Chapter 3

"A picnic?" Janis exclaimed the next morning as she helped Peggy clean up the breakfast dishes.

"We go to the lake every Saturday during the summer," Peggy explained. "It's nice and cool and the water's beautiful. You did bring a suit, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I brought one."

"Then come with us. It'll be fun!"

"Yeah," Janis muttered dismally, "it sounds like a barrel of laughs."

"Ohhhh!" Peggy teased. "Just because you've grown up in wicked old Chicago doesn't mean you couldn't have fun at a picnic."

"It just doesn't sound like my speed."

"Honey," Peggy said, putting down her dishcloth, "around here, things like picnics are about the only speed you're going to get."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that."

Peggy shot her sister a sharp look, then shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself. If you want to sit around this hot house all day while we have fun at the lake, it's up to you. I don't want to force you into doing anything you don't want to."

Before Janis could answer, the kitchen door swung open and Van strode in. "You girls about ready to go?" he asked.

Janis stared in wide-eyed awe at her brother-in-law. He was dressed in a short white bathing suit that clung to his hips like the skin on a sausage, outlining in perfect detail the incredible bulk of his masculinity. His thighs and chest were hairier than any man's Janis had ever seen. The black, wiry fur covered him like a bear, but even its thickness could not disguise the well-developed muscles underneath. A sharp, sexual pang ripped through her belly as she stared at him, desiring him as she had desired no other man before. Her eyes devoured the thick bulge in his swimming trunks, measuring it, imagining it swollen to its full size. No wonder Peggy wants to hang onto something like that! she thought, envying her sister until it almost sickened her.

"I'll be dressed in a minute!" she proclaimed. "Oh?" Peggy said sarcastically. "Changed your mind?"

Janis met her eyes defiantly, then darted to Van. "Why not?" she taunted. "like you said, it might turn out to be fun after all!"

Racing upstairs, Janis dug into the dresser drawer where she'd unpacked her bikini. She laughed with unrestrained delight as she pulled off her clothes and wriggled into it. She'd bought the suit just a few weeks earlier in a specialty shop in Chicago, but it was so daringly skimpy that her mother had absolutely forbidden her to wear it even to sunbathe in their own back yard. Admiring her reflection in the dresser mirror, Janis conceded that the suit was, indeed, shocking, but it created just the impression she'd wanted when she bought it.

The top was little more than an inch wide, barely covering the round haloes of her nipples. It exposed her tits to perfection, leaving no doubt at all as to how well she was built. The bottom was just slightly larger. The sides were two linked metal circles that held the front and back pieces together, and these were so narrow that when she'd first tried it on she'd thought she might have to shave some of her belly hair to keep it from being completely indecent. As it was, the suit just covered her front and back clefts.

Delighted by the way she looked, she slipped on a large white man's shirt, leaving it open down the front, and went back downstairs. Van and Peggy were waiting for her in the parlor. A low, appreciative whistle sang from her brother-in-law's lips as she walked into the room.

"Man, oh man!" he laughed. "The Tobinville lake is about to turn into steam!"

"Janis!" Peggy chided. "What do you think you're doing in a get-up like that?"

"Going to the lake," she smiled innocently. She almost laughed at the shocked look on her sister's face. Compared to Peggy's conservative, one-piece tank suit, she felt sexier than ever and realized that the way Van was admiring her, he felt the same.

"Not in that you aren't! Now go right upstairs and put on something decent!"

"I can't. It's the only suit I have. Besides, it's the fashion to wear skimpy bikinis these days. You should be glad I didn't buy a topless one!"

"Janis, you can borrow one of mine if you haven't any others, but you are not. . . "

"Van, what do you think?" Janis quickly challenged. "Do you like it?" She turned from side to side, giving him the full show.

"Well, I..."

"See?" Janis crowed. "He-likes it, but he's afraid to say so." Then, thrusting the challenge like a knife, she added, "Of course if you're worried, Peggy...."

A grim look passed over Peggy's face. "All right," she muttered, anger smoldering openly in her eyes, "come on. But first thing Monday morning, young lady, you and I are going into town to buy you a decent bathing suit."

