City Love

"Hurry Miss Dallas! We have a long drive ahead!" Carla shouted as Dallas finished stuffing her suitcase into the car.

When Dallas' parents hired Carla on as a ranch hand three years ago, the girls took their time getting used to one another, but now they were practically sisters. So when Dee's step-brother Jed invited the two of them to come and stay at his flat in the city, they were more than excited about going on a road trip. Dee shut the trunk of Carla's silver SUV and hopped into the passenger's seat; she waved goodbye to her parents and the two girls drove away into the rosy sunrise. Carla and Dee weren't used to seeing one another in anything other than work clothes and spent the first part of the trip complimenting one another's outfits and talking about how excited they were. Carla was a short, busty Latina with glasses and flowing black hair. She was wearing a red blouse that was tapered at the bottom, showing her deep, tan, pierced navel above her acid-washed jeans. Her nails were burnt orange and matched her nude lipstick quite well. Dallas on the other hand, was taller and had a less curvy figure. She had dirty blonde hair and chipped, yellow nails with no makeup on. Dee wore a flowery crop top with cutoff booty shorts and sandals.

"Look at us... eh? Two sexy women goin' out on our first girls' trip!" Carla said excitedly as she merged onto the highway.

Dee smiled nervously, she had not been to a city since she graduated from uni and came back to work on the ranch. She remembered them as smelly, noisy and full of lights, but she did want to see her brother again. About six months prior, Jed had made a visit down to the family ranch where the step-siblings had discovered some unforeseen feelings, feelings they both knew were inappropriate for brothers and sisters to have, even if they weren't technically related.

"Oh, Carla... what would I do without you?" Dee sighed, putting her hand on Carla's thigh, "You know we country girls have got to stick together once we arrive. You never know what those crazy urbanites will do next."

Carla smiled, "We'll stay closer than two newlyweds!"

"Newlyweds?" Dee giggled, "You're never lacking in weird analogies, Carla."

"What's weird about two girls getting married eh? It's the twenty-first century!"

"Whatever you say, crazy girl!" Dee said rolling her eyes and setting her bare feet up on the dashboard.

When the two girls arrived at their hotel, the sun had only just sunk beneath the horizon. Jed was generous enough to have already booked them a room, but without realising it was only one bed, so when they finally got themselves moved in, Carla glanced from Dee to the bed, raised her plucked eyebrows and teasingly mumbled, "It is the twenty-first century," to which Dallas rolled her eyes and laughed. The bed was soft, blue, and large enough for both girls to sleep comfortably. There were two shaded lamps and a bathroom with both a shower and bath, and the whole room smelled like fresh sheets. Dee went down to ask the hotel clerk about breakfast, meanwhile, Carla took a shower. When Dee got back to the room, she took advantage of Carla's absence and began changing into her pyjamas, but Carla, not knowing that Dee had returned, walked back into the room with nothing but a towel around her waist. Dee turned around suddenly and the two topless girls made awkward eye contact for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

"It really must be the twenty-first century," Dee said laughing.

Carla couldn't help but look at Dee's bare, b-cup tits for a few moments--her pink nipples gradually hardening--before letting the towel around her fall to the floor, "What the hell?" she said as she began drying off her legs, "we're both women, aren't we? What are we covering up for?"

Dee set the shirt she had in her hands back in her suitcase, "I sleep better naked anyways!"

Despite playing it cool, neither girl could quite keep their eyes off of the other. Carla was very curvy, and Dee loved to run her eyes over the Latina's beautiful brows hips, deep navel and low-hanging, double-d breasts. Dallas was more of a square than an hourglass, but her little breasts were utterly adorable, and Carla couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to pinch her little pink nipples. Dallas was also tall, and her long legs with high-arched feet practically made Carla's mouth water. After Dee's shower, the two girls decided to do each other's toenails. Dallas matched Carla's toes with what she already had on her fingers, while Carla decided to redo Dee's nails a bright, sky blue. As they sat with their legs entwined and their feet in each other's faces, the girls began to talk about how excited they were to see Jed the next day. Dee let slip that how much she loved him, but covered it up to sound less romantic than it was.

"Honestly," Carla began, "Not to be weird about it, but if you two weren't siblings I'd say you were a pretty good match. I mean, the way you tease each other is almost as if you were flirting. Bah! I don't know what I'm saying."

