I 
stayed between her legs and gave her a little time to recover. At first she 
protested but I was persistent and she gave in. She jerked when I gently 
started over again.

"Please, not soft, I can't take that now. Firmly," she said.

Her hands went to my head to emphasise her words and I obeyed. Her reactions 
were different this time, audible and tenser from the beginning. She 
clinched her fists in my hair and her thighs closed acutely around my head a 
couple of times. Not in the way they did when she climaxed, just a brief 
squeeze. It felt as if she was closer to orgasm from the beginning, but not 
quite. I usually licked her to her first orgasm, but never before to the 
second and her reactions was new to me, maybe also to her.

She spread her legs wide and still holding my head tightly her hips began 
working. I was unable to keep on target all the time but it didn't seem to 
matter any more. The tense, quiet phase she had gone through the first time 
was less prominent. Her hips kept undulating while she held back her breath. 
The short intakes of air sounded like small cries. Lisa had effectively 
taken over control and all I could do was follow and observe, which was 
great.

The girls in the movie had all more or less shaven off their pubic hair. I 
had more than a couple of hairs in my mouth, which I couldn't get out, and I 
silently wished Lisa would trim her bush a little.

Her climax was also different. She was much more ridged, keeping my mouth 
pressed hard against her crotch while her stomach convulsed. It was hard to 
tell what was the most exciting, but I think it was her second orgasm 
because she was much more active. It was still a new experience and I felt 
it was partly my efforts that had driven her to let go.

She pulled my head away from her crotch and up as soon as her thighs relaxed 
again.

"I need you up here," she gasped.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my wet face down, kissing me 
deeply. Within a few second the juices on my face was all over her face as 
well. While I was between her legs the fragrance of her juices numbed my 
nose but know I could smell her again on her face and it was a wonderful 
smell.

She wriggled her hips and I slipped into her like a knife through butter. We 
moved slowly, still kissing, but Lisa broke the kiss and pulled up her legs 
until the almost touched her chest. I got up on my elbows and looked down on 
her face. She looked serious, her eyes filled with lust.

"I love you," she said. "Take me."

This time I instinctively knew what she meant. I extended my arms to give me 
better offset and watch her breasts bounce from the force of my first 
thrust. We both noticed that the thunder had passed, not by the absence of 
lightning, but creaking from the bed suddenly sounded extremely loud, much 
louder than any sound we had made. Lisa giggled and pushed me in the chest.

"Come on. I know what we'll do," she said.

I dismounted. Lisa jumped out of the bed and walked over to the wall. She 
stopped an arm's length from the wall and turned her back to me, putting her 
hands on the wall and wriggled her arse invitingly. We'd just seen a couple 
do it that way in the movie and I walked up behind Lisa. She was shorter 
than me and what had looked so easy in the movie was quite difficult in real 
life. I had to bend in my knees to make up for the difference in height and 
even then I slipped out after a couple of thrusts. After fourth attempt I 
stopped.

"It's not going to work. Perhaps the floor," I suggested.

Lisa moved to the middle of the floor and got down on her hands and knees. I 
meant that we could do it the usual way on the floor, but this looked so 
much better. I had always thought Lisa had a beautiful arse, but she just 
looked stunningly sexy on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and now 
the difference in height was almost eliminated and I could enter and stay 
in. With a firm grip on her hipbones I plunge into her.

It was better than I had imagined. The friction was completely different 
from the other positions we had tried and the view when I looked down was so 
exciting. She was perfectly heartshaped and each thrust made her buttocks 
quiver. I could see how I filled her, how she was stretched around the shaft 
and her juices glistening on my cock every time I pulled back.

I had to slow down. The sight and feeling, plus the general state of 
excitement her first two orgasms had put me in, made me very volatile. Lisa 
wriggled her arse impatiently.

"Come on. I want you."

I sure wanted her, too, and if that was the way she wanted it I was ready to 
comply. I gave it everything I had and for much longer than I had hoped for. 
She lowered herself to her elbows and the small change of angel made her 
even more sexy. I watch fascinated her buttock quivering and the occasional 
glimpse of her breasts bouncing under her; the visual impression was so 
strong that I didn't notice anything else. I think Lisa moaned; perhaps I 
did, too. I know for sure that my knees hurt, but I only noticed afterwards.

Her back arched and she threw back her head and chanted, "Take me."

I had been running my hands over her buttock, spreading them as much as I 
could in an attempt to enter her deeper. I grabbed her hips and took her 
with everything I had. Then a few rigid plunges, making a loud slapping 
noise. That was it. I felt it as if the thunder had returned and I was 
struck by lighting.

