Now This Won't Hurt A Bit -- Chapter 9 of 38

Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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"That's ... that's very interesting, Cassie. I, uh, never would have thought of that myself."

Cassie beamed at Melinda. Melinda managed a small smile in return. It masked the growing anxiety inside her. The simple truth was that Melinda was running out of things to say. Cassie had lost her a half hour ago. Melinda heard only half of what Cassie said, and barely a fraction of that could she comprehend.

The only good thing about it was that Cassie had been so eager to talk to Melinda that she did not think to ask about what had happened to Melinda over the summer.

"It's the only thing I can think of," Cassie said in a soft, slightly dreamy voice. "It just makes sense to me. It's ... it's not a reality that will be or even could be, but ... but one that simply crosses with our plane. And my mind is the crossroads."

At first it had been a thrill to have Cassie over. Seeing her pull up in the limo, and then having the limo remained parked in front of the Sovert house was a novelty for her. Yet that wore off pretty quickly once Cassie began to talk.

Melinda had Heather initially to help her find things to say or pick up the slack in the conversation. It became too much for Heather to handle, however, after barely ten minutes. Then she was on the phone to her friend Diane, and five minutes after that she was out of the house like a shot for the mall.

Melinda hated herself for having to admit it, but Richie had been right. Cassie was weird in the extreme.

"Um, Cassie, can I ask you a question?" Melinda said quickly before Cassie could start to speak again.

"Sure." She smiled sheepishly. "I've sort of monopolized the conversation, haven't I?"

"Oh, yes!" Cassie bolted from the sofa so quickly that Melinda flinched. She dashed over to her satchel and pulled out a spiral notebook. She smiled and held it lovingly to her breast. "I keep a journal all the time. This is my thirty-second volume."

Cassie sank back down onto the sofa, looking at Melinda with intense eyes. "I write in it every day," she said in a husky voice. "I ... I have to. If I don't, they build and build in my head."

"Actually, I don't know what would happen if ... wait ... did you just make fun of me?"

Melinda shook her head quickly. "No, not at all! Really! I was, uh, just kidding around."

Cassie paused, then a small, forlorn smile touched her lips. "Sorry ... Just so many people think I'm nuts because of all this."

Cassie looked away. "I didn't ask for these dreams to start, Melinda. They did on their own. I just try to make sense of them."

Melinda nodded more slowly. Some of her convictions about her feelings towards Cassie waned.

"They were really bad this past summer. I thought they might diminish once I was overseas but they didn't. Sometimes I'd wake up feeling like I never went to sleep. Not all of my dreams were restful."

Melinda said nothing. She was starting to feel guilty about what she had been thinking. If these dreams did simply start plaguing Cassie out of the blue, that was hardly her fault. She didn't remember Cassie being anything like this in elementary school. Whatever had happened to her, it had happened over the past year.

"And there was that oddest one of all, Melinda," Cassie said softly, seeming to stare out into space, as if replaying it before her right then. "About a house. At the end of a street."

Melinda's mouth dropped open briefly. She recovered before Cassie could see it, swallowing hard.

She sorely wished Jason were there. He would make sense of what Cassie was saying. He seemed to always know what to do. That morning was the perfect example. She had not liked it at the time, but ultimately it turned out to be the right course of action. Now they knew the nurse was safe, and that this medical program was nothing to worry about.

She inwardly sighed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wished Jason were there for another reason as well.

Cassie smiled. "I'm glad you still consider me a friend. It means a lot to me right now."

Melinda hesitated a moment. She really did not want to hurt Cassie's feelings, but she felt like she was getting in way over her head. Cassie was telling her things that she only barely understood, but she could guess that it was making Cassie miserable.

"Cassie, I'm just wondering, did you ever consider ... well, telling someone about these dreams?"

"I try to tell people all the time, Melinda," Cassie said with a sigh. "No one wants to listen. You're the only one."

Melinda struggled to find the right words. "Well, there are some people that, uh, do this sort of thing. Figure out people's dreams and all that."

"Well, yeah, but ones that do this sort of thing. Uh ... do you understand what I mean, Cassie?"

There was a long pause. When she spoke again, it was in measured tones. "Yes, Melinda, I believe I do. You think I'm insane."

Cassie had risen from the sofa and was heading quickly for the front door. Melinda jogged to catch up with her and spun around in front of her, blocking her exit.