"He was always so sweet to me growing up; we bonded pretty closely after he and his mom moved in with us."

"He's a good man that Jed. I still have no idea how he's still single."

Dee blushed, "Y-yeah... I wonder why..."

"Maybe he's holding out for a girl as good as his little sister," Carla giggled, running her fingertips over Dee's long arches.

"Hey! Dee said, trying not to ruin her nail polish as she pulled her feet away and retaliated with her own assault on Carla's wrinkled, meaty soles.

The two girls finished drying their nails before slipping into bed and falling fast asleep. They awoke tangled somewhere between the top sheet and several blankets which Carla had gotten out of the closet sometime in the night, their naked bodies pressed together in an embrace only lovers could manage. Dee was turned on her side with one long leg stretched over the Latina's curvy frame; Carla's head was turned slightly so that her lower lip pressed unconsciously against Dallas' erect nipple, and both girls were thoroughly wrapped up in each other's arms. Both were blushing when the alarm went off and quickly separated.

"Cold night I guess..." Dee said nervously.

Carla sheepishly looked at the bed and sighed, "It is the twenty-first century..." at which both giggled.

They dressed, ate breakfast and were soon on their way, arriving at Jed's apartment a little after lunch. The two girls stood in the doorway of the little apartment, both unconsciously fixing their hair and adjusting their earrings. Dee pulled her crop top up to show just a little more of her belly before Jed answered the door.

"Hiya girls! Come on in!" he said opening the door.

"Hola Jed! It's been too long!" Carla exclaimed, practically pushing Dee aside to throw her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

Jed was taken aback but returned the hug before turning to his sister who pulled him in by the hips and passionately kissed the other cheek. The man stepped back a little overwhelmed, but laughed it off and welcomed the two girls inside his apartment. Jed's apartment had one bedroom and two bathrooms, with a large living space with two couches that overlooked the city skyline. The couches were to be Carla and Dee's sleeping arrangements. Dee was moderately annoyed that Jed wasn't letting her sleep in his bed like she had when he stayed at the ranch, and when Carla went to the bathroom she pulled him aside to express this.

"I just didn't feel comfortable having only one of you in the bed and the other on the couch, that wouldn't be very hospitable."

"Not very hospitable? Was it very hospitable when you took your little step-sister's virginity?" Dee retorted.

"Dee, come on," Jed sighed, "do you want me to move to the couch and let y'all share a bed?" he asked, to Dallas stormed off in a huff.

Carla came out of the bathroom and eyed Jed's tall frame. He was around six feet, with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He wore grey sweatpants with slippers and a white tank top around the apartment. His arms were veiny but modest and he had a well-defined jawline. The little Latina smiled to herself as she stole a glance at his butt before walking quietly up and giving it a playful slap. Jed raised one eyebrow to look at her and rolled her eyes.

"Oh Carla, what would I ever do without your antics?"

Carla giggled and began twirling a lock of her hair around as the two began to flirt. Dee watched them from her couch and glared. She slipped off her shoes and set her feet up while she pretended to read one of Jed's magazines, watching them between her bright blue, crossed toes. At last, Carla gave Jed a flirty punch in the arm and left to get something to drink. Jed gave Dee a teasing pinch to one of her little toes as he walked past to sit next to her on the sofa. Dee rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him at first, but gradually found herself edging closer and closer to him. At last, she found herself lying against him as she continued reading, Jed placed his arm around her and gently whispered, "You forgive me yet?" Dallas nodded and pulled her feet in, snuggling against his firm, warm body and pressing her soles against his thigh. Jed put his arm around her and gently played with her long, blue toes. Carla came back with three beers from the fridge and declared that "the party has officially started." Jed ordered a pizza for dinner and they spent the rest of the evening playing Twister and getting drunk.

Jed woke up the next morning around eight. He had taken the day off from work but was still used to his schedule. He walked from his bedroom into the kitchen in a navy bathrobe and house slippers to make the first pot of coffee. Dallas and Carla--who had drunk significantly more than him the previous night--were both passed out on Carla's couch lying in opposite directions; one of Dee's long legs was dangling on the floor while the other stretched out across Carla's snoring body, her toes pressed up against the sleeping Latina's face. Carla's legs were also pressed up against Dee, though she was a head shorter, Dee still clutched her friend's left foot unconsciously in her hand as they slept. Jed smiled and shook his head. They seemed so close when he wasn't around, but something about his presence seemed to make them wary of each other. As the scent of coffee filled the apartment, the two girls stirred on the couch and Jed put his mind to rest.

