A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 02

As we finished dressing, I thought that had been more interesting than our talk in the bathroom, having to wonder how Elsa looked with nothing on. She had a nice face, and what I hadn't seen was also quite nice. I managed to suppress a smile at the thought.

As we were about to leave the room, I saw the last two cans in the six pack and asked Vicky if she and Elsa would like them. She liked my suggestion and put them in the pockets of her coat. We had to wait for the bus, alone at first, but then two other couples approached, holding hands, so we also held hands. One of the couples embraced. Vicky turned to me, sliding her arm inside my coat. I thought she wanted to kiss, but she smirked and murmured:

"Oh, Milt, I wish I didn't have to go back so early. I just wish we could have done more."

When she smirked again, I understood her joke, wondering if she was intending the others to hear. I murmured:

"Me too, Vicky. Maybe next weekend, when you can."

She pinched me, and I felt a puff of air from her silent snort. I had surprised her with my reply, but she picked up on the implication that she was having her period, and replied:

"We probably shouldn't have gone so far, knowing that it would be frustrating."

"You didn't tell me, or discourage me."

"Thought you would know -- from the last time."

We heard the bus approaching and kissed. The bus left, and I returned to my room. Of course, I knew when she had her period, almost without counting now. Then I remembered that we hadn't remade my bed and rushed back, thankful that we hadn't stayed in the room as long as we could have. I remade my bed and put the empty cans in the wastepaper basket and wiped up in the bathroom, folding Vicky's wet towel and putting it out of sight. Tim could know what we did, but we didn't have to remind.

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On the bus, Vicky wondered if the girls at the bus stop had overheard the facetious conversation she had started with her brother. Like "fish" they hadn't done as much as they wanted! They had done everything they could want to do, why she was taking an earlier bus than she had expected.

She knew that Elsa hadn't had a date that evening. She had had a couple, at least, gone out some Saturday nights. "Date?" Why had she suggested that her brother could want to date her? And then he had suggested that she and Elsa shower together. If he knew that they already had, were! He had been so right about girls enjoying it, both ways, and they would in the morning.

What had Elsa been doing? Thinking about whatever she thought Milt and she did together? If she had been in Elsa's position, she would have been. Vicky frowned with the thought that Elsa might not like the thought she had spent the whole afternoon and evening with her supposed boyfriend doing something better than the two of them could do together. Was it better? Not when Elsa helped her have an orgasm as good as one could be. Elsa was going to be surprised that she returned early than expected.

Elsa was. It was late enough that she was already in bed, but wide awake when the door opened. She asked:

"Back already?"

"Um-hmm. Hope I didn't wake you up."

"No, just went to bed. You can turn on a light."

Vicky turned on her desk lamp, and they smiled at each other. Elsa sat up, moving back on the bed. When the covers dropped down in her lap, she almost covered her breasts, then remarking:

"Kind of funny, naked, with you still in your coat and clothes."

"I'll get them off as fast as I can."

"Why so early? Nothing wrong, I hope."

"Oh no! On the contrary."

"Oh, that's good. Couldn't help but think about you."

"Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, that's what boys are for. Well, not just 'that,' of course."

"We hope not," Vicky replied with slight smile, then adding:

"Oh, he said that he thought you are nice, too."

"Thanks. Had to think about him to, if you don't mind."

"Thinking about both of us?"

Elsa nodded with erect nipples and watched Vicky take off her bra and panties, then murmured:

"That's better," and brushed her forearm over her nipples, seeing Vicky fluff up her pubic hair.

Then she answered Vicky's question:

"Yeah, you like that now, of course, and him too, but I could just imagine how he looks -- like that."

"Hm-hmm! Don't have to ask what you were thinking."

"No!" Elsa replied with a grin.

Vicky glance back and forth at their beds, and said:

"We had a shower afterwards; don't need to do anything."

"With me either, I am sure. Hm-hmm! I don't either."

"Thinking about us?"

Elsa nodded with smirk. Vicky grinned, also nodding, and replied:

"We can still sleep together, and maybe you want to tell - if you 'don't either'."

Elsa nodded and held up her covers, remarking: "I won't ask."

Vicky turned out the light and slipped in bed with her, and they got comfortable, thighs immediately overlapping, arms around each other. Elsa murmured:

"Nice, but a little funny, knowing you were like this with him."

"Two different worlds, just nice. Not 'just nice,' nice without the 'funny'."