I don't know if Lisa came again. My own orgasm paralysed all my senses. When 
I came back down her arms had given in and she was resting on her shoulders, 
panting and sweaty like me.


Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 6



Anna was a little anxious when she reached Susan and Sis' flat, unsure what 
mood Sis would be in. Sis was tough but the medical treatment she was going 
through could bring down even the best, especially because patients were 
already mentally weakened by the diagnosis itself. The news that you have a 
fatal disease was hard to handle for most people. Anna half regretted going 
alone. Martin knew Sis and knew how to cheer her up.

Anna needn't worry. Sis had a smile on her face when she opened the door and 
looked much better than could be expected. A scarf covered her head, 
concealed the lack of hair and made her look like a farm girl. It was kind 
of cute and suited her. The only noticeable difference was the missing 
eyebrows and lashes.

"Come on in. It so lovely to see you."

Anna looked around in the stylish living room, then out the window.

"Wow! It's really a posh flat."

"It's wonderful. I've always dreamt of a place like this."

"Martin wants a house, but if we could get something like this he might 
change his mind."

"Don't count on it. He hates flats."

"I know. The noise and always having to consider if the noise you're making 
bother the neighbours. Maybe that's the way it is when you've been living in 
a house. But you're so alone in a house. I don't know if I can get used to 
it."

"You will. Have you found a house?"

"No. We're looking, but we need to save up more for the down payment. It 
will be a year or so before we have enough. Our flat will have to do until 
then."

The tea was ready and Susan had baked a cake. At least Anna assumed it was 
Susan. According to Martin, Sis transformed a kitchen into a disaster area 
in seconds. The cake looked so tempting and Anna could not resist, even 
though she had promised herself not to become a compulsive eater, just 
because she was pregnant.

It was a delicious orange sponge cake. Anna savoured the small piece she had 
taken, considering if it would really hurt that much to eat one more later. 
Sis apparently loved the cake as well and was already on her second piece, 
her slices being almost twice the size of Anna's. When she saw Anna staring 
at her, she smiled embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't eat so fast, but the chemotherapy spoils my appetite 
for over a week. I get nausea and can't keep anything in me. It's really 
awful, so I have to make the best of the week I can eat. In a few days I'll 
have the next treatment and then I won't be eating much for ten days."

"Right now, you look like you're doing okay."

Sis had just take a big bite of cake and had to chew it before she could 
answer. She chewed and chewed, but in situation like that, it always takes 
forever to get it down. Both girls laughed, and Sis almost choked in the 
cake.

"I try to keep myself occupied. If I have too much time on my hands, I start 
thinking. That can really can get me down, but all in all I'm doing fine. 
Susan has really been a great help. I don't know how she puts up with me 
when I'm really sick. I'll spare you the details, but I'm not sure I could 
do it without getting sick myself."

Anna shivered a little. She could imagine what it was like without a 
detailed description and agreed that Susan did an admirable job. They talked 
about Susan and her bad experiences with men in general, and her wicked 
uncle in particular. Anna asked Sis if she had suggested to Susan to seek 
professional help.

"Yes, I have, but Susan doesn't want to. She wants to deal with it herself 
at her own pace. She doesn't want some shrink to bring up things that she 
has spent years to suppress. Maybe she's right. She's much better now and 
still making progress. She's talking about it now, slowly getting rid of the 
guilt and shame. It looks like she's genuinely enjoying life now. If only I 
was... never mind. How are you doing? There's not much to see yet."

"I'm doing fine. I have a little morning sickness and I'm more tired, but it 
will pass. I know from some of my friends that it could be much worse," Anna 
smiled timidly. "My greatest worry is ridiculous, really. They say a first 
time pregnant often have little to show for it the first three or four 
months. I guess it will be at least another month before it will show. I 
know it's silly but I can hardly wait. It's like... I want all the world to 
see, now."

Sis suddenly looked thoughtful and sad.

"You know, until they told me that I might not be able to have children 
after the treatments, I never thought I wanted children. Maybe it's because 
you always want what you can't have."

"Don't give up all together. They did say that you might not be able to have 
children, not that you couldn't?"

"I don't want to get my hopes up too high. I'll have to wait and see. I have 
to get over it, first."

"You will."

