Chapter 11
Misty kissed her mother good night and crept to her room. She slipped inside and closed the door behind herself, leaning against it for several minutes while she caught her breath. God, what a day, what a night, what a week. She'd leaped into the sexual life with a vengeance, going crazy at the sight of a cock or a pussy. She smiled to herself. What had happened to the naive virgin she'd known only a few days before? Well, her brother Jerry had started it. They had started it, really. They both had been vulnerable.
She turned on the reading light over her bed and got out of her dress. She tossed it aside and started for the bathroom. A faint scratching stopped her. She froze, looking at the door. Oh, oh, her father had awakened and he was going to give her hell right now. She went to the door and leaned her ear against it.
"Who is it?"
"Me."
She turned the lock and opened the door a crack. "It's late and I don't have any clothes on."
"Terrific. Let me in."
Misty knew she had lost a great deal of her modesty when she didn't hesitate another second. She let her brother into her bedroom when she didn't have on a stitch of clothing. And she felt her fatigue dropping away like the taking off of a heavy blanket.
Jerry came in and she quickly locked the door behind him. She leaned against the door, one hand over her breasts, the other over her cunt. He stood, staring, wearing his pajama bottoms and nothing else. He grinned at her.
"You look sort of like you've been through a war," he said with a faint smile. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, but she touched her hair, exposing her breasts in the process. "I guess I look a sight, but I've just been busy, that's all."
"I'll bet you have. That Arab guy looked like he was ready to play ball."
Misty suddenly giggled, stifling her voice as best she could. "We played a doubleheader."
He nodded as he stepped closer to her. "I've missed seeing you, kid sister. It's been a couple of days for us, you know."
It was her turn to nod. "I know, but I've been awfully busy. And, if I'm going to fool around, it's much better if I do it with people who aren't members of my own family. You know what I mean."
He reached for her and she felt her body move toward him, even as she protested. "No, Jerry. It isn't right."
"In a pig's ass it isn't right."
He grasped her shoulders, kissing her roughly on the mouth. She twisted her face away, protesting, "I'm tired."
He let go, peering down into her face. "What" did you guys do all night? Do you realize it's almost two in the morning?"
She shook her head, twisting her face away. "We started with two and ended up with three. It was quite a party, champagne and everything."
"Three? Everything?" he asked, a half smile on his face. "It sounds like I missed some excitement."
"You did. One of his girlfriends showed up at the yacht. It turned out to be her boat, a big thing docked on the bay. It... um, works very well as a party place."
"Arabs, champagne, yachts, women," he breathed. "I really do feel left out."
He took her shoulders, pulling her against him and she felt his prick poking against her right through his pajamas. He was like a stone, heavy and hot. She could feel dampness from the end of his prick. He was secreting, getting ready for sex.
She lifted her face and he kissed her directly on the mouth, his tongue coming straight out to lance into her throat. She bit down gently on the tongue as a way of welcoming its intrusion. Then he ran his hands down her back until he was cupping the cheeks of her ass. He lifted her up on her toes as he threw his crotch into hers. His prick was like a naming sword, hot, heavy, sticking her everywhere it touched.
She gasped as her temperature began to rise. He really know how to make her hot in a hurry, and she loved him for this. He had been her first and he certainly was not going to be her last, but he was among her best. She shoved her tongue forward, into his mouth so that she could count his teeth and then plunge her tongue into his throat. He sucked on it, taking as much of the tongue as she had to give.
His hands went into the crack of her ass, kneading, pushing, goosing her so thoroughly that she wanted to whimper for joy. He was so satisfying to be with. He ran his hands down over her cheeks and between her legs. He went directly for her pussy, plunging his hands into her fur. Misty tried to bring her legs together, protesting.
"Jerry, I love you and all that, but this is a sin, isn't it?"
"Hell, no. It's terrific."
"But I'm tired. I've had enough sex for one day."
"I know you, sister. You'll never have enough sex until the day you die. You're loaded. You were put here to fuck a hungry world."
