This shook her. “What do you mean?”
“It’s your grandmother’s, isn’t it?”
“How did you know that?” was out of poor Courtney’s beautiful mouth before she knew how to reattach her poker face. She winced and brought her palm to her face. “My sister…”
“Yes, your older sister is really upset about the money you stole.”
“Does she know?” she said frantically.
“Not yet, no.”
Courtney sighed. She leaned her head to one shoulder. “Okay. So, what?”
“You tell me.”
“Are you going to give me the money?”
“I don’t think so. I feel pretty bad about your grandmother.”
“She can spare it,” she said acidly. “Do you want to know what I need it for?”
I thought about that but I realized I didn’t really care. “No,” I said simply.
This pissed her off. “God, you’re so fucking smug. Fine! Let’s just sit here until Tara gets back so you can tell her all about it!” Courtney began to tromp out of sight, into the bedroom, when I raised my alternative.
“Who said I was going to tell Tara?”
Courtney stopped. “You’re not?”
“I haven’t made up my mind yet. You need the money, I guess, but I don’t know if that makes it right to keep it.”
“If you give it back to Tara she’ll ask where it came from.”
“True,” I replied.
“So… what?” Courtney asked, frowning and looking at me over an open mouth. “You’re gonna give me the money?”
“I could be persuaded,” I said.
What was I thinking? Well, to be absolutely frank, I was thinking of Courtney’s tits. I loved her sister and I wanted to be with her, a girl who was so loving and kind and who gave far more than she received, especially from her family. But Tara was a compassionate rather than a passionate lover, something the last few years had turned into a comforting rather than an irritating thing. But I have, deep down, baser urges than that. I saw in this fortunate moment a chance to fulfill one seemingly irreconcilable fantasy: one sister’s body and the other’s continued bliss.
“What do you mean?” Courtney asked. “You want a cut?”
I grinned. “No.” My eyes were unapologetically lingering on Courtney’s cleavage.
Courtney actually followed my gaze to her own chest. When she looked up she had rage in her eyes.
“You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking.”
I crossed my arms. “What am I thinking, Courtney?”
“You’re a fucking scumbag,” she said. “I’m telling Tara.”
“Tell her what? That I stared at your chest because you stole two thousand dollars from your grandmother?”
“Fuck,” Courtney said quietly. She stared at the ground for a half second before looking up at me from under her dark fringe of hair. “What do you… want?” she asked.
“Well let’s get one thing out of the way first. What do you want?”
It took longer than it should have for Courtney to realize we were making a transaction. But she got it eventually. “I want…” she stopped herself and cleared her throat. “The money. I want you to bring it to me.”
“Okay,” I said. “You took it for your own reasons. I wash my hands of that. One day maybe you can square it with your family.”
“What do you want?” Courtney asked apprehensively. There was a note of tension that eased into an uncertain fear.
“Um,” I said. “Take off your shirt.”
Courtney looked offended but also surprised. “That’s it?”
I grinned again. “No. But that’s the start.”
Courtney seemed to weigh herself on either foot. She glanced at the door. “If… Tara will be back soon.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. Outside I tried to project a cool control. Inside I was equal parts giddy, excited, fearful. Part of me was given over entirely to the lustful query of how far this could possibly go. I knew exactly what I wanted to do… But part of me didn’t see how Courtney could submit to it. She must have really needed that money.
“You want to see my tits?” Courtney said. The way she referred to them, how casually the word ‘tit’ rolled off her tongue, I could tell Courtney’s ‘tits’ were a popular request from her guy friends and almost a tired topic to her. Of course I wanted to see her take her shirt off, she must have thought. Who didn’t? I was glad to be in the majority. “If I take my shirt off,” she said doubtfully, “you’ll give me the money.”
“Well that and a little more,” I said.
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
I smiled. “Courtney, I don’t want to have sex with you-”
“Then what-?”
“How about a titjob?”
Courtney made a face. “Ugh. You’re disgusting.”
I shrugged happily. “Okay. I’ll give Tara the money when we get back to Chicago and you and I can just sit here on our hands until she gets back.”
“There’s no way I’m letting your dick anywhere near me.”
I looked over at the chairs arranged by the door and sat down. I hooked my ankle over my knee and sat back, arms folded.
“You scumbag…” Courtney growled. Then she took three steps forward and crossed her arms over her taut belly. Her fingers grasped the thin fabric of her shirt and she pulled up.
