Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 17:16:29 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: Parvah-2 Parvah-2 "Sweethearts, I have every trust in you, so enjoy yourselves and have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow evening." This was the first time mom had left me and my little sister alone for so long. I'm Misha, and I'm 14 years old. I was being left with my little sister Shira, 11. Mom has always made extra money as a tantric massage therapist, and she was going away for an all-day seminar about it. Shira and I have read all of her books, especially the ones with pictures of naked people. As the taxi drove off, we went back inside to make supper according to Mom's written instructions. We did OK, and only burned it a bit, and as we were eating the phone rang. Shira jumped up to get it. All she said was, "Hi, uh-huh, yeah, hu-huh, OK, bye." When she hung up I asked who it was. She told me, "That was some lady named Jackie Caldwell, who is coming at ten o'clock tomorrow for a massage with Mom." "WHAT?" I yelled, "Why didn't you tell her that Mom's out of town?" "Oops," she said, and looked at me as if I was supposed to fix her screw-up. I thought for a few minutes before telling her, "Look, we've both peeked in when Mom was working, and we've read all her books. We're just going to have to do it ourselves." "But the lady will know." Shira protested. "No she won't. I'll get her onto Mom's massage table, then put a warm washcloth over her eyes. Then you have to come in real quiet-like, and hold open the book for me while I do the massage. You gotta turn the pages real quiet, so she won't know. OK?" "Uh, OK" We were going to spend that night watching TV, but instead we spent it practising massage on each other. Shira was hopeless. Every time I tried to massage her she got ticklish and thrashed around in gales of giggles. Eventually we got too tired, and fell asleep on Mom's king size bed. Next morning we got up and Shira made breakfast since it was only cold cereal, while I put new sheets on Mom's massage table, plugged in the oil warmer; and put on my little white tennis outfit, which was the closest thing I had to a nurse uniform. Then we waited. At a couple of minutes to ten, the doorbell rang. Shira stayed in the kitchen while I answered the door. "Good morning!" I told her, "I'm Misha, and my mother has asked me to get you settled before she comes downstairs to do your massage. Come this way please, Ms Caldwell." I led her through Mom's waiting room and into the therapy room. "My mother has asked me to tell you that today's massage should be conducted in complete silence, except for the meditation music she will be playing. Please disrobe completely as usual, and lie on the massage table face up, covered with this sheet." I got out of there quick, and went to get a hot damp washcloth. When I returned and listened at the door, I couldn't hear her moving, so I went in and found her lying on the table and everything seemed OK. So I put the warm cloth on her eyes and told her not to move, then turned on the meditation music. Then I went back to the door and told Shira, "She's ready Mom. I did everything just like you said." Shira stifled a giggle, and followed me back into the therapy room with Mom's big book that shows all the moves and the order to do them in. I motioned to her to stand on the other side of the client, so I could see both the client and the book. That's what Mom always calls her customers, 'The Client.' I dipped my fingers in the oil warmer, then carefully picked up Mrs. Caldwell's left hand and started to work on it. She didn't object. I massaged each finger, then the back and palm. Then I slowly worked up past her wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm to her shoulder. Shira and I circled around, always looking at each other across the client's body, until I could repeat the process on her right arm. I reached Ms. Caldwell' right shoulder, and looked up at the book. Time for the chest. I lifted the sheet and draped it down over her tummy. Then I stopped. She had even bigger breasts than our mom. Looking up, I saw Shira's eyes as wide as saucers, and the book hanging down behind the table. At my quick gesture she brought the book back into view. I started in again on the client's chest, kneading her flesh from near her throat toward her armpit, then starting to work lower. I was soon massaging her breast, and approaching her nipple. I didn't dare touch her there, but I didn't dare not to. "Mmmm, gently on my nipple," she murmurred. So instead of the firm strokes that the book said, I