Peggy didn't, either.

She and Arlene had never enjoyed intimate talks before, especially about sex. She wasn't sure how to answer her sister.

"I get these crazy, wild ideas in my head," Arlene went on. "I mean some really weird fantasies I never used to have them, but being married to my present husband, well… I don't come, and these fantasies are in my head and I'm about to… oh, Peggy, what's wrong with me?"

Peggy leaned forward and held her sobbing sister in her arms. She caressed and stroked her back, her arms. She held Arlene's head against her tits, feeling the shudders go through her slim body. She had not known Arlene was so sensual, so hot-blooded. This was a revelation.

"I've always wanted, needed, sex, Peggy," Arlene mumbled against her sister's tits. "For as long as I can remember, I've been out of my mind with desire. That's why I married at eighteen. I know I surprised you and a few others, but that was why I did it. All those boys at school, wanting to do it to me, always kissing me and feeling me and they'd get so hard and put my hand on their… down there, and I'd find it in my hand and I'd be pumping them and trying to keep their hands from under my dress and… ohhhh, Peggy, I loved it! I loved holding them and jerking them and making them come. And all the time, I was about to melt with heat and…"

Peggy pushed her sister away, looking into her tormented face, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes. She held Arlene by her shoulders, looking hard, searching for herself in those eyes.

"I think I understand, Arlene," she said softly. "I'm sure I understand now."

"No, you don't!" Arlene wailed. "It isn't just that I can't seem to come anymore, ft's… it's something else, too."

"Tell me," Peggy whispered softly, running her hand through her sister's silky blonde hair.