Sis nodded and tried to smile. Silence followed. Anne wished Martin was with 
her. He was so much better at this sort of thing; talking about the illness, 
death and life, cheering up Sis. "Please don't cry," Anna was repeating 
inside her head again and again. The seconds felt like hours while Sis was 
fighting the tears. Not knowing what else to do Anna got up, sat down next 
to Sis on the couch, and hugged her. It was instinct more than a deliberate 
act. Only a shiver revealed that Sis was crying.

"Sorry. I thought I was done with that." Sis sat up and dried her eyes. 
"Everything is cool. I know what I'm facing, and then suddenly feel so 
scared. I feel I'm going to die and there's so much I want to do. I fight it 
but it comes back when I least expect it."

"You are doing so fantastic, but you're allowed to cry and be scared, too."

"I know but it makes Susan worried. She has enough to deal with already. I 
can't ... I don't want to be scared. I wanna live. I do believe I'll beat 
it. The doctors say I will almost certainly, but sometimes that little 
'almost' gets to me. I can't explain it. Just happens."

"You will be okay. Martin said you're responding well to the treatment. Hang 
on in there."

"Damn Hodgekin's. I don't want to talk about it now. Think positive 
thought's Sis!" She straightened and smiled, more convincingly than before.

"They can actually be quite funny at the hospital. When I was going to have 
the first treatment, Susan and I were in the waiting room and they called 
people by name. When they called Grete Petersen nobody responded. We were 
only five people there and we all looked at each other. The nurse called 
again and it wasn't until the third time I realised it was me. So, I asked 
the nurse if she could change the name in my journal to Sis. I've never used 
Grete and I hate that name. In the ward, they all called me Sis. I thought 
they had put it in as my first name, but this nurse looked at me as I if I'd 
said something very naughty. Under no circumstances could she change that. 
It could cause all kinds of complications. I couldn't really figure out why, 
because for all other purposes they use my social security number and I told 
her so. She almost threw me out, but the doctor came along and saved me. I'd 
love to see that nurse's face when she see the note the doctor put in: 
"Patient prefers to be called Sis instead of Grete."

"Martin never told me your name was Grete."

"Well, I try to keep it a secret, but I thought he had told you. When we 
were younger and we were fighting or arguing, he calls me Grete."

Anna giggled. "I take it you won't be honoured if we name the child after 
you, if it's a girl?"

"Dead right. So, what about the house?"

Anna was relieved not to talk about hospital and illness and embarrassed 
that she was. It was good for Sis to talk about it, get it out in the open, 
but Martin had spent hours talking with her, Susan too, and they were much 
better at it than she was.

"We need more space. We are saving a fair amount of money each month after 
Martin gave up his flat and moved in with me. Hopefully we can buy a house 
before the baby's first birthday."

"But you prefer a flat, right?"

"Yeah. The thought of being alone in a house scares me a little, but I guess 
I can get used to it. I know Martin wants it really bad. A garden with a 
sandpit and lawn for the baby to play on would be nice. A lot easier than 
going to the playground in the park, too. The sandpit in the park is not 
covered and you never know how many cats, dogs and foxes have used it."

"God, I never thought about that. It must be because I grew up on a farm 
with no sandpit but a lot of animal shit."

They both laughed. The bad vibes were gone and didn't return that afternoon, 
but on the way home Anna thought a lot about how terrifying it had to be to 
face a potentially terminal disease. The mere thought made her stomach 
tighten in a cold knot. She wanted Sis to get well right now. There were no 
degrees of damage, it was full recovery or nothing, and even then there was 
the risk of the disease re-emerging. It could be years. How could anyone 
stand to live knowing this?

Martin was home when she returned and he was quite cheerful.

"So, how was my favourite sister doing?"

"She was doing just fine. Susan had baked a lovely cake."

Anna left it there. Martin had enough to deal with already to tell him about 
Sis' fear and her own worries.

"And how is my soon to be wife doing?"

"I'm doing fine."

"I had an offer today that may mean we can move a little faster than 
expected."

"An offer?"

"One of the guys from the office has a friend working at the swimming bath 
and he's going in for a planned operation of some kind. Anyway, he'll be 
away for two months. I can have his job. He doesn't work full time: four 
days from five to nine and every other Sunday. It will give a good sum for 
the down payment on a house. That is, if you think it's a good idea."

Anna knew the house meant a lot to Martin and the more she thought about it 
the more the idea of a garden appealed to her, but working two jobs would be 
pretty hard for Martin.

"Can you handle two jobs? I don't want you to collapse of exhaustion. Then 
I'd rather wait a little longer."

"No way. All I have to do it to be there and make sure people behave, you 
know, no running around the pool, things like that. It's a real easy job."

