someone else the fact that he lusted after the body of his own sister. For the first time in his life, he was beginning to understand the fact that he not only lusted after his sister, but loved her too, and wanted her to love him.
Mary Frances left him, not even bothering to lock the door. She knew that he would stay put. She went back into her official sitting room and got ready for step two. First, she picked up the rags of his clothing off the floor and threw them in the trash can. She also hid his suitcase from sight. Then she opened her closet and changed from her business clothes into more comfortable ones. She let her hair down and put on her special perfume. She dimmed the lights, and from her desk drawer she took out a small cardboard box.
She flicked a switch on her intercom and pressed down the bar. 'Belinda?'
The girl was waiting in her room as Miss Ferguson had told her. She jumped a little at the sound of the soft voice in her room. Miss Ferguson had told her that something extra special was going to happen that Saturday, but hadn't told her what.
'Yes, Miss Ferguson?'
'Please come to my office, dear.'
'Yes, Ma'am.' Belinda slid off her bed and headed for Miss Ferguson's sitting room. She was tense and excited, not knowing what was in store for her. When she got excited like that, she felt a little dizzy. Excitement always brought back memories of her brother and that night on the beach. Miss Ferguson had taught her to be able to think about it now instead of drifting back into the haze that she had set up for so long to blot it out, but the memory was still so painful and ugly. Brant shouldn't have done that, not that way, not on the beach with the others there, not hurting her. It all came back again, and tears came to her eyes. She paused to lean against the wall of the corridor and pull herself back together again.
Miss Ferguson was sitting on the chaise lounge when the girl walked into her office. She could see at once that the suspense was working on Belinda's nerves. 'Sit down here, dear. You look tired and nervous.'
'I am a little, Miss Ferguson. I didn't sleep very well last night.'
'You may call me Mary Frances, dear. We are alone and private here. Stretch out here beside me. Did you dream about Brant again, my dear?'
'Yes, I did. I woke up crying, and my heart was pounding. It was just terrible again. Not the way it was supposed to be.'
'I have some medicine here for you that I think will make those bad dreams go away. I want you to lie here, very still, and quiet and as relaxed as you can be. I'm going to give you a shot and talk to you while the medicine works. The shot will sting a little, but there won't be any other pain, and you will soon be feeling much better.'
The girl lay down on the soft lounge. She tried to relax, but her muscles were still tense and she still had tears in her eyes. Memories are very hard things to live with.
'Take a few deep, slow breaths and relax completely, dear. It is all right. You are completely safe. Mary Frances is here, and she will take care of you. That's just fine. Let yourself go and just relax from the top of your head right down to your toes. Do you feel better now?'
'Yes, Mary Frances,' the girl said.
'Now I want you to think of Brant in the days before the incident happened on the beach, before he hurt you. Tell me about him then, dear.'
'Brat is so handsome,' She giggled. 'I haven't called him Brat since I was just a little girl. I couldn't say his name right. He used to call me Lindy before we started to grow up.'
'He is so handsome, the handsomest boy there ever was, so strong and tall. I always tagged along behind him. Sometimes he would get very mad at me when I got in his way, but when there weren't any other kids around, he would be so nice to me and hold me and make me feel so good.'
'That's what was so wrong when he, he hurt me. He would never have done that to me if there weren't the others there. He could be so mean and cruel when he was showing off in front of the other kids.'
Her voice began to rise in mounting anxiety. Mary Frances gave her a little more of the drug and soothed her forehead, closing her eyes with her fingertips and kissing her lips gently.
'Relax, dear, Brant won't hurt you any more. Tell me what it should have been like.'
'He should have come to my room in the night the way he would when we were little kids. He should have crawled in bed with me the way we used to. We would talk all night and hug each other and kiss. I would have let him do it then. I wanted him to do it. I remember when his thing would get hard, and he would hold it tight against my leg when we were little. I touched it, and he said it felt good. He should have come to me like that, and I would have made love to him. It would have been so beautiful.'
'Think about that, my dear, and rest awhile. Just sleep and relax.' The girl's head nodded off in a few seconds, and she was soon breathing deeply and regularly in a sound sleep. Mary Frances leaned over her and began to undress her. She admired the gorgeous lush figure in the dim light, the light, creamy skin, the high, full breasts and lush hips. The delicate hair on her plump pussy. This was a hell of a fine dish to serve up to Brant. He had better prove himself worthy of it. She went to her closet and took out a sheet which she spread over the naked girl's sleeping form.
She went into the back room, leaving the lights off. She opened the door of the closet. In the dim light, she could just barely make out the boy's form squatting in the corner with his head down on his arms. 'Lindy is waiting for you,' she said softly.
He raised his head. 'Belinda?'
'You used to call her Lindy, remember? When you were little and would crawl into her bed at night, Brat. She would like you to get into bed with her again and love her.'
There was silence and then a sob. 'Lindy? Lindy wants me after what I did?'
'Shush. It's all right now. You're going to love her tenderly now. The way she wanted you to. The way you wanted also, didn't you?'
'Yes. Is it all right? Can I sleep with Lindy tonight, Mama?'
God! The boy was slipping right into the past without benefit of any serum!
'Yes, it's all right, Brat. You can make love to her. Mama says so.'
She took his hand and led him into the front room where his sister was sleeping. In the brighter light, she could see his excitement rousing. His long cock was swiftly coming up from a loose dangle to a full erection. She led him to the couch and gently pushed him down on his knees beside it.
'Wake her up, Brat, and tell her you're sorry. Then you can ask her if you can get into bed with her.'
'Lindy? Lindy?' he whispered softly.
'Brat?' she stirred and turned toward him.
'Lindy, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Say it's all right.'
'You were bad, Brat.'
'I know. Please say you forgive me.'
'I forgive you, Brat. I love you.'
'I love you, Lindy. Can I get in bed with you. I'm cold.'
She opened her arms to him.
'I don't have any clothes on, Lindy. Is that all right?'
She giggled. 'I lost my clothes, too. Come on in.'
He sighed in a long release of pent-up desire and guilt all mixed together. He lifted the sheet and slid in beside her. Mary Frances could see him putting his arms around her and hugging her to his body. As they kissed and embraced, she knelt at the end of the couch and slowly pulled the sheet off the entwined forms before her lustful eyes. She hiked her loose soft skirt up to her waist and let her throbbing clit get a little air. She wore no panties.
Belinda had her soft thigh across Brant's hip and was kissing him passionately. His cock was hidden from Miss Ferguson's view, but she knew that it was hot and hard. Belinda's legs were spread and Mary Frances could see her ruby-red clit sticking out of the lighter red hair of her pussy. Brant's fat young balls were snug against his sister's cunt and his cock hair was tangled with her cunt hair. They were kissing so deeply that Mary Frances could see the muscles working in their throats as they sent their tongues exploring. Brant moved his hand from his sister's back around to cup the fullness of her tit. Her lovely rose-colored nipple was erect and hard. He stroked the breast and rubbed her nipple on his own chest.
Belinda finally broke the kiss and pulled back to get some air. 'Oh, Brat, your thing is so hard! It's pushing