"Stop pretending, Melinda!" Cassie snapped. "That's worse than making fun of me. At least be honest that you think I'm crazy."

"Cassie, I don't think you're crazy! I just ... I just don't understand all of this. It was bugging you so I thought I would suggest ..."

"Bugging me? It doesn't bug me, Melinda." Cassie paused and sighed. "It causes me problems, yes, but ... but it's part of me ... it's me ... I can't change that, and I don't want to change that. Do you understand me?"

Melinda hesitated. "I think so," she said, though there was uncertainty in her voice. "Okay, maybe I don't, not completely. But I don't think you're crazy. Please, Cassie, I'm not like Richie!"

That gave Cassie a visible jolt. Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. She swallowed. "Please ... don't mention him right now," she said in a husky voice.

"Sorry," said Melinda sheepishly. But she had to say it. The last thing she wanted in the world was to be associated with anything Richie had done. If Richie had rejected this girl because he thought her weird, Melinda was determined not to repeat it.

"Look, I just didn't know how you felt about this, okay? I won't ever suggest you go see someone about this ever again. I promise."

Cassie nodded and gave Melinda a small smile. "Thank you." She glanced at the door. "I really better be going anyway. Oh, wait ... I never got to hear what you had done this past summer that was so interesting."

"Er ... well, it ... it's a really long story, Cassie. Let's save that for next time."

"Uh ..." She wracked her brains for an excuse to say "no" and failed. "S-sure, why not?"

Melinda watched Cassie leave, then let her breath out in a long sigh. Now she really wished she had had Jason over instead. And now she had to play hostess to Cassie again and would miss yet another opportunity.

During August, once Melinda had gotten over her initial shock of the House, Jason and Melinda managed to find time alone almost every day. Almost every day they invariably had sex.

Now Melinda had been forced to go a second day in a row without it, and it was getting to her. Even standing there, just thinking of him, was enough to make her pussy tingle. The worry that had been only at the very edge of her consciousness now slipped fully into her thoughts. Had she become too addicted to sex? Had the House made her that way?

Or did the House leave any of them with the power they once had, and Jason was somehow unconsciously using it on her?

She took a deep breath and let it go. She rushed up the stairs and into her room to find something else to distract her from her disturbing -- and arousing -- thoughts.

"There!" Jason said with satisfaction, dumping an AC adapter into Frank's lap. He sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. "Finally found it."

Frank smirked. "Thought you might've wanted to spend time with your girlfriend."

"I overheard Richie boasting about how he intended to flirt with the nurse when it's his turn, since she's so hot."

Some of what had happened in the nurse's examination room that morning was admittedly a bit of a blur to him. He did remember being rather strongly aroused in her presence. It had not been unpleasant. Awkward, but not unpleasant.

He still thought it was rather odd. He still had a fragment of a memory of seeing that aura around her, an inky black miasma that throbbed and writhed. Yet he had found nothing on her as he had left.

"Well, she said she wanted me to give her a call later this afternoon, so it's safe to say that she's not. Anyway, I had a nasty cut on my finger. Not like I had a choice."

Frank's eyes widened and he leaned forward. "Dude ... are you serious? Did you really cut yourself just to ..."

Frank knew a lie when he heard it. So Jason really did do it. He was seriously impressed.

At the same time, it reinforced the notion that there was something very odd going on, not just with Jason but with what Frank semi-cynically referred to as Jason's entourage. He started listening more closely to their conversation on the bus. He didn't pick up everything they said, but what he did made him curious.

Frank noted this with interest. One of the things he had overheard was that one of them was going to do something to stop the program. Either he had heard wrong, or the attempt had failed.

Jason looked at him funny. "Math problem? What are you talking ... oh .. oh, yes. Yes, I did. Everything's cool with that."

Frank just nodded. He was convinced now. Jason and his friends had something secretive going on. He wanted in on it, if for no other reason that he could claim to be part of some sort of group or club. It even had the hallmarks of a conspiracy of some sort.

And if that were the case, he knew he could not simply invite himself. Jason would have to invite him. Perhaps he would be willing to trade.

"Hey, Jason, you want to hear about something cool that I did?" Frank asked with a wry grin.

"It's about how I managed to fool my stepsis into some free peeks at her in the all-together ..."

Diane draped the T-shirt over herself and glanced down at it appraisingly. "Hmm. Maybe too long. Too droopy-looking. What do you think, Heather?"

