Author's Note: This is Chapter 2 of the "We Need to Stop This" story. The twin sisters in this chapter are characters you haven't met yet. This chapter turned out to be more of a romance than a sex-fest, so be prepared that there are only two orgasms, and one crying girl in it. And alas, both orgasms come, as it were, by the same hand. You needn't have read Chapter 1 to follow this, and the idea for this story is that you could read the chapters in any order you wish (except for the last, with the climax).
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Veronica stepped out of the bathroom and into the little hotel room. She had a towel wrapped around her and was using another one to dry her blonde hair.
She and her twin sister were traveling together to meet their father's fiancé. They had stopped for the night just outside Chicago, before making the last long leg of the trip North into Wisconsin.
Veronica looked out at the room, and let out a gasp.
"Oh, good Lord, Jennifer! What are you doing?" Veronica put her hands up, pretending to cover her eyes.
"You can see very well what I'm doing, Ronnie," Jen answered breathlessly, slowing but not stopping her hands.
"Do you mind, would you stop that? There's something I wanted to ask you." Veronica walked over and sat down at the foot of her twin sister's bed.
"Oh God," Jennifer breathed hoarsely, "I'm so close, I'm so almost there."
As Jen's hands continued their indecent mission, her twin sister stood, turning her back on the sight. Ronnie folded her arms and kept fuming, unable to block out the sounds -- sounds so very close to the noises she herself would have made. And she cursed herself when the arrival of her sister's climax sparked a warm little twinge in her belly. It wasn't as though she had never watched her twin masturbate before, but it had been many years, and she had long ago assumed that, as grown women, they had put that behind them.
Veronica kept her back turned as she heard Jennifer rustle out of the bed. She presumed it was to get a robe or, at least, to put some underwear on.
She was wrong; instead, she felt Jennifer press up behind her, and wrap her arms around Veronica's waist.
The warmth and the feel of her twin were familiar in ways she had almost forgotten. She let the hug go on for a moment, and tried to ignore the obvious smell of Jennifer's sex.
"Come on, you remember, in college?" Jennifer spoke softly into Veronica's ear.
Veronica pulled away then, clutching at the towel wrapped around her, to keep it from falling from her. "I really try not to," she blushed, not wanting to revisit those memories any more.
The bare Jennifer sat back down on the bed, immodestly tucking one foot against her opposite thigh. "I seem to remember enjoying it. I still to this day think it's hot being watched. And don't you lie, Ronnie, you loved it, too." Jennifer brushed some imaginary thing from her thigh as she spoke.
"That was 10 years ago," Veronica replied, yet with softness now in her voice. "And you," she went on, with a tone of mock accusation, "you're a married woman now!"
Jennifer's response was to draw up one hand to tweak her own nipple teasingly with a finger, and she gazed down at it, watching it react to the touch. She knew this would annoy her sister to no end.
