that. As I dressed I tried to think of some way of punishing him. The only fitting punishment that came to mind was to cut him dead-no more talk, no more sex. That was a little like cutting the nose off to spite the face but I felt very bitter.
I left his office without a word and went straight home. When asked why I'd come back early, I merely replied that my work was done and Dad had given me a few hours off. Aunt Liz looked at me curiously but I was too angry to explain the matter even to her. Later perhaps but for the time being I wanted to be alone. I locked the door to my room and lay flat on the bed, simmering till I dozed off.
Dad didn't come home for dinner. Everyone wondered where he could be except for Mum. She took it in her stride. Aunt Liz kept on throwing me inquisitive glances. Much as I wanted to tell her about my dilemma, I couldn't. It was too private, too close to the bone. Besides, there was something gnawing at me, a leftover need that burned in my belly tike a fire that hadn't been properly extinguished. Dad had taken me to such great heights of excitement, only to leave me teetering on a ledge on the way down. My eyes kept wandering in Bob's direction. He could take care of me. And if I was any judge of character he'd be more than willing, too. Nora and Bob obviously weren't getting it on together. He looked tense and drawn and she couldn't look anyone in the eye. If superstitions were true they'd both have enough hair growing out of their palms to make a pony tail.
I just knew he'd fuck me like a dervish if I could get him on his own. My pussy grew moist at the very thought of him working his frustrations out on me with long dagger-like plunges of his cock. He'd be a stallion, hot and frisky, totaling me… but I couldn't think about it any further. Already the others were eyeing me curiously, wondering why I couldn't sit still at the table. I bent low over my plate and pretended to eat with total concentration.
After dinner Elaine sat close to me on the sofa and whispered an invitation in my ear: “Why don't we go upstairs and play awhile, Kathy, I really feel like it tonight.”
“Later,” I said without much enthusiasm. What could her little fingers do for me? Bob's cock was the right tool for the job. He knew by this time that I wanted something from him. The glimmer in his eves told me he reciprocated all of my desires. But how would we manage it? If Nora was on our side we could do it in her room. Should we let Elaine see us? No, it'd be too much of a risk. Mum would stay up to wait for Dad to come home.
I couldn't work it out. In the end I went upstairs and slipped into bed. Elaine joined me soon afterwards, taking off all her clothes and displaying her sleek, elegant body to me. I just shook my head. “Why, what's the matter?” she asked, but I felt too listless to explain. Pouting angrily she crawled into her own bed and pretended to fall asleep immediately.
The hours passed by like fat old men. I watched TV, tried to read magazines, but nothing distracted me from my real needs. I had to get at Bob one way or another! Dad still hadn't come home. It was close to midnight when I made my move. Dressed in jeans and a top, with sneakers to muffle my footsteps, I snuck down the stairs and paused at the bottom to make sure Mum wasn't moving about. I could hear her talking with Aunt Liz in the living room. In spite of Dad's absence she was in extraordinarily high spirits. They were laughing and talking animatedly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Perhaps she was glad because he was out.
I padded to the front door and walked around to the back of the house to once again climb the big old tree and resume my balcony seat. The light was on in Nora's room and again she was naked and flat on her back. But this time Bob was in bed with her. Not fucking her, far from it-just doing everything else!
At first I was shocked to see him lying face down between her legs. Nora lay with her knees drawn up and her hands on her tits, her face tense as ever. That reassured me somewhat. If she still couldn't ride with it even when he was down on her, then it wasn't likely that she was giving me real competition.
I crept closer, perching on the branch rather precariously to try to overhear what was going on. The window was partly open and Nora's mouth was moving, but I had to come within the circle of light to catch what she was saying. “Oh Bob, don't!” she said. “Please stop it. You can't possibly be enjoying that! I mean, it's very nice and everything but how disgusting it must be for you.” Bob looked up from her wet, dark-haired pussy for a moment and just shook his head before diving back in.
“Please Bob!” She kept protesting but her hands also kept on squeezing her full tits and her loins went on pushing up at his face. A divided creature was my sister. The look of agony on her face was absolutely sincere, but the gap between her emotions and her mind rivaled the Grand Canyon in width. Despite my own frustrations I couldn't help but sympathize with her. There she was, deriving all the benefits of Bob's nimble, penetrating tongue, and it was giving her only posers to contend with. If only I could be in her place.