Diane let the T-shirt drop. She folded it and stuffed it back in its bin. "Your body may be here, Heather, but your mind seems to be anywhere but."

It had not been for lack of trying, certainly. Heather had wanted nothing more than to put this business with the school nurse behind her. She wanted to believe Jason, that there was nothing to be worried about anymore. Yet as she had told Melinda, there was something still bothering her. The odd imagery that she had in her head whenever she thought about it was still there.

Diane stepped up to Heather. "Look, if there's something that I did wrong, please, tell me."

"What? You didn't do anything wrong. What gave you that idea? I just have something on my mind, that's all."

"Well, you hardly speak to me beyond just saying 'hi'. You used to want to catch up on the latest gossip at least once. Or we'd exchange warnings on who was giving a surprise quiz that day."

Heather paused for a moment, then spoke in a more contrite tone of voice. "I didn't realize I was doing that. But it's not you."

"Well, I didn't know what else to think. I mean ... I used to be your best friend."

"So I obviously did something to offend you," continued Diane, starting to look upset. "Just tell me what it is."

"I know, I know. You have something on your mind." Diane sighed dramatically. "You used to tell me what was on your mind, you know."

"So if that's true, Heather, what is it? Your little sis again? Teacher giving you a hard time? Another dork trying to get you to go out with him?"

Diane was sincerely hoping it was one of these. After all, those were the things that Heather always used to complain about, at least before Heather stopped talking to her sometime over the summer.

Diane had been thrilled to see Heather again when the semester started. At first it had appeared that her fears had been unfounded. Yet after two more days, it was obvious that something had changed between them.

She had little way of knowing that it was not her that had changed, but Heather, and rather profoundly at that.

So she hoped she would be on familiar ground again. It was to her dismay when Heather shook her head. "No, it's none of those."

Diane nodded and remained silent for a moment. What really confused her was the crowd Heather hung out with now. Jason Conner? Richie Gardner? Each time Diane had spied them together it looked as if they were friends. Moreover, some friends of Diane that took the same bus as Heather told her that the lot of them -- Heather's baby sis included -- sat together on the bus and talked, sometimes quite animatedly.

"Please, don't be upset by this, Heather," Diane said cautiously. "But ... but it's if you're a different person since the semester started."

Heather looked at Diane oddly. Afraid that she had indeed offended now, Diane felt the need to explain herself. "You don't seem as interested in the same things anymore. It's like you don't care about the things we used to talk about."

Diane sighed. "All right. If you really don't want to talk to me, then I'll just leave, okay?"

She started to turn away, her heart thumping. As she had ardently hoped, Heather rushed over and stopped her.

"What?" Diane asked, trying to sound casual and indifferent, but there was some measure of hope in her voice.

Diane made an attempt to sound dramatic again as she sighed, but she managed it only partially. She was looking into Heather's eyes, and it was difficult for her to think of anything harsh towards her friend. Diane always thought Heather had beautiful eyes. She loved talking with Heather because it gave her an excuse to hold eye contact and look into them.

"Diane, I'd have a really hard time explaining to you what's bothering me," Heather finally said in a halting voice. "It's really difficult."

Diane looked back in concern, still casting her own gaze into Heather's eyes. "Are you all right? Is your family okay?"

Heather tried to repress a shudder at the mention of family. "My family is fine," she lied. "It was more some stuff going on at school."

"So it is about a teacher ... no?" Diane paused. In an increasingly uneasy voice she said, "This is not about the school nurse again, is it?"

Diane tried not to react. What had happened the day before replayed vividly in her mind. "I heard Jason managed to get a look at her."

Heather hesitated a moment. "Um, yeah, it is. He cut himself on something and had to go get it treated."

Diane snickered. "I guess dork-boy would, wouldn't he? Considering it's the only action he gets."

Heather looked about to retort, but she bit it off before she could utter a sound.

Diane smirked. "Is the rumor about all this true? That Jason cut himself on purpose just to see her?"

While Heather's reassurances had been meant to assuage Diane's fears, they did anything but. Diane was still getting the feeling that something was wrong between them. If Heather stopped being her friend, she would be devastated. She was close to panicking over it.

Heather stared at her. "Seriously? I thought you were still on that diet. Not that you need it."

"Oh, just once wouldn't ... er ... matter ... did ... did you just say I didn't need it?"

