Chapter 4
Jackie loved an early morning shower, and was delighted at the motel's supply of hot water. What it lacked in service it made up for in accommodations. The shower was first rate. There was plenty of hot water. Turning the water knobs, she felt the sting of water on her back. The shower head was old and corroded with a sieve-like face that sent the gush of water out in thin needle-sharp streams.
She spent twenty minutes in the shower and when she stepped out her skin was lobster red. She wiped the water condensation off the mirror and looked at herself. Her breasts were firm and the red nipples glowed. She smiled impishly at her self and brought a finger up and touched the sensitive tip of each nipple. Pure delight shivered from her tits down to the freshly rinsed cunt channel. At six thirty in the morning she felt wonderfully alive.
In the sleeping room, Jennie was just waking up. She stretched her arms out wide and yawned loudly. "Where are we," she said looking around.
"A motel," Jackie answered, fixing her wet hair with bobby pins. "You were sound asleep when I decided to stop."
Jennie rolled back on the bed, fighting off the impulse to go back to bed. Her mind, woozy from the tranquilizers, had difficulty remembering the strange series of events that had brought her to this room.
She was totally nude. Rising to her feet, she felt a tightness between her legs and a strange throbbing in her pubescent breasts. Stumbling to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dark bruises showed up as ugly black patches on her breasts.
"Uncle Ralph!" It all came back to her. The secret desires hidden for who knew how long had burst into fruition. She stared at her mouth, remembering how her Uncle's thick, hairy member had speared her mouth. The taste of his salty discharge lingered in her throat, a sharp recurring taste like clove or hot pepper. It all came back in a series of vivid images. Uncle Ralph was pumping her mouth full of his man juice and then sis was clubbing him over the head with the big sausage. She vaguely remembered running to the car and then home for some clothes. Afterward, the injection, ... more driving, then ... sleep.
Un-like her sister, Jennie felt no guilt about what she had done. It was a kick-she really dug Ralph's huge cock-something new to try and most of all, fun.
"Sex was something all right," she told herself. Jennie stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Though her mind was not yet alert to the sensitive signals of her body, Jennie realized something was wrong with her. She had been so excited with Uncle Ralph before sis came along ... Jennie clenched her fists. Sis was always getting in the way.
Some minutes later Jennie was standing nude and dripping wet in the middle of the room. She toweled off the water and fell back on the bed. Without thinking, she reached out and clutched the crumpled bed sheets. She could feel the dried, starchy spots where Jocko's semen had dribbled out of her sister's slit. She turned and looked at the dry patch, wondering what the stain could be. When Jackie returned from the car, Jennie was still examining the substance.
"What are you doing, little sister?" said Jackie. It seemed odd that Jennie would be lying naked on the bed feeling the sheets. Then suddenly it struck her.
"Get your hands away!" Jackie ordered, pulling her up. "And get dressed, we have a long ways to go yet."
Reluctantly, Jennie obeyed. She quashed the instinct to resist since Jackie was both bigger and stronger than she was. Maybe someday she would strike back, but her fourteen-year-old body was not a threat. Sullenly, she dressed and hurried to the car while Jackie made a last minute tour of the room for misplaced items. When she was certain the room was clean, Jackie closed the door and went to the car.
Jennie turned around and looked at the motel sign as they pulled out on the highway. She was thinking about the yellowish white substance on the sheet. Whatever it was, her sister had really steamed. It certainly seemed familiar ... Suddenly, it hit her.
"Uncle Ralph," she said. "Did you sleep with Uncle Ralph." Jackie shot her sister a withering look, and she nearly swerved the car off the road.
"Don't ever mention that man's name again," she snapped. "The man is sick and depraved ... h-h-he should be put in jail."
Jennie could see there was no point arguing with her sister. But the starchy stuff on the sheets was somehow all connected with Uncle Ralph. She remembered how his tool gunned her face with soft sticky goo. It had dried into a flaky material just like the stuff on the bed. She wanted to know how a man's sperm if indeed that was what the stain was, had gotten there. Did Uncle Ralph follow sis to the motel. Did she have someone else in there while she slept? Jealousy, particularly the jealousy between two sisters, was a potent, motivating force as Jennie was just beginning to realize.
Jackie was fuming mad! Why couldn't she have a nice, well mannered kid sister like other people. One that kept out of trouble. Her hands were trembling again at the wheel and she fought to control her awesome temper.
"Where are we going, sis?" asked Jennie.
"Remember Camp Mohawk? The place I was talking about," she explained. "They need a nurse and I decided to take the job."
She had taken the job on a spur of the moment. The pay was terrible, but money wasn't the overriding factor. Camp Mohawk was deep in the Wisconsin Dells, a rustic place along the river, miles from the chaos and turmoil of the city.
The camp job would give her time to sort out the mess that had become her life. She was exhausted and needed a rest and Camp Mohawk was the ideal place.
"What will I do," asked Jennie.
"You're going to camp," she announced happily. "You'll swim and play baseball, and volleyball and all sorts of good things."
Jennie looked at the pleased smile cross her sister's face. She was tempted to ask if there were boys at this Camp Mohawk, but decided such a question would only infuriate her. Besides, she would find out soon enough.