Chapter 4
Tina Falcon, her long straight hair tied back, her voluptuous bronze body provocatively covered by three triangles of well-placed Italian silk bikini, sat with her knees drawn up beneath her chin on a towel of matching Pucci print fabric. She was admiring her seventeen year old brother's water skiing prowess that was carrying him around the lake at a dizzying speed.
She could hardly believe that he had been gone for so long, now that he was back with the family; but she noticed how his time in Mexico had matured him; and the ancient Aztec artifacts he brought back really impressed her, even thought she was never much interested in history. There was no doubt that he was going to make a career of it... her very own brother; but even more important, he had finally gotten over their new stepmother, Wanda, and her presence in their house.
Tina was happy about that too, because she had come to care about Wanda, more as a young aunt than a mother especially after Ric Garson and the secret she shared with her father's understanding young wife. Ric was the boy she was in love with ... at least she believed for a long time that there was no doubt about their love. When Wanda informed her they were leaving for Salton Sea for the summer, she had become almost hysterical at the idea of not seeing him. But then, Wanda had talked to her privately and made it easier to accept.
That had been more than a week ago, before Todd had come back from Mexico; and at first the horror of her stepmother's words had left her speechless.
"Your father is a wonderful man, Tina dear," she had said tenderly, even though she was clearly troubled. "He loves us as much as we love him, and there's no sacrifice he wouldn't make for any one of us .'.. don't you agree?"
"Of course I do, Wanda... I don't understand. Wh-what are you trying to say?"
"All right, honey, prepare yourself for a shock. It's nothing you can't cope with, if I know my Tina as well as I believe I do," Wanda had said, her strong gray eyes smiling, a silent acknowledgement of the secrets they had shared. "Jack Falcon is a very normal father, but his fifteen year old daughter is an intensely desirable young woman ... and ... and he wants to save himself from any possible temptations ... Oh, hell come to see us at the lake house on weekends, and ..."
"Wanda, my God, what are you saying?" she had snapped. They were in the garden sitting on a bench, and she had leaped to her feet. "If this is something that's supposed to be funny, I... "
"Your father doesn't think it's any joke, Tina!" his now serious wife had retorted, rising to her feet and standing very tall. "And let's give him credit for having the guts to admit his fears and try to handle them."
"Oh... oh, Christ!" Tina had moaned, "Oh... my dear God...!"
More had been said, because Wanda, being the forceful individual that she was, would not let Tina run away alone to sob. Instead she forced her to understand the pain her father was suffering. Still Tina hadn't really come to grips with the full implication of what she had been told. And then Todd had come home and provided new stimulus for thought.
Though she saw her father rarely because of his long hours at the office, she was still able to walk up and hug him to say "hello" as always when they did meet. The fearful secret she knew about his incestuous desire for her somehow triggered an inexplicable but undeniable excitement within her.
It wasn't until she had lived with the obscene thought for several days that she began to find it sexually enticing ... for she had always adored her father, even more than most girls... and now these past two days, Wanda's divulged secret had slipped in and out of her mind continually; and each time with less revulsion and more and more expectation.
Watching her brother step out of the ski-boat and saunter toward her, Tina thought that perhaps some of her erotic arousal was being projected to him. God, he was great looking, lanky and tall! Curly haired, in contrast with her own straight locks, and the spitting image of the pictures she had seen of Daddy when he was in the Marines. How sexually mature Todd looked in his thin blue tank suit, the swollen bulge of his masculinity, without even a jock-strap underneath to confine its movement.
And .. .and it was not long ago, was it? Subtract four years, when he was thirteen and she eleven ... he slipped into her bedroom with his flashlight... both of them crawled under the covers to investigate each other and experiment with each other's privates . . . Lord! Had she known then what she knew now .. . !
'The skiing's great, Tina! You should've come with me," he said as he reached her, his lips in that grin which reminded her of Daddy.
Tina tossed him up his towel. She said, "I don't want to have to wash my hair again for tonight. Do you think the Johnsons will come?"
Todd shrugged, wiping at his strong arms and concentrating on his now hairy chest. He usually cared less than she about parties, so what he said really surprised her. "I hope they do. After all, it's only a steak-fry. But... but, I like that little Anna."
"No kidding. I ... I wouldn't think she was your type?"
"Why not, with a face and body like that?" He laughed, but went on to make his point, "You've really turned into a snob, judging her that way. She's a diamond in the rough. Those innocent eyes ... have you ever noticed those eyelashes? And the bone structure of her jaw makes her look like an Egyptian queen."
