Chapter Twenty-One

BEAUTIFUL BILLY BOY Billy was so beautiful.

She had always loved him, even when he was a small baby. She had washed him and changed his diapers.

She was only a toddler at the time, but everything about her baby brother was an exciting inducement to enter a world of sensations which she would never want to leave. Andrea knew she would always adore Billy.

Billy lay naked on the bed, ready for love. It had taken him so long today. He was getting older.

That was the problem. Andrea once again repeated the warning to herself that she knew by heart. "Don't tie him down!"

She knew he had to think of himself as independent, but she hoped it was only a phase, like Leo.

That monster friend of his with his sexual insinuations, acted as if he suspected something was indecent.

But nothing was immoral. Sex was their inheritance and their personal property. She belonged to Billy and he belonged to her.

Today had been difficult. The trouble with Dick Finch had roused Billy to a point of rebellion. She had had to badger, cajole, and try everything she could think of to get him in bed.

Billy was so stupid, reacting seriously every time she threatened him. He should know by now that she didn't mean her threats.

But that didn't matter, now. What did matter was that Billy was naked on the bed.

She lifted his cock ever so gently. It was a beautiful cock-her brother's gorgeous penis.

Andrea laughed, thinking of the fools whose cocks she had sucked.

What if they had known the truth?

What if Dick Finch found out she despised him?

Would he ever know how much she despised, detested and hated him-that it was enough for her to want to kill him?

Andrea was too smart to ever let him know. None of them suspected what she really felt. Only she would ever know that all of her love and emotions were reserved only for Billy.

Cock? She hated them all, except Billy's. She was always fighting back a desire to bite into the stiffened flesh and to yank and pull and tug with her teeth until the skin would rip, tear, shrivel in her mouth.

That was all that a cock was good for-dead meat for a meal.

My lovely Billy, Andrea smiled at the thought. Only HIS cock...

Then suddenly, a harsh voice burst the bubble of her dream.

"Come with us!"

Andrea bolted upright. Who were these people? What right had they to be in her house?

"Get out!" she screamed. "Get out!"

"Police, ma'am. I'm afraid you'll have to come with us."

"GET OUT!"

"Charlie, look what she's got in her hand!" Andrea was startled. A fog lifted, as if she had been under the influence of a strange drug.

She blinked. Two wavering figures swam into focus.

They were the police. They were wearing blue uniforms and had badges. The expressions on their faces were very strange, as though they were seeing something they had never seen before. One of them looked sick.

Andrea suddenly realized that she was naked, and sitting on Billy's bed, holding his cock.

The sick-looking policeman covered his eyes.

Andrea suddenly became conscious that there was something in her hand. She spread open her fingers and looked down at what was lying in her palm.

It was a male sexual organ. Beautifully shaped and designed.

At one time it had probably belonged to a beautiful man.

Andrea reached up and wiped her mouth. She noticed that her lipstick was smeared. How puzzling, she thought. She did not remember wearing lipstick. She never wore lipstick. But something red was smeared on her lips.

She licked her teeth. That was a funny taste. like the juice of a steak after it's been broiled. Shreds of meat were caught between her teeth.

The sick policeman threw up.

Andrea looked at the cock in her hand. It was still warm.

She turned around.

Billy was still there, lying on the bed. He looked very pale and still.

"Billy!! !. ... " Andrea screamed.