As she started from the bed, she heard footsteps in the hall. She looked up; Bernie was standing there completely naked.
She stared at him for a moment and her fingers went to her blouse. Undoing her buttons, she pulled off her blouse and skirt and tossed them aside. Then she reached back, undid her bra, and naked she dropped back to the bed.
CHAPTER ONE
It was the second session of summer school and hotter than blazes. August had been miserable that year and the classroom was hot and uncomfortable.
Eve sat with her chin propped on her hand. She looked at the tall dark teacher, Mrs. Anderson, with admiration. Mrs. Anderson was doing what she wanted to do. Soon, Eve herself would be graduating from junior college and entering the university. Soon, she would be on her way toward her own career in teaching. She looked at Mrs. Anderson with envy then turned her head and looked at the other students. Most of the girls were wearing their hair long, hanging straight about their shoulders. They were dressed in short miniskirts and their lovely legs were partially showing. Many had some type of ring on their fingers, signifying that they had found someone they cared about.
Eve was nineteen now. She was nineteen and had had one date in her entire life. The night of the senior prom in high school was the only bit of romance she could remember in those entire nineteen years. She took a deep breath and looked up. It would be worth it. It would be worth being able to stand up there and talk with the students. It would be worth going through the bitter loneliness to teach. When she was finally a teacher and about twenty-two years old she would have plenty of time to worry about romance.
Eve nodded her head even though she was not entirely convinced of what she was telling herself. She turned her attention to what Mrs. Anderson was saying, hoping it would drown out the pitiful loneliness she was feeling. She settled back in her chair and tried to convince herself that whatever the woman was talking about was more important than what she, herself, was thinking.
Mrs. Anderson continued talking. She was wrapping up the course. The final would be taken in a short time and everything would be rolling toward the end of the school year. Eve would have to make up her mind. She would have to decide between one of the state colleges in the area or one of the colleges out of state. She had taken a scholarship test a few months ago and had placed fifth in the nation. She would not be restricted in her choice, except with regard to her mother. She looked down and stared at the third finger of her left hand and touched the base of it.
Her mother had married young, and her father had left shortly after the marriage. Harriete Caldwell raised her girl as best she could and wanted desperately to make sure Eve had a profession just in case something went wrong and the girl had to go on her own. Eve knew this was why her mother had been so dogmatic about her education and understood that the woman was that way because she loved her. She understood this completely and the affection Harriete felt for her was genuinely returned.
Eve closed her hand and looked up. The ring was not that important. Her mother was right. She would have plenty of time, later, to think of such matters. She would have plenty of time to think of men and sex. The bell rang. The blaring sounds cracked against Eve's ear drums. Eve shook her head and dispeled the thoughts she was having. Without bothering to look about she slid from her chair and started out of the room.
Eve waited until most of the others were gone before she started down the aisle. She always felt self-conscious about walking without talking to someone. The room partly cleared. She gathered up her books and cradled them in her arms, and started down the narrow aisle. As the girl passed, Mrs. Anderson, a tall brunette with long hair and lovely dark eyes, looked up. She glanced at the young girl's long blond hair and dazzling blue eyes, then noticed the expression on Eve's face.
"Eve?" Mrs. Anderson called.
Eve was near the door. She walked back to the desk where Mrs. Anderson was sitting.
"Yes?" she asked.
Mrs. Anderson looked at the sad face, then lowered her head. She crossed her hands on the desk and stared at the classroom for a moment. The other students were gone and they were alone. Appreciatively, Mrs. Anderson looked at Eve's desk. She remembered how the girl had performed during the summer session. She had had Eve in other classes and the girl had always been a good student. Mrs. Anderson smiled and looked up. "Have you decided which school you will attend?" she asked.
Eve lowered her books to the edge of the woman's desk and turned her back. Listlessly, she leaned against the desk and stared off into the distance, seeing nothing. "I just can't make up my mind. It seems the closer I get to the time when I should be making up my mind the more confused I become."
Mrs. Anderson nodded. She understood the girl's problem. She had known her for nearly two years and had talked with her on occasion about her plans. "Still problems making up your mind. Or are there just problems about what your mother will do without you?"
Eve stepped to the window and leaned against the sill. Below, in the yard outside the building, students were milling about. Several couples were walking across the grass holding hands. Against one tree a boy was standing. A girl was in front of him. She had her arms about him and her head was resting against his chest. Eve felt envy again, and her stomach knotted with loneliness.
"I just don't know. I hate to leave her. She's been so decent to me and my brother; I just can't leave her like that. She wants me to go to school around here. I know she would have a devil of a time living alone. We're more like friends than just mother and daughter."
Mrs. Anderson pushed her chair back and got up. She walked across the room and stopped in front of the girl and gently placed her hand on Eve's shoulder. "But you still have your life to live. You still have to do what is best for you. If she loves you as much as I know she does, she will understand that."
Eve shrugged and looked down at the couples on the grass below. She looked at the girl standing in front of the boy at the tree, and her face narrowed with thought. "Perhaps I'm more afraid of myself than anything else," Eve said as she looked at the boy's legs. The boy had a partial erection and Eve could see the slight bulge. The sight of it sent a nervous thrill rushing into her stomach. Her breasts swelled against her brassiere, the nipples sensitive and tingly. She moved her legs closer together. She could feel the dampness along the lips of her vagina. Her panties were w-edged there, feeling like a warm finger resting against the cleavage.
She turned her back to the window and looked at Mrs. Anderson. She was soaked and knew there must be some pungent odor about her body. Horrified with the thought, she stepped across the room. As she walked, her panties rubbed against her mound, making her decidedly more uncomfortable than she had been. Suddenly, the prospect of another two years of college was numbing. She slumped against the desk, closed her eyes, and began to cry.
"I get so darn lonely sometimes. I just get so darn lonely, I wonder what I would do if I were away from the house," she said.
Mrs. Anderson stepped across the room. Compassionately, she again placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Young women need affection. You've just been hiding too long. You need to find some man who will take an interest in you."
"I was kissed once in my whole life. One stinking time at some stupid senior prom. I want to finish school, but what would happen if I met the right man. I know I'd never finish. I just know it as sure as I'm standing here."
Mrs. Anderson nodded. Perhaps that was true. How long could she go without what she needed. "The schools are better out of state you know. If you're worried about what you will do-you don't have to worry. If you haven't done anything yet, you won't do anything. You're just making a mountain out of a mole hill."
The tears streamed down Eve's cheeks. She stared at Mrs. Anderson's wedding ring. "I'm positively lonely. I'm positively lonely," she said as she gathered up her books and walked toward the door.
"Eve?" Mrs. Anderson called.
Eve stopped at the door. "Yes?"
"You're brilliant. Don't kill the brilliance with bitterness or self-damnation. You have no reason for self-damnation."
Eve opened her mouth to thank the woman for her consideration, but her throat was so tight she could not speak. She stared at the door, instead, and felt the ache in her loins. She walked out of the room, still weeping, and down the empty corridor. Outside, she tried to keep her eyes off the couple, still against the tree, but could not resist. She looked at the boy against the tree and stared at his trousers.
Eve turned her back to them and closed her eyes. For a moment she could see that girl lying somewhere with her clothes off. She could see her legs parted wide. She could see the boy between her legs, stark naked, moving his hips back and forth, drilling himself into her. She could see him moving back, pulling himself slowly up and out of her body. He then dropped to his side and his finger stabbed into the girl's vagina.
"Let me finger you. I want to finger you," he whispered to the girl as his finger moved in and out.
Eve's breath came short. She shivered and her panties became drenched. The silk matted against the cleavage of her vagina. Her hands tightened about her books. Opening her eyes, she hurried away. When she got halfway home, she looked at the large house where she and her family lived, and felt guilty. Each afternoon for nearly three months, all through summer school, she had come home this same way. Each afternoon, within five minutes after she had entered the house, she was naked with her legs spread wide and her finger stabbing wildly in and out of her tight, virginal, vagina. Yesterday, she had lain there for nearly an hour, petting herself like a small cat. She had built the excitement to fever pitch, and vowed, after she had that climax, she would never do it again. Each afternoon she had vowed the same vow. Eve wondered about herself as she started toward the house.
She looked into her brother's room and noticed that the bed was neatly made and the room empty. He had not yet come home from school. He usually spent a few hours working-out and came home later than she.
Jimmy was eighteen, one year younger than she. He was a weight-lifter, and took it seriously. Eve knew that deep down he probably figured he could overcome some of his shyness if he looked like a giant. She understood him but hardly ever talked to him. It seemed she never could relax around him.
Eve turned from his room and walked down the hall. She stopped for a moment and looked at the door to her room. She was almost afraid to enter the damn room. She was almost afraid to see the bed. During the past weeks, it seemed that just the sight of the bed made her warm. Trembling slightly, Eve opened the door. She ignored the bed and walked to the desk. She dropped her books and turned to go. She looked at the bed, at the soft mattress and the thick spread and her breasts started to tingle. Her legs shivered and her mound was moist once more. Her eyes closed, and she leaned defeatedly against the door and moaned.
"I've got to," she said as she felt the tension in her body. She walked to the dresser and lifted and hugged tight.
"I won't do it again. I promise, Mommy, I won't do it again," she said as she placed the picture on the dresser and turned for her clothes, wanting to get out of the house before she broke her promise.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen stepped out of the main building. Her books were cradled against her breasts. She stopped on the steps and, when she saw Mark Hamlin standing there, rolled her eyes with disgust.
Karen was eighteen years old. She had gone with Mark for a while, but had soon gotten tired of him. He was immature and inexperienced and made her feel uneasy. Karen had known two men in her life. Mark had been her first. She had let him have her the summer before. She had let him take her several times during the summer and loved it completely until she found someone else. She had liked it with him but she was always worried about being caught. The idea of lying there stark naked on some beach or in the back seat of his car just gagged her.
Karen stepped down the stairs feeling that same uneasiness she always felt with him around. She walked toward him, intent upon passing him, hoping he would see the impatience on her face and leave her alone.
Mark looked at her long brown hair and sharp breasts. He stared at her narrow hips, and watched her easy movement as she passed. Then he ran up behind her and touched her shoulder.
Karen stopped. "I'm in a hurry," she said listlessly.
Mark looked at his hand and slowly pulled it from her shoulder. His face narrowed with sorrow and he drew back. "Why do you always ignore me? Why can't you be decent to me? I thought you loved me," he said.
Karen smiled. She shifted her books in her hands and cradled them in one arm. She reached up and touched the side of his face and watched his eyes close. She noticed his mouth grow weak with longing for her, and again she smiled. "You just don't interest me any more," she said calmly as she pulled her hand away.
Mark opened his eyes. He stared at her and his lower lip started trembling. He looked as though he was about to cry.
Without another word Karen turned her back to him. She started down the path toward the street. Mark stood still for a moment, then ran up beside her and walked with her to the sidewalk. "Who is he? Who's the competition?" he asked.
Karen turned her head and shrugged. "What competition?" she asked.
Mark became infuriated. He reached out and grabbed her elbows. He turned her and stared into her eyes. "I know there's someone else. I know it for a fact. Who is he? Who the hell is he?" he asked.
Karen looked at his hands on her elbows and her face tensed with anger. "There is no one. I just don't want to be bothered with anyone any more. I didn't like being afraid all the time. I didn't like being afraid of someone seeing. I would just as soon wait until I can relax.
Mark touched her chin and lifted her head. "You can relax with me. After what we did together you could relax any time and you know it. You liked what we did. I don't see why we had to stop."
Karen stepped back and shook her head. "You never would see. You never would see how childish you are. I want a man, not a boy. I want to be loved like a woman, not like a child. You just don't get it. You can't get with it. I thought you could at one time, but I was mistaken. Now, why don't we just admit we were both mistaken and forget all about it." the make-up mirror on the foot of the bed, then folded the spread and upper sheet down near the mirror and made it neat. Then she opened the small nightstand near her bed, reached to the bottom shelf and found the thick towel. She placed it on the bed and took off her skirt.
Still wearing her blouse and panties, she kicked off her shoes. She wiggled onto the towel and dropped back. Slowly she parted her legs and stared at the mirror. In the mirror she could see the large moist spot on her panties.
"Oh, you're beautiful, so beautiful," she said, living the same silly dream she had lived so long.
Eve stared into the mirror. With trembling fingers she reached between her legs. She pulled aside the panties and stared at the moist lips. She trembled again as another wave of excitement washed through her and dropped back. Eagerly, she lifted her hips. She pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She settled back against the towel and thrilled as its roughness rubbed against her plump buttocks. For a long moment she looked at the thick triangle. The thrill again washed through her and she stared into the mirror as she reached down. In the mirror the fingers touched her mound. Gently, they moved over the soft hair. They slipped along the cleavage and parted the lips. They touched the swollen nipple of passion as the hips in the mirror started moving about. They started working up and down.
"Go in me, honey," she said.
The finger moved down the cleavage. Eve parted her legs wider and lifted her hips. She held them up and the finger stabbed slowly inside her tight channel. Eve gasped with excitement. She held her hand up and worked her hips up and down against it. The sight thrilled her. Closing her eyes, she jammed her finger all the way and gasped.
"Oh God, I love you! I love you!" she cried as she rolled over and jammed her stomach against the mattress.
She opened her eyes, raised herself to her knees, parted her legs, and stared down into the mirror.
"Take me this way. This is the way I want it now," she said as she looked at her mound and buttocks. Her finger stabbed. Again she thrilled and went weak. She dropped forward and pressed herself against the mattress again. Then she rolled over and drew her legs back. She stared at her body in the mirror and moaned. She touched her buttocks gently with her palms and moved them about over the cleavage. She touched her anus and lightly brushed it.
"Oh, I love you, I love you," she cried as her finger moved into her body, filling her with a sense of complete naughtiness. Eve trembled again. This time the strength washed out of her body. She slumped against the bed and could hardly move. She lay there and her finger wiggled about. She felt the tension mount and could not resist it. She turned her head and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes and looked across the room.
On the dresser there was a picture of her mother. Harriete was smiling down at her. In the picture she was facing the girl and it looked like she was staring right at her.
Eve moaned with despair and her finger moved out of her body. She wrenched her stomach once and felt ill. She turned and sat up slowly. She looked at the picture and her stomach sagged with defeat. Tears rushed down her cheeks. She got up, walked across the room, wiped her hands on her blouse, and picked up the picture. She pulled the drawer open and placed the picture face down on a clean blouse. Then she closed the drawer and turned her back to the dresser. She leaned back against it and sighed.
"I've got to quit. I've got to quit, dammit!" she cried as she plunged her fingers into her hair and twisted, causing a grimace to flash across her face.
Eve pulled her hands from her hair. Slowly and ceremoniously she opened the drawer. She pulled out the picture and turned it over. She stared at her mother and her stomach knotted with guilt. Then she pressed the picture against her breasts.
Mark's face sagged.
Karen stared and felt nothing but impatience. She looked at the tears and could not believe it. He was nineteen. It was about time he started acting his age and not like some sniffling brat. She crossed the street and left him standing there. Karen walked down the street and stepped up the porch to her house. She looked once at Eve's house next-door and bowed her head. A worried expression came across her face. She wondered if Eve ever suspected what was happening. She wondered if Eve or anyone in the world suspected what was going on in the house. She opened the front door and left it open. She stepped into the front room, dropped her books on the sofa, walked across the room and entered the small hallway. Karen stopped in the hall. The room she slept in was directly ahead of her. The door was closed. He would be in there. She just knew he was in there. Every afternoon, he had been lying there waiting for her. His legs had been parted and his huge penis was hard.
Karen turned from the door and looked down the hall at her mother's room. It was terrible what she was doing. Her own stepfather had become her lover during the last few months. From a slow, almost innocent, beginning when she had caught him masturbating one night, things had rolled along. That first night her mother was out shopping late. He had gotten up and walked out of the room. She had thought he was in his room and opened the bathroom door. He was standing there with his hand on his penis, working it rapidly. She had been so staggered by the sight, she had said nothing. He had then noticed her.
"Goddammit! You drive me crazy, you know that?!" he had cried.
Stunned by his words and his mood, she had looked up at his face. "Why?" she asked, knowing she liked what he said.
He was tall and good-looking. His chin jutted out proudly even though he had not been as proud then as he usually was. His body was lean and his arms were strong. He was thirty-five, seven years younger than her mother, and she wondered why the hell he had ever married her in the first place.
Bernie, that night, had stepped across the bathroom, stopped a few feet from her, and parted his legs wide. Karen looked down and his penis was still hard. It was thicker than she had ever imagined one to be. She stared and the naughty feeling crept through her. She knew it thrilled her to be attractive to him. She loved the excitement of seeing him that way. She looked down and her hand itched to touch. Her face went limp with desire. Her hand moved along the hard underside of his penis. Her fingers touched his legs and testicles. Then she curled her fingers about his penis and squeezed him. She touched the back of his head and pulled him against her.
"Let me do it for you. I want to do it for you," she said as she kissed his ear.
Bernie slumped against her and placed his face against her shoulder. "She never wants me. She never wants me at all. I walk around like a powder keg about to explode all the time," he said.
Karen felt his heat and moved her hand. She touched his back gently and slipped her hands over it. She pressed herself against him and delighted in his warmth. As she leaned against him an easiness came over her. She was not concerned. She felt carefree and calm. "Why don't you go in and lie down. I'll be in in a minute," she said.
Bernie stepped out of the room. Calmly, Karen stepped to the basin. She combed her hair and touched some perfume to her ears. It was just like being married to him. She felt calm and relaxed. She knew her mother would not be home for another two hours.
When she stepped into the other room he was on his back. Karen felt a shiver of pure delight and hungrily stared at his hairy thighs and his huge penis. "I don't know why she doesn't want you," she said as she headed for the bureau. She pulled some tissue from the small box and turned to the bed. She sat between his legs and looked up.
He was staring at her. She could see the need in his eyes.
"I always wanted to do it to a man in bed. I wanted to do it to someone just like you," she said.
Bernie closed his eyes and dropped his head back to the pillow.
"Every time I looked at you, I dreamed this. Every time you sat out there, I was thinking about having this," he said.
She placed her hands on his knees. Slowly she moved her palms along his legs and slipped her fingers about the testicles. She moved her hands lovingly on his tensed stomach, and her wrist brushed his penis. His heat rushed up her arm and flooded her chest. Her breasts swelled hard against her bra. Her nipples ached with passion. She looked at him and fought herself. There was something she wanted to do but she was so afraid. She stared and the fright whistled through her. She stared at the huge knob and the hunger ripped through her loins.
"You look so damn good. You look so damn good!" she said.
She moved her hand. He moved under her and gasped. His legs parted and his hips jerked up and down. He twisted to one side and the other. She looked and suddenly leaned over. She lost control and her lips touched him. She wrapped her lips about him and lashed her tongue repeatedly against the knob, wetting him completely. Then she drew back and he was staring. His eyes were wide.
"I just wanted to wet you," she said.
Bernie dropped his head back and groaned. "I should never have started this. I should never have started this at all," he said.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," she said as she leaned and kissed his cheek.
Bernie reached up and plunged his hands into her hair. He turned her head and kissed her mouth. "Do it to me with your hand before I beg you to do something else," he said as he pulled her down against him and turned on his side.
Eagerly she moved her hand on him. Before long he was gasping and his hips were whipping back and forth. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth flew open.
"Oh, am I coming! Am I coming!" he exclaimed.
"Come, baby. That's what I want you to do. That's what I want to make you do," Karen said as she held the tissue next to him and waited.
Seconds later, he was huddled against her. He shivered and his arms went around her. He hugged her desperately and worked his hips back and forth. "I'm there!" he said softly, breathing the words into her ear.
Karen held him and felt the warm flood. She continued working her hand and soon he went limp. She crawled up against him and pressed her face against his chest. She reached down and lifted the hem of her dress.
"Would you put a finger in me?" she asked.
For nearly twenty minutes he repaid her kindness. His hand was gentle and he took his time. Karen stretched back and her panties went down her legs. She lay there and relaxed completely as he probed in and out.
"I love doing it here. I can relax here," she said.
Bernie looked down at her mound and pulled his finger out. He stared at her for a long moment and his face went limp.
"I know I'm gonna hate myself in the morning," he said as he moved back. He stared at her lovely mound for a moment. "I always wanted to do this to a woman, but never did," he said as he leaned in and touched his lips to her mound.
