Chapter 10
Jill made a point of being downstairs when Carl returned home. He informed Lucy that he had already eaten and would spend the evening in his study. Jill was relieved to see that none of the family displayed any trace of nervousness.
When he left the room and they heard him walking up the stairs, all three looked at her as if for leadership.
"Come on," she urged them, "into the living room and let's get the television on. It may help when the storm breaks."
While they waited for the picture to appear, all listened for sounds from upstairs. They heard him walk into the room and close the door behind him.
When there was no immediate reaction to be heard, Jill turned up the sound on the set and had the others sit as if interested in the program.
The waiting was pure hell. Jill realized that if it was getting to her, it could do even greater damage to the others. Jill began to hope that the shock had been enough to give the man a heart attack. Just as she began to believe it, she heard the door slam shut and heard heavy, hurried steps.
"Easy now," Jill cautioned the three fellow conspirators. "This is where we find out what kind of actors we are."
Carl was visibly shaken as he stormed into the room. His white face was mute testimony to the impact of the shock he had received. His hands were shaking even though he had balled them into fists.
"Who was in my room?"
They looked at each other in stunned silence until Lucy spoke.
"I don't understand, Carl. If you mean your study, you know none of us could have been in there, it's always locked except when you're there."
"Jill!" He glared at her. "Did you have anything to do with this?"
"Carl, I don't understand what you're talking about. I am a guest in your house and as such. I obey the rules of common courtesy. I expect the same from you."
He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but no words came out. Turning, he started angrily from the room then stopped and faced the group again.
"Jill, may I see your lipstick please?"
"Of course, Carl. I didn't realize you used the stuff, but it's on my dresser. Do you want to help yourself or may I get it for you?"
"Your feeble attempt at humor is singularly unfunny. Will you get it for me please?"
"Of course."
Jill got up and walked up the stairs with an air of unconcern that surprised even her. Her fears that the group would break without her guidance were dispeled when she heard the man following her.
Walking to the dresser, she picked up the lipstick and handed it to him.
"Take your time with it, Carl, at the moment, I'm more interested in the bathroom than in cosmetics."
He grabbed it from her without a word and hurried down the hall. Jill's mind was working fast. If he suspected her, the whole plan could be ruined. It was up to her to allay his suspicion as much as possible.
With that in mind, she carried out her plan of hurrying to the bathroom. At first, she had considered bathing, but that would require more time than she was willing to devote to anything that would keep her away from the group in the living room. They may need her support.
Instead, as she stepped into the bathroom, Jill raised her skirt and slip to her waist and began to lower her panties. She decided that would be enough to make it seem that she knew nothing of the one way mirror.
In a minute, she stood again, acted completely normal, raised her panties and carefully lowered her dress and slip again. She walked casually out of the room and went down to join the group.
They looked relieved to see her, as if they had feared Carl would kill her while she was upstairs with him.
"Jill," Lucy gasped, "what was that about the lipstick?"
Jill saw Amanda and Jackson lean forward obviously waiting for her answer.
"Well," she kept her voice low, "it just could be that he found a message from a ghost scrawled in lipstick on the window which overlooks the guest bathroom."
Their looks were mingled laughter and fear.
"God!" Jackson whispered. "No wonder he's upset. What did it say?"
"It said, 'The wages of sin is death.' It was signed with a V. I guess he got the message all right."
"But if he sees it was written with your lipstick, he'll know it was you." Jackson's mind was obviously working.
"Jill, you shouldn't have done it. He'll kill you." Lucy's concern was sincere.
"Stop worrying. Surely you don't think I'd write it with my own lipstick. I'm getting to be quite a detective, you know."
Jill smiled at the looks of relief on the faces around her. She hoped their renewed confidence would be enough to sustain them through the possible rough times ahead.
When the door bell rang about twenty minutes later, there had still been no sign of Carl.
Amanda hurried to the door. A minute later, she escorted a man into the hall. He set a tradesman's tool kit on the floor while Amanda talked to her mother.
"I'll take him up dear," the woman answered.
After the two had gone upstairs, Amanda told Jackson and Jill that their visitor was a locksmith.
"Well, well," Jill expressed amusement, "I guess we have him worried."
"But Jill," Jackson looked concerned, "if he changes the lock, we won't be able to get in the room again. Are you sure the message was a good idea?"
"If I do say so myself, Jack, I think it was a brilliant idea. You see, he can put ten new locks on that door, but I can still get in any time I want to."
"How are you going to do that? Knock down the door or something?"
"No." Jill teased him with a laugh. "Did you notice the screws holding that one way mirror?"
"No, I didn't. What about them?"
"Well. I told you I'm getting to be quite a detective. For some reason, the heads of those screws are in the guest bathroom. Any time we want to visit the inner sanctum, you, my friend, are going to find a nice screwdriver and remove the pretty little window for us so that it becomes a pretty little door."
"Hey, you really are smart."
"You can't say I didn't tell you."