She sighed as he pressed her thighs apart and his hands planted themselves on her cunt. She then was hot all over again, gasping as he shoved his hands up inside her body. God, he didn't waste any time. He was up in the heart of her in a matter of seconds.
She sighed and went limp, allowing him to scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the bed. He tossed her down so that she bounced, her breasts flying, her hips jerking. Then he was down over her, kneeling over her body. She reached for his pajamas, untying the drawstring and pulling them down over his hips.
There was his cock, out, hot, heavy, turning pink, its single eye dripping a clear fluid. She peered closely at it, her eyes slightly crossed. "God, you do have a cock and balls, dear brother."
He chuckled and then he gasped as she wrapped her fingers around his testicles. She rolled them back and forth, squeezing as firmly as she dared without hurting him. He began to tremble as she caressed his balls for several minutes.
Then her hands moved to his prick and she wrapped her fingers around it. He knelt, not moving, as her hands moved up and down his rod. She was pumping him as though she were coaxing water from a well, but this well was going to gush forth something a lot more precious than water.
He kept working at her pussy, his finger nipping in and out, running across her erect button until it was standing up like a tiny penis. He strummed it until it was vibrating with pleasure.
"Oh, God...! " Her voice ripped the heavy stillness in the room.
"Sh!" he warned. "They'll hear us."
She clamped her mouth shut as he wrapped his finger around the button and pulled. Her hips came up off the bed with his pull, so that her body made itself into a firm bridge, a span that vibrated with tension.
In a few more seconds she was ready to come, and she reached for his head, wrapping her fingers into his hair and jerking with sexual spasms. "Jerry, I'm ready!"
"Me, too," he gasped.
Then he was shoving her knees apart, dropping his pajamas to his ankles and slipping his body between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, let him settle all the way down, and then she began to pull in, drawing him to her like a spider luring a fly into the center of its net.
He placed his knob on her cunt and shoved hard. It slipped inside at once, that same firm fit her brother provided that she'd come to know and love. He slipped several inches in as she locked her ankles behind his hips and really drew him down with great pressure.
It was only a few seconds before he pumped and she began to spurt. Jerry was hot and ready, too, frustrated from waiting to get at his sister once again. His prick was going off like a Roman candle, flooding her with jizz that boiled like something brought up from the center of the earth. They lurched, gasped, and heaved together, their bodies first as tight as drawn bows and then gradually relaxing as they shot their bolts.
Soon they were finished. Keeping very quiet, Jerry lay at her side for a while, whispering. "You're still the best fuck I've ever had."
Misty smiled as she kissed him on the nose. She wanted to say as much back to him, but she'd had so many partners of late that she wouldn't be certain that she was telling the truth. "You're no slouch yourself," was all she could say.
He sat up, stretching. "Well, it's gonna be dawn if I don't get out of here pronto. Thanks again, kid. Anything I can do for you?"
"Yes. You can stop calling me 'kid' I think I've become a woman by now, don't you?"
He grinned as he touched her cheek. "Hell, yes. I owe you that much. See you, old girl."
He pulled up his pajamas and went to the door, unlocking it and slipping out into the hall. He closed the door and she went to it, locking it all over again. Then she cleaned herself up in the bathroom as soundlessly as she was able. She was so tired that she hardly remembered getting into bed.. . .
The morning light hit her in the face for a long time before Misty opened her eyes and squinted into its brightness. She rolled over and slept for another half-hour before a tapping came at her door. She didn't want to hear it, and she pretended to herself that she was still sleeping. But it was no good, and at last she called out. Her mother's faint call replied, so she got up, staggering across the room. She let her mother inside and the two women looked at one another.
Mrs. Sommer studied her daughter for a full minute before she asked, "Misty, what's going on in your life?"
She shrugged, her breasts bobbing. Then he realized she was stark naked and she looked down at her body, flushing. "Oh, I was so sleepy last night I forgot," she mumbled.
