Beth fed her a tumbler of brandy and took her up to her own room. Marni was in a state of shock. She wasn't ashamed. It was just the opposite. Her dream world was now reality, a fact that she wouldn't have to hide any more.
Beth sat with her on the bed and spoke quietly to her, telling her how sorry she was about the whole thing and how terrible she felt that Marni had been dragged into it like she had.
"No. No," Marni insisted.
"What?"
"No… it isn't like that at all, Beth. I mean it. I've been dreaming about this for a long time. I even dreamed that I fucked Tim this afternoon."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's really the opposite. I want to be a part of it. I really do. I want to fuck and suck all of them. It's what I've dreamed about and now it's real. I can do it!"
"I don't think you mean that," Beth said. "I don't think you know what you're talking about."
"I do. I really do. Evidently we're the same. Sexually, I mean. We want and need the same things, you and I. Only you've admitted it and done something about it. I never did."
"And now you want to do the same things?" Beth asked, cocking an eyebrow to her little sister.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"As sure as I'll ever be about anything."
A strange light came into Beth's eyes. She looked deeply into her little sister's eyes. "Then prove it," Beth said.
"How?"
"Make love to me!"
"To you?" Marni said, her eyes growing to saucer like proportions.
"If you can do it with me you really are a swinger, Marni," Beth said. "You see, with us, there's love and there's sex… I just don't want to see you get fouled up and confuse the two."
"But… with you?"
"Just imagine," the older sister continued as she rose from the bed and methodically turned off each light in the room. "If you were in a cup… as we often are, and it was a dark room, even a pitch-black room, like this room is right now, with a great many bodies all entwined around each other. All these bodies are on the bed or the floor and they are all rolling around, flesh to flesh."
"Yes," Marni said, her eyes following her sister's lithe body as it moved from limp to wall switch, to another lamp. She had never realized just how sexy her sister was.
Or had she?
She tried to remember. There was something… and then it was gone.
Beth's robe was tight across her hips and ass. The flesh beneath the material moved sensuously with each movement of the woman's body.
Marni studied her sister as she had never studied her before. The younger girl found it suddenly impossible to look at her sister and not think about sex. Her body reeked with sex. Her slightest movement suggested sex. When she spoke her voice was as sexy as her body. Marni realized that Beth had it all, body and looks. Even her hair, the way it fell over her shoulders when she turned her head, suggested sex.
"If that were to happen," Beth continued, snapping off the last light and moving almost soundlessly back toward the bed and Marni, "then you might very well find your face between your sister's legs. Would my pussy be so different from anyone else's? I mean, could you tell it was your own sister's cunt if it were in the middle of so many bodies? And if you could, Marni, would it make any difference just because it was your sister's? Do you love sex enough that you would go ahead and suck my pussy? Would you suck it because you love sex, Marni?"
It was the strangest sensation Marni had ever encountered and, like the wild session with Tom downstairs, much better than any dream.
It was pitch dark in the room. She could hear but not see Beth's body moving toward her. Then her sister's hands were entwined in her hair. Soft pubic hair tickled her nose, her cheeks, and then her chin. She could smell the sweet musk rising from Beth's cunt. It filled her with awakening desire and Marni could feel her own pussy cascading juices from between her already slick thighs.
"Would you, Marni?" said Beth.
"Would you eat my pussy in the dark even if you knew that it was my pussy?"
"Yes… yes," Marni said.
"Well then…"
Marni slid off the bed to her knees on the floor. She could feel the sensuous body moving above her and she raised her face. The tangy smell got stronger in her inflamed nostrils. She raised her face and felt Beth's cuntal lips being mashed into her lips. The silky thighs spread above her and strong hands pulled her head up until all she could breathe and taste was pussy.
Marni experimented with her tongue. She touched the seething cuntal folds, licked the juice-dripping hair, and nuzzled her nose into the very top of the slit.
"Good… very good, Marni," Beth sighed above her and pulled harder upward with her hands.
