Chapter 8
So we packed up and rode back to Daddy's cottage with Mel. Win and I sat in the rear of the car where he couldn't be pawing us. "Todd probably has nothing to eat in the place," Mel said when he dumped us out with our suitcase and boxes. "You'd better let us fix you hamburgers down at the house, then we'll all spend a pleasant evening."
Sure, get down and kiss Miz Blossom's hairless cunny while Mel worked on us with a dildo or his own diddler from behind.
"Shove it," I told him, and Win said slyly, "If I reported to the editor of the "Bindale Journal" that the county assessor was trying to corrupt my minor morals you'd lay off that stuff, I betcha."
We found Daddy in one of his better moods. He was overjoyed to have his daughters home again. I cooked up some staples he still had in the larder. We ate a simple but pleasant home meal and that night Win and I felt hopeful that everything was going to be all right after all. Daddy even had the cottage clean and neat.
I broke the peace with, "Have you raped any more girls since you got me down?"
It upset him for me to ask him that straight out, especially with Winnie Jo listening, but finally he confessed "There've been two, but they mostly wanted it."
"Don't give us that, Daddy," Winnie Jo spoke up in her spunky small voice. "You know very well when you were prancing like Magnussen's bull, you'd have done it to them anyhow, whether they wanted it or not."
Daddy turned red and angry but he didn't contradict Win or punish her. He never whacked us anymore. Maybe in the long run it would have been better if he had disciplined us.
Since Mom had died we'd done just about as we pleased.
"I believe I'm not as keyed up as I was," Daddy said hopefully "When Dee Blossom was here, those three days it took a lot out of me.
"I'll bet that pot of mush would take it out of Magnussen's bull," Win said and Dad nearly did slap her. She gripped my hand as we sat close together on the bench in the kitchen and I knew she was talking big to cover up her being pretty scared. Daddy ignored her smarty talk with only, "Keep that up, young lady, and you're going to be whipped."
When we were in our old bed together, Win clung to me and whispered, "He didn't fool me a bit that he isn't all keyed up any more. Don't let him knock me off, please, Carol?"
"Sure, you nut. But how can I stop him unless I let him rape me instead?"
"Run fast. And anyhow, you've already been screwed and I never, not by a man. Besides, you really liked it when he did it to you. You were humping like a house afire."
Right away the ones we had to fight off were Mel and Miz Blossom Winnie Jo and I stuck close, going to school and coming home together. I let her blister away at Mel when he propositioned us. For all the insults she pelted him with, that big politician ached to get at the seat of Win's pants so bad, he offered her a hundred dollars if she'd just let him bring her out with his finger. She only swore at him.
"Once he had me with his finger," she said, "he'd never stop until he punched old Mr.
Peckeroo up into me a mile."
Saturday when both Mel and Daddy were out in the. field and Win inside doing the, washing I busied myself with work in our garden, weeding and thinning the vegetables. I heard voices but thought at first it was the radio playing in the kitchen. Then I heard Win cry out, and I dashed inside the cottage.
There in the kitchen with the kid I found Miz Blossom who's walked down from the house and sneaked in through the other door. Win lay on the floor with her head up against the bench, her tiny panties down and dangling from one foot, her legs wide apart and her eyes shut. Miz Blossom in bikini and halter as though she were going swimming, knelt down over Win's crotch, holding Win's pussy open with her fingers, licking away in the pink gash, making the kid quiver and bounce.
I tried to pull Miz Blossom off but she kicked, twisted and fought it. Shit, I thought, as if Daddy weren't menace enough so now we have a female rapist knocking off my sister!
Win was no help at all. She held Miz Blossom's head down on herself, opened her eyes a blink, grinned and told me in a voice soggy with lust, "You came too late." Her cute little hindy pumped and wiggled, 'Too late."
"You loopy little sexenheimer!" I felt put out and depressed, even as the nooky spectacle excited me, seeing Win take Miz Blossom's greedy tongue on her clit, hearing those moans and body smackings.
I felt left out, with fears and resentments, a new ache in that tired place in my back, and with garden earth on my jeans. I'd never seen a prettier girl, believe it or not, than young Win in her flushed state even as she lay there bare-ass on the kitchen floor. And that my sister would pervert her charms that way yielding to any other woman at the tickle of a tit, was enough to make me take a very gloomy view of our future.