Smiling victoriously, Janis skipped out to Van's car and parked herself in the front seat, closing the door firmly on her sister. "You don't mind sitting in the back this time, do you?" she asked sweetly. "I get so carsick When I don't sit up front."

Peggy grit her teeth, but climbed meekly into the back, leaving Janis alone with Van. She watched with mounting fury as her kid sister inched her way slowly closer to her husband, then abruptly swung the picnic basket over the seat and plopped it between them. 'Watch it!" she muttered. Then, smiling just as sweetly as Janis could do, she added, "So nothing spills."

The lake turned out to be a pleasant surprise to Janis. She'd half expected something the size of a large puddle, but it was big enough for speedboats at one end and uncrowded swimming at the other. There were picnic grounds, a fringe of woods, and a short but sandy beach at the edge of the water. Van selected a spot just beyond the trees, so they could alternately enjoy both sun and shade. As Peggy spread out the blanket and began to unpack the lunch, Janis inspected the area. The way the lake curved, it would be easy for someone to slip into the woods beyond the beach without being seen, she quickly observed. In fact, there seemed to be a good spot just a hundred yards or so away.

Feeling a surge of excitement in her belly as her plan took shape, she ran back to the blanket and discarded her shirt. "Anyone for a swim?"

"You're going to swim in that?" Peggy gasped.

"Sure, why not?"

"By the time you come out of the water that suit will have shrunk to nothing!"

"So?" Janis shrugged. "What do you say?"

"Not me," Peggy said. "I'll be content just sitting in the sun and reading."

"Then how about you, Van?" Janis asked. She saw the way her brother-in-law's eyes were devouring her nearly naked body and his throat throbbing as he swallowed hard.

"I don't know," he hedged. "I think I'll stay here with Peggy."

"What's the matter?" Janis taunted. "Don't tell me a big strong man like you is afraid of the water."

"Van's an expert swimmer," Peggy announced.

"So? Then come on! Show me what you can do, expert!"

"No, thanks," Van smiled. "I don't think I want to just now. You go ahead; maybe I'll join you later."

Undaunted, Janis reached for a paper cup and held it out to her sister. "Could I have some of that lemonade, please?"

"Sure, honey." Peggy filled the cup and handed it back, then squealed in surprise as Janis poured every drop of the ice-cold drink down her husband's back.

"There!" Janis laughed. "Now you're already wet!" Adding insult to injury, she scooped up a fistful of sand and threw it at him. "And sticky!"

Sputtering with anger, Van leaped to his feet. "Why you...! "

"Try and catch me!" Janis challenged, and tore off down the strip of sandy beach with Van right behind her. She laughed wildly as she ran, but the excitement of the chase had nothing to do with it. As soon as they were around the next curve and out of Peggy's sight, the race would be over, she vowed, and another type of game would begin. In that bikini, with Van already obviously interested, she didn't see how she could lose.

The trees rushed toward her as she ran blindly forward and turned with the curve of the beach. She twisted her head around to see if Van was following and suddenly screamed with shock as a pair of arms came out of nowhere to catch and hold her. A grinning, sun-tanned boy with a shock of unruly blond hair laughed as she struggled to break free. "What's the hurry? Where's the fire?"

"Let go of me!" Janis screamed. "Let me loose!" Her fists pummeled at the boy's chest and he let her go, but Van was already there and the chase was ended.

"Hi, Jip," Van laughed, gasping with exhaustion from the race. "I see you caught her for me!"

"Hi, Van," the boy answered. "What do you want us to do with her?"

Us? Janis's head whirled around and confronted a dozen other teenagers a few yards away, watching in silent fascination.

"How about lighting a fire and roasting her over it?" Van suggested.

"How about skinning her alive?" the boy offered. Then, his eyes moving slowly up and down her body in open appreciation of the sultry curves, he added, "Except it looks like someone beat us to it!"

"How about going to hell?" Janis snapped angrily. It had been such a good plan and would have worked, too, if those creeps wouldn't have been there. She'd been positive that if she'd been able to get Van alone he'd have gone into the woods with her-or at least broken his resistance and got him to agree to come to her room that night when Peggy was asleep.

