Impossible to Resist
Annabel and Bonnie were born only a year apart. The grew up together, spent all their time together and helped each other when in need. They were not only sisters, but best friends as well.
Of course, as time passed, and they grew up, they decided upon their own careers and acquired jobs in different professions. Consequently, they moved in different circles, but always came back together on a regular basis.
Bonnie - the younger of the two - was the first to marry. It wasn't a surprise, as she had been going out with Dennis for two years (in fact they had been living together for six months prior to that). Annie married the next year - she and Steve wanted to give her parents time to recover from the first expenditure, although it meant that they were waiting a lot longer than they had intended (or wanted).
Time passed and Bonnie's house heard the patter of tiny feet. One boy and one girl.
Annie and her husband had to wait to start a family as they were in a difficult situation career-wise, but eventually she gave birth to Michael.
Almost two decades later, the sisters were now in their mid-40s. Both of Bonnie's children had flown the nest - as had her husband. Their marriage had become a sham in the end, and they were only waiting for the children to leave before they obtained a divorce. Bonnie found a small property that suited her close to her sibling. She had enough put by to live comfortably when combined with her part-time job at a local nursery school.
Meanwhile, Annie's son Michael was still at home - but probably not for much longer. He was almost nineteen and had already gotten the grades he needed to go to the University of his choice.
So, Michael's birthday was coming up and his parents asked him if he wanted a party. Much to their surprise (and disappointment), he said no. He decided instead to go out that evening with his closest friends (all of whom had already either started work or decided on a different University, so he wouldn't be seeing them for a while). It was a weekday and as he was likely to be out late, Annie invited Bonnie over to keep her company - Michael's father Steve worked a night shift for a high-tech computer company, so he was gone between 9.30pm and 6.30am.
Michael went out of the door at a little after seven o'clock. His Mother had managed to get him to eat a meal before he left, as she was sure that drink would be involved in his evening.
*****
Bonnie and Annie opened a bottle of wine and sipped at their glasses while talking and reminiscing of when they were the same age as Michael. How they would go out and maybe have a little too much to drink. The boyfriends and the mischief they got up to caused them to giggle like teenagers again.
"And what about the sex?" said Bonnie. "Every night!"
"Rubbish! You wish! If I recall correctly, you were always whingeing that you weren't getting enough!"
"Well, maybe not every night. But it was a damn sight more than I'm getting now."
"Me too!" Annie blushed at what she had just admitted.
"So, you and Steve aren't doing it much?"
Annie sighed, "No. not very much at all, to be honest."
"You don't think he's having an affair?"
She burst out laughing, "No! Ha ha! Not a chance. He's just tired all the time. The problem is that when I'm in the mood in the evening, it's just his start of the day. Let's face it, first thing in the morning isn't the best time for most people of our age."
"What about holidays?"
Annie smiled at a memory, "Well, it certainly improves then. Especially when I wag my tail at him!"
"Huh?" she questioned.
Sheepishly, Annie explained, "Well, if I get onto the bed on my hands and knees, pull my nightie up and wiggle my bum, it drives him wild! If I'm wearing panties, he'll rip them off, but I try and make sure I'm not. He turns into a bit of an animal and once he's in he just hangs onto my hips drives it home fast."
Annie realised she was panting a little at the memory.
"Do you come?" asked Bonnie.
"When he's like that he's never going to last very long is he? So, I cheat a bit. I go to the bathroom first and, well, get my motor running. Then when he goes in after I continue playing with myself until he comes out. Usually that works, but if I'm a bit behind, I beg him to keep going until I get there. He usually does his best, bless him."
"But that's just holiday times, yes?"
"Yes. It would never work at home. Believe me, I've tried."
"That damned night job, eh?"
"Yes. But at least it pays well, and we don't have to worry about money."
*****
It was one o'clock in the morning when they heard Michael stumble up to the front door and drop his keys. Annie opened the door while he was still leaning over trying to retrieve them. The amount he was swaying told her everything she needed to know - even if she had lost her sense of smell. He reeked of alcohol but, fortunately, he appeared not to have been ill. Yet.
With Bonnie's help. They got Michael inside. He mumbled his thanks and something that sounded like, "Warrer".
The two women looked at each other and, after a pause, understood - he needed to drink plenty of water. They sat him down in the kitchen and gave him a full glass. He emptied it, so they gave him another, which he sipped. Then he slumped down onto his arms and looked like he was going to sleep.
"Oh, Bonnie. We can't let him sleep here; we'll have to get him up to bed".
Fortunately, it was a wide staircase, so the sisters stood either side of him and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. It wasn't easy, but slowly they made their way up. Annie had a good grip of his left hand, pulling down to keep his arm over her shoulders. Bonnie had gripped his other wrist in a similar manner, but as they struggled his hand accidentally brushed against her breast. Perhaps she wouldn't have noticed, but for some reason her nipple was standing proud, and the fingers rubbed across the outline. It sent a thrill through her. The next contact was not accidental; in fact, she held his hand and pressed the palm into her needy flesh.