"Well, if you think you can handle it. It would be nice to get something 
bigger."

Martin put his arms around her stomach. "We might need a bigger bed. You're 
growing."

For once, Martin said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Anna suddenly felt 
weary and depressed.

"I'm only getting fat. I don't look pregnant at all. I'm sick in the morning 
and fall asleep over dinner."

"Hey. It's all right. You will look fabulously pregnant in a month or two 
and it's only natural to be tired. You have to sleep for two now."

In a way she knew he was right. It was wonderful to have a future husband 
who understood these things, but it was still annoying. She fell asleep on 
the couch every evening and in the morning she felt sick. It was over a week 
since they had made love and it was her fault. She was too tired. Not that 
Martin blamed her or complained but she missed it, too. A month or two 
seemed an awful long time go wait to become pregnant the way she had 
imagined it to be.



Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 7


"Sandra called to hear how Sis was doing. She sounds like such a nice and 
caring girl. Why did they break up?"

Sandra had been calling Martin regularly since Sis became ill. After he 
moved in with Anna, Sandra had called him at the office, but lately she had 
begun calling him at home again, mainly because the conversations at work 
often were cut short.

"Sandra is all right, but she has one major problem: the grass is always 
greener on the other side of the fence. Sis is very monogamous and the first 
time Sandra cheated on her she was devastated. Sandra promised it would 
never happen again, but it did. Sis was caught between a rock and a hard 
place. She loved Sandra but she couldn't live with her adventures. The third 
time, Sis threw her out. Sis was already ill at the time and I think the 
real reason why she didn't want to see Sandra was more than just because she 
was still in love with her; she felt betrayed because Sandra cheated on her 
while she should have supported her."

"I just don't understand. It sounds like Sandra cares about Sis a lot and if 
they still love each other? I mean, it's just too stupid."

"Sandra is bisexual and she tried to talk Sis into a threesome with a man. 
 From what I know, it was with men every time she cheated, but there might 
have been some I've never heard about."

Anna nodded. Martin was kind of pleased. The last couple of times Sandra had 
been very flirtatious, and even though he had no intentions of doing 
anything but talking, Anna didn't need to know. The reason he felt that way 
was unclear to him, he just preferred to keep it to himself.


His new job was as easy as he had expected it to be, at least on weekdays. 
On a typical weekday, the morning was occupied by pensioners until sometime 
after lunch, where the school kids began to take over after school. Martin 
never saw the pensioners and the kids began to leave around half past five 
and few was left when Martin started at five. They were replaced by the 
working people. It was a mixed crowd, which generally could be divided into 
two groups: group one, younger people eighteen to twenty-five, and group 
two, late thirties up to fifty. They were quiet, concentrated on swimming 
and not much else.

Sundays were the real challenge. Loads of kids, on their own or with their 
parents. Martin was unsure of what he preferred. Some of the parents seemed 
to have given up on correcting their own kids and wanted Martin to do it.

"We're here to have a good time with our kids and we don't want to spend all 
our time yelling at them. We have so little time together," as a father of a 
particularly badly behaving boy around ten years old had told Martin one 
Sunday afternoon. Martin had asked the father to control his son as he was 
terrorising a couple of smaller kids. No wonder the boy did as he pleased if 
his parents never stopped him.

Weekdays were quiet, sometimes too quiet, but he had to stay alert in case 
something happened. He was expected to oversee the pool and surrounding area 
constantly. It could be difficult, sometimes because it was so boring he was 
about to fall asleep and sometimes he was distracted when an attractive 
female swimmer, consciously or subconsciously, showed off her features in 
front of him. He liked looking at beautiful women and many of the swimsuit 
left little to his imagination. It was hard not to steal a glance and even 
harder because, although he was supposed to look at the people around the 
pool, he had to stay focused on what was going on.

Despite the kids and distractions Martin liked the job. He talked to a lot 
of people every day, mostly the regulars and after two weeks he found 
himself wondering if it would be possible to stay on a little longer, not 
just to earn the extra money. The atmosphere was so pleasant, much better 
than his daytime job.


A week after Anna had told Sandra about his new job she showed up at the 
pool. Martin spotted her as soon as she came out from the changing room. 
Sandra looked good in a swimming suit, more than good in the one she had 
chosen. She headed straight for him.

"Hi Martin. Your girlfriend told me you had a little extra job here. It has 
been so long since I've been here and I suddenly missed swimming. I used to 
swim here a lot. So, how are you doing?"

"Not too bad, thank you. It's a nice job, everything considered. And you?"