"She's a live one, isn't she, Van!" the boy laughed.

"She sure is!"

"Is this your wife's sister? The one who was coming from Chicago for the summer?"

"That's her," Van grunted. "Janis, this is one of the boys who works part-time at my station. His name's Jip Jones."

The boy grinned and held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Janis."

"The pleasure's all yours," she cracked, refusing to take the proffered handshake. "Come on, Van. Let's get back to our blanket."

"Why don't you stay here and make friends with the kids?" Van suggested.

Looking scornfully at the innocent young faces listening to their every word, she laughed and retorted, "No, thanks. I forgot to bring my sand pail and shovel."

"Go on, don't be such a snob," Van chided. "They're a great bunch of kids."

"Yeah, I can see they'd be a barrel of laughs. What time does their nursemaid bring out the cookies and milk?"

"We're going to have hamburgers later," one of the boys in the group called.

"Hamburgers!" Janis mocked. "Now that does sound racy! I'll bet one of you little devils even slipped in some onion when Mommy wasn't looking!"

Van shot her an angry look. "They're just trying to be friendly, Janis."

Something in the tone of his voice told her it might be a smart thing to cool the wise-cracks for a while. "All right, I'm sorry," she muttered.

Another of the boys stood up and approached them. "Would you like a coke? I've got a lot in my basket."

Janis's eyes ran slowly down the boy's torso, lingering on his crotch as a slow, suggestive smile crept over her face. "So I see!" she murmured.

The boy's face reddened with embarrassment.

"Oh! You meant the picnic basket!" Janis drawled. The boy was interesting. Still virtually a baby, as far as her particular tastes were concerned, but obviously possessing a good start toward manhood. She glanced quickly at the other kids' faces. Maybe I could have a little fun with these hicks! she thought, realizing that with Peggy hanging close by she'd get nowhere with Van that afternoon. The stares the boys in the group were giving her were definitely encouraging and the glowers from the girls were enough to spike her bitchiness.

"All right," she told Van, "I'll see you later." The blond-haired boy named Jip beamed happily and took her lightly by the arm. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the group."

The boys stared with awed fascination as Janis moved slowly, sensuously toward the little circle of teenagers. Eat your hearts out, kiddies! she laughed to herself. These goodies have already been reserved!

"Everybody," Jip announced, "this is Janis. She's Peggy Avery's sister, down from Chicago for the summer." The boys nodded and grinned in greeting, but the girls gave her no more than cold, forced smiles. "Sit down, Janis," the boy prompted. "Tadpole, get her a coke, huh?"

"Tadpole? Jip?" Janis laughed. "What kind of names are those for good-looking guys like you?"

"My name's really Tad," the boy said sheepishly as he handed Janis a coke bottle.

"Well who gave you such a stupid nickname?"

"I did," one of the girls said icily. '

Janis's eyes flashed to meet the girl's and found them burning with open hatred. She was a rather pretty thing, in a girlish way, but certainly no match for Janis's big-city flashiness.

"Betty-Lou gave all the kids in our group nicknames," Jip explained.

"Did she?" Janis drawled cattily. "How clever of her! I wonder if she has a name for me?" Then, smiling as the other girl bristled, she murmured, "Yes, I'll bet she does!"

For a long moment there was an awkward silence, then another of the boys spoke up. "That's some bathing suit you've got, Janis."

"Do you like it?" She turned from side to side, exhibiting her near-nakedness to each "of the boys in turn. One of them whistled and got a sharp poke in the ribs from the girl sitting next to him. "I was a little afraid to wear it down here."

"Oh?" Betty-Lou murmured. "I can't imagine why."

Fixing her attention full on the conservative two-piece suit Betty-Lou wore, Janis retaliated, "Well it's too old-fashioned, of course. I thought surely everyone would laugh at me for not having a topless suit."

"Topless!" another boy sniggered. "Man! I'd like to see that in Tobinville!"

"Would you?" Janis purred. A loud gasp shot through the group as she began to unhook the snap to her bikini bra. Then, giving each of the girls a condescending look, she dropped her hands and smiled. "No, I'd better not. I don't want the other girls to feel out of place."

