asked, eyeing him mischievously.
'You used to think one wasn't much good until it had hair on it.'
'Gee, Sis, it looks good enough to eat! And your legs, why, Sis, you always did have pretty legs, but honest, they're perfect now; you're the best-looking girl I ever saw!'
What feminine heart wouldn't have thrilled at such sincere tribute as this?
'Oh, Rene, you old darling!' I murmured, half crying, half laughing as I put my arms around him and squeezed up to him. 'I missed you so much! I never have had a fellow half as good as you! I've just lain awake nights remembering all the things we used to do! Sometimes when fellows were doing it to me I closed my eyes and made believe it was you, but nobody could ever make me feel the same as you did!'
Against my stomach as I clung to him I could feel the warm pressure of something hard and rigid which was pulsing with enough vigour to make its movements perceptible through our respective clothing. I slipped my hand down inside the waistband of his trousers and sought out the disturbing element. A shiver passed through me as my fingers closed around the turgid object and a vertigo of longing which demanded immediate satisfaction, overwhelmed me.
'Oh, Rene, darling, it feels so good to have this in my hand again! I'll bet it's been up inside lots of girls since I had it last, though. Are those Canadian girls very pretty, Rene?' I asked, the eternal feminine rising to the surface as in my imagination I pictured Rene with other girls.
'Some of them aren't so bad, but I never saw one that could hold a candle to you, Sis!' Rene replied uncomfortably.
'Come on, Rene!' I panted, 'let's do it quick! Nobody is up yet, but as soon as the girls are awake, I'll have to introduce you to them!'
I flung myself on the bed, and in a jiffy the object for which I was palpitating with burning ardour was buried in my trembling flesh.
With my arms entwined about Rene's neck I fluttered and moaned and received his thrusts in a regular frenzy of emotion. In it went, until I could feel his crisp hair pressed against my naked parts, and as if this penetration were not enough I hurled myself up against it and pressed with all my might so that it might reach the innermost depths of my being. Moaning, gasping, suspiring, and murmuring hysterical endearments, I clung to him, my arms clasped about his neck and my legs clenched over his strong back while my flanks quivered and strained to draw from his as quickly as possible the satisfying balm my body craved.
Hardly had I recovered from my first orgasm when there was a discreet knock at the door. While Rene hastily buttoned up his clothing I took from the maid a tray with coffee and toast. My hands were still trembling from the recent exhilaration, and my face was flushed and hot.
We lingered over our coffee for another hour, talking, laughing, reminding each other of little incidents which stood out prominently in our memories of the past.
'Do you remember when that little Marshall girl's mother caught you trying to do it with her in the coal shed?'
'I'll say I remember it! She gave me such a lacing with an old belt that I couldn't walk straight for a week. Do you remember how Mr. Peters used to send me out on fake errands so he could have you alone in the house and diddle you with his fingers?'
And so, immersed in reminiscences of the past, some laughable, some pathetic, some tragic, the time flew by, and the sound of movement and conversation elsewhere in the house reminded me that it was high noon.
'I'm going to call Hester to introduce you to her. She's the girl that was with me in that darned old reformatory. She's my best friend; if it hadn't been for her, I don't know what would have happened to me.'
I jumped up and went directly to Hester's room. Finding her awake and languidly engaged in combing her luxuriant hair I danced up to her.
'Oh, Hester, I've got the grandest surprise for you! Powder your nose and come quick to my room. There's somebody there waiting to see you! It's my brother Rene, come back from Canada! He came at nine o'clock this morning and Lafronde woke me up! I bet you'll fall in love with him when you see him; he's the handsomest fellow you ever saw!'
My excitement was contagious, and Hester rushed to make herself presentable. As soon as she was ready I led her to my room where Rene was waiting.
'This is Hester, my very dearest friend, Rene. Next to you, I love her more than anyone in the world!'
'Gee, I don't blame you for loving her, Sis!' exclaimed Rene, as he jumped to his feet and admiringly appraised Hester's dark beauty. 'I could love her myself without half trying!'
'Well,' I said, judiciously, 'she's the only girl in the world that would be good enough for you, and you're the only fellow in the world that would be good enough for her, so that leads to only one logical conclusion.'
Hester stayed with us until, despite my protestations to the contrary, she felt that we might wish to be alone, and with a promise to see Rene again before he left, she slipped out, closing the door behind her.
Rene wished to leave around one-thirty, and anxious to be as close to him as possible during the remainder of his visit, I again sat on his lap.
Before long, new temptation began to assail me. Tentatively, I felt around inside his clothing with my hand until I found what I was searching for. It stiffened out magically under my fingers. For a few minutes I squeezed it, thrilling to the quick transformation and the significant throbbing which my touch had evoked.
'Once more… before you go?' I whispered, squeezing it tightly.
'Just what I was thinking myself!' he answered huskily.
'You lie underneath and let me get on top, like we used to do in the attic!' I suggested.
'Suits me, absolutely.'
And this is how it happened that Hester, returning to bid Rene goodbye as she had promised, on opening the door was confronted by a most poetic sight.
I, for greater freedom of movement, had thrown off the dressing gown and, crouched over Rene with my bottom in the air, was working frantically up and down on the pivotal point which projected from his middle.
'T-a-ah!' she gasped, '… I didn't think… excuse me…!' and she closed the door and fled precipitately.
'I forgot to lock the door!' I murmured, guiltily.
'Not the first time, Sis!' he retorted.
'Well, it doesn't make any difference here,' I answered, resuming my efforts to attain the objective which had been uppermost in my mind up to the moment of interruption.
After Nature had taken her pleasant and satisfying course and the inward fires which consumed me had again been temporarily lulled with a copious shower of masculine sperm, Rene departed.
Hester had not returned, and so as soon as I had bidden him good-bye at the door, I returned to her room upstairs.
'Jessie!' she exclaimed, 'you could have knocked me down with a feather!'
'Oh, that was nothing,' I answered lightly, thinking she had reference to opening the door without knocking. 'It didn't startle your modesty, did it?'
'But… but… your own brother!' she whispered, in low, shocked tones.
For a moment I failed to grasp the import of her words. When comprehension dawned on me, I burst into laughter.
'Didn't you know, ha! ha! ha! Didn't I tell you, Rene isn't my real brother, he isn't any blood relation to me at all, he's only a stepbrother!'
A look of relief passed over Hester's face.
'Jesse, no! You never told me that before! You used to talk about him in the reformatory, but you never said he wasn't your real brother. Gosh! I never was so surprised in all my life as when I opened that door and saw you on top of him, naked! I could hardly believe my eyes!'
'We were just renewing an old love affair that started when he was eight and I was six!' I answered, laughing. 'What did you think of him?'
'Well,' she replied, smiling, 'let's go downstairs right now and tell Lafronde that we've just discovered we're lost sisters, so the next time he comes, he can be a brother to both of us!'
