Martha in America Ch. 11

Martha had joined her with both their shirts, listening to the last of her side of the conversation. His sister held the phone to her, and she listened for a moment.

"Um-hmm, we want you to. ... Oooh! Yes! Really! I guess you understood from what she said. But you've got something we haven't. ... Oh yes, you can't say much, ... but I can! We want you to come ... Yes, like that! You don't have to say anything. ... Yes, that's a good idea. We've already talked about it. ... They did! ... But they don't know. You must be alone again if you could say that. ... I thought so. Oh, that's good! They couldn't think you - still think you would - with your sister here. ... I hope not, too!"

Martha hung up and looked at his sister and remarked:

"I guess you understood that, that they thought that we did it."

"But it sounded like he convinced them?"

"He thinks so."

"I hope so!"

"Me too! We'll just have to wait and see. He said he would call again tomorrow."

"Um-hmm."

They put on their shirts and went back out on the deck and took them off and returned to their books.

After a while, Martha murmured:

"I think they're going to do it again."

"Really?!" his sister replied and immediately rolled over next to her, their bodies touching as Martha shoved the book over. They propped themselves up on their elbows and both read, Martha waiting to turn the page until she nodded.

And they did - Marjorie Morningstar and her fiancé. Martha's and his sister's feet moved against each other as they read, and then Martha's slid over hers, holding their thighs together, both of them moving slightly against each other, and their nipples were stiff as they exchanged appreciative sounding hums.

They looked at each other when they had finished the chapter, smirking slightly as Martha's foot moved on hers.

"Um-hmm," she responded and reached under past her breasts and under their arms and found Martha's breast with her hand, fondling it, and then letting that shoulder sink to the deck as she reached further and fondled her other breast. Martha looked down at her with a smile, rubbing the inside of her foot again her ankle, as his sister's fingers played with her aroused nipple. Martha clenched her thighs together with a soft hum, as her hips pressed down on the deck. His sister rolled onto her side, leaving her foot under Martha's, who shifted her weight so that she could hold hist sister's breast in return, snorting softly as her fingers held its fullness and murmuring:

"Half a grapefruit."

"Um-hmm! ... I bet we taste good."

"Hm-mmm! I do too."

His sister raised her knee a little between Martha's thighs, as they continued to fondle each other, looking in each other's eyes with little smiles. Martha's thighs held it, and she murmured:

"I don't think we should ... out here."

"But we did, yesterday."

"I know, but it's a little risky. Oh, and your parents said that we should be careful ... just two girls out here alone together."

"Um-hmm, I guess so," his sister replied, sounding a little disappointed as her knee sank back down, and added:

"But it was so good, in the sun. I wanted to do it with him like that, ... - Hmm! - ... well, I did, ... to him, but ... But the last night we did it to each other, just the way I wanted, out in the cool air, at first ... Oh, we were joking about how we wanted all the stars to see us. I did, anyway, ... and we let them."

Martha chuckled and squeezed her breast, but then removed her hand and started to sit up. His sister then did so and reached for her shirt as she said:

"I guess this is a good time to call home. Should I ask about his picking us up?"

"I don't think so; it will be better if he suggests and can see their reaction. If you ask your mother, she probably won't want to answer immediately, and then can think about it longer; not good, if she has any ... misgivings. Is that the right word?"

"Um-hmm. You're right, and that's easier, anyway."

Martha nodded as she put on her shirt, and they went back into the house. She called her mother, who was pleased to hear from her, and pleased that they were getting on well, and that the meatloaf had been a success, and then asked what they had been doing, and what they were planning to do, and she told her that they were going to go down on the beach as she glanced at Martha and saw her nod. Her mother reminder her that they should be careful, and she replied:

"Yes, of course, Mom, we just talked about that," looking at Martha again, who grinned at her. She stuck her tongue out at her as she listened to her mother, and then answered:

"Yes, we will be, and love to Daddy, too," and hung up the phone.

"Greetings from her," she said to Martha.

"Let's go to the beach, like you told her."

"Yeah, I guess so, ... and work on my visible tan."

She snickered and started to take off her shirt, and they went to their rooms and put on their bikinis. On the beach, they walked, passing other people out walking or swimming, or just lying in the sun. They found a spot further away from the others to spread their towels and then went in the water. His sister tried to body surf, but the waves were too small, and after a while they returned to their towels, discovering two boys had settled down near them and were observing them as they dried themselves. They lay down on their stomachs, facing each other and then agreeing that they didn't want to encourage them. The boys sat up, and then one of them called over:

"Where you from?"

His sister, who was facing them, replied: "The City." Martha turned her head towards them and added: "It's none of your business," and turned her head back and raised her eyebrows.

"I should have said that," his sister replied: "... thanks. Next time." Martha smiled with a slight nod. After a few moments; his sister said: "They're going away," and they both smiled, and then sat up and turned towards the ocean and sun.

After a while, a good-looking young man came along with a bag in his hand and asked if he could sit down. They nodded, and he did. He got his towel out and settled down, looking at Martha, he asked:

"Where you from?"

"Norway," Martha answered with a smile, and his sister added:

"Is that what you all ask?"