Karen reached down and pulled her skirt above her hips. She strained her legs wider apart. Then she lay there smiling at the ceiling as his tongue made a wet path across each of her legs and centered on her.
"Am I glad I kissed you. Am I glad I kissed you," she said as her long fingers curled into his hair and pulled his hungry mouth against her.
Once he got started he never stopped. He seemed to bust out of himself, and even though she climaxed he seemed intent upon bringing her to another and another. Karen had never had such a thing done to her and the thrills were fantastic. She let him have complete freedom with her, attempting only to keep her legs from closing when she got excited again.
Karen stood, now, remembering that first night. She remembered the second and the third. With each passing day it seemed that each of them became freer with the other. It seemed that with each passing day they lost their inhibitions and no longer thought about what they were doing.
"Do I give you what you want?" she asked him that first time.
Bernie's eyes closed. He leaned against her. "You give me too much," he said.
Karen looked at the door and remembered. Now that the days had passed and she was used to it, she found she hardly thought of her mother. Even when she knew he was going to bed with her it bothered her little. It seemed that during the afternoon she was married to him. It seemed that during the long hours of the afternoon she got exactly what she wanted.
Karen reached for the door. She quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open. He was lying on the bed. When he saw her he parted his legs, and his penis moved slightly, rising. In an instant it was towering above his stomach. Karen entered the room and walked to the bed. She stared at the thick knob and curled her fingers about the column. She squeezed him, then started moving her hand up and down, lovingly, taking all the time she wanted.
"I'm gonna take my time with you today. I want you very eager. I want you very eager, indeed," she said as she leaned and touched the side of her face against the underside.
CHAPTER THREE
Eve opened the front door. She was glad to be outside. The temptation was not as great out here. When she was looking at the other houses on the block, it seemed she could keep her mind off things.
She sat on the top step of the porch and remembered the letter which she had received last week. A college back east, it said, would be tickled to have her in the student body. What would she do if she were alone without anyone around? How would she act if suddenly she fell in love with someone? Surely her mother would be disappointed. She was counting so much on the girl getting something to make her more secure. She closed her eyes and tried to think.
"Hello, ugly!" a voice called.
Eve squinted her eyes against the sun. Her brother Jimmy was standing there, his books in one hand, the other hand stuffed in his pocket. He was only a few feet away and looked down at her legs. Her dress was above her knees as she sat there. Her trim thighs were completely visible.
Jimmy looked at her and swallowed hard. He turned his head and looked up the street. Nervously, he ran his fingers through his short red hair.
Eve had no idea what he was looking at. She was still engrossed in thought. Her attention was focused on the mail box, and she was paying little attention to her tall brother.
Jimmy turned to face her again. He looked down at her legs once more and his penis started swelling. He stared at her ripe buttocks. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice nearly choked off as he looked at her body.
Eve tore her eyes away from the mail box and looked up. "What did you say?" she asked. She squinted her eyes against the sun. The way he was standing made it difficult to see him. Eve blinked and lowered her eyes. This time she caught sight of his trousers. They were bulging. Instantly her crotch turned to water. She wiggled and could tell the lips of her vagina were soaked. She moved again and could feel the nipple of passion swelling between the lips. Her hands started trembling. The guilt poured through her. She tore her eyes away and got up quickly. She brushed her moist palms against her dress and moaned.
"I was just thinking about going away. I was just trying to make up my mind," she said as she turned her back to him and strolled away, ignoring and avoiding the sight of him behind her.
Jimmy turned to face her. He looked down at the round buttocks and trim legs, at her narrow waist and tiny hands. "I hope you decide to go to school with me," he said.
Eve turned about and her face went limp with surprise. She had never heard him speak in such a manner. He had not said anything during the past few years which she could take as an indication of his liking her. She was somewhat pleased.
Starting to walk toward him, she looked down at his crotch, stopped, closed her eyes and shook her head.
"You wouldn't really care if I left, would you?" she asked.
Jimmy turned his back to her and looked down at himself. He stared at the bulge, and started cursing himself under his breath. "Maybe it would be better if you went," he said as he abruptly walked up the stairs and entered the house without another word.
Eve's shoulders sank with depression. His words cut into her. She wondered why he had changed his mind so suddenly. Could he really hate her? Could he really dislike her as much as she suspected? Lonely, she walked to the house and entered the front room. She looked about and walked toward the bedroom. She found his door and quietly opened it.
Jimmy was standing with his back to her. His trousers were down about his ankles. His shorts were lying atop them. His legs were parted and he moved his hips back and forth. Eve went limp with the sight of him. Her hand drifted off the door knob. The door swung slightly and, suddenly, it creaked.
Jimmy stiffened when he heard it. Slowly, he wheeled about and his hand was wrapped about his organ. He looked at her, and the blood drained out of his face. Dropping to the bed, he hurriedly pulled the spread over his loins.
"Get the hell out of here, will ya? What the hell's the matter with you? Can't you learn to knock?"
Eve slumped against the wall and stared at his thick arms. "I didn't know you did it. I never suspected you did that."
"Get out of here! Get the hell out of here before I kill you!" Jimmy cried as he pressed the spread over his loins.
Eve panicked and pulled back. The expression on his face was wild. He looked like he was about to blow his top. His face was brilliant red and his eyes were narrowed. His mouth was drawn tight about his teeth. A nervous chill rushed through her. She shivered with fright as she slammed the door behind her.
Looking across at her room, she could see the corner of the bed, visible from where she was standing, and could feel the urge to go in and lie down. She wanted to open her legs and touch herself after what she had seen. Staggering down the hall, she reached the archway leading into the living room. She placed one hand on the wall and looked into the front room. On the desk was a picture of her mother, Harriete. The instant she saw the expression on her mother's face in the picture, Eve shook her head wildly, erasing consideration of sex from her mind. She crossed the room and breathed a sigh of victory as she opened the door and stepped out. She crossed the yard and stopped in Karen's yard, and wondered if Karen had come home yet.
She shrugged and walked to the porch. Often, she and Karen had spent the afternoons chatting. Of late, for some reason, Karen had not talked to her. Eve could hardly remember the last time she had seen the girl. On the porch, she poked her head into the house and looked about. The front room was empty, as was the kitchen. The whole house looked deserted....
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
A low, gasping moan echoed through the front room. It sounded as though someone was sick.
Karen's mother worked during the afternoon. Her husband was usually out. He was a free lance photographer, and spent most of his time on the road. For the past three months, for some reason, he had been spending more and more time in the neighborhood. Eve surmised that this was due to business being poor.
Eve stepped into the front room. She was curious about the moans. She walked across the front room feeling somewhat apprehensive. She knew he was out. That meant the only person in the house would be Karen. The door to the bedroom was opened slightly. She peered into the room. One small foot was moving in a circle on the corner of the bed. It was clothed with a white sock, the type Karen usually wore. The foot was moving in a small circle and every once in a while would arch as though she were straining her legs, stretching them.
Her curiosity aroused, Eve leaned forward, then stiffened and jumped back. She had seen another leg in the room. The girl was with someone. Eve shivered with excitement. She peered through the crack and saw that Karen's legs were parted wide. A huge hand was cupped over her soft mound. One finger was buried inside the girl's body, moving in and out slowly, masturbating her. She had never seen anyone making love, and the sight of it sent a thrill rushing through her.
Karen was lying on her back, her hips moving slowly up and down against the hand, her stomach wiggling about, and her head back. Her fingers were wrapped around his huge penis, squeezing gently. It was working back and forth and his hips were moving about. She turned on her side, facing him, and lifted her legs. His finger stabbed slowly inside her body as she wiggled her hips back and forth, compressing her tight buttocks together. She wrapped her arms about him and hugged her breasts to his chest.
"It feels so good when you do that. Just take your time and get me really worked up," she said as she peppered his face wildly with kisses and moved her mouth down his neck.
Bernie threw his head back. His face contorted with need and passion. He jammed his finger into her and wiggled it about, then he removed his finger and moved his hand around into the soft cleavage of her buttocks, pulling her wildly against him. "I want you so much. I want you so damn much ... too damn much," Bernie cried as he sank his mouth against her neck and pulled her tight.
Karen wiggled closer. Her hand touched his thigh and lifted it. She rested her hand against his legs and moved it between them. Lightly, she touched his testicles, then moved her hand about the area between his legs. She tickled him lightly, then pulled her fingers slowly back, brushing them against the tender underside of his penis. She looked at his eyes and her face went limp. Gently pushing him back, she moved to her knees and then squatted above him. Reaching under him, she gripped his penis and placed it against the mound. Slowly, she started down, swallowing the thick column by degrees, as her lithe hips moved in a gently enclosing circle until he was completely inside her. Settled to his stomach, her thick buttocks compressed tight together, she ground against him and her head flew back. "It feels so good. I'd love to just sit on it all day!" she breathed.
Bernie reached up. He slapped her shoulders and gripped her there. He pulled her down and pressed his hand above her buttocks. He held her tight against him and moved under her. "Just stay there. Just stay like you are," he said.
Karen turned her head and plunged her lips against his neck. "I don't want it to end right now. I don't want it to end yet," she said as she pushed herself up and slowly raised off his body, releasing his penis from the prison of her vagina. She moved up and he popped out. She looked at his glistening penis then turned and dropped her face weakly against his shoulder. "You go so deep. It feels like it's up to my throat."
"Shhhhh. If you want to wait you better keep your mouth shut. Every time you speak I get hotter than hell," Bernie said as he touched the back of her head affectionately.
Karen lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled. She touched the side of his face and traced her fingers about his mouth. "You know what I would love?"
"What?"
Karen lowered her head to his chest and closed her eyes. "I want you to make love to me. I want you to touch and kiss me everywhere. I want to be ready to scream the next time I feel you inside me. I want to be so warm and eager, I'm ready to cry with it," she said as she touched her lips to his chest.
Bernie closed his eyes for a moment, then pushed her to her back. He leaned over her chest and fondled her breast. He stared at the nipple, then opened his mouth. He pulled half of the breast into his mouth and worked his tongue about the nipple. Then he slid his mouth across her chest. He grabbed the other breast and did the same as before. When he was through, he pulled back and her breasts were glistening hard. Her legs were parted wide and her hips were rolling. Her head was turned to one side and she was staring across the room, her mouth open and a limp, pleased expression on her face. He leaned forward and started peppering her thighs with kisses. He moved back and skipped his mouth everywhere along her belly. Then he moved forward again and kissed her mound fleetingly. She arched and he grabbed her hips. He turned her over and kissed her neck and back. He worked down and lightly kissed her buttocks. He moved down again and slid his lips along the inner sides of her legs. He moved back and her hips rose up. She parted her legs. He touched her with his fingers. She arched higher and he jumped between her legs and took her while he was kneeling behind her.
"Oh Bernie! Bernie! Bernie!" she cried as her face plunged into the pillow.
His hands moved under her chest. He cupped her breasts and lifted them. He fell forward and his hips moved ever so slightly. Then he pulled back. His face contorted as he pulled away. He freed himself from her body and fell to the bed. He gripped the sheet in desperation and pulled it against his body. His hips moved about angrily. "I'm so damn close I'm tied in knots," he said.
Karen turned. She leaned over his stomach and touched his belly with her lips. Her hand snaked down to his groin. She curled her fingers about the base and moved them along the column. His hips danced angrily and she smiled weakly. "I know what you want," she said as she wrapped her lips softly about him.
Bernie arched hard into the air. His hands flew into her hair. He twisted his fingers and held her.
Then he rolled to his side and dumped her. He threw her legs open and plunged his face. He kissed her hungrily and worked his hips back and forth until he gasped. Then he pulled back. Angrily he turned her about. He opened her legs and plunged. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he cried as he slapped his belly against hers and arched.
"Come, honey! Come, honey!" Karen cried.
Bernie hugged her desperately and plunged his face against her neck. He reached under her and lifted her, then hugged his arms about her. He pressed with all his might, then snapped into completion and lay there moving slightly until he was completely through, and became quiet.
At the door, Eve was panting, her face was red. Her mouth was hanging open and she was covered with sweat. Her dress was clinging against her breasts and legs. She never felt as weak as she did then. She was half-blinded when she stepped into the living room. Her knees were weak and she staggered. She veered off her course and slammed into a chair by the desk. The sound of the accident filled the air. Quickly, Eve rushed for the door and scurried across the yard. She opened the door to her house and ran into her bedroom. She closed and locked the door. Wildly, she tore at her clothing. She sprawled naked on the bed. One hand found her breast and mauled it. The other went immediately between her legs and the finger stabbed quickly. She closed her eyes and could see Karen kissing him. She could see the girl sitting on him. She could see his penis inside her, and the excitement she felt moved her quickly toward her climax. Within a matter of seconds she was dripping with sweat. Her legs were wide and her finger was moving rapidly, stabbing deeper and deeper. She closed her eyes tighter, saw the penis moving, and suddenly she snapped through her climax. She lost her breath an instant and arched. Her face was flushed, her cheeks were damp with sweat, her lips were parched, and her eyes were moist with excitement. She looked across the room, then rolled over and plunged her face into the pillow. She started sobbing softly.
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't help myself," she blurted as she rubbed her face against the pillow. She cried herself out and turned over. She lay limp and uncaring and looked at the ceiling as though hypnotized.
There was a tap on the door. Eve panicked and jumped up. She grabbed her dress and started throwing it over her shoulders, then threw it away and hurried for her robe. "Mom, is that you, Mom?" she asked as she pulled the door open.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen stood anxiously wringing her hands. She knew Eve's brother had the next room and was worried he might hear. His door was closed and she tapped again on Eve's door. "Eve, are you in there?" she asked, her voice wavering. She tried to open the door but it was locked. In a few moments, the door opened. When she saw Eve she rushed into the room. She looked at the door to Jimmy's room and pushed Eve back into her bedroom, closing the door after her.
"I'm in trouble. I've never been in so much trouble," Karen said as she stepped across the room. She waved her hands and made an effort to speak, then stabbed her fingers angrily into her hair and crossed the room. She dropped to the edge of the bed and shook her head with despair. "I know she saw me. I know darn well she saw me and left the house. I heard her outside the bedroom. I heard her bang into something. When I got outside there was no one there."
Eve wrung her hands. She didn't want to tell her about watching or seeing her. She didn't want to tell her that she had stood there gaping. She didn't want to say anything, but she felt she had to. "What are you so worried about?" she asked.
Karen turned her head and dropped to the bed. She rubbed her lovely face against the mattress and moaned. "I guess you might as well know. I was in bed with my own stepfather. I was in bed with him and she came into the house. I was doing everything with him. I would have stayed with him all afternoon, but I heard her. She was outside in the front room. When I got out there she was gone."
"Who? Who are you talking about?" Eve asked as she dropped to the edge of the bed.
Karen looked up and huge tears rushed down her cheeks. "My mother. I was in bed with him and she came into the house. I guess she must have gotten suspicious or something. We never talked, he and I. We never could talk when she was around. We'd look at each other and never speak. She must have gotten suspicious. Now she knows. Now she knows everything, and I don't know what she'll do."
Eve looked at the door. She got up and crossed the room, opened the door, and stepped into the hall. She listened against her brother's room, then knocked. There was no sound. Eve opened the door and he was gone. She checked the living room, kitchen, and basement. He was nowhere in sight. She returned to the bedroom and closed the door. She placed her hand on the girl's shoulder and pulled her up, and gently brushed the huge tears away. "There's no reason to cry. No one saw that will tell. No one saw," she said as she brushed the soft face.
Karen blinked and stared at her. She cocked her head to one side and her face narrowed with curiosity. "What do you mean? Do you know who it was that was there? You mean it wasn't Mother?" She swallowed hard as though she were almost afraid to accept the good news.
Eve bowed her head with guilt and turned away from the girl. She checked again, to make sure her brother was not there.
Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and filled with hope. Eve crossed the room and looked down at Karen's face. She stared at the eyes and could almost feel what the girl was feeling. She knew the guilt that the girl was feeling, and could not let her walk around like that. She had felt so much like that, so often, she could not let her go away without telling her, regardless of what the girl thought about her. Compassionately, she picked up the girl's hand. She squeezed it gently.
"You don't have anything to worry about. It wasn't your mother that saw you. It was me."
Karen's face went limp. She drew back as though she could not believe it. "You? You mean it was you?"
Eve bowed her head with guilt and turned shyly. "I came over and heard moaning. I went to the door. When I looked in, you and he were naked. I had to see it. I couldn't leave without seeing it. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I just couldn't stop myself. It was so darn exciting. I just couldn't pull myself away," Eve said as she turned and dropped to the bed.
Karen shook her head. A small smile, a refreshed and eased smile, came to her lips and she shook her head again. "I thought it was her. I just knew it was her. I thought of everything that would happen before I came over here. Even Bernie was so shook up he could hardly speak. I bet he's still over there pacing like a madman," she said.
"You mean you aren't mad at me?" Eve asked.
Karen looked down. Eve's robe was parted about her legs. Her hips were visible, and so was a portion of her plump buttocks. Karen placed her hand on Eve's hip. She moved it down and lightly and affectionately patted Eve's buttocks. "I couldn't be mad at you. If you never tell, I won't ever tell you were over there."
Eve was more concerned with the girl's hand than her voice. Karen's hand was gently moving on her buttocks. Her fingers were slipping along the soft cleavage. It was the first time in her life she had ever been touched there and the heat was rushing into her body. Eve could hardly think of anything as she felt the soft caress. She turned on her back. The hand slipped away from her buttocks. Looking up shyly, she stared at Karen's long brown hair and smiled.
"I never saw it before and it was so exciting. When he was doing it to you, I couldn't even stand. When you were sitting on him, I was so darned excited I thought I would faint."
Karen reached down and grabbed one of Eve's legs. She pulled it away from the other and placed her hand over Eve's warm mound. She pressed it gently and rolled the lips. Then she wiggled one finger between the lips of the moist entrance and pushed her finger slowly into Eve's tight vagina.
"Ohhh, noooo," Eve said reaching down. She grabbed Karen's wrist and gently pushed her hand back. The finger slipped out of her well and she turned to her belly. "You better not do that again."
Karen slid her hands under the girl's robe. She slipped them along her back and touched her shoulders. Then she moved them back over her buttocks. Then she slid them down and under Eve's body. She touched her soft belly, and Eve drew her breath in. Karen moved her hands slowly up, and Eve could not resist. She lifted her chest and the fingers moved toward her breasts. Eve closed her eyes and gasped and the soft fingers curled under her breasts and squeezed them. Eve's nipples surged. Her loins grew hot. She parted her legs wide and turned over. She looked at Karen and shook her head.
"We shouldn't ... We shouldn't," she said.
Karen leaned and touched her face. "You can't do it alone. It's no fun alone. You know that," she said as she moved her hand and placed it on Eve's belly.
Eve reached down and grabbed the girl's hand. She pushed it away and sat up. She looked across the room at the picture on the dresser and got up. "I couldn't," she said as she looked at the picture.
"You couldn't, but you want to. I know you want to. You wouldn't have let me touch you before if you didn't want to. I want to touch you," Karen said as she moved her lips down Eve's neck.
Goose flesh formed on Eve's neck. Her face went limp and tears rushed to her eyes. Then she pushed her hand over her eyes for a moment and shook her head. "I can't ... I can't," she cried before she turned. She ran to the door and pulled it open. She fled out of the room and opened the bathroom door. She slammed it behind her and leaned against it, breathing hard.
Karen looked down the hall and stepped out of the room. She walked to the door and leaned against it, listening. "Eve ... open the door, Eve," she called.
Eve leaned against the door and shook her head wildly. "Get out of here. Please get out of here! Please get out of here!" she called.
The front door opened. Jimmy came strolling into the room. Karen was about to knock again but turned. When she saw him she stepped away from the door. She touched the side of her face guiltily and walked away. Jimmy watched her leave and turned for his room. He stepped into the room and left the door open.
Eve listened. When she heard the front door open she stepped out. She walked into her bedroom and dropped on the edge of the bed. She parted her robe and looked at her mound. Then she passed her hand over her mound. "It felt good. It did feel good," she said as her finger moved in the same manner as Karen's and touched the deep and moist channel. She looked up and her face went limp. Her brother was standing at the door. His eyes were wide open. His mouth was gaping. He stared between her legs, then at her lovely pointed breasts. He marveled at the tiny nipples and hungrily looked at the soft globes.