"Sure. Are you allowed to take a swim after hours? I've always wanted to 
swim naked with candles all around the pool. Can you fix that?"

Martin was sure Sandra said it to tease him and the idea did appealed to 
him, but the last one to leave was the inspector. He had been told how to 
close up and set the alarm in case the inspector called in sick, but he had 
a strong health. Martin tried to joke about it.

"Not much of a chance. It would be at very short notice and the candles are 
out of the question. Perhaps one candle if you bring it yourself."

"Please. It would be great."

Sandra sounded serious and he decided to put the facts to her.

"I'm only here for a few months and it's not my job to close, it's my boss'. 
He is rarely away."

Sandra continued as if she was deaf. "Imagine you and I in the pool 
together, naked. It would be so romantic."

"I thought you wanted to be alone?" Martin joked in a vain attempt to avoid 
what he knew was inevitable, considering the way Sandra had been coming on 
to him over the phone lately.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm with Anna now. She's pregnant and we're going to get married."

"One time doesn't hurt anybody. I know you want to."

She was right to some extent. In the past, Martin had been cheating on a 
couple of girlfriends, but he was determined that those days were over. Anna 
simply meant too much to him. Sandra was attractive and he had fantasised 
about her more than one time, but it was too risky. Sandra continued without 
waiting for a reply.

"Remember that night when you drove me home after that party at Henry's? I 
was a little drunk and we talked about what Sis and I were doing in bed."

Martin remembered. It was more or less the only time he had ever regretted 
his agreement with his sister not to hit on each other's girlfriends. Sandra 
had been really hot, flirtatious and teased him mercilessly. He had resisted 
the temptation, but only because it was Sis' girlfriend and he knew Sis 
would be devastated. Apparently it never occurred to Sandra that a one-night 
affair could hurt anybody, even though at the time he knew nothing about 
Sandra's other affairs.

"I remember. I think you're very sexy and I like you a lot, Sandra. But I 
don't want to jeopardise everything for a one night stand."

"She'll never know. Tell her you are taking an extra evening and come home 
to my place."

"No, can't do that. Anna might come here."

Anna had not visited him yet, but they had talked about it and Anna planned 
to do it. Old habit took over and he began thinking about another way to get 
together with Sandra. He silently cursed himself for doing that. Those days 
were over.

"Why should Anna come here? To check on you?"

"No, she just thought it would be good exercise to swim when she's pregnant. 
It's a lot easier to move in the water."

Sandra shrugged and got up.

"I know you, Martin, and I don't give up that easy. See you."


Martin considered if he should tell Anna about Sandra's visit, but he 
decided not to. Just before he fell asleep, his thoughts roamed. Why was he 
feeling guilty? He was happy with Anna, she was pregnant and everything was 
going well. Suddenly the thought scared him. He was going to be a father in 
a few months. It was forever or until he died. A sudden coldness crept in 
and took hold of him, not at the prospect of being a father, but the thought 
of dying. It was so close; it could happen tomorrow; tonight. He felt a pain 
in his chest. "Come on," he told himself. "It's only in your mind. It's 
because of Sis and her illness. You are turning into the worst kind of 
hypochondriac."

The pain in his chest almost disappeared, but the chill lingered. Life could 
be shorter than he wanted it to be and he was about to tie himself up for 
life with Anna. He thought about Sandra. She looked smashing in a swimsuit. 
His thoughts went back to the night he drove her home. She had vividly 
described how she loved it when Sis tied her to the bed and teased her for 
hours, used her relentlessly, and made her come several times. Anna was 
asleep and it was a long time since they had made love. The thoughts made 
him hard. Sex with Anna was great, although a bit scarce lately, but that 
would pass. He couldn't really imagine tying Anna up. He loved her too much 
and with a kid it would probably be impossible anyway. You can't just hide 
under the duvets if you're tied to the bedposts.

Would it hurt so much to have a little fun with Sandra, now that he finally 
had the chance? The guilt came over him again and this time he knew why. He 
knew how easy it was to cheat. He had been addicted to it, but it had to end 
now. It just had to.



Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 8


Saturday was Anna and Martin's day together after Martin had taken the extra 
job. They often went shopping, not for food and necessities, but pleasure 
shopping, especially for clothes. Martin was sure there was a special 
gravitational force that drew women to clothes shops. All the girls and 
women he had known loved to look at clothes. Martin was only marginally 
interested. If it was up to him he would have a number of identical shirts 
and jeans. That way he could put on whatever he picked from the closet in 
the morning without thinking about how the colour or pattern matched. 
According to all women, from his mother and onwards, such an idea was not an 
option.

