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THE BEST SISTERS By ShannonQ PART ONE Synopsis--The Best Sisters are identical twins. They find that their beauty is beyond their control at times. They live through historical times. They are gorgeous, selfish, become wealthy and love only each other. Rated X Note--Transformation comes in Part Five. ONE The howling wind outside the tiny house chilled Melissa and Michelle Best to the bone. It was the Great Blizzard of 1903-1904. The snows were drifting deep against both doors as cold seeped in through all the cracks in the door, windows and some unsealed holes in the wooden slats of the structure. Outside it was estimated to be -60 below zero which didn't take into account the strong gusts. North Dakota had many of these frigid spells. However this one was the worst they ever remembered. Michelle had boiled some hot water on their hot woodburning stove and poured some into a basin for Melissa to warm her feet. She had just come in from looking after the coop full of chickens and gathered what eggs there were. Some had died from the cold and she brought one into the dwelling to pluck the feathers, clean it, cook it so they'd have a meal other than just potatoes. The spuds were the only thing that kept them from starving. More than once the girls were tempted to kill one of the poultry but decided to wait until their egg laying days were over. The ones taken today were frozen. They kept the close to the stove for them to thaw out. Melissa and Michelle were identical twins of Scandinvian descent. Blonde hair, blue eyes, trim, petite in stature with no way to tell them apart. It had been a tough year for the pair of sixteen year olds. This past summer they lost their father to a heart attack while he was harvesting the crops. Their mother died six weeks later from suspected cancer. Now they were alone in this world. After burying their parents, it took them many days of instensive searching to find where their father hid his stash of money. They finally found it when one spotted a slight slit in the mattress then pulled all the bills and coins out. They had over six hundred dollars. They put the farm up for sale and there was some interest in it but then the early winter swooped upon them and they were stuck until spring. "Get under the covers while the chicken thaws out," Michelle ordered as she handed her a pair of clean woolen stockings. "Don't want my baby sister to catch her death." "Next time you go," Melissa said pulling them on. The twins had brought both mattresses from upstairs down to as close to the stove as it was safe without catching fire. They had slept together in the nude all their lives so cuddling up together was no big thing. Even in the hot and humid nights of summer they'd lay close to the open window to get a whiff in the nude sweltering in the heat. In the winter they spooned fully clothed. For the moment their teeth were chattering as the girls felt the cold air seep through their clothes. Michelle was anxious to get next to her to get any heat that she would emit. Once they were comfortable with their heads on the same large pillow with several wool blankets over them, Michelle reached around to cup her hand on Melissa's breast. She moved back a bit to give her sister better access to it. Neither beautiful girl showed any interest in males nor other females. Only themselves. "You know I love you, Sis," Michelle whispered then nibbled on her earlobe. "I would have never guessed," Melissa giggled. "I love everything about you. Inside and out. Your hair, your face, how slim you are, those bright blue eyes, silky hair, your breasts and your pussy. Especially your pussy." Then Michelle laughed and ran her tongue into her ear. "You better love me, I'm all you've got. At least for now." "Now and forever," she replied. "Until the first male comes along," Melissa chuckled. "Yes, Mr. Potts," Michelle joked about the eighty year old farmer a few miles down the road. His wife died a few years ago and openly stated that he'd love to have the Best sisters as his bedmates. It struck both of them as being funny and ridiculous. Especially since they were closet lesbians making love to one another. All the chickens died due to the prolonged cold and the fact that Michelle wouldn't allow her sister outside. Her well being was more important than a few fowl. Michelle figured that Melissa was her only love in life. Not being churched, the girls had no idea that incest was forbidden. Her parents were atheists. Fornicating with each other was more of a matter of showing the other their love. Even at that tender age, Michelle and Melissa had developed an expertise at pleasing one another with their fingers and tongue. While in school, it wasn't until they turned thirteen that the males their age began to notice them. On nice days they'd wear their long hair down to midback and flirt back with them. Neither young girl gave any mind to those boys. They were too emotionally attached plus both almost always read the other's thoughts without saying anything. When one was hurting, the other knew it before a word could be spoken. They helped each other in just about every way possible. *** Later that evening, they boiled the chicken, cut off its head outside for the blood to drain, plucked the feathers. By that time they cut it open, cleaned out the gizzards (keeping the ones they could use for a soup) and put it back into another pot of boiling water. The other pot cooked the potatoes, skins and all they used the last of their carrots to make it savory. "Very tasty," Melissa blew on the spoon and took her second sip. "Yes, it is," Michelle agreed. As they enjoyed their meal, the winds were blowing as hard as ever. Both had their coats on with fingerless woolen gloves. Scarves over their heads kept their ears warm. Michelle made a quick check to see if there was enough wood to heat the stove overnight. She guessed that there was plus to last them until about noon. The girls were light sleepers so the chance of the heat abating was none. At least one would awaken to toss two or three more pieces into the only thing that kept them alive. There was another pot boiling to wash the dishes. There was no shortage of snow just outside one of the two doors to get their water. They abandoned taking the water from their well since it one would have to throw a large rock down it to break the ice. It was much easier to scoop a bucket of snow at their door and boil it. After the filling meal, they tossed their dishes into the pot, ran just outside to relieve themselves and settle back to sleep. Both were dying to have a long hot cleansing bath but it was too cold for that. In the mornings the girls would quickly take a sponge to clean and pass it on to the other. "I tell you," Michelle said putting on her warm clothes to go outside. "As soon as spring is here and it's warm enough we're leaving whether we can sell this place or not." "I feel the same way," Melissa helped wrap a woolen scarf around her sister's face. "I want to go where it is never going to get this cold again." "How about San Francisco?" "Sounds good as long as it never gets this frigid." "San Francisco, it is," Michelle said, opening and closing the door quickly going out into the horrible storm still blowing to gather cut wood to last the day and through the night. The following day, the blizzard abated. It was still cold but the sun was out which picked up their spirits. The girls went around with more torn clothes and some of their father's old garments stuffing them into anything where the chill seeped in. There was a loud knocking at the door. Melissa opened it to see Tom Matthews standing there stomping his feet. He looked like he was suffering from the cold too. "You're all right, I see," he said. "Yes we are, come in," Melissa invited him to the stove. