Chapter 5
It was quite late when Janis got back to the house that night and in the morning she had the vague recollection of being awakened by Peggy muttering something about church. Janis had pulled the covers over her head and snapped that she wanted to be left alone, so that the next time she woke up the house seemed strangely quiet and deserted.
Still in her shortie pajamas, she padded barefoot downstairs for some coffee and aspirin. The scotch she'd drunk the night before had blossomed into a splitting headache, but the pain of it took secondary importance the moment she stepped into the kitchen. Van sat at the table, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of cut-off levis..
He smiled and looked up as the door closed. "Good morning, sleepyheadl Finally decided to crawl out, huh?" He motioned to the plate of buttered toast in front of him. "Want some breakfast?"
"Can I have it in bed?" Janis drawled sexily.
Van laughed and shook his head. "Boy, you never give up, do you?"
"No," she purred. "But I give in easily. Why don't you come upstairs with me and find out?"
Van laughed again and chewed into his piece of toast. "You'd better have some orange juice and cool off, kid sister."
"Where's Peggy?"
"Oh, she took her car and went into town to church."
"Why didn't you go with her?" Janis asked, beginning to hope that Van had purposefully stayed behind for the same reason that was on her own mind.
He shrugged and gave her a quick smile. "I've got too much work that needs to be done around the house and yard. Besides, I never took to all that religion stuff myself."
"I know what you mean. When Peggy and I were girls, she always made our parents drag the both of us to Sunday School. I hated it! But I guess that's just one of the differences between her and me."
Van looked up, but said nothing as he took a sip from his coffee.
"Peggy always was kind of square," Janis continued. "She never really wanted to do the-things that were fun. I was glad when she moved down here to Tobinville."
"I guess that's something we agree on then," Van muttered.
"Oh?" Janis's eye brightened hopefully. "About Peggy being a stiok-in-the-mud?"
"No. I mean I'm glad she moved down here, too."
"Oh." Janis paced nervously from the sink to the refrigerator, pouring a glass of orange juice she had no intention of drinking, but needing the time to alter her battle plan. "I, uh, was really surprised when I first met you, Van," she said. "I mean, I didn't expect Peggy's husband to be anything like you."
"Why not?"
"Well, you know. I kind of expected someone with glasses and a bald head."
"Why should you? Peggy's a very attractive woman."
"In her way, sure. But you must admit, a person would think that a guy like you would have picked somebody more..."
"More what?" Van muttered.
Janis put down the glass and moved quickly behind his chair. She put her arms around his neck and leaned forward, pressing her full breasts against his shoulders. "More like me," she murmured. She started to kiss his ear, but Van lifted her arms away and abruptly got to his feet
"Don't start playing games again, Janis," he warned.
"Why not? Are you afraid of what might happen if Peggy isn't here to protect you?" she taunted.
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"Then why don't you come upstairs with me and I'll show you how happy a real woman can make you."
"Peggy is all the woman I need or want. The sooner you realize that, the better things around here are going to be for all of us."
"Peggy?" Janis laughed mockingly. "Come on, Van! Who are you trying to kid?"
"Maybe you don't understand right now how that's possible," he said tersely, "but when you're grown up you just might be able to."
Janis's back bristled. "What makes you think I'm not grown up now?" she demanded.
"Forget it," Van smiled. "Fix yourself some breakfast if you want it. I'm going out to do some work on the lawn."
"Van!" Janis called as he turned to go out the back door. He stopped and looked questioningly at her. "Look at me," she murmured. "I am grown up. Fm a woman and you know it. If you don't believe me.. . . " She unbuttoned the front of her pajamas and pushed the top back from her shoulders, then cupped her tits and held them out to him. "Look at them," she said softly. "Are Peggy's this big? Do hers look as good as mine?" She took two steps toward him, juggling her breasts slowly up and down as she moved. "You know I want you, Van. I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you. And you want me, too. Now's our chance. Don't throw it away."
Van's face was grim, his jaw tightly set as he stared at the tempting display his young sister-in-law was offering. "If you weren't Peggy's sister, I'd. . . "
"You'd what?"
"I'd-I'd put you over my knee and spank the living daylights out of you!" he growled.
"No you wouldn't," Janis persisted. "You know what you'd do. And you know what I'd do, too. All kinds of things, Van. I'll bet I know how to do things that Peggy doesn't do for you. I'll bet I could make you feel like a real man if you gave me the chance." She held out her hand to him, begging him with her eyes to take up the challenge. "Come on. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you."
Van stood his ground for a long, long moment in silence, his eyes darting from Janis to the clock over the sink. Then, breaking abruptly forward, he rushed to her and caught her up in his arms, lifted her and carried her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.
"Yes, Van! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Janis laughed deliriously. She showered his neck with kisses as he took the steps two at a time, her weight as negligible as a feather's in his strong arms.
