Chapter 7
It was almost too much coincidence to be believable, Donna thought wryly, but she was convinced by Rod and Jejune's all-too-evident surprise that cousin Sue's unexpected arrival in Sun Valley really had not been planned.
From her vantage point on the balcony, she watched through the huge frame and glass open doors as the red-haired, vivacious young girl crossed the big cathedral-ceilinged front room with Rod and Jejune. All three were laughing gaily at something. The sunlight streaming down from the skylights played on Sue's hair, and the light and shadow combination did rather fantastic things for her figure; she looked every bit as well built as any motion picture love goddess. "That's all we need," Donna said under her breath, "another of the incestuous Morgans to join us for bed and board." Sue would be competition.
Donna had reason enough for her dismay. She hated Kirk DeLapp, Jejune's husband; he was a crude, loud-mouthed bore. At one time when he had been driving race cars professionally, he might have been handsome, but that was years before. Now his belly hung out over his belt and his face was a deeply trenched battlefield of lines and ruptured veins from too much alcohol. All of that did not in itself make him un-likeable. It was his sadistic tendencies that brought great concern to Donna, that and his ugly penchant for pederasty. Jejune, herself, had told her that Kirk found it impossible to enjoy normal female-male sex any longer; he was too jaded! He went for kinky sex... for belts and boys and women who would play his games. In his own crude vernacular, whispered to her one drunken evening, Kirk had explained it simply as, "The asshole, baby. Boy or girl. It's the only way to fuck." Donna had no doubt that the two pimply-faced sixteen-year-old boys who had gone up the slope earlier in the day for ski lessons with Kirk were both, right at this very moment, standing bare-assed in some warming hut and being instructed in the finer arts of buggery. What bothered her most was Rod's rapport with the automotive engineer; her husband had begun to demand new and crazier things from her in bed. He especially had begun to want anal intercourse, which revolted her, because she felt the act was perverted, degrading and obscene. Once in Zermatt, Switzerland, five years ago when Donna had first come into the Morgan family as a bride, she drunkenly permitted Kirk to take her to bed, and he had debased her in the most vile manner. Her adultery had been an act of revenge-pure and simple vengeance-because her horrified eyes had just witnessed Rod and his cousin Jejune in a sixty-nine position in the bedroom. It was not until the following day that she began to suspect that the whole thing had been planned for her benefit. And her suspicions had been confirmed by Jejune herself, who admitted everything. Jejune! Ah, yes. That had been the ultimate act of Donna's degradation, for Jejune-while comforting the weeping, bewildered young bride- had worked her mysterious alchemy on Donna who found herself willingly-even eagerly!- participating for the first time in her life in a lesbian act with the petite cousin. And since that time five years ago? It was still impossible to deny Jejune; all the older woman had to do was look at her with those glowing eyes, and the sweat would break out on the palms of her hands, and the tingling-that horrible, perverted, eager tingling-would begin all over her body, and a terrible forbidden longing would threaten to consume her. There was nothing Donna could do to combat it; she knew she was hooked worse than a heroin addict... but only with Jejune. Other women, other lesbians, did not excite her, and her sultry good looks and obvious femininity seemed to turn off even the most aggressive of the butch dykes.
Now, the three cousins-like the famed Musketeers-came laughing through the door and out onto the balcony.
Hiding her feelings, Donna smiled warmly and rose.
Rod made the introductions. "Donna, meet Sue."
"What a pleasant surprise to hear from you," Donna said, bending forward and bussing the girl on the cheek. "Welcome to the Morgan homestead."
As the four of them talked, Donna found herself critically examining Sue. The girl was much younger and seemed far less socially conscious than she had expected a Morgan to be. There were moments when it seemed as if she were almost shy. All of Donna's feminine instincts, however, were ringing alarm bells because there obviously was something between Sue and Rod... or, knowing the Morgans, most likely had been in the past. She compared the features of the three cousins; they were all handsome-beautiful-and the family resemblance was unmistakable. She had no doubt Sue had the same intense sexuality that surged like a wild, raging, white-water river through Rod and Jejune at times.
Although Donna participated in the conversation, a part of her mind stood off watching, observing, and evaluating. Rod had his "hungry look" and Jejune looked like a poised cheetah, with only an occasional twitch betraying her intense excitement. As for Sue? She looked like some unsuspecting sacrificial animal.
Finally the conversation got around to skiing, and Rod offered to teach his cousin, starting immediately. Sue eagerly agreed to the lessons.
"We'll go up Red Mountain and then I'll instruct you on the way down," Rod said.
Sue looked doubtful. "I've only had about five or six lessons. I had planned to work out on the bunny slope at the Lodge. I'm really not sure... "
"Oh, nonsense," Jejune interrupted. "Rod's a better instructor than any of the pros they've got down there. As far as that's concerned, so is Kirk."
"She's right, you know," Rod continued. "I won't let you do anything that might get you into trouble.
Donna saw the uncertainty fade from Sue's face and the young girl began nodding her head eagerly. "Well... if you say so."
"I say so," Rod said, and exchanged a look with his older cousin, who smiled back in a rather odd manner.
Suddenly, Donna knew what the two were planning, and she would have no part of it. Her anger sparked and she fought for control of her voice. Surprisingly, considering her turmoil, she sounded still friendly and calm when she said, "That sounds like fun; I think I'll go along."
Rod's expression was murderous, but that threat in itself was not enough to change her mind; it was Jejune who did that when the older girl crooned, "I think you'd better stay here with me, Donna. You know how nervous people are when they are first learning things, they don't want witnesses to their mistakes. Resides, darling, I have a little something I wanted help with... " She peered at Donna from under downcast eyebrows, and her little pink tongue came out and slowly made a wet circumference of her lips. Donna recognized the look and almost immediately she found it difficult to breathe.
"All right," she said, dully, and sat there while her husband and Sue disappeared into the house. A moment later, she heard their laughter outside in front, and then the sound of the private rope tow's engine being started.
Abruptly, tears were streaming down her face. She ran inside and up the heavily carpeted stairs to her bedroom, slammed the heavy door behind her, and threw herself down on the bed. She wept disconsolately. She knew what Sue and Rod were going to do, even if Sue didn't know. And she, the loving wife, was helpless to prevent it. It was almost more than she could stand. There really was only one thing that made it bearable at all.
Sobbing, she heard the door open. She turned face up on the bed, tears streaming down both sides of her face.
Jejune, smiling hungrily, walked slowly across the room toward her. As she walked, she was unfastening the buttons of her body shirt. She wore no bra under it, and her taut, tight up-thrust little breasts with the nipples like pencil erasers didn't jiggle at all as she moved.
Without saying a word, she sat on the side of the bed and began unzipping Donna's ski pants. "Men are such beasts," she said...