Eve felt panic and her face tensed with anger. She jumped from the bed and flew across the room. She grabbed the door and slammed it violently. "Knock the next time. Cough or something!" she called angrily through the door.
There was no sound. Eve turned from the door, and the door opened again. She turned about, ready to blast him again, when she noticed the high-heeled shoes. Her mother was standing there. Eve anxiously tried to do up her robe. Harriete noticed the frightened look on her daughter's face. "Are you ill, dear?" she asked. "Is anything wrong?"
Eve burst into tears and threw her arms about her mother. She pressed her head against her chest and sobbed. "I love you so much, Mother. I love you so much," she said as she rubbed her face against her.
Harriete reached up calmly and combed the girl's hair back with her fingers. She looked at Eve's dazzling blue eyes and a broad smile came across her rounded face. "You're the best daughter a woman could ever have," she said as she pulled her against her and patted her back gently.
Eve opened her eyes and Jimmy was standing in the hall. He looked at her, then rolled his eyes and covered his mouth as though he were laughing. Eve closed her eyes, ignoring him, and hugged herself tighter against her mother.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen was sitting in the front room with a magazine in front of her. Her mother, Audrey, appeared at the door behind her. She was fitting her hands with gloves.
Audrey was a tall blonde, her hair dyed. She had a nice figure and pleasing face. She was nearly forty, but managed to keep herself done up well. "I'm going shopping with Harriete and Jimmy. Do you want to come along?" she asked.
Karen looked up and shook her head. She turned and looked at Bernie sitting across the room by the fireplace, then turned her attention to her magazine. "I think I'll stay home. I don't feel like shopping. I'm kind of tired tonight," she said.
Audrey turned from the sofa. Stepping across the room, she reached her husband's chair and leaned down. She tried to kiss Bernie but he pulled away. She drew her face back and her eyes became sorrowed. "What's the matter, honey? You've been avoiding me for a month. Have I done something wrong?" she asked.
Bernie looked up guiltily, then pushed himself from the chair. He stepped around the sofa where Karen was sitting and walked toward the kitchen. Audrey turned and walked to the sofa. She touched Karen sorrowfully on the shoulder. Karen looked up and saw that the woman was sad. "What's the matter, Mother?" she asked, coldly.
Audrey looked at the kitchen and swallowed hard. "Do you know what the trouble is with him? He's been acting so strangely of late. He hardly sleeps any more. Half the night he paces back and forth by the bed."
Karen looked at the door to the kitchen, and shrugged. "Perhaps he's just worried about business," she said.
The door bell rang. Audrey turned and stepped across the room. She pulled the door open and Jimmy was standing there. "My mom is ready to leave," Jimmy said as he looked into the room at Karen.
Audrey nodded and turned to look at Karen. "I'll be home about ten. The stores are open late.
We might stop to get a bite to eat before we come home," she said.
Karen nodded and picked up her magazine. She waited until she heard her mother close the door, then dropped her head to the arm rest on the sofa. Outside, she could hear the car door slam. A few seconds later another door slammed. Then she heard the third car door slam and the engine start. She looked at the partially darkened window and noticed the flash of light as the car pulled out of the driveway. She got up and walked to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and looked out. She made sure the car was gone, then turned and walked toward the kitchen. As she passed a window, she looked into the house next-door. Eve was standing at the sink. She was dressed in shorts and a halter. The shorts were tight about her buttocks and the cleavage was visible. The halter was bound tight about her lovely breasts and the roundness of them was completely visible. Her midriff was visible, and her waist was slim and dainty.
Karen remembered Eve that afternoon, remembered the sight of the girl's legs open and the thick mound. She remembered the deep cleavage and the thick blond moss, the tiny breasts and the lovely nipples, and her loins started warming. "I should have kissed you," she said as she stared at the girl's bottom again.
Karen remembered another room. She remembered being on a bed in that room. It was just a year ago. She had agreed to spend the night with Cora Jenkins, a girl she knew from school. They had spent the night, or most of it, studying. They were sitting on a long wooden bench at a small desk next to the wall. Karen had been absorbed with what she was doing and paid no attention to the lovely brunette beside her until she felt Cora's warm hand on her knee. Cora's large brown eyes sparkled almost shyly and she looked at Karen, then looked at her own hand on Karen's knee.
"You're very pretty," she said as she moved her fingers slowly up and down on the knee.
Karen looked at the hand then closed her eyes. With her eyes closed she could concentrate on the feeling of it. She thought about it and liked the softness of her fingers. She liked the warmth of Cora's palm and the gently soothing way she had of touching her. She opened her eyes and looked at the girl. Cora was returning her gaze, and Karen slowly uncrossed her legs. "Do you want to touch me?" Karen asked.
Cora's face tensed with longing. She looked at Karen and her head shook slightly. "I wanted to touch you all night but I was afraid. I knew when you were asleep I would be able to lie next to you," she said softly.
Cora was only sixteen. She was lovely and looked younger than she was. She had an innocent face and her voice was soft. Karen touched the side of the girl's cheek and looked at the girl's dark eyes.
"What would you have done if I were asleep?" Karen asked.
Cora moaned. She got up and walked away. "Please don't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I invited you. It was a big conspiracy. I thought I was being so damn smart. Now everyone in school will know about it. Everyone in school will know Cora is weird. Cora is a weird duck."
Karen got up and stepped across the room. She looked at the tight buttocks under the girl's dress and placed her hand on Cora's hip. Gently, she turned the girl about. Cora was weeping. She touched Cora's chin and lifted her face. "I sleep in the nude. I hope you don't mind," Karen said as she stroked the side of the girl's face.
Cora stared at her for a moment, then rushed into Karen's arms and wrapped her arms about her. She placed one hand on Karen's soft buttocks and pulled her against her.
"I wanted you so much. I wanted you so much. I could make you so happy tonight because I want to make you happy," she said as she brushed her lips along the length of Karen's neck.
Karen felt the soft breasts digging against hers, and worked her arms about Cora's slim body. She pulled her closer and touched her lips to the side of her face. She moved her lips to the girl's ear, and brushed aside her long brown hair. "I don't find you completely unattractive, you know that?" she said as she touched the girl's ear with her lips and blew in it lightly.
Cora moved her arms away from Karen's back and stepped back. She looked at the girl and touched Karen's chin. "Are you a virgin?"
Karen lowered her eyes shyly. "No," she said.
Cora smiled and stepped against her. Elation set in and she hugged herself against Karen. "I'm glad. That means I can't hurt you. That means I can really satisfy you completely. I've got a little thing that will drive you out of your mind if you let me use it."
"What?"
Cora pulled away and shook her head. "I don't want to tell you. I'll show you. You'll just be frightened and I don't want that. You just relax completely and I'll be so good to you," Cora said as she stepped away and walked toward the bathroom. She found a towel and placed it in the rack, then turned on the small shower. When the water was adjusted, she walked back into the bedroom.
Five minutes later Karen was standing against the tile wall in the shower stall. Her face was limp and covered with tiny beads of water. Her eyes were closed tight and her entire body was covered with thick suds. "I've never been washed like this," she said, her voice barely audible.
Cora was on her knees. Her breasts were sharp with longing. Her loins were glistening with moistness. She moved her hands on the soft belly and stared at Karen's thick dark mound. Then she soaped the hard little knob. Karen gasped. Her feet moved slightly apart and her hips jutted forward. Her eyes closed tight and she held herself out toward the soft hand. She looked at Cora longingly and smiled at the girl's narrow, lovely face.
"You're getting me so hot," Karen said.
Cora moved back and stood up. She cupped her soapy hands along the sides of Karen's face and smiled. "You haven't felt anything yet," she said as she stepped in and hungrily wrapped her arms about Karen.
Karen whimpered softly and pressed herself against her. She felt the warm hand moving up and down between her buttocks, and she slapped her hand on Cora's buttocks. She pulled her tighter and pressed their bellies anxiously together. "I want you so much. I want you so much," she said.
Cora plunged her face against Karen's shoulder. She closed her eyes and whimpered. "I can't believe it. I wanted you so much. I wanted you so damn much," she said.
Karen slumped back against the wall. The strength drained out of her knees. She stood there and fought to keep herself up. She looked at the girl and her face went limp. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me. Do whatever you want and I'll go along with it," Karen said.
Five minutes later, Karen was stretched out on the bed. Her legs were parted wide and one of them was between Cora's. Cora was on her side and her arm was under Karen's head. Her hand was between Karen's legs, resting near the mound, but not touching it. It had been there for a moment and Karen was hungry for the touch. Karen looked at the small breasts and touched one of them. She then moved her hand down Cora's belly and touched the thick mound. She pressed her hand between the girl's legs. Cora groaned and leaned over. She plunged her face into the hollow of Karen's shoulder. Her hand moved and her fingers touched the lips. Her finger plunged into the tight channel. Karen was taken by surprise and her hips surged up. Hungrily, she worked her fingers against Cora's vagina and stabbed. Cora's hips started churning and she worked her finger against the tempo, feeling the girl grow progressively wetter with each caress.
Karen looked down at Cora's hand. It was still between her legs. "Why?" she asked as she moved her finger about the soft walls of the channel.
Cora closed her eyes. Her hips started working again. Then she reached down and grabbed Karen's hand. She pushed it away and arched up. "It gets me too hot when you touch me," she said as she stared at Karen's face, then leaned and touched her lips. She curled her fingers about the base of one breast and squeezed. Then she leaned and lightly ran her tongue over the nipple. She licked the sides completely, then slid her mouth across her chest. She kissed that breast, then moved slowly down to Karen's deep navel.
Karen groaned when she felt the tongue. Her legs flew up and out. She wiggled her buttocks against the towel under her as she cupped one of Cora's breasts, and squeezed.
Cora looked at Karen's legs and then dropped forward. She plastered her mouth against the heated mound and worked her tongue against the cleavage. She wrapped her arms about Karen's hips and hungrily worked her tongue about. Karen's hips started dancing about, but Cora pushed her into the bed, hard, and burrowed her tiny face between her thighs. Karen fought with her hips. Then she realized when her feet were not on the bed her hips did not move as much. She drew her legs back and Cora whimpered again. Cora's hand moved on her soft buttocks gently and her tongue worked about the opening. She touched the hard nipple of passion, then pressed her mouth against the opening. Her tongue surged deep and worked wildly. Karen threw her head back. Her breath stopped deep in her throat. Her face turned bright red. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She pressed Cora against her and held her there until she was sure the girl was not going to leave.
The excitement roared through Karen. Suddenly, she could take no more of her position. She sat up and pushed the girl away. Then she hungrily grabbed for Cora's hips and pulled her to the bed. Before she realized it, her own head was between the girl's legs and her tongue was going deep. Her hips were surging against the soft tongue and she was in heaven. They both then relaxed and lay there loving each other. When the climax came for both, each gripped the other's buttocks and stabbed deeper; then they hugged in wild desperation and gasped as their warm release calmed them.
When it was over, Karen dropped to her back. She parted her legs and felt completely drained. Her muscles were relaxed and soft. A smile of contentment was on her face.
Cora raised up and leaned for the light. She turned it off and stepped from the bed. She walked into the bathroom and opened the door to the cabinet, reached under the back stack of towels and removed the long slim black thing. She held it in her hand and turned to the sink, filled the small bag beneath it, and tested the hose and plunger. She squeezed the plunger and the warm water spurted out of the head of it. She refilled the contraption and strapped it about her agile hips. When the thing was in place, she switched off the bathroom light. "Close your eyes and keep them closed. Promise me you'll keep them closed," she said.
Karen nodded her head. She wondered what the girl was up to, but surmised she would not be harmed. She closed her eyes. Cora stepped across the room. She leaned forward and checked Karen's eyes. Then she turned and stepped to the end of the bed. She pulled the towel which was under Karen's fleshy buttocks into a better position, then moved her hands along the girl's legs, pushing her knees back. Then she leaned over and darted her tongue a few times into the tight vagina and pulled away when she was sure it was moist. She moved to the bed.
Karen jumped when she felt the thing against her. She fought herself and wanted to open her eyes. She reached up and touched the soft breast, confident it was actually Cora above her and not a man. The thing moved. It pierced her slowly and stretched her wide. It plunged slowly into the very depths of Karen's body until it was completely gone. Karen shivered. Her hands moved down. She passed them over Cora's hips and touched the tight straps. She touched her buttocks and pulled the girl against her. Then she started working her hips up and down against the hard thing inside her as the thrills rushed through her body. "Keep doing it to me. I love it. Keep doing it to me."
Cora smiled and leaned into the girl's shoulder. "That's why I asked if you were virgin," she said against Karen's ear.
Karen slipped her hands desperately about her and pulled her tight. She pressed Cora's breasts against her own and moved one hand over the girl's buttocks. She pressed her hard and the dildo pressed deeper. "I'm so glad I'm not. I'm so glad I'm not," she said as she pulled the girl harder against her....
Karen shook her head and snapped into the present. She looked at the window and Eve was still standing at the sink. She looked at the girl's buttocks and her face went limp. "I should have kissed you when I had the chance," she said as she stepped away from the window. Listlessly, she walked to the sofa. She dropped and looked up. The phone was across the room. Karen stared at the phone for a moment, then crossed the room and picked it up. She started dialing, but heard footsteps behind her. She stopped dialing and turned about to see Bernie standing near the kitchen door. .
Karen looked at him for a moment then at the phone. Her face went limp. For an instant, she could not understand what she wanted. A few moments ago she had been thinking of him, but now she was thinking of Cora. As she lowered the phone, a small smile came to her lips. She stepped across the room and stopped in front of him. "Have you ever seen a dirty movie with two women in it?" she asked.
Bernie cocked his head suspiciously and leaned back against the door frame. "Why?"
"Have you?" she asked.
Bernie shrugged and stepped across the room. He reached for a cigarette and lit up. His hands were shaking and his face was limp. He nodded his head. "I saw one once. There were two women and a man. The women were doing it to one another when the guy showed up. There wasn't much to it," he said.
Karen smiled. "You liked it, though, didn't you? You liked what you saw when they were doing it to one another, didn't you?" she asked adroitly.
Bernie turned his head. He tried to tap his cigarette into the ashtray, but was so nervous he dropped it. He quickly picked it up off the floor, and leaned back against the cabinet. "So what if I did? What does that mean?"
"Did you like what the girls were doing?" Karen asked as she started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Bernie nodded and looked down.
Karen undid his buttons and moved her hand along his chest. She then pulled his shirt out of his trousers and undid the buttons on his pants. She pulled his trousers apart, undid his shorts, and reached her fingers about his soft penis and started stroking as it swelled. "Do you love me?" she asked as she touched his face with the side of her hand.
Bernie closed his eyes. He turned his head and jammed his lips against her palm. He pushed away from the cabinet and shoved his trousers down. Pulling her against him, he reached for her hand and pressed it to his buttocks. He w-edged her hand against his buttocks and whimpered when she touched his anus with her finger. She felt him shiver and tickled him. She moved her finger against him, then slipped it away. He groaned and she moved it back. As she touched him again his face lit up and he smiled.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
Bernie wiggled his hips against her hand. His eyes were moist with longing. He stared at her eyes and nodded. "I never knew a woman like you. I never knew a woman who made me feel so alive. I never knew a woman who let me do things and never held back. I get so sexed up in bed with you. When I finally get satisfied, I'm limp. I'm actually limp. Before, I used to walk around hungry for something else. Even when I climaxed, I was hungry for something else. I could never tell what it was until I met you."
"What makes you feel content with me?" Karen asked as her finger moved against his anus again.
Bernie slumped against her and closed his eyes. His hands moved down and worked on her dress. He pulled it up and worked his fingers under her panties. He touched her soft buttocks and worked his fingers between them. He placed his finger on her anus and a smile formed on his lips.
"Just being able to do anything I wanted. Just being able to get what I want. Just being able to say what I wanted and have you do it. I don't feel tense with you. I don't feel tense at all with you, and I'm not ashamed like I used to be with other women."
Karen went weak with his words. She leaned against him and touched her lips affectionately against his cheek.
"Oh, Bernie, Bernie," she said.
He entered and she turned her head. She wiggled and parted her legs. He buried himself completely and she looked at the phone. Then she turned and looked at his neck. She reached up and planted her mouth against his neck, murmuring softly under her breath.
"I've got to tell you and I can't. I just can't find the strength to tell you," she said. "Do you love me? Do you really love me?"
Bernie hugged her tight. "I love you," he said as he plunged his face to her neck.
Karen reached down and touched his hips. She pushed him back and wiggled out and away. "Pull out of me for a moment," she said.
Bernie moved away and dropped to the sofa. He turned and looked at her. He drew one leg up and his penis was still glistening as he looked at her.
"What's the matter tonight?" he asked.
Karen turned and looked down at the floor in front of the sofa. She stared at it for a moment, blankly. Then she lifted her head and looked at the phone.
"It was a while ago. I went to a girl's house. At the time when I was ready to go over there I didn't know what she was like. When I got there she told me she loved me. She wanted me and I was lonely that night. We went to bed and we ended up in each other's arms. We kissed each other like they do in those movies, and I loved it so much. Then, after we were through, she came into the room wearing one of those things, those dildos, I think you call them. I was lying there wishing for a man right then. I don't know why, but what we did made me want a man. Then she came with that thing. I never felt anything like that before."
Bernie stared mutely and shook his head. "You mean you did it with her. You actually kissed her between the legs?"
Karen stared across the room and nodded her head. "Now I guess it's over, isn't it?" she said.
Bernie looked at her plump buttocks and leaned over. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the sofa. She dropped next to him, and he cupped her chin. "It's just beginning," he said as he looked at her ripe mouth. He stared at her for a moment, then plunged his mouth against her mouth. He kissed her wildly, then turned and climbed to his knees. He looked down and curled his fingers into her hair. He leaned and touched his penis to her mouth. "Do it to me. Do it to me all the way," he said.
Karen held him and looked at the clock on the mantel. It was only six-thirty. They would have two and a half hours if he didn't finish right now. "Don't you want to watch us do it?" she asked.
Bernie stared down at her and his face went limp. Suddenly, his penis sagged and he dropped back slightly. He held on to the back of the sofa and stared at her. "You mean she would come over now?"
Karen touched his face and smiled. "You just go out for a long walk and enter quietly about twenty minutes from now," she said.
CHAPTER SIX
Bernie stepped toward her. She kissed him eagerly on the mouth. Her tongue pressed into his mouth, then she removed it. She pulled away and grabbed his hands. She held them and stared into his eyes.
"You go out back and just sit under the tree. You can watch from there. When you want to come in be very quiet. Try to act somewhat surprised when she is there. If she says anything, you can infer that you could tell her folks about what she is doing. She's really worked up and doesn't want anyone to find out."
Bernie shrugged and turned. He didn't like the idea of conning the girl, but did like the idea of seeing it. He left Karen and stepped outside, reached for a cigarette and lit up. He walked off the porch and down the driveway to the yard and walked toward the large trees on the other side of the pool. He found a chair under the tree and sat on the edge with his elbows on his knees. In the darkness, he was barely visible except for the glowing cigarette.
The light was on in one of the bedrooms. It was Karen's window and she was in the room. She was standing by the bed undoing her blouse. She peeled it back and her sharp breasts loomed under thi light above her. Her nipples were still pointed from what they had been doing on the sofa a few moments ago. Her breasts jiggled lightly as she moved about. As though she were giving him a show, she undid her skirt with her back to him. She pushed it down over her buttocks and worked it off. Then she turned and stepped back. The light splashed down her body. She stood there and lightly moved her hand over her mound, teasing him.
Bernie watched her fingers for a moment then turned. "You bitch!" he said affectionately as he took another puff on his cigarette. He leaned back in his chair and turned his head. The fence around the yard was low and he could see into the other yard. One light was on in one of the windows across the yard.
He looked at the window, then a climb of bushes growing below it. As he stared at the bushes, he began to think of another time and another bush. Before long, he was drifting back in time to when he was fifteen years old.
He and his parents were living in a small town. They had a large house on a deserted road, the town was about half a mile away, with only one other family in the neighborhood. Across the way, in the other house, lived a young girl. Bernie figured at the time that she was about sixteen. She went to a different school than he, and he was so shy he never ventured over to talk with her.
One night, Bernie's parents were gone out for the evening. Bernie was bored to tears listening to the radio and switched it off. He stepped to the porch and sat on the top stair. He peered out across the yard to the other house. One of the lights in the other house was on. It was in the corner room, far away from the front portion of the drive. He could cross the field and see right into the room. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in front of the room. He got up and strolled across the road. He hopped over the fence and headed across the field. He reached the other side and stood beside a clump of large bushes, peering through the top of them.
