A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 04

I went to bed and waited to hear that Tim was sleeping. It wasn't yet the night before Christmas, and it wasn't visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, when I heard his slow, even breathing. Even if Elsa didn't want us to sleep with each other, I fantasized how it could be, how she would look: breasts like the artist's Venus, pale pink nipples. What was her pubic hair like, as blond as that on her head? How could her pussy differ from my sister's? She should at least let me lick it, since they did that with each other. Right at this moment?! Lucky girls! What would Vicky tell her to make her interested? Would Elsa ask how we had spent the afternoon and find that arousing? Arousing enough to immediately agree to come with me to the room? Or would we just talk and do something else? What? Not look for paintings with my sister's nice breasts. Or would she just not admit that she wanted to, and want me to talk her into it: all hers and mine - "You really want us to?"

I wanted her to, and stopped asking questions, fantasizing what could happen: kissing, of course, sucking her nice little nipples, her holding my cock. She want to see what could happen, see what my sister liked to have shoot in her mouth. She ought to want to taste it a little, knowing that Vicky liked it. And her pussy would taste so good. I was licking my lips. If she let me do that, she couldn't help but want to have my cock in her tight pussy.

It did what it would have done there. So much, even after all Vicky and I had done! I wiped it up and licked my fingers, needing three or four wipes to find it all on my chest and stomach. If she made me come like that, maybe I shouldn't do that, or would that make her less reserved about tasting it herself?

I sighed and rolled on my side and fell asleep.

* * *

During the bus ride back to her college, Vicky smiled to herself, pleased with everything that had happened and especially with her brother's admitting that he wanted to sleep with Elsa. But first, she wanted to sleep with her, and wondered if she would already be in bed sleeping. Had she again done it to herself all afternoon, thinking about them? Using the highlighter, or something better? She didn't really need to do anything more when she got back to their room, just crawl in bed with Elsa and put her arm around her. In the morning, they would both want to.

Elsa was in bed, but when Vicky opened the door, she remarked sleepily:

"There you are. Have a good time?"

"Um-hmm. Just want to sleep with you."

"Mmmm! I was hoping so."

A couple of minutes later, Vicky crept under the covers behind Elsa and drew her knees up behind hers and found her breast with her hand. "Nice," Elsa murmured, holding her hand over Vicky's, and they fell asleep.

In the morning, they were lying on their other sides, Elsa's arm around Vicky. Vicky was awakened, when Elsa's hand found her breast and then heard her soft hum of a sigh. She hummed in return and held Elsa's hand. It squeezed her breast gently, and then she murmured:

"Maybe you don't want to after what you did with him yesterday."

"Hmmm? I told him why it was so good with us, knowing how it was feeling for each other."

"You did?"

"Why not? It is."

"It is, but did you have to tell him?"

"He liked that we do, liked that too."

"Hmm? He did?"

"Well, he did say that guys don't like competition, even if she looks like Venus."

"You two talk too much about me."

"I thought that was nice, that he remembered."

"Hmm?! I'm not sure."

"I'd like that a guy thought about me that way."

"You don't need one to, you and your kissing cousin. No, I won't ask what else you did."

"Everything."

"I didn't ask."

They were silent of a few seconds, but Elsa's hand was not just squeezing Vicky's breast, catching her stiffened nipple between its fingers. Vicky hummed with a nod, then said:

"Before I forget, before we do anything, I invited him to the concert next weekend."

"Oh? Thought you would both wanted to again."

"His roommate needs their room."

"Nice for him."

"Only fair, since he hasn't needed it till now."

"Turn about is fair play."

"Um-hmm."

Elsa's hand found Vicky's other breast and its nipple. Vicky hummed again and murmured:

"I didn't forget ..."

"Mmmm! And want to do something?"

"With your fingers doing that?"

"I was hoping so; I only did it three times yesterday, well, again last night, waiting for you."

"About like us."

They chuckled warmly, and Vicky scrambled around on the bed. Many minutes later, after many aroused moans, they relaxed with wet faces. Vicky remembered lying with her brother like that and reached back and found Elsa's breast, who then found Vicky's. Vicky murmured:

"No four hands yesterday."

"No, but the highlighter. The next time I looked for something else."

