Steamy Sisters (12 page)

Gallery ownership was a different matter, though. And the more she threw herself into it the more she enjoyed it, and was convinced she had made the right decision. She was still part of the art world, and almost every day she met young artists, like Nic Cabrini, the brilliant sculptor, who lived just outside of town, as well as older, established ones. It was exciting to discuss art, and help them further their careers. She liked applying her skills to business - it was in her blood - and was excited by the wheeling and dealing of the art world.
 

Setting up had been straightforward. Her father, who owned most of the town, had given her an empty unit at the mall; her sister Katherine’s architect husband, Richard, had designed the interior for her; and her own knowledge and innate business sense had helped her do the rest. It had been hard work, but great fun. She was determined to make a success of it. And Steamy Springs was an ideal place. It was one of the most exclusive resorts in the Rockies. Busy all year round, and full of people who had money to burn.
 

She switched on the iMac and looked at the news sites. See if anything interesting was happening in the world. Just the usual. Nothing much. She was trying to avoid the news. It usually made her feel a little down. Sapped her energy. Most of the time it wasn’t even news. Just the views of right-wing opinion formers and columnists, almost frothing at the mouth with bile and hate. When did America become so extreme? Or maybe it hadn’t. The ordinary people were the same. It was the politics that had gone crazy.

 
She phoned Jake and spent the next half an hour happily chatting with him. She broached the subject of them heading up to Snowmass on Saturday to meet Jack Keate, and once he’d found out he was an art collector, he was amazingly amenable to the idea. That was the weekend sorted, then.

Katarina, finally arrive with the coffees, and placed them down on the reception desk with a sigh.

“They must have been real busy,” said Emily.

“They were,” said Katarina. “And I met someone I know on the way back.”

“Anyway, I’ve arranged for us to go to Snowmass on Saturday.”

“To see Jack Keate?”

“That’s right.”

“What about Jake?”

“Jake’s coming with us.”

“Is that wise?”

“Don’t worry. Jack and Jake will get along just fine,” said Emily. “He’s arriving tomorrow, so I’ll probably take the day off work. Can you look after the Gallery for the day?”

“No problem. You enjoy yourself. Everything will be fine.”

Emily smiled and went back to her office to catch up on some paper work that needed doing. If she left it until after the weekend she’d never summon up the energy to do it. Weekends with Jake usually left her physically exhausted. No-one liked to fuck as vigorously as him.

 
As Emily closed the office door behind her, Katarina picked up the phone and dialled the usual number. She had things to discuss.

Chapter Four

Jake arrived on the doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon. Emily waved goodbye to the cab driver, and then ushered him into the house. He put his bags down on the floor and they embraced.
 

Jake kissed Emily’s lips and nuzzled her neck, running his hands over her hips and bottom, pulling her closer to him.
 

“I’ve missed you,” he said, in between kisses. “I have missed you so damn much.”

“I’ve missed you too, honey?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all the way over here on the plane,” he said. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Someone’s horny.”

“Mega horny. And even more so now that I saw you. You are so damn gorgeous.”

“You’re not looking too bad yourself. A little pale, maybe.”

 
“I’ve been inside for nearly a month working on my paintings.”

 
“It kind of suits you though. Sort of the sexy vampire look.”

“I’m not that pale.”
 

“Not quite,” said Emily, pushing his longish hair away from his face. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” She led him by the hand to the bedroom.

Jake took off her top and unbuttoned her jeans.

She stepped out of them, and kicked them to one side. She was wearing nothing except a blue bra and panties set, and a smile.

Jake tore at his own clothes, throwing them onto a chair, in no mood for time wasting. Forget about foreplay, he just wanted to fuck.

He removed his shorts to reveal his already swollen cock. Bolt upright, hard as wood, and standing to attention like a little Marine, he pushed it against the front of her panties, and slipped his hands down the back of them. They were a confection of silk and lace which excited the hell out of him, but even they didn’t feel as silky smooth and wonderful as Emily’s skin. He caressed her butt and fleetingly and teasingly pushed his fingers further down through the back of her legs and onto the outer lips of her pussy.
 