The window was only a few feet away. He was looking directly inside. A woman was standing in front of the dresser, completely naked. Her buttocks were full and plump and her hand was between them. She was holding a small jar of cream in her other hand and wiped along the cleavage between her buttocks, then closed the jar and replaced it.
It was Mrs. Debra Little, the girl's mother. Her breasts were full and hard, the nipples pointed and eager. Her belly was soft and rounded, her hips full and wide. Her legs were trim and the triangle at the base of her stomach was dark and exciting.
Debra moved toward the bed. Her husband, Fred, was lying there completely naked. He lifted his arms and pulled her to the bed. She leaned against his chest and her breasts flattened there. She moved her hand down his body and touched his penis. Debra moved up and squatted over him. She parted her legs wide and lowered herself and ground her hips against him as he stabbed quickly up and down into her. Debra's eyes were closed and her lips were smiling. Her breasts jiggled and her hips worked eagerly back and forth.
Bernie watched and started perspiring. He watched her plump buttocks; they looked so soft and warm. He looked at the huge penis below and envied her husband as he stabbed up quickly.
Debra then lifted up, slowly. She moved away from his body and his huge penis was still standing. She turned about and hovered over him. She parted her lips and enclosed his organ.
Hungrily, she started moving her head up and down. Her husband moved about eagerly under her. He turned on his side and grabbed her knee. He lifted her leg over his chest and curled his hands over her buttocks. He pulled his head up and plunged his face between her legs.
Debra lifted her head. A tense smile formed on her face. Her eyes closed and she tossed her head back and forth, lashing her long red hair over his body. Then she turned her head and looked at him. She leaned again and her mouth consumed him.
In that instant, a door opened along the side of the house. The girl stepped from the doorway and started along the side of the house, carrying a laundry basket. She reached the edge of the window and turned her head. When she saw what was happening inside, she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes became wide with desire and her hands started trembling. She stared, and the basket she was holding dropped to the ground.
Bernie looked through the brush. She was wearing a short robe and it came halfway up her legs. Her thighs were almost completely visible and her calves were trim and lovely. She was wearing sexy little slippers and her feet were half hidden in them. Her hair was tied back on her head with a small bow, and she looked so innocent.
The girl turned and looked around. Bernie dipped his head and cowered in the bushes. The girl then stepped away, out of the light. She stood near the window and her hand dipped into her robe. Her legs parted and her hand came to rest on her mound.
"Ohhhhh, Gosh," she said in a soft voice.
In the bedroom, Debra was still lying atop him. Her hand was wrapped around his organ, moving in unison with her lips. His hips were dancing wildly under her, and his head was moving about frantically between her legs. Then he rolled her over and pulled back. He dropped to the side of the bed and reached for her knees. He pushed her knees back and moved his head against her dark triangle. Debra reached for his penis. Her head dropped over the edge of the bed and she fought for his penis and wrapped her lips about him again.
For long moments her husband worked, then his hips started moving rapidly. He bucked against her hard and drove his penis in and out, wrapping his arms about her and pulling her tight. His hips jerked quickly and, suddenly, he pressed with all his might. His head came for an instant above her body and his face was flushed. Debra was working eagerly, and when he saw her he smiled. His hips came to a stop and an instant later he moved back, removing his limp penis. He dropped with a thud on the bed and sprawled on his back with his legs parted wide and his penis stretched across his stomach.
The girl shook her head. "I would never believe it. She loved him completely that way. She always said she was so pure and loved him completely that way," the girl said softly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She stepped toward the bush and reached for the basket. Then she noticed the shoe under the bush and her hand stopped on the rim of the basket.
Bernie jumped and made a move to turn. Then he looked at her; her robe was parted. Her breasts were completely visible and the nipples were hard. Her lovely little triangle was to be seen at the bottom of her belly.
Bernie looked up and the girl was pointing toward his house. "You live over there, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
The girl stepped forward. She touched his face and dropped the basket she had picked up. She looked at his eyes, then glanced down at his bulging trousers. "I've been holding back all my life. I've always been finding one reason or another to hold back, and it was always her. No matter what I wanted, it was always her stopping me."
Bernie stared at her breasts and the excitement roared through him. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her against him. His hand delighted in the feel of her spongy buttocks. His body jumped against the heat of her soft skin and his lips plunged against her neck, causing goose flesh to form on her arms. She slid to the ground. Bernie tore at his trousers and pushed them down. He dropped between her naked legs and wiggled his penis against her. He set it against her opening and pushed. It hit something hard halfway down and he pushed harder. He pushed again and she groaned. Her arms flew about him. Her legs tightened about his hips and she sobbed softly. He shoved again and his penis entered completely.
"Pull it out, dammit. Pull it out. I want to do what they were doing. I want to do what they were doing and not this," the girl cried as she started slapping her hands angrily on his back and wiggled about under him, trying to get free. She pushed him out of her body. She looked down at his penis, then at the window, slapped her hand against her face, and jumped to her feet.
"We don't have that much time," she said as she grabbed up the basket and rushed for the house, leaving him lying there.
Bernie stared at the house and groaned. He touched himself but it was not the same. He was still damp with her body, and the feeling of his own fingers were dull. He got up and staggered across the field, entered the house and slumped into the sofa.
The next afternoon his folks had left for town and he was sitting on the porch. He looked up and elation flooded through him. The girl was standing in front of him.
"There wasn't enough time last night, but my folks are gone now," she said softly.
Two minutes later he was lying on the sofa. His trousers and shorts were around his feet, as her small hand moved up and down on his penis, making him harder than he had ever been. Her panties were around her ankles and her legs were parted. His head was resting on one of her thighs, and he was staring at her mound, moving his finger back and forth. Her hips were moving and her entire crotch was soaked with passion.
Bernie leaned in. He touched the soft mound and moved his tongue along the cleavage. He remembered she had told him she was sore, and dipped his tongue inside gently. She moved and pulled him toward her. Her lips touched him and he felt the moistness of her lips. He turned his head and moved his hips. He watched his penis rush into her mouth, then turned again and plunged between her legs....
Bernie shook his head and cleared the air. Once more he was back in the real and the present. He looked at the light across in the other yard and groaned at the thought of that girl. He looked at the light in Eve's yard and wondered what was happening in that bedroom. He turned his head. Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was looking down and her hand was moving on her breast. Then she looked up, stared at the door for a moment, and got up. She stepped out of the line of view.
A few minutes later she entered the room. A small brunette entered behind her and stopped under the light. The other girl turned and looked at the door. Then she turned and looked back at Karen and shrugged. Karen said something and waved her hands about. She stepped toward the girl and pulled the blouse out of her skirt. Her hand moved up Cora's back and she worked both her hands on her. Then she stepped away from the girl and undid the front buttons. The blouse disappeared and Karen pulled the brassiere down the girl's arms.
Cora pulled away and turned her back to her. She reached to her side and found her buttons. She undid them and pushed her skirt and panties down. Her triangle appeared and she turned about, working her feet through her panties and out of them. She turned and stepped into Karen's arms. Karen wrapped her arms about her and her hand moved down to the girl's buttocks. She moved her hand up and down in the deep cleavage, then slipped it up her back. Karen dropped to the bed. She sat for an instant and looked up. Then she moved back and stretched out. She parted her legs and held her arms up.
Cora knelt on the bed. She leaned forward and her face came to rest on the thick mound. She wiggled her face about and worked between Karen's legs as her hands molded the girl's buttocks.
Karen moved her hips up and down. She grabbed the girl's knee and lifted her leg over her. She stared up for a moment and her hands moved lovingly on the plump white buttocks above her head. She then moved her hands further up and pulled the girl down. Cora's knees parted wider and wider. Karen's face disappeared, and the girl's mouth dropped open. Then she smiled and went back between Karen's legs.
Bernie stood by the tree and his heart hammered in his chest. His knees went limp, and the fire leapt in his loins as his penis swelled. The excitement the sight of those young girls generated in him was fantastic. He had never had just such an erection before. He hesitated, then stepped toward the door and opened it, quietly. He entered the kitchen, kicked off his shoes, and walked toward the hallway.
They were still on their sides. Cora was lying with her head toward the door. It was still between Karen's legs and she was moving about. Her hands were gripped around Karen's buttocks. Karen had just finished and Cora moved her tongue around the moist edge. She stared at the dark mound and moved her hand gently over it.
"I missed doing this. I really missed it. I hoped you would come back over there," she said as she pulled her head away and dropped her face to the bed. Cora reached over and wiggled two fingers along the cleavage. She touched the moist well and worked her fingers inside. She pressed the fingers all the way and pulled the lower leg under her head, making a pillow of it.
"Feel good?" she asked as she worked her fingers out and in, slowly.
Karen looked at the soft legs and the thick mound. She touched Cora gently in the same manner and made a pillow of the girl's legs.
"I'd love to see you get loved," she said.
Cora closed her eyes and rolled to her back. She stretched her legs wide and was about to speak, when she noticed the naked legs behind her and sat up quickly. She turned, and Bernie was standing there completely naked, his penis standing straight out. She dropped back and her mouth fell open. She turned and looked at Karen, then lay back and parted her legs wide. She reached down and pulled her knees back.
Bernie looked down. Her lips were parted and moist. He could see the opening easily. He stared at it and climbed to the bed and touched his penis to it, then pushed and entered the tightest channel he had ever been in. He pushed some more and her body closed tight about him and she groaned. Her face tensed with pain and her eyes rolled back. He reached under her shoulders and pulled hard. He sank into her and Cora groaned aloud. He pulled harder and suddenly he was completely inside.
Cora looked up. Her eyes were moist. A smile formed on her lips. Her hands moved up and, gently, she slipped about his muscled back. She pulled him down against her and pressed herself up to him. Her legs moved back and she turned her lips to his ear.
"Do it to me. Do it to me. Do everything to me. Do everything to me," she said as she plunged her tongue into his ear and started nibbling lightly upon him.
Bernie dropped to her shoulder. He turned his head. Karen was lying next to them. She was on her side looking at his hips. The sight of her eyes excited him and Bernie moved to his elbows again. He drew his hips back and looked down.
Karen's eyes widened with interest. She stared at the huge penis and reached her hand over. Bernie pulled back and her hand moved on his penis. Karen stared at him for a moment, then touched him to the moist center of the girl's body again. The thrill of what she did knifed through Bernie. He stabbed against Cora even before Karen got her hand out of the way.
"Oh baby, baby, baby," he called as his lips started tracing a wet path along the length of Cora's neck and his penis started working in and out of the tight channel.
Cora groaned and her hands moved along his back. She wiggled her hips lively under him and danced up quickly. His penis rushed quickly in and out and her eyes closed. Her hands gripped his wet buttocks and pulled him. Her legs tightened about his hips. She bucked up against him rapidly, then swelled her hips against him and started rotating them.
Bernie felt the tension mount as her body twisted and turned, but held off. He thought of everything but sex, trying to hold himself back and make it good for her. He turned his head and stared at the wall as her body churning continued. He counted to a hundred, then to a thousand by hundreds. He did this, and that, and anything else to stay inside her as she became more and more moist and warm.
Cora turned her head. Her eyes were half closed. She turned his head and looked into his eyes.
"I'm coming," she said softly, as she dropped her head back and a small smile formed on her lips.
Bernie heard what he wanted and moved back. He pulled himself out of her body and she groaned. He grabbed her fleshy hips and turned her over. He reached for her hips again and lifted. Her buttocks came up and he stared for a moment. He looked at her intimacy and the fires leapt into his loins. He looked at her moist vagina, then elsewhere, and his face went limp. He closed his eyes and turned his head. "Nooooooo," he said to himself.
Karen came to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter?" she asked.
Bernie looked at the girl's buttocks again, then turned and staggered off the bed. He plunged his fingers into his hair and twisted his head in pain. His face contorted and he stamped his foot against the floor.
"I can't be that low. I can't be that low," he said as he looked at the girl again.
Cora turned over on her back and sat up. She stared at him and cocked her head to one side. "What's the matter, honey?" she asked.
Bernie looked at her and started shaking. He turned and ran out of the room. He threw open the door to the bathroom and leaned against the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror, then gagged and turned his back to it. He cupped his hands over his face and started sobbing softly.
Just then Cora appeared at the door. She stepped to him and touched the side of his face. "You silly fool. You make too much of this. You make too much of this," she said as she lowered her hand.
She opened the medicine cabinet and found a small jar of cream. She undid the lid and stepped to the front of him. She spread the lotion on his penis then placed the bottle on the sink. Then she pushed him aside and leaned over the sink. She parted her slim legs and dropped her head to her arms.
"You saw me in my weakness. Now let me see you in yours," she said as she closed her eyes and waited.
Bernie wiped his hands anxiously on his legs. He turned and stepped toward the door. He stopped at the door and turned about. He looked at her thick buttocks, then stepped behind her. He looked at her there, and his throat grew dry. He took a deep breath but the excitement was so severe he could not relax. He stared at her buttocks and the ache formed above his loins. No matter what he did he knew he would never be able to pass this. No matter what he did, he knew he would want it later.
He placed himself against her then closed his eyes so he would not see. He pushed and, suddenly, the wall of her body gave, and he entered the heat. He pushed harder, and before he knew what was happening her buttocks were plastered against his belly and he was completely sheathed.
Cora raised her head and looked back at him. Tears rushed down her cheeks. Her lower lip was trembling. She was crying with the pain but holding back the sounds. She was crying but didn't want him to hear. Cora dropped forward and reached under his legs. She touched his testicles and handled them gently.
Bernie tensed and wiggled harder against her. He lost control and his hands flew to her shoulders. He gripped her savagely and pulled her back. He jammed himself tighter, then something stirred in his penis and he started moving back and forth. He closed his eyes tighter and worked harder and harder. Soon he could only hear the slap of his body against her. Soon he could only feel the terrible excitement of what he was doing. Soon he could only feel the ripping need which flew up his legs and stabbed into his penis, causing him to spume slightly.
Bernie felt he was close. He was there now. He had to make up his mind. He could still pull out and do something else. He still had time. His climax was there, but he was holding back.
Just then Cora wiggled and moaned. Her buttocks flattened against him. Her hips danced back and forth. She twisted and turned herself, biting against him, and he lost control completely. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed tight. He stabbed into her depths and the force of his body splashed, and he wilted completely.
The second it was over, Bernie groaned. He felt himself slipping out and it was ugly. He felt himself moving back and it was so completely disgusting. He looked down and when he saw himself he turned about and fell to the floor. He leaned over the toilet and coughed his way into sickness.
Cora touched his shoulder and tried to soothe him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cora looked over her shoulder as she entered the bedroom. Karen noticed the expression on the girl's face and sat up.
"What's the matter?" Karen asked.
Cora walked to her dress and stood there with it in her hands. "He's awfully upset in there. I shouldn't have let him do it. I didn't know he would get so upset."
Karen climbed from the bed and walked to the girl. "He'll be all right," she said as she started taking the dress from Cora's hands.
Cora looked down at the dress and stepped back. "I have to leave. I told my mom I wouldn't be long," she said as she tugged the dress, slightly.
Karen dropped the dress and stepped back. "You said on the phone you'd stay all night. I was expecting it. I want to lie with you all night like we did. I want to do it again," she said softly.
"I can't stay. I told my mom," Cora said.
Karen whirled about angrily and slapped her fist against her hand. She pointed at the bed and stamped her foot. "I would have had him do it to me then if I knew that. I watched and let myself get worked up watching just because I thought you would be staying. I wanted to get worked up real good for when we got to bed. I wanted to be real eager."
Cora turned and looked at the door leading into the hall. Her face narrowed with sorrow. "Don't you know what you've been doing to him. Can't you see what's happening to him. Whether you want to face it or not, he's not a swinger. He's tied up inside. You keep it up and you'll have him in a nut house before you know it," Cora said softly.
Karen smirked impatiently. "Horseshit. He loves it. He might go through that crying jag every once in a while, but that's because he feels better if he cries. It makes him feel pure if he cries after he does it. But he never complains when it's stuck in and he's getting there. He never says a word except how damn good it is," Karen said as she flopped to the bed.
Cora stared at the girl and shook her head slightly. "You're really something else. I never thought you were that way. The other night with me, I thought you cared a little. I thought you cared about something, but you don't. All you care about is yourself."
"That's right, goddammit! If I don't care about me no one else will. No one else in this stinking world gives a shit about me but me. I lived that way. I was brought up that way. My old lady never gave a damn about anything but herself. She never cared about one stinking thing but herself. Now it's my turn to care about me, and I'll do what I damn well please. You hear me. I'll do what I damn well please, and if the world doesn't like it they can stick it!" she exploded, her face twisting with anger.
Cora stared for a moment, then turned her back to her. She started across the room and picked up her things, walked out of the room and down the hall. She stopped at the bathroom and stepped into the room. Bernie was still standing at the sink.
"If it helps you at all, I did that before. I actually like it very much. I didn't know you felt as strongly against it as you do or I would never have given in," Cora said softly as she touched the side of his face.
Bernie turned his head. He looked at her for a moment then bowed his head and turned his back to her. "Leave me alone, will ya? Just leave me the hell alone and get out of here," he said as he crossed the room and leaned against the wall.
Cora looked at the door and closed it. She dropped her things on the tub and walked across the room. She touched his arm and turned him to face her. "You have to quit. No matter what you believe is liberal in your mind, you feel differently. It might be prudish, but you have to live that way. You aren't made for this."
Bernie looked at her breasts for a moment, then he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Get out of here!"
Cora touched his shoulder gently. She moved her hand affectionately across it and touched his neck.
"I don't want to leave you like this. You're upset, and you shouldn't be. If anyone was to blame, it was me. I gave in to you. If I hadn't given in you never would have."
"You get the hell out of here. You just get the hell out of here and never come back," he said as he violently slammed the door.
Cora looked at the door and took a step toward it. Then she noticed someone in the hall and stopped. She turned and Karen was standing there leering at her.
"You heard him! Get the hell out of here! Get the hell out and don't co me back!" Karen said as she stepped toward the bathroom door, opened it and closed it behind her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen stood at the door and looked at Bernie leaning against the sink. His hands were cupped over his face. Karen nibbled her lower lip with concern. She had what she wanted now and could almost see it slipping through her fingers. She pushed herself from the door and walked to him, touched his hand lovingly and wrapped her fingers about it. She drew his hand down from his face.
"I love you, you know that?" she asked as she touched her lips lightly to his shoulder. Gently, she slid her lips along his neck and touched his ear. "I love you very much," she said.
She moved her hands behind him and lightly soothed the lower portion of his back. She spread her palms and moved them slowly up his back, rubbing the thick muscles along his shoulders and pressing her face against his chest.
"I need you," she said as she pressed her soft belly against the juncture of his thighs.
Bernie groaned. His hands reached up and pushed her back.
Karen stared and the hunger ripped through her. She wiggled against his hands and tried to move closer. Bernie groaned and forced her back hard. He held her and she went limp at the ends of his arms. She shook her head. She felt more distant from him than she had ever felt.
"It wasn't your fault. You would never have done it if she had not let you. You never did that to me. You never even asked to do that to me," she implored.
Bernie took a deep breath and released her shoulders. He turned and walked out of the room. He walked into the bedroom and dropped to the edge of the bed. Karen stepped into the room. She walked to the bed and took his hand. She held it gently, then touched her lips to his palm. She rubbed her check against his hand, then touched her lips to his ear.
"I want you so much. All the time, I want you so much. I don't know what I would do if you ever left me. I don't know what I would do if you ever turned away from me. I think I would just fall apart."
"Shut up! For God's sake, shut up with that whining!" Bernie cried as he jumped from the bed.
He looked at her dazed expression for a moment, then shrugged and slapped his hands against his legs. He stepped to the bed and touched his fingers to her chin. He lifted her face and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," he said softly.
Karen looked down. His penis was hanging limp. She stared at it for a moment, then pressed her hand over it. She leaned forward and moaned, then lightly touched her lips to the thick triangle of hair about his penis and rubbed her cheek there. She felt weak and dropped to her knees. She pressed her face against him as his penis rubbed against her cheek.
"I love kissing you, you know that. I never thought I would like kissing a man, but I love doing it with you. I feel so much like I belong to you when I'm doing that. I feel so much like you belong to me," she said as she reached down and lifted his penis gently.
