"You look like you're going to a motorcycle race." Robin poured herself a glass of orange juice. She looked pleasantly across at her sis. She didn't mind Marcia's kidding.

"Nope." She finished the juice and found a half piece of toast. She felt Marcia's look.

"When are you going to start dating, Robin? I mean, don't you think it's about time you started to learn about men."

"I'm not so dumb about men." Robin chewed the toast.

"Yeah, I know," Marcia went on, "you fight with them and race them and all that kind of stuff."

"I don't fight with them."

"I bet you could though. I bet you hate males deep down inside. You're a person with deep mental problems, Robin. You're repressing your libido and sexual drives…" Marcia had come awake. She looked chair and ready for a long argument.

Robin swallowed the toast. She could see that Marcia was waiting for her to come back.

"You haven't had a whirlwind of dates yourself lately." The toast was stuck in her throat but Robin didn't let Marcia know. The orange juice helped.

"Oh, but I have one tonight. I've been saving everything for him." Marcia arched her eyebrows and quit fooling with her hair. Robin's sister was a regular beauty queen. She could see Marcia's large tits even through the terrycloth robe. "He drives a Continental. Not a new one, but one of those classics made in the forties." Marcia licked her lips. "White with leather seats."

Robin was impressed. She shrugged her shoulders. "Big deal. What is he, a tie salesman?" She could see that she'd gotten under Marcia's skin.

"Well, at least I won't be arm-wrestling him." Marcia stood up and the front of her robe parted slightly. Robin saw that she was naked underneath. Not even a pair of panties. Mom wouldn't approve.

"I don't arm-wrestle."

"Oh, I see. You just wrestle."

Robin felt her face redden. Marcia smiled, walked sexily around the table. She eyed Robin.