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth and put them over the hot stove. "This feels good," he smiled at both beauties. "Why did you walk a whole mile to see us?" Michelle asked. "My father wanted to make sure you two were okay," his teeth were still clattering. Part from the cold, part from being in the presence of the blondes. He had a crush on both and it was his hope that one would eventually become his wife. "We're fine," Michelle said in a not so friendly way. "We are able to take care of ourselves." "Still my family worries about you since you lost your parents." "It is so nice of them to be so concerned with us," Melissa smiled trying to deflect her sister's annoyance for the boy. Neither of them felt anything from the large young man of nineteen, but Melissa believed they should be hospitable toward him. "It won't be so bad returning home, the wind will be at my back," he smiled. "I'm sorry we can't offer you anything," Michelle took her sister's hint to be nicer. "We don't have much ourselves." "That's all right," Tom grinned. "I'll be headed back now. Sorry if I interrupted anything." "Oh! You didn't," Melissa stated. "By the way, my father says he'll give your five hundred dollars for your land and will be here in the next day or two if you still intend to sell." "Tell him, five hundred is fine," Michelle managed a smile. "As soon as this place is sold, we're leaving. Probably to the west coast." "We'll surely miss you," Tom looked saddened by the news. "We'll miss you too," Melissa said at the door as she opened it for him. TWO It was still cold on the train as it pulled out of the Minot depot. Michelle and Melissa were excited about leaving. For six dollars more, they had a private room instead of sitting in the coach area. They sat looking out the window at the deep drifts on the side of the tracks. It was midFebruary. After selling the land, they stayed a few days in a Minot hotel waiting for the tracks to be cleared. They both had luxurious hot baths and felt clean. They bought several new dresses, warm stockings, undergarments, and boots with heels; but still wore their old thick woolen coats. "This is the beginning of wonderful new life," Michelle said, handing her sister a sandwich she just made. Melissa took a bite and followed it with a sugary soda. "Yes, it will. We've been too overyly sheltered by our parents. Why did they always do this?" "We're two beautiful girls and they were afraid we might lose our virtue," Michelle smirked. Melissa started choking. After a short coughing attack, Melissa scolded, "Don't make me laugh with my mouth full." "Sorry!" Michelle giggled, settling in beside her instead of sitting the seat facing Melissa. She ate the sandwich with one hand while interlocking her fingers with her sister's. "I love you." "I love you too," Melissa gave her a warm smile. "I don't want anyone to come between us. After all we've been together for seventeen years." "Sixteen," Michelle corrected. "Seventeen, including nine months in our mother's womb." "You're right," she smiled. "It has been seventeen. Don't worry, no one will ever come between us. There isn't anyone who will ever do that." "I hope so, I can't live without you." "And the same for me," Michelle leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. It took two days to make it from Minot to Deadwood, South Dakota where the train stopped to take on mail, freight and new passengers. Michelle opened her eyes and glared out into the dark to see what was going on with all the voices. Some were shouting. It looked like to her that they were putting two prisoners on board with four men carrying shotguns. She got back to her comfortable position with Melissa spooning her. Both were nude and had made love several times. Michelle turned her head and kissed Melissa on the forehead. Her sister smiled slightly as her mind was in twilight. "What was that for?" Melissa asked, whispering. "Just stopping for a little while. I just had to kiss you." "Oh!" then she went back to her restful slumber. The next morning they awoke not knowing where the train was headed. They cleaned, dressed and decided to walk to the dining car for a nice breakfast. They sat looking out the passing countryside knowing they were heading west. Two other women were escorted to their table and placed beside them. They politely introduced ourselves to the middle-aged ladies then placed our orders. Michelle and Melissa agreed to order the cheapest priced item on the menu. The ladies ordered the same even though they looked rich enough to get anything the dining car offered. Their names were Sarah Goldman and Irma Carver. Both were Jews. "You two young ladies must be twins," Sarah smiled at them. "And so beautiful, too," Irma affirmed. "Thank you," the blondes replied, blushing. "Where are you from?" Irma asked. "North of Minot, North Dakota. We're going to San Francisco," Michelle answered. "Well that is where we're from. We're sisters too," Sarah said. "What made you pick our city?" "To get away from the cold and snow," Melissa stated. "We almost froze a few months back. I mean literally. There was a blizzard that lasted three full days. All our chickens died and we just lived on potatoes most of the time." "You poor things," Irma shook her head. "What about your family?" "Our father died of a heart attack last September and our mother passed away from cancer," Michelle explained. "We have no other family so it's just the two of us." "How terrible," Sarah clucked. "It must be hard on you to head out to the unknown unaware what your future lies ahead of you." "As long as we have each other, that's all that counts," Melissa beamed. They finished their breakfast then agreed to meet again for dinner that night. They returned to their private room, made love, and napped. It was dark when they awoke. The twins dressed and made their way back to the dining car to meet their new friends. The food came and all four dug into their meal of chicken croquettes, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. The girls drank water while the older two shared a half bottle of wine. "What are your plans when you get to San Francisco?" Irma inquired. "We'll find a place to stay and then find work. Hopefully together." Melissa said. "What about husbands? Not too many young ladies like yourself can find work. Mostly in the domestic area," Irma took a small bite. "Domestic?" Michelle looked at the ladies, puzzled. "Yes, you know......maids, cooks, doing chores around the house of the wealthy." "Oh!" was Michelle's only reply. "We're good at cooking and cleaning," Melissa added. "Sarah, you said that Sally is going back to England this summer. Perhaps you can hire one of these girls to take her place." "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Irma," Sarah smiled. "No, we work together," Michelle said firmly. "We've been together since the day we were born until now. We won't split up for anything." "Sarah, you said that Sally does the work for two. She's been in your employment for all these years. Perhaps it might be to your advantage to give them both jobs." "I'd have to wire ahead to my husband when we get to Denver to see if he hired someone. We have a cook and my personal maid but that's all I know of now. Would you girls like to work for me at least until you find husbands." Melissa gave a light kick to Michelle's ankle. "May we talk it over tonight and see if it might be something that we would like to do?" "Of course," Sarah smiled. "We're going to be Denver day after next and I'll give my husband a call at his business to see if he hired someone to take Sally's place." "We'll give our answer tomorrow," Michelle nodded. The rest of the meal was taken up with ladies talk. The Best sisters told them of their short life together while Sarah and Irma told about their parents emigrating from Russia to escape the pogroms cast upon Jews by the Tsar in their old country. Back in their room both