Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 17:16:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
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!"