much Birdie liked him. It was almost as though he had been extended a formal invitation. Bill had made him understand that it would please everyone if Kurt made love to Birdie, and afterward he had never regretted it, knowing Birdie and Bill had really changed his life. And he was going to share this understanding with his dear, sweet little sister.
'No, man,' he finally answered. 'Big brother won't mind at all!' Then he rose to start for home. 'I'll see you tomorrow, Bill. I just hope that Stacey's still willing to go up to the cabin with -me.'
Bill got up to see Kurt to the door. 'Don't worry, Kurt,' he reassured him one last time. 'Just take your time. She wants to do it, don't forget!'
Bill closed the door and turned to stretch and yawn as he walked slowly back into the living room of his apartment. He turned off the light and moved silently into the bedroom. His wife was sprawled on top of the mussed bed, obviously sleeping. In the dim light of the darkened room, he could not fail to note her curvaceous legs, those beautifully tapered, white thighs, where at the apex of them, he could see her dark, curling pubic hair peeping out, barely covered by her dressing robe; above, he saw her sleep-tousled hair, jet black and shining, and just below the smooth-skinned neck, the robe was parted to reveal a full rounded, naked breast. I know they were screwing in here! he said to himself. She's the most beautiful woman in the world when she's relaxed like this… and the sexiest woman I've ever known! For some reason, he loved to take his wife after she had made love to another man. It was then that she was at her best, her softest, her warmest. And he thought, as he had thought a thousand times before, that he was one hell of a lucky man to be married to her!
He could feel the blood pounding already in his cock- below, bringing it to hard readiness. Sitting down gently on the bed beside his dozing wife, his hand smoothed up and down her back, then went up inside her thin dressing gown to capture the softly pliant mound of a breast, his fingers rolling the nipple to almost instant hardness.
Her eyes fluttered as she stirred in her sleep. 'Oh, Bill, honey,' she said softly through sweetened lips. 'You're home.'
He answered her with a kiss, mashing her lips flat against her teeth, and his tongue stabbed into her mouth hungrily. Birdie seemed to melt into his arms, a renewed glow suffusing through her belly, as her own tiny hand groped out to him, rummaging in his lap until she found the hard shaft of his penis to rub massagingly through the material of his trousers.
Finally, she broke the kiss and panted chokingly, 'Why don't you take your clothes off, darling?'
Bill got up off the bed and began to undress rapidly. His wife watched him, as the garments came off his body, revealing his hard muscled frame. While he was tugging off his clothes, he kept his brown eyes on her, watching as she tossed off the dressing gown and lay down on the bed, her legs spread almost obscenely, and he saw her hips rotating in tiny expectant circles. Damn! That's my little Birdie! She's already as hot as hell!
Birdie loved her husband. He was the dearest of all men to her. Even though she knew she could never be satisfied with just one man, she found him to be the best of lovers, and as she watched him, now standing before her with his massively stiffened cock lancing out from beneath his smooth-muscled abdomen, she renewed her vow that she would never lose him. He's too good a man!
Crawling -up on the bed over her, he lay down on top of his wife and said, 'Birdie, darling, I love you. I want to make love to you!'
'I love you too, babe! Why don't you just go ahead and put your cock in me… and fuck me… hard!'
'Okay, doll… if you want me to!'
'I do, Bill, darling! I want it… hard and long… and deep!'
And that was exactly what he did!
Chapter 4
It was almost one o'clock in the morning, but Stacey Jones could not sleep. She sat woodenly in the living room of the apartment she shared with her brother, wondering what had become of him. What if he didn't come home? What if he no longer wanted to go on the vacation they had planned? What would she say to Birdie and Bill Wilson when they came for them in the morning?
She felt a little bit silly. Kurt had wanted to make love to her, and she had refused him in a terribly juvenile way. After all, she had to admit to herself, when the time had come she actually wanted it almost as much as he did. She had barely been able to restrain herself from giving him all the sexual love she had been holding back for so long. She was twenty years old now, no longer a little girl, and there was no man on earth that she loved as much as she loved Kurt. She was living with him, they shared everything! He didn't have a girl friend or any special woman. And she didn't have a man friend that she would even consider making love to. Was she going to remain a virgin all her life?
Arid she had hurt Kurt's feelings, that was for sure. It wasn't like him to just leave the house without saying anything, and then to stay out as late as this without calling her to let her know he was all right. He loved her, and she had made him feel like a beast for trying to express his love in a physical way. What was she going to do? How could she make it up to him? Was she going to have to go all the way with her own big brother in order to keep things happy?
As the hour grew later Stacey grew more and more worried. Finally, she made up her mind. Kurt was the most important person in the world to her, and she promised herself solemnly that if he would just come home, if he would just give her a chance, she would make it all up to him. She would do anything she had to do in order for him to be happy! That was all there was to it. Once again, tears began to flow from her eyes, but these were not tears of anger.
'Oh, Kurt! Kurt!' she sobbed to the empty walls of their apartment. 'Come home, Kurt! I'm sorry!' For.the first time since her parents had flied, Stacey felt she was losing her security, losing everything she needed in life to feel happy.
Kurt could hear her bawling even before he put his key in the lock of their apartment door. Damn! he thought to himself. Why did I have to make her feel so bad? As quickly as he could, he opened the door and in three strides he was sitting next to her on the couch, pulling her tear-stained face to his shoulder, enfolding her sweet, tender blonde head in his protective arms, patting her reassuringly on the back.
'Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry!' she wailed. 'I've been such a fool!'
'It's all right, Stacey,' he reassured her. 'I love you, honey. It doesn't matter. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.'
'But I love you, Kurt!' she protested, her voice muffled in the material of his shirt. 'I want you to be happy. You don't have a woman to make love to! I want to give you what you need!'
Bill and Birdie were right! thought Kurt in a sudden joyous flash. She wants it as much as I do!
'Calm down, little sister,' Kurt crooned now, patting her slowly and rocking his body slightly. 'Don't cry anymore.'
Her rhythmic sobbing began to slow down, and finally she was quiet. Every few moment she would sniffle slightly, but she was totally relaxed in her brother's arms as he held her on their living room sofa.
'Did you get packed for the trip, honey?' he finally asked her, pulling her head up to look into her eyes. 'We're going to leave bright and early in the morning, you know.'
'Y-yes, Kurt,' she answered, rubbing the last vestiges of tears out of hex eyes and smiling now at him. 'I didn't know if you would still want to go or not, but I packed all our things anyway, just in case.'
'Of course I still want to go, honey!' Kurt laughed down at her cheerfully. 'Who would want to miss a beautiful trip like that? And you know what else? We're going to have the place all to ourselves for the first day. Birdie has to work tomorrow at the hospital; so she and Bill are going to come up in the evening. Won't that be nice?'
'I-I guess so, Kurt. I mean… do you think…'
'We'll see, baby. Let's not think about all that stuff right now. Let's just be glad that we're together and that we've got each other, all right? Come on now, I'll tuck you into your bed and you try to get a good rest for the morning.'
Stacey was on cloud nine now. Kurt still loved her; everything was going to be all right. She was looking forward to their day alone in the mountains with almost equal amount of dread and happy anticipation. Glowing inside, she still felt a panicky feeling fluttering in her stomach. Was he going to. try to make love to her again? How