girls believed it was an answer to all their problems. Each would get seven dollars a week, room and board, plus Sundays and Wednesdays off. Sometimes they would have to work late when the Goldmans entertained which was about twice a month. By the time they undressed, put on their floor length nightgowns, relieved their bladders in the chamber pot, they were ready for bed. No sooner than they pulled the shades, they pulled their nightgowns off and fell into one of the single beds smothering each other with kisses. It was always Michelle who started things off. She got between Melissa's legs and licked her pussy tenderly while her lover played with Michelle's breasts. Each knew what the other liked. Michelle swung her body around so Melissa could lick her sex. Both were caught up in the lovemaking being completely in the nude. Back home they could do this very seldom. All of a sudden the train braked sending both against the wall which caused both girls to giggle. Then they resumed their play. Melissa was a squirter so when her orgasm hit, she sprayed Michelle's face with her cum. She tried catching as much of the warm fluid in her mouth as she could. "Okay, lick it off," Michelle climbed back to kiss her sister. Melissa always licked her face and loved her own taste. "Mmmmmmm, that is real dessert," Melissa giggled after she finished the job. "I think I taste pretty nice, don't you?" "Yes, I do. I try to get all I can into my mouth but you spray me all over." "I like yours. It just drops right into my mouth I lick as much as I can," Melissa giggled once more. "Have I told you that I love you more than life itself?" "I was getting worried, you haven't told me that until just before we went to dinner." "Wanna do it again or do you want to sleep." "Oh definately do it one more time," Michelle kissed her lovingly. "This time I'm on top," Melissa whispered. Mr. Goldman hadn't hired anyone because he was so busy with his thriving jewelry stores. He had three in all. He called them Mr. G's Jewely so no one could see that he was Jewish. So Mrs. Goldman hired the identical twins at breakfast. She said from here on out she would pay for their meals until they arrived in San Francisco. Michelle and Melissa let her know how grateful they were. The only drawback was that the girls would have to live on the top floor alone because all of the other servants rooms were filled. The cook, Sarah's personal maid, the chauffeur, another maid and the landscaper. It was to be up to Michelle and Melissa whether they wanted to move down from the attic area into Sally's room once she left. They still had more than nine hundred dollars and discussed putting it into a bank. Plus they would have to discern of the money they made just how much to add to their account. The rest of the way was a very pleasant trip with lovemaking until the night before before both came down with their periods. THREE The train pulled into San Francisco at three-thirty am. The girls excitment waned when all they saw that they were in a thick fog. They had made love up until an hour before as they were alerted by a porter that they would be in the city in less than an hour. The fog was dampened with chilly breezes off the ocean. But neither complained comparing this with what Michelle and Melissa left behind in North Dakota. Even though they could see their breaths, there were no complaints. After retrievng her baggages, Sarah found the girls close by. "Welcome to your new home city," she laughed, seeming happy to be back. Irma kissed the girls goodbye and took off on her own to find a buggy. The other three had porters carry their bags. Outside the station it was like pea soup. No one could see more than two feet in front of them. Sarah called out for her husband. "Isador!" "Over here, my dear," he shouted back. "Keep talking and we'll come to you," she said. Finally they located each other and he embraced her giving her long kisses. Melissa and Michelle just stared at each with smiles. "Here are the two I told you about." The young ladies could only see him tipping his hat to them. "Please to meet you," they chorused doing little curtseys. "And likewise," Isador replied. Meanwhile the porters loaded the trunk of the automobile and after tipping them, Isador opened the door for his wife and new maids. He climbed in and introduced the new help to Jack, the chauffeur. He had a frightful expression on his face that alarmed them. They didn't like him. They chattered all the way to near the top of Nob Hill where the fog wasn't as thick. Jack pulled up in front of the doorway and as soon as he pulled the safety brake, he hopped out to open the door for Mrs. Goldman. Michelle and Melissa exited the other door and grabbed their stuff before the man could help them. Sarah ordered Jack just to leave her things just in front of the main entrance to the mansion. "We're home," Sarah pronounced as they walked in. They had electric lights and the hall was well lighted. "You are beautiful ladies," Isador said taking off his coat. "It was hard to tell in the dark. I hope you like it here. The two of you will brighten up this household." "Thank you, sir," both curtsied again. They felt Jack's eyes upon them and didn't like it. "Yes, they are very pretty," Sarah beamed. "They'll be with us until they find husbands. Two sweet looking twins with such beautiful faces won't last long here. They are so lovely and petite they'll have young men at their feet in no time." "We intend to stay together for the immediate future," Michelle stated. "Neither of us are in a hurry to find husbands. When two walk into our lives, we'll deal with it then." "Being seventeen is a bit young, but you'll find them soon enough," Sarah replied. "I'll show you to your room," Isador said. "Jack bring their bags up." "Oh, we can do it ourselves," Melissa piped in. "We're young and strong. Growing up on a farm gives girls that little extra strength." "Take tomorrow off to settle in," Sarah called. "You can report to Sally on Friday." "Thank you," they echoed back. They climbed the four stories of stairs following Mr. Goldman. Jack had gone out to put the car away. Isador was breathless by the time they reached the attic. He showed them the room they would stay in. It was very warm and the girls looked pleased. There were two single beds, two dresser drawers, a large closet, and a window looking out on the Bay. Mr. Goldman gave them a key and cautioned them to keep themselves bolted in and not to forget to make sure to lockup when they left to do their work. The door was thick. "Look at this rug," Michelle said after Isador left. "It's so thick." "This is better than any place we've ever stayed before including that hotel." "I'm tired," Michelle yawned. "Lets make our beds and get some sleep." "Do you think they would mind if we pulled the beds together?" Melissa asked. "I don't think anyone will mind," Michelle said, already moving one end toward the middle of the room. It took a few minutes and they were close enough to touch and kiss. They found their nightdresses, put them on without undergarments, climbed in, kissed deeply and got comfortable. It took them less than five minutes to fall asleep. Michelle and Melissa met the staff the following morning. At seven am, Sally knocked on the door to awaken the two new maids. They dressed and made their way downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was gathered around the table. They were introduced to May the cook. Melvin the landscaper and all around handyman, Jack the chauffeur, Katie Sarah's personal maid, and Sally who would be leaving in June. She had been in the Goldman's employment for over twenty years and was heading back to England to live with her widowed sister in a well deserved retirement. The Best twins found everyone friendly except Jack. They didn't trust him. Everyone ate scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jelly