"I understood before. ... Yeah, tell. Oh it was good! I had told myself that I wanted to study all afternoon; I need to. But then, well, I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing. When I heard the church bell ring, reminding me that the game was starting, but knowing you weren't there, I couldn't help but think about what you were probably doing.

"I gave up on studying. Shit! Right in the middle of the afternoon, I started to take off my clothes!To hell with studying, I had to do it. Got my towel and folded it once under my bottom -- just in case. It was good, better than ever before by myself, but not as good as with you."

"Not good enough," Vicky suggested.

"And I didn't have anything better to do, and my fingers weren't as good as yours, and certainly not as good as what he has."

"Our fingers aren't!"

"If I was going to do it again, with something better. I felt wicked looking for something, all naked in the middle of afternoon, looking in the bathroom: toothbrush too small, hair brush handle too large ... "

"But actually about the right size," Vicky interjected."

"If you say so. I'll remember, if I have to again. Bottles, tubes? Then I found a highlighter, yours I'm afraid."

"If it worked?"

"Oh, it did! The small end first. You know, the one that's tapered, with the cap tapered the other way."

Vicky nodded with chuckle, as Elsa continued:

"The end is just a little smaller than my two fingers, but it's longer. Mmmm! My pussy ...! Oh, I never said that before! Too late! My pussy squeezed it. You know what my hand was doing. I had to keep shoving in back in, but that was also good."

"Of course, like he was," Vicky enjoined, only then realizing what she had said.

"His fingers?!"

"His 'something else'."

Hm-hmm! Like I was thinking he was."

"He was. And?"

"Then I discovered that I could use a finger of my hand to keep shoving it back in, to keep it from popping out. That happened once. But then I had a hand free for my nipples."

"Hm-hm-hmm!" Vicky chuckled, then asking:

"Want me to?"

"Mmmm! If you want to."

Vicky's hand slid back from around Elsa and found her breast. Elsa nodded with a hum and continued:

"Hardly have to tell you that that was better, and with my fantasies of what I thought you could be doing."

"We were. Hope it was as good."

"Yeah, good enough that I was glad I had thought of the towel."

"That good?! Hm-hmm! You don't need my help any more."

"I can't suck my nipples."

"Oh, that's good. I was worried that I couldn't do it again with you."

"Hmmm! You'd better, 'cause I want to with you."

"Not tonight, but if you want me to suck them ...?"

Vicky's fingers were doing everything they could with Elsa's nipple, just not suck. Elsa's thighs clamped together on Vicky's, and she murmured:

"I thought I didn't need to again."

"You do," Vicky replied, her hand urging Elsa to roll back.

Only a moment later, Vicky's mouth was sucking where her fingers had been, and two of them were sliding into Elsa's tight, already wet pussy. Elsa moaned. For a moment, Vicky remembered talking with her brother, wondering what he would think if he knew that she and Elsa were way past just taking showers with each other, but only for a moment. Then she was delighting in what her mouth and fingers were doing, and at hearing Elsa's aroused moans. It felt so good to have her fingers in a pussy again; they just loved to wriggle and thrust and make it squeeze them. Her own pussy wanted fingers or a cock in it.

When she moved her mouth to Elsa's nearer breast - such nice little hard nipples! - she remembered the highlighter. Her finger must be better that a piece of plastic, they had to be, and it couldn't enjoy what her fingers could: feeling the pussy a little spongy here, firmer there, when she twisted her hand. And the pussy loved wherever they wriggled, squeezing.

Elsa moaned, and Vicky moaned -- sucking and nibbling -- thinking that Elsa maybe didn't need it, but she sure wanted it, and she wanted to give it to her and have the gratification of feeling her pussy fill her hand with its warm juice.

A minute or two later, they both got what they wanted. Elsa gasped and whimpered, as her hips bucked up and her pussy flooded Vicky's fingers and hand, as she moaned in aroused empathy, feeling her own pussy go moist. She was accustomed now to Elsa's coming sooner than she had the first time with her fingers in her pussy, but it seemed that she had come even sooner this time.

She raised her head and licked her palm and sucked her fingers, then wondering if Elsa had licked hers, when she had been by herself. After another sigh, Elsa chuckled and said:

"I like the way we taste too, now."

"That's good."

"Um-hmm. Are you sure you don't want me to do it to you?"

