Chapter 7
Both Allen and Valerie were quick to pick-up the obvious change in Peter's mood when they returned from Glens Falls. But his sister detected more than just a change in moods. She knew Peter too well to let a significant change in his personality slip by unnoticed. There was an air of confidence in his manner, she noted at dinner. And she caught a trace of an inner glow radiating from Cathy. Her conclusion, which she would confirm when she was alone with Peter, was that he succeeded in his goal to seduce their aunt.
"Anyone for volleyball?" Allen asked after dinner.
The response wasn't very enthusiastic, though no one came out and said "no" to the suggestion.
"We've had an entire change-over in guests this weekend," Allen went on. "Have to see to it they enjoy themselves ... let them know about the activities we offer at night. And I guess I'll have to get the first campfire going for them. Coax them into a volleyball game ... ping-pong, shuffleboard ... introduce every one...." He paused to see if Peter or Valerie had developed any interest. The kids would do most of the work, he knew, and he could just relax with the guests. But when he saw they hadn't developed any enthusiasm, he addressed Cathy with a wink and said, "Did you see those two young girls that came in yesterday?"
"Just O'Brian's daughter," Cathy answered.
"That's the redhead," Allen said, continuing to talk to Cathy, but watching Peter's expression for a spark of interest. "The Walters have a pretty blonde daughter. Saw her at the pool this afternoon in one of those skimpy bikinis."
"I'd like to know why there are never any boys my age," Valerie joined in with a sulking tone in her voice.
"I guess it's because most of the boys get summer jobs when they reach sixteen," Allen answered.
"You wouldn't find the ones your age that do come up here very interesting," Cathy added with a laugh. "They're usually Mama's boys that weren't permitted to stay home alone."
"It just doesn't seem fair," Valerie added.
"That's not altogether true, Cathy," Allen said. "The Walters brought their son again this year and he's not a Mama's boy. He's more of a man's man."
"Oh, yes. I forgot about him!" Cathy replied, then turned to Valerie and said, "He's about twenty-one or two, dark hair and lots of fun ... especially at the pool, or in a volleyball game."
"Really?" Valerie said with growing inter est. "How tall is he? I get the feeling you're putting me on."
"I guess he's about five-ten," Cathy said, not able to contain a devilish grin.
"Okay, Aunt Cathy," Valerie said with conviction. "What's wrong with him?"
"It wouldn't be fair for me to criticize Uncle Allen's attempt at matching. Let's all go up and meet the new guests and you can judge for yourself."
"Come on, Peter," Allen said, pushing away from the dinner table. "You and I can go up while the girls do the dishes."
"Male chauvinist," Valerie said with a grin.
"That's not fair," Allen said. "We're up working in the morning while you girls are still sleeping...."
"I was only kidding," Valerie laughed, finding herself refreshed and slightly excited over the prospect of meeting a possible candidate for a summer romance.
After Peter and her uncle had gone, she tried to coax Cathy into telling what she knew about the young man. But Cathy wouldn't go into any details before Valerie saw him for herself. It was certainly a new twist, Valerie thought with building interest. Most people tend to build you up for a big let-down, when you were going to meet someone, she decided. This case was just the opposite. However, when she and Cathy got to the group forming around the campfire, the Walters weren't present. Valerie waited patiently for a look at the mystery guest, but as the evening wore on, she realized he wasn't going to make an appearance and she was slightly depressed when they returned to the house. It was late by then and she put him out of her mind as they retired to their rooms. But the moment she heard the door close on Cathy and Allen's bedroom, she went to the connecting door to her brother's room and knocked.
The reply was almost instant, "Come in," Peter's voice called to her.
She entered his room and stared at him a moment as he pulled off his sweater. Then she asked. "Well?"
"Well what?" he came back with a surprised look on his face, not knowing what she meant by the stern tone in her voice.
"Well, Did you or didn't you?" she asked, pressing the point that he knew what she meant.
"Do what?" he shot back, not really knowing what she meant.