Diane swallowed. "No, of course not!" she said indignantly, though her cheeks deepened from pink to red. "Look, uh ... you want to go for that ice cream or not?"

Heather glanced at her watch. "I better not. I need to head home before Mom gets there, since I'm not really supposed to be out without my baby sis."

The two of them walked out of the mall together. Diane felt her heart racing. She knew why, but didn't understand why now. Just because of Heather's remark? And it wasn't even very direct; Diane had to ultimately fish for the compliment.

Diane already knew of her feelings for Heather, and had accepted them, even if she could never act upon them. This was contingent on them never gaining any more strength than they already had. If that had changed, however, Diane was not at all sure how she was going to deal with them.

Frank's grin faded a bit. There was not as much enthusiasm or excitement behind that as he had hoped. "Just ... wow?"

"Well ... it's impressive. I mean, she's never found out about it and you've had in there how long now?"

"About four months. About to fill up the hard drive. I'm gonna have to start picking and choosing which ones to keep."

"So ... isn't that really cool? It's like free porn without an internet connection. Mindy just keeps giving me more and more. And now that she has her boyfriend coming over ..."

"I don't know, Frank. You think she might be pissed about that if she ever found out?"

Frank stared at him. "Well, duh. Which is why I never plan on telling her. Except maybe when we're both old and toothless in the retirement home, then I can have the last laugh on her."

Jason was trying to feel enthusiastic about it. Had this been a few months ago, he might. Back then he was still pining for Heather, and he would have jumped at the opportunity to take clandestine pictures of her like this. In fact, it was finding a book with what he had thought were such photos that had lured him into returning to the House in the first place.

Frank smirked. "You know, maybe if I get online, I should post some of this stuff on the internet."

Frank shrugged. "From the shitty way she treats me sometimes? Serve her right to find out about it."

"You better just keep those to yourself." Jason paused. "Why did you do that, anyway? Just to get back at her for treating you bad?"

Frank rolled his eyes. "Um, maybe for the same reason you went to see the nurse?"

"Okay, then, how about the same reason you enjoyed going to see the nurse. Mindy may be a pain in the ass, she may be an idiot, but she's hot." He grinned conspiratorially. "Want me to make some copies for you? I got a CD-burner."

Jason wanted to refuse. He knew this was wrong. But his mind kept returning to the vision of Nurse Nyssa Neris and the affect she had on him. He wished he had pics like that of her. Just the thought of it was making his cock stir again.

Months ago he was a nerd with no sexual experience. By now he had had sex with two girls and had a grown woman tell him that he had sexy eyes. He liked how good this made him feel, and he craved more.

"Sure, why not?" Jason said with a small grin. "I'll be the judge of how hot she is."

Jason chuckled. "I doubt that. She'd have to be pretty far up there to beat Nurse Neris."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get your chance when your time comes to be examined by her."

Frank rolled his eyes. "With my luck, I'll be called on the very last day of the semester and I'll have the flu that day."

Jason paused a moment. "Considering how important this program seems to the school, I'm sure they'll make sure everyone is taken at some point."

Richie burst into his house through the front door, slamming it hard behind him. He undid the laces of his cleats at the door and then hurtled them at the wall of the entry hall. He stomped up the stairs and to his room. There, he threw down the bat and glove in a huff and pounced onto his bed.

Three guys. That's how many he had managed to scrounge up for a baseball game. Then when they scrapped the game idea for lack of players and just did some practice, one had to go home to do his homework and one other had his girlfriend show up. The one he was left with was a total dork to begin with, so he wasn't even worth considering.

He turned on the bed and socked his pillow. He hated the way school messed with his entire lifestyle. It didn't just end with the school bell signaling the end of the last class, or even when the bus let him off at his house. Nobody wanted to do the cool stuff anymore because they had schoolwork to do, or had other activities based at school clubs or sports, or had hooked up again with girlfriends that they saw only during the school year.

He flopped over on his back again and sighed. Even his fellow "Harbingers" all had something to do. Jason cozying up to the shrimp; Melinda playing hostess to the weirdo; Heather down at the mall with all the other teenage girls, like it was their second home or something.

Richie glanced towards the door. No one had come to his room. The house was quiet. His mother was back at work and wouldn't be home until the evening.

