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leBonhomme
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"Come here."

"You want to, too? No, you come here this time."

Vicky flung back her covers. Before she found Elsa's bed in the dark, she had moved up and had her legs spread, waiting for Vicky to sit between them. As she did, Elsa murmured:

"I wanted to, too. I liked holding your breasts, feeling you on me."

Before Elsa did hold her breasts, Vicky felt her pull up her shorty behind her back and then pull up Vicky's pajama top. She nodded with a hum, and then Elsa's hands were on her breasts. Vicky's hands found her pussy. Before they could really start, Elsa murmured:

"Do it, as good as you can; I'm going to."

"With four hands," Vicky replied.

Then four hands were doing everything they could to arouse her. When they had, and were changing places, they stripped off their tops. When Elsa sat down between Vicky's thighs, she snorted softly and said:

"Wet."

"Sorry. You said as good as I could."

"Like that?"

"Sometimes. Not usually by myself, but with him."

"Oooh! Must be good."

"It is. It was, now."

"Haven't done that."

Vicky fondled her breasts and replied:

"Just as good as you can."

Elsa nodded, and again four hands were doing everything they could to help her. Vicky suddenly remembered looking at her pussy in the mirror with her brother and wondered how Elsa's looked. When Elsa had her orgasm, Vicky thought it had also been better than in the morning, thinking that maybe that was because they both were more comfortable with what they were doing.

When Elsa murmured:

"Oh, that was good, better this time," Vicky nodded and squeezed her breasts, replying:

"I thought so, liked that it was."

"I'm glad we didn't wait to do it again, but I wasn't sure you wanted to."

"Oh, I did, but a little shy about suggesting it. Then I thought we should do it, while we still remembered that we had said so this morning."

"We did! Well thought!"

Elsa had extended her legs and now reached down and rubbed Vicky's thighs, holding them closer to hers. Vicky nodded with a hum and squeezed Elsa's breasts again, who added:

"Oh, this is good, so easy now. Uh, I hope you think so to. I mean, well, you have him, don't have to do it with me."

"But it's better with you, and you know that I do it - did it - by myself before."

"We sure did," Elsa replied with a chuckle.

Vicky was thinking about suggesting that Elsa sleep with her in her bed, since her own was wet, but didn't; she could suggest that another time. Then she did suggest:

"You can sleep in my bed, since I made yours all wet."

"Oh? Thanks, but that's all right; I liked that you could. Maybe I will, with a little more practice."

"I hope so, do what I can to help."

They chuckled and Vicky went back to her bed. They said goodnight and went to sleep.

When they got up in the morning, they were both a little surprised that they were naked, smiling wryly. After that, they always slept naked. Vick's telling her brother that Elsa wore a shorty nightgown without the bottom hadn't been true.

They didn't do it every night, often enough, whenever one of them asked: "Four hands?" Then one evening, while they were studying, one and then the other looked over and they both smirked slightly, and both said that. They grinned and nodded. Till then, they had always waited until they had been in the bathroom before going to bed. They quickly took off their clothes and hurried to use the toilet and wash.

When they both had had their orgasms, they relaxed together for longer than usual, since it was obvious that they weren't going to return to their books. This time, Vicky did venture to suggest they lie together, saying:

"Too nice together; let's get comfortable."

When she moved from between Elsa's legs, Elsa just nodded and let her stretch out with her back to the wall, and then moved down, rolling to face her. When Vicky put her arm around her, hers slid around Vicky, and she murmured:

"Yeah, too nice, like this too."

"Um-hmm," Vicky agreed, and they hugged each other, their noses almost touching.

When Vicky's knee suggested that it wanted to slip between Elsa's, they let it, and then Elsa's drew her leg up between Vicky's thighs. They both hummed softly and hugged each other slightly in confirmation that they were comfortable with lying like that. After a moment, Elsa murmured:

"I guess you lie with him like this. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"You're right, we do, like now, afterwards."

"You didn't mind my asking? It's nice."

"Of course not, it was my suggestion, knew it would be nice."

"Just a little funny, breast on breast."

"But nice."

"Um-hmm."

They hugged each other again, a little closer this time, their noses touching. Elsa tilted her face up a little and then said:

Oooh! I was almost about to kiss, being this close, noses touching, like, well, they do, when one's about to kiss."

"Um-hmm, like that, a reflex. I wouldn't have minded," Vicky replied and gave her another hug.

"Oooh! My sister kissed me once, wanted to show me how adults kiss."

"Did you?"

"She did. Of course, later I kissed boys. Have you kissed a girl?"

"No. Not yet, but if we can do what we do ..."

"You want to?"

"Said I wouldn't have minded, if you did."

