Jean Sifton
The peeking sister
CHAPTER ONE
Driving home through the hot hazy July afternoon, raven-haired June Wright felt a returning wave of nausea sweep over her and was forced to pull over to the side of the road to rest for a moment. As she sat there alone in the peace and quiet of the gently rolling Maryland farmlands, breathing in the familiar scents of sun-baked fields and dry hay mixed with the heavy sweet aroma of honeysuckle that grew wild along both sides of the narrow winding country road, she reassured herself for the hundredth time that day that she wasn't pregnant.
It just wasn't possible… even if old Mr. Chisolm, the owner of the Chisolm Realty Company where both she and Cliff Farrow worked, obviously thought it was. There had been a knowing leer in the old man's eyes when she told him she wasn't feeling well and asked for the rest of the day off. He'd wanted to know when she and Cliff were going to 'set the date' and had clucked disapprovingly when she replied vaguely, 'Oh sometime in the fall…'
There wasn't any hurry or reason to worry, and she was acting like a silly nincompoop, she told herself severely. After she had decided to let Cliff sleep with her… and it had been a deliberate decision on her part because she considered herself a modern woman, and, after all, they were officially engaged… she had consulted a doctor and had been on the pills for over two weeks before she actually let IT happen. The first time, just as an extra precaution, she had made him put on one of those rubber things, pretending that her surrender was spontaneous and that she wasn't prepared. A few days later her period had come on schedule and, from then on, she had religiously taken the pill each morning, marking off the day with an X on the calendar. She hadn't missed one, of that she was absolutely certain. It wasn't for nothing that Mr. Chisolm praised her as being the most efficient secretary he had ever had.
No, June decided, it must be something she had eaten or some bug in the air. Even if for some strange reason the pills didn't work for her, the chances that she was pregnant were almost nil. She had only let Cliff make love to her two more times since he had taken her virginity, claiming that she was still too sore. Actually, she wasn't sore at all. It hadn't hurt much, even the first time…
In fact, she had hardly felt anything at all. The whole thing seemed more like a bore and a waste of time than anything else and she resented having to put on a big act about how thrilled and excited she was. Cliff was hurt and angry if she didn't… He accused her of being cold and unresponsive and of not enjoying his body. Well, he had a very nice strong healthy body as she was well aware, but, up till then at least, she hadn't enjoyed it as much as he seemed to.
With a sigh June pulled her little Volkswagen Beetle back onto the deserted road and continued her way home. There were plenty of women like her, she knew, for whom sex was never a very large factor in life, and she had accepted the fact that she was like that ever since her first necking experienced as a senior in high school six years before. The boys then had considered her cold, but they had kept coming back for more because she was… 'built'… as they said.
So she was 'built', June shrugged wryly to herself. And not bad-looking either. Her pale oval face framed by a thick mane of glossy blue-black hair had the clean pure lines of classic, almost Madonna-like beauty. There was Italian blood on her mother's side of the family, and she had inherited its external form without the fiery passionate temperament the Latins were so famous for.
At least, she consoled herself, her looks had brought her the love of a handsome dynamic young man like Cliff Farrow. For Cliff was certainly all of those things. He was by far the best salesman at Chisolm Realty, and everyone said he had a great future ahead of him. She was sure they would be very happy together once she had had a baby or two and his ardor had cooled down a little. They would settle down to a pleasant comfortable life in this beautiful valley where she had been born and which, as far as she was concerned, was the most wonderful place in the world to live. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't 'set the date' right then and there. What was she waiting for…? The reason she gave herself was her younger sister Tiffany who was taking a couple of subjects in summer school and would receive her diploma in the fall. But was that really the reason?
June coasted into the driveway of her home with the motor off, hoping not to awaken her father who she knew would be taking his afternoon nap upstairs in the bedroom which he rarely left any more. He had been a semi-invalid ever since her mother's death six years earlier, and she had had the duty of nursing him as well as being the breadwinner of the family. Not that she minded taking care of him, not at all, and when Tiffany graduated and got a job, she would at last be able to shoulder her share of the burden.
June heard the noise as soon as she had quietly unlocked the front door and stepped into the dimly shadowed hall… A sort of hoarse strangled panting which seemed to come from the rear of the house on the ground floor. Her heart jumped in her throat! Her first thought was that her father had somehow made his way downstairs and had some kind of fit or attack. She hurried through the dining room into the darkened little-used parlor. What she saw through the doorway… on the floor of the screened-in back porch… stopped her dead in her tracks as if she had run full tilt into a stone wall. She couldn't have been more horrified and stupefied if she had come home and been greeted by some fiendish monster from outer space.
On the bare wooden floor of the sun-drenched back porch her sister Tiffany… her little baby sister Tiffany who was supposed to be in school… and her fiance, Cliff Farrow… both stark naked and completely oblivious of her presence… were wildly fucking like two wild demented beasts!
There was even a pungent feral odor in the air, and the place looked like a hurricane had struck it with pieces of clothing flung helter-skelter everywhere.
Maybe because she couldn't bear to focus on the spectacle in front of her, June's gaze lingered on Tiffany's panties which hung like some obscene fruit from one of the branches of the potted rubber plant. Even from that distance she could see that the secretion band was dripping wet. God! Her blonde baby sister, seven years younger than she was, who, until just a few years ago, she'd had to mother like a child… was lying there on the floor making love with the wanton intensity and unbridled passion of an experienced and totally debauched woman. It couldn't be! Cliff must be raping her!
Still in a state of shock and unwilling to believe her eyes, June forced herself to look back at the shamelessly rutting couple on the floor. There certainly was no question of rape! Tiffany had her long slim legs locked around Cliff's muscular buttocks as she strove to pull his long thick penis deeper into her wetly glistening cunt, and her childish heart-shaped face straining up out of its tangled halo of silky gold hair was flushed and contorted in the urgency of her desire. She bucked her slender young-girl hips up faster and faster to meet the pile-driving downstrokes of her lover's hairy pelvis against her tender vaginal mound and was moaning and mewling in a delirium of abandoned pleasure. When their lewdly entwined bodies parted momentarily, June could clearly see Cliff's long thick rigid penis shining with Tiffany's cuntal juices as her young sister's moist pink pussy lips, lined with sparse golden pubic curls, clung hungrily to the great shaft… could even see the huge swollen dark red head of his cock which he drew out of her steaming furrow almost to the end before plunging it back in with a loud grunt of satisfaction. The slap of his sperm-bloated balls against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks seemed to ring out like pistol shots through the quiet house as they galloped toward the consummation of their lewd animal-like coupling.
'Fuck harder, Cliff! Haaarrrddderrr!' Tiffany gasped, tangling both her hands in his curly brown hair and pulling his sweating face down to hers to glue her wide-open mouth against his. Both their wantonly writhing bodies were covered with a film of perspiration, and the bare wooden boards beneath them were dark with their secretions.
Stop them! Stop them!
The frenzied silent command rang out repeatedly in June's dazed brain as every deep-seated moral and
