to do in boarding school surrounded by girls all year?” guess I never thought about it that way,” he shrugged. There was an expression of petulance in his eyes, as though he felt I'd cheated him out of something.
“What about you?” I asked. “Did you sit on your hands all the past year, or did you date other girls?”
“I dated a few,” he said defensively, “but I didn't go with guys, that's for sure.”
“My goodness,” puffed Aunt Liz, getting up, “and to think I was supposed to keep you kids from doing this!”
Bob and I kept silent. Aunt Liz talked on for a while longer, ignoring our argument. When she saw that we wanted to have it out on the spot she changed her tactic and said: “You kids want to fight about who was less faithful or something? If that's what you've got in mind let me just say that you'll be wasting your time. You're brother and sister and you can't afford to be jealous of each other. No matter what you do you'll always be tied by blood. You can't just up and leave each other… you see what I mean?”
We looked at her thoughtfully, knowing full well that she was right. A brother and sister combination could never be a conventional couple but we still had that to work out In the end we both shrugged and grinned. “I suppose you're right,” said Bob. “Anyway, Kathy, I want you to know I thought about you all the time you were gone, no matter what other girls I might have been seeing in the meantime.”
“I understand,” I said wryly. “After all, I've just been sitting here watching you fuck Aunt Liz. Arguing about fidelity is a bit silly under those circumstances, isn't it?”
“Why don't we swim back to shore,” said Aunt Liz. She stood up and balanced herself on the rocking raft. Her toes curled around the edge of it and she dove into the water, swimming with a regular, powerful stroke towards the shore. Bob was next into the water, threshing after her, twice as fast. And I puttered along behind them, content to take my time. It was only while I slowly stroked towards the shore that the full situation dawned on me. Aunt Liz was every bit the woman she appeared to be and more! But if she was such a sensualist, why was Mum such a drag? And if Mum didn't have it how come Bob and I had it in such large doses?
As kids we'd heard Dad's view of the world and nothing else. Dad knew how to distinguish between good and bad, and somehow to keep everything in its place by means of changing his tone of voice. Drink, we knew, was bad. He never mentioned alcoholic beverages in any but scathing tones. And women of Aunt Liz's stripe were not good either. It was a toss-up to see which he liked better, alcohol or overtly sensual women. Perhaps Mum's voluptuous figure offended him, too. He preferred for her to wear button-up dresses that also covered her knees. There was always the possibility that Mum was just like Aunt Liz, only severely inhibited by Dad. In that case we might be able to bring her out of it… but that, at the time, seemed like a challenge far beyond my capacities.
Besides, for Mum to place us in the care of her sexually orientated sister was an act of monstrous naivete! How could she have done that? Hell, I thought, if she was that dumb there was no hope of ever salvaging her. Even Elaine had the edge on her in terms of experience and maturity. By the time I caught up with Aunt Liz and Bob I had managed to convince myself that we were stuck with the status quo. Bob and I would have to fuck sneakily for the rest of our days at home. My days at home… there was the boarding school beckoning me at the end of my vacation, a dreadful prospect in itself. It all seemed so unfair!
Bob had no such thoughts in mind. He was laughing loudly at something Aunt Liz told him. They were unpacking a picnic hamper she'd brought with her, stuffed with chicken legs and wine and other goodies. She sat with her legs in the lotus position, just a thick tuft of hair sticking up from her crotch, her big tits sagging a little under their own weight Once again she reminded me of an earth mother in her element. She ate with relish and sat in the grass as if it was a couch. Bob sat close to her, listening to her every word. His leg shifted slowly till it had managed to sneak under her legs right up to where his big toe rested against her pubic bone. And Aunt Liz, very nonchalantly, lifted her loins just a little and settled her pussy down over his toe, slowly rocking herself back and forth while she kept on eating and talking as if nothing was happening.
To prevent myself from getting jealous again I managed to get myself close enough to her foot to perch on her big toe in turn. She gave me a quick smile and jiggled her toe in my hole for a moment, then left it up to me to do the rest. It felt nice and a little comforting to be sucking a thumb from the other end for once. And it wasn't a bad fit either. Together we made the best of our squat little dildos, rocking back and forth as though we were reciting endless lessons. The conversation became desultory, minds drifted, we stopped eating, and pretty soon the rocking was all we could focus on. Aunt Liz and I were at the same level, rocking, drooling, excited by the horniness of the act itself. Bob watched us get off with faint amusement. He understood the mechanics of masturbation well enough to get a new erection, though.
A small orgasm popped deep inside me and I moved away from the greasy toe, relieved that it was over. I'd had enough for one day. Aunt Liz titillated her clit for a moment or so and then her loins pushed forward abruptly and she, too, was done. “This chicken really is delicious,” she said conversationally, brandishing a leg. “Isn't it marvelous how hungry the great outdoors makes you?”
“The exercise has a lot to do with it, Aunt,” Bob said gravely. “That's what gets your blood and adrenalin pumping and that's what consumes the calories.”
“You can tell he goes to school, can't you?” grinned Aunt Liz. “What are you studying to be anyway, Bob, a sexual therapist?”
“No, a doctor,” he replied.
“What a pity,” she sighed. “The world needs another doctor like it needs another variety of poisonous snake. But a sexual witchdoctor, now that would be a real asset, wouldn't it?”
“Perhaps I can combine both careers.”
“Now that's creative thinking.” We toasted Bob's creativity and drank deep of the wine. The conversation turned to other matters, idle chatter mainly. We ate and drank, slept while the intake was digested, and then went swimming again. Late in the afternoon Aunt Liz told us we really had to be getting on home, and we dressed reluctantly. She drove us back and dropped us off at the sidewalk in front of our house, leaving us with another big, wet kiss.
“Why couldn't she have married Dad?” Bob thought out loud. “Our lives would have been completely different with her running the show, don't you think?”
“Who knows,” I shrugged. “We might have found ourselves in precisely the same position.”
“Maybe you're right.”
We entered the house with heavy hearts. The moment we came through the front door we felt all the restrictions, rules, and inhibitions that we'd been so well rid of all that day.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was still early enough to make love just once before the others started to come home. But just as we began our dash up the driveway, Bob stopped me and pointed at a car parked nearby-it was the British sports car owned by Nora's friend.
“That's too bad,” I said. “We'll have to find another time to do it-but what about Nora, is she screwing that guy?”
“I don't know if she screws at all,” Bob said. We sauntered up the long driveway and peeked through the living room window first to see if anything was happening. Nora and her beau were on the couch engaged in hot debate. She sat at one end and he sat at the other, and it didn't look to either of us as though they'd behaved differently, before we came home.
“How come you don't know?” I asked as we made our way to the front door. “Isn't this a closely knit family?”
“No need to be satirical,” said Bob. “Nora just gives me the impression of not knowing what it's all about. I think she takes after Mum somehow.”
“Oh dear,” I said, shaking my head. “How awful for her.”
We strolled in to the living room just in time to hear Nora say to her friend: “As far as I'm concerned, celibacy is the thing. I mean, the women's movement has gone through the whole hetero trip and then they tried the lesbian bit and it just doesn't work. Sex stands between women and liberation. As it stands we have no choice but to swear off sex altogether and develop ourselves on a different plane!”
Her friend, who was introduced later as Harold, seemed to be in agreement with her. He was tall, wore his