When it came to sexual misbehavior as the old folks would see it, I could call myself a jazz baby, too. I'd been screwed by Mel Blossom and raped by my father. I'd diddled with Win since before we'd developed our tits, and I'd gone down on Miz Blossom a number of times. So what I did now marked up little more on my rap sheet. It seemed necessary to divert Miz Blossom from my sister.
Mad at myself for giving in to those urges, I yet bent down and goosed Miz Blossom, slipped my finger up inside her bikini pants and into her moist, hot cunny. She loved it! Her hand left Win's straining white thigh to teach around and pat me.
She lifted her face a moment from Winnie Jo's seething pussy. Saliva droplets fell from her tongue and lips. "Take down my pants, Carol, baby. And take down yours."
"Hey, come on!" Win scolded, thrusting her cute little rump. Miz Blossom went back down on her again.
I unsnapped Miz Blossom's bikini and pulled it off, also the halter, leaving her naked except for sandals on her feet. I held her big-Mama tits in my hands, stroked her broad bottom, angry with myself for obeying her commands. Nevertheless, I yielded, joined in my sister's games with this lover-woman's voluptuous body, from her tits to her cunt.
She brought my sister through to Winnie Jo heaven. Then as I hugged Miz Blossom around her thighs and licked faster and faster up her gash and clitty, Win twisted around until she got into me with her finger. Oh, we abandoned ourselves to nooky anything to bring those luscious lusty tingles. First one would pop and then another, curses, cries and moans.
All three of us had it. We sprawled lewdly on the kitchen floor, catching our breath. The air was heavy with the smell of sexual juices like a whore's bedroom.
Miz Blossom stood up then, flung her arms around me, kissed me on the lips, jabbed with her tongue. "I forgive you for being so mean to me. You know why? Because you're my favorite. Sure I'm out of my mind. I ought to have my ass kicked. I ought to toss you Weavers out in that weedy lane, yet that's the way it stacks up, sweetie."
"So that's how your fat ass stacks up."
"Aw, Carol, baby. I love you so much I could kiss your dirty feet."
It's awfully hard for me to refuse anyone who butters me up like that. In a matter of minutes, we were all in Win's and my room, naked on the bed. "She wants to see you satisfy your shameless lust with me," Win said, and spread out.
"So that's what's been going on," Miz Blossom said nastily. "Little-sister incest." She watched a moment, muttering complaints, while I got into my sister's diddly with my tongue. Then she squatted over Win's head and Win's artistic, hungry mouth took a tingling taste of our sex-mad neighbor's hot pot. We all went to town and back again. Win was exhausted, nervous from so many intense sensations, wanted to lie back on the bed and drowse, but Miz Blossom shoved her off. "Get dressed, honey, and watch to see that your father doesn't come back from the field and catch us."
"But what are you up to now?"
"I'm going to bring Carol-baby's cunny do out with kisses. I've missed her so."
I was filled with wild laughter at all this, but the sound was lost somewhere inside me, and I lay there on the bed letting Miz Blossom fondle my body. This nookying with her again was traveling the wrong road. I was headed at high speed toward the jumping off place. I'd kicked the Miz Blossom habit once but now it had caught up with me again.
She had a terrific crush on me because in spite of my trying to avoid her, I did care a little.
I could kiss the crotch lips and mean it with a wanton kind of caring. She had sensed this weakness in me. Maybe my strange urges were outbreaks of my lust inheritance.
That's why I suppose she preferred me to my sister. Win let her pussy be played with but aside from the physical pleasure, she'd never let anyone seduce her away from me.
Miz Blossom snuggled up to me, her tits against mine. I felt the tip of her tongue between my lips, her hand soothing my bottom. She took breath to whisper. "I love you, Carol, baby. I'll do anything. Just name it."
"How about your husband?"
"Piss on him. But don't be so hard on Mel. And who are you to be prying? But if it came to you or him I'd ditch him " She was impatient to make love to me. She put her mouth to mine for a bit, then held her head back, smiling, her green eyes wanton-sad. I kissed her back the way she liked to be kissed, joined my open mouth and tongue with hers. My hand was down between her legs and I parted my own legs so she could pat my mound and get inside my slit with her finger.