"Wow, you do go for her, don't you, Todd?"
He looked down at her, "Yeah ... I like her.
But I can't say I'm too excited about her old man. And even her brothers give me an up-tight feeling . .. yet, I'd bet, given the chance, they'd loosen up a helluva lot."
"They're sexy looking guys," Tina said, intentionally testing her brother's reaction. "If you hadn't been here, I'd have tried to get one of them to help initiate my new Italian beach towel."
Todd finished drying himself and came over to sit down beside the young girl on the gravelly beach near the lake's edge. She could feel the coolness of his body. He said, "Kaleb Johnson is an amazing type," Dad says. "And his sons, once they grow up a little, are going to make fine virile husbands for a couple of fortunate women."
He lay back and stretched out his long legs. Tina wiped his sunglasses carefully and positioned them over his eyes. She stared at him almost sensually, safe because she knew his eyes were closed. She said, "Was ... was there a girl, Todd? In Mexico, I mean ... someone you really had it on for?"
He paused. "Yeah," he said at last. "Yes, there was. The prototype girl, I guess you would call her, the essence of femininity; but I didn't have a chance with her. She was the daughter of a rich industrialist and never got to go out without her mother or some aunt as chaperone."
"Did you love her, Todd?"
"Oh ... I guess so ... yes, of course, I did."
"And ... is that why you decided to come home early?"
Todd raised up on his side, drawing down his glasses as he spoke, so that his younger sister could see his eyes, "You're a shrewd girl, Tina. So tell me about your love life."
She laughed airily and continued to sit in what she knew was a provocative position, sure that her brother's eyes were appraising her; she stretched out her left leg and lay back, folding her arms behind her head languorously, which caused her firm rounded breasts to spread and be visible at the sides of each triangle of bikini top.
"I will... sometime," she said, instantly, deciding against saying a word about Daddy, or how far she had gone with Ric ... at least not for now.
"You make it sound pretty heavy, young lady ... and I can hardly believe that about my baby sister."
''Not heavy, let's just say "stimulating" ... and your sister is not all that much of a baby anymore," Tina said with as much maturity in her voice as possible.
Todd replaced his lenses and lowered his head down onto the towel with a little chuckle. "From that offended tone, I guess I hurt your feelings," he said sincerely. "Sorry ... I didn't mean to underestimate you, but you see, Tina, I have this hang-up myself about not wanting to grow up and become one of those creeps they call adults. "I like life too much this way."
"But you're already grown up, Todd," she said gently, "whether you want to admit it or not." She wished his eyes had been open so he could see where she was staring.
Just then Todd sat up and leaned over to her.
"Oh, yeh?" he teased. "Hell, I guess you're not such a kid after all, Sis. No... on second thought... you're not," he taunted, letting her watch his eyes travel slowly over her minimally-covered nudity. "Quite an improvement over the kid I used to pay calls on at night with my flashlight. . . Remember?"
Tina felt an unexpected twinge of heat start pulsing between her legs at those words, and her cheeks flushed as well as she turned her head toward him. "I--I remember ... but I doubted if you did," she said, her eyes meeting his. She was comforted to see a touch of humor in his glance, but something suddenly provoked her. Lord, he was the picture of their father as a young Marine.
"Just kids," he said, lowering his head and closing his eyes once more. 'There was nothing wrong with what we did, but I have to admit that Mom and Dad would have paddled the hell out of us had they ever caught us."
Tina didn't answer. The warm tingling had now risen as far as her tummy, and was taking her mind off the conversation. It was serious business now ... as clearly neither one of them was still a naive curious kid. God, why didn't she go up and find the Johnson twins? They were ready, and fair game. She knew by the expressions in their eyes when they looked at her . .. just as she had perceived the lust-filled glint in the terrifying eyes of their father when he gawked at her in her bikini. God, how that man scared her . . . !"
Todd lay quietly gazing up at the feathery contrails of the jet airplanes in an otherwise cloudless sky. Tina had become silent, clearly not wanting to discuss further their childish experiences; and it was just as well. Suddenly he sensed that it had been thoughtless of him to even touch on such a delicate topic. But ever since he'd come home and feasted his eyes on the exotic beauty his ripely budding sister had become, those silly games which before had been insignificant had begun to bombard his mind in every quiet moment.
