stockings or panty-hose on the walk. Jim, a step ahead of her, spread a tree branch aside that was in their way, and then, waiting for her to pass, said, 'I… I wanted to apologize for last night, Suzie. It must've been pretty rough on you.'
She smiled at him wistfully, shaking her head. She couldn't seem to find the proper words to answer him, so she remained silent for a moment, and Jim, evidently taking this as a rebuff, tried to comfort her some more.
'You were so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there, nude,' he said contritely, feeling his penis throbbing between his legs. God! How he wanted to fuck her again! But he knew his chances of hauling her down on the ground where they were and ramming it to her was out of the question. Mental victory would have to come before physical victory, and the time was not yet ripe for that. He continued to look sad-faced at his bride, his true emotions so lacking remorsefulness that he feared she'd see right through him. 'I… I don't know what got into me,' he added lamely, 'maybe the devil. The devil made me do it.'
'No, darling,' Suzie whispered, awkward with her own feelings of guilt and embarrassment. 'It was me. I'm more to blame than you are, and what you told me this morning is right. You're a man, while I…' she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
'And you're a woman,' Jim murmured softly. 'One hell of a woman.'
'Am I?' she questioned despondently. 'I wasn't… I wasn't when you needed one, Jim, but I promise you this. From now on, I'm going to do everything I can to be a woman. All the woman you can handle!'
'You will be,' he promised her. 'You'll see, you will be!'
I hope so… for the sake of our marriage and love, I hope so! She turned away from him to hide the sudden surge of tears that were blurring her eyes. 'L-Let's rest here a moment and then go back to the cabin, darling.'
Jim hesitated, looking around as if earnestly seeking something, frowning slightly. 'No… not just yet, if you don't mind, Suzie. I… I feel sort of fidgety today, and you know how much I like to hike in the country. Let's go on a bit further.'
Suzie nodded mutely, a small twinge of despondency coming over her. He doesn't want me again yet, she thought miserably. He's afraid to take me back to bed and fail, and that's why we're wandering through the hills this way… She walked after him without question, figuring that it was she who would now have to show patience and understanding, and again promising she'd try harder when the next chance arose. She caught up with him as they strolled through the thickly aromatic pines, and, pressing her hand into his, she brushed her nubile body against his often in the cool, dim woods. The gentle caress of knee-high grass and wildflowers against her bare legs felt comforting to her, though, and the bright songs of the birds clustered in the trees overhead added to her naturally buoyant spirits. Every few minutes, she would catch the rustle of some darting small animal, or the scratchings of a chipmunk as it clawed up the bark of a fir. It was as if she were entirely alone with Jim in a world of peace and tranquillity, and, as she continued walking, the distraught young bride began feeling a little more relaxed and calm…
Soon they neared a small, secluded glade, sheltered by tall trees and thick, lush foliage. The ground was covered with spongy moss, and she could hear the trickling of a stream off to one side. They worked their way a little closer through the shadows of the trees, and, just before they were going to step out into the clearing, they heard another sound. With Jim's hand holding her back, Suzie leaned forward, puzzled…
They were the oddest noises she'd ever heard in her life! They didn't sound like they were from a large, wild beast, for they were sighs and groans that seemed more human than animal!
Then… 'Oooohhh shit! You suck like Aphrodite!'
Suzie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude obscenities she'd just heard. Her face contorted with confusion, and she turned to her husband, her breath choking in her throat as she asked him, 'Wha-What was that?'
'I don't know!' Jim lied, knowing full well what it was. He hadn't tracked Verna and Carl halfway to Nevada for nothing! 'It sounded like a man,' he continued, trying to act perplexed. 'It sounded almost like… like Carl!'
'My brother? No, it can't be!'
Her protests were cut short by the sounds of more lewd words, this time muffled and from a woman's lips. Suzie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Verna's!
'I love it! Yes, yes, I love the taste of your prick! Mmmmm!'
Suzie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jim Halford. She wanted to run, to flee from what her senses told her was an impossibility – but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the squeaky attic door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the earth was too soft and her husband's strength too much. They rounded a few more trees and slipped quietly through a growth of tall brush, the moans of passion becoming more distinct.
'You like having a blow job, don't you, Carl?'
'God Almighty, yes! I love it! So sweet, so sweet…!'
There was silence for a moment, and Suzie heard the rustlings of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man – no longer just a man, but her brother Carl! – moaned and sighed with his burgeoning delight.
'Look!' Jim suddenly hissed in her shocked ear. 'Look over there, by the creek!'
Suzie took one quick glimpse, and abruptly she felt as if she would scream. Instead, she raised the back of her hand to her lips in convulsive horror and swallowed heavily. 'Oh… no!' she gasped behind her covering hand. 'I don't believe it!'
What she had seen was her twin brother Carl lying spread-eagled on a large blanket, completely naked, rolling his blond head in ecstasy while Verna knelt between his legs. The curvaceous black-haired bride was as unclothed as he, and she was moistly running her ovalled mouth up and down over Carl's thick, jutting penis, her expression that of a woman possessed.
Suzie leaned against a tree trunk, unable to move. 'I… I simply can't believe it!' she gasped again.
Jim chuckled quietly and folded his arms across his chest. 'Christ, Suzie, it's plain to see. They're making love!'
The young girl tried to blot out the perverted scene in front of her. Dear Lord! That wasn't making love – what they were doing was unnatural – a sinful and depraved act! Carl knew that, he'd been raised properly… but there he was… how could he be… how could her twin brother be… be…? She couldn't even find the words to express the horrid view! Then Suzie realized that Jim was speaking again. She wrenched her mind to what he was saying, asking, 'What? What was that?'
'I said, isn't it a wild thing to watch?'
She twisted her head to stare at her husband, not sure she could believe what she'd heard him utter, or the grinning, hot-eyed expression she now saw on his face. 'You don't mean that you… approve of what Carl and Verna are doing, do you?' she blurted out incredulously. 'They're… like animals!'
'Don't be too sure about that, rosebud!'
'It's awful! They've gone crazy!'
'Who can tell what should or shouldn't be done in passion? It's a very strong emotion. Everybody needs passion to make themselves happy, don't they? Isn't that what you've been telling me today? To make the person you love happy?'
'Y-Yes,' she agreed hesitantly. 'But doing… doing such a wicked act can't be a part of such happiness!'
'No? Take a good look at my sister and your brother. I think our twins are making each other very happy!'
Suzie felt confused and bewildered, and, even though she felt that she was right, she wasn't in any condition to be arguing morality. She blinked heavily, trying to clear her mind of blurred thoughts, thoughts of the previous night and her unwilling initiation into sexual practices, and of her promises today that she'd learn how to be a woman. Did it take such evil acts to please a man? No, it couldn't! It was sinful just to consider such perversions, much besides lower oneself to perform them. Or… was it? Suzie seriously began questioning her frozen values, wondering if she was incapable of ever knowing what a man wanted or required.
What was sex? Jim had taken her in the normal way last night, but it had left her cold and frightened. Where was the fire she assumed should come! Was it really the brutal coupling she'd experienced and it would never get better for her – or was it this untamed lust that drove people mad like she was witnessing now? The thought raced through her shattered mind – what would it feel like to be so passionate – what should it be like?