This time it was Elsa who hugged, murmuring:

"Like adults?"

"I hope so."

Their heads rocked, finding which way to tilt them to let their noses overlap. Vicky was surprised but delighted that Elsa had mentioned kissing. She hadn't anticipated that they would, hadn't considered that their lying together would suggest kissing.

Their lips met and then the tips of their tongues. Vicky was again surprised by how eager Elsa's was, but that only let her tongue respond as eagerly. If Elsa wanted to kiss like that, she sure did, and do anything else she wanted, if they both got aroused again.

They did, embracing each other as close as they could, their thighs drawing up to let each other rub her pussy. Vicky was passed being surprised by Elsa's reflexive instinct to arouse herself and to arouse her. Anything she wanted! Elsa retrieved her tongue with long moan and murmured:

"We've go to do it again."

"Want me to?" Vicky replied, a little shocked by her spontaneous response."

"To me?!"

"I want to."

"With your hand?"

"Um-hmm, and suck your breasts."

"Mmmm! You want to?"

Vicky's hand was already sliding down Elsa's back and over her hip. Elsa moaned again and rolled back. As Vicky's fingers brushed through Elsa's pubic hair, she moaned again with nod and murmured: "And then I will."

Vicky's fingers cupped around Elsa's firm mound, pressing on it, as she moved down the bed to be able to suck her nipple. She did, and her finger slipped into her pussy - so tight, felt like her own. And sucking and licking her nipple was so good, she knew how good it felt for Elsa, who moaned, a long, pulsing moan, and held her other breast.

Arousing another girl was as arousing as arousing her brother - at least! She knew just how it was feeling for Elsa, feeling her own pussy tighten when Elsa's did on her finger. Did she want two in it? So tight! Elsa almost groaned, but then moaned when a second finger was in her, both moving. Vicky also moaned. She knew what her fingers should do to make it feel good for Elsa, whose aroused moans confirmed that they were, and she could move them better than she could in her own pussy, could twist her hand and push them deeper in Elsa's.

Elsa was moaning like she never had before; it almost sounded as though she was whimpering, when her hips began to twitch, and then her body convulsed, her hips jerking up off the bed, and Vicky's hand was suddenly full of her warm pussy juice. Success! Vicky moaned. Elsa reached down and held her hand still, gasping and moaning.

Vicky stopped sucking and rolled back with a deep sigh, aware that her pussy was wet. They lay there, both sighing. When Elsa loosened her hold on her hand, Vicky slipped her fingers out and licked them, like she always did, when she was alone. She hadn't done it before with Elsa.

"You wanted to lick them?!" Elsa murmured in surprise.

"I usually do, didn't really think about it."

"You do?! You haven't before."

"We taste good."

"We do? You like it?"

"Um-hmm."

"I never did that. Oh! And I never came like that! I must have wet the bed."

"You did, like I hoped you would."

"That was fantastic. I don't know if I can do it that good for you."

"You don't have to. After that, I sometimes don't want to do anything more."

"Yeah, I sort of feel like that, but if I'm going to, now. Like that first Sunday evening, when we agreed that it was good that we hadn't waited."

"If you want to."

"I said I would."

"I sure want you to; my pussy was all wet; it was so arousing to do it and to know it was being so good for you."

"It sure was. I want to, and to suck your nipple."

Vicky hummed, and they shifted a little to let Vicky lie on her back. When Elsa slid her hand down to her pussy and leaned over her to suck her nipple, Vicky thought that the wonderful thing about doing it with another girl was that they both had experience doing it to themselves and didn't have to learn what to do, no tentative experimenting.

Elsa immediately proved her right: her fingers unhesitatingly slipping into her pussy and doing what they should. Vicky held her head to her breast, and moaned. As it got better, she remembered how loud Elsa had been moaning and tried to keep from being so loud. At the end, her hand that had be pinching and rolling her other nipple clapped up over her mouth, and then she came as good as Elsa had. She didn't have to hold her hand still. After her last gasp, Elsa drew her fingers out and murmured:

"My hand's sopping."

"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Vicky had to sigh a couple of times before she could reply:

"Like mine was. You did do it as good as I did."

Elsa looked at her wet hand and murmured:

"We taste good?"

Vicky almost said: better than he does, but didn't, replying:

"I think so."

"Only one way to find out," Elsa muttered and licked her fingers, then murmuring:

"Yeah, maybe. Hmm? Maybe have to get accustomed to it, sort of like some foreign foods."

"Mmmm! That's a good idea, getting accustomed to it."

Elsa smiled with a nod and replied:

"I want to."