Karen stared at the shrunken thing and took the knob into her mouth, and her cheeks puckered as the sounds of her kisses filled the room. She held him for a moment, then released him and looked up.
"I love you," she said as she moved her hand up and down on his stomach and waited for his penis to rise.
Karen trembled. The time with Cora had aroused her, but she had ended wanting a man. Then she had been forced to watch them make love, and she was still worked up from that. Her breasts were tingling and her loins were moist. Her legs were shaking and the muscles along the insides of her thighs were tight and hard with tension.
"I want you so much," she said as she touched her lips to his pubic hair, again, and moved them across his belly.
Bernie closed his eyes and reached down. He touched the top of her head gently and pushed her away. He stepped back, and when she was away from his body he turned from her. "I'm quitting," he said softly.
Karen dropped defeatedly back on her haunches. Her face went limp. Her eyes widened with horror. She swallowed hard and wrenched her head forward.
"You don't mean that. You couldn't mean that. You just couldn't mean that," she said softly as she reached up and touched his buttocks gently.
Bernie growled and moved away. He turned about and nodded his head. He looked at her breasts and her mound, then up at her face, and shook his head. "I'm done with this. I'm finished. I-I just can't go through with this stuff any more.
It was all right for a while when I was able to forget you're my stepdaughter. It was all right for a while when I could tell myself I was horny, that your mother never did it at all. It was all right then, but now it isn't. Now, I know if I keep on going there wouldn't be an end. I can see it. I can see that just as plain as the nose on my face," he said.
Karen shook her head. She walked on her knees quickly and threw her arms desperately about his hips. She pressed herself against him and kissed his belly, moved her lips about his legs and penis. "I can't live without this any more. You've taught me too much. You've taught me to enjoy it and expect it. You can't stop doing it with me like that. You just can't," she cried as she lifted his penis and started peppering the underside with a series of kisses that left him moist.
Still he was limp and she dropped to her haunches. She looked up and could not believe it. He was not even breathing hard. He was not even aroused in the least.
"You liked it. You liked what Cora and I did. I saw you at the door when she was fingering me. That's why my legs were so wide open. I wanted you to see it. I wanted you to enjoy it. The same with what I did for you on the sofa. The same for that. I did it because you needed it. I loved touching you because you needed that. I loved it because you wanted it," she said as her face went limp, imploring him to understand.
Bernie was staring at her, and then the bed. He looked at the rumpled spread and shook his head. He looked at the window, and again he shook his head.
"You really put on a show with her. I was standing by the tree out there. I got so damn excited I thought I would faint. I never saw anyone like that before. I never saw it in real life, I mean," he said thoughtfully.
Karen got up, weakly, and walked to him. She leaned against him and wrapped her arms about him. She pressed herself tight against his body and moved her hands on his back.
"When I was doing it I could feel your eyes on me. The feeling of those eyes sent shivers through me. When you were standing in the hall and her fingers were in me, I wanted you to see me. I was so excited when you were looking. You knew the truth and I was free. I was no longer afraid of anything at all," she said as she slumped further against him.
Bernie closed his eyes. His hands started moving on her back. He pulled her closer and flattened her breasts against his chest. Then he moved his hands down and touched her soft buttocks.
"Oh, was she tight. I thought she was going to twist it off. I never felt anything so tight."
Karen laughed and leaned to his throat. "Mine used to be tight but you stretched it silly," she said as her lips touched the side of his neck and gently kissed. She moved back and forth against him. Her breasts against his chest, her soft stomach against his loins. Her thighs brushed softly against his and her hands tripped lightly up and down his back. When he was relaxed and didn't seem to mind her there she moved her hands gently, working for his buttocks. She touched the base of his spine and moved her fingers down. Lightly, by degrees, she slipped her fingers over the cleavage. She moved her fingers into the cleavage and roamed slightly. She touched his anus and lightly pressed one fingertip against it, knowing now that was his weak spot.
Bernie groaned and slumped forward. His hands started moving more briskly on her back. He wiggled tighter against her and, suddenly, his penis surged up and pressed between her legs.
Lightly Karen brushed his anus with her fingertip and his penis swelled again. He groaned and his hands curled about her buttocks. He squeezed them tight and pulled her against him. He drove his penis between her legs and lifted. Then his arms tightened about her and he hugged her desperately.
"I can't live without you. I just can't live without you," he said as his hips started working back and forth.
Karen thrilled when she heard him. She pressed against him with all her might and her hand w-edged between his buttocks.
"We'll find another girl for you. We'll find another girl who wants to do it with you. I'll make this world a paradise for you. I'll make this world a paradise," Karen said as she stepped back and grabbed his hand. She pulled him toward the bed. Bernie dropped on his back and stretched out. Karen dropped between his legs and her hands touched his knees. She slid her hands down his legs and framed his genitals. She then wet her finger and wiggled it against him. She drove her finger into his body and gripped his penis. She pulled it back and forced her lips about it. Before he had a chance to do anything her head was bobbing wildly and her finger was exploring savagely.
Bernie looked down and shook his head. He reached down and placed his hand on her head. "We have to stop," he said as he started to entwine his fingers into her hair.
Karen's finger started stabbing into his body. The passion ripped through him. He twirled his fingers about her hair and held her. His hips started moving and he closed his eyes. Then he started jumping his hips wildly. His fingers tightened into her hair. He held her and watched his penis rush in and out.
Then he sat up. Angrily, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up. He rolled her to her back and crawled between her legs. Desperately Karen reached down. She parted her legs wide and placed him. He rushed into her body, and his stomach slapped against hers. Karen pulled her legs back and held him tight.
"I'll find us another girl. I'll find you everything you'll ever need. I'll do anything on earth you ever want," she said.
Bernie turned his head and his face went limp. "Go in me. Please go in me while I'm coming!" he said.
Victorious, Karen reached down. Her fingers made their way to where he wanted and one of them stabbed. Instantly, she felt him swell inside her and he was jumping against her. The thrill pounded through her and her mind went blank.
"Close your eyes and remember what I was doing to her. You'll see that again, soon. You'll see that, and I'll watch you make love to her," she said.
Bernie crawled against her and stabbed angrily. He hugged Iris arms about her back and raised up. He looked at her face, then kissed her hungrily until she felt his spume causing her vagina to close about him and her body to snap through its climax.
"I'll find us another girl. Don't worry, honey."
CHAPTER NINE
It was dark and quiet inside the room. Eve was lying across her bed with her hands laced behind her head. She was looking at the ceiling. Her shorts were wrapped about her ankles and her legs were parted. Lightly, she touched her soft lips and moved her fingers along the cleavage between them. She touched the moist channel and wiggled her finger inside.
"You can't do it alone. It's no fun alone," Karen had said earlier that evening.
Eve turned her head and wiggled her finger inside her vagina. Her finger didn't feel like Karen's finger had felt. It was her finger and there was no way to get away from it. It was not like feeling the personal warmth of another hand. She removed her finger and pressed her hand over her soaked mound, closing her legs and rolling on her side.
She had been touched today. For the first time in her life she had been touched. She had been touched, and she had seen a man doing it. She had seen his huge penis rushing in and out. She had seen a girl's body twisting and turning.
Her hand tight on her mound, she rolled over and pressed her face into the mattress. Then she turned her head and stared at the wall. She closed her eyes and thought about it.
Soon, she was standing by the bedroom again. Karen was lying on her back. The hand was buried between her legs. The finger was moving gently in and out of the moist well and Karen's soft head was wrapped about his penis, working it back and forth.
Eve rolled to her back and shook her head. She held her eyes closed and her hand moved about her crotch. She pressed herself again and her hips started working up and down.
This time, she saw Karen sitting atop him. Her hips were moving back and forth, lively. Her hands were about his shoulders. Her legs were tight against his side, and she was moaning as she had done in the room.
Eve's body grew warmer. Her breasts were hard and pointed. She parted her legs and drew her knees back. She lifted her arms and held her eyes closed. Bernie was standing there completely naked. His penis was hard and he was looking between her legs.
"Do it to me like you did to her," Eve said softly.
Bernie started toward the bed, then stopped. He turned about and looked at the door. Karen was standing there completely naked and entered the room. She walked to Bernie and pushed him back.
Karen dropped to the bed. She looked between Eve's legs and touched her mound.
"You can't do it alone. It's no fun alone," she said.
Karen moved her hand. Gently her finger found the tight vagina. She pushed it inside and worked it deep. She then moved it like Bernie had with her. Eve groaned and her hips worked wildly up and down. She moved her feet to the bed and moaned. She slapped her hands over her breasts and squeezed. She pumped her hips up and down against the finger and worked them about in a circle.
Eve threw her head back and her lips tightened about her teeth. "You were right. You're right," she said softly as the finger kept moving in and out.
Karen removed her finger and Eve was panting. Eve rolled to her stomach and raised her hips.
She knelt there and parted her legs wide as she had done that afternoon. She rested there and heard the bed groan behind her. She turned and Bernie was kneeling there. Then she felt him enter and her body exploded with heat. She whimpered and pressed her face against the pillow.
Suddenly, he was gone from her. She dropped to her back again and stared at the door through the darkness. The door was open and the rest of them were gone. Standing there was another figure. He was completely naked and he walked into the room. He stepped to the bed and opened her legs. The figure climbed to the bed and wiggled between her legs. His penis found the mark and plunged headlong.
Eve looked up and opened her eyes.
The second she saw the vision above her Eve panicked and felt as though she were falling. Her body jumped and she sat up. She stared into the darkness and trembled. Her entire body was covered with sweat. Her hands were shaking. On the table beside the bed there was a small clock. The clock had a luminous dial, and it was nearly nine-fifty. Her eyes narrowed with doubt and she cocked her head. She could not figure where she was.
Eve got up and walked out of the room. She reached the hall then turned about and hurried into the bedroom. She found her robe and put that on, then stepped back into the front room. The front room was dark. Eve looked at the desk and could see the small picture there. She cocked her head, then looked at the tiny clock next to the picture.
It was still nine-fifty or so.
Eve stood there, still in a fog, when she noticed the lights of a car pulling into the drive. Then, she remembered her mother and brother had gone shopping, and felt somewhat better.
She returned to her room and closed the door, and started sobbing. She brought her hands to her face, covered her eyes, and dropped to the edge of the bed and rocked back and forth. She whimpered softly and rubbed her face against the mattress and went into a deep crying jag.
Through the tears, she thought about the dream. At the last she had seen her brother. At the last she had seen him enter the room. Dreams were supposed to be things that you wanted. They would teach a person what they really wanted.
Eve looked at the wall and shook her head in disgust at herself. She muttered under her breath. There was nothing hidden about the dream she had had. There was nothing veiled in symbols. Her mind had spelled out in no uncertain terms what she wanted.
"It can't be. That can't be me. I know that can't be me. I never was that way. I never was that way at all," she said.
She lay staring at the ceiling. Placing her knuckle in her mouth, she bit hard as the strength seeped out of her legs and the tension developed in her stomach. She touched her breast and pressed with all her might. Tears of hatred splashed down her cheeks.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you, Eve. I hate you with all my goddamn heart," she cried as she tried to squeeze tighter.
Eve held her breast but could not squeeze harder. Even though she wanted to hurt herself more, something inside her kept her from it. She held herself and waited for the urge to rip into her breast, then pulled her hand away when she realized that the urge would not be coming to her. She turned and stared at the picture of her mother. Again the tears started. Her lips started trembling and the ache in her stomach continued.
She sat up. Angrily, she reached for the end of her robe. She mopped her eyes as hard as she could and flipped the robe back. Staring at her legs, a small smile came over her lips. She parted her legs, stared at the moist mound, and touched it. She pressed her hand over the wetness, and the smile broadened as she felt her breast surge.
"That's right, you little pig. Get all excited again. You just played with yourself for the second time, today. Now get all excited again and make it a third. Or when you go to bed, why don't you make it a fourth or fifth. Why don't you have an orgy with yourself," she groaned as she pressed her hand against herself.
The depressing resentment rushed away. Before long, her hand was soaked. Her crotch was heated and her fingers were slipping over the mound. She forgot about the anger and felt only the heat of her body. She forgot that she had started the whole process out of spite and loved the sensations that rushed up her body.
"Touch me, Karen. You just touch me like you did. Please touch me, honey," she whispered as she stabbed her fingers wildly in and out of herself.
The door opened and voices were heard in the other room. Eve pulled her finger away from her mound and sat up. She looked at the door and suddenly felt afraid. Anxiously, she ran her hands over her arms. She stared at the door and nibbled lightly on her lower lip.
"I should have gone with them. I should have gone with them. I never would have had that stinking dream if I had gone with them. I should have gone shopping," she said as she rubbed her hand, trying to get the dirty feeling off her fingers.
Eve looked at her hands and got up. Keeping them away from the side of her body, she stepped to the door. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it about the knob and turned it. Holding her robe closed with one hand, she started for the bathroom.
Harriete was standing at the desk. The small light next to the desk was on and the light in the large front room was also lit. Harriete turned and Eve was standing near the bathroom door.
"Honey, I have something for you," Harriete called as she stepped to the sofa across the room and started pulling a package out of a bag.
Eve looked at the bathroom door. "I'll be right back, Mother," she said as she tried the door.
The door was locked. Inside, she could hear the sound of running water.
"I have something I want you to see. It will just take a minute. I just want you to see it," Harriete said as she reached up to touch her daughter's face.
Eve jerked her head back. She cowered back and slammed into the wall. She raised her hand and held her robe with the other one. Her eyes grew large and her mouth flew open.
Harriete drew her hand away. "What's the matter, darling? You look as white as a sheet. Don't you feel well?" she asked as she raised her hand again.
Eve cowered back again. Harriete moved her hand and this time paid no attention to her daughter's fright. She touched the top of the girl's forehead and pressed the palm of her hand against it. She held her hand there, then drew it away.
"You seem warm. Are you all right?" Harriete said.
Eve turned her head and stepped into the front room. "I'm warm but I'm not sick," she said, spitting the words out bitterly.
Harriete stepped into the room. She combed her fingers through her hair and shrugged. She looked at her daughter for an instant, then stepped to the sofa and leaned again. Picking up a large box, she turned and presented it to her daughter.
"I saw this downtown and could not resist it. You needed something for graduation, and I just had to buy it for you," she said.
Eve looked at her hands again. She tied her robe in place with the cord and wiped her hands on her side. Then she reached out and was just about to touch the box when she stopped, pulled her hands back, and again wiped them on her sides.
Harriete cocked her head suspiciously. "Are you not going to try it on?" she asked, sounding a bit hurt as she held the box.
Eve turned and waved her hands anxiously before her. "I have to go in there. I just want...." She looked at the kitchen and ran out of the room. She turned on the spigot and grabbed the bar of soap. Briskly, she scrubbed her hands and rinsed them.
Harriete was standing at the door. She was looking rather curiously at her daughter, and Eve felt decidedly uncomfortable and turned to look at the water.
"I didn't want to get the dress all dirty," Eve said as she sheepishly turned off the water and reached for a paper towel.
Harriete turned and wandered back into the room. She found a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs. She waited, and Eve stepped into the room and walked to where the box was resting on the end of the sofa.
Eve stopped and again wiped her hands on her robe. She then looked up guiltily at her mother, smiled, and turned her attention to the box. After flipping back the top lid, she stiffened and backed away from the box. She looked down at the dress and nervously started biting her nails, something she never before had done.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked. "Don't you like it? Don't you like the color?"
Eve shook her head and tried to pick the dress up, then pulled her hands back. She shook her head and turned her back to the dress.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's the matter with me. I just don't know," she said.
The bathroom door opened. Jimmy stepped out of the room wearing only his jockey shorts. He stepped down the hall and opened the door to his room. As he closed it, he looked at Eve.
Eve turned her back to him and looked at the dress. "I just don't like the color, Mother. I just don't like it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't wear that color," she said as she turned and ran from the room, slamming the door to her room.
In the living room Harriete looked at the hallway leading to Eve's room and scratched the side of her head.
"How do you figure that. White was always her favorite color. I wonder what made her change her mind like that?" she asked as she got up and started for the door.
Harriete walked to the bedroom door, then shrugged. She turned and walked into the living room again. She dropped to the edge of the sofa and felt the end of the dress.
"I wonder what the hell color she wants?" she asked, scratching her head again.
CHAPTER TEN
Karen hurried down the street. She reached her house, opened the front door, and dropped her books quickly on the sofa. She walked to the window and peered out. Eve was coming down the street. She was carrying her books in front of her. She was wearing a short skirt and her hair was tied behind her back. Her blouse was open at the neck and Karen could see a small stretch of her chest as she ambled down the street toward the house.
Karen reached down and plunged her hand between her legs. She pressed herself tight and moaned softly. Then she pulled away from the window and slumped against the wall. She closed her eyes and wilted. Soon, her panties were soaked and pressing against her.
She turned her head. Bernie was standing at the kitchen door with a glass of milk in his hand. He was completely naked. He was looking at her and there was a slight smile on his face.
Lowering her hand from her legs, she stared at his face. There were large circles under his eyes. He looked as though he had not slept in a week. She looked over her shoulder at the window, then crossed the room toward him. She stopped a few feet in front of him and touched his chest. She worked her fingers about the short curls, then flattened her hand on his stomach. Slowly she moved her hand over his hard belly and touched his pubic hair. She scratched it lightly then moved her fingers down and flipped his penis back and forth.
"I'm going to put you in something new today. Something real tight and warm. You'll love it in there," she said as she held his penis and it started swelling in her hand. It rose and stood hard.
Karen removed her hand and stepped closer. She took the glass he was holding and took a drink, looking at him over the rim of the glass. She placed the glass on the counter in the kitchen and turned to him.
"Did you know someone saw us together the other day?" she asked, as her fingers wrapped around his penis and moved back and forth lovingly.
Bernie drew his head back. "What are you talking about?"
Karen touched his chest and smiled. "You remember when we were doing it and there was a noise in the front room. I told you it sounded like someone was there."
"Yeah, I was worried it was your mother. I called her when you went out. Where the hell did you go anyway?" he asked.
Karen held his penis and worked her hand again. "I went next-door. When I got there she was playing with herself. I walked into the room and she told me it was her. She had come over that afternoon and watched us from the hall. She watched the whole thing," she said as she moved her hand away and touched his buttocks playfully.
Bernie reached back and grabbed her hand. He pushed it away and stepped back. His face narrowed with fright. "What did she say? Did she say anything?"
Karen laughed and slipped her arms about him. She pressed herself against him and parted her legs. She rubbed herself up and down against his hardness and laughed against his neck. "What could she say. She was peeking. She was in our house and she was peeking. There wasn't much she could say. The only thing she did manage to talk about was how excited she got. She watched you doing it to me and got all worked up."
Bernie moved his hands up and down her back. He pulled her closer and lifted her dress. He worked his hand into her panties and cupped them over her buttocks, smoothing his palms over the thick globes and working his fingers between them. Then he lifted her and stabbed his penis against her. "Did you do anything to her?" he asked as he grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Karen lifted her body and the panties rolled past her buttocks, down her legs and off her feet. She opened her legs as he touched her mound. One finger worked gently into her vagina and moved back and forth.
Karen groaned and her legs tightened about his sides. She dropped her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, tilted to one side and lifted her legs, reached down with one hand and pushed his finger deeper.
"I did do something but I wanted to do more. I wanted to do everything with her. I wanted to, but all I got to do was this," she said as her hips started churning against his hand.
Bernie stepped between her legs and removed his fingers. He worked his hands under her soft buttocks and pulled her toward the edge of the counter.
"Let me go in once," he said.
Karen lifted her knees and wiggled to the end of the cupboard. She felt him against her and soon he was moving inside. She touched his buttocks and pulled him against her, driving his penis all the way into her. Then she threw her arms about him and groaned.
"I wanted her so much that afternoon. I was nearly crazy when I saw her. She was so nice-looking between her legs. It was so tight when I got my finger in it," she said as she peppered his neck with kisses.
Bernie stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her. He touched her hips and slowly pulled himself out.
"You got your finger in her?"
"Yes. Once she let me do it. Then she got scared or something. She stopped me."
Bernie turned and walked to the window. He drew aside the curtain and looked at the house next-door.
"You actually touched her?" he asked.