and tea. All except Jack, he liked coffee. The girls ate hungrily and cleaned their plates quickly. After practically starving during the winter in North Dakota, they liked the fact that they were well fed. After breakfast, the twins went back to their room to unpack and get settled. They were to meet Sally right after breakfast in the morning. "I think this place will be perfect if Jack left," Michelle said in a low voice as they began hanging up their dresses and other items. One thing both needed were comfortable shoes to work in. They planned to go out in the afternoon to do some shopping and put the large amount of cash into an account in the closest bank. "He's so creepy," Melissa agreed. "His eyes are so dark and I hate his grin." "I know, he seems like he wants us to go to bed with him. He's crazy!" "Ick, I wouldn't want him touching me." "Does make you sick just thinking about it, huh?" "Yes, I would have to bathe for hours to get his touch off of me if he did grab me." FOUR From the time Sally left for England, Melissa and Michelle did a very good job to the Goldman's satisfaction. Isador was enamored by the beautiful blondes who seemd to be shy to him. He paid them weekly with seven silver dollars each. On Wednesdays they'd walk to the bank and deposit seven dollars to add to their accounts. Then to an ice cream parlor for a cone. Both preferred vanilla! They made sure to make it back for dinner and if anyone, except Jack, needed help they happily gave it to them. It was June, shortly after Sally had left. Melissa ran upstairs to get a few baby pictures. Jack had gone out the backdoor. Michelle was chatting cheerfully with May when she suddenly became aware that her sister was experiencing some kind of trouble. She raced out of the kitchen, past Mrs. Goldman and ran upstairs where she found Jack blocking her way with a menacing smile on his face. "What are you doing?" Michelle inquired indignantly. "We're having a friendly chat," Jack gave her a menacing grin. "No we weren't," Melissa said. All the photos had fallen from her hand scattered on the steps. "He wouldn't let me though." "Get out of her way and I'd better not see this again," Michelle warned. "Do you know the both of you are stuckup bitches?" Jack sneered. "No, we're not. We just don't like you!" Melissa snapped. Jack made a fist but thought the better of it. His black eyes seethed with anger as he walked up to his room. Melissa stooped to pick up the pictures. "I tell you, the next time he gets a knee right between his legs," she said, still shaking. "There better not be a next time," Michelle hugged Melissa. That is when Melissa began to weep. She put her face onto Michelle's neck. She felt her sister's tears stream down her shoulders, under the collar of her maid's uniform settling on her bosom. Neither wore bras because of how small their breasts were. When they made love, the one on her back almost looked as if she had no tits at all. Just a little flat softness with large nipples. Some days, when they didn't have their periods they also didn't wear any panties so if they were not seen by others, one would pickup the hem and plant a quick lick on the other. It was a prelude of what was promised for the night after they locked themselves in their room. "I can't stand that guy," Melissa still wept. Michelle walked her to the kitchen to wash her face. They handed the photos to May and Michelle preceded to splash water on Melissa's tear stains. "What happened, sweetheart?" May asked. "A little trouble with Jack, that's all," Michelle said, not really wanting to get into it. They had started attending church on Sundays at May's invitation so they felt she could be trusted. The twins liked her very much and having nothing planned on that day, they accompanied her to a little Protestant church nearby. Afterwards, they'd have a light lunch at a restaurant then return home to take their Sunday naps. The Goldmans were usually out on Sundays or sleeping in after attending a social event late into the morning. "I tell you, he's got a demon in him," May sputtered angrily. "I think if this happens again you both should go to Mr. Goldman. He won't stand for it. Jack can get away with this one time saying it was a misunderstanding but not if he does it once more." "You can count on it," Michelle affirmed. "He goes to whores on his days off. He could give a young lady some disease," May said. "He tried with me but I told my brother who works down at the docks. Doug came out here and beat him to a pulp about three years ago. He hasn't come near me since." "We don't have a brother," Melissa tried laughing. "I think you and me had better get to our chores," Michelle suggested. By now Melissa was feeling much better but determind to stick next to her sister today." The summer was pleasantly cool. Only a few hot days but there was little humidity. The girls liked their days off but they also liked working for the Goldmans. Isador went out of his way to make all of his employees feel comfortable in his house. He liked to consider them a part of the family. Having been unable to have children, the Goldmans thought of their staff as their kids. Only the best of food, rooms, and handsome pay made them feel welcome and appreciative. One Wednesday they deposited seven dollars into their account. They got their ice cream cones and sat by a small lake watching a few people fish. There was a black man who just pulled a big carp out of the water and string it before throwing it back in to keep alive until he went home. The Best's never seen a carp before. They were used to walleyes, northern pike, crappies and blue gills in North Dakota. They reminisced as small girls catching large crappies in a spring fed pond not too far away from where they lived. How their mother would scale and clean them. Fry or bake them. They were delicious and a nice change in diet when they brought them home. Some days they couldn't hold enough on their stringers because as soon as they baited the hook and tossed it in, they'd get a bite. Then at other times they'd sit there for hours not getting a nibble. "I wonder what that tastes like?" Melissa wondered out loud. "It is an ugly looking thing," Michelle scrunched up her nose. "Northerns are ugly too. And catfish," Melissa returned. "Yes, but the eating was good," Michelle smiled as they settled under a tree. "Do you think anyone knows that we make love a lot?" "I don't think so," Michelle licked her cone. "Besides, there are two loose stairs that creek when we step on them, we'd be sure to hear it." "I wouldn't when you lick my pussy," Melissa laughed. "I get so carried away that all I can do is lay there and enjoy it. The world is blocked out of my mind." "I think I might hear it," Michelle stated. "Yet I get like you too." Both looked at each other and gave a quick kiss. "I'm am hot!" Melissa confessed. "I don't think I can wait until tonight." "Then lets go home," Michelle mentioned. "It doesn't matter what we do on our own time. We can stay out until it's dark or we can just spend some time by ourselves." "I'd like to go now!" Melissa insisted. "Why did I think you would say that?" "Because we think alike and we instinctively knows what the other wants and needs." "We're two peas that came out of the same pod," Melissa laughed as they slowly made their way back home. There were also books they bought or borrowed from the Goldmans to read. Both loved romantic novels. Jack was polishing the long yellow automobile as he noticed the girls returning early from their day off. His eyes filled with lust. He couldn't tell who was who but Melissa had less of a temper than Michelle. That one was a bitch. He watched them walk down the steps into the kitchen area. He wondered what they did in that room of theirs. Except for days off, they were always up there alone. Jack Greene had spent time in prison for sexual assault explaining to