Marni's tongue drifted between the hot cuntal lips, savoring both the smell and the tangy flavor. "Pussy," Marni moaned, "pussy or cock or tongue or fucking. All of it I want it all. I must… I must."
Beth was almost shocked at her younger sister's willingness.
Then she was amazed.
Then she was pleased.
"You're not… you must be right," Marni said. "I've known it all along. My dreams were real. What I really wanted was this."
They both fell back onto the bed.
The pounding in Marni's ears was trapped by Beth's squeezing thighs. She drove her tongue into her sister's hole, loving the slick skin-on-skin feeling. Her own thighs were being spread and a finger was inserted into her cunt. Then another, and a third. At the same time her clitoris was being massaged by Beth's expert tongue.
"Oh God, Beth!" she cried. "I love it… I love it… I know I do!"
"So do I, darling," Beth sighed. "Eat me suck my pussy juices!"
Marni's thoughts chased in dizzy circles as she ran her hands over her sister's buttocks and her tongue between the gooey cuntlips. She imagined in the darkness Beth's tanned nakedness around her. She felt the flesh against her, the smooth breasts rocking against her belly while the hungry mouth devoured her seeping pussy.
Little firecrackers of color exploded before her eyes as Beth's tongue did magic things between her thighs.
Fascinated by her own reaction, Marni's mind zoomed outside itself. She seemed to be looking down at the two writhing, sex-inflamed forms churning together on the wide bed. She wondered why revulsion didn't set into her thoughts as she buried her head between her own sister's wet, yielding thighs.
And then she knew.
It was because she was her mother's daughter, and her sister's sister. She remembered sharing a room with Beth when they were children. She remembered seeing her beautiful older sister undressing and admiring herself in the mirror. Her flowering tits and the sprinkling of pubic hair over her pussy had been just enough of a mystery to Marni that the younger girl loved her instead of envying her.
She and Beth had always loved each other. They had always given each other the love they didn't seem to get from anyone else. But then Beth had gotten married and left her. But now she was back, Beth was back and Marni was loving her… and Beth was loving Marni.
Again Marni remembered all those things about her sister's naked body and realized that even then she had wanted to do just exactly what she was doing right now.
"Faster… faster," Beth urged from somewhere at the foot of the bed.
Marni felt a ripple of joy go through Beth's body as she returned her tongue between her sister's cuntal walls. Her tongue found Beth's clitoris. She teased and worried it with both her teeth and her tongue, taking her cue from what Beth's tongue was now doing to her own pussy.
The more Marni tongued and sucked the more Beth's body went into spasms. The older girl clawed and babbled until Marni knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Her hips began to undulate, then rock back and forth. They seemed to be pleading in their desire.
Marni found her breasts and kneaded them. They felt as good in her hands as did pressing her tongue into Beth's furry cuntal slot. With a driving singleness of purpose Marni rammed her tongue deep, probing with the fiery tip. At the same time she writhed her own hips as she felt her sister match the insistence of Marni's tongue with her own in the younger girl's pounding pussy.
"Now… now… now! Oh sweet Jesus, NOW!" Beth cried.
Marni forgot her own need, the fire Beth had built between her own thighs, in the quest to satisfy her beautiful sister.
She parted Beth's thighs wider and clutched her buttocks as the ache in her throat for the other's juices became so intense that she thought she could stand it no longer.
Marni closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Beth's body tensed as if she could sense and feel the approach of the final onslaught.
Then Marni plunged.
Her tongue went deep, deep, and then deeper into the cuntal cavity as her nose prodded the asshole and her chin pounded against Beth's clitoris.
"Yes… oh God yes, Marni!" Beth cried. "I'm coming, my little baby!"
A low scream came to Beth's throat as she raced to her climax. Marni's tongue kept exploring with pent-up fury.
Beth came but still Marni labored, grinding her own thighs together.
The older girl tried to jerk away. Marni clung ferociously, like an animal in heat. Beth cried out in protest but Marni's ignored her. She was totally immersed now in her own pleasure.
At last fulfillment welled up in Marni and, with a shuddering sigh, she released her sister.
