Chapter 4
THE YOUNGEST CUNT IN THE FAMILY
Mimosa wondered whether they were fucking as she finished sweeping in the kitchen. She paused in the hallway just outside of Andrea's room. When she heard the murmur of voices, Mimosa smiled. They were still talking. She decided not to wait.
She knew the sounds of their fucking by heart. Many times in the afternoon, she had crouched outside of the bedroom door and listened to the dialogue of their love duet, getting herself hot in the process. Sometimes too hot.
The first time Mimosa masturbated had been out here in the hall in front of the bedroom. As she listened to the creak of the bed springs, she heard Andrea's voice begging Billy to go down. Involuntarily, Mimosa discovered her own hand had begun to gently massage her groin. It stirred a fire inside. With her fingers, she reached under her dress until she touched the lace frill of her panties.
The panties had belonged to Andrea. So had the bra. Most of Mimosa's clothes were hand-me-downs and outmoded garments formerly worn by her older sister. Nearly all of the money in the monthly allowance for clothing was used by Billy-much to Mimosa's complaint. But Andrea insisted it was necessary for Billy to make any headway with his career for him to be properly dressed.
"The only headway Billy will make is with his face stuck in your cunt," Mimosa would have replied, had she the courage or the cruelty. She was genuinely fond of both her older brother and sister. However, her emotion did not cloud her reason. Billy's 'career' was ridiculous in Mimosa's eyes.
Mimosa had seen some of the feeble attempts Billy had passed off as acting. As far as Mimosa was concerned, Billy didn't have the slightest idea of what was entailed in a performance. Unless he actually allowed Leo to talk him into going on stage in that dirty play of his, she couldn't really see how he would get any acting jobs.
Mimosa grinned. Maybe she underestimated her brother. Billy might be a lousy actor. But he certainly was a magnificent lover. Andrea never let more than a day go by without inventing all sorts of devious tricks to get Mimosa out of the way.
I wonder if she really thinks she's fooling me, Mimosa thought to herself.
Masturbating had a great effect on Mimosa. That squirmy feeling when Mimosa first inserted her fingers into her warm virginal slit was nothing new. Mimosa often played with her cunt. Ever since she was a baby, she had done it. She loved it, especially in the bathtub, with all the bubbles. Mimosa still remembered the games she had played by herself in the tub when she was five and six years old. Games with no names. Sometimes she would pretend she was a doctor, but that was only for the first few minutes.
She had much more fun with the bubbles, pushing them into her slit and watching their colors collapse as the soap bubbles burst inside the dark cavity.
That's where the rainbow is, Mimosa would tell herself, and there's a pot of gold inside.
In the bed she would spend hours twisted around like an octopus, trying to crane her neck into a position from which she could look into the depths of her pussy. Some nights she would try with a flashlight.
The first illustrated book with drawings of the genitalia fascinated her. Mimosa quickly learned the names of all the parts ... uterus, womb and vagina. Clitoris and labial walls. Bored by school, she would spend most of her hours during the day writing poetry in which she tried to find rhymes for the names of the parts. She knew much more than the other children.
Yet ... one thing was unexpected and that was the feeling. The warm fire that she felt sizzling somewhere inside was something she had never felt before. The first time she felt it was in the hallway crouched in front of Andrea's door, listening to her brother and sister.
She was shocked.
Mimosa realized of course that mothers and fathers were allowed to make love. But she knew that brothers and sisters couldn't. She didn't know exactly why they couldn't. She thought it was something about children going crazy.
The sound was unmistakable. Andrea was fucking. But it took a long silent moment before Mimosa could realize and accept the fact that Andrea was making love to Billy. And that was the moment she fondled her own crotch.
Her inquisitive finger made its way to her clitoris. It moved by instinct, manipulating the little button of love with warm juices that had begun to flow from the opening of the vagina itself. It was a sticky juice, with a funny smell. She licked it from the tip of her finger. It tasted like snot.
Yes, it was good to rub her clitoris with. Smooth and comfortable. It reduced the friction and allowed the full sensation to slowly rise to the surface.
Mimosa frigged faster. Faster than she thought her hand could move. Whipping the little knob back and forth under the frantic urging of her flesh. Faster ... until a sudden explosion seemed to burst apart; a crescendo in her veins. She was coming. Mimosa cried in delight.
That was months ago. Mimosa was older now. The sensation was keen. But she had begun to think of the real thing, constantly.
She wondered what it would be like to actually screw. She would like to be down on her back with her legs up in the air, her knees bent and all of her body poised to receive the descending man's body from above, his spear first.
Mimosa imagined every detail of the scene. Except one. Which prick? That was the problem. None of the boys she went to school with would do. They were all too young. Once entering the gym by mistake she had bumped into a flock of them on their way to the doctor for inspection. They all squealed and giggled and used their hands to hide their things.
"What for?" Mimosa wondered. None of the boys she saw even had hair on their cocks and she doubted that any of them could even be gotten hard. No, none of the boys would do.
There was always Billy. Mimosa considered that. In some ways she figured he would be the most fun to fuck. He was certainly beautiful, and he was fun to tease. But not for the cock that had to crack her cherry. Mimosa wanted someone else for that.
She had thought of Leo, Billy's friend. Leo was a black-bearded self proclaimed genius. He was also somehow repulsive. But he was sexy. He was repulsive in some oddly enticing way. He looked like a satyr, the way he talked. He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue as he spoke. And his ideas were wild. Leo had a different idea about sex every time he stopped over. Lately he had been consumed by his idea of a sexual extravaganza-a three ringed "CIRCUS OF SEX" to open this fall in a theatre.
At first Andrea had ridiculed him. But gradually it became apparent that Leo was going ahead with his plans: arranging financing, organizing actors, recruiting writers, and now about to hire Billy as the star of the show.
But what excited Mimosa the most about Leo was the implicit feeling she had that Leo would love to be the first one to fuck her. Perhaps it was a glance she had caught in his eye that brought on the idea, but nothing definite. It was just the unmistakable scent, the odor of two animals drawing together in heat.
One thing Mimosa knew certainly. It would have to be soon. She felt she couldn't last much longer without it. All of her waking and sleeping moments were consumed by thoughts of fucking. The only cure was the real thing.
"Soon..." she thought to herself.
Mimosa went back to the kitchen. Busily washing the lettuce for the salad and doing the necessary chores for the dinner she would serve, she reminded herself that it would be dinner for two. Only Andrea would be eating home with her. Billy would be on his way to meet Leo.
Mimosa felt she had to decide. Right now! Procrastination was useless. It could be none of the boys at school. One of the teachers was interested in her, but Mimosa didn't find him attractive at all. Mimosa ran over the possibilities. There was the doorman and the janitor, too. But it was obvious, it all boiled down to one name ... Leo.