Emily shuddered with excitement and pulled herself closer to him. One hand on his back, the other stroking the slight growth of beard on his face.
 

They kissed again. This time more passionately. Their tongues tasting each other, lips luscious and moist, inhaling the warmth of each other’s breath.

They closed their eyes and gave into the pleasure, And relief. Relief that they were finally together again after what had seemed like ages apart.
 

Jake lifted her up, supporting her by her butt. Her fingers interlaced behind his neck, holding on, as he carried her to the bed.

He put her down gently and climbed on top, sitting astride her. He expertly undid her bra strap with one easy flick of his wrist, and unleashed her beautiful breasts. God, he loved her tits. He loved all of her, in fact. Tits, ass, pussy, face, legs, hair, hips, arms, hands, feet, every goddamn inch of her. Not just her looks either. Taste, smell, feel, voice, heart, mind, soul, spirit, personality, essence, quintessence,
 
whatever, you name it. Every damn thing about her. He looked lovingly and lustfully into her eyes, took a deep breath, and vowed he’d give her the fuck of the century. It was no less than she deserved. She was the woman he loved.
 

 
He gently bit her nipple, and massaged her breast with his hand. It tasted good. His other hand crept down her body and between her legs. He stroked the tender skin of her labia, slowly opening her up, encouraging her juices to start flowing. Making her wet.
 

He pushed two fingers inside of her, exploring her warm, tight pussy. She felt wonderful inside, and he marvelled as her muscles contracted and held his fingers even more tightly. She’d become quite sporty again since returning to Steamy Springs, and that was obviously having a great effect on her pelvic muscles. She had total control, and with a twitch of one she could probably take the top off of a bottle of beer if he put it in there. He grew harder as he imagined what it was going to be like to have his cock gripped by those.

He ran his fingers along the wall of her pussy, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. More urgently. With each stroke, his thumb brushed back and forth over her clit, leaving her shuddering with pleasure.
 

Emily’s breathing was now more rapid, her muscles were tensed, but at the same time she felt utterly relaxed. She loved it when Jake fingered her, but now she needed more. She needed his cock inside her. She lifted herself up and rested on her elbows, twisting her body sideways so as to indicate to Jake that he should lie on his back. She wanted to be on top. He understood the silent instruction, and let her take control.

She looked down at Jake’s toned body. Not bad for an artist. But he was often out surfing and swimming in the ocean. His cock was hard and proud, and she ran her hand along its shaft. It was almost hot to the touch, all revved up and ready for action. She squeezed his balls playfully, gently rolling them in the palm of her hand, careful not to hurt him, knowing how sensitive he was down there.
 
She lowered her head and took them in her mouth, tenderly sucking and kissing them.
 

Jake groaned and took a deep breath. He was going to have to calm down, or it would all be over before the main event. He could feel the cum rising in his cock, and he tensed his muscles down there to stop himself from exploding. It was like a volcano. Once the magma chamber had reached the crucial pressure point, nothing on this earth was going to stop it from blowing. He
 
guided Emily away from his balls, and led her to his cock.
 

She took hold of it with her hand and put it into her mouth. Moving it in and out, pushing and pulling his foreskin backwards and forwards over its juicy head. She was glad Jake was uncut. She preferred it. It looked better, and his foreskin kept the head smooth and moist. He was lucky, his parents had decided it was best for him to be as nature had intended, and had kept him intact. Emily wondered why they still messed around with guys’ cocks in the US. It was almost barbaric. Primitive.

She knew that if she stayed down there too long it would overwhelm him, so she moved onwards, crawling further up his body until her pussy rubbed against his cock. She glided it along him, letting her own slickness act as a lubricant, painting her pussy juices all over his penis. Who was the artist now? And how did he feel about the brushstrokes?