"Are you all right, darling?" Beth asked her.
Silence.
"What's wrong? Marni… Marni?"
Marni said nothing. Then as if the tidal wave of her emotions had overflowed her brain she started to sob, quietly at first and then louder, until her body started to shake.
"You were wonderful, fantastic," Beth whispered, stroking Marni's damp, silken thighs, trying to calm her. "You were everything my pussy wanted. Your mouth was honey and fire all at the same time. I loved it, Marni. And you loved it. I could tell."
Suddenly Marni was pushing away from her. "No… no, no, no. It won't work. I was wrong."
"What won't work?" Beth said.
"You're my sister and you're married. How can we be lovers?"
"Marni," Beth responded, "we just were."
"But I want to love you."
"You just did," Beth said, exasperation creeping into her voice.
"No… I mean there will always be Tim. He's your husband."
"Of course he is. I love him, but I love sex too. We just had sex and I loved it. And I love you like a sister, Marni, but not as a lover. We're swingers, honey. We have sex but it really has nothing to do with love."
Then they both realized what each other meant.
Beth suddenly knew that Marni had only dreamed of sex because she wanted love. The girl had possession all mixed up with love in her real life, so to enjoy sex and love she escaped into her dreams.
And Marni realized the same thing about herself. Her dreams had started when she had found Homer with Lottie. Then she really hadn't wanted Homer any more.
She wanted to love and she wanted to own. Beth was right. Marni was no swinger. A swinger couldn't get involved. They must take and give.
Marni could only take.
The following morning she moved out of the house and found a furnished room. Then she found a job in a bar waiting on customers while the customers watched topless girls bounce their tits up and down on a tiny stage to the pounding beat of a juke box.
But the dreams came back.
She started sleeping in stages, for only short times, to avoid the dreams. She knew they weren't real any more and she wanted reality. The dreams scared her.
Working until three in the morning helped. The dreams didn't seem to be so strong if she slept in the daytime.
She started walking at night, after work. The loneliness of her room was depressing. She didn't admit it to herself but she was looking for company.
And then when she found it she didn't want it. It was always crude, demanding, and not at all like her dreams when men asked her for dates or even became more open and asked her point black to go to bed with them. In her dreams she was always loved and adored and the master of the situations.
Reality was hard to take but she was determined.
Homer found her. She moved and found another job in another bar on another side of town.
More walks. There were men who propositioned her from cars, on street corners, even in the all-night diner she started sitting in, drinking coffee until the sun was high in the sky and she could return to her room and sleep for a few dreamless hours.
She started running out of places to hide at night. Then she discovered all-night movies. They were a haven for the lonely and the homeless.
"You here again?" said the pimply-faced young man behind the box-office window. "Jesus, you've seen this thing twice already this week."
"I like it," Marni said.
"Look, honey… if you ain't got no place to go I'll tell you what… [missing text]."
"My husband works nights."
Marni paid him a dollar and entered the dark theater. Usually she stayed on the lower level but this night she decided to go up to the balcony. She had seen people sleeping up there in the darkness. Perhaps she could sleep. The flickering screen and the sound from the film would keep her dreams away.
She took a seat in the center section near the end of the row and glanced about in the semidarkness. Half a dozen heads made dark blots against the screen and the shadows bouncing on the walls. Around her she could hear throaty snores and an occasional cough.
She concentrated on the screen. The movie was an ancient pot-boiler that was impossible to get interested in even if she hadn't already seen it three times. The more she watched, the more the flickering images merged and became nothing more than a blur. She started to nod off and fell forward in her seat. She caught herself just in time and sat bolt upright with her eyes wide.
There was movement beside her, across the aisle. She turned her head. She could barely make out a man's face. It seemed to be smiling at her. She turned back toward the screen.
She heard more movement. The man across the aisle left his seat and slid into the one beside her.
She glanced at him curiously, forgetting for the moment that she had started coming to the movies to get away from the propositions she had gotten from the men on the street and in the diner.
It was dark in the theater. It would be more like her dreams… only real.