He made a face. His mother had had something done to her by the principal, and no one seemed to give a shit. Not even Jason had followed up on it. Richie thought he could count on Jason above all else. Instead it seemed he was joining the "Richie Hate Club" along with everyone else.

He muttered a curse and jumped out of bed. He ran into his mother's bedroom and grabbed the extension in there. "Yeah, what?" he snarled into the phone.

Richie snorted. "And a fine, fine afternoon to you too, Mr. Conner!" he said in a mocking tone of voice. He shook his head and sighed in exasperation. "What the fuck do you want, Jason?"

"Why did you tell everyone that I cut myself to go see the nurse? That was supposed to be a secret!"

"Well, shit, I didn't tell everyone, Jesus. I just told a friend of mine. A single friend."

"Yeah, and let me guess, you did it in the middle of a crowded hallway between classes."

"No, we dashed over to the cafe for tea and crumpets served to us by a snooty French waiter to a private booth."

An exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "Richie, for once, why don't you just think about what you're doing ..."

A pause. When Jason spoke again, it was in a more contrite tone. "All right, sorry I yelled at you."

"Richie, I don't know what to do for you there," Jason said in a pleading voice. "I don't know how to deal with that. It gets frustrating when people think I have all the answers. I wish some of you would accept that I'm just as much in the dark as the rest of you."

Richie was silent for a long moment, several emotions flickering across his face. He felt despair at hearing this, then anger at Jason for daring to say it, then guilt for relying on him so heavily in the first place when he has his own problems with his dad. "I guess that just comes with being the geek, huh?" Richie said in a softer voice.

"Look, all I ask is that you don't go spreading around stuff the Harbingers talk about, okay?"

Richie paused a moment. "Hey, you wanna get together for a bit? Just hang out or go down to the arcade?"

"You should do it, too. You know you let that go to the last minute too many times."

Richie rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother," he said mockingly before hanging up the phone.

Richie found it increasingly difficult to know what to say or do around anyone else anymore. Before the House he had no problems just being himself. Now when he was himself, everyone treated him as an obnoxious asshole.

He refused to believe that's what he was all along. It must be everyone else that was too sensitive anymore.

Richie headed back into his room and grabbed his backpack. He spilled out the contents haphazardly on the bed and tried to remember exactly what he was supposed to do. He opened a notebook at random. It turned out to be his history notebook.

He frowned at the pages. He flipped to the last one he had written on and saw what he was supposed to do. He made a face and closed the notebook.

It had been the same thing the last two days as well. He just didn't bother with his history assignments. Instead, he'd dash off something in the few minutes before the class started just to have something in front of him when Miss Davis went over the assignment. It was enough to fool her, since she always stayed near her desk during that part of the class. Sometimes her gaze seemed to linger on his desk for a moment or two longer, but she never said anything.

Anger boiled up inside of him again. He took the notebook and hurled it across the room. It opened in mid-air and smashed against the side of his dresser, nearly tearing a page from it completely as it slid to the floor. The cover was partially torn from the spiral binding and sat at a drunken angle.

Melinda tried a variety of activities in her room to distract herself from her thoughts. Ultimately, she failed.

She closed her eyes, panting heavily as her fingers squished between her swollen labia. Moisture glistened in her pink folds and on her fingers. A bit of the insides of her thighs just at her groin were also wet. Her still damp panties lay in a crumpled heap to the side with the rest of her clothes. It still smelled strongly of her arousal, having soaked through the underthings before she finally gave into the urge. Her other hand lay against a breast, fingers tweaking the nipple.

Melinda uttered a soft whimper as she spread her legs further apart and angled her hand. She threw back her head in a short gasp as two fingers eased into her very tight tunnel. She held her breath as her fingers sank, letting it go as a moan when her digits were buried inside her. Her hips bucked as she began thrusting, her other hand slipping down from her breast and stroking her needful clit.

Heather knew that Melinda occasionally masturbated. She knew that even before the House. Yet Heather would be shocked if she saw the skill that her little sister applied to the task now.

Melinda worked her pussy as if she had an audience. The reason for this was that she occasionally did have an audience. Jason sometimes asked her to do this for him. Watching Melinda play with herself was an extreme turn-on for him. She had yet to do it for him since she had shaved, and she sorely wished he were here to see it.

Although in that case, she might be more inclined to have Jason's fingers in her instead. Or his tongue.