One possible reason for Martin's lack of interest in his own clothes was 
that after his mother stopped buying his clothes, Sis had taken over telling 
him what to wear. The only woman who had left it up to him, was Susan. Anna 
loved to buy clothes for him, but lately another gravitational force had 
grabbed her: shops selling baby clothes.

"Wouldn't this look just lovely?" Anna asked, holding up a ridiculously 
small pink dress.

"It's neat, but isn't it a bit premature to start buying dresses? What if 
it's a boy?"

"I'm just looking, but we will have to buy some clothes before the baby is 
born."

"I know. We can buy something neutral until we have definite proof."

They strolled through the shop looking at more clothes and Martin had to 
admit the tiny dresses, jeans and shirts were kind of cute; copies of 'real' 
clothes, only in small sizes and yet wide enough to accommodate not just a 
tiny baby, but also a diaper. It was probably what made it look so funny and 
cute. On the way out, Anna picked up a flyer from the stack on the counter.

Saturday had also become the day they made love, not so much because Anna 
fell asleep on the couch after dinner - they had often been too tired in the 
evening to make love - but they often did it in the morning. It had started 
when they began to shower together to save time in the morning when going to 
work. Soon they had to get up half an hour to an hour earlier because they 
inevitably ended up making love in the shower or after showering. It was a 
great time to make love, they were both rested and fresh after the shower, 
but lately Anna's morning sickness had put an end to it. Anna felt bad about 
it, even though Martin understood. She hoped it would pass after the first 
trimester as the books said it would.

After they had made love that afternoon, Anna looked at the flyer she had 
picked up. It was an invitation for a seminar from expecting mothers.

"I bet it's the kind of seminar where they teach you how to pregnant the 
'right' way. Either you'll come home feeling guilty or you will want to 
change everything because they told you so," Martin giggled.

"No. It says that it's an informal seminar where pregnant women can meet 
others in the same situation and share their problems and joys. It sounds 
really good and it's cheap."

"I was only joking, love. I think you should go. When is it?"

"Two weeks from now, but it's from Saturday to Sunday. We see so little of 
each other. Are you sure you don't mind."

"Absolutely. I only have a little over a month left with two jobs and then 
we will be back to normal again. I think we can survive, don't you?"

"All right. I'll call them in the morning and sign up."


Sandra had been quiet since her visit to the pool. Martin had managed to 
push her proposition out of his head. His extra job still spawned a couple 
of erotic fantasies in his mind when he saw a particularly sexy women in a 
swimsuit, but it was only natural, considering that the level of sexual 
activity in his life had decreased significantly over the last month. He had 
almost forgot how to masturbate after he had met Anna, and now when the 
sexual tension built up, he sometimes forgot to release it.

Tuesday evening was quiet. The usually group of middle-aged men were trying 
to get rid of the pub-belly through swimming, which probably was a better 
idea than jogging, if you considered how much strain it would put on their 
legs and knees. The women swam with greater elegance than the men, but 
overall they were also in better physical shape. Martin reminded himself 
never to become fat. It was too much work getting rid of a big belly, once 
you had it.

While he was consumed by his thoughts of overweight and the problems it 
caused, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Seen from a distance, 
the swimsuit looked ordinary but the shiny bright red colour alone was 
designed to attract attention. Martin had seen it up close the other day and 
it showed off the woman wearing it in the best way possible. The top of the 
swimsuit was a string around Sandra's neck unfolding into a wider patch just 
big enough to cover her front. Her back was bare all the way down to her 
buttocks and the openings for her legs were cut high, making them look 
incredibly long.

Sandra strutted heedlessly towards his side of the pool. The swimsuit was 
glued to her body but at the same time it allowed her breasts to quiver as 
she walked. Half way, she gave up her pretence of not having seen him and 
walked smiling towards him.

"Hi, Martin. It wasn't very convincing, was it?"

"Convincing, yes, but improbable, considering that you knew I'd be here."

"You see right through me. How are you?"

"I'm fine, enjoying the pleasures of working two jobs, but with the added 
benefit of being treated to a swimsuit parade by the most beautiful women in 
this part of town."

"I thought you were strictly on the straight and narrow?"

"I am, but looking never hurt anyone."

Sandra just happened to flex her leg and turn slightly, making a sexy pose.

"That's more like the old Martin. At least it's a start."

"Forget it, Sandra. I'm not going to risk it all for a bit of fun."