Karen nodded and jumped off the cupboard. She walked to the window beside him. She pushed aside the curtain and looked at the house next-door. "She's kind of shy. She was worried yesterday but I know she wanted to do it. I could tell she wanted to do it. When I touched her she had that expression on her face."
Bernie reached over, lifted her dress, and moved his hand slowly up the back of her legs. He touched her soft buttocks and leaned to kiss her throat, moving the side of his hand against her buttocks and reaching between her legs. He touched her moistness and rubbed his fingertips against the lips.
"I got real excited when I saw you with Cora. When her fingers were all the way inside you, I got real excited," he said as he pressed his hand against her wet mound.
Karen moaned and opened her legs, working her hips back and forth against his hand. Bernie worked his finger against her and wiggled it into her vagina, pressing it deep and wiggling it about, and moving it in and out. She held his shoulders and arched back, stretching away from his body and dropping her head back. She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open. She took a deep breath and looked at the window behind her.
Again, she remembered the sight of Eve's legs the day before, and her hips started working eagerly. She remembered the sight of the girl's soft belly, and the heat rushed into her loins. She straightened up and threw her arms about him. "Hold me. Hold me," she called wildly.
Bernie moved his hand away from her. He gripped her buttocks and pulled her against him. Karen pulled her dress up, parted her legs, and worked her hips back and forth. His penis rushed up and down on her stomach and the heat seared her mind, making it impossible for her to think. She raised herself to her toes, worked her hips back and forth, and forced his penis between her legs.
She touched his chest softly. "We could do the same thing we did yesterday. All you would have to do is wait until I had her. Then you could come stumbling into the room and she would be trapped."
Bernie stared at her for a moment. Then he turned his head and dropped his hands from her shoulders. He walked across the room and leaned against the stove.
"I can't do it. After yesterday, I just can't do it. After what I did yesterday, I just couldn't let myself get away with it," he said softly.
Karen sagged and slapped her hands against her legs in despair. She walked across the room and cupped his face. She stared at his eyes and shook her head, wishing he would understand.
"Cora wanted it. She would never have let you do it if she had not wanted it. She loves that stuff. Her body needs that kind of love-making and she wanted it. If she hadn't, you would never have done a thing to her. I know that and so did she," she said as she leaned and affectionately rubbed her face against his chest.
Bernie reached out and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms about her. He closed his eyes and dropped his head against her shoulder. "I liked it and I know it. I just can't get over the idea that it was wrong. I just can't get over that idea," he said as he gingerly rubbed her buttocks beneath her dress.
Karen moved her hands behind his back. She rubbed the thick muscles and moved her fingers to his shoulders. She kneaded him there, then slipped one hand down his stomach. She touched his heavy penis and wrapped her fingers about it. Then, gently, tickled the sensitive spot near the knob.
"Just so you enjoy it. That's all that counts, honey. Just so you enjoy it," she said as she felt him swell in her fingers.
Bernie moved his hips slowly back and forth and watched her fingers move on his penis.
"Kiss me," he said, softly, as he combed his fingers through her long brown hair.
Karen dropped to her knees. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, parting her lips. Bernie touched her and pulled her head closer. His penis rushed in and he closed his eyes and slammed against the cupboard behind him. Moving his hips back and forth wildly, he looked down and watched as he plunged deeper.
Karen waited a moment then drew back. She looked up and lightly placed her fingers about him. She moved them back and forth and watched his eyes close. She heard his gasping breath and released him. She stood up and touched the side of his face.
"You see it is just what you want. I did what you wanted because I wanted to do it. If I hadn't wanted to it would have been wrong, but I j wanted to. Eve is the same way. She wants to. I know she wants to. She's just shy about it. She admitted she got excited the other day. She admitted she liked looking at it," Karen said as she dropped against him again.
Bernie held her close and looked at the window. "I saw her once in her shorts. What a body that girl has. I remember, at the time, I wanted her."
Karen pulled away and touched his face. "You come over in a few minutes. Just give me enough time to get things set up," she said as she turned with elation and rushed across the room.
Eve was sitting on the sofa in the front room. She was reading a magazine when the door behind her opened. Her brother walked into the room beside her. He was walking across the room in his jockey shorts. His body was covered with sweat. He had been working with his springs and other weight lifting equipment in his room and was on his way to the kitchen.
When she saw his thick buttocks, Eve's face flashed with a grimace. She closed her eyes and turned her head. "Why don't you put something on?" she called as he stepped into the kitchen.
Jimmy walked to the ice box and opened the door. He took out a bottle of milk and stepped to the sink, looking at her from the kitchen and smiling bitterly. "Why should we hide from each other. I saw you yesterday and you saw me. I saw you doing it to yourself, you remember?"
Eve turned her head and bounced on the sofa. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes again. "You're disgusting, you know that?" she said sharply.
"No worse than you," Jimmy said as he poured the milk into the container and turned for the ice box. He returned the bottle to the box and stepped out of the room. He took a sip of his drink and looked at her over the rim of his glass.
"Have you ever gone all the way?" he asked.
Eve turned and looked at him, her face bright red. "You are disgusting," she said softly as she turned her back to him again and picked up her book.
Jimmy stepped to the sofa and sat down behind her. He looked at her long blond hair and lightly touched the ends of it. Then pulled it out of the way of her ear and stared at it.
"Have you ever gone all the way?" he asked.
He touched the side of her neck, then moved his fingers slowly down and worked them under her dress.
Goose flesh formed on Eve's arms. She shivered and wiggled in the chair, then jumped away and pulled herself out of reach of his hands.
"You never talk to me like that again. You never talk to me like that again. I'm your sister."
Jimmy leaned back in his chair. He looked up and shook his head. A smile formed on his lips.
"You're not my sister."
Eve looked at him as though he were joking. When she noticed the serious expression on his face, concern worked its way into her stomach. "What are you talking about?"
Jimmy turned his head and scratched the side of his face. He got up and walked to her. "You aren't, honey. Mom told me. You were adopted. You aren't even my real sister."
Eve shook her head in astonishment. "You're kidding me. That isn't so. That isn't so," she said as she knifed her fingers into her hair. She turned and walked toward the desk. His words hurt. She felt weak and could not control the horrid feeling of emptiness she was feeling.
"You are kidding. Tell me now. Tell me you're just kidding," she said softly.
Jimmy stepped across the room, touched the ends of her hair and brushed them back from her neck. He leaned against her and touched his lips to her ear, and moved his tongue against it.
Eve was crying, but the goose flesh formed. She leaned back against him and turned her head, imploring him with her eyes. "Please tell me it isn't true."
Jimmy looked at her red lips and leaned forward. Lightly, he touched her mouth and brushed his tongue over her lips.
"You aren't my sister. Actually, you're not even related to me. Mother told me. She told me she took you in when you were a child," he said softly.
Eve groaned and pushed herself away from him. His shorts were bulging. He reached down and pushed them over his pulsing penis. The penis came into view and pointed right at her.
Eve stared at his testicles, and her body grew warm. She took a deep breath and turned her head.
"Tell me it isn't true," she said softly.
Jimmy looked at her hands. They were at her sides. He walked forward and touched the thick knob of his penis against the back of her hand. Eve moved her hand away and lifted it. She held it in front of her for a moment, then lowered it again and touched the hardness.
She moved her hand slightly. She bit her lower lip and lifted her fingers. She touched the hardness again, and this time her fingers brushed lightly along the length of him. She felt her panties become wet and wrapped her fingers slowly about him, feeling him throb in her hand.
Jimmy looked at her sharp breasts and stabbed his penis against her. "Let me do it to you. Let me do it to you," he said as one hand worked under her skirt and panties and touched her buttocks. His hand hit the cleavage and worked between it. Eve groaned and her face went limp. She pressed against him and her hands moved up and down his back. Then she realized what she was doing and stopped. She touched his hips and pushed him back, took a deep breath and turned her head.
"Don't touch me again. Please don't touch me again," she asked as she pulled his hand out of her skirt.
Jimmy cupped her face and stared into her eyes. "Let me go in you once. I just want to go in you once. I just want to do it to you once and I'll leave you alone forever," he said as he moved his hand down and pressed it over her breast.
Eve took another deep breath. She worked her fingers about his hand and pulled it from her breast. Jimmy grabbed her and pulled her around. He pressed himself against her again and moaned. He jerked her dress up and pushed her panties down. He moved against her and his heated penis touched her soft belly. He w-edged his hand between her legs and cupped her moistness.
Eve moved her hips violently about and jerked back. She shoved him with all her might and turned and ran for the bedroom, with him right behind her. She reached the inside of the room and turned. He was right there. She slapped the side of his face with her hand. He shoved her toward the bed and she fell with a thud. He jumped beside her and his hand plunged again between her legs. She kicked her legs about but his finger touched the moist area. He shoved and his finger surged into her tight channel, working past the tight barrier of her maidenhead. Eve struggled and her hips moved again. But this time her hips moved against his finger and the finger slipped inside her. Her entire body shivered once and the fight left her. The heat of his hand was too much. The hardness of his thick finger was so exciting. She stopped moving her hips and her body became quiet. She turned her head and stared at him.
Jimmy brushed the side of her face gently and pushed her hair back. He smiled. "I'll do it to you and you do it to me," he said as his finger wiggled about inside, then started moving slowly in and out.
Eve slumped against the mattress. Tears rushed down her cheeks. Her lips became parched. The heat poured through her. Her breasts surged tight and hard against her bra. Her stomach knotted angrily. Her mound became warm and started seeping about his finger. The muscles in her legs grew tight and started shivering. Jimmy pressed his finger deeper and wiggled it. The tension inside her body mounted, and she could not fight him.
"Oh Jimmy, don't ... Jimmy don't!" she whimpered.
Jimmy moved his hand back and forth between her legs. He moved against her and touched his organ against her leg. He pulled one of her legs between his and his penis pressed against her thigh. He worked his hip and his penis rode up and down.
"Open your legs, baby. Open your legs and I'll make it feel good for you," he said.
Eve turned her head and looked at his face. He was smiling but the tension was visible in his lips. His eyes were open but the glassy expression of need was there. She touched his lips with her fingers and became quiet. When he touched the tips of her fingers with his lips she felt a warm wave of affection and the fight was completely gone. She parted her legs slowly and lay there.
Jimmy smiled and his finger moved slowly back. He rubbed the outside of her vagina, then burrowed it, reaching the depths, and started moving it slowly in and out.
Eve felt her entire body start to glow. Her breasts were aching and her stomach was knotting again. She was hot and she felt as though she were about to faint.
"Oh Jimmy, we shouldn't ... we shouldn't," she said.
Jimmy dropped forward. He worked one hand under her head, he worked his fingers into her hair and turned her head. He looked at her parched lips, then plunged his mouth against hers and his tongue into her mouth. Eve groaned and the passion poured into her body. She felt naughtier than she had ever felt. She felt hotter than she had ever felt. She lost complete control and her hips started moving up and down.
Jimmy groaned and he slid his mouth across her face. "Touch mine," he said as his hand moved about her moist crotch and squeezed the damp lips.
Eve groaned and turned on her side. She reached down and touched his belly, and, almost apprehensively, she moved her fingers down. She touched his thick pubic hair and wrapped her fingers about him. He groaned and moved to his knees, and his penis w-edged against her mound. He reached down and pushed her hand away, and started pushing. Eve's eyes flew open wide. She felt his intrusion, and for a moment she was stunned. She felt the thick knob enter her body and move along the channel.
"Noooooo!" Eve cried when she understood completely that he was entering her. She panicked and turned to her side. She wiggled back and his penis rushed out of her. She fought herself free from under him and rolled on the bed, hit the edge, and dumped to the floor. She jumped to her feet, ran for the door, headed across the front room and threw the front door open. She raced outside, and bumped, with a thud, into Karen.
"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost," Karen said.
Eve ran to the other girl and grabbed her arm. "I've got to get away from there. Please ... please, can we go to your house?" she asked.
"Bernie's naked," Karen said. The second she said it, Karen slapped her hand over her mouth. She cursed herself under her breath.
Eve looked at Karen's house, then back at her own. "Anything is better than letting him be first," she said as she turned and ran across the yard. She threw open the front door to Karen's house and stepped into the front room. Bernie appeared at the door to the kitchen, stark naked. She looked at the smoldering desire in his eyes and smiled. She reached down and undid the side of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then undid her blouse and bra, letting her breasts spring free.
Bernie looked at her and she felt the excitement mount inside her. She stepped across the room, stood in front of him and grabbed his hand, pulled it toward her and placed it over her mound. "Take me while I want it so much. Take me before I change my mind," she said.
Two minutes later, Eve was lying on the bed. Her legs were parted as wide as they would go. Her eyes were squeezed tight together. Bernie was kneeling between her legs and his penis was completely inside her. He was moving from side to side, twisting himself in. Eve felt more heat then than she had ever felt. She felt more alive than she had ever felt. She touched him and loved it, stroked him and loved it, moved her hips back ind forth and loved the pain that went shooting i jwn her legs.
She pushed up and stared at the huge penis and moved her hips up and down. She watched it enter and leave and then lifted her hips high, pressing her groin against his stomach and rotating.
"Oh, lie on me. Press me into the mattress hard, as hard as you can," she called.
Bernie pushed her against the mattress. He reached back and drew her knees up and started drilling hard and deep, sending wave after wave of pain flushing through her.
Eve moaned and turned her head. Karen was lying there with her feet near Eve's head. Her hips were near their hips. The girl's legs were open. Eve touched Karen's legs and Karen wiggled up. Eve moved her hand down the leg and touched the moist mound. She wiggled two fingers, and Karen thrilled as they pierced into her body. She wiggled her fingers and Karen started rolling her hips. Eve looked, and the sight of what she was doing thrilled her. She wiggled as best she could and loved the pain.
Bernie watched and moved his hips back and forth. His face tensed with passion and his penis worked about. He turned his head and watched the fingers which were working against Karen, and smiled. Slowly, he drew back and his huge penis slipped out, leaving Eve gaping and emptier than she had ever felt.
She looked at him and he touched her shoulder. He turned her on her side and pushed her toward Karen. Karen was lying on her back staring at her. She was imploring Eve with her eyes. Eve looked at the moist mound, then dropped to her back.
"I can't. I just can't," she said.
Before she knew what happened, Karen had bounded to her knees and plunged her face between her legs. Karen's tongue touched the moist center and stabbed. It soothed the pained tissue, and Eve shivered. Eve turned her head and looked up. She touched one soft buttock, and moved her hand on Karen's body lovingly. The excitement rushed through her and she moved her hand between the girl's legs. She touched the moist mound and her finger stabbed. Karen moaned and lifted her leg. Eve stared, and the girl's body was above her. She felt the tongue exciting her, and reached up. Desperately, she pulled Karen down and touched her with her lips, then dropped back.
Eve stared at the girl, again, at the thick buttocks. Then a small smile came over her lips and she relaxed.
"I like it," she said as she slipped her arms about the girl's waist and turned her to her side. She plunged her face and lost herself in the intoxicating odor of the girl's body. She wiggled against her and flattened her breasts against Karen's belly. She bit her fingers into the girl's fleshy buttocks and twisted her hips violently as her own excitement mounted. She was bathed in heat and rolled the girl to her back.
Bernie stood at the foot of the bed. Eve raised her hips and parted her legs. He stared at the rounded buttocks and the desire stabbed into his loins. He hopped to the bed and pressed against her. Eve felt the pain and her head raised high. She stared at the wall in front of her and tears rushed down her cheeks. She felt his fingers dig into her hips and felt the blazing pain as he entered deeper and deeper. She dropped her head. The tears rushed down her cheeks and splashed against Karen's legs. Her face contorted with pain and she clamped her teeth over her lower lip. She shivered and her fingers bit into the mattress, but she never uttered a sound. Bernie grabbed her shoulders and pulled hard. His stomach flattened against her buttocks. Eve groaned with pain. She smiled and dropped forward, wrapping her arms about Karen's hips. She moved her knees apart and tilted up toward him.
"Go, darling," she whispered.
Bernie dropped to her back and curled his hands under her. He cupped her breasts and mauled them. He moved his hips and his face narrowed with tension. His face contorted wildly and he pressed against her. He held himself there and a smile came across his lips. Then he raised up and looked down. He drew back and stared at himself. He looked at his penis then staggered off the bed. He walked out of the room and slammed against the wall. He slapped his hands over his face and started sobbing, deep wrenching sobs.
Eve raised her head and looked back. She could not see him and rolled away from Karen. She dropped to her back and parted her legs. She touched herself with both hands and started laughing.
"I used to think I was so damn pure. Can you imagine that? I used to think I was so pure," she said as she slapped her hands over her face, rolled to her stomach and started laughing wildly.
Eve laughed harder and her stomach knotted. She slapped her hands to her stomach and pressed. Then she rolled to her back and held herself for a long time. The laughter stopped and she looked at the ceiling. The giggled breath ceased and suddenly tiny tears started rushing down her cheeks, dripping to the white sheet beneath her head. She felt the tears rushing along her skin and it tickled but she did not brush them away.
Finally Eve closed her eyes and rolled over. Her fingers curled about the sheet and pulled it to her face. She pressed it against her eyes and moaned.
"What have I done? What have I done to myself? What have I done to myself?" she said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eve ground her teeth angrily and picked at her food. She looked up and eyed her mother who was seated across the table.
Harriete looked at her daughter and lowered her fork to the side of her plate. She sank back in her chair and looked at her son, then at her daughter again. She cocked her head suspiciously and wiped her hands on her napkin.
"What's the matter with you tonight?" she asked Eve.
Eve wiggled back in her chair. She picked up her fork and stabbed one pea. She picked the pea up and stared at it for a moment, then pointed her fork down and banged the tip against the plate. She hit another pea and robotically lifted her fork. She turned the fork and aimed it for her mouth. Then she opened her mouth adroitly and stabbed the fork inside, mechanically closed her mouth and pulled the fork out.
Jimmy watched the doll-like movements of his sister and burst into laughter. He looked at his mother and slapped his hand over his mouth when he saw her disapproving stare. He moved back in his chair and bowed his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
Harriete's face tensed with anger. She slammed her napkin down and propped her elbows on the table. She folded her hands before her and looked at her daughter. "Would you mind telling me what the problem is?" she asked as her dark eyes narrowed slightly.
Eve turned in her chair. She propped her chin on her hand and stared at the clock, then sighed a deep sigh of boredom and lifted her fork again.
Harriete waited for the girl to start eating again. The seconds passed and, when Eve did not make a move, Harriete's face narrowed with sorrow. She stared at her daughter's lovely face, then bowed her head shyly.
"Can't you tell me what the problem is?" she asked softly.
Eve looked up bitterly and mashed tier teeth together. She looked fleetingly at her mother, then at her brother. She stared into her brother's eyes until he bowed his head, then turned and started rolling her food about in her plate, thoughtfully.
"I never used to believe in fairy tales. Even when I was younger and you used to read to me, I never believed in a fairy tale. But now I do. I've seen a few things happen during the past few days to make me believe in fairy tales," Eve said halfheartedly.
Harriete looked at her daughter, then her son. She reached up and scratched the side of her face, bewilderedly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
Eve slammed her fork down. "I'm talking about lies. I'm talking about lies people tell other people. I'm talking about lies parents tell their children about themselves and everything else. I never knew before, I wasn't your child. I never had any idea of that. You could have had the decency to tell me without me having to find out from someone else."
Harriete rocked back in her chair. She turned and looked at her son with scorn. "You told her, didn't you? After you promised never to tell her, you had to go out and blab about it," she said.
Eve rocked back. Before, she had still had doubts about the truthfulness of Jimmy's words. She sank back against her chair and her face went limp. The strength drained out of her cheeks. Her eyes became sorrowed and distant. Her hands stopped moving and she placed them against the sides of her plate. She stared at the food on her plate and slowly pushed her dish out of the way. Tears rushed to her eyes and she blinked. The tears rushed down her cheeks and dripped to her blouse. She moaned and touched her hand to her throat. She swallowed hard, then turned and slumped her face into her hands, sobbing deeply.
"Why didn't you tell me. Why didn't you tell me before? Why did you have to make me live through the lies. Why did you make me feel at home, then take it away from me like this?" she asked as she shook her head against her hands.
Harriete pushed her chair back and got up. She stood near the side of the table and looked at her daughter.. Her lower lip sagged with defeat and she took a deep breath, trying to gain her strength. She stepped around the table and placed her hand affectionately on her daughter's shoulder. She squeezed her gently and patted her shoulder.
