She sneaked downstairs, just before supper, and quietly slipped the letters beside the dinner plates on the already-set table.
She walked into the living room, where her family were watching television. The house had the savory fragrance of roast lamb.
'Supper will be ready in a few minutes,' her mother said, looking up from some darning she was going. 'And don't pick at the salad! It will spoil your supper.'
'I won't,' Cathy said, sitting down next to her brother. Her brother, who was reading a novel, cuffed her with it.
'Find your own seat!' he said.
Cathy giggled, and pinched him.
'Hey!' he barked, wrestling her onto the floor.
'Jimmy! That's no way to treat a lady!' his father barked, looking over his newspaper.
'She ain't a lady!' Jimmy said.
'Well, treat her as if she were one,' his father admonished. 'Whether she is or not!' With that, Mr. Jones grinned at his daughter, and winked.
'One of the boys in school said that his father said you treat a lady like a whore, and a whore like a lady,' Cathy said, sententiously.
'Don't tell me who the father is,' Mr. Jones said, ironically. 'I have no use for men who consort with prostitutes-most especially men who have wives and consort with prostitutes.'
'Why?' Cathy asked.
'Because I think it's outrageous that women have to sell their bodies for the pleasure of a man. I think it's sexual slavery.'
'Oh, I don't know about that,' her mother purred, a soft, sensual smile on her mouth. 'It's always been one of my favorite sexual fantasies.'
'Indeed!' Mr. Jones said, looking at his wife with a peculiar expression.
The telephone rang, and Mrs. Jones answered it. She came back into the room to talk to her husband.
'It's the Allisons. Norma's sister has come over with her new baby, and they want to know if we want to go over after supper for a drink to see him.'
'I'd love to, darling,' Mr. Jones said, not looking up from his newspaper.
Supper was especially nice that night, when Cathy's family found their letters. Jimmy looked at her and alternately grinned and frowned at her. Cathy got more than her usual share of hugs and kisses and fond praise, and her share of that was exceptional under any circumstance.
When Cathy's mother started to clear away the plates, Cathy took them away from her.
'Jimmy and I will do the dishes, won't we, Jimmy?'
'Sure! You and Dad go to the Allisons.'
'My word! We do have a fine set of children!' June Jones said, kissing both her children, and going up to change her dress.
Mr. Jones watched the brother and sister clearing the table, listened to their bantering for a moment with fond pride.
He sighed, as he heard his wife come downstairs.
'Bob, I'm ready if you are, dear.'
'Coming, June.'
'So long, Dad, have fun!' Cathy grinned. Mr. Jones was very grateful that Cathy had promised to remain a virgin until she was sixteen, for so he had construed her letter, as had his wife. She was certainly an eyeful.
'Kids, I think it's time we sat down, and revised your allowances,' he said, filling up with joy at their goodness, and their beauty.
He left the two of them looking wonderfully surprised and happy.
As soon as Jimmy heard the front door close he turned to his sister.
'How are you going to do without sex now that you've had it!' he exclaimed, his psychological instincts quite sound. 'You couldn't do without it before.'
'Brother, we're keeping it in the family,' Cathy said with a sly grin.
She looked at her brother's crotch. He had a hard-on.
She wanted to put her long, slim fingers on his big peter, and jerk it off until he came. She wanted to suck on it, and pull it all the way down her throat.
Then she wanted to fuck him again, to put his big monster in her cunt and have him pump in and out of her until she had no skin left in her hot little tunnel.
She flicked her tongue over her lips.
'Yeah, well that sounds kind of sick to me!' Jimmy said.
'It can't be any sicker than last night, and I don't happen to think it was sick!' Cathy exclaimed. 'The people in the Bible did it all the time.'
That gave Jimmy pause for thought.
'What am I supposed to do? Give up all my girlfriends? Give up Suzy?'
'No, I never asked you that. You're just taking on someone else, that's all.'
'Well, I don't like it!' Jimmy said, wiping a dish with extra vigor.
'What's wrong with me, you don't like my cunt, meathead?'
Jimmy grinned and flicked the towel at his sister.
'All right, little girl, we'll see who's boss.'
Jimmy threw the towel on the counter, and unbuckled his belt, and then pulled down his jeans.
Cathy felt her cunt cream immediately.
She started to get real hot and bothered. Her eyes got a strange glow that turned Jimmy on. She moved slowly toward him.
'What do you think you're doing?' Jimmy asked, his voice husky with desire. He wanted her, and wanted to tease her. He backed away slightly.
'I want your meat, lover boy,' Cathy said, her voice gravely with desire.
'You're crazy!' Jimmy expostulated, and then his desire dried up his capacity for speech. His eyes hop-scotched over his sister's nubile body. He watched her tits dance with her movements, saw the long slender curve of her waist, felt the air on his burgeoning cock.
He knew he had to have it. He knew with all his heart that he wanted to fuck his lovely, luscious ravishing sister. But he was used to playing the dominant role. That was why he had pulled his jeans down-to intimidate his sister.
She wasn't having any part of it. She had taken the dominant role.
Cathy came very close to her brother, who had ceased to back off. He was too hot and horny. He didn't care if he fucked her on the kitchen floor.
Cathy pressed her soft moist lips against Jimmy's and he grabbed her closely, pressing her lovely tit mounds against his chest.
She opened her mouth and began to invade Jimmy's mouth with her tongue.
She started to explore his gums, and his tongue.
To Jimmy, Cathy had the sweetest mouth in the world. It tasted so good, as he flicked his tongue into her hot oral cavity. Her lips were tender and tasty, and he flicked his tongue over them, and then teasingly bit her lower lip.
Cathy felt her nipples pucker into hard little nubbins, as she kissed her brother. She fumbled with her hands, finding the buttons of his plaid shirt, and she unbuttoned it, pulling it away from his manly chest.
She started to work her mouth down the manly column of his neck, savoring the salty taste of his sweat. She sucked on both his nipples, and smiled to herself, as she heard his breathing become harsher, deeper, as his passion grew.
She bit and kissed his chest, and then his belly. She pried her tongue into his navel, wiggling it around.
Jimmy moaned. Cathy had won the day.
