the atmosphere in the house grew lighter, more frivolous. Aunt Liz made a few innuendo-filled remarks which made Bob laugh and Nora blanch. Mum pretended not to be amused but she was. I looked at her with interest. In the company of her sister Mum was much more relaxed.. Even the way she walked was different, her hips shaking a little, her back a bit straighter. The sisters cleared the table, talking animatedly about mutual-acquaintances, and Elaine began the washing up. Nora and Bob and I went into the living room to have our second cup of coffee there.
They couldn't seem to talk to each other. Bob addressed a few remarks to me and so did Nora, but the line of communication between them was broken. I put up with it for as long as I could, and then, with rare courage, I asked: “What's your problem, Nora? Excuse me for asking, but you seem most uptight this morning. Was it something Bob did to you last night?”
Both of them turned to stare at me. “What do you mean?” Bob said at last.
“I was sitting in the tree after midnight because a certain party didn't show up for an appointment,” I said scathingly, “and while I sat there the most amazing spectacle unfolded before my very eyes. You might call it a drama, frigidity against naked lust.”
Another silence. I thought Nora was going to faint. Bob took it on the chin but the news made him reel a little. “So you saw it all,” he said slowly. Then, with a shrug of resignation, “Well, then you know Nora's got troubles and you know that I wanted to make love to her. Now what?”
“To tell you the truth, I was shocked at first. But now I only want Nora to overcome her difficulties. And if you can help her, then you should.”
Nora shook her head. “There's nothing wrong with me,” she stated in icy tones. “I believe in celibacy. It's not just something to dabble with as far as I'm concerned. I would have slept with Bob last night had it not been for my beliefs. In any case, I find it reprehensible that you spied on us and I want to hear you promise you'll never do it again.”
“It's done,” I said ambiguously. “But I still think you're doing the right thing for all the wrong reasons-or is it the other way around. Apart from that, you should at least know what's been going on in this family since my return. Bob and I have made love, Elaine and I have made it, and Aunt Liz even joined in one time. Of course I'm telling you this in the strictest secrecy, but you have to know. What's happened among us is really beautiful and I know you'd enjoy it once you let it get to you.”
Nora's eyes were like two saucers, staring at me as though I had just crawled out of the slime to terrorize her. “You…” She said hoarsely, “you… God, Kathy, what are you, a nymphomaniac or something? You're no sooner home than everyone goes sex-crazy, and for what? It'll only cause trouble!”
“Oh, it's my fault, is it? As if you didn't want to get screwed last night! Yes, I saw you. At first you couldn't touch your own body but you got over that. And you were desperate to suck Bob's cock only you're too much of a prig! Don't try that nymphomaniac thing on me, it just doesn't work. Some women can and the rest want to, that's my motto.”
I had spoken in anger, raising, my voice and leaning over to her as if I'd meant to hit her. Bob pointed a warning finger at the kitchen, and that quieted me down. Nora said nothing. She was angry, too, but it looked as though she was at least thinking about the matter. Finally she shook her head again and left the room. Bob picked up the morning paper and buried himself in it. And I took a walk to think things over. I felt as though I'd been too abrupt in my approach- but I felt relieved that the truth was out Nora would be forced to make a choice now, whether she liked it or not. She could fool around with Harold but not with us. So long as Bob was on my side we could work it out.
It was while I walked that all the alternative possibilities bore down on me. Nora might well tell Mum and Dad that I was up to my old tricks again. And they, in turn, would retaliate again. What could they do? Send me to reform school or summer camp? It was all possible. I'd been crazy to let Nora in on our secret!
Then again, if she allowed herself to be pulled into our direction, we would have another ally, the whole family against the two remaining prudes. What could Mum and Dad do if they found Bob, Elaine, Aunt Liz, Nora, and me locked in a passionate flesh orgy? Send us all to boarding school? No… but the shock might drive them around the bend once and for all. There had to be a way of getting what I wanted without depriving anyone else of their deserts.