But even as we made love, another part of my mind looked to the future of Win and myself. I drew a deep breath and announced, "I'm graduating from high school Tuesday Then I must find a job. If I take Win to Kansas City rent a place there while I find work at something, will you lend me a thousand dollars to get started?"
"Why, I can't think of that now!"
She was shaking, too hungry for my loving treats to keep up her usual self-centered attitude. I kissed her body while she encouraged me with her hands. I sucked her taut nipples. She murmured, "Tell me you've missed me, darling. Make me happy."
Everybody wanted to be made happy. It crossed my mind that I had some quality in me that especially pleased others, if I offered only the least token of loving them. "I've missed you, too, dear." I hugged her upper body, her waist, her hips, and went on kissing her as she wanted me to.
The muscles of Miz Blossom's chubby buttocks worked and the open moist heart of her pressed up to my mouth. I licked her pussy and in seconds had her crying and thrashing about with such a commotion that Win came running in from the kitchen.
"Jiggers!" she whispered. "I see Daddy walking back down the hill from the field."
Miz Blossom sobbed and cursed because we couldn't go on with our sexing, even though I'd just given her the delight of a star-bright orgasm. "Why do we always want more?" she asked of nobody in particular. But she had to get back into her bikini and halter and duck out the front door.
Before she left, she told me, "I'll think over what you asked, Carol, although a thousand isn't so easy for me to come by unless I sell one of my investments. Mel signs the checks, you see. Oh, he'll damn well do what I tell him, but it's not so simple. Hey, though, this I can do-rent a place right in Bindale for you girls, and I'm sure Mel can wangle you a job at his assessor's office or City Hall somewhere."
"I don't want that kind of a job."
"Oh, stop being a dope! Gyp the taxpayers. Everybody else does. And why should I support you in Kansas City, you ungrateful brat? I want you right in town handy for me to come and visit."
"No dice," I said. "Mel would be poking his big jock in on the deal. He has the hots for Winnie Jo and I'll kill him before I let him get her down. Or if we kept him out, he'd bust it up the way he' spoiled our living with the English teacher."
"Why, you innocent babe!" Miz Blossom fairly snorted. "Don't you realize yet how cruel it was for you to cut me out for Pauline Barlow? I was so miserable I couldn't sleep. Even your Daddy couldn't satisfy me. So I had Mel bust it up. Can you blame me?"
"You meddling old whore!"
"Fickle twat!"
Win whispered fiercely, "I tell you. Daddy's coming!"
I heard him too. We had to stop calling each other names. Miz Blossom scooted out.
Later, when we were alone, Win said, "I think we'd better take Miz Blossom up on her offer of renting a place for us in Bindale. I'm getting pretty scared of Daddy. Did you notice a while ago the way he looked right at me?"
"So he looked at you. You're his daughter and maybe he was wondering whether he hadn't ought to paddle your bottom for being so snotty. Long overdue."
"You know what I mean. He stared like he was a toothy tiger instead of Daddy. He was greedy-eyed and lump in the pants as though his dinger was fixing to climb right out. I don't want that hoe handle screwing into me. I think I'd die if he made me take it."
"If Miz Blossom pays our rent, she'll be screwing us plenty.".
"With another woman, it doesn't count. You taught me that. Mel threatened to charge Miss Barlow with corrupting me because I'm a minor, but you'd corrupted me all over the place years ago."
"I'm sure you corrupted me first, you twilight daisy."
"Piddle. Anyhow, after you and Pauline, I think I could get along with Miz Blossom. And you can make her keep Mel away from us. She's so mushy for your kisses she'll do anything you say, Carol. And that's another thing that worries me like super crud."
She mosied over to me. I slipped an arm around her, patted her trim seat. "What's so super crud?"
"Miz Blossom's loving you and your mushing up to her right back. You scold me because I don't love boys and only kind of pretend to love other women like Pauline and Miz Blossom, and that's a pretty snippy thing for you to say considering our relationship. If we get into trouble, it's all your fault." She laid her small head on my shoulder. I was mother-father-sister-lover to her. She had no one else she'd trust.
"You're my sweetheart, Carol. So don't you ever try to ditch or I'll stick a red-hot poker up yours."