Lucy returned to the room then to break the bad news that the lock was being changed.
She was dumbfounded when the three only smiled. Amanda told her their newest secret and the woman's eyes shone with admiration.
"Children," Lucy spoke gently, "things are not likely to be very pleasant this evening. Why don't you go to your rooms and stay out of the way for a while?"
"I think your mother's idea is a good one, kids. I'll be up later to say good night."
"I guess you know I sent them up because I want to talk to you?" Lucy asked when they were alone.
"Yes, I thought so."
"It's the children I'm concerned about, Jill. My life had been ruined because I never learned anything. I don't want the same thing to happen to them."
"And you want me to explain it to them?"
"Would you. please?"
"I've already started," Jill smiled.
When Lucy swallowed her surprise, she smiled too.
"The same way you explained it to me?"
"The same way. Remember what I said about the sewing machine?"
"Did they enjoy it?"
"They loved every minute of it and so did I. I really think I should have become a teacher by profession. I'm pretty darn good at it."
"Ooh, Jill, you're more than just good." Lucy's hand moved under Jill's dress and stroked the silken thigh. "You know I want you to teach me more, don't you?"
Jill cupped a breast through the woman's thin dress and lowered her face to kiss her lips lightly.
"You don't need much more teaching, dear, but it will be a pleasure to give you a refresher course." Her hand squeezed and massaged as she smiled into Lucy's eager face.
They moved apart then as the locksmith came down the stairs. Carl was just behind him. Without saying a word, Carl followed him out the door. A minute later, they saw Carl's car turn out of the driveway and roar out into the street.
"The way he's driving, he may kill himself," Lucy said hopefully.
"I'd rather he didn't. I'd love to wring a confession out of him before that happens."
"Jill," Lucy spoke hesitantly, "if you're not too tired, why don't you go say goodnight to the kids and come back and talk with me." Something in the way she said it indicated that her mind was on more than talk.
"I think that's a great idea, Lucy. I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Meanwhile," she winked lasciviously, "why don't you think of something to talk about."
Upstairs, Jill found Amanda's room empty and Jackson's door closed. Smiling, she tapped lightly on his door and walked in. They were sitting sedately on the bed a couple of feet apart, but their look told Jill that they had probably been closer.
"Aren't you two the naughty ones, now," she pretended to scold.
"Honest, Jill," Jackson protested, "we were just talking."
"Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with talking, is there?"
The young faces were wreathed in smiles.
They knew Jill was aware of what they had been talking about and saw that she was not going to scold them.
"Let's see now," Jill looked serious, "there should be room for me to sit between you, but I don't want to get my dress all wrinkled."
With a few quick motions, her dress fell to her feet. On the way to pick it up, she pushed her half slip down and stepped lightly out of it. She wore the white bra and panties as well as a white garter belt and nylons.
"Now," she wedged herself between them, "we should be able to say nice pleasant goodnights. I must say though, you two do look very serious. Do you want me to leave?"
"Oh no!" They both spoke together.
"Then why not undress a little. We'd hear the door if anyone came in and would have lots of time to get back to our rooms."
"Should I close the door?" Jackson asked.
"No, dear. We need that open to hear the front door if it should open."
"But what about Mom?"
"Your mother has become a very understanding woman. I think she has a pretty good idea what we're up to."
She watched as the two exchanged startled glances at the thought that their mother knew and approved of what Jill had in mind.
"I mustn't promise too much this evening, kids. I have to go back down and talk to your mother, but I thought we could say goodnight in a nice friendly way. Be a gentleman Jackson, you undress first."
If he felt nervous about stripping in front of Jill and his sister, he gave no indication. He didn't stop until he was stark naked.
"Now, Amanda, your turn to show us that beautiful body of yours. Is he the first man you've ever seen this way?"
"Yes!" The word emerged as an exclamation.
"It's a pretty exciting sight, isn't it?" Her hand reached out to draw Jackson closer to them. Holding Amanda's hand, she invited her to touch the strong young man.
But now it was Jackson's turn to stare as Amanda stripped off her dress and slip and began working on the fastener of her bra.
Moving quickly, Jill reached to help her. As the catch came free, Jill held the cups of the bra in place for a few seconds as if to heighten the impact of the inevitable unveiling of the girl's twin globes of beauty.
When she felt Jackson was ready to explode with impatience, Jill peeled the cups away one at a time to reveal the stunning magnificence of the immaculate white swells with the cherry pink tips.
"Holy mackerel!" he gasped as if unable to believe what he saw. "They're as big and pretty as yours, Jill. They're beautiful."
"You're a real gentleman, Jackson," Jill congratulated him. "As a matter-of-fact, they are as big as mine, but even more beautiful because they are so young and solid."
As if to demonstrate her point, Jill reached up and cupped one in her hand. Reaching for Jackson's hand, she brought it to the other. He was more than anxious to cooperate.
Under the ardent touch of the two hands, Amanda glowed and her body began to writhe with passion.
