This night hadn't been meant for a farewell date. They'd made the dinner date last week, and it was supposed to be just that – dinner at Cathy's, followed by a few hours of pussy eating – they met at least once, a week, sometimes more often.

But Steven's arrival today had changed all that. From the moment Sammi's tongue had glided across her brother's stiff cock, she knew that she would turn to him as she had always done.

At least Cathy understood. But Cathy knew only that Samantha had been fucking her twin brother since they were barely out of diapers. There were still things she didn't know, things that only Samantha Baines Shepherd knew. It had to be that way.

Cathy squirmed and fought herself free of Sammi's questing tongue. "Let's go to bed. We'll go out with a bang, not a whimper, sweet pussy of mine."

Sammi nodded. Her friend stepped down from the chair, took Sammi by the hand, and they went into the bedroom, which doubled as Cathy's studio. Cathy was a talented painter and sculptress. Half the room was a clutter of easels, workbenches and canvases set aside; the other half contained a neat sleeping area. Not exactly a boudoir, but they had made the bed rock many an hour, during the past year. Once or twice they had been able to fuck at Sammi's house, but not very often, as Maria was usually at home and she knew nothing of her mother's ongoing sexual affair.

Sammi turned and saw the voluptuous nude that Cathy had painted of her, hanging on the wall overlooking the bed. She loved the picture, wondered if she dared ask for it, now that they were breaking up. The idea of hanging it in her own bedroom, at home, and of fucking Steven while the picture smiled down at them, was an instant turn-on.

Cathy threw down her unbuttoned shirt and slid out of her jeans. Her body was slender, pale, with small tits and a narrow ass. Her legs were short, but pretty. Her summer tan had faded. One could hardly see her nipples, except when they were hard and aroused, as they were now, from Sammi's fervent sucking.