“That's enough!” she said suddenly, and wrenched her pussy away from his face. She sat up on her pillow, her arms wrapped around her body, her legs drawn up tight so that all of her was well protected. “We can't go on this way. I mean, if I'm to be celibate, then I can't go leading you on, it's just not fair to you. Go back to your own bed, now, Bob, and let's just sleep it off.”
She might as well have told Lizzy Borden to stop at the first whack. Bob looked at her with fury in his eyes: “Are you kidding, Nora? Look at this erection, do you think it's there for nothing? I want you, I need you! Let me make love to you for once and then if you don't like it we'll call it quits. But don't pack me off to bed like this!”
“I'm sorry, I just don't think it's advisable to let you go any further.” She sat on her pillow and shut him out of her life. Bob stared at her for a moment or so. I held my breath. With a swift, sudden motion, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over toward him. Nora was powerless. In a thrice he had her on her back again and he'd positioned himself with his ass on her belly, his back hunched forward and three bunched fingers worked into her cunt with vindictive verve. She struggled violently, even threatened to scream, but Bob didn't seem to be listening. He drove his fingers in and out of her cunt till her protests diminished. And when she'd been suitably subdued he started to get more subtle. One finger disappeared up her asshole, his thumb went up her cunt's entrance, and the side of his hand crudely titillated her clitoris. And still she wouldn't give in. “This is terrible!” she gasped whenever she could catch her breath. “How awful! How could you do this to me, Bob!”
Bob toiled on, his face grim. I caught the tiny wet sounds of her cunt and knew how she must be feeling- physically, anyway. To have his fingers ramming up my cunt at that moment! But empathy helped a little. When Nora reached a reluctant climax I felt a kind of contact high.
“Now, you fucked-up bitch!” Bob hissed, turning around to face her. “This is your moment of truth. I'm tired of your nonsense, you're going to get fucked and now!”
When she heard that Nora began to protest in earnest. “No, don't,” she said, pulling away from him. “So help me, Bob, if you try that I'll scream this house down. That's one thing I can't take.”
“Why,” he sneered, “do you care more about your principles than my sanity?”
“It's not that.” She faced him in all seriousness. “This goes much deeper. The guy before Harold… well, he was a real animal, a pig. He used to fuck me every time we went out. If we went to a party he'd fuck me in his car on the way to it, or on the way home. He'd fuck me at drive-in movies, behind bushes, anywhere at all. The things he did disgusted me. I learned to hate the whole miserable business of fucking. One minute of heavy breathing and painful poking… it puzzles me to think that that's supposed to make the world go round. What do people see in it? After a while of that I just developed a kind of allergy to having anything enter my body. It makes me want to throw up, scream, run away. I just get terrified.”
Bob had backed off and listened to her with increasing sympathy. “So that's it,” he nodded. “Well, at least that makes more sense. But listen, I had my fingers up your cunt and that didn't seem to bother you at all.”
“That's different. You're my brother and those fingers aren't a cock.”
“A cock is thicker,” Bob shrugged. “You could overcome this hang-up in no time at all, providing you really want to.”
“I don't see much point in it.” Nora reached for her cigarettes and lit two, handed Bob one. “I'm just as happy without that hairy pig rutting on top of me.”
“He went for a minute and that tells me all I want to know about his lovemaking ability,” argued Bob. “If you'll give me a chance I'll show you what real fucking is-and believe me, it'll change your mind about sex.”
“No… nothing personal, Bob, but not just yet When I get over that schmuck perhaps.”
His ardor had faded. Nora saw it and relaxed. She lay back on her pillow and smoked in silence. Bob seemed on the point of going to bed and calling it a night. Now was my big chance. I eased my way along the branch till the window sill was within reach. “Bob!” I hissed, extending my hand. “Help me inside, will you!”
They looked up, startled. Bob was quick to act. He leaned out of the window and helped, literally picking me up off the branch and carrying me over the gap in space. “Goddammit, Kathy,” Nora said angrily, “will you get out of