"I don't know. I just did. Who is 'you all'?"

"The guys we just told that it was none of their business."

"Maybe it is. It's a harmless question, and I got an interesting answer," and he looked back at Martha, who smiled again.

"Really?" he replied and looked at his sister and said:

"But I guess you're from New York?"

"Um-hmm," she admitted.

"So you're visiting here?" he asked, turning back to Martha.

"Yes, so to speak. I'm an au pair."

"For my brother," his sister added, trying to suppress a grin as she glanced at Martha.

"How old is he? He must be out of diapers," and he glanced over at her, taking in her figure with his eyes for a moment.

"Oh, he is," Martha agreed with a snort: "He's about your age," and she smiled.

He snorted with a grin, looking at one and then the other of them before he asked:

"And he needs an au pair?"

They all chuckled and smiled at each other, and then his sister replied:

"Well, he doesn't need one to change his diapers; that's for sure!" and she grinned at Martha, who chuckled and agreed:

"No, he certainly doesn't."

He snorted again and grinned, and then said:

"I wish I had had an au pair ... when I was out of diapers."

"Um-hmm," Martha agreed with a chuckle, and his sister added:

"I bet, ... and would have wanted to have had her," and then she blushed at what she had said, looking flustered as the other two snickered, glancing at her and then at each other, and Martha blushed slightly, too.

"I didn't say that," he remarked with a wry smile, and then for a few moments they were all silent, looking out at the ocean.

"And where are you from?" Martha finally asked.

"Oh, ... I'm from Minnesota,"

"Oh, I've got relatives there; uncles of my parents, but I've never met them. ... No, I met one once when he came back to Oslo on vacation. He still referred to it as Christiania, the old name that was changed in 1923."

"Yeah, I know some like that, the older people standing outside the Lutheran church on Sundays speaking Norwegian and Swedish."

"Do you?"

"No, my family came from Russia, my grandparents."

"And what are you doing here?" his sister asked.

"Staying with a friend from college, and then we're going to Europe."

"Oh, that sounds good. Just the two of you?"

"No, another guy is joining us tomorrow, ... no, I guess on Thursday."

"And out here?"

"He lives on Long Island and suggested I come out here today. He had something to do in the City."

"Have you been to Europe before?"

"No. Have you?"

"Not yet; going with a group in a couple of weeks, though. Where are you going?"

"All the big cities, and what we find in between. We have Eurail Passes and can go anywhere we want. Guys last year told that they took night trains and slept on the train, sometimes just taking a convenient train to wherever, even going back and forth between two cities."

"That sounds funny: Munich and then ... Vienna, ... or Hamburg, and then back again."

"Yeah like that."

"Boys at home have done that, too," Martha interjected, adding:

"But I don't guess girls should, ... alone."

"No, probably not. Have you been to the Continent?"

"Only to Denmark and Hamburg, ... oh, and to England, but I guess that's not the Continent."

"We're flying to London."

"It's nice, but real big. ... Oh, well, I guess that was my impression ... at the time. New York and Chicago are probably as large."

"And large for me."

"Where do you go to college? ... Oh, I was assuming that you do."

"Um-hmm, Northwestern, in Chicago."

"I've heard of it."

His sister remarked:

"My brother says they call the Harvard of the Midwest."

"I've heard it called that, too, but I think by people who wished they could have gone to Harvard, ... or that their son could have. There's a story about the father who said that and then asked the other father where his son was going to college, and he replied: 'Oh, he's going to the Northwestern of New England.'"

They all laughed, and then he asked:

"Are you staying out here, or just out here for the day, like me?"

"We're staying out here, my family's place."

"Oh, that's nice. Yeah, I guess, from your tan."

"Yeah, this is my third week. I guess you can tell."

"Um-hmm. But you haven't been out here so long?" he asked, glancing at Martha.

"No, just since Sunday. Last week her parents were here, and before that her brother."

"Hm-hmm! That was nice of him. I don't think I could take a week alone with my sister."

"He didn't either, ... but it worked out, better than we thought it would."

She started to blush again, and Martha noticed and suggested:

"Let's go swimming," and started to stand up.

"Good idea," the other two both said and got up with her and went into the water. He was a good swimmer and immediately swam out further, leaving them behind.

"Thanks," she said to Martha, adding me: "Me and my big mouth!"

"Um-hmm, but no harm done."

"Yeah, thanks again."

They swam around a little, watching him swim along outside the waves and then turning and swimming back.

"Can we offer him a beer," she asked Martha.

"Yes, I guess. We want one."

When he returned and they had dried themselves, Martha suggested that they go back and have a beer.

"Oh, that's an offer I can't refuse. I was thinking about bringing some, maybe to share, but then thought that would seem too ... planned. Thanks."

They all smiled and nodded. As they walked back to the house, he introduced himself:

"Oh, my name is Boris, very Russian."

"Martha," Martha replied, using the English pronunciation.

"Becky, Rebecca," his sister said, adding:

"But my brother said in Norway you pronounce it "Marta."

Martha nodded with a smile, and he said:

"Like I have heard back home."

With more smiles they walked on and entered the house.