She dropped down on Vicky, and they kissed, lying with Vicky's thigh drawn up between Elsa's. When she raised her head, Vicky said:

"Let's sleep in the other bed; this one was is all wet."

"If you want."

When they got up, they realized that their desk lamps were still on, a little surprised, since at night they had always had been in the dark. Elsa remarked:

"I guess if we can do that, we can do with the lights on. Must have had our eyes closed most of the time."

"Yeah, I forgot about them too."

They turned them off and got in the other bed, Vicky suggesting that they both face the same way. When Elsa rolled over, Vicky put her arm around her and held her breast. Elsa murmured:

"You sleep with him like this?"

"When we do, naps," Vicky replied, but thinking about all the nights they had slept together.

"Nice, all of it. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

After two orgasms, they quickly fell asleep. When Vicky woke up in the night, for a moment she thought she was lying with her arm around her brother, then remembered that she was sleeping with Elsa, and then wondered if Elsa might have second thoughts about what they had done. It hadn't sounded like she would. Vicky sure didn't, but warned herself not to assume that Elsa wouldn't change her mind. She try not to wake her, when she took her arm from around her and turned over.

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leBonhommeleBonhommeabout 10 years agoAuthor
A suggestion

Why don't you two who have complained find your idea of the perfect story by another author and post another comment with a link to it? I would find them interesting to read, I am sure. I won't change my style, but then I can ask why you trouble yourselves to read my stories.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
@Something in the Way She Moves

There's very little point in attempting to correct or adversely comment on anything leBonhomme writes, as he/she/it is convinced they are in fact the epitome of writing excellence; note the smug retorts and detailed explanations of what is going through her/his/its head while writing these long, boring trawls through his/her/its hangups. I don't bother to comment anymore because he/she/it won't change, the attitude and bloody-minded stubbornness are almost autistic in their sheer impenetrability. Pass along, there's nothing new here, just more smug implacability and resounding dullness as more of the same gets dredged-up for every story he/she/it writes. No stars.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
Agree with leBonhomme

It may not 'read' well, but it is how people talk, like it or not and I like that style. To me it kind of flows and makes more sense to write it as it would be said instead of making it 'proper'. But to each his/her own I guess and it is up to each writer to write how they choose and up to us if we want to read and or enjoy it or not. Comment on the story, mistakes or things in general about the story that don't ring true but not the way the writer wants to have the characters speak, as I don't think it matter's a great deal, but that's just me.

leBonhommeleBonhommeabout 10 years agoAuthor
Something in the Way She Moves

I appreciate you considered comment and respect you opinion. H. W. Fowler and my school teachers would have agreed with you, but I am not writing for them.

Perhaps you have seen my reply to similar comments on other stories. In a one-on-one conversation, people often do not speak in complete sentences (subject, verb, object). They hang their reply on what has just been said, completing, complementing, contradicting what the other person has just said with only the necessary words. The non-verbal “um-hmm” etc. are part of this shorthand in conversation, instead of saying: “I agree with you,” “You are right.” That is “the actual spoken dialog.”

Many readers of my stories apparently have no problem with this. I expect that they read the lines quickly, following the context and not being upset by half sentences. As you put it nicely, they accept that the characters “communicate in short, abbreviated sentences where they'd casually refer to information that you should supposedly already intuitively know.”

Similarly, characters' unvoiced thoughts are seldom a series of grammatically correct full sentences, just the necessary bits to express them to themselves. On paper, that may look funny, but it is the way we actually think. Full sentences would take the immediacy out of what might go through a character's mind in a brief moment before a reply or what happens next. The reader would see several lines of text and take a breath or two reading them, then returning to the action or dialog, rather than having it remain present, while he or she quickly takes in the abbreviated thoughts.

SomethingInTheWaySheMovesSomethingInTheWaySheMovesabout 10 years ago
I've checked and confirmed it: You don't get charged by the word here. It's okay to use complete sentences.

Your stories are entertaining, but your conversations are so fragmented, it's like you had someone edit your story, and they simply deleted half (or more) of the dialog. And what's left is confusing to someone who doesn't speak "that language". I mean, I know it's English, but it's like the version of English spoken on a really low-budget British television show, circa 1974. You know the kind of television I'm talking about: where instead of showing a car explode, you see someone peeking out there window and exclaiming, "Oh, look, that car just exploded!" Or someone points up and screams, "Look! A spaceship!" ...But the camera never actually pans up to see the spaceship they're supposedly pointing at. ...And instead of getting someone to actually write comprehensible dialog, they'd communicate in short, abbreviated sentences where they'd casually refer to information that you should supposedly already intuitively know.

Do your prospective readers a favor: Instead of peppering your story so liberally with "Um-hmm's", flesh out the actual spoken dialog.

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