Her eyes at last pierced the darkness, helped by a lighter scene from the screen. He seemed to be well dressed even though she couldn't see too clearly. She noticed that he was wearing a tie and he had a good smell hovering around him.
He didn't seem to be paying any attention to her. He was studying the screen intently, his hands folded in his lap.
She returned her own face to the screen. It was darker as night fell and the creatures started to come out of the lagoon or wherever the creatures lived in the movie.
She felt a hand on her knee. It didn't move. It just rested there as though it had fallen from the sky by accident.
She started to draw her leg away.
The screen glazed. The figures merged. It started to happen and suddenly it was all right.
She smiled and sat very still. Slowly, experimentally, the hand began to circle her knee. Then the palm flattened out and started moving upward, inching along the inside of her thighs.
She glanced about to make sure they were unobserved. Then she spread her legs, allowing him freedom to touch her as he wanted to. Up, up, up the hand crawled, gently caressing her smooth inner thigh as it went.
The screen got even more fuzzy. Marni smiled wider. She held her breath for a long time and then let it out in a hissing sound as she moved her hand from the arm of the seat and placed it on his leg.
The man took her wrist with his free hand and placed her hand on his rigid cock. It was big and it was rock hard, running from his groin clear up his fly almost to his belt.
"Go ahead," he whispered out of the side of his mouth. "Take it out!"
Marni unzipped his pants and reached inside. She found the throbbing prick and wrestled it from its den. She pulled it straight up until she could just see the tip from the glare of the screen's light. It was red and very big and already had a drop of fluid oozing from its tiny eye.
"Nice cock," she whispered from the side of her mouth. "It's exactly like my doctor's. I fucked him in the hospital right after I had my baby."
The man's hand stopped. He looked sideways at her, his brows furrowing into a quizzical expression. "Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes," Marni said. "Do you like this?"
He didn't answer with words. He just started to moan. He moved his hips upward as Marni played with his rigid cock and then with his balls. She felt him grow hotter and harder in her palm.
"Do you… do you have any place to go?" he asked.
Marni thought of her one-room apartment. Should she? "No… no," she said, looking at him. "I don't have any place."
"Do you?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "Jesus, I'd like to fuck you, but it would be harder than hell to do it in here."
Again Marni looked around to make sure they were not being watched. Her eyes were met with bobbing heads and the snoring seemed to have gotten louder and more even.
When she was sure it was all right she slipped down to the floor between his knees.
He saw immediately what she was going to do and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the seat in front of him to shield her body from view with his own.
She dropped her head into his lap and ran the seeping tip of his hot cock back and forth across her lips. She opened her mouth hnd wrapped her lips around the bulbous head.
She heard him moan and felt him squirm in the seat as she pulled his thick hunk of meat into her mouth.
It felt good in her mouth. It tasted good on her tongue. It was real.
It was the kind of dream she liked.
She lathered his cock with her saliva and widened her jaws. Slowly the full length of his thick shaft slid down her throat.
"Good… Jesus, honey, you're the fucking answer to a guy's prayers. Oh my God, where'd you learn to suck a cock like that?"
Half of his thick prick was in her head. She bobbed up and down on it, letting more saliva trickle from the corners of her mouth and slither down the pulsing shaft. Then she closed her eyes and took another deep breath. Down, down, down went her head. She took all of his cock into her throat and felt her upper lip in his pubic hair and her lower lip against his hairy sac.
Again he groaned and moved his hips upward, grinding his pubic bone against her nose. She extended her tongue and licked his balls while his cock was still far down her throat.
Then he bucked his cock up into her face and came. Huge wads of thick cum shot into the back of her throat. She swallowed them as fast as he shot. She moaned as she felt the thick streams slide down her throat and into her belly.
Then, before she could sit back in her seat so he could bring her off with his fingers, he heaved himself up out of the seat and left her there on the floor. He moved up the aisle to the exit without looking back.
She crawled back up into the seat and sat, rigidly, staring at the screen.
The screen was clear and bright. The images were distinct.
The dream was over.