At last! her mind screamed. He's going to take me at last! She felt an ache pulsing deep in her belly as he carried her down the upstairs hall and kicked open the door to her bedroom. She could almost feel his weight on top of her, his strength moving inside her, his power bursting free and flooding her with his sheer masculinity.
He carried her to the bed and dropped her down on it. Her arms lifted up to him, her eyes beseeching him to hurry. "Quick!" she moaned. "I can't stand it! I need you in me, Van! Please hurry!"
Something in the look on his face drew her up short and she felt a sudden chill race down her back. It was not desire she saw in his eyes, but a frighteningly cold anger.
"Van...? "
"If you so much as move from this room before your sister gets home," he threatened, his voice deep and low and very, very menacing, "I swear I'll get the biggest board I can find and paddle you so hard with it you won't be able to sit down for the rest of the summer!"
"Van..." she whimpered.
"I mean it, Janis. You can push me just so far." He glared angrily for a moment longer, then turned and strode out of the room and back down the steps, slamming the door so hard behind him that the pictures on the wall rattled.
Janis stared at the closed door for a long while, her frustration slowly turning into an anger that tightened her fists so strongly together the knuckles were white. "Yeah?" she screamed. "Well I haven't begun to push, buddy! Just wait! You'll eat those words before I'm through with you!"
Afraid of challenging Van any further, at least for a while, Janis stayed upstairs until she heard her sister's car pull into the driveway. When she heard the screen door slam, she peered out the window to make sure Van was still working in the garden, then left her room and ran quickly downstairs.
"Peggy! Thank goodness you're home!" she gasped. "I'm absolutely starving!"
"Well why didn't you get your pretty self out of bed and fix breakfast?" Peggy smiled. "Did you have to wait for me to fix it for you?"
"I couldn't."
"Now don't tell me Mom didn't teach you how to fry an egg, because I know better."
"No, I mean I couldn't leave my room until you got home."
"What?" Peggy looked intently at her younger sister. "Why on earth not."
"Van wouldn't let me."
"Oh, Janis!" Peggy laughed. "I've never heard anything so ridiculous!"
"No, really! He wouldn't. He told me if I came downstairs before you got back from church he wouldn't be able to control himself."
"Janis, I don't think I'm getting this. Just what are you trying to say?"
"Well, I came downstairs about an hour ago to get something to eat. I didn't know Van was here, so I just came down in my shortie pajamas. He was in the kitchen. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the funny way he was looking at me. Before I knew it, he started attacking me! I had to run upstairs to get away from him!"
Peggy's lower lip began to tremble and she made a good deal of fuss about suddenly clearing off the table and rinsing the dishes in the sink. "I don't believe it," she muttered. "Van just wouldn't do something like that."
"Well you'd better believe it," Janis retorted, "because he did! He almost ripped the pajamas off me! He said I was the most exciting woman he'd ever met in his life land that from the moment he first saw me he wanted to..."
"Janis, stop it!" Peggy shrieked. "I don't want to listen to any more of your lies!"
"They're not lies!"
"They are and you know they are! I know what you're trying to do, but it won't work. Van and I have too much between us for you to make me jealous with a pack of lies like that!"
"Oh?" Janis challenged. "Then why are you so upset if you think it's nothing but a pack of lies?"
"I'm not upset. I'm just appalled that my own sister would stoop so low!"
Janis bristled, her eyes flashing fire. "What you mean is that Van would find your own sister more exciting than you."
Peggy's hand cracked hard against Janis's cheek. "How dare you!" she screamed. Then, covering her mouth with both hands, she shook her head and began to cry. "Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"You're going to be even sorrier," Janis said, her voice cold and threatening. "Until now I was trying to be decent about it and hold him off, because you're my sister and I didn't want to hurt you. But believe me, the next time your dear husband makes a pass, I'm taking him up on it! For the rest of your life you're going to regret slapping me, Peggy!" She turned and ran out of the kitchen, back upstairs to her own room where she slammed the door and locked it. Then, grinning like a Cheshire cat, she went to the window and looked out at Van.
A few minutes later, she saw him lift his head up as Peggy called him to the house. She went to the bedroom door and listened as the sounds of an argument drifted up from downstairs. Opening the door, she crept into the hall and edged her way carefully to the staircase.
"I tell you, nothing happened!" Van swore. Peggy was crying, her voice quivering. "Is that the truth, Van?"
"Of course it's the truth!"
"If I thought for one minute that you and Janis..."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Van shouted. "Don't you know me better than that?"
"I don't know. I'm beginning to wonder if I really know you at all."
"Well that's fine! That sure as hell is fine!"
Janis had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling. Keep it up! she thought gleefully. The more you fight, the better my chances are going to be! She realized that one of the best ways to conquer any objective is to cut off the target's supplies. And Van was the kind of man who needed a regular supply of sex. If he wasn't getting it from Peggy, Janis calculated, it wouldn't be long before he turned elsewhere for it. She'd be certain that when he started looking, she'd be right where he could find her. But this time he'll be the one who does the begging!" she vowed. He'll get it, but he'll have to crawl for it first!