Sandra sat down next to him. "Nobody will ever know."

"No? Your record at keeping affairs secret is not the best."

Martin didn't plan to sound resentful but it came out harsh.

"It was only because I was a bloody idiot. First, I thought I could be 
something I'm not. Then I thought I could change Sis. It was a big mistake 
and I regret it. We would probably have gone out separate ways eventually, 
but I hurt Sis and..."

Sandra was suddenly sad, looking down on her feet. Martin had never heard 
her side of the events leading up to the break.

"Sis was the first woman?" Martin asked.

"No. Well, in a way she was. I'd been... no, better start from the 
beginning. I grew up in a poor neighbourhood and when we reached the age 
were we wanted to go out, there was nowhere to go except this one bar. Maybe 
they thought we were old enough or they just didn't care, I don't know. We 
rarely had anything but diet coke anyway. Real drinks were too expensive. I 
was there one night with one of the girls I was hanging out with and this 
middle-aged guy came over to talk. We talked and suddenly he asked us if we 
wanted to earn little money. He offered us ten bucks to french kiss each 
other."

Martin was glad it was a quiet evening with few people in the pool. It was 
easy for him to keep an eye on the pool and still listen to Sandra. 
Sometimes it was difficult to hear what Sandra said. She kept her voice down 
and the acoustics in the hall were awful because of the many hard surfaces. 
The advantage was that nobody could hear a word they said.

"After a lot of giggling and blushing, we said yes. We went out into the 
alley next to the bar. The guy asked if we could feel each other up while we 
kiss and I said we could for five bucks extra each. It was so strange, 
kissing another girl and feeling her tits. We were timid and clumsy, but he 
didn't care and after ten minutes or so he paid and left.

"A week later, we met him in the bar and he wanted to watch us again. This 
time, he offered to pay us ten bucks more if we pulled up our blouses while 
we kissed and groped. We did, but every time we heard a sound we pulled back 
our blouses because we were afraid to be seen. Despite all the 
interruptions, he paid, but the following week he suggested we'd all go to 
his place. We were reluctant but then again, there were two of us and he was 
a small, thin man."

"A bit risky, if you ask me," Martin said.

"Maybe, but as I said, we were two against one. He promised not to touch us 
or anything, he just wanted to look. In a way, it felt safer than standing 
in an alley. I guess we were more afraid of being seen. Anyway, we went 
there and gave him a show. I even kissed Tina's tits. A week later, he paid 
us twenty more to strip for him. Every week he wanted something new. He 
wanted to see us masturbate. That was really the hardest thing to do. It's 
kind of private and he wanted us to lie on the floor facing each other. I 
was so embarrassed. Imagine lying on the floor with your legs wide apart, 
doing something you would never admit to do in the first place. But it was 
kind of hot watching Tina do it."

"And he didn't touch you at all?"

"Never. He just looked at us."

"I guess you had been with a girl before you met Sis, then," Martin giggled.

"Yes, but it was just acting. It never felt as if we had sex; we put on a 
show for this guy. Most of the time at least. I did get excited and I even 
had an orgasm every now and then, but the most exciting about it was to do 
it while he watched. We did what he wanted, he watched, paid, and then we 
went home. Tina and I both had boyfriends from time to time and we never 
touched each other outside his flat."

Martin had casually put a towel over his shorts while Sandra spoke to cover 
the effect her story had on him. He felt embarrassed and only slightly a 
better man than the guy she was talking about.

"We hardly talked about what we did for him, only about the money. 
Sometimes, I thought about what he was going to ask us to do the next time. 
I knew he was bound to ask us to eat each other's pussies and I tried to 
prepare myself for it. I'd given several blowjobs and told myself it was the 
same. By the time he did ask us to do it, I was ready. We had developed kind 
of a show for him. We kissed and fondled while we stripped each other. He 
liked that. The more we kissed the better. Then we did whatever he wanted us 
to do."

"How many different things could he possibly ask you to do?"

Sandra smiled wickedly and it made him wonder if she told him the story to 
deliberately turn him on.

"He had great imaginary powers. In the beginning, it was only caresses and 
perhaps a little sucking each other's tits. Then he wanted is to finger fuck 
each other. The next step was to lick each other juices from our fingers. 
And then, of course, he asked us to lick each other. The first time, he only 
wanted one of us to go down on the other. I think he wanted to think about 
himself as the instructor, teaching us how to do it. Talk about being paid 
to go to school. He must have been well off. We set a price on everything he 
wanted us to do and sometimes we went home with as much as 75 bucks each. My 
allowance at the time was something like ten a month. It was a sad day when 
it ended."