"Would you like to come to our wiener roast tonight, Janis?" the boy named Tadpole asked.

"A wiener roast!" Her eyes widened with exaggerated interest. "Hmmmmm! There's nothing I like better than a hot wiener!"

"You know it's a couples party," Betty-Lou snapped.

"Oh," the boy mumbled. "Yeah, I forgot."

Betty-Lou fixed a sweet smile on Janis. "Sorry."

Not as sorry as you're going to be! Janis muttered to herself. Then, turning to Jip, she asked, "Why don't you give me a tour around the lake?"

The boy hedged for a moment, looking from Janis to Betty-Lou, then grinned uneasily and agreed. "Okay, I guess I could."

Taking his hand in hers, Janis skipped off down the beach, turning to call over her shoulder to Betty-Lou, "See you later!"

They walked for several minutes in silence, plodding further and further from the group until they rounded another indentation and were out of sight. Jip's hand tightened on Janis's. "You're some girl!" he said hesitantly.

"Do you think so?"

"Oh, sure! Boy, you really made those other girls look silly!"

"I guess a girl grows up faster in the big city," Janis drawled. Then, returning the pressure on Jip's hand, she added, "You're different from the rest of the group, too."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to describe, but you just seem like more of a man than the other guys."

"I do?" the boy gulped in surprise.

"Of course you do." Janis stopped walking and fixed him with a suggestive stare. Her eyes ran slowly up and down his body. In spite of her resolution to conquer Van or nobody, she had to admit that there were definitely interesting qualities to be found in Jip. His face was boyish, with just the beginning of the leathery hardness a man gets with regular shaving, but his body was well-developed and youthfully strong. He looked like he played sports well. His biceps and thighs were lithe but well-proportioned; his chest and belly were ribbed with muscle.

Janis's eyes wandered further down, fixing on Jip's crotch, appraising the bulge inside his bathing suit. The boy shifted his weight nervously from one foot to another as he realized what Janis was staring at. "How big is it?" she murmured in a low, sexy whisper, and Jip's face turned white.

"W-what?" he gasped.

"How big is the lake?"

He swallowed hard and wiped his hand across his brow. "Oh. It's, uh, about five miles around, I think."

"Then I guess it's silly to try walking all the way," she said, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the boy's discomfort. "Why don't we sit down somewhere in the shade and rest?" She turned and pointed to the dense thicket of woods at the edge of the beach. "How about in there? Is it cool back there?"

"Yeah," Jip gulped. "It's cool. But. . . "

"But what?" Janis teased. "You aren't afraid of anything, are you? A big man like you?" Again her eyes dropped to the boy's crotch. She tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the woods. "Come on, I'm hot!" she laughed.

Jip followed her uncertainly, his steps as dogged as a condemned man going to the gallows. "I'll bet he's a virgin!" Janis thought gleefully. "He's ready to pee in his pants in fear of what bad old me is going to do to him!"

"There's, uh, a nice clearing over here," Jip suggested.

"Oh? Is that where you take all the girls you make out with?"

Jip grinned foolishly and shook his head no. "We, uh, have picnics there sometimes."

"Ummmm! These picnics are beginning to sound like fun!"

"I don't know if you'd enjoy them," the boy answered. "They're actually kind of dull."

They won't be for long! Janis thought with a laugh. She followed Jip into the little clearing in the woods, then squealed suddenly and began to hop up and down. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, bouncing and brushing her hands over her breasts.

"What's the matter?"

"A bug! I trunk a bug just flew down my top!" She hopped wildly, shaking herself and pushing at her breasts. "Well don't just stand there!" she cried. "Help me!"

"W-what do you want me to do."

"Get it out! Get it out!"

Jip swallowed hard land raised his hand tentatively toward Janis's bobbing tits. His fingers seemed frozen, unable to do what his mind was telling him he could.

"Put your hand in!" Janis squealed. "Get it out!" She seized the boy's wrist and shoved his fingers down into the deep cleft between her tits. Her bouncing stopped the instant his fingers began to clumsily paw at her. A triumphant smile spread across her lips. "Find anything?" she murmured.