" Well, you'd better start remembering. Your father is waiting for you at the office. He's got some questions for you, remember."
Misty sighed, making a face. "All right. I'm ready for the third degree."
Her mother sat on the side of the bed, watching as her daughter went to her dressing table and sat like a lump, staring into the mirror. "What happened last night?"
Misty looked at her in the glass. "Oh, I had a neat time. Ah really goes first class. We wound up on his friend's yacht, having a glass of champagne and... well, just talking."
Mrs. Sommer looked up and down her daughter's body, making Misty very conscious of her gaze. "Look, my dear girl, we both know that you're like a time bomb waiting to explode. With your face and body no young man worth his salt is going to keep his hands off. How do you cope with that?"
Misty half smiled, all innocence. "I tell them I'm a virgin."
"And are you?"
Misty giggled as she got up and stood before her mother, her hands at her sides, her feet planted apart on the carpet. "Of course I am. Do you want to test me and find out for yourself?"
Mrs. Sommer flushed, getting up herself. "Of course not. I trust you to do the right thing.
Remember that, Misty. If you should give in to a man, it's not the end of the world. I mean, so long as no one is hurt, it's not the worst sin ever committed."
Misty came to her mother, touching her cheek. She ran her eyes down her mother's body very deliberately. She had a fine figure, a wonderful set of knockers and very good legs. Misty tentatively touched the tip of a breast through her mother's thin dress and the older woman jumped.
"Are you speaking from experience?" Misty asked.
Mrs. Sommer frowned, shoving the hand away from her body. "I don't understand."
"You say it's all right to run around getting laid. Is that what you do when you're supposedly downtown to lunch with your girlfriends? Are you really seeing somebody on the side? Don't look so shocked. I'm not. I think it's groovy, so long as you can handle it."
Misty was shocked, however, when her mother smiled. "You little minx. I should have known that I couldn't fool another woman, even though I'm sure your father doesn't suspect." She kissed Misty on the mouth. "You won't give me away, will you?"
Misty impulsively hugged the older woman. "Oh, Mom, I love you for being real. Why didn't you tell me sooner? I've been feeling so guilty. You should have told me all about it so I could have relaxed and had fun." To herself, Misty thought that she'd done a pretty good job of having fun. "You know, I might blackmail you once in a while to get what I want."
Her mother went to the door, laughing. "I wouldn't put it past you. Look, darling, you're blessed with great beauty, and I know I see hot passion in your every move. Enjoy them both, but just take care of yourself. Don't get into trouble with the wrong kind of people. All right?"
Misty went with her mother to the door and again they kissed. "You got it," she murmured, pushing Mrs. Sommer out of her room.
She sighed, gave a little laugh of wonder, and then she skipped into the bathroom where she brushed her teeth furiously to get the sour champagne taste out of her mouth. She then took a steaming shower, which she soon adjusted to needle points that were nearly frozen.
She leaped out tingling, rubbing her body with a rough towel until her skin glowed. God, she could feel her heat rising. She wondered if she dared try anything with her mother. Heaven knew the old doll was good looking enough, and she still liked to get her rocks off. She honed she was as good a goer when she was middle-ased.
She went back into the bedroom. Let's see, she said to herself. You're going down to see your father. You'd better look pretty straight. Still she wasn't going to lose any of her progress toward freedom. She decided that she didn't need a bra or pants.
So she slipped into a crisp cotton dress that had a scoop neck and zipped up the back. It was long enough and just high enough to be decent. If her father didn't approve, well, that was tough darts. She had her mother on her side now, and she fully agreed with the old girl's advice: Enjoy your good body and your passions, because they won't last forever.
She went downstairs and found Jerry in the kitchen, finishing his breakfast. She sat down across from him, helped herself to cereal and fruit and ate in crunching silence. He kept looking at her until she tilted her head.
"What's eating you?" she snapped.
"Mom said I'm supposed to give you a lift to Dad's office. What's going on?"