"What?"

"Hm-hmm! Lots of things in the bathroom. Deo looked too big; toothpaste tube."

"Good?"

"Not the one we've been using, the new one."

"Better than the highlighter?"

"I thought so; bigger and longer."

"Hm-hmm! Get the giant size next time."

"Oooh! Is his that big?!"

"No, I was just joking, but maybe a little bigger than the tube you used."

"You'd know."

"You want to?"

"You really want us to! You're not telling him that I do, are you?"

"No! And he hasn't said that he does."

"But you really want us to?"

"I guess so, like I've already explained. Oh, he says that too, also that he thinks it's a crazy idea."

"Hmm? At least that's good; we both do."

"Maybe it is. Crazy things do happen."

"Hmm?! I got to go."

"Me too."

They got up. In the bathroom, they both glanced at the toilet and then at each other with shrugs, glancing at the shower, then with slight smirks. They "went" all over each others legs, chuckling as they twisted their hips. As she turned on the shower, Elsa remarked:

"You did that with him too, yesterday."

"Um-hmm, his small water hose."

"Hmm? I guess so, if you do everything else, playing with it too."

"Something like that."

Vicky didn't want to tell her what "something like that" had really been. But when she was washing Elsa, when her hand was doing a little more than washing her ass, Vick'y fingers rubbed the soft spot below the base of Elsa's spine. She hadn't done that before. Elsa snorted softly. Vicky murmured:

"We wash each other there too."

Before Elsa could reply, Vicky's fingers rubbed further down in the cleft between the cheeks of Elsa's ass. Her ass muscles tightened involuntarily, as she snorted with an "uhn!" but when they relaxed, and Vicky's fingers brushed over her asshole, Elsa just snorted again and responded:

"Oooh! You do? Like that?"

"Um-hmm," Vicky replied, her fingers brushing again and feeling it twitch.

"Oooh! You do!"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm! Feels funny. With your bare fingers?"

"Just washing, them too."

"Hm-hmm! I guess so. You do that, he does, you both like it?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm! Just never thought it would feel like that."

"We didn't either, but if it feels good, a little raunchy."

"Very raunchy. Oh?! You want me to do it to you?"

"Um-hmm, but only if you want to."

"Hmm? If you can."

Elsa did. Vicky hummed with a nod, feeling her asshole tighten as Elsa's fingers rubbed over it. Elsa chuckled and said:

"Feels funny. I guess like it did for your fingers."

"Um-hmm, kind of like it liked it."

"Didn't want to admit that, but I guess you two know."

Vicky took that as a suggestion to rub more. Elsa let her with a chuckling hum, but then said:

"Stop it! Making my nipples pop out."

"Mine too."

They both looked down at their four erect nipples and chuckled. Elsa snorted and remarked:

"I guess his don't."

"Too small to have noticed, but he likes it too."

"Like that? His ...?"

"It usually is, anyway, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, yeah, I guess."

Vicky nodded, and they finished their shower. As they were getting dressed, Elsa asked:

"And you invited him to the concert?"

"If you don't mind; seemed ideal, since Tim needs the room."

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"We don't have to hold hands with him or kiss like that again."

"Not here! Both of us?!"

"Could have done wonders for our reputations."

"And how?! But you can, your kissing cousin."

"Not if you don't."

"I won't, especially with your keeping telling us that we really should."

"I never said you should kiss him."

"Worse, suggesting everything else."

"Worse? I thought 'everything else' was better."

"Stop it! Even if you're right."

Elsa smirked. Vicky nodded with a grin and said that she wouldn't say anything all week.

She managed to keep her word, despite Elsa's couple of references to what she and her brother did, after the two of them had taken turns having orgasms. Vicky just replied that she wouldn't say anything, but liking that Elsa couldn't seem to stop thinking about her brother.

Saturday evening, he arrived, a little unsure how the evening would go. When both girls greeted him with nice smiles, however, he smiled and they went to the hall where the concert would start. They all had to sit on the floor, crowded by others wanting to hear Ella Fitzgerald. Sitting cross-legged close together, during the concert, eventually both girls' hands were on his knees. In the dim light, Vicky's slid up on his thigh, her fingers rubbing and squeezing a little. Elsa noticed, but left her hand on his knee, just holding it more than before. They all applauded after a set, and the girls' hands returned to where they had been. Not quite, Vicky's was an inch further up his thigh.