the judge that the woman wanted him. The judge didn't believe him and sentenced him seven to ten years. He was out in five due to good behavior. He was not about to allow this to reoccur again. He had plans for Melissa but he had to find out which one was her. "We should get dressed and go down for dinner," Melissa suggested. "If we don't you and me are going to be starving by morning." "I feel too lazy," Michelle groaned. Melissa leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You're just exhausted from all our love play. Get dressed, we'll go downstairs and have dinner." "You mean I'm all fucked out?" Michelle grinned. "Don't swear like that. I don't like it!" Melissa looked shocked. "My Michelle is a sweet, loving young lady who never uses profanity." Michelle stood up like she had renewed energy. Melissa was well on her way in getting dressed while Michelle pranced in the nude. "I'm a woman of the world now. I can cuss when I want and to anyone I wish. Perhaps I'll take up smoking cigarettes and drinking some potent wine. Maybe I'll become a slut or a whore. " She put her hands behind her head and started rotating her hip in a whorish manner." "Quit making a fool of yourself and get dressed," Melissa tossed her undergarments at her face. Melissa wasn't angry or upset with Michelle. She knew she was just playing for her trying to get whatever reaction she could. At dinner they acted like refined young ladies, not at all as they depicted to each other in their lewdness and sluttish ways. Jack was away again and the tension in the kitchen abated somewhat. Only Melvin was there and to the ladies, he was a pussycat. Often when he fixed something for them, they'd kiss his bald head in front of everyone to see how red he blushed. So far Michelle made him turn the reddest the longest. Tonight, being the only male at the table, he was receiving all the attention. He looked to be in his fifties but was still strong as an ox. To show his manhood, he challanged anyone, including Jack, to an arm wrestling match. Melissa was the only one to beat him but that was when Michelle put her arms about his neck placed her cheek against his. He didn't hear the word "GO!" when May shouted it out. Melissa used both arms to bring his down and declared herself as the new champion. "It's so nice when, you know who isn't around." "Yes it is," Katie agreed. "I can't stand the man." "You and we, all three," Michelle said. "You girls don't like that man?" Melvin asked. "No! You are a sweetheart, not Jack," Melissa replied. Melvin leaned over the table and lowered his voice, "I hear that he's in debt up to his ears from his gambling problems. Everything he tries, it turns to crap. He can't win at cards, or dice, or the horses. I'll wager you anything that he's down at one of those gambling houses right now trying to make up for what he's already lost." "Why doesn't he just stop completely, pay the gamblers off, and get on with his life?" Katie asked. She had that mysterious look to her that eveyone had. It was like if Jack never showed up again no one would miss him. Michelle and Melissa made love that night. Over the weeks Michelle had taken a claw hammer to loosen up the stairs so they would creak more if anyone came upstairs to see or hear what they were doing. Still the lovers put pillows over their faces while they screamed out their orgasms. The twins do sixty-nine because they would be lost in their lovemaking that anyone could hear them if both came at the same time. Both couldn't get enough of the other. Many times they'd work fast to get done sooner and race up the stairs for a quick tryst. They were done in less than fifteen minutes. One time on they day off, they took a trolley to the new YWCA to rent a room for the night. They ate a lavish dinner, paid for the bed, and spent the whole night making love. It was very difficult in the cold morning to dress, catch a trolley back to the Goldmans then work all day. That night, there were no sex. Each kissed the other and fell into a sound sleep. That was the night Jack sneaked up to listen to what was going on between them. He had his suspicions but never revealed it to anyone. After twenty minutes or so, he went downstairs to his own room. It was the one time they slept so soundly that neither heard him as the stairs creaked. FIVE The Twins were efficient workers and seldom complained about anything. Isador gave them a dollar each raise in the fall of 1905. Michelle and Melissa stopped putting money in the bank. The pair wanted to get the other a very nice Christmas present. They instinctively knew what each liked. That winter the fog and rain came back with a fury. For several of their days off Michelle and Melissa stayed home in their room reading or making love. Michelle started a diary writing things down of their stay in San Francisco. She used coded words for their lovemaking she thought no one would learn. They were well-liked by everyone. They did their work, were good company at the kitchen table, never pretended to be sick for an extra day off, and dressed modestly. On the nights the Goldmans entertained, they wore beautiful sky blue silky gowns that Sarah had bought for them to serve the meals. Many of the young men invited even tried to chat with them. Melissa would cheerfully tell them that they were servants and were forbidden to talk to any of the guests except for servicing them with extra eating utensils or to take away a plate. The men were disappointed but had to abide by the rules set down by the Goldmans. Later that night when all the guests were gone, the cleanup completed, and Sarah thanking them for their serving; the girls walked wearily up to their room. Michelle took out the key and unlocked the door. Entering, they slipped out of their sheeny dresses and fell into bed. They were exhausted. They heard the stairs creaking. Michelle alertly got on her hands and knees to see who is was. The worst of their fears were well founded. Jack had came up to visit them. He knocked lightly on the door. "I know you're in there, open up." The twins remained silent. Melissa had hurried and turned off the light to their room. They crawled backwards to be out of sight. Both embraced the other in terror for the man. "C'mon girls, open up." Michelle was about to let out a big "NO!" But Melissa covered her mouth. "I know you're in there. I'm not leaving until you let me in. Jack wants to talk to you." "He wants to rape us," Michelle whispered in Melissa's ear. The girl returned the whisper with a nod of her head. After about twenty minutes, Jack finally left as the stairs creaked and groaned again. Michelle went over to door and dared to open it to peek out. "He smells of whiskey," Michelle said as she closed and bolted the door. "He smells like that most of the time," Melissa answered. "He's a drunk." "I think we'll have to buy a knife of something just in case he tries to break in here, Michelle stated. "Everything is so perfect except for him. Melissa approached her from behind and kiss her on the neck working her way to her lobe. She gently nibbled on it trying to draw Michelle into the bed. Melissa intended for them to make love then get a good night's sleep. To entice her sister further, her small hand reached in to caress her breast. Soon Michelle weakened and allowed Melissa to guide her back to the mattress. Jack didn't give up! It seemed as if his only mission in life was to put is penis into both girls' pussy. It became an obsession for him. The more he thought about it, the more his lust for the twins grew to a fever pitch. He started touching them accidentally. He received rebukes from the girls each nastier than before. He fed off their anger and words. The more they ignored them the more his mania grew for them. He was the only person to believe that the twins were in an incestuous lesbian affair. It was the day before Thanksgiving when this all came