"We never told you because it made no difference. You are as much our child as anyone.
You are as much our child as you could be. What difference does it make that you were adopted. What difference on earth could that make to you at all," she asked.
Eve turned, and her eyes narrowed. She looked at her mother and shook her head. Then she looked at the hands on her shoulders and drew back. She wiggled away from the hands and pried herself loose. She got free and bounded out of the chair. She sobbed, then turned and ran out of the room.
Harriete turned and looked at her son. Her face was as red as a beet. "You had to go open your mouth, didn't you? You had to tell her after I begged you to promise. You had to go tell her," she said.
Harriete started shaking. She stared at her son and her eyes narrowed with scorn. Jimmy cowered back and raised his hands before his face. He looked up. Harriete swung her hand and cracked it against his face.
"You had to tell her. You had to tell her!" Harriete cried as she knifed her fingers into his hair and started whipping his head back and forth.
Jimmy groaned with pain. Tears rushed down his cheeks. "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!" he shouted.
Harriete's fingers twisted in his hair. Violently, she snapped him back and forth. Then she pulled her hands away from his head and turned her back. She slumped into the chair by the table, dropped her face into her hands, and started weeping softly.
"Why did you have to tell her. You know how sensitive she is about everything. Why did you have to tell her?" she asked.
Jimmy bowed his head and looked between his legs. He stared at the zipper on his fly, then pushed back his chair. He got up and turned for the back door, pushed it open and staggered out into the drive, making his way toward the seclusion of the backyard.
Harriete turned when she heard the door close. She got up and walked into the front room and stood there for a moment looking toward the door to her daughter's room. She opened the door. Eve was lying on the bed sobbing softly. Her face was buried in the mattress and her hands were pressed against the sides of her head. Her shoulders were convulsing strongly.
Harriete stepped to the bed and lowered herself calmly to the edge, not wanting to disturb the girl to flight. She placed her warm hand on Eve's shoulder and patted her.
"You were young when your parents died.
Your mother was a good friend of my husband and me. We just couldn't let them take you away. We just couldn't let them take you to some home," she said as she rubbed the girl's back affectionately.
Eve raised her head and turned. She looked at the arm moving, and felt the hand on her back. Then she dropped her head and rubbed her face against the mattress.
"Leave me alone. Please leave me alone," she said.
Harriete's hand stopped. Her face narrowed with sorrow. She got up and walked out of the room, closing the door.
Eve rolled on her back. She stared at the ceiling and shook her head with disgust. Then she lifted her knees absentmindedly, and her dress skimmed down her legs. The hem of her dress rested against the upper part of her thighs. Her legs became completely visible and her panties were showing. She lay with her hands clasped behind her head, staring at the ceiling. Then she noticed the picture on the dresser. She got up and walked across the room, took the picture and placed it in the drawer face down. She closed the drawer.
She wondered who she was and where she came from. She wondered about her face and her body now. Suddenly, she felt so distant and so apart from the world about her.
Turning from the dresser, she noticed the window. Her brother was standing, his eyes over the lower sill, looking about the room.
Eve closed her eyes and leaned against the dresser. She felt a weird excitement as his eyes roamed her. She felt the same sensation she had felt when Bernie was looking at her earlier that afternoon. She felt the excitement rushing into her body, and she was shivering with some strange and naughty feeling.
Eve looked down at the hem of her dress. Then she looked at the door and stepped across the room to it. She turned the key in the lock and stepped to the dresser again. The eyes were still at the window. He was still looking at her. Eve looked into the mirror and smiled bitterly. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. Trembling slightly, she pulled the hem of her dress up and over her shoulders. She stood there in her panties and bra.
The same thrill rushed through her. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. Her breasts sprang free and her nipples swelled when they came in contact with the cool air. She dropped her bra aside and curled her fingers into her panties. She pushed the material down and exposed her buttocks.
Eve turned from the dresser. She avoided looking at the window and stepped to the bed. Her breasts jiggled and the thrill rushed through her. She dropped to the bed, flattened her breasts against the mattress, parted her legs, and pressed her loins down. Then she rolled over and went to her back. She parted her legs wide and pointed her feet toward the window. She turned until her crotch was facing the window. She drew her legs back and thrilled wildly as she felt his eyes hungrily moving up and down her buttocks and mound.
"I lost my virginity today and every bit of it was delicious," she said as her hands moved up and down her buttocks.
Touching herself, she thrilled as she felt his eyes watching her. She thrilled as she realized he was watching her do something intimate to herself.
"What do I have to worry about now?" she asked softly.
Boldly, she looked at the window, got up and crossed the room. She opened the window, then stepped and turned off the light, stepped back to the window and leaned out. She looked at Jimmy and touched his face. She moved her fingers into the thick red hair and pulled him toward her. She touched her lips against his and he lifted himself to his feet. His hand slid down her chest and curled about her breast. Eve groaned and touched her tongue to his lips. She worked it against his mouth and wiggled it inside. She touched her hand to the back of his and pressed it against her breast. Her breast churned under his heated palm. The heat flushed into her face and her tongue worked against his. She moaned, and when she lost her breath she pulled her head away.
"I think we should go for a ride somewhere," she said as she moved back.
Jimmy swallowed hard and drew his hand away from her breast. He stepped back from the window.
Eve straightened up and walked through the darkness to the dresser. She found the small bottle of perfume and touched the cap to her legs and under each breast, then turned and walked to the bed, found her dress and slipped it over her body. She went to the door, turned the key in the lock, and stepped into the front room. Her mother was sitting on the sofa, and looked up as she entered.
"I'm going out!" Eve said sharply.
"Where are you going?" Harriete asked.
"Out, I said," Eve said coldly as she stepped toward the door. Harriete looked up. "Eve?" she called.
Eve stopped at the door but did not turn about.
"I love you very much," Harriete said softly behind her.
Eve closed her eyes and turned the knob. Without saying a word, she opened the door and stepped out. She slammed the door behind her and walked toward the drive. Jimmy was standing by the car and opened the door for her. Eve dropped into the front seat and a few moments later he started the car and pulled out of the drive.
Minutes later, the car was parked on the highway near the ocean. Eve could hear the pounding surf as she looked out at the moon. Somewhere, off in the distance, a gull was calling out.
She slid across the seat and pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Jimmy's face went limp and he lifted his hips. She pulled his trousers and shorts down his legs, then pulled him around and let him drop to his back on the seat. She placed his head in her lap and stared at the ocean as her hand touched his legs. Then she looked at his penis and moved her soft palm up and down along the hard underside. She leaned toward his hips and moved her fingers between his legs. She touched his testicles and lifted them gently. Then she released him there and moved her hand on his penis. She wrapped her fingers about him and started moving her hand up and down.
Jimmy groaned and turned on his side. Desperately, he worked his arms about her waist. He pressed his face against her soft belly. Then he moved one hand under her dress, touched her naked legs, and moved his hand between them.
"I want you," he said as the soft legs gave way and his hand moved to her damp crotch.
Suddenly, Eve stopped his hand. She pushed it away and wiggled back. She released him and turned on the seat. Jimmy sat up and she cupped his face. She looked into his eyes and slowly shook her head.
"I came here because I was bitter. I wanted to get even with Harriete. But I've already done too much, honey. I've already done too much," she said as she slumped against him and rubbed her face against his chest.
Jimmy moved his hands affectionately against her back. He pulled her against him and pressed his face against her soft neck. He turned his head and moved his lips along her neck. He touched her ear and breathed into it.
"I want you so much," he said.
Eve pulled away and moved to the other side of the car. She looked out the window and shook her head.
"I've had time to think and I can't. Even though we aren't brother and sister we've lived that way. I just can't do it with you. I just can't," she said.
Jimmy turned and slumped behind the wheel. He placed his hands on the wheel and looked out sorrowfully. "Why did you let me touch you then? Why did you tease me?"
Eve felt sorry for him. She turned and placed her hand affectionately on his leg. She moved her fingers along his thigh and touched his hardness. She wrapped her fingers about him gently and squeezed.
Jimmy looked at her breasts and swallowed hard. Then he lifted her hem and looked at her legs. He stared at her mound and then placed his hand on her leg. Slowly, he moved his hand along the soft inner side and touched the moist mound. He slid his hand up and down against the throbbing nipple of passion and watched her eyes close and felt her hand start to move on his penis.
"Just hands. Just lie with me and let me touch you. I promise I won't go all the way until you've changed your mind," he said.
Eve looked at his swollen penis and removed her hand. She turned her head and looked at the ocean. Then she bowed her head and looked at her own hand. "You promise you won't go in me?" she asked.
"I won't force you. I just want to be satisfied. If you do it with your hand that will be enough. I can't change your mind. I won't take you until you make up your mind. I've already done enough to hurt you," he said as he rubbed her cheek affectionately and smiled.
"I won't go all the way but I will lie with you. You break your promise and I'll leave you that fast," she said as she snapped her fingers.
A few moments later they were both naked. Eve was on her side and he was pressed against her. His penis was moving up and down on her belly and her hand was holding it there. His breath was ragged and his eyes were closed. He plunged his face against her neck and whimpered.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he said.
Eve sat up quickly. She found the small box of tissue in the glove compartment. She unfolded several pieces of it on her hand and held it against him. Her fingers wrapped about his penis and, soon, he swelled and groaned as he splashed into the tissue.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bernie lay in the bed. His hands were folded behind his head. Next to him, Audrey was asleep. She was sprawled on her back and her short curly blond hair was mussed against the pillow. Her nightie was rolled over her legs. Her belly and the thick dark mound was visible. Her legs were parted and he could see everything between her legs.
Bernie turned on his side. He looked at her belly and her breasts. He stared at the dark shadows of her nipples under her nightie, and then the soft curve of her buttocks.
Bernie groaned and rolled to his back. He closed his eyes. It had been weeks since he had touched her. It had been weeks since he had felt any desire for her.
He remembered the girl that afternoon and sat up. He started shivering and placed his hands over his face. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get the sight of her buttocks out of his mind, trying to get the sight of himself taking her out of his mind.
Bernie moaned again and pushed himself from the bed. He walked out of the room to Karen's room, opened the door and peered inside. Karen was lying sprawled on her back. The sheet was off her body and her legs were parted. Her nightie was above her legs and the thick mound was visible. Bernie's face went limp with desire. He turned and looked down the hall again. The room was still visible and his wife was still on her back. He walked into Karen's room, stood by the bed for a moment, then leaned over, placed his head between her legs and kissed the soft curls.
Karen moaned and her hand moved down. She touched the back of his neck and her fingers closed about him. Bernie tried to get up but she pushed him again. Bernie looked down and her legs opened wider. He stared at the mound again and pressed his face against it. He worked his tongue against the cleavage and found the damp entrance. He plunged his tongue. Karen moaned and her hips trembled. She compressed her buttocks together and surged her hips toward his lips.
"I wish I was married to you," he said. "Is she asleep?"
Bernie turned and looked down the darkened hall. "Yeah," he whispered.
Karen looked at his hips and touched him there. She moved her hand under his pajamas and touched his chest. She smoothed her hand against his hair and then pressed her face against his stomach. She found his navel and touched it with her tongue.
"I love you so much. I love you so damn much," she said as she dropped back and looked up at him. She moved her hand on his stomach, smiled, and, gently, her fingers curled about his penis.
Bernie felt the fire leap into his loins. He turned on the bed and anxiously looked down the hall. The hall was clear and he turned and looked at Karen. He stared at her small mouth and the hunger ripped through him. He worked his hand under her head, lifted her, pulled her toward him, and pushed his pajamas down. He held the back of her neck and guided her to his penis. Her lips touched and he drove up. His penis entered her warm mouth and her tongue lashed him. His eyes watered and, again, he looked over his shoulder at the hall.
Karen took a deep breath and pulled away. She held him with one hand and darted a series of kisses along his penis. Then she held the knob and stared at it.
"I love doing it to you like this," she said as she leaned and hungrily feasted on the knob.
Bernie closed his eyes and touched her back. He slid his hand along the soft heat of her and touched her buttocks. He pressed against the cleavage and pulled her nightie out of the way. Then he dropped forward and his head landed on her hip.
"I want you so much," he said as his hand moved softly back and forth upon her buttocks.
He felt the heat of desire, but looked at the hall, and turned from the bed. He walked out of the room and into the front room to the liquor cabinet. He poured two fingers of whiskey and poured it down his throat. Then he noticed the window across the way and his eyes became sad.
"What a pervert I am. What a stinking pervert," he said as he poured another drink. His eyes started watering as the liquor hit his stomach. He walked back into his bedroom.
Audrey was still in the same position. Bernie ignored her and dropped to his side of the bed. He fell to his back and closed his eyes. He felt the liquor start its work and soon his muscles were relaxing. His penis went dead and the tension melted away. He fell into a shallow sleep.
"Nooooooo," he cried in his sleep. "NOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted as he suddenly snapped out of sleep and sat up.
He blinked and stared at the dresser in front of the bed. His face was white.
Audrey was awake. She looked at him and touched the side of his face. Her hand smoothed his cheek and she felt the wetness of his skin.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked softly.
Bernie looked at her hand and pulled away. He turned his head and dropped to the bed, hoping she would not touch him again. Ignoring her, he closed his eyes, wiggled against the pillow, and the booze started working again.
Audrey looked at his shoulders, and touched his neck. Bernie groaned and pulled away from her. He wiggled closer to the other side of the bed. Audrey's face narrowed. She pulled her hand away and dropped it limply to the side. She stared at him and shook her head. "Do you really hate me that much? Does it upset you that much to have me touch you?" she asked.
She got up and walked to the front room. She had smelled liquor on his breath. She picked up his glass, then lowered it to the cabinet and found a cigarette. Leaning against the liquor cabinet, smoking, she looked at the hall leading into her room as her face narrowed with sorrow. "He used to like to touch me. He really liked it once," she said as she looked down.
Audrey placed her hand under her breast. She lifted it and stared at the nipple. Then she released it and turned about. Her hand shook and she reached for the bottle of liquor. She poured a drink and took a deep swallow. She hated the taste of it but the feeling in her stomach was warm and good. She swallowed the rest of the drink, then ran to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water and hurriedly drank that down.
She turned at the sink and slumped against it. She stared at the wall across the room and shook her head in disgust. "Could he be? Could he be cheating on me? Could that be possible?" she asked herself. Scratching the side of her face, she started back into the bedroom. She stopped at the door and looked at him. Bernie was lying there, tossing his head about. His face was limp with sleep, but his eyes, even though closed, were moving about. She could tell by the way his lids were working, his eyes were moving.
Bernie rolled to his stomach. His arm slapped against the side of the bed where Audrey usually slept. He moaned, then tossed to his back and kicked his legs as though he were caught in a net, trying to get out. He groaned again, then twisted his head. "Nooooooo. Nooooooo. Nooooooo. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it, Eve. I didn't mean it, Eve."
Audrey's face went limp. She cocked her head to one side and stepped closer to the bed.
Bernie tossed his head about. Then his eyes opened and he stopped rolling. He looked at her and slowly turned to his side. He sat up and pressed his hands over his face. "What a dream I had," he said as he wiped his hand along the back of his neck.
Audrey stepped to the bed and sat by his side. She touched the back of his neck and smiled. Gingerly, she rubbed the muscles and worked her fingers about. Bernie dropped his head and moaned deeply. Then he pulled away and got up. He turned and started for the door, leaving her at the bed.
"What were you dreaming of, honey?" she asked. "Huh?"
Audrey looked at him and got up. She stepped across the room and touched the side of his face, affectionately. "What were you dreaming of, darling?" she asked softly.
Bernie pulled his face away. He looked at her and his face narrowed with fear. "Did I say anything? What did I say? Did I say anything?" he asked.
Audrey leaned and touched her lips to the side of his face. "No, darling. You didn't say a word. You were just rolling about as though you were dreaming, lover. You just had a bad dream," she said as she placed her hand over his penis and rested it there.
Bernie looked down and stepped back. "I need a drink," he said as he turned away.
Audrey stood at the door and folded her arms in front of her. She cocked her head suspiciously to one side. "I wonder if you've been playing Adam in the Garden of Eden behind my back," she said as her eyes narrowed. She turned and walked back to the bed.
"I wonder who Eve is?"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eve tapped her fingers listlessly on her desk. She looked at the clock above Mrs. Anderson's desk. It was nearly time for the class to get out. The minute hand was just about to click once more toward four o'clock.
She closed her eyes, pressed her hand against them, and moaned softly. She was almost afraid to go home, almost afraid to face her brother. They had done nothing the night before except what he had promised, but she was not so sure of herself.
The clock ticked its final minute. The bell rang and echoed through the room. The other kids in class started for the door. Eve remained in her seat, tapping her fingers on the desk. She looked at the clock and knew her brother would be late today. He would not get home until nearly five. Eve took a deep breath and got up. The rest of the class was gone by the time she gathered up her books and turned for the door.
Mrs. Anderson turned and looked at Eve. "Have you decided which school you will go to?" she asked as she reached down for her purse.
Eve stopped at the door and turned. She shrugged. "I still don't know what school to go to. Most likely I should just decide to go around here. That would solve most of the problems."
Mrs. Anderson got up. She stepped toward the girl. She held her purse in front of her and bobbed slightly on her toes and heels. "You should try thinking for yourself. Don't consider your mother so much in making your decision."
Instantly Eve's face turned bright red. She looked up and her lower lip started trembling. She closed her eyes and small tears collected in the corners of her eyes. Sniffing loudly, she turned and walked to the door. She stopped at the door.
"I don't know what I'm going to do from one minute to the next. I just don't know," she said as she gathered her books to her bosom and started running wildly down the hall. Still weeping, she darted down the outer steps and headed across the yard. She reached the street and ran until she reached her house. She threw open the front door and stopped.
She was alone, and slumped against the door. She lowered her books and took a deep sigh. Then she pushed herself away from the door, staggered across the room and dumped her books on the sofa. She turned and wandered out of the room, stepping into her brother's room. Eve looked at the bed and shook her head.
"I just can't do it with you. I just can't. I can't let myself do that. I've gone so far in the past few days. Everything just seems to be leaving me. I want you but I can't. No matter what, I can't do it," she said as she stepped toward the bed.
She lowered herself to the edge of the bed, placed her hand upon his pillow and rubbed her palm against it. Then she leaned and lightly touched her lips to the soft cloth. She turned her head and pressed her face against the warmth there, closed her eyes and relaxed slightly.
Eve held her eyes half open. She stared at the wall across the room, and then she closed her eyes. "I just can't. She tried so hard to keep the truth from me. I can see now it was for my own good. I can see now it was for me, and I was so foolish," she said as she moved her hand across the mattress and touched the other side of the bed.
On the floor by the bed was a pair of his shorts. She looked at them and her mouth fell open with longing. She looked at her hand and could still feel the heat of his body the night before. She leaned over. Longingly she picked up the shorts and placed them on the bed next to her. Then she placed her hand over the crotch of them and leaned forward. "The way you touched me," she said as she leaned and brushed her cheek lovingly against them. Turning on her back and reaching down, she drew the hem of her skirt up and curled her fingers under her panties. She pushed them over her buttocks and down her legs, then placed them on the bed next to her brother's.
Eve sat up and turned toward the panties. She looked at them for a moment and her face narrowed with thought. A small smile formed on her lips and she picked up her brother's shorts. She took a deep breath and, slowly, she placed her brother's shorts over hers, just like they would be if he were in them and lying upon her. The sight of them stirred her. She dropped to the bed on her back, pulled her skirt up, and drew her knees back. Fumbling, she reached for his shorts. She held them in her hand and placed them over her mound.
She rubbed the shorts back and forth along the cleavage of her mound. Her nerves tingled with need.
"I wanted you so much last night," she said.
Lowering her feet to the bed, she held the panties against her mound and moved her hips up and down. Her legs closed about her hand and she pressed it tight. Then she parted her legs and poked her finger against the nipple. She held the cloth against herself and rubbed it gently.
The excitement exploded through her. She arched and her face contorted. Her legs trembled and her hips jerked up and down in rapid succession. Holding the shorts against her, she rolled to her stomach, pressed her loins against the bed and parted her legs wide. She worked her hips hungrily against the mattress and pulled the spread against her face.
A door opened outside the room. Eve rolled over and trembled with expectation. "Is that you, Jimmy?"