The only one who could help me under the circumstances was Aunt Liz. She knew Mum and Dad better than I did and it followed that she would know the best way of getting around them. Shock treatment or gentle persuasion? I turned back to the house and approached her in all secrecy. As expected, Aunt Liz heard me out with a sympathetic look on her face. Yes, she understood our dilemma perfectly, she said. But solutions weren't easy to come by. However, she would try to help me-in her own way, of course.
Even though she hadn't been very specific, her support cheered me up. The pieces began to fall into place. Nora couldn't tell on me without risking her own reputation. After all, Bob and I had the goods on her. No, I'd done right to tell her. The shock could only have benefited her. We would win! Suddenly I was sure of it.
That evening was a family occasion. Dad liked to have all his dependents around him now and then, just to make him feel as though his life stood for something. For us kids it was something of a bore. We sat on the couches and the easy chairs around a long coffee table and sipped at a glass of wine or a cup of tea, whatever the preference, doing our best to converse and pass the time without the aid of TV or music. Mum sat beside Dad, her eyes half closed, looking as though she was only with us in body. Aunt Liz sat next to me facing Dad. And, after a few glasses of wine, I noticed Dad's eyes straying up Aunt Liz's legs for seconds at a time!
Not that he could prevent it. She sat with her legs just far enough apart to compel his eyes to come on in. Her dress was a little too high up her thighs and she crossed her legs a little too frequently. From where I was sitting it was obvious that Dad was getting the thigh-show of his life. Mum saw nothing. She only moved to take a sip of her wine, then relapsed into her trance.
Bob, Nora, and Elaine had found something absorbing to talk about, so that there were only three players in this small domestic drama. I looked on with mounting interest. This was a side of Dad I'd never seen before. To make sure nothing would go wrong I was quick to refill his glass whenever he emptied it. And with every glass his glances became bolder, just as with every glass Aunt Liz spread her thighs a little further, flaunting it without overdoing it.
His legs were wide open and the crotch of his trousers was drawn back hard over a growing bulge. Now it was my tarn to ogle. Dad was big! A thick snake grew into a boa under, his pants and it seemed as though there was no end to it. He made Bob look tike a junior version, a kiddie's prick! He just sat there alternately gazing into his wine and looking into the shadowy recesses of Aunt Liz's dress. I knew what he saw there. The ample, smooth thighs, the fascinating little region where her pussy lay concealed, beckoning flesh, inviting him to eat touch, fuck! Oh, he wanted to, he wanted to! Even if she was his sister-in-law and looked much like his own wife, he wanted to fuck Aunt Liz so badly that I could smell it!
That big cock throbbed under his clothes and his glare became less guarded as his lust took him over. The others were involved in a heated conversation about the role of woman in society. Mum had reached the ninth stage of unawareness. I thought that was too bad-she could have seen aspects of Dad that I was sure she'd forgotten.
Aunt Liz shifted a little, her legs crossed, the dress creeping higher up her big thighs, and I figured much of her ass had to be poking up at Dad's greedy eyes. To see for myself I got up to get a fresh bottle of wine. When I came out of the kitchen I saw what my father saw-a big, plump ass, two rounded cheeks with a tuft of hair poking out of the furrow. No underpants! Aunt Liz had more balls than I'd given her credit for, figuratively speaking. It excited me not a little, and I lingered for a moment or so before pouring the wine. She gave me a big wink before settling back down into the couch and placing the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other. A full beaver shot. Dad was flushed and restless. His hands gripped at the couch, then reached out for his wine and downed the glass in one thirsty gulp. Was it my imagination or could I make out the rounded glans? My eyes kept running up and down the length of his cock, measuring it, savoring it, wondering how it would be to accommodate so much masculine meat in my pussy. Oh God, I was wet! Wet through and through! If Dad could have seen the soaking condition of my panties at that moment he would have been convinced of my sluttishness!
“And why shouldn't he be? In his terms a slut was a woman who enjoyed sex. That was me. He should know! I drank my wine down and sat close to Aunt Liz, this time parting my legs a little wider than hers, nonchalantly, as if sex didn't exist. I had heavy competition for his attention. Slowly, very slowly, though, his eyes wandered over to