to head. Melissa was rubbing a polish into the wooden steps separated by a plush rug down the mirror. Sarah wanted her mansion to be spotless for their guests the next evening. Downstairs everyone else was helping May prepare for the magnificent feast with the exception of Melvin and Jack. Melvin was outside repairing a rotting board in one of the slats of the outer house. Jack sneaked up on Melissa and grabbed her. Michelle felt Melissa's anguish and hurried out of the kitchen. Halfway up the stairs between the second and third floors, Michelle found her sister trying to stop his attacks upon her. In frustration, Jack punched Melissa landing on the side of her face. One of her hands went to where the blow landed giving him a temporary advantage. Excitedly, Jack ripped her dress in two. "Try stopping me bitch and I'll punch you again," Jack sneered. Michelle was able to stealthy get close enough to kick him between the legs very forcefully. The man curled up in pain vomiting up his lunch. Michelle ran up beside Melissa. Her eyes looked a frightened doe near a mountain lion ready to meet her doom. "You dirty son of a bitch!" Michelle hissed loudly, kicking him in the face. Jack reeled back. He rolled down the stairs with Michelle following. At the landing, she kicked him again in his face. He toppled over and over landing hard onto the floor. She heard what sounded like one of his bones broke. She ran back to Melissa. She had already sat upwards with a hand on her cheek while the other trying to cover up the exposed undergarments. "Oh my poor sister," Michelle hugged her. Already her her facial wound was swelling. "I'm okay," Melissa tried struggling to her feet. Michelle helped her to their room and into the bed. She ran for a rag and cold water. On her way back, everyone in the household including the Goldmans surrounding Jack. Michelle ran past and up the stairs. "Girl, what happened?" Isador demanded. He couldn't tell either one apart. "Come on upstairs and see for yourself," Michelle snapped and ran the rest of the way. Michelle was washing Melissa's wound as Sarah Goldman walked into their room. "See what that bastard did to my sister?" She blurted out to her employer. Sarah took one look at her face and gasped. One side of her face was already swollen out of normal proportion. "Oh my," Sarah said, in shock. "How could anyone do this to such a petite helpless lady?" "He's been after us from the very first time he saw us when we arrived. I was hoping our ignoring him would make him tire so he wouldn't bother us but he persisted. This isn't the first time, ma'am," Michelle exclaimed. "We have do something about this." "It's already done," Isador said puffing from climbing four flights of stairs. "He paralyzed and cannot move anything below his neck. One of you must have pushed him away so hard." "Take a look at Melissa," Sarah ordered her husband. "Oh no," Isador gasped, seeing the swelling on the side of her face. "I'd better call Bernie our doctor to come over and look at her and Jack." The results were that Jack had broken his neck and was bed ridden for life. Melissa had a large contusion which would eventually heal. Jack was charged with attempted rape while Michelle got off scot free for protecting her sister. Melissa requested that the charges against Jack be dropped since he was in enough pain and suffering. Jack was taken to an asylum for further humanitarian care. The servants breathed a collective sigh of relief. The Goldmans had to hire a new chauffeur. The twins agreed that the person couldn't be any worse than Jack. He was out of their lives and if they never saw him again, it would be too soon. Melissa and Michelle went Christmas shopping in December. Melissa's face had healed up nicely. They bought little gifts for the Goldmans, Jim the new Chauffeur, Melvin, May and Katie. At Mr. G's one store they knew he wouldn't be present, each bought the other the same 24k golden pendant with a heart and a .5c diamond in the middle of the heart. They waited for the engraver wrote "To Sis, all my love, Melissa/Michelle." After paying, each placed their gifts on the others neck. They hugged then went back to the Nob Hill mansion. In an open space where no one could see them they kissed passionately with tongues invading each other's mouth. "I like Jim," Melissa said as they climbed the hill. "He's nice and doesn't give you that evil stare all the time." "Yes but I know he is lusting after us," Michelle replied. "As long as it's just lust, I don't care. He's polite, a gentleman, and laughs at our corny jokes." "I'm never going to be into men," Michelle stated. "I am neither but we have to remember. There are two kinds of people in this world. Men and women. It takes both to have babies. However I'm never going to marry and have kids. I don't begrudge any woman or any man who are attracted to each other. But they've got to realized that old maids like us just aren't going to marry." "Old maids!" Michelle laughed. "Maybe forty years down the road, but right now we are two girls and sisters who love the other very deeply." "Then for now we'll be young maids," Melissa joined in on the merryment. Christmas was nice! After breakfast, they opened their gifts from everyone. The Goldmans were thrilled with their employees presents. Isador handed out checks of ten dollars for each person who served them. He had kept them in a safe in the master bedroom behind a portrait of Lincoln where he brought home his most valuable jewels and money to put into the bank the next day. Then they left the employees to their own devices while they visited Sarah's sister, Irma, for the rest of the day. May and Jim went upstairs together and into her room. Katie's boyfriend picked her up to take her out to dinner. The Best Sisters and Melvin played cards neither wanting to go upstairs at that time. There was going to be enough time for their lovemaking after Melvin got tired which happened at about 3pm. SIX "WHAT WAS THAT!" Michelle sat up in the bed. She looked in terror as the room shook momentarily. She gazed at the clock. It read 5:12am! Plaster had fallen from the ceiling. "Probably a minor earthquake," Melissa yawned sleepfully. Just as she said it, the quake trembled with more strength than the previous shock. Melissa leaped into Michelle's arms and they hugged each other while furniture, the electric lamps fell to the floor. It kept up. Both girls wet Michelle's bed as the shaking continued. Then the masonry gave way and the roof slid off in two directions. They looked into the predawn sky and at that moment the house collapsed. It began to pancake. The girls felt like they were on an out-of-control roller coaster. The fall, like the dangerous tremors, seemed to go on forever. In seconds they hit the gound and thrown from the bed. The earth was still quaking so the girls didn't move waiting for it to end. Finally it stopped. They were in the servants quarters on the second floor. They quickly called out but no one answered. They kept it up for fifteen minutes. Outside screams of women and shouts of men were heard. Without giving it a second thought, they started digging with their bare hands to find the Goldmans. Another tremor followed which made them able to get into the Goldmans' bedroom. Isador and Sarah were dead. Isador didn't have a mark on him but Sarah's head had been crushed by a large marble surfaced table. "I'm going to look in on the rest," Melissa said as she started climbing out of the hole that opened up by the tremor. "Watch for nails," Michelle called out. "Try and find some shoes for us." "O.K." she shouted back. "Wake up, sir," Michelle shook Isador. No reaction. She shook him several times then knew he was dead. Another strong tremor and Lincoln's portrait fell to the floor with splinters of glass splattering everywhere. The safe door had popped free. Michelle carefully stepped over to it to find jewels