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Subject: {ASSM} <SpamGame> Get Any Woman In Bed - Guaranteed  by Ray1031  (ff, inc)
Date: Fri,  9 Nov 2001 09:10:07 -0500
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Get Any Woman In Bed - Guaranteed  by Ray1031  (ff, inc)

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This story contains sex and/or sexual situations. If such stories
are illegal for you, if you are under 18, or simply find them
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This story may be freely posted to any FREE site as long as MY
author's information and the copyright information remain attached.
No exceptions!!

That said, enjoy.

GET ANY WOMAN IT BED, GUARANTEED   by Ray1031 (ff, inc)

Mornings were the worst for Melissa. It was always the same. She and
her older sister Susan would kiss their Daddy goodbye, they would sit
at the breakfast bar and talk while they ate. This morning's topic
was Chad. A boy in Susan's Computer Sciences class. Missy found
herself getting jealous. She always got jealous when her sister
talked about boys.

Maybe it was a hormone thing, but there was something about her
older sister. Freshly washed and ready for school, smelling of soap
and perfume. Missy's pussy always got wet. Some mornings she was
surprised she didn't squish as she walked.

Susan was the prettiest sexiest person she'd ever known. Though it
was wrong and probably sinful, Missy always found herself excited by
her. No boy or girl ever affected her like Susan did.

Asking for the sugar, Susan passed the bowl and their fingers met as
she took it. With the smell of Susan in her nostrils and the soft
lilt of her voice in her ears, the contact sent an electric shock
through Missy.

The ride to school was quiet and Missy was using the time to arrange
her homework papers for the day. Missy was afraid and too embarrassed
to tell Susan how she felt. She was afraid her sister would hate her
for her evil thoughts. The clean smell of her sister and her perfume
again assailed her senses and she felt herself getting wet again.
She'd have to go to the bathroom when she got to school.

For weeks, months, the desires had been building inside her. An itch
building in her heart and love canal that no amount of logic, thought
or masturbation seemed to ease. It simply kept intensifying. She'd
tried to talk to her sister a couple of times, but ended by skirting
the issue.

She was afraid. Afraid of losing her sister's love, while needing
it, needing her so badly. .

Missy had been trying to find some way, any way to fully connect
with her sister, both physically and emotionally. But every time she
got her courage up and tried to talk, she lost her nerve. She was
such a coward.

It was in fifth period, Study Hall, while using the Library
computers and checking her email that she found it. Right there, in
the middle of her email list was possibly the answer to her problem.
'It's just SPAM,' she told herself. But it was different than the
others. Maybe.

She opened the email and read it. Thought for a moment and read it
again. She looked at the cost and almost deleted it. Both she and her
sister had savings accounts with debit cards. A present from their
parents. Any monies deposited could be withdrawn like a credit card.
The cost of it, plus the shipping, would almost wipe out her account.
She had to try it.

Her own birthday, her fourteenth, was coming up next month. Susan
had already announced they were going to make a long weekend of it.
With their parent's blessing they were going to Six Flags over Texas.
It was eight hours by car, but their parents had approved their
staying in a motel for the weekend.

There were more allowances coming before then. She would be baby-
sitting four times for the Stewarts as well. She could save plenty
for the trip.

She placed the order.

-

During the drive, Susan and Missy were talking and singing songs.
They played the alphabet game and stopped to eat after passing
Abilene. It was Thursday night, and they were a day ahead of
schedule. They'd left home just before 8:00 PM.

It was around 1:00 AM when Missy became sleepy. She lay across the
seat and used her sister's leg as a pillow.

Missy didn't know the time when she woke again. She had rolled over
while she slept. Her knees were against the seat back, her nose
inches from her sister's T-Shirt. They were still driving. Her
sister's hand was under Missy's T-Shirt playing with her breast. It
had been her rolling of Missy's left nipple and pinching it that had
wakened her. Missy didn't move enjoying the sensation.

"Are you having fun, Sis?" Susan's hand froze, but didn't move away.

"I was. Did I wake you?"

"Duh!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too."

"Then next time don't pinch so hard. That hurt."

"Next time?"

"For an older sister, you sure are dumb." Missy sat up as she talked
and Susan removed her hand. "Why were you playing with my breast?"

"Well I . . . Um . . . Ah . . . Are you angry?"

"Susan, I love you. I am attracted to you like I have never been to
anyone else I know. I dream about you and it is you I think of when I
masturbate. I have wanted to sleep with you since I learned what that
meant."

Susan started laughing. "I suggested this trip so I could love you
as well. I had it all planned out. Our Motel room has only one bed. I
bought a lesbian video and brought some vibrators to get you in the
mood."

Missy moved her right hand to her sister's breast and squeezed. The
car crossed the center line and Missy let go. Susan steadied the car.

"I think we're about 40 minutes from Dallas. I saw a sign for a
truck stop at the next exit. We'll stop for a coffee and breakfast
now."

Missy hugged her sister's arm between her breasts. Susan smiled.

"I've had thoughts about you since you were a little pest following
me where ever I went. Why do you think I always allowed you along?"

Missy hugged the arm tighter and laid her head against her sister's
shoulder. Thinking about the cellophane packets of herbs and powders
in her bag she softly mused, "I wonder if I can get my money back?"

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