Chapter 7
The big black Cadillac pulled up to some iron gates and Jacky waited a second while the three people in the back seat got dressed. The gates opened electronically and the car wound its way up the drive of an enormous stone lodge. Kandy had expected a small cottage but as with everything these people did things in grand style. A thick set, gray-haired black man came down the steps to open the doors of both the black and the white Cadillacs. "Nice trip, Ronnie?" he inquired.
"Terrific, Dixon. Is dad inside?"
"He's waiting for you and Miz Sissy inside."
Kandy looked over at her brother. Poor Timmy He's furious with me. Well, he would simply have to face facts and get over his puppy love for me, she decided in her newly acquired sophistication. He needed someone like Sissy to give him some sexual experience. Timmy forlornly dragged behind as they all followed the black butler into the huge lodge.
At the far end of the hall was a huge bearded man wearing a plaid hunting shirt and leather breeches. He looks like Ernest Hemingway, Kandy thought.
"Good evening everyone," He said expansively. "Have a good time children?" he asked addressing Sissy and Ron.
"Great dad," Ron answered. Then he introduced Kandy and Timmy to Lawrence Fenwick whose dark drown eyes narrowed to two black slits as he stared intently at the little blonde virgin.
"Sweet little girl," he said softly as he squeezed Kandy's hand. "And so young, too." He raised his bushy eyebrows at his son who imperceptibly nodded without Kandy noticing.
She did hear his long drawn out, "Aaaaaaiihhhhh!"
"And the young man?" His query sounded to Kandy as if it was being addressed to thin air and again she missed Ron's nod to the raised bushy eyebrows.
"How very fortunate, Ron meeting such charming youngsters. ... we're going to have a lovely party." Suddenly, he bellowed: "Dixon." startling Timmy who was overawed by the tall man who looked so outdoorsy.
Dixon brought in a large pewter tray loaded with pewter goblets filled with the old man's special Scotch.
Lawrence Fenwick drained his glass before saying farewell to most of Ron's friends. Kandy thought it was a little odd that although there was supposed to be a party most of the guests were departing but she thought more of it when Sissy told Kandy she could change into some of her clothes for the party. The young blonde asked if it would be okay if her brother went upstairs with them. He hadn't quite recovered from his first bout with the alcohol, she explained.
Sissy got the message. Timmy was feeling a bit left out. Such a nice looking kid, she thought, suddenly aware of Timmy's good looks and attractive boyish body.
As she led the two teenagers up the broad flight of stairs past all the stuffed animal heads on the wall Sissy asked them if they'd ever been hunting.
Both of them replied in the negative and Sissy looked over her shoulder to see her father staring at her moon-shaped buttocks under his daughters see-through clothing. She led them along a passageway to a large bedroom with a double bed and a view over a garden. Kandy thrilled at the spookiness of the shady garden, her thrilling feeling gripped her loins and her warm little cunt felt luxuriously alive.
Kandy and Tim sat on the bed while Sissy went to her wall to wall closet to select a dress. She selected a pure white transparent silk gown.
"Try it on," she suggested.
Timmy began to get up to leave as he thought they expected him to, but Kandy told him to stay where he was.
Timmy had watched Kandy in a mirror as she stripped naked and Sissy slipped the dress over her head. Christ! He could see her body more clearly through her dress than Sissy's body showed through hers.
"Well, brother dear, do you like?" his sister asked him, turning around so he could see her breasts and tuft of golden pubic hair below her belly.
"You can't wear that! It's like going naked!" The boy thought it was terrific if it were only for him to see but not in front of the others.
"Maybe I should wear a petticoat underneath, Sissy." Sissy very willingly helped her off with the dress, provocatively touching the teenager's exposed breasts as she did so.
While she dressed and undressed Kandy in various gowns, she noted how Timmy lasciviously stared at his sister's nakedness. To really arouse him so that he would get a raging erection sitting enthralled on the bed, the sultry brunette also stripped, using the excuse that she wanted to find something different to wear.
"I'm going down to show Ron my dress," Kandy said, satisfied that the combination of slip and white silk dress did not show more than a dim outline of her pale-skinned body.
As soon as the girl left the room Sissy asked Timmy if he had an erection. She stood right in front of the startled boy whose already flushed face turned scarlet.
He couldn't speak, wanting so badly to touch the gorgeous brunette and he was frozen where he sat. Sissy was standing there nude in front of him with her cunt hair close enough to touch.
Shit! What could a guy say? And now she was unzipping his fly!
Timmy was unable to move even if he had wanted to, as the lovely girl he had seen sucking her own brother's cock reached in his pants and pulled out his own hard erection and held it in her hands.
"I only wanted to look at it, Timmy. I hope that's all right?" He shook his head dumbly.
The brown-haired girl lowered her head, her long chestnut hair falling over her face, and gulped the head of his pulsatingly erect cock between her soft lips, and she slowly sucked it into her mouth. She was fascinated by stiff young virgin cocks.