and money galore in it. She shook in anticipation as she reached in and grabbed a purple velvet bag. It was heavier than she thought. There was another velvet bag and stacks of bills. There was a bank deposit sheet already made out. Isador was going bank that this morning. As for the gems, he kept the most valuable of them in his home safe. "They're all dead," Melissa showed up carrying a pair of Michelle's boots. "Look at this!" Michelle exclaimed. Melissa's face was filled with awe. Diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires, and other gems each inlaid with gold, silver, and platinum. "Whose jewelry does this belong to?" "Ours now," Michelle started pulling the paper money. "It doesn't belong to us." "It does now unless Irma is still alive. If she made it, we'll give it to her. If she's dead, we're not going to turn it in because the police will just keep it for themselves. Let's get dressed and get out of here,: Michelle ordered as they smelled smoke from a nearby fire. A half hour later, dressed in their finest clothes, the twins climbed out of the wreckage. It was a cool morning in April. There were strong aftershocks which caused them to fall to the ground when they hit. They saw all the fires around the city but nowhere near where they were at or headed. The jewels were tied to their bodies and Michelle carried a cloth bag full of their undergarments with the uncounted money underneath. Melissa toted a bag containing dresses and some bundles of money. It took them all day to get six miles south. Fires lit the night as they settled near some families with children. They were dirty, sweaty, and exhausted. Some lady invited them to have a bowl of soup and hot water. Melissa gave her a dollar which she accepted because she and her husband didn't have any money. Michelle hinted that they could pay them ten dollars if they were allowed to sleep in the tent plus being fed. The man and his wife jumped at the deal. Ten dollars could buy them a lot of food. Little did anyone know that prices were being raised by most grocers seeking to make a handsome quick profit. They didn't look into the future where the survivors would never patronize these gougers again. The next morning after hard boiled eggs and bread, the Best Sisters thanked them and headed south once more. They had experienced several aftershocks throughout the night. Plus people trying to get out of the city too. The air was full smoke from many fires in the downtown area of San Francisco. The Bowery was also heavily damaged. Thieves, alcholics, gamblers, men of all kinds of vice, prostitutes and other characters fled as the fires engulfed the area. Persons whom the twins never seen before were intermingling with others trying to flee from the big disaster. It seemed like all of them were like animals in a zoo suddenly set free. They huddled closely and tried to blend in with the others escaping the quake. However how could two beautiful identical twin blondes do that? Many of the men stared at them and a few tried to get friendly but were repulsed. "I don't like this," Melissa whispered. "Neither do I, we just have to keep moving and hope for the best. I would feel a lot better if I had a gun," Michelle said quietly, thinking back to their childhood only a few years ago when with rifles and their father's pistol hunting for rabbits or any other of smaller mammals for food. Now they had a fortune on their bodies and still living in poverty like all the others bolting the city. She pointed to Irma's house and it was flat and burned. They assumed everyone was gone in that house. On and on they trudged making little progress. Many times they stumbled into rescuers trying to find people who lived and were trapped. They had to skirt the scene in order to get out of their way. By night time, they found a campsite with married couples and their children. They found people ready to share their food as Melissa paid them for the meal and a tent to sleep under. Sometimes just each other, sometimes with the children. It didn't matter to them just as long as they were sheltered. As they slept, they felt small vibrations the ground was giving off. By the time they reached a wagon headed toward San Jose, it was just turning dark. The man was charging one hundred dollars a person and would be leaving first light next day. "We only have one hundred between us," Michelle lied in a begging manner. "Can't you accommodate us?" "You're pretty girls," he grinned showing his green teeth along with bad gums. "You can work it off giving me some lovin'?" "Not a chance," Melissa sneered. "We'll walk to San Jose rather give into a slob like you." "Then fuck off," the man snarled. Though not intimidated, the girls couldn't wait until they were out of his sight. As tired as both girls were, they walked as fast as their feet carried them. By the time Michelle and Melissa stopped for the night, they had no idea where they were at. To the northwest the fires gave an orange glow to the evening. They found a little cove in one of the trees and settled there. "I could use a gun," Michelle stated in anger. She was still upset with that man. "I could use a long hot bath and some food," Melissa returned. "Yeah! That too." Melissa rested her head on Michelle's breast. She felt her sister's arm about her in a loving embrace. She closed her eyes for a just a moment. *** Melissa was shaken awake by Michelle at dawn. "Hey honey, are you gonna sleep all day?" "I wish I could," Melissa said, stretching. "I'm so hungry." "Me too," Michelle kissed her face causing her to smile. "Let's get going to see if we can find something to eat. Oh my, I stink so much I'm surprised that you still want to be near me." "I love you whether you smell like roses or like a skunk," Michelle struggled to her feet then pulled Melissa up. They walked south for hours feeling tiny quivers under their feet. Each one panicked the young ladies that another severe earthquake was about to hit. They saw the smoke in the city and slight roaring explosions. Little did they know that the civic leaders had elected to use dynamite to put out the fires. They found a roadside restuarant run by an elderly couple. They walked in to see that they were the only females there. There was an empty table and the twins quickly took it. It took almost a half hour for the older woman to wait on them. Both ordered eggs, ham, pancakes, toast, milk and a side order of fried potatoes. "I hope you ladies have the money to pay for this," the waitress said. Michelle reached into the inner pocket of her coat and showed her a five dollar bill. "We'll get you what you ordered right away." "I wonder if we're going to be questioned every time?" Melissa whispered. "It doesn't matter," Michelle replied. "There's no way to trace this money back to the Goldmans." Michelle thought of telling Melissa earlier that they'd look for Irma to give the money and jewels to her. Realizing that with what was on their persons they could live the rest of their lives in relative comfort. It only meant taking a train to Chicago then checking into a hotel before making some decision as what their future lay ahead. It took them days walking south before they received a ride. A young man drove his wagon stopping and offering them to sit on his bench seat. Tired, the twins took the chance. As it was he was friendly. His name was Roger Dodd and worked for a San Francisco warehouse company who was transferring its most valuable freight south to other warehouses. He was a tall, handsome, sturdy looking, and armed with two pistols in his belt. Roger had an eye for the ladies and he had two of the most beautiful for company. Michelle and Melissa eyed each other then went into their little trick they often used. Each would take the other's name to confuse him. "You girls look kind of young to be traveling alone," Roger smiled, not believing his good fortune of having