Vicky was tempted, but thought that could suggest to Elsa that what she and her brother had done hadn't been enough. It had been; Elsa should think that it had been, that really fucking was better than what they could do. She shook her head and replied:

"Pretty sure. I came back earlier because we had done enough."

"That's good, must have been."

They relaxed, lying like they had been. After a few moments, Elsa chuckled and said:

"Thanks. Maybe I didn't 'need' it, but I sure wanted it then. Should have left the towel on the bed."

"Kind of nice to feel that is wet, knowing why."

"Um-hmm. Oh, I did it again, with the cap end of the highlighter. Then it didn't want to pop out. Mmmm! Twisting it was good. I couldn't do that with just one hand, but I could still sort of tap it, feeling it deep in me."

"While you could played with your nipples."

"Of course. Hm-hmm! It was a little difficult to fish it back out."

"All of it in there?!"

"Nothing was sticking out."

"Hmm! Yeah, I guess, don't think his is longer than that."

"His ...? Oh, of course."

They chuckled, rubbing each other's back, and then said goodnight. Vicky rolled over, and Elsa drew her closer with her arm around her, her hand on her breast. Vicky fell asleep recalling the conversation with her brother: 'date', his wanting her to shower with Elsa. They would in the morning -- again, as usual. His explanation of why girls would like to had been so right. Would she and Elsa ever do in the shower what she and Milt had done? Would she really want him to pee in her mouth?

Early in the morning, earlier than usual, Vicky had to go to the bathroom. A sleepy looking Elsa followed her, waiting to use the toilet. When she had, they smiled slightly and both shrugged.

"Still very early," Vicky said.

"Back to bed?"

Vicky nodded with a better smile, and they did, again lying with their arms around each other, their thighs comfortably overlapping.

"Nice," Elsa murmured.

"Um-hmm."

"Yesterday, I was suddenly a little worried that you wouldn't think so, coming straight from him."

"Said it last night: 'two worlds'.

"Just one for me, at least till now."

"You'll enjoy the other one."

"I will, just when? After that one time, I shied away from letting too much happen with guys. Oh, I was aroused and wanted to, but didn't let it."

"I can imagine, like most of us girls, not from a bad experience, just thinking we shouldn't: morals, parents, all that."

"Um-hmm, less of that for me, just the bad experience. Mom must have assumed that my sister and now I wouldn't stay virgins in college, letting me have the pill. She, of course, didn't know that I already wasn't one."

"Didn't count, better if you had been."

"Yeah, and I don't want stay one, as much of one as I still am."

"We didn't either, Milt and I, why we did it last summer."

"Sounds like you just didn't 'do it'."

"I guess not, we didn't, we don't."

"I won't ask," Elsa murmured, but rubbed Vicky's back encouragingly.

"We're cousin's ..."

"Oh!" Elsa interjected.

"Fathers are brothers, why we have the same name."

"Didn't know Milt's."

"Yeah, our parents went to Europe, leaving us to care for the houses, and well, ... I was going to say that we didn't have anything better to do. We joked about what we thought college would be like, and admitted that we both hadn't slept with someone."

"So you did?"

"Obviously! And then we really didn't have anything better to do."

"Oooh! All the time your parents' were in Europe?"

"Four weeks."

"And then, having to wait till you both were here?"

"Except for a couple of times."

Vicky was hoping she could remember her story to tell her brother and avoid any discrepancies, if he and Elsa should ever be together and talking. Not just talking, she realized she was thinking.

Elsa rubbed her back again, and chuckled, replying:

"More than kissing cousins."

"Yes! Hm-hmm! I wonder if 'kissing cousins' implies more."

"I haven't kissed mine."

Vicky was about to say: Want to kiss mine?" but didn't, but had to chuckle at the idea.

"What was that for?" Elsa asked.

"I almost replied: 'Want to kiss mine?"

"Oh, that's funny! You don't really want me to?"

"No, it just sounded like you might have wanted to kiss one of yours, and that popped in my head."

"He's nice, the one time I met him, but he's your 'kissing cousin'."

"And if he weren't, and not my boyfriend, like you had been thinking?"

"Hmm? Nicer than the couple I have met. I would date him, if he invited me out."

"Shall I ask him?"

"You really want us to?! Did he already say so?"

"No, just that he thought you were nice."

"What else should he say about his cousin's roommate?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, this is crazy! I date him, knowing that you two sleep with each other, and us .... You haven't told him about us, have you?!"

"No! I like to think that he wouldn't mind."