"Morning sleepyheads!" he said softly as he strolled over to the couch and set down two full cups of black coffee.

Dee stretched and Carla rubbed her eyes, then they both sat up and blinked for a moment, their hair still frizzy and tangled. The day was slow and rather lazy, with a lot of sitting and catching up. That afternoon, Dee decided to change into something a little more revealing, and Carla, taking advantage of her temporary absence, loosened a button at the top of her bouse and asked for a favour.

"Jed honey, would you mind giving me a little foot massage? My poor feet are so sore from all that driving yesterday..." She said, twirling one of her black locks around.

"Er... of course Carla..." he replied nervously.

Carla set her meaty, size-six feet on the ottoman and wiggled her orange toes. She had an anklet around one foot and several toe rings; her feet were a caramel colour like the rest of her body, but her soles were a light olive tone and very wrinkly. Jed took some oil and began slowly drizzling it over her Latin toes as she opened them up, then began pushing his thumbs up and down her arches and spreading her toes with his fingers. Carla moaned with relief as he worked out every sore muscle of her oily soles with his firm hands. Shortly, Dee came back into the living room wearing a ripped pair of booty shorts which clearly displayed the thong she had underneath, she had also chosen a loose-fitting top with no bra so that the outline of her pointy nipples could be seen through the fabric. Her jaw dropped as she watched Carla practically arch her back from the sensation of Jed's fingers between her toes. He was her step-brother, not Carla's.

"Having fun there Carla?" Dallas said snarkily as she walked around to the other side of the room.

"Carla was just asking for a foot rub, Dee--thought I might accommodate as your host. Do you want one next?" Jed said diplomatically.

"No--" Dee quickly replied, but after a few moments, a thought came to her mind. She took the oil from beside Carla's twitching soles and gently began unbuttoning Jed's shirt from behind.

"Woah there... er... whatcha doin' sis?" he said nervously.

"Oh don't worry Jed--Carla you don't mind if I rub Jed's back now do you?"

Carla moaned as she flexed her arches, "Not at all..."

Jed turned beat red with embarrassment as his little sister slowly pulled off his shirt to reveal a modestly hairy and well-defined chest and back. She drizzled oil on his shoulders and gently began to rub his upper back. Carla watched in jealously as Dee smiled and rolled her eyes at the little Latina, still savouring every caress of Jed's firm fingers against her bare toes. Dallas sensually moved her fingers all over Jed's bare back and chest as he tried not to say anything. Was it a mistake getting intimate with her? He was now caught between the moaning Latina who had taken an enormous liking to him and the touchy little step-sister he had played around with a few months earlier, and there seemed to be no resolution. The immense awkwardness of which he alone seemed to be aware was only amplified by the dinner reservation for three he had made earlier that morning and now deeply regretted, even as Dee's gentle fingers were gliding over his back, ironically making him even more tense. He stroked up and down the stems of Carla's tender toes as Dee spread her hands all over his bare chest, the two girls locked in eye contact of mutual jealousy while he stared blankly out of the window, all three were silent.

When the time came to get ready for dinner, it was just as awkward as he had imagined. Both girls insisted on using his shower which left him--somewhat confusingly--opting to shower in theirs. Furthermore, both Carla and Dallas wanted to pick out his outfit, which resulted in a compromise between Carla's choice of shirt and Dee's choice of pants. They each wanted to model their dresses for him and, of course, each time it meant he had to zip them up while the other glared on in envy. When they were finally out of the door, both girls ended up sitting in the back seat since Jed refused to decide who should ride shotgun. Similarly, both girls ended up sitting opposite him in the booth, and both ordered the same medium-rare steak that he did, despite neither of them liking steak.