"N-not yet," Jip squeaked.

"Keep looking! I know something flew down there!"

Her body began to gyrate slowly back and forth as the boy wriggled his hand over her firm young tits. His groping was hardly a match for the experienced fondling she was used to, but just the feel of a masculine hand on them was enough to begin to excite her. "Come closer," she suggested. "Look and see if you can't find anything."

Jip's eyes were as wide as saucers as he peered down into the deep valley of flesh. His fingers tightened on her nipple and began to squeeze it with such force it was painful.

"That's not it!" Janis snapped. "Don't squash that, for crissake!"

The boy's hand pulled back and he muttered a quick apology. "I, uh, can't find anything," his hand moved slowly, reluctantly, and yet with an aura of relief from her breasts.

"No?" Janis drawled. "I could have sworn something flew down there." Her eyes widened and she pointed with mock surprise at Jip's bathing suit. "Look! It's in your suit now!"

The boy's cheeks turned beet-red with embarrassment. "That's not.. . "

"It's alive!" Janis shrieked. "Look how it's jumping around in there! It's a big one, too!"

"I-I-"

"Quick! Let me get it!" she cried, and before Jip could stop her, she seized the top of his bathing suit and thrust her hand deeply into it. "Ohhhh! It is a big one!" Her fingers made a tight fist around the solid length of hot boy-flesh, squeezing it and tugging on it as though she meant to rip it loose from the rest of his body.

"Janis!" he gasped. "That's not a..." He stopped abruptly, startled by the strange smile he saw on her face as she moved closer to him and her hand began to stroke more gently.

"I know What it is, dummy!" she laughed. Her lips parted as she pressed them gently against Jip's mouth. "Kiss me!" she ordered. The boy began to gum her lips awkwardly. "Not like that!" she chided. "With your tongue! like this!"

Wrapping her other hand around his head, she forced his mouth down on hers and rammed the full length of her wet pink tongue between his lips, stroking and curling around his until it began to respond clumsily. She drew her own tongue back into her mouth and forced Jip's to follow. As soon as it was inside, she closed her lips on it and sucked deeply from the back of her throat, bringing a gasp of surprised delight from the boy. As they kissed, her hand continued to play with him inside his bathing suit, measuring the full length and girth of him and finding it quite suitable. Not like Rocky's, she thought, nor what I expected Van to be, but certainly big enough to have a good time with!

She fondled him until he was throbbing at the peak of excitement, then abruptly pulled her hand away and broke the kiss. "Janis!" the boy choked, reaching to pull her back into his arms.

"We'd better get back to the others," she said flatly. "They'll be wondering what happened to us."

"To hell with them! Don't go now!"

"Sorry, honey," she stated. "That's as far as I go while the sun's still sinning."

"What?" Jip groaned, his need pathetically still very much in evidence.

"It's a peculiarity of mine," she explained with a wicked smile. "I only get really wild when it's night And," she added pointedly, "especially at wiener roasts. When I'm at one of them there's no controlling me!"

Jip swallowed hard. "I-I'd love to bring you tonight, but I've already got a date."

"Oh?"

"It's kind of understood that Betty-Lou and I go everywhere together."

Janis's eyebrows lifted archly. "Well, then you'll only have a few hours to wait until she takes care of your problem, won't you?" She turned and started to walk away from him, but Jip lunged after her and caught her hard by the wrist.

"Don't go! Please!" he begged. "You can't leave me like-this!"

"Oh, come on!" she mocked. "Don't you know yet what big boys can do to take care of problems like that by themselves?"

"I don't want to do that!"

Janis's hand stroked across the front of his bathing suit and the rock-hard strength pushing against it "Take me to the wiener roast instead of Betty-Lou," she breathed huskily, "and I'll give you a night you'll never forget, Jip. That's a promise!"

He hesitated, his hand twitching nervously at his side. "All right!" he agreed at last. "I'll pick you up at Van's about eight o'clock."

"Good!" Janis planted a quick kiss on his mouth and skipped away from him toward the beach.

"Wait a minute!" Jip groaned. "What about right now?"

"That's your problem, honey!" Janis laughed. "See you at eight!"