At the end of the concert, while they were applauding again, he quickly helped his cock slide up his thigh. Vicky noticed, giving him a smirk. It was the thigh she had been holding. Elsa hadn't noticed, at least, she gave no indication that she had.

After the concert, the girls accompanied him in the direction of the bus stop. Vicky was very apprehensive about what she would say and how Elsa would react, hoping her brother would remember to start by inviting them both the following weekend. She silently cursed herself for not having called him. She had been too concerned about not mentioning him to Elsa. She was relieved - a little - when he slowed down and said:

"That was wonderful, the concert, and with you both. What do we want to do next weekend?"

"Both of us, all three of us?" Elsa asked, glancing at Vicky.

"I hope so," he replied with a smile in the dark.

Vicky was relieved that he had remembered, but now she had to say something. Elsa and her brother were looking at her. She gave them what she hoped looked like an apologetic smile and said:

"Why don't you two just have a nice day?"

"And you?" he asked with a feigned, quizzical expression.

"You know, I can't. I'd rather stay here, catch up on reading.

"Didn't know you were behind," Elsa replied, not looking at him.

"Not that much, but enough. Go on and have a good time."

Elsa glanced at him, almost with a scowl. He said:

"That would be nice too, just with you."

"If you really want to?" she replied.

The three of them almost managed to suppress their expressions at hearing her say that. She quickly added:

"I didn't mean it like that."

They all broke out in laughter. Elsa was blushing, but it couldn't be seen in the dark. When they had caught their breath, he said:

"I'm sure you didn't."

They all nodded with smiles, and he said:

"Then you'll come? We can do something else, anything you want."

Elsa nodded with a smile and replied:

"Okay, the science museum; no paintings there."

"The science museum and dinner."

"If you insist, and promise that no one will want to borrow me."

"I insist, and I won't."

They all smiled. Vicky murmured:

"No kisses, even if we want to."

Her brother and Elsa chuckled and nodded with smiles. He asked what bus she would be taking, and they parted. The girls went to their room. On the way, Elsa suddenly asked:

"You really want us to?"

"He said that he understood that you didn't mean it that way.

"I sure hope so!"

"He said it," Vicky replied, innerly smiling to herself.

Neither of the girls mentioned him the following week.

* * *

On the way alone to the bus stop, I didn't know if I should grin or be worried about how it would be to meet Elsa. Would she, wouldn't she "really want to"?! At least, I had disarmed her having used the expression that my sister had said that we both used. Whatever, it would be a nice day; she was good company, and certainly attractive enough that no one would wonder why I was dating her. At the bus stop, I admonished myself for that egotistical thought - but she was attractive, the artist's impression of how Venus could have looked. Could she have been blond? I thought most Greek girls weren't, but maybe that made a blonde Venus especially attractive in their eyes. Oh, but it was an Italian artist, and his favorite model. Elsa had known that. If he thought Venus should be blond, I did too.

During the week, of course, I wondered what the girls were doing, if Vicky was getting any more "You really want us too?" questions, and how My sister might reply. Towards the end of the week, I remembered that her period had started, that they probably weren't doing anything together. Then I realized that I should have rubbers, just in case Elsa did really wanted to.

Saturday morning, when I put fresh sheets on my bed, I wondered if I should put the rubbers under my pillow, but then decided that I didn't want it to appear that I had been anticipating too much and put them in my toilet kit, as though I just always had them somewhere. With the same thought, I didn't buy beer in advance. If we did go to my room, if she agreed to, it would look better if I then suggested getting a six pack. With butterflies in my stomach, I went to meet her at the bus stop.

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As mentioned at the start of this chapter, I think readers will understand why it ends here. The sequel will have the title "Elsa: will she or won't she?" I will admit that I hope the new title will attract readers who have not been following this series. There will be a long introduction to put them in the picture, which you can skip.

Some readers may wonder if Ella Fitzgerald actually gave a concert in a women's college. She did, I was there, but - unfortunately - not with anyone like Vicky or Elsa. Also unfortunately, it will be two weeks before I can post the new story.