she used to be – shocked by four-letter words and knowing only one way to have sex.
She didn't know what she was going to do to win him back. She couldn't go back to the way she was before he went to Alaska, and she wouldn't have done that if she could. As for getting him over his suspicion of her, perhaps time would help in that regard. But time could work against her, also.
What if, while he was brooding, he were to meet and fall for somebody else?
She doubled her fist and slammed it angrily against a pillow. Why did Steve have to be so damned square, she wondered, and why only with her? It was all right for those prostitutes in Alaska to do anything and everything – but when his sweet little wife behaved the same way, it aroused his suspicion and even his dislike for her.
He had enjoyed what he did, just the same. He had proved that. He didn't really know what was good for him or what he wanted, she concluded. But she had been the same way not long ago. Her only hope, it seemed, was that somehow he could be educated, as she had been.
She didn't know how or when it would happen, or whether their marriage would hang together that long. She lay back on the bed and felt like crying. What should have been one of the happiest times of her life had turned into a bitter experience.
During the ensuing days – and nights – Steve withdrew from her more and more. He frequently went out alone, and refused to tell her where he had been. One night he came home drunk. It was only then that she was able to get a good fucking from him, but afterwards he again accused her of being unfaithful, and demanded to know whether the other man had screwed her as well as he had just done.
She had cried herself to sleep.
The following morning, he was up and out of the apartment before she awakened. She feared at first that he had left her, but a quick investigation of the closet revealed that his clothes were still there.
She hoped he hadn't gene out to drink some more. Though she no longer had anything against liquor per se, she believed it could only make matters worse between Steve and herself. When he was drunk, he had consented to fuck her – but with hostility rather than love – and he'd made nasty accusations afterwards.
The fact that the nasty accusations were true didn't help her state of mind in the least.
Again she berated herself for ever having anything to do with Todd. But if she hadn't, she wouldn't have come out of her shell. She and Steve might have gotten along all right, but they would have been only half alive as far as sex was concerned.
She took a bath, got dressed, and prepared herself a light breakfast. She kept hoping Steve would return soon and she would be able to talk with him. But he had been unreachable for the last several days, and she had no reason to hope things would improve.
Toward midmorning, the door buzzer sounded.
At first, she thought, That's Steve! and leaped to answer the summons. But on her way to the door, she realized that he would have used his key and walked right in. She slowed down, and the buzzer sounded again before she reached the door.
She opened it and stared with shock, then alarm, at the person standing outside.
'Hello, Sis,' Todd said with a grin. He walked in, carrying his suitcase. 'Is Steve around?'
'Wh-What are you doing here?' she demanded.
He swung the door closed behind him. 'Is Steve here or isn't he?'
No, he isn't, Sharon said. Not now.
'But he's back from Alaska, right? I mean, you were expecting him in a few days when I left.'
'Yes, he's back from Alaska. Todd, why aren't you at school?'
He walked to the sofa and sat down. 'That was a bad scene,' he said. 'When they wrote for my credits, they got a bad report on me. The complete shit. I should've known that would happen.'
'So they kicked you out?'
'Yeah.' He grinned. 'Looks like I'm back on your hands again.'
'Oh, no!' she said vehemently. 'You can't stay here. Not this time.'
'Come on, baby.'
'No! And that's final, Todd.'
'I won't let anything slip to Steve,' he promised. 'I'll sleep here on the sofa, and you two lovebirds can have your privacy in the bedroom.'
'That wouldn't work,' she said. 'And, anyway, we're not exactly lovebirds anymore.'
Todd seemed surprised. 'What's the matter? I figured you and Steve would groove pretty good after he came back – I mean, with you knowing all you know about sex now.' He winked.
'That's just the trouble. I came on too strong and made Steve suspicious. He's sure I was making it with someone while he was gone.'
Todd seemed alarmed. 'Does he know I was here?'
'Are you crazy? Do you think I would tell him that?'
He relaxed. 'Then don't sweat it, baby. He'll get over his snit. Just keep showin' him a good time. Do all the things I taught you.'
'Oh, shut up!' she said. 'And get out of here. He's liable to be back any minute.'
A sly look came over Todd's face. 'I think I'll wait and talk with him. Steve and I have always gotten along pretty good. I bet he'll agree to let me stay.'
'Todd, don't ask him. Ooh, please!'
'What's the matter? Don't you think I can keep my mouth shut about its?' His expression changed. 'Or is it that you don't trust yourself with me around? Is that the hang-up, baby?'
She tensed herself. 'Todd, are you going to get out of here, or will I have to call the police?'
He laughed. 'Don't hype me, honey. Calling the police is something you won't ever do. That would kick up a big fuss, and the truth would be sure to come out then.'
She was afraid he was right. The situation seemed hopeless.
She decided to appeal to Todd as her brother. She sat down on the sofa beside him and looked him earnestly in the eyes.
'Todd, if we ever meant, anything to each other – as brother and sister, I mean – please do this for me. Get out of here and don't come back.'
'How about what we meant to each other the last time I was here? Doesn't that count for anything any more?'
'I just want to forget that,' she said miserably.
'Well, I don't. I dug it. And you dug it, too, regardless of what you want to think now. Come here, baby.' He reached for her.
'No, Todd… noo!' she exclaimed as she tried to struggle to her feet.
But he was all over her, holding her against the sofa with the pressure of his body as he grasped a boob with one hand and positioned her face with the other. He kissed her, forcing open her lips, and his tongue jammed into her mouth.
Her brain went into a dizzying whirl. I can't let him do this! she thought. If Steve were to walk in now, it would be awful!
But Todd's kiss turned her on so strongly that her resistance melted. She didn't have Steve – really have him – any more, but she could have Todd. And she wanted him.
Her tongue stirred against his, and she relaxed in his arms. His hand slid down to her thighs, and he began pushing her dress up.
She tore her mouth free. 'We'll have to hurry,' she gasped. 'We can't let Steve catch us.'
'Then we'll do it the quick way,' he said, his fingertips already stroking her warm, soft pussy through the crotchband of her nylon briefs. 'Open my pants.'
'Ooh, Todd. Todd…'
She struggled with his zipper and finally got it down. She reached into his pants, grasped his cock, and hauled it out. It immediately locked into a rock-hard erection, sticking up from his lap like a rocket on a launching pad.
Sharon bent and capped her mouth over the bald pink knob. She began to suck and lick at his happily pulsating cockhead.
He fingered her panty crotch aside and wiggled his way between the already moist and puffy lips of her cunt.