the most lovely looking girls in his wagon. "No, we aren't," countered Michelle. "We traveled all the way from North Dakota to San Francisco almost two years ago." "Um....which is which?" Roger looked at each seeing double. "I'm Michelle," Melissa said. "I'm Melissa," Michelle replied. They had even fooled their parents often growing up. "Where are you going?" "We're on our way to Chicago, I hope they don't have earthquakes there," Melissa replied. "No they don't, but they have a thing called tornadoes." "Oh, we have seen those. We were never hit directly but we saw them." "Wow!," Roger exclaimed, trying to impress the girls. Both caught on and looked at each other crinkling their noses. "So you're headed to Chicago," Roger continued. "I hear there are more people there than in San Fran." "We just want to go somewhere that won't have earthquakes." "We've got a nice place near San Jose," Roger bragged. "I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind putting you up for a few days. My brother and me could show you around. It's real pretty around there." "A hot bath would be nice," Michelle said. "Oh, I would just about kill for one," Melissa followed. This caused Roger to chuckle. SEVEN The sisters stayed with the Dodds for three nights. There was a large store in San Jose. The girls purchased new clothes better suited for them. They had been in their nicest dresses for the past ten days. They also purchased stockings, new shoes, coats, hats, gloves, undergarments, and other accessories. They paid in cash taken from the Goldman's safe. Roger and Raymond Dodd were smitten by the two beautiful blondes. As with all before them, they couldn't tell one from the other. Only Michelle knew of a brown birthmark on Melissa's inner left thigh. She joked with Melissa that she would lick it off eventually which became a little humorous as a private joke. They looked much better in their bright dresses of red and blue. Michelle wore the blue. They permitted the Dodd brothers to show them San Jose. Often they felt small but frightening vibrations under their feet from time to time. They held onto the arms of the good looking males which caused an arousal in the males. They were guided to an ice cream store where all four had chocolate sundaes. They laughed at all of the boys awkward jokes as if they heard them for the first time. The young men beamed thinking they were witty as the girls giggled at almost everything they said. Michelle and Melissa liked them enough because they were polite, attentive and acted like gentlemen. All four spooned their dessert feeling the slight trembling under their feet as remnants of the massive earthquake began settling down. The quivers were getting less and less. The girls still feared that another could still be possible. "I have an idea," Michelle whispered to her sister as they lay side-by- side in the full bed. They were nude and just finished fingering the other's pussy bringing on a massive orgasms. "What?" Melissa turned to her side to face her. "I was thinking of us marrying them. That way we can be together always." "I was thinking the same thing but it would put strict limits on us making love." "It would but we can do it sometimes." "I want you exclusively," Melissa insisted. "After that earthquake we might not have as much time on this world as we believe." "That's true, but we'd be under the same roof. There are times when we can get away to do it," Michelle reasoned. "I know it won't be as often but we can from time to time. If the boys ask, we'd have to tell them that we have to take daily naps because we must catch a little midday slumber. I'm sure they would relent." "I don't know," Melissa's enthusiasm waned. "What about all this money and jewels we have. How are we going to explain that?" "We can make something up about the money. How we saved, the selling of the farm, and things like that. Also we can find a bank with lock boxes where we can put the jewelry. We would only use those as a last resort." "I don't know," Melissa wavered. "I hate the thought of licking your pussy with his sperm inside there. It doesn't sound too appetizing to me." "We can always clean it out," Michelle said. "I can mix vinegar and water. Remember what Mama said about doing that if we ever got carried away once we are married. Little did she know at the time that we're lesbians." Both chuckled at her remark. "Honestly, I don't want to have kids," Michelle stated firmly. "That's what my mixture is for. It kills all the sperm and then cleans you out." "There are advantages to being married to . First, no one will suspect our kind of lovemaking. Second, we'll be together forever until one of us dies......" "The day you die, I will kill myself......." "Don't be silly, we're both twenty and we don't have to worry about that for thirty years." "Still the same, I won't live one day without you." "Nor will I," Michelle added. "I'll think about it," Melissa kissed her on the mouth then turn her back to Michelle so she could spoon with her. In five minutes both were asleep. Melissa's last though was the stickiness of Michelle's pubic hairs were as her pussy was flush against her ass. EIGHT Melissa talked Michelle out of marriage with the Dodd boys. Yes, there were advantages but she felt that the jealousy she'd hold for the one who married her twin was too much to bear. It was a warm May morning when they boarded a train to Chicago. They purchased tickets for a private room that would take them all the way east to the large city. The young men were very disappointed by their decision to leave but they accepted it. They had often talked what a privilege for them to marry one of the most beautiful girls they had ever seen. Roger told his brother that he didn't care whom married whom. To them, they were treasures. "I'm glad to be away from all of this," Michelle said as the train picked up speed. Melissa poured each a glass of wine and they toasted to their new life in Chicago. It didn't matter to them if Chicago got to be frigid in the winters, they were happy that a new adventure was open to them. Neither felt any guilt for taking from the Goldmans. After all, Isador and Sarah were dead and wouldn't need it any longer. If they hadn't taken it, someone else would. That justified in their own minds that it wasn't theft, but just taking something that was no longer belonged to the Goldmans. "I am too," Melissa smiled after taking a few small sips. She felt the warmth of the liquid heat her body. "This is good wine." "Yes it is," Michelle agreed. It was almost time for lunch and they decided to eat well on this trip. "You know, we can easily blend into society where we're going. We both are young and pretty and single." "I hope you've gotten that idea of marrying out of your mind," Melissa snorted. "I have," she replied. "I wonder if they have some kind of group for lesbians there." "I'm sure they do, I would hope so. However, I just want it to be just you and me. I don't us to go down on other women." "Agreed," Michelle smiled getting up and holding her hand out to her sister. "I'm hungry, lets eat. Last time we ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, now we're going to order anything we want. No matter what the price." "No matter what the price," Melissa kissed her and led the way out of their compartment. The trip to Chicago took nine days. By the time they pulled into Union station, both were exhausted from the trip. They had conversed with several people from the city and were told that a few good hotels would love to put them up. They checked into the old Drake hotel and were immediately noticed several hours later when they came down for dinner. One man sent a bottle of red wine to their table when he saw they had ordered beef. Melissa lifted her glass smiling showing their gratitude. He was polite enough for them to finish their meal before walking to their table to converse w