Valerie smiled knowingly at him then and said, "You know what I'm talking about ... Aunt Cathy."
"Oh!" he said with a sheepish grin.
"Did you ... do what you said you were going to do?"
He turned to retrieve his pajamas, to avoid her eyes as he said, "Yeah." He was blushing when he turned back to face her.
"You little devil," Valerie said with a throaty laugh. "I figured as much when I paw , how fast you got over your mood."
"You don't think Uncle Allen knows too, do you?" he asked with alarm. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "It's not branded across your forehead, you know."
"Sure ... but you picked it up pretty fast ... maybe he got suspicious too...."
"Stop worrying. I only suspected it because you told me you wanted to ... Oh, Peter ... take my word for it. He doesn't suspect a thing."
"That's good. Because I feel great ... like a big load was lifted from my shoulders. Man ... you don't know how lucky you are to be a girl, when it comes to sex. Hell, girls don't have to worry about getting it ... or anything. All they have to do is say 'yea' and they've got it. And then they don't have to worry about failing or anything. Just open their legs and...."
"Sure, Peter, sure," she interrupted him, backing towards the door. "It's really rough being a guy...."
"Hey! I'm not kidding," he said, moving toward her and catching the door before she could close it. "Okay. If you don't want to listen, just remember ... a guy has to bust his ass getting his first piece ... and then he can't let the girl know it's his first ... he has to know what to do without any experience...."
"Say 'goodnight,' Peter," she said with a laugh, trying to close the door in his face...." and he's so damned hot, he has to worry about coming before he gets it in...."
"Goodnight, Peter," she said, pushing on the door.
"What's the use?" he moaned, releasing his grip on the door so she could close it.
"Was it good?" she teased, before closing the door.
He smiled then and said, "You know it!"
Valerie went to bed, pleased that her brother had worked out his problems and was on his way to overcoming his timidity. When she got up the next morning she was determined to meet the young man her uncle had mentioned. Regardless of what his shortcomings were, she told herself, she'd either find a little romance for the next week or two, or she would use her charms to dazzle him and make him dance like a puppet on a string. Either way, she decided, would put her back in the game of love.
Wearing the new bikini she had bought in Lake George Village, she presented herself at the pool for all to admire. And she was pleased with the stir her appearance created among the married men, young and old alike. She also found it interesting to watch the married women openly make advances to her handsome uncle. It appeared to her that one of the younger, more attractive women had his eye too. Valerie paid close attention to this development when she heard the girl tell him her husband was going to take their young daughter to one of the kiddie attractions for the afternoon. She could see her uncle slipping off for a quick affair with this attractive customer and wondered if he did so often, or just played it as though it was a game.
Shortly after noon she returned to the house and found the others were having lunch in the solarium. Allen was dressed in his usual teeshirt, slacks and sneakers, but Cathy and Peter had towels wrapped around them. It occurred to her that they weren't wearing anything under the towels and she wondered what her uncle's reaction to that had been. As she took a sandwich from the tray she got a glimpse of Cathy's naked hip and was certain they had been sunbathing in the nude. She was even more curious whether Allen had walked in and saw the two of them naked.
"Now if Valerie is going to take off her bikini and join you," her uncle was saying, "then I won't bother going up to the woods to cut firewood for the campfire. I'll stay right here and take a sunbath too."
Cathy shocked him when she said, "Valerie and I have done it before ... haven't we?"
"Yes," she answered softly, embarrassed by the question.
"Did you meet Jeff?" Cathy asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. He was at the pool. ... Uncle Allen introduced us," she answered, eating her sandwich, and thought that was the end of it.
"What did you think?" Cathy pressed, while the others grew more interested in the conversation too.
"You were right," she said with a sigh. "He's not a Mama's boy."
"What did you really think of him," Allen asked anxiously.
"When he grows up, I'll tell you," she answered in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.
"What do you mean?" Peter joined in the questioning.