started to make little circles around her soft pink aureole. I could see the nub of her nipple swell up and stick up high. "Don't tease me, please Ravi. Suck it. Suck it good." I had never been addressed by my Mom's name before, and I looked up at Shira, who half-shrugged, but also half-nodded in excitement. That was about the way I felt too, as I bent over and gave Ms. Caldwell' swollen nipple a quick suck, before running around to massage the other side of her chest. She started to sit up and her hands moved toward her face, so I quickly put one hand on the cloth over her eyes to press her back down, while my other arm got in the way of her hands, and I firmly guided them back down onto the table. "Oh, Ravi, you are such a tease." she told me, but at least she seemed ready to relax and let us continue. So I rubbed the left side of her chest, and when I came to the nipple I gave it a good long suck, and she seemed to really like that. I folded the sheet further down to uncover her tummy, got more warm oil on my hands, and followed the book's instructions lower and lower. I got to the place where her pubic hair should have been, but it wasn't there. That was weird. Grown women are supposed to have pubic hair. Even I have a little bit although Shira doesn't yet. I hesitated, then Mrs. Caldwell spoke, "Lower Ravi, keep on going." So I continued to massage where her pubes should have been, and I had to move the sheet even lower. I could see that she was lying with her knees as far apart as she could on that narrow table, and with no hair I could see everything, yes EVERYthing. My head began to spin as Ms. Caldwell urged me, "Yes! Massage my pussy! Play with my clit!" I knew exactly what she was talking about, but Shira had just got her misha-bead a few weeks before. She was staring, open-mouthed. So I began to do what the client wanted. I got a lot more oil on my hands, then parted the pink inner lips of her sex. Then I ran an oily finger back and forth from her clit to her bum hole. Every time my finger passed her opening, she whispered, "Yes, In!" I slid two fingers of one hand inside her vagina, and with the other hand I kept on playing with her clitoris. Ms. Caldwell started slowly moving her hips up and down in time to the music that was playing. "Yes! Fuck me faster!" she cried, so I started to plunge my fingers in and out of her vagina as fast as I could. Shira was staring, and had dropped the book, but I didn't care. I knew that this was not turning out to be any regular massage. "Let me suck your pussy!" The client begged. "Make me cum while I suck your beautiful cunt! Please!" I looked across at Shira, who stared at me without comprehension of what the client was asking. So my fingers left Ms. Caldwell clit just barely long enough to signal to Shira that she had to take her clothes off. Fortunately my 11-year-old kid sister is pretty smart and understood my pantomime right away. "Pleeeeaase! I want to taste your pretty pussy!" Ms. Caldwell begged. The light dawned in Shira's mind, as she figured out what the client meant. So she carefully climbed up onto the massage table, with her parted thighs over Mrs. Caldwell' face, then lowered herself slowly onto the client's lips. Mrs. Caldwell writhing hips moved faster and faster as I desperately added a third finger to her wet vagina, and rubbed her clitoris harder. "Mmrrrmmph!", she yelled into my little sister's crotch, as suddenly a gush of liquid flooded over my fingers which were probing her sex. She seemed to go all rigid for a while, then slowly relaxed. Shira slowly rose from Ms. Caldwell' face, and carefully got down from the table. She grabbed her clothes and quickly left the room, as I removed my fingers from the Client's soaking pussy. Then I covered Ms. Caldwell again with the sheet, and got out of there. Five minutes later, I summoned the courage to go back to the massage room. There was Ms. Caldwell, sitting up on the table. She was dressed in a pretty bra and panties, and was just putting on her blouse. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mom had to go out on some kind of family emergency." was all I could think of to tell her. The client looked at me, and smiled, "Well you just tell her that that was the most wonderful massage I ever had. I feel totally, wonderfully, relaxed." Then she got up and put on her skirt, jacket, and shoes. Then she walked out of the massage room, down the hall to the front door, and left. Shira emerged from the kitchen, where she had gone to hide. She was still naked. "Did I do OK?" she asked. "You were wonderful!" I told her. "And you are so beautiful!"