"Oh, he's going to ream me about staying out later than he liked last night. Nothing heavy. I can handle him. Mom and I are allies now."
He pulled down the corners of his mouth. "Good for you. Nice strategy."
She finished her meal and said goodbye to her mother. They were silent during the ride into the center of the city. As Jerry braked the Ford in front of a high-rise building, he touched her knee. "If he gives you a bad time, remember, I'm on your side, too. And I sure as hell don't think of you as a kid anymore."
Misty leaned over, kissing him briefly on the mouth. His tongue came out, but she avoided it, leaping out on the sidewalk. She hurried into the building without a backward glance. The lobby was busy, but not so busy that a number of heads didn't turn so that eyes could follow her progress. She lifted her chin and twitched her ass as she clipped her way in high heels and bare legs into the elevator.
She entered a crowded elevator and had to stand up front, just inside the door. There were more than half a dozen silent people waiting behind her. As she leaned over to touch the button for the twenty-second floor she felt a hand on her bottom
She straightened and was about to move out of reach, when she realized not only that she couldn't, but that she didn't want to. She liked the feel of the hand on her ass, and when it came to life and gently slid up and down in her crack she liked it even more.
The little game was over all too soon as the cage silently stopped at the twenty-second level and she got out. She never turned around to see who her partner was. He would be a mystery forever, and years later she would think about that hand.
She approached the opened doors to the outer lobby of Blair and Beeker Securities, where her father was the senior accountant and just a half step below being invited to become the third partner of the firm. He'd been there for several years as the trusted first lieutenant for the two founders, who were about Mr. Sommer's age.
Misty went up to a blond desk where a striking redhead sat. She recognized her and, quickly searching her memory, she recalled her name. She smiled at the tall and shapely redhead. "Hello, Miss Adam."
The redhead looked up and quickly smiled back. She was a tall, flashy woman, about six feet, with flaming hair, green eyes, and a figure that could be described as sinful. Misty figured the partners wanted all the decoration they could get around the place.
"Well, Misty... Miss Sommer. Forgive me, but it's been a while and you've positively grown up. You're a real young lady now."
Misty crinkled her eyes. She wanted to reply: You bet your hot ass I am, baby. Don't you forget it. Fm your competition from here on out. Instead she merely smiled.
"I think my father wants to see me."
The slinky secretary nodded. "Of course. Let me tell him you're here. I'm pretty sure he's in his office." She leaned over a little box and spoke, holding down a button. They heard Misty's father reply.
"You know the way in."
"Yes. What I'd like to know is the way out."
The redhead frowned. "Oh. No trouble, I hope."
"Well see soon enough."
Misty went past the blond desk and past a couple of office doors until she came to the one with her father's name on it. She went inside. He was behind his desk, frowning at her, his fingertips placed together. A pipe jutted from between his clenched teeth. He waved at a chair and she sat across from him.
"All right," he said, his eyes sweeping up and down her body. "So you're a big girl now. Have you lost your virginity?"
Misty gasped, feigning surprise. "Why, Daddy!"
"Come on. Don't play games. Has a young buck gotten into your pants yet? What about that Arab bastard? I'll bet he was hot to lift your skirts to your waist."
Misty stared, honestly shocked. Her father always had been so proper, so afraid to discuss sex with his daughter. She lifted her chin as she flushed. "I'm a lady, thank you. Just ask mother."
"I'm asking you. I think you'd better stay home after dark for a while." He glared. "You were three hours late getting home."
"Two," she corrected him. "And Ah called, saying I'd be later than midnight."
"I don't care what Ali said. Until I check him out and get a line on what you've been doing, you're going to stay in at night, so I can get some sound sleep."
"That's not fair," Misty wailed.
He picked up some papers. "I have work to do. Go on, get yourself home. We'll talk it over tonight. The jury is still out on you."
Misty flounced from the office, her cheeks burning, her ass twitching back and forth. She knew the eyes of her father followed her bobbing cheeks and she smiled when she knew he couldn't see her face.