She took hold of him with her hand and guided his shaft towards her vulva. Her lips parted with ease, and his whole length entered her. She gripped her pussy around him and began to ride. Up and down his cock, loving each ascent and descent. Mesmerised by the pleasure, exhilarated by the feeling of fullness inside of her.
 

Jake cupped his hands around her ass and guided her movements, taking her weight, trying to control her motion and synchronise its rhythm. He watched her tits bounce around in front of his face, and he lunged for one of them with his mouth, like bobbing for apples at Halloween. He caught one between his lips and ran his tongue across the firm nipple.
 

Emily continued with her rhythm, feeling sure she could now cruise towards orgasm. The top of the hill was in site, if she could just keep at this pace she would be up and over it soon.

Jake had other ideas, he didn’t want her to cruise to a come. He wanted to take her on a white knuckle ride down the rapids.

He pulled out, and slipped from under her, leaving her slightly bemused and wondering what his next move would be. He pushed her up to the top of the bed and kneeled behind her, opening her legs and gesturing that she should brace herself.

Emily held onto the bedrail as Jake thrust his cock into her, and his pelvis slammed against her butt with a slap. She moaned as he moved in and out, hard and fast.

He put his arm around her front and gripped her stomach, pulling her onto his cock each time he thrust forward. His free hand grasped at her breasts and his mouth gnawed at her shoulders and neck. He wanted to force their bodies together as if the strength and speed of his fucking would bind them. Two atoms colliding and fusing together to create the supreme energy burst of orgasm. It wasn’t enough to fuck her. He wanted to possess her. He wanted the two of them to become one.

Emily could hold back no longer. Her clit was swollen to almost bursting point. She needed release. A million nerve endings zapped pleasure around her body, and she let herself finally be taken over by it. The waves engulfed her and she was gone, carried away in a sea of ecstasy.
 

Jake gave one final thrust, and his cum sprayed into her. His body tensed momentarily before relaxing and falling against her. His energy spent. His desire satiated.
 

They lay down and held each other, pulling the sheets over them. Both content, both satisfied. Both knowing there was nowhere on earth they’d rather be.

Chapter Five

Saturday morning came and they set off in Emily’s SUV to drive to Snowmass. Jake drove, and they stopped off at Katarina’s apartment to pick her up.
 

“Hello Jake,” she said, as she got into the backseat. “It’s nice to meet you finally. Emily’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hi Katarina. Nice to meet you too. How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” she replied. “ Are you looking forward to the trip?”

“Sure. Haven’t been to Snowmass for a few years.”

“Do you know this Jack Keate man?”

“Yeah. He was a well known skier.”

“Are you hoping he’ll buy some of your paintings?”

“We’ll see. I’m not giving him the hard sell. I’ll show him my website if he’s interested.”

“That reminds me. Did you sell anything yesterday?” said Emily.

“Nothing. It was quiet all day,” replied Katarina.

“And you locked up the shop as usual?”

“Of course. Locks, alarms, guards on windows. Everything. Don’t worry.”

“You can never be too careful. There was that cat burglar targeting the houses of wealthy residents during the economic forum recently.”

“Were they ever caught?” asked Jake.

“No. My sister was telling me all about it. She’s good friends with a detective in the Sheriff’s Department,” replied Emily. “They didn’t catch the guy. So who knows. He could still be around.”
 

It was about a two hour drive to Snowmass, which passed through some stunning scenery, but which was largely uneventful. They chatted idly and listened to rock music on the radio.
 

As they approached the edge of Snowmass, Emily phoned Jack Keate and asked for directions to his lodge. It was about ten minutes away, and they found it easily.
 

Jack came out to greet them, and they parked the SUV and went into the lodge.

It was large and modern in style, but Emily thought it was a little bit impersonal. More like a hotel than someone’s house. Personal belongings were kept to a minimum, with just some paintings on the walls and a few sculptures. It was minimalist, and would look good in an interiors magazine, but it wasn’t particularly homely.