Halfway through dinner, Carla slipped out of her sandals and began moving her soft foot up Jed's right leg, rubbing against his inner thigh. Poor Jed tried to ignore it but the more she played with him, the harder he became. Carla effortlessly infused her conversation with sly glances and winks from behind her cute little glasses, even casually unbuttoning her top button to give him a better view of her cleavage. Dee noticed Carla undoing her button and soon got the idea to slip her size-nine foot out of her heels and began slowly moving it up his left leg. Jed began to sweat as his stepsister's bare toes began searching for his bulge, but Carla was already there. Dee gasped as her foot bumped into Carla's, the sly Latina shot Dallas a triumphant side-eye before kneading her toes into Jed's bulge. Dee glared and began searching for the supper, then, in a remarkable feat of dexterity, pulled down the fly of Jed's pants and drew out his erect penis. Jed's face was pale. They were secluded in their own booth towards the back of the restaurant, yet he felt certain that everyone was watching as the two girls began to gently stroke his cock with their feet. Neither Carla nor Dee halted the conversation for a movement, even despite Jed's flushed silence. Carla toyed with the poor man's loose scrotum while Dallas pressed her long arches against his shaft, wiggling her toes against his tip.

"Um... l-ladies..." he said at last, when--instead of fighting--the two girls had finally managed to collaborate their efforts.

"Yes, Jed?" they replied together, Dallas stretching her long, blue toes behind his shaft while Carla stroked her soft, Latina soles up and down against the poor man's sensitive, veiny cock.

Before Jed could reply, a sudden burst of runny semen came spurting out, covering the two pairs of painted toes in warm, slimy cum, "Shit!" he exclaimed, his cock still twitching and spilling onto the girl's bare feet, "excuse me... I-I need to run to the bathroom--" he said, pulling himself together and quickly standing up and walking away.

Dee and Carla looked at one another and for a moment, both women questioned whether they had gone too far, but that thought was quickly put to rest by their competitiveness. They pressed their sticky feet together for a few moments, rubbing the slick substance between their bare toes before eventually, Dallas stood up from the table, slipping her slimy feet back into her heel and announcing that she too had to use the bathroom. Carla giggled to herself and nestled her slimy toes back into her sandals, still playing with Jed's cum as she plotted what to do when they came back. Dee ran into Jed right as he was leaving the bathroom. Miraculously, almost all of the cum had spilt either onto the women's feet or the napkin on his lap, and his dress pants remained unspoiled. Dallas pushed her step-brother against the wall, obscured from the sight of the restaurant, and kissed him passionately. When Jed finally pulled away, utterly confused by the recent series of events, the two step-siblings turned to see the jaw-dropped Latina standing at the entrance of the bathrooms. She stormed away briskly; Jed shot a glance at Dee before the two quickly followed Carla out of the restaurant. The car ride home was silent for the first minute or two before Carla finally broke the silence.

"So... who's it going to be Jed," she said proudly, "me, or your little sister?"

"Step-sister!" Dallas quickly corrected her.

"Tomato tomate girl--it's just as gross."

"Like you wouldn't give anything to grow up with dear old Jed!"

"Eh... you're not wrong."

"Will you both please listen," Jed softly interjected, "what you did back there in the restaurant was incredibly inappropriate--not to mention weird. However..." the two girls leaned in, "...you are both very talented at getting me worked up. Now I would have to see such a good friendship wasted on me, so I am going to let both of you sleep with me tonight. Deal?"

Dee and Carla sat back in shock. A sudden wave of guilt came over both girls as they looked into each other's eyes and realised how silly they had been the past twenty-four hours. Dallas took Carla's hand in hers and the two nodded together, "Deal."

When they arrived back at the apartment, both women scrambled up the stairs ahead of Jed and ran straight to the bedroom. Jed came in shortly behind to catch his topless step-sister eagerly unclipping Carla's bra. In a moment, both girls had stripped down to their bare skin and were pulling Jed into the middle of the room. Jed chuckled to himself as he thought of the two girls fighting with each other not one hour earlier. Carla began undoing his pants while Dee eagerly began undoing the buttons of his shirt. She rubbed her hands all over his firm chest and planted a soft kiss on his lips as the naked Latina knelt down and gently pulled his throbbing cock out of his grey boxers and began smelling and kissing it. Soon the two girls were both kneeling on either side of him, pressing their wet lips against his veiny shaft. Every so often their lips pressed together by accident and the two girls would shoot a nervous glance back at Jed, who smiled and gently encouraged them to keep going.