A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 03

"How should I introduce you?"

"I'm just your cousin," Vicky replied.

"'Kissing cousin'," Elsa remarked spontaneously, then blushing.

"She knows; we've been joking about that," Vicky explained.

He glanced over at Elsa and asked:

"So what are you?"

"Her roommate."

"Nice roommate," he replied and squeezed her hand, she squeezing his in response, giving him a smile.

They all enjoyed the glances they received in the dining room. When it filled up, someone did joined them and introduced himself. Milt introduced both girls. The guy smiled and then smirked slightly and said:

"I know, you're going to tell me that one of them is just your sister."

Before Vicky could say anything, Milt grinned and replied:

"No, they're both my girlfriends."

They all chuckled, and then he replied:

"I don't believe you, don't want to."

"I do, but you're half right, Vicky is my cousin."

"And I'm her roommate, and you can't 'borrow' either of us," Elsa added.

"Hmm? Before I could ask."

Vicky explained:

"Last week, we got to go to party because I agreed that a guy could borrow me."

"Lucky guy. Then you're both from ...?"

"How'd you guess?" Vicky replied.

"Too witty to be from one of the junior colleges in town."

They all smiled and enjoyed their meal and small talk. When the three of them were back outside, Vicky took his hand again. With shrug and smile, then Elsa also did. They all glanced at each other. Then Elsa glanced at Vicky again and said:

"We don't really have to go to the movie."

Vicky nodded slightly. Elsa looked at him and added:

"Unless you really want to?"

He squeezed her hand and replied:

"I was beginning to think that it would be nice to sit holding hands with two girls, maybe with my arms around both of them."

"And then doing what people do in the back of theaters with both of them?" Vicky asked with a smirk.

"If you wanted me too?" he replied, squeezing their hands, surprised that Elsa also squeezed his.

"Doesn't sound like we would watch the movie," Vicky said, squeezing his hand again.

"No," Elsa replied softly, squeezing his other hand.

They chuckled softly, again, when he took their arms around behind their backs, and they slowly walked in the direction of the bus stop. After a few steps, Vicky slipped her hand from his and slid her arm around his waist. He snorted, and drew Elsa's hand behind his waist. She was surprised, until she felt Vicky's fingers. With a nod and chuckle, she changed hands, and his returned around her waist. He felt the girls grasp hands, and hugged them a little closer for a moment. Vicky glanced over at him with a grin and nod and soft hum. He gave Elsa a separate hug, and then she also glance over at him with smile. Then she chuckled and murmured:

"No one is going to think they can borrow one of us now."

"And I would only lend out my cousin."

"Your 'kissing cousin'."

"If she wants to," he replied, Vicky remarking:

"She does, but only if you kiss my roommate. I have to live with her, we have to be fair."

"If you don't object. Mmmm! You didn't last week."

"Elsa chuckled softly and replied:

"I sure didn't. The best kiss I've had in weeks, the only one."

"I thought it was better than that. I mean, if it was the only one, not much for comparison."

"You're right. Hm-hmm! Never told anyone that I wanted to kiss him."

"You still haven't, but I won't ask."

Elsa nodded, without looking at him, but her other hand found his on her waist. They walked on, then Vicky murmured:

"They're going to be surprised at the bus stop."

Milt and Elsa didn't respond, just holding their hands tighter. As they approached the bus stop, they slowed down near a tree that shaded them from the street light. Elsa's hand didn't release his. He drew her closer around to him. They were wearing overcoats, but they got shove aside, and they were embracing and kissing, his other arm still around his sister. They kissed as intensely as they could, until they had to come up for air. Elsa moaned with sigh, but murmured: "Your kissing cousin."

When he turned to Vicky, she was waiting with her coat open. His hand was still around her coat, but one of hers was inside his, immediately finding his crotch, helping his swollen cock to move around and up. When they had to come up for air, it was more than just swollen. She murmured: "Your other girlfriend."

When he drew Elsa closer, their mouths met before their bodies were clasped together. His cock surged, and she moaned, her tongue thrusting in his mouth and caressing his, holding her hips against his. Before they had to catch their breath, Vicky whispered:

"Enough, someone is watching."

They stopped. Elsa gave a disappointed sounding moan, but chuckled. He murmured:

"Let's stay here till the bus comes."

They stood together like they had before, arms around each other. Elsa chuckled and said:

"You and your two girlfriends. After last week, I was sort of wondering what would happen here, not quite that."