I was so excited I almost forgot to say, “Slowly…”
Courtney grumbled from somewhere in her shirt but that sound was swallowed by the smooth glide of fabric rushing against her bare skin. Courtney pulled up with her lithe arms and then all of a sudden the swollen undersides of her tan breasts dripped from underneath, sprung from the cotton like fat dewdrops. I saw the first and then the second dark nipple peek from the blue top and then sink down with its sister, falling solidly against Courtney’s chest and giving a beautiful trembling quiver. Courtney must have been glaring at me as she balled up her shirt and tossed it onto the drink table. But I was enraptured. I drank in just the sight of Courtney’s full, exposed breasts. They stood out from her chest, the chocolate nipples pointed not at me but at my forehead, almost the ceiling. The areolas were smaller than I imagined but that made the slope of Courtney’s unfettered bosom so much sweeter somehow, delicate when it was so voluptuous. That, ultimately, was the defining attraction to Courtney’s breasts. They were the budded fruit of all her womanly sweetness, a blossomed youth that was sexual and feminine in, sadly, all the ways her sister’s ample love could not fulfill. This was a once in a lifetime blackmail opportunity.
Courtney crossed over to me. She stopped when she was standing only about three feet away and crossed her arms under her boobs and tried to look bored. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s-”
“No,” I said.
“What-?”
“The less you talk the easier this will be to explain.” Courtney was furious. But half naked. So the effect was diminished. I was horny as hell and my dick was doing everything it could to grow hands and undo my zipper itself. “Squeeze yourself,” I said.
Courtney grabbed her tits in either hand and squeezed, quickly, and dropped them. She gave an evil grin.
“Do it better than that,” I said.
She sighed and raised her hands.
“Scoop them into your palms,” I told her. Commanding her was getting easier. Courtney obediently slipped her upraised hands to her breasts, her thumbs brushing her nipples. “Lift,” I said. Her fingers held each breast in hand like a plump water balloon. “Squeeze,” I said and my dick strained against my pants. Courtney squeezed herself, closing her eyes to either avoid my hungry gaze or for some reason I would be a fool to guess at.
“You’ve just been fucking waiting for this day, haven’t you?” she sneered.
“Oh yes, ma’am,” I replied cheerfully.
“What’s the matter? My sister’s tits not big enough?”
“Bigger than your bankroll, apparently. Squeeze again. Rub your nipples.”
“You fucking freak…” she mumbled as she drew her index fingers across her dark red buttons.
“Spit on your hand,” I said.
Her eyes snapped open. “What?”
“Spit on your hand and rub it on your tits. Rub it all over.”
Courtney licked her hand defiantly and smeared it over her left breast.
“Spit on it, Courtney.”
The skin on her nose wrinkled. It looked like she was ready to hurl another insult but glanced fretfully at the door for an illuminated realization that if her sister walked into the door she’d have both tits in her hands, presenting them to her boyfriend in lustful supplication. Courtney brought her palm up to her chin and spat in it, glaring at me.
“Rub it on your chin.”
“You fucking-”
“I’m serious, Courtney.”
She rubbed it on her chin like it had a rash. When she pulled her hand away a white bubbly trail led from her pouted lower lip to a growing trickle at her neck.
“Spit on your hand again.” This time Courtney did it without protest.
“Where do you want this one?” she snapped.
“Rub it on your left tit.”
Courtney rubbed her saliva into her skin. “Do it again,” I commanded. “Ugh,” she said. She spat again and rubbed it over her breast. It was beautiful. The smooth sheen of her tan was now glistening under her apartment lights. I told her to repeat the same for her right tit.
“Lick your palms.” Courtney licked her palms and ran them over her breasts. She ran her hands down her chest, to her belly. I made her do it several more times.
After a minute both of Courtney’s breasts were coated in the sticky lather of her saliva. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached down to my pants and yanked down the zipper. I’d barely unhooked the button before my dick popped out of my boxers and stuck straight out at Courtney. She actually jerked back at the sight of it.
“Holy shit!” she stammered, looking a little ridiculous, her cheeks shiny from the excess moisture of her spit. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this. This is so fucking gross.”
I kicked off my shoes and pulled my boxers down with my jeans. I stood up to hook them off my ankles and faced Courtney. Separated by less space than we’d ever shared, I gazed down into her muddy brown eyes. “Your dick is poking into my stomach,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Spit on your hand again.” I smiled as she glared up at me and spat what she had left into her palm and rubbed. A wet smacking sound of sticky skin arose between us and I gently pried her hands away and laid my hands on her tits.
I let Courtney go on glaring as I ran my fingers over her wet chest and weighed each breast in my hand. Her skin yielded to me. After two years of Tara’s petite A cups in my palms it was almost too much to suddenly be holding her sister’s heavy C’s. I leaned down and sniffed the spit on her chest and ignored Courtney as she slapped ineffectually at my shoulders. I gave her nipples two very welcoming kisses and she pushed me away.
I sat down heavily in the chair, dick sticking straight as a flag pole. I asked Courtney to squeeze herself a few more times before commanding her to get on her knees. Surprisingly she did this without comment.