"Well," she began, putting her sandwich down and picking up a glass of soda as she rose to her feet. "Here's this dude ... not that bad looking, if you don't mind beer-barrel bellies ... walking around the pool like he's hot shit." She walked around the table in an imitation of his strutting, arrogant manner, trying to make her flat stomach bulge, but not managing this. "This is a can of beer," she added, lifting the soda glass. "Jeff doesn't move without a can of beer. Uncle Allen introduces us and good old Jeff asks me if I'd like a beer ... naturally! Then he turns and picks up a kid and throws him in the pool ... tries to do the same thing to one of the men, but since he's only got one hand-the other always holds the beer-fee gets thrown into the pool. Ahhh ... but my hero surfaces ... holding the beer and takes a swig to show how great he is ... When he gets out of the pool, the first thing he does is get a fresh can of beer, dripping water over everyone in his path and impressing me with his agility to get to the beer chest regardless of obstacles...."
Cathy and Peter laughed openly at her imitation, while Allen pretended to be hurt by it, hiding his own grin behind a hand. Cathy's towel opened and her breasts were exposed, but she didn't move to cover herself. Only Valerie seemed surprised by Cathy's sudden exposure, which quickly dissipated when she realized her uncle was obviously aware of what they were doing and had more than likely seen them both naked when he arrived.
"I guess I'll go cut that wood." Allen said, then asking in an off-hand way, "What are you going to do, Val?"
"I don't know. I may go back to the pool and watch lover-boy make an ass of himself," she answered, knowing it was a lie, but not wanting to encourage her uncle to stay.
Peter turned over on his stomach and pulled the towel from his buttocks, exposing the mounds of flesh that had already started to turn a pinkish-red from the rays of the sun And as Allen was leaving he warned Peter about getting too much of a burn on that sensitive skin, especially the first time. Then as Allen walked out of the Solarium, Valerie was certain he was on his way to a rendezvous with his new admirer from the pool, since she knew he had already brought the firewood down that morning.
"Why don't you take off your suit and join us?" Cathy was saying as she removed her towel and turned over on her stomach.
"All right," she said, slipping out of the bikini under the watchful eyes of Cathy and Peter. "But just for a few minutes," she added as an after-thought, realizing her brother may want to be alone with Cathy again.
Being totally naked, in the bright sun, in the presence of Peter and Cathy, gave Valerie's sagging spirits a lift. There was a carefree, exciting freedom in this new experience, she thought, as she walked to the windows to allow them to completely devour her nakedness with their eyes. A slight dampness formed in the nest of hair between her legs, and as she walked back to the chaise lounge, a warm fluid trickled onto her inner thighs. It was strange, she thought, how their admiring eyes stirred her sexually. And as she stretched back on the lounge, she opened her legs wide, as if showing the world her golden-blonde fleece and the pouting lips of the mouth beneath it.
"Would you put some more oil on my back?" Cathy was asking Peter.
"Errrr ... yeah...." he said, a bit flustered and pretending it was difficult to get his tired muscles to move.
Cathy and Valerie stared at him as he labored to lift himself from the lounge. It became evident then that he was embarrassed by the stiff pole protruding from his body. He tried to pretend it wasn't there and proceeded to apply the lotion to Cathy's back, but he was wishing his sex apparatus wouldn't give such an open display of what was on his mind. But he meticulously applied the oil to Cathy's back and buttocks, more concerned with the touch of her body than his embarrassment or his sister's staring eyes.
When he had worked his way down to Cathy's legs, he glanced across to where Valerie was sitting and caught a smile and motion of her head that seemed to be trying to tell him something. He frowned back, questioning what is was she was trying to say. Valerie jerked her head to the side and moved it forward, trying to signal that he should get on the lounge with their aunt. The two communicated in this silent manner, using their eyes and expressions to tell each other what they wanted. Peter was telling her he didn't think it was a good idea and Valerie was practically insisting on it.