"I don't think it would have happened last week, might not have even kissed Vicky with you there."

"Hm-hmm! Thank the guy who wanted to borrow me," Vicky rejoined.

They chuckled with nods, and waited for the bus. When it was in sight, he quickly kissed each of the girls again, and they went to the bus stop. As the others were getting on, Vicky smirked and said:

"Tell Tim that he has to do something else next Saturday."

Milt nodded with a grin. Elsa chuckled with a shrug and smile. He watched them get on the bus and find seats in the back, waving as the bus departed.

On the bus, after a few moments, Elsa said softly:

"Sure didn't think that would happen."

"You didn't mind?"

"Hmmm? If you didn't, if he didn't."

"Didn't look like it."

"No."

They were silent for a while, then Vicky held Elsa's hand. She squeezed it, not looking over at Vicky, and they both purred with slight smiles, just looking straight ahead. After while, Vicky murmured:

"Good suggestion to forgo the movie, now we can study some."

"I wasn't thinking about doing that."

"I wasn't either," Vicky replied, and their hands squeezed again.

During the rest of the bus ride, Vicky was thinking that it had all gone so much better than she had hoped: Milt's planning and comments, Elsa's responses, her own inspired idea of finding the picture in the book, and that Elsa hadn't denied that her figure was like that of Botticelli's Venus, even picked up on the theme, saying her sister's were bigger than hers. She had to chuckle.

Elsa asked:

"What was that for?"

"Just remembered how you told us your sister's were bigger."

"Uhn! You would; hope he didn't, doesn't."

"Hm-hmm! Want him to think yours are big enough?"

"Stop it! They are for me."

"For me too."

"You're mean!" Elsa replied, but squeezed Vicky's hand and chuckled softly.

When they got off the bus, they hurried back to their room. Elsa smirked and said:

"Didn't know you were so eager to study."

"Study your pussy; I want to see it."

"Oooh! That's a naughty idea."

"It is, I am."

"Mmmm! Me too!"

With chuckling purrs, they got to their room and began to undress. When they were naked, Vicky looked at Elsa and said:

"I was right, just like Venus."

Elsa covered her breast and pussy, a reflex; she also had blushed slightly. Vicky grinned and said:

"You're lucky, twice: that we didn't see a statue of Venus like that; and that I didn't say: 'Here she is, Elsa.'"

"You are mean. At least he said yours looked like those in one painting."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe we can go back and find a painting with ones that really are more like mine."

"With him, without me. Peepee."

They hurried to the bathroom. Vicky again used the shower, this time not hiding her stream from Elsa's view, who snickered and said:

"Going to have to wash your feet."

Vicky did, trying to keep the rest of herself away from the shower. They washed their pussies and dried themselves, smirking and snickering, and returned to the room. Vicky flung back the covers on her bed and commanded:

"Lie down, across the bed."

Elsa did with a chuckle, as Vicky dropped to her knees. Elsa spread her thighs and said:

"You'd better not just look."

"I'm not that mean!"

Vicky put her hands behind Elsa's thighs and urged her to draw them. With a chuckle, Elsa did, obligingly letting the flop to the side. Vicky stared at her pussy, enjoying the view of what she already knew: that Elsa's dark blond hair didn't extend down between her thighs; that it just lightly covered her nice Venus mound; and – what she hadn't known – that between her pussy lips she was lovely shades of pink. She hummed: pink, but already moist. She chuckled and said:

"I thought you dried yourself."

"Hm-hmm! I did, but then, when you said you weren't that mean."

"Mmmm! He would love it. We once looked at mine with a hand mirror."

"He's not here! You 'love' it!"

"Pretty pussy," Vicky murmured, and then her mouth was on it.

She 'loved' it, she loved it, delighting as her tongue tasted it and explored everywhere she knew would feel good on her own pussy – now also moist pussy. Encouraged by Elsa's moans, she made it even wetter, until Elsa was whimpering, her hips twitching. Then she was gasping and lost control of her body. When she spurted, Vicky tried to catch in her mouth, but most of it flooded her chin and cheeks, but she loved that too. When she tried to lap up as much as she could, her tongue almost touched Elsa's asshole, close enough to it that she responded with an "Oooh!"

She raised her head and saw that Elsa's eyes were closed and that she was holding her breasts. She waited for her to stop sighing and then asked:

"Did I 'love' it enough?"

"Mmmm! You did!"

"I did too."

Hmmm! Like I want to, yours."