It was quiet outside the room. Eve lay trembling, and was worried it was her mother. She knew Harriete would not get off work until about six, but was afraid something might have gone wrong, sending the woman home early. As she started off the bed, footsteps were heard in the hall. She turned, and Bernie was standing there completely naked.
Eve dropped to her seat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. Her face went limp with desire and her eyes moved. She looked at his penis and the passion ached in her loins, and her breasts surged against her bra.
She stared at him and her fingers went to her blouse. She undid the buttons and pulled the material from her skirt, tossed it aside and reached behind her back. She undid her bra and skirt and, naked, dropped back to the bed. She wiggled against the mattress and drew her knees back.
Bernie stepped to the bed. He crawled up and between her legs, looked down and gripped his penis. He placed it against her soft opening and started pushing slowly.
She was still tender but she parted her legs and reached down, touched his buttocks and pulled him forward. His penis surged into her and she closed her legs against his hips.
"Just stay in me. Just stay deep," she said as she touched her lips to the side of his face.
Bernie moved his hips back and forth a few times. His penis worked inside her and grew moist. He pushed against her, holding himself completely inside. He touched her neck and slid his lips to her ear. "I'm sorry I hurt you yesterday," he said.
Eve reached down and took his hand, and placed it over her breast. Then she reached down and placed her hand on his buttocks. She pulled him against her and parted her legs. She held him and started moving her hips up and down against him.
Bernie moved to his elbows and looked down at her. He drew back the complete length, then pushed slowly inside. He wiggled against her, then started back slowly again. He entered the depths. Eve shivered and threw her arms about him hungrily. She pulled him against her and pressed her face to his shoulder. Her hand moved hungrily on his back and she pressed him tighter against her chest.
"I was made for this. I was made for this," she called.
Bernie felt her hips dance against him, and wrapped his arms about her.
"Oh baby, were you ever, were you ever," he said as he started making long hard strokes.
Eve opened her legs wide and he went straight in and out without restriction. He hurt her a bit but she loved every minute of it. He started speeding up, and her hand touched him gently. She pulled him deep and wiggled against him. Her face contorted again with tension and she moaned....
"You bastard! You bastard!" a shrill voice screamed.
Eve looked up and someone was next to the bed. She felt Bernie being pushed, and his penis w-edged out of her body. She looked up and a hand flew across her line of view and she heard it crack against soft flesh. Another hand flew out and she caught only a glimpse before it landed with powerful force against her cheek. Eve closed her eyes with pain, and groaned. Tears rushed out of her eyes. She looked up and Audrey was standing there. Her finger was pointing directly at Eve. Her lips were twisted cruelly, and her eyes were blazing with anger.
"You little whore. You filthy little whore! You tried to steal him from me. You tried to steal the only thing I ever wanted in this world, but you ain't gonna. You just ain't gonna. I don't care if he's been doing it to you for a year, you ain't gonna have him, and get that straight."
Bernie was on the other side of the bed. He looked at Audrey for a moment, then bowed his head. He turned and flopped to the bed and Audrey walked around. She stepped out of the room and came back an instant later. She threw his clothes into his face and pointed toward the door. Bernie got up and staggered out of the room, leaving Audrey with Eve. Audrey turned toward the bed and glared at Eve.
"I'm telling you this one time. You better figure a way to get out of this place. You just better figure a way to get your ass out of town and never come back. I see you look cross-eyed at him again and I swear by the time I get through talking to your old lady she'll be ready for a nut house. You get that straight. You just get that straight in that little pointed head of yours," she said as she turned about and walked out of the room.
Ten minutes later, Jimmy came strolling down the street and bounded up the steps. He threw open the front door and walked across the living room. He reached the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks. He walked toward the bed. Eve was lying there half asleep. She was completely naked and staring at the ceiling.
Jimmy stared at her breasts and the fires licked at his loins. He undressed. His penis popped straight out and swelled. He looked at her loins and his palms started perspiring. He looked at the gaping flesh and his eyes narrowed with hunger.
He stared at the buttocks and his legs tensed and started shivering with anticipation.
Lightly, he touched her foot. He looked up and she lowered her eyes. She looked at him, then closed her eyes. Eve lay passively. Jimmy waited for her to move, for her to do something. He leaned forward when he was tired of waiting and touched her leg. He moved his hand along her soft thigh and pressed it over her mound, touching her nipple of passion.
Eve turned her head and her mouth fell open. She took a deep breath and her hips started rolling against his finger.
"Who cares? Who really cares?" she said as she turned her head avoiding the sight of him.
Jimmy looked down, he touched the moist entrance, and pushed his finger inside. He held it inside and Eve turned her head. She looked directly at him and suddenly groaned. She reached down and curled her hands angrily beneath his shoulders. She pulled him up and parted her legs wide. Her hand wrapped about his heated organ. Jimmy looked down and the fire choked off his breathing. He stared at his penis for an instant, then closed his eyes and pushed. He felt himself wedging into her tight body, and reached for her shoulders. He pulled her hard and drove himself deeper and deeper.
Rapidly, he pumped his hips and drove himself in and out. He worked his hands under her buttocks and pulled her up. He forced his bulk against her and drove as hard as he could. His passion mounted. His eyes turned to water. His breathing was like a locomotive, thundering through his nostrils. He snapped back and forth eagerly, then noticed something. He drew back and looked down at her.
Eve was lying completely limp. Her legs were parted wide, but she was not moving. Though he was buried all the way, she was not even moving a bit.
Jimmy looked at her face. She was looking at the wall. Her eyes were open, but she was just staring. There was no expression at all on her face. It was as. though he were not even there. "What's the matter?" he asked softly.
She threw her arms about him. Wildly, she rushed up against him. She threw her legs about his hips and danced about, placed her hand on his buttocks and pulled him, working her hips wildly up and down.
"Oh, baby, I'm so hot for you ... I'm so hot for you ... I'm so hot for you," she said, spitting out the words as coldly as she could.
Eve held herself against him, then grunted. She dropped her hands from his body and fell back to the bed. She dropped her knees away from his body and flopped her head back. She turned and tears started rushing from her eyes.
"Get it over with, will you?" she said sharply.
Jimmy swallowed hard as he looked at her face. The softness had disappeared from her cheeks. Her eyes looked cold and embittered. Her lips were parched and had lost that innocent freshness. He groaned and his eagerness left him; his penis slipped out of her body. He stared at her legs and started moving back, wanting to get away from her. He crept off the bed, grabbed his trousers, and ran out of the room and into the bathroom. He hopped under the shower and turned the water on, scrubbing himself quickly, wanting to get the foul touch of her body off his flesh.
In the bedroom, Eve sat up slowly. She got up and walked down the hall to her room, and wandered toward the dresser. She shook her head in disgust at herself.
"How could you have become so ugly? How could you have let yourself become so damn ugly," she said as she bowed her head.
She stared at the floor, then slowly slumped to the bed and started weeping.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Karen left the library and cradled her books under her breasts. She looked down the stairs and uttered a small groan. Mark Hamlin was standing at the base of the stairs looking like a lost swallow. He looked up, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. Karen muttered to herself as she stopped on the upper step. She turned her head trying to find some way of avoiding him. The only other way out of the building was back through the front door and out the side. That meant going through the guard's checkout stand again and that would be more trouble than it was worth.
Sighing, Karen started down the stairs. She reached the bottom step and tried side-stepping him. Mark danced into her path and stood there.
Karen stopped. In disgust, she looked up. Her face showed boredom.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Mark's face became deadly serious.
"You!" he said abruptly.
Karen burst into a riotous laugh and turned. She staggered down the path toward the street. Mark rushed up behind her and grabbed her wrist. Violently, he pulled her about, and one of her books went flying from the stack she was holding. He stepped forward and stared directly into her large brown eyes.
"We had each other once. Why don't we have each other now?" he asked bitterly.
Karen shrugged and turned about. She switched her books into one arm and leaned over for the book which had dropped.
"We don't have each other now, because I don't want you," she said shortly as she stood up and straightened the book on the stack.
"I love you. You know that? I really love you. I loved you when we were together. I loved you when we busted up. I never wanted to break up with you. I've been half crazy ever since we broke up. I need you, Karen."
Karen stared at him. An embittered expression came to her face. Her eyes narrowed.
"You don't need me. You need 'it.' You're having trouble getting 'it' and that's why you need me. That's the only reason you need me," she said as she turned about and started down the street again.
"You'll be sorry, you bitch. You'll be sorry," Mark called.
Karen whirled about. For a second she entertained the prospect of giving him the finger, but that was too public an insult even for Mark. Finally, she just crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. She turned about when she had finished and felt decidedly better. She continued down the street, feeling a bit uplifted from the confrontation.
Karen had a bounce in her step when she reached the house. She danced up the front porch and threw open the door and stepped inside. She was just about to scream for Bernie when she turned about. Her mother was sitting on the sofa with her hands clasped over her face. Loud sobs were coming from her throat.
Karen knew something was up. She looked about the house and could feel that he was gone.
Audrey lifted her head and looked at her daughter. "He left me. He left me. He just packed his bags and left about ten minutes ago. I know he loved me. I know he loved me no matter what else he did."
Karen rolled her eyes with disgust and stepped toward her mother. "Where did he go, did he say?" she asked.
Audrey covered her face with her hands, again, and sobbed softly. She shook her head.
"He just left. After what happened he just left me. He told me to go to hell and left me. Just like your father. Just like that tramp I married after your father. He was just like the both of them. The son of-a-bitch was just like the both of them but...." Audrey groaned and dropped her head back on the sofa. She closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth. "It was so disgusting. It was so disgusting. He and that ... and that lousy bitch. No shame at all. No shame at all."
"What are you talking about?" Karen asked softly.
Audrey looked at the window and her eyes narrowed angrily. She stared at the window and her hands formed tight little fists. In the next three minutes she told everything, every little detail about what had happened. She told Karen about finding them together and the threat she had given Eve. She told her about them coming back to the house and Bernie walking right into his room. She told about him coming out a few minutes later with his bags, stepping toward the door and leaving the house.
Karen shook her head. "That's terrible. I never thought he was that disgusting. Can you imagine that? Right under your very nose, Mother. What a horrible thing to do!" she said. She walked across the room and stared at the phone.
Audrey looked at her daughter. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Karen turned about and smiled. "I just thought. I haven't talked with Mark in such a long time. I thought I would give him a buzz and see what was happening," she said as she turned her back to her mother and started dialing.
Audrey leaned her head against the back of the sofa and started sobbing again. Karen turned about to face her, and again she rolled her eyes with disgust.
The phone rang on the other end, then clicked. A soft voice answered and Karen turned about. "Hello, Mark. This is Karen. I've done some thinking since I got home and, you know, you were right about what you were saying. It just took me a while to get over what I was going through," she said as she turned and looked at her mother again.
Karen chatted with Mark for a while, then walked out of the room. She stopped and touched her fingers to her chin. She looked at the phone again. Then a naughty smile came to her lips and she stepped across the room.
"Who are you calling now?" Audrey asked.
Karen turned about and grinned. "I thought I would give Cora a ring and see what was happening?"
Audrey shook her hands violently in front of her. She tossed her head about wildly. "Don't you care in the least about what happened?" she asked.
Karen shrugged. "Why should I care. I didn't have anything to do with it. I think that's about the best thing that could have happened to you, Mother. He wasn't your style, anyway," she said as she dropped the phone and stepped into the bedroom.
Karen walked to her own phone and dialed. A few moments later Cora answered.
"I'm sorry about the way things worked out, honey. I was just wondering if perhaps we could get together. I'd really like to spend the night with you," she said as she dropped back to the bed and started smiling.
The car rolled down the highway with great speed. Bernie's eyes danced from the rear view mirror to the road ahead. His hand flew frequently to his eyes and brushed away the tears. He looked out at the road ahead. The tears were making it almost impossible for him to see. He pressed his foot hard against the gas pedal and the needle on the speedometer shivered its way past one hundred. The car barreled down the coast highway. It zoomed past a policeman, who watched for a fleeting second, then kicked on his engine, and the siren started wailing.
Bernie heard the sound coming toward him in the distance. It was like a giant horn blaring behind him. He blinked and looked down at the speedometer. A grin flashed across his lips, as he turned the wheel and the car made its way around the curve. As he passed the edge, he could see the ocean. Below, the waves were hammering against the shore, making white puffs and swirling white foam. He turned and could see the sun off in the distance, on the horizon.
Bernie watched for a second and the small tip of the sun which had been visible to him disappeared and the day turned into dusk. A grey haze fell across the road. Behind him the harsh reality of the horn still blared. He looked into the rear view mirror and could see the blue uniform moving about as the policeman weaved back and forth across the road. Bernie then moved over and looked at himself. He stared into the mirror and watched his own eyes. He held his attention on them for a long moment, then slipped to the center of the front seat, switched one foot over the hump in the floor and pressed the gas pedal with the other one. He held the gas pedal down with all his might and one finger touched the side of the steering wheel.
"You bastard," he said softly as his eyes narrowed with self hatred.
Bernie grinned again and touched the wheel with more pressure. He held his finger against the side of it for a second. Then he groaned and pushed his hand under the rim. He shoved the center bar of the wheel with all his might.
The car wheels screamed and black dust billowed from beneath the frame. The car turned violently and the back wheels hit a large rock and the car started rolling. It flew across the edge of the cliff and started the long journey to the rocks below. It slammed into the rocks, bounced once, then made one giant splash as it disappeared into the cool ocean below.
Atop the hill the motorcycle droned to a stop. The policeman pushed his hat back and got off. Almost fearfully, he stepped toward the edge and looked down. All he could see below was the crashing sea.
"Goddamn fool," he said as he turned about and walked limply toward the bike.
He picked up the phone and started calling.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Eve sat at the table in the kitchen. She looked at the door and nervously bit her nails. Harriete had stepped out to borrow a bit of sugar and had not returned. Eve looked at her brother, then turned and got up. She walked into the front room and started pacing nervously back and forth. She turned and looked again into the kitchen.
Jimmy looked up and his face tensed. "What the hell are you looking at?" he barked angrily as he pushed his chair back and turned his back to her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all!" Eve screamed bitterly.
She stepped out of view of the door and continued pacing back and forth. Fear gripped her stomach and she nibbled on her nails again. She stepped to the sofa and dropped, jumped up again, stepped across the room and leaned against the desk.
"Please don't let her find out. Please don't let her find out," she implored softly as she closed her eyes, held her breath, and almost wished she could hold it for good. She turned about when the tension was too great and slapped her hands in front of her. She walked across the room again and slammed herself into the sofa. She turned and stared at the floor.
The door to the kitchen opened. Eve looked up and her heart started pounding. She waited and could hear the door to one of the cupboards slamming. Harriete then stepped into the line of view and stood there. Harriete stared at her daughter for a moment then stepped into the room. She scratched the side of her face and turned about. She looked at the door to the kitchen again and shrugged. "She was sure upset. She didn't even want to talk. She just slammed the door right in my face," Harriete said.
Harriete turned about and walked to the sofa. She slipped into a seat next to Eve and looked at her. "Did anything happen between you and Karen?" she asked.
Eve jumped up and walked across the room. She looked into the kitchen and her brother was slumped over the table. She could see the appalling guilt on his face. She could see the dark pity in his eyes. Eve turned and looked at her mother. "I'm going to school out of state, Mother," she said softly.
Harriete looked up and the blood drained out of her face. She wiped her hands on the sofa beside her and shook her head. Tears started forming in her eyes and she sniffed. She looked at her daughter for a moment, then reached for a hanky. She brushed the tears off her cheeks and managed a smile. She got up and left the room for a moment, then returned with the box containing the dress she had bought. "If you're going away you should wear this," she said as she lifted the dress from the box.
Eve looked at the dress and stepped angrily to her mother. She snapped the dress from her and folded it. She placed it quickly inside the box and shut the lid. "That's not my color, Mother."
Harriete looked down at the hand which Eve was holding over hers. Then she turned her back to her daughter and stepped across the room. "What color did you want?" she asked as she reached for a cigarette.
"Black!" Eve exploded as she ran out of the room and slammed the door.
Eve stood by the door for a moment and rubbed her hands on her arms. Then she stepped across to her room and dropped in front of the mirror. She looked at the pale and drawn expression on her face and reached for the cold cream. She undid the jar's lid and scooped some of the cream out. She looked at it at the tips of her fingers, then turned and looked at her image in the mirror.
Eve grinned at herself and leaned forward. She touched the cold cream to the mirror and started drawing one diagonal line from one corner of it to the other. She finished that line, then reached up, touched her fingers to the other corner of the mirror and drew another line, making a large "X."
Eve then dropped her hand to her side and stared at the mirror.
"I hate you so much ... so, so much," she whispered.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The station platform was crowded. People were milling about trying to find their children and give them one last kiss before they boarded the train. Porters were running about, handing large suitcases, hoisting them into the baggage car. The sounds of small metal wheels against the hardwood flooring echoed along the platform as one cart after the other was loaded and pushed to the car. The heavy grunts of men working on luggage filled the air.
Eve watched her bags being hoisted into the car. She turned to Mrs. Anderson, who was standing next to her mother.
"You'll do well in school," the woman said as she reached for Eve's hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.
Eve looked at the hand and the show of affection and slowly drew her hand away. She looked up, but found she had to avoid the woman's eyes. Instead, she looked at Mrs. Anderson's clean white forehead and ignored the rest of her.
"I thank you for all the help in the past weeks," Eve said, rather shallowly.
Mrs. Anderson smiled graciously, then looked at Harriete. She noticed the sorrowed expression on the woman's face and tapped Eve on the shoulder.
"I best be leaving and give you two a chance to say goodbye," Mrs. Anderson said as she reached again for Eve's hand.
Mrs. Anderson shook her hand, then gave that up and pulled Eve against her. She hugged her warmly and patted her back. "You were one of the best students I have ever had. Do well," she said as she gave the girl an affectionate peck on the cheek.
Mrs. Anderson walked toward the depot door and waited for Harriete. She would give her a ride home after the train left.
Harriete looked at her daughter. The sorrowed expression on her face deepened as she looked at the pale flesh. She touched her daughter's cheek and looked at her eyes. She saw the hardness and shook her head. "Won't you tell me what the trouble is, honey?" she asked softly.
Eve turned her head and looked down at herself. She was wearing the black dress. She was wearing a plain black dress, and she looked like she was going to a funeral. "There's nothing wrong, Mother," she said softly.
"Why didn't your brother come with us?" Harriete asked.
Eve turned her back to her and looked down the platform. She watched the porters push the last piece of luggage into the baggage car and turned to her mother. She shrugged and lowered her head. "I guess he had something on his mind."
"ALL ABOARD!"
A nervous tension cracked through the air. Desperation flooded the platform. Eager hands rushed about warm bodies and soft words were drowned in tears. Mothers were clinging tight to young girls and boys. Children were weeping.
Harriete embraced her daughter and pulled back. She reached up almost shyly to touch the side of Eve's face. "I love you, honey," she said as she pecked her again.
Eve looked at her mother but could say nothing. Her throat closed and the tears started. She looked at the old woman for a moment and only wished. She wished she could tell her. She wished she could say everything that was on her mind.
Eve was about to open her mouth when she turned. Standing at the other end of the platform with her arms folded in front of her was Audrey. She was bobbing impatiently back and forth on her heels and toes.
Eve looked at the woman, then pecked her mother, turned, and walked to the train. She stopped and looked back. Harriete waved like a small child, and then sobbed deeply. Eve turned and climbed aboard the cold train. She stepped down the corridor and found a seat near the window. She looked out and the tears rushed down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry," she said as she leaned against the window and covered her face with her hands.
The train groaned, then lurched ahead. Steam billowed from under the wheels. Harriete ran to the window and tapped it with her fingers. Eve could hear the woman calling outside, but she did not look up. She held her head down and pressed her fingers against her eyes. The train rolled and, somehow, she felt better when she was on her way.
The train pulled out of the station. Eve finally pulled her head back and looked down toward the depot. Harriete was standing next to Mrs. Anderson. Behind them, Audrey was only a few feet away.
Eve turned her head and looked at her hands. Her hands were shaking and her palms were damp. She looked at the fingers, then wiped her hands on her dress.
Fear gripped her stomach, and she looked back at the platform. Audrey was just a few feet away.
Eve dropped her head back and bit on her lower lip. She groaned softly and ran her hands along her arms.
"I wished I were dead. I wish I were dead. Oh damn, I wish I were dead," she said as she turned and leaned against the seat.