Martin realised that he had been holding back his breath while Sandra 
talked. "What happened?"

"The factory where Tina's parents worked move to Jutland. The factory 
generously offered her parents new jobs if they were willing to move." 
Sandra snorted. "Of course they were. Chances of find another job was next 
to nothing."

"And I guess you hadn't told anybody about your job?"

"Are you nuts? Of course not! That was the end of it. I had never felt 
attracted to a girl, not even thought about it. What I did with Tina was 
just... I don't know, but then I met Sis. I had just broken up with a guy. 
He never understood that just because I'm sexually submissive, it doesn't 
mean that want to be treated like a slave; it's only sexual and I still want 
something out of sex as well. He thought he was in charge of everything and 
gave nothing. Sis was so different and I was head over heels in love. I 
convinced myself that I was really into girls, only I wasn't and Sis 
rejected the idea of a guy."

"So you had an secret affair?"

"No, it wasn't secret. That was my big mistake. I guess I panicked. I 
thought I could make Sis understand that I couldn't live like that; make her 
give in."

"That was a mistake."

"Tell me about it. I never ever wanted it to end that way. I feel so stupid. 
I tried to tell her but she just wouldn't listen to me."

Forgiveness is a virtue, but if you have been hurt ferociously, it can be 
hard to be virtuous. Martin understood his sister, but Sandra's story had 
also cleared up a few things in his mind. They sat in silence for a while. 
Martin surveyed the pool, but his mind was elsewhere. He knew he ought to 
leave things as they were, but the urge to ask was too great.

"So, why do you all of a sudden want me, when you know it might lead to 
equally devastating results?"

Sandra smiled wickedly. It could be interpreted in two ways: it was either a 
'he took the bait' smile or it was a 'he still likes me" smile. Martin chose 
to believe it was the later.

"You know I've wanted you for a long time. At one time I hope that you could 
both be my lovers, I mean, Sis doesn't want a man and I suppose you two 
never... wanted to do it." Sandra turned and looked Martin straight in the 
eyes. "I think you are a very special breed of man, Martin. You're patient 
and considered. You understand women."

Martin couldn't suppress a laugh. "Yeah, just ask Susan how understanding 
and considered I am."

"I don't know what went wrong between the two of you and I don't care, but 
you've always treated me nice and I've never seen you behave badly towards 
women." Before Martin could protest, Sandra added: "Cheating doesn't count.

"My best fantasy is when I surrender myself completely to you. Your rapture 
is so sweet and you take your time, teasing me relentlessly for hours, 
making me come until I think my brain is going to short circuit. You use me 
in every way.  I've dreamt about it so many times and I want to do it, even 
if it is only one time. I know you're going to get married and all and I 
don't want to spoil it for you. I promise I'll never ever tell a soul. Cross 
my heart and hope to die."

"What if I'm not the guy you think I am? I have no experience in the 
domination, bondage, or whatever it is called. It could easily turn into a 
huge disappointment or maybe a nightmare. I could be a really mean sadist, 
given the right opportunity. Don't you think it is better to keep it as a 
fantasy?"

"Nonsense. I know you. You are just the kind of man who will look and listen 
and give me just want I want. Come on, you want it too, I know you do. Ever 
since that night in the car..."

"And what if you really liked it and wanted more?"

Sandra's smile disappeared and she looked very serious. "I will never ever 
tell anyone, especially not Anna. I've learned my lesson. Please say you 
will."

Martin knew he was unable to resist but he still tried to postpone the final 
surrender. "I don't know, Sandra. You are asking a lot of me. You have 
nothing to lose, I have."

"I know. Nobody will find out. I don't want to hurt Anna or Sis. I just want 
to be with you this one time. You can do whatever you want with me. I trust 
you, Martin, and I want to fulfil this fantasy of being totally helpless and 
controlled by you."

Sandra was smiling euphorically as she spoke. Images of Sandra tied to the 
bed, crying out in ecstasy was rummaging in Martin's head. Sandra starred 
dreamily at a point somewhere behind Martin.

"I can almost feel you squeeze my breast and pinch my nipples hard. I can 
feel your teeth dig into me." She squirmed and her eyes returned to Martin's 
face. "Please?"

Martin was out of excuses. Sandra had broken down all his defences and even 
though he knew he was going to regret it, he was powerless.

"The only chance I have is Saturday, not this one but the following," he 
heard himself say.



To be continued...





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