They both purred and changed places. Vicky immediately drew her thighs, her Venus mound swelling between her thighs. Elsa stared and murmured:

"Yours is pretty too."

"He thinks so."

"Can he do it as good as you did?"

"Hmm? He makes me come as good as you did. Do it, and I can tell you if you do it better than he can."

"Hm-hmm! You'd better, or I won't do it again."

"You do, I already know you do. I'll just tell him that he has to do better."

"You're going to tell him about us?!"

"He'll like knowing that you're like me, enjoying both worlds."

"But he doesn't yet know that you do."

"No, so I'll be admitting that I do, as much as admitting that we both do."

"Hmm?!" Elsa responded.

"He won't mind, not the way you were kissing him."

"And I was kissing him. Hm-hmm! Felt that he was liking it."

"Like that? But he isn't here: just me and and my tongue, and now, you and yours."

Elsa nodded with a grin and lowered her face to Vicky's pussy.

Vicky knew how good it was going to be, like when her brother licked her pussy, the only shortcoming was that Elsa wasn't him and wouldn't be able to rise up and fuck her. Next Saturday!

She forgot about that, and didn't remember, when she had come and Elsa rose up and dropped down her, finding her mouth with her pussy-soaked face.

They moved around on the bed, getting their legs on it. Elsa was lying on Vicky, one of her legs between Vicky's. After another good kiss, Elsa hummed and said:

"Don't know why you think I should sleep with him."

"Because you said that, to remind you that you like boys."

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I do, but you could make me forget."

"But I can't. You need a reminder."

"Like at the bus stop."

"Better, a little more, a lot more."

"You really want us to."

"Don't you?"

"With your 'kissing cousin'?"

"If he wanted to."

"You're going to tell him?"

"That you want to?"

"I didn't say that!"

"No. It just looked like you two would just have to be left together alone."

"And just go to his room and jump in bed?"

"Well, maybe not quite like that."

"This is crazy!"

Elsa rolled off Vicky and they lay next to each other and were silent. Vicky also thought it was a little crazy, but Elsa had been the one to raise the subject. Crazy things happened. Then Elsa asked:

"What are you going to tell him?"

"About us?"

"I guess."

Maybe he'll ask if we've finally had a shower together, and I can surprise him, that we had before he thought of it."

"And everything else?"

"He thought something would have to happen before that, and was right."

"He was; maybe he understands girls better than some guys."

"Maybe. Of course, he'll like that we do what he likes."

"Tell him that?"

"If he asks; easier than starting at the beginning; he can imagine the rest."

"Hmm? Maybe. Hmmm? And you expect him to say that he wants to, with me?"

"I don't know. I won't say that you want to."

"I haven't!"

"You ought to get the pill, whatever happens. I won't ask if you do. You don't want to wish you had it, when you need it."

"Hmm?" was Elsa's only response.

For a while they didn't say anything. Vicky was thinking about how the conversation with her brother could develop, how she could indirectly get him to ask about showers, may when they took one, but then not in the last minute, so that they would have time to talk. She was so deep in her thoughts, that she was a little startled when Elsa suddenly asked:

"I wonder what he's doing, since we didn't go to the movie."

"Good question. Maybe wondering what we're doing."

"You just want him to."

"Not really, just trying to be witty."

"You know how early it still is?"

"Not early enough to start studying."

"I wasn't thinking of that."

"Uh-oh. Didn't we say that on the bus?"

"Um-hmm. Just so we can go to sleep."

"In your bed, if we do?"

"If it's as good as I want it to be."

"And then you can dream about him, that it's his arm around you."

"You really want me to."

"If you get the pill."

"Don't need it with you."

"Hmm! True. Both of us?"

"Um-hmmm!" Elsa responded cheerfully and began to turn around on the bed.

When they opened their eyes many minutes later, they had to blink them a couple of times to free their lashes of the other's pussy juice, and then were a little surprised that the overhead light was on. Elsa remarked:

"I had always kind of assumed that people always did it in the dark, and certainly was only thinking about couples."

"Um-hmm. Maybe I did too, but then Milt and I did it the first time before lunch."

"Hmm! And now here, of course, afternoons."

"Um-hmm, 'love in the afternoon'," Vicky agreed.

"Do you love him?" Shouldn't have asked."

"We've known each other almost as long as we can remember. Of course, we get on well together, obviously, but it's not like we suddenly had a crush on each other."

"Shouldn't have asked; could have thought something like that."

