She threw the damp tissue in, flushed the commode, then put her clothes back on. Her butt was a little tender, but not nearly as much as she had expected. The memory of what had happened was rapidly fading, but the nagging suspicions of the why of it were still with her, as was the wonder about why she had seemed to enjoy it toward the end.
Going to her room she brushed out her hair in front of the mirror, went to the closet for the skirt and blouse she had rinsed out the day before, then got the iron and ironing board from the hall closet and began pressing the things out for the rehearsal that night. She went at the chore automatically and precisely as she had been taught, then hung the clothes up and returned the ironing things.
Her dad was nowhere to be seen, so she went down the hall to Jo's room to look in on her. When she opened the door and saw her sister lying naked on the bed, she backed out quickly. “Sorry.”
“Oh, that's all right, kid. C'mon in. I don't mind, if you don't.”
Peggy had never seen Jo's naked body, and a young girl's natural inclination to compare forced her to let her gaze rove over her sister's shapely figure as she crossed the room to the bed and sat down. She was pleased to see that she equaled the older girl in every way.
“How come you're laying there like that? Do you do it all the time?”
“Huh uh. I had a real sore tummy, and I didn't want to wear anything, is all. I just woke up, and I'm a lot better. How did you get along with old Mrs. Knox?”
“Oh, okay, I guess.” Peggy couldn't bring herself to tell about it, as she would have to mention what her dad had done, so she changed the subject. “Are you going to want any dinner? I can bring it in here, if you want.”
“No, I'll get up. I wish I could go down and watch you tonight, but I don't think I'd better. Are you all set with your lines and everything?”
“Yeah, as much as I'll ever be.” The younger girl looked down and twisted her fingers in her lap. “Jo, has daddy ever done anything funny to you?”
“Huh? I don't get you. What do you mean?”
“Well, like, something you wouldn't think he'd ever do?”
Jo scowled at her young sister. “He gave me an enema this morning, if that's what you're talking about. He had to. Doctor Schiller told him to. I was really hurting. Is that what you're talking about?”
“No.” Peg twisted her head from side to side. “I mean like something really strange. Something, you know, that he wouldn't normally make us do.”
“I don't know what in the heck you're getting at. Make it more plain, then maybe I can tell you. Like what?”
“Oh, forget it. It's not important. Shall we listen to some music on your tape deck?”
“I don't care. Let me put my robe on.” Jo slid off the bed and went to the closet. “What's dad doing?”
“Beats me. He's in the kitchen, I guess.”
Dan had downed three highballs in quick succession and was at the counter mixing himself another when the phone rang. He let it go until he had finished, then picked up the receiver.
“Hi,” Brenda said. “Guess what? Carpenter bought it, lock, stock and barrel! Isn't that fabulous?”
“Yeah, that's great. Frankly, I didn't think you could do it. He's a cagey old bastard.”
“He didn't have a chance, lover. He was still gawking at my tits when he signed the papers. And speaking of titties, how about tonight? Can't we work out something? I'm dying to have your cock in me, and I don't care which hole you use. Any chance?”
“Afraid not, babe. Jo's under the weather and I'm going to have to stick close by. Why don't you come over tomorrow? Maybe she'll be better by then.”
There was a silence on the line, then Brenda said softly, “Dan, I get wet just talking to you. Couldn't I swing by after the girls are asleep? We could be very quiet. You could call me at home.”
“No, I think we'd better wait. Come over for lunch, and well see what happens. You can hold off that long.”
“I'm not sure I can. Well, hell, I can always use the damned old vibrator. I've done it before. I'll see you around noon, dear. I love you.”
“Thanks. I love you, too. See you tomorrow.”
He hung up the phone, looked moodily at the glass in his hand, then tilted it to his lips and poured some down his throat. His steps were unsteady as he reeled to the table and dropped down to light a cigarette, thoroughly nauseated with himself. Here he had a beautiful sex pot willing and able to fuck him senseless, and he had to go and screw an eleven-year old girl in the ass.
I've got to be sick! he thought. Sick as hell! What in the goddamn hell is the matter with me? Maybe I should see a doctor!
Finishing his drink, he smashed out his butt in the ash tray, then stumbled into the living room to flop down on the couch. The wretchedness rending him apart made him tired, and in a matter of seconds his snores were bounding and rebounding across the room.
“Dad. Dad, supper's ready. Wake up. C'mon. It's time to eat.”
Dan blinked away the last vestiges of sleep and looked up at Peggy. “Okay, honey. What time is it?”
“A little after five. I've got to be at the theater at seven, so I thought we'd eat early. Okay?”
He was astonished at her agreeable attitude as he swung his feet to the floor and sat up to rub his eyes. He'd been positive it would take much talk and persuasion to get her to forget his grievous mistake. Now she acted as though it had never happened, and he couldn't quite understand it.
“Sure, baby. Let me go slap some cold water on my face, and I'll be right with you. Is Jo getting up?”
“Yeah. She's setting the table right now.”
When he reached the kitchen, the girls were already seated, Jo dressed in a pink quilted housecoat with her hair tied back in a pony tail. He took his place and began dishing up their plates. “Feeling any better, Jo?”
“Uh huh. Lots. But I still don't think I should go with Peg tonight. I'll just stay here and watch some TV. Are you going to wait around there?”
“No. I'll drop her off and come right back. I don't want to leave you alone too long.”
They chatted about the play and the other actors during the meal, neither girl making any mention of what had occurred during the day, for which Dan was thankful. It was nearly six when they were through, and the youngsters cleared the table and stacked the dishes next to the sink.
“You go on and get ready, Peg,” Jo said. “I'll take care of these. Let me see how you look before you go.”
“Thanks, kid. Dad, will you help me for a minute?”
“Sure.” It was evident to him that Peg hadn't said anything to her sister as he followed her down the hall to his room, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It would have meant disaster if she had. He closed the door and waited while she peeled off her clothes, then went to the dresser for Alice's black panties.
“I sure hope they fit,” Peg said, facing him as she stooped over to step into the mesh bikinis with a satin crotch. Her huge tits swayed and slapped together as she wiggled into them, and when she had them up on her hips, she looked sexier than ever. “Will you wrap me up, now?”
He nodded, picked up the roll of gauze, and sat down on the bed. When she came over to stand in front of him with her long drooping nipples aimed at his mouth, he struggled to resist an impulse to cover them with his lips and suck on them. Instead, he set about tying her lush tits down briskly, pretending to pay no attention to her gorgeous globes.
“Okay, that's it,” he said after pinning the strip in place. “Go get your clothes on and we're ready to go.”
“Thanks, Daddy. I'll be out in a minute.”
Dan waited in the living room, and when Peggy came out of the kitchen after saying goodbye to Jo, he let her lead the way to the car. There was a leaden silence between them as he threaded his way through traffic that neither one of them wanted particularly to break. When they pulled up in front of the theater, Dan twisted around and put his arm on the back of the seat.
“Peggy, about this afternoon, I…”
“Let's not talk about it, okay? I've got to get inside. Wish me luck.”
“Break a leg, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the cheek, then she opened the door and was gone.
On the drive home, the illusion of both girl's naked bodies flitted through his mind. There had been hope for him before, when all he did was dream about having a tender virgin cunt in bed with him and screwing a young