And Wanda, damn . .. what a knock-out she was! With all due respect to his father, Todd couldn't figure how he had ever snared such a catch. But he was plenty proud of his old man for pulling it off at his age. The old boy must still be O.K. in the sack.
In the past two years that he had lived in Mexico, his own sex life had developed and expanded -- perhaps even more than his education - which was one of the reasons why the sultry beauty of his step-mother, and the budding charms of his baby sister were bothering him so.
But damn, he had to pull himself together ... find someone available to center his sexual appetite on . . . which was just what he intended to do with Anna that night if they showed up for the barbecue. She was a dream, with some of the untouched quality that had made the girl in Mexico so appealing.. And he hadn't missed the way she had looked at him when Tina introduced them, nor the happy spark of expectation in those almost lavender eyes when his sister had suggested the steak-fry. But then, a funny look of concern . . . almost fear, had followed, and that had played on his mind.
"Actually, I'm not sure if we can come ..." Anna had said. "Pa . .. you see, he doesn't approve of any parties . . . but. .. but he may to go Palm Springs, in which case ..."
"You'll come?" Tina questioned.
"Yes .. . yes, we will ... if Pa goes to Palm Springs!" Anna replied with real enthusiasm.
Todd lay still, letting his subconscious play games as he grew drowsy, flitting from Tina to Wanda .. . and finally resting on Anna. He glanced over to see that his luscious sister had fallen asleep. Christ, what a fabulous body she had. He hoped that Anna and her brothers could make it; his growing sexual appetite hadn't been deprived like this in over a year .. . and he even had some grass which he had managed to get through customs if the party needed a little livening up . ..
Brian Johnson could not figure out what was bugging his twin brother, but he knew instinctively that something was bothering him. He was gone a long time taking Anna to Imperial, and he had scratched his toe in the dust and mumbled when the father had interrogated him. In any case, Brian was sure that nothing dirty had gone on between Bruin and their sister, the way Pa was always hinting. Jeez, neither Bruin nor he were perverts. They wouldn't do anything like that to their own sister, but how could you convince Pa? He just wanted to think bad about everyone.
Brian was considering this as he walked along through the chaparral toward the lake, looking for a place to take a leak; and he found himself just behind where Tina Falcon and her brother Todd lay stretched out side by side along the shore.
A surge of sexual tension rushed through his groin and abdomen at the sight of the silky blonde hair and her luxurious body sprawled in the hot sunshine, clad only in a silk print bikini. He sensed his flaccid rod of young penile flesh coming alive inside his jeans, and a flush of heat reached clear to his cheeks. Jeez, she was really a honey all right, he thought, as he stared down at her firm, half-exposed young breasts, the flatness of her young tummy, her slender waist and prominent hip bones. He wished he could be standing where he could see how her thighs came together below the triangle of brilliant silk that masked her cunt. He found himself wondering if any of her pussy hairs showed along the edges. They probably did!
Damn, he hoped Pa would go to Palm Springs that night so that they could sneak up to the barbecue Anna had secretly told him about. He would sure like to get to know Tina Falcon better. Looking down at her as she was, he could already see how she would look without that tantalizing bikini; and inside his shorts, his virile young penis gave a swelling jerk, while a series of exciting sensations raced through him.
He waited for a long time staring down at her hungrily, ashamed of what he was doing, but refusing to go away. He wasn't worried about Pa looking for him; this was his rest period and Bruin had taken over the work. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be down here by the water, but Pa didn't know. Brian had gone into the brush, leaving the house area 'and heading toward the place where they usually went to relieve themselves. Then he had taken a short cut to the lake edge to see if he could catch a glimpse of Tina .. .
God, she was sexy ... and so was her step-mother, but Pa called Mrs. Falcon a daughter of the devil; and Pa should be the one to know, the way he had been staring at her himself the past two days . . . just like he sometimes stole glances of Anna, his usually cold eyes gleaming with lust. And it was when he looked that way and drank more than usual that he generally decided to go up to Palm Springs for a couple of days. Then when he came back, he would be normal for a few weeks. ..
What Brian couldn't put together was why their father ever let them alone together at all, suspecting them the way he did. It just seemed as if nothing else mattered once he had decided to go away for a while .. . and both his brother, his sister, and himself knew why. Apparently, he just went out of his head.
Suddenly Tina made a move and sat up, causing Brian to jump backwards to hide. He didn't want her to notice him staring at her that way; besides, he better get back into the brush and piss before he went in his pants. With his cock as hard as a billy club, he had almost forgotten what he had come out there to do.