"My god!" He exclaimed in a stricken voice, flopping back on the bed. This was the last thing he'd expected her to do.
Sissy sucked for several moments then stood up. "That's enough before dinner. It'll be our little secret."
"Well," she said casually. "I'm ready ... see you downstairs." He waited until the door closed then he went over the wash basin and splashed some cold water on himself.
While his daughter was upstairs with their two guests, Lawrence Fenwick quizzed his son.
"You're sure she's a virgin, son?"
"Positive and so is Sissy."
The old man sighed contentedly.
Roger was very happy was his unexpected find near the Bar R. Usually the guests were old there and it was a sheer stroke of luck to find Kandy and her brother. The old man was bound to reward him and his sister handsomely for bringing him a virgin.
"My dear Kandy, how lovely you look in that white gown." The old man had leaped to his feet when Kandy unexpectedly walked into the study looking for Ron, giving both father and son a surprise. It was obvious from the girl's manner that she had overheard nothing. Ron examined his sister's clothes with more interest than his father, remembering the fresh youthful body underneath and how tempted he was to fuck her while Sissy could have gripped her tightly around the breasts.
But he knew his father wanted this one and there were plenty more as far as Ron was concerned. Cynically, he didn't give a damn what happened to the girl or her brother as long as it didn't interfere with his luxurious freedom but he looked forward to the events of the evening.
"I love having Ron and Sissy's guests over for a party," Fenwick said.
"Thank you," Kandy replied gazing longingly at Ron who put his arm around her waist and kissed her on the forehead bringing a smile to the old man's lips. It helped when they fell for his son, he smirked to himself.
"Dixon" he called. "Excuse me, my dear, I have to make some arrangements for the festivities this evening. It's a full moon tonight and we have a canopy in the garden for after dinner."
The old man took Dixon aside and told him to keep plying the young girl with liquor but not too much so she became ill. He told his old black butler that he would get his chance at some nice fresh white meat if he played his cards right-
"Gee it must be beautiful in the garden when the moon is full," Kandy said dreamily, picturing herself and Ron together in the moonlight-the handsome youth lifting her silken gown up over her knees, her buttocks, her breasts-how fabulous to give her virginity to Ron outdoors, under the stars if she could get him away from his sister and everyone else.
Seeing her day-dreaming, Sissy sensed she was lusting after her cousin. "Ron will show you the garden tonight, but it's easy to get lost," she said, encouraging the infatuated girl to look forward to it happening. "I'll tell you a secret, Kandy. I think Ron's in love with you," the brunette said with cruel intent, as much to give the girl false hope as to find out just how infatuated she was. Sure enough, Kandy's eyes lit up with excitement. "There's only one drawback, though, that might put him off you, darling," she went on, bitchily examining the innocent teenager, "he's awkward with virgins." Kandy's face clouded. So the little thing was a virgin, Sissy ascertained.
Suddenly, a bell sounded.
"Oh, Dixon rings for drinks before dinner ... Come into father's study."
Kandy accepted another glass of the almost syrupy tasting scotch and admonished Timmy not to have too much.
Timmy shrugged. "Okay," he said, looking balefully toward the door. Kandy followed his glance and saw Ron walking into the room. The blonde girl found herself wondering how she could be a real virgin and still feel so heatedly sexy in her cunt when she looked at Ron. When she drained her glass she felt that she might have to go to' the powder room, for the feeling between her legs was mounting irresistibly. If Sissy had wanted to finger her now, she could; if Timmy wanted to fuck her she would welcome it.
To get relief from the effects of the strong drink, the distracted girl sat on the arm of a chair and crossed her legs, bare under her dress and long slip and by flexing her muscles she found she could satisfy the demand of her clitoris throbbing between the lips of her bare pussy.
Knowing how effective his father's specially aged Scotch was on anyone not used to it, Ron looked for signs of sexual excitement in the young blonde, but all he could see was her sitting on the padded arm of a leather chair, swinging her legs and smiling. He motioned for Dixon to refill her glass.
Astrid paced the bedroom while Ellis snored in the bed. She was ravenous and frustrated and it was getting late and the children had not called. She decided to go downstairs and get Molly Ronson to make her a sandwich or something.
She ordered a roast beef sandwich and a salad and sat down by herself to eat. Molly came over and sat with her.
"Where's Ellis and the Kids tonight?" she asked pleasantly.
"Ellis is snoring his head off and the kids went to a party with some people they met yesterday. They have a hunting lodge about an hour from here, Fenwick is their name. Do you know them?"
A look of concern crossed the motherly face of Molly Ronson. "That's a pretty wild bunch for your two kids to be mixed up with," she said, "there have been police raids and everything over there but they're so rich that I think the police just close their eyes to it. When did they leave?"
"About four this afternoon and it's almost eleven now. Maybe I better wake Ellis up and we should take a drive over there."
"I don't want to be an alarmist," Molly said, "but I think that might be a very good idea."
"Thank you, Molly," Astrid said and bounded up the stairs to wake her husband.