"Why don't you take your panties off now, dear and show us the rest of that lovely body?" Jill whispered huskily as her hand squeezed a little before letting go.
Reluctantly, Jackson also released his hold and stared as the young woman stood before them. Bending a little from the waist, she grasped the waistband of the panties and began to slide them over the wide flaring hips.
As they slid downward, the white perfection of the twin mounds came slowly into view. In the subdued light of the room, they seemed to gleam like lovely white moons. Jill heard a gasp from Jackson and knew he could not be restrained much longer.
Amanda bent then to step out of the discarded panties and her full breasts swayed maddeningly. Jill reached for them, cupped them in gentle hands and drew the young woman back to the bed.
Sitting between her companions on the bed then, Jill took time out to give them a warning.
"I want you two to listen carefully to what I have to say. I know there's no point in telling you not to play games together now that you've discovered a whole new world of thrills, but I must warn you about a very great danger. Under no circumstances, Jack, must you do with Amanda the things you do with me."
"Why not, Jill?" the boy sounded broken hearted at the message.
"Because Amanda could have a baby if you did. Later, Amanda, I'll teach you how to guard against this, but for now, you must promise me that you will not do it. Do you promise?"
"Yes, Jill, I promise faithfully." Jill knew she was sincere and turned to extract the same promise from Jackson. She got it.
"Remember now," she cautioned, "all the kisses and touches you like, but not the other thing."
Again, they agreed and Jill appeared satisfied.
"Speaking of kissing," she went on, "it's time for me to kiss you good night and get downstairs. You first, Amanda, do you want me to kiss you good night?"
"I want you to kiss me," the girl replied, "but I don't want you to leave."
"Greedy girl," Jill laughed, "your mother is waiting to talk downstairs, I really have to go."
Amanda raised her lips to be kissed, but Jill surprised her. Instead of kissing her mouth, she pushed the girl down on the bed. Her hands found the strong young thighs and they parted eagerly.
It was a very passionate kiss that Jill pressed on her and it went on for a very long time. When it ended, it was still too soon to suit Amanda, but Jill smiled knowing that Jackson would still be there after she left.
"I guess it's your turn to be kissed good night, Jackson," Jill turned to him.
He wondered what kind of a kiss was in store after seeing what had happened to Amanda. Jill answered the question quickly by pushing him down onto the bed beside the girl. Her head moved down and she delivered an exciting good night kiss.
Getting to her feet then, Jill gathered up her discarded clothes and hurried out of the room. Back in her room, she decided against dressing fully. As a compromise, she pulled her dress over her head, buttoned it, and ignored the rest.
What the heck, she thought, as she started down the hall, clothes are only a nuisance anyway. She noticed that the kids were still together and hoped they would remember their promise.
Downstairs, it became obvious that Lucy had been preoccupied and had not heard her approach. As Jill walked into the room, there was a quick flurry of activity as the woman tried to pull her dress back down.
Smiling to show understanding, Jill knelt before the woman and drew the dress back up. Her hands wrapped around firm buttocks and her face pressed against the woman to remove the terrible hunger. Jill did not move until she heard the low scream.
As Jill drew slowly away, the woman reached for her, her hands working feverishly under her dress.
"Let me do it for you, Jill. Let me make you feel good like I do."
Having aroused three people in the past few minutes, Jill felt the temptation, but she fought it off.
"I don't think it would be safe, Lucy. We don't know when he'll be home. It wouldn't do to have him catch us."
"At least let me kiss you then, dear. You are so lovely, I want to look and kiss."
Jill stood beside the couch and made no objection when she felt the hands tugging her panties partially down. She saw the head disappear under her dress, felt the warm breath as the woman explored. She felt the kiss then and her knees grew weak with the need for satisfaction.
This wouldn't be it though, her hunger was something a woman couldn't satisfy. She thought of Jackson upstairs and the party she had promised, but that too was discarded.
She would go through with it because it was important that she retain his loyalty, but the mere act of being taken by a man was not enough.
It was more than a physical thing she needed. Only the love of a good man could quench the fires which burned under her skin in a million places, but especially in one most sensitive place.
Bob flashed into her mind then and she was surprised to see him there. She had known for a long time that she liked him as a friend, but beyond that, she hadn't thought about him.
Being accustomed to having just one man in her life, it just wasn't that easy to make room for another. And yet, he stayed with her as she gently eased the woman away from her and raised her panties back into place.
"Later, Lucy, when it's safe, we'll go all the way, both of us."
They had both adjusted their clothes and were exchanging understanding smiles when they heard Carl's car move into the driveway.
Jill was about to go upstairs to check on Amanda and Jackson when the scurrying of feet on the upstairs hall floor told her that they too had heard the car.
Without even looking at them, Carl stomped into the house and up the stairs. They heard him go into the study and lock the door behnd him.
The two women went up to bed then. Next morning, Lucy told her that Carl had spent the night in his study and left for the office before she got up.
It's working, Jill told herself. I'll get the bastard yet.