"You two are something! What makes you think that?"

"'Kissing cousins.' After our shower, he got to wondering if girls would like to take showers together, saying that the one probably enjoy feeling her breasts washed by anyone else, and that the other one would enjoy feeling another girl's breasts."

"Hmm?! Sure you didn't tell him that?"

"No, didn't even admit that he was right."

"He was," Elsa remarked with a grin, and they both rubbed the other's back.

"That's why I thought he wouldn't mind about us, if he could imagine that, envision it; he said he would like to watch."

"Watch us, see me naked?"

"He didn't say that."

"Hmm? Just envisioning you, but with whom else, if not me."

"Probably, whom else."

"Undressing me with his eyes, when I see him again?"

"Wear a bra that doesn't let show that you're thinking that."

"After all our talk, I probably won't have think just about that."

"I can tell him not to stare."

"I've got one that doesn't show anything, you know, padded cups."

"You don't need it any more."

"Before he sees them trying to pop out? You think about it and let him see yours, they're bigger, anyway."

"I don't want to distract him, besides, he sees enough of them without a bra."

"Doesn't just see them."

"No, he likes to suck them as much as you do."

"Hmmmm! Thanks for reminding me!"

Vicky hadn't meant her remark to be a suggestion.

The college church bells had chimed another quarter hour, before Vicky rolled back from sucking Elsa's nipple and sucked her fingers, like Elsa had after hers had been in Vicky's pussy. Elsa sighed and then chuckled and said:

"We taste good. She chuckled again and added: "Better than some foreign foods."

"Much, you especially."

"No, you," Elsa countered.

Vicky snorted and said:

"He thinks we taste good too, well, me, but if I like how you taste, ..."

"He licks his fingers too?" Elsa interjected.

Vicky hadn't intended her remark to lead to a question. She hesitated a moment and then replied:

"Not just his fingers."

There was a long pause before Elsa responded:

"Oh? What else?"

"Me."

"There?!"

"You weren't going to ask. Yes, there."

"He does, where I think?"

"Where else?"

"Oh?!"

There was another long pause. Vicky suddenly realized that her remark and Elsa's so surprised responses could be an introduction to what else they could do together. She let Elsa be first to say something.

"Oh? ... He really does that, and likes to, and you like him to?"

Vicky only nodded. After a moment, Elsa almost whispered:

"I've heard about that, but didn't believe people really did it. Well, of course, some must, but I thought 'libertines' or whatever."

"He does, and we both like it," Vicky replied softly.

"Oh? If you do?"

Vicky just nodded again. There was another long pause, and then Elsa had startled expression and said:

"Oh?! What do you do? You don't do that?!"

Vicky nodded again. Elsa's expression had changed to one of shock. Vicky nodded again and murmured:

"If I know what you mean, yes, I do."

"You do that?!"

"I guess I know what you mean. I do. Do I have to put it in words."

"No! Let's take a shower, like your cousin wants us to. I have to digest this."

"I do too," Vicky murmured, but thinking about swallowing and digesting her brother's semen.

During their shower, they left that topic and returned to the less ticklish one of Milt's impression of how much girls enjoyed washing each other, agreeing that he was right, as they fondled each other's breasts and washed each other's pussy. When they were finished, Vicky pulled back the shower curtain and exclaimed: "Oh, he's watching!"

Elsa blushed and instinctively held her hands before her aroused breasts and pussy. Vicky grinned at the success of her joke, liking that Elsa had been so involved in their talking that she reacted that way. Elsa smiled with an abashed expression, and then said:

"We've been talking about him too much."

"You've been thinking about him too much, but you were a perfect model for a statue of Venus."

Elsa smiled wryly. They dried themselves and got dressed and hurried to breakfast, late, but before the door closed.

The following weekend, Vicky would have her period, out of phase with Elsa's, which weren't so regular. Vicky suggested to Milt that he invite her and Elsa to a sports event and dinner, reminding him that he had saved the expense of tickets for football games they hadn't attended. He agreed, ignorant of his sister's motivation. She had convinced herself that she would be doing Elsa a big favor by getting them hooked up, that Elsa needed a good experience with a guy to wipe away her misgivings, reluctance. With whom better than her brother -- supposed cousin -- if she could make him willing.

Elsa liked her plan, also not cognizant of her motivation. Saturday morning, she remarked:

"It's not a date, but I'm still not sure about this. Am I supposed to be nice to him?"