After a few moments, Vicky asked:

"Wash our faces?"

"Mine needs to be."

"Mine too, and then in your nice dry bed."

"I'll wash your sheets with mine."

Monday, Elsa took her prescription to the nearest drug store, feeling embarrassed when she asked to have it filled by the male druggist, but he didn't give her a second glance, to her relief. She didn't tell Vicky that she had them.

Friday, Milt confirmed that they could have the room, telling Vicky that Tim hadn't really needed it, not the way he had wanted to. Early Saturday afternoon they met as usual.

* * *

I was already chuckling when I greeted my sister and then immediately remarked:

"I didn't expect that; don't know what I expected, but not kissing both of you and that good."

"We didn't either. Better kiss than the week before?"

"Couldn't have been better; that one was just as good."

"Maybe she thinks you're more than just 'nice'."

"I do too – she, not me."

We were walking to my room. Vicky smiled and replied:

"Oh, it was all good, especially your comments about the pictures."

"I was just trying to make it interesting, had to say something, but you topped it by finding that picture of the blonde Venus. Does she really look like that?"

"You want to know? Enough so that she couldn't say that she doesn't."

"I guess you knew that already."

"Yeah, but I wasn't sure the Venus was that much like her figure."

"But she seemed to. She didn't have to tell us that her sister's are bigger."

"Hm-hm-hmm! No!"

We smirked and broke off our conversation until we were in my room. Maybe other college couples would embrace as soon as the door was closed and they had taken off their coats. We weren't like them. Vicky just looked at me with smile and purr and began to unbutton her blouse, murmuring: "three weeks."

"Long weeks, I replied, returning her smile and humming. As we were stripping off our underpants, she murmured:

"You know what I want to do first."

"Mmmm! And then what you want me to do."

"And then . . . Hm-hmm! You already cleared off your desk."

"Just in case."

"What a coincidence!"

We did then embrace and kiss, but only kissed until my tongue was being sucked. She let me retrieve it and murmured:

"I want to suck something else."

"Fingers, toes?" I asked facetiously, as I hopped up on my desk."

"Something else," she replied, ignoring my joke, as she stared at my cock, while she dropped to her knees. Her hand came up under my loose sack and jostled my balls. My cock was already aroused enough, that she didn't have to use her other hand to raise it, just lowering her head and sliding her tongue under it, arousing it more for a few seconds, until it wanted to get in her mouth. She moaned with a slight nod, and her lips slipped around it.

Three long weeks: I had beaten-off during them, like I assumed Tim also did, neither of us making any noise or ever mentioning anything. I thought I had better fantasies than he could have, but none of them was as good as the real thing. I could imagine how it felt and envision how it looked to watch my sister suck my cock, but it was always so arousing to discover how much better her doing it was. When I wasn't in a hurry, I took time to fantasize about licking her pussy and fucking her, but always returned to cocksucking for my orgasm.

I soon knew why. In my fantasies, I forgot to include her aroused moans, longing moans, when my cock twitched and surged, and then her pleased moans, when she made it shoot long spurts in her throat. I had long since found that the best thing was to wipe up the drops on my chest and stomach and lick my fingers, then remembering liking to taste it, when she saved a little to share with a kiss.

Would she this time? It didn't seem like the way her tongue was sloshing it around, savoring it. What did she do - three long weeks? Elsa must too. The way she had kissed, pressing her hips against my stiff cock, she couldn't be frigid.

Vicky let my cock slip out of her mouth and looked up at me, licking her lips and shrugging, and said a little apologetically:

"I just had to swallow it all."

"I thought so, and I want to swallow as much as I can."

"Hmmm! All I can give you."

As we started changing places, I replied:

"As much as I can make you give me."

I loved the taste of her already moist pussy and loved the way it felt on my tongue. When I recalled that, while my hand was on my cock, I sometimes realized that my tongue was moving between my lips, it also wanting to recall the sensations of moving between her pussy lips, playing with her small inner lips, finding her then so wet hole, and then her firm little swelling, where it made her moan and groan.

When my tongue now returned to her wet hole, probing, she liked that too, but then I heard an "hn-unn," and her hips rocked down, and her hands grasped my head, forcing it up and locking my mouth on her little swelling. She didn't want me – my tongue – to play around with prolonging her arousal. I didn't either; I twisted my hips and felt my cock wag. I wasn't going to be able to catch and taste as much of her pussy juice as I wanted to this way, but that wasn't as important as making her pussy squirt as much as it could.