Cathy was unaware of what they were doing, since she was facing away from Valerie. But when Peter knelt on the lounge and straddled her legs, she realized he was bent on more than massaging her back. To encourage him, she began spreading her legs until he moved to a kneeling position between them. A warm plow came over her as his hands kneaded her buttocks and he slowly brought his probing pole to the junction of her legs. By slowly moving up on her knees, she arched her rump off the lounge to present him with an easier target.
Valerie's eyes grew wider, coaxing Peter to proceed with the intentions they were all aware of at this point. It seemed that only her brother had any reservations about doing it. A reflection of his timid manner, she thought as she prodded him on with her facial expressions.
"Go on...." Cathy finally whispered to him, still not aware that Valerie was watching.
He inched forward, more confident now that he had Cathy's approval, and guided his weapon to the door of her lubricating, pulsating slit. Using his fist, he worked the head of his throbbing meat in circles at the entrance, parting the soft, pink lips and gradually slipping the tip in.
Cathy found his teasing approach to be a certain sign that her nephew was well on his way to manhood now. The scared, timid little boy she had known was fading out of her life, replaced now by another aggressive man. And she had been instrumental in his development, she told herself proudly, building with lust as she tried to suck his pole into her craving network. But she quickly discovered Peter had a will of his own now and preferred to tantalize her and make her beg for the bone.
As the teasing continued, Cathy turned her head to see if Valerie was aware of what was happening. When she saw her niece smiling and staring with wide-eyed interest, she gave her a faint look of helplessness. The girl took it as a signal to come to her aid and quickly padded over to them. Cathy lifted herself on her elbows, to see what her niece was going to do, but the girl had slipped behind Peter and was out of her view.
When Valerie slipped her hand between Peter's legs and cupped the dangling sacks at the base of his prong, he let out a low, animal-like moan and halted his activities completely. For a moment Cathy thought the girl was attempting to interfere with their game and was filled with fear. But Valerie, still cupping his testicles in her hand, brought the middle finger of her other hand up from his scrotum to his anus, causing Peter to lunge forward and drive his sword up to the hilt in Cathy's anxiously awaiting vagina.
"OH!" Cathy cried out with delighted surprise. "Mmmmmm ... that feels better ... mmmmmmm ... much better."
Peter began pumping his piston into her with a vengeance then. His sister was delivering unbelievable sensations to his rectum, he realized, while he buried his weapon in his aunt's sucking furnace. But Valerie suddenly released his testicles and slipped her finger from the deep crack between his buttocks. He was disappointed at that loss, but continued pistoning his rod into the building fire in Cathy's oven.
Cathy was totally consumed by the heat of his piston sliding in and out of her. But she managed a weak smile of thanks when Valerie came around to where she could see her. The girl slipped to a kneeling position in front of her and began giving her breasts a tantalizing, soothing massage. As Cathy lifted herself up to accommodate Valerie's delicate hands on her firm, nipple quivering breasts, she found her face in the girl's lap. Without thinking, she buried her nose in the blonde pubic hair and breathed the moist heat escaping from the girl's slit.
Peter was grunting hard, already feeling the hot lava building to the explosion point in his testicles. He could see Valerie's delighted smile and his aunt's head buried in the nest between his sister's legs. It sparked him on, bringing him to the edge of his climax as he watched his sister's expression and listened to the faint sounds escaping from her throat. He had to close his eyes when he found himself licking his lips and wanting the taste of her himself.
"OH!...." Cathy cried as her body began its release of pent-up juices, and Valerie's pelvis jerked forward, filling her aunt's mouth with soft, hot lips. "Mmmmmm...." Cathy breathed, reaching a climax and French kissing the mouth pressing against her own. It was irresistible, she thought, but strangely feminine. Her mind was filled with a thick fog and she couldn't think straight. It wasn't until she squeezed out the last drop of her orgasm and felt Peter's spitting snake sigh from exhaustion, that she realized the mouth she was kissing was the one between Valerie's legs. But by then her niece was flushing her girl-flux on it and she really didn't care anymore.