Her fingers moved faster, her pleasure rising, her body trembling with desire. She envisioned Jason with her, watching her, touching himself in a similar manner. She imagined the noises he made, the sight of his fingers sliding up and down his shaft.

Melinda quivered with mounting lust, fingers frantically diving in and out of her cunt. Her breasts jiggled, the flesh rippling as she moved. Her moans grew louder and louder as she approached crescendo.

Melinda yanked her hands from her pussy just as she was about to strain towards climax. It was only then that she remembered Jason was supposed to call her after Frank had left.

Melinda struggled out of bed, trying not to let her damp fingers get in the blanket. Her pussy ached badly, feeling swollen and unfulfilled. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran, uttering a desperate whimper as the movement of her thighs tried to push her over the edge. She very nearly stumbled on the stairs when she thought she was about to cum, but her pussy gave a single abortive throb and subsided.

Panting, partially from exertion and partially from desire, she nearly crashed into the little table that held the phone. She reached for it, cursed, wiped her fingers on her hip and then grabbed it. "Hello?!" she almost shouted into the phone.

"Yes, Jason, I know, hi," Melinda panted. She took the cordless over to the sofa and sat down gingerly, barely suppressing a moan.

Melinda bit her lower lip. The pressure in her pussy was intolerable. She spread her legs apart as she leaned back into the cushions. "Yes, I'm fine, just fine."

Melinda closed her eyes. Her pussy was falling back from the edge, but very slowly. She really didn't want it to fall back. She had worked herself up to this point and she was desperate for release. "You just caught me ... in the middle of something."

"No!" Melinda cried. She couldn't stand it anymore. She slipped a hand between her legs. She uttered an excited sigh as her fingers squelched in her pussy. In a softer and more sultry voice she said, "I mean, no, go ahead, what do you want?"

"Want? Well ... just to talk to you, that's all." He paused. Melinda panted lightly as her fingers dipped into her cunt. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay already, Jason!" Melinda cried in a breathy voice. Her fingers tightened around the handset as her pussy rose precipitously. She uttered a tiny gasp and relented. She swallowed hard. "It's just kinda hard to talk at the moment."

"Just ... j-just ... h-having a little fun," Melinda said with a weak smile. Her panting grew heavier as her fingers moved in a quick circular pattern over her clit. Her pussy started to strain near the edge. She was not going to be able to stop herself.

"A little ..." There was a long pause at Jason's end. Melinda thought she heard his breath quicken as well. "You're ... you're not ..."

Suddenly Melinda's legs drew up and her back arched. She let go with a shrill cry into the telephone as she came. Her body jerked and she uttered staccato gasps as she throbbed, her hand pressed tightly against her pussy. She let out a slow sigh as her orgasm faded, her muscles going limp save for the one that held the phone to her face.

Melinda blinked and drew the phone from her face briefly, staring at it as if expecting the gesture to somehow register on the other end. She brought it back to her face."You're kidding, right?"

"It was an orgasm, you idiot!" cried Melinda, blushing bright red. "I ... I, uh ... got a little excited and had to ... do something about it."

Melinda rolled her eyes and almost slapped her forehead, remembering her wet hand in time. "Not what, who, you ... you geek," she said in a softer and more tender voice. She even managed a small giggle.

Melinda giggled again. The awe in his voice was priceless and emboldened her. "And I did it with my nicely shaved pussy, too ..."

"Yeah, but Mom is here!" Jason whispered intensely into the phone. "I can't exactly, you know, take care of it now."

Melinda giggled. "Okay, I won't say anything else. But can we please get together again soon?"

She clicked the "off" button on the headset. Just as she stood, she heard the front door being unlocked.

Melinda gasped in horror, eyes wide, then let her breath go as a ragged sigh as she saw who it was. "Heather! Thank God. I thought for a minute it might be ..."

"Uh ..." Melinda's blush returned. She sheepishly stepped over to the table and put the handset down. "I'll, um, just go upstairs now ..."

Melinda had dashed halfway to the bottom of the steps. She turned and tried to look casual. "Yes?"

Heather's eyes darted over Melinda's body. She then noticed the lingering dampness in her sister's pussy, and the glistening on one hand. Melinda ducked the hand behind her back.

Heather paused a long moment, then covered her eyes with her hand. She uttered a long sigh, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. It did nothing for the growing heat in her pussy.

"I'll be up in a minute," Heather said in a strained voice as she headed quickly for the downstairs bathroom.

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