Her spirits continued to soar as the argument downstairs became more heated. She could almost feel herself in Van's arms, the reality of it coming one step closer with each of Peggy's angry shouts. Suddenly she backed up as she heard her sister burst into tears and run for the staircase. Darting down the hall, she barely closed her door in time to avoid being seen as Peggy dashed upstairs and into her own bedroom. A few seconds later, Van thundered up right behind her and stormed into their room, slamming the door behind him.
Janis opened her door and listened as the argument continued. But the smile on her face began to fade as the shouts tapered off, replaced by the quite different sound of murmurs and long periods of silence. Tiptoeing softly down the hall, she eavesdropped outside her sister's bedroom, her face going white as she realized what was happening inside.
"Oh, honey!" Peggy sobbed. "You know what that does to me! Ohhhhhhh!"
Janis's ears strained, but she could hear nothing except a strangely muffled moaning punctuated by sudden gasps from her sister. Dropping to her knees outside the door, she peered through the keyhole but was so dismayed by what she saw she wished she'd never looked.
The bed was directly opposite the door. Peggy was sitting on the edge of it, her skirt pushed up to her waist, her body supported on her elbows as she leaned backwards. Van was on his knees in front of her, his head buried in the warmth of his wife's thighs. As Janis watched in mounting horror, his hands stroked up and down Peggy's chest while his head bobbed in her lap.
"Ohhhhhr Peggy moaned. "Honey, that feels so good!"
Her hands reached down to caress her husband's hairy shoulders, then press against the back of his head and urge his face even closer. Janis could almost hear the wet, smacking sounds of Van's tongue as he used it on her sister.
A pang of jealousy shot through her stomach like a barbed spear. She wanted to burst into the room and pull Van away from Peggy, force him to shower that wonderful pleasure on her. She could almost feel his hot tongue licking through her belly fur, finding her, drilling slowly into the meaty pink core.
Janis's agony mounted as she watched Peggy squirming with pleasure, tossing her head from side to side and jerking her legs spastically as Van brought wave after wave of sensation to her throbbing center.
"Stop!" Peggy groaned, suddenly leaning forward and lifting him up and away from her. "I don't want to end it like that," she murmured. Her arms circled her husband's waist and she planted a wet kiss in the matted hair of his stomach. "How about giving me a chance now?"
Janis's eyes bulged like saucers and her throat went dry with desire as she watched Van fumble with his fly, then drop his shorts to the floor. He stepped out of them and moved closer to the bed. Peggy's hands gripped the hard, fleshy balls of his ass as she pulled him to her waiting mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as the first wet grip of his wife's mouth slipped over him. He held her head tightly with both hands and began to rock himself slowly back and forth at her face. His legs tensed and his gasps of pleasure came harder and faster as Peggy worked on him, returning in full measure the erotic homage he had just given her.
From where she peered through the keyhole, Janis could only see Van's buttocks pumping like a well-oiled machine, thrusting and driving at Peggy's mouth, but in her mind she could picture all of what they were doing. She had done it enough times herself to know how Peggy's lips would be stretched around him, how her cheeks would be puffed out, how her forehead would slap against his belly as she strove to take all of him with her deep lunges.
Her own tongue began to work instinctively inside her mouth, imagining the taste of warm male flesh on it. Her hand dropped to her lap and slipped quickly under her skirt. Her fingers felt like sticks of fire as she pulled back her panties and touched them to her aroused flesh. A shot like electricity ran up her spine. She stiffened her middle finger and inched it slowly through the moist muff of hair and into the juicy passage beyond. Her muscles clamped on it instantly, sucking it in past the second knuckle. As she watched her sister and brother-in-law through the keyhole, her finger began to move rhythmically with the thrusting of Van's buttocks.
Suddenly he stopped and lifted Peggy to her feet, then eased her gently onto her back on the bed. Her legs spread wide to receive him. A dull groan of pleasure broke from both their throats as he settled his weight on top of her and moved slowly inside.
Peggy's legs lifted and locked at the ankles above Van's back. Her hands pressed down on his buttocks, fitting him all the way into her. As he began to move, she sobbed with pleasure, her breath becoming ragged as the tempo quickened and they rushed headlong toward a mutual release.
When it was over, Peggy's legs dropped limply back to the bed. "I'm sorry, honey," she murmured. "I never should have doubted you."
"Forget it," Van assured her. "You know you'll always be the only woman in my life."
Outside in the hall, Janis got shakily to her feet. Her panties were sopping wet. She moved unsteadily back to her own room, her fists clenched tight with anger and frustration. "We'll see about that," she muttered under her breath. "We'll just see about that, Van Avery!"