Chapter 10
It was nearing summer vacation and Val was anxious to get his grades up. His marks had slipped last semester and he was earnestly trying to bring them up, primarily because his mother expected it of him. He was warned that perhaps he wouldn't be able to do "other things" if he did not take the time to study.
Nothing more was mentioned concerning the Burt Nevins incident and he realized that he had strengthened his hold over her. But she was still his mother and he could only get by with so much insubordination. The grades were something he had to attend to and he preferred to do this after school hours in the library so that he wouldn't be distracted by being home alone with Rena.
Rena quickly became bored being home alone, with no Val to give her the attention she had come to expect. So, she had welcomed the further pursuit of her charms by Jim Eakens, despite Val's veiled threats to her about boyfriends. She and Jim had been up to some very heavy necking and she had let him know that if his timing were right she wouldn't put up much resistance if he wanted to go all the way. This was fuel to Jim's ever-increasing ardor and he fully planned to put the make on Rena the first chance he got.
Jim was not a precocious boy, but he had passed puberty and liked Rena a hell of a lot. A lanky blonde boy, he was a great deal like Val, except that he was in the upper ten percent of his class. Shy and studious, he was not attractive to most girls, but Rena had seen something of his loneliness, perhaps, and was drawn to him. Jim lived with his widowed father and it was a boring existence. Rena was the closest he had ever gotten to a girl and he was like a puppy around her. She could snap her fingers and he would do her bidding, Rena enjoyed this part of their relationship too, partly because she felt so dominated by Val. He was a few months older than Rena so she enjoyed her apparent superiority over him.
While she felt sorry for Jim, he reminded her of her own innocence of a few months before and she would have sworn that he was a virgin. In this she was correct, although Jim didn't make a point of broadcasting it. Still, he had said enough so that she knew what his sexual status was. So it was that they had come together and found needs within each other so that they were both comfortable with one another and curious as to how and when "it" would happen. Jim had become like a young dog hanging around a bitch in heat. He wanted Rena and he was fairly certain that she wanted him. He was doing his best to see that he kept her warmed up enough in the front seat of his car so that she would remember him when he dropped her off at her home.
There was something peculiar about Rena that he had not noticed, however. She didn't let him bring her right to her door since that first: day. Until lately. He didn't know the reason for this, because she didn't give him any. He supposed it was because she didn't want to get a bad reputation with the neighbors or something. Anyway, the last couple of days she had let him drive her home, although she had not let him kiss her or touch her within a few blocks of the house.
But today, not only had she allowed him to drive her home, but she had invited him in. He was walking on air as they went inside. Rena, though, had known that Val would study at the school library for at least two hours and she had felt safe. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do with Jim, but she at least wanted to show him more than he had noticed in the short trips after school in his car. She wanted him to know that she was a lot more passionate than he probably thought she was. Without Val around to put a damper on her endeavors, she felt sure that she could give Jim a hint, at least, about what she expected from him.
"Want a Coke or something?" she asked Jim when they got to the living room.
"Hey, sounds wild," he said, sitting on the couch. He didn't really want one, but he didn't want to seem too anxious to neck again with Rena.
She brought Cokes from the refrigerator and sat down next to Jim. They each took a sip and then Jim leaned back.
"Your pad's outta sight," he said, conversationally. "Just you and your brother and mom live here?"
"Uh huh."
There was a long pause while Rena looked at Jim. He cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. Finally, Rena could stand the awkwardness no longer. She knew she didn't have all the time in the world. "Are you going to kiss me, Jim?" she asked bluntly.
"Well, gee, yeah," he said, moving toward her, his face a beet crimson.
The minute their lips made contact, Rena scooted closer to him. She wanted him to get his hands on her as quickly as possible. She made sure that one of her breasts touched him on his chest. Her kiss was wet and passionate with her tongue performing pirouettes and arabesques inside his mouth. She could almost feel Jim get hot as her tongue worked against his, jabbing, undercurling and overlapping with urgent abandon.
Jim's pulse leaped a dozen beats at the aggressiveness of Rena's attack. He hadn't expected that she would plunge right in but he was determined to take advantage of it. His hands began to knead her shoulders as he kissed her, returning tongue feint for tongue feint. He pulled her into him, feeling the softness of her breast against his ribs. Her mouth seemed to be steaming. Her body was so pliable he felt that he could do anything he wanted with Rena. The bulge in his pants grew as his maleness became apparent.
Rena allowed herself to go limp in Jim's arms. She wanted him to think that he could do anything with her that he wanted. She was hot with desire for him and hoped that he would hurry. If not, she decided, she would help him through all of the preliminary decisions. For the moment, however, she let him have his head, let herself be pliable in his eager hands. She was hot and she hoped that she could communicate to him just how hot she was.
Jim sensed that Rena wanted more than a sexy French kiss this time. She seemed to be putty in his hands. He sent a tentative hand down from her shoulder to her breast. He touched it and she didn't draw away. He grew bolder and touched more of it and still she was compliant. He took the breast in his palm and began to knead it gently. She moaned in his arms and he took it for an affirmative sign.
Their petting got heavier and heavier. Jim's hand was grinding into Rena's breast and their kiss had so much suction in it that they could hardly breathe fresh air except through their nostrils. But Rena wished Jim would throw her back on the couch and fuck her. She wanted him to overwhelm her so that she could be the passive one, not the aggressor. But knowing Jim, she was afraid that he didn't have that much courage. But she knew how to give it to him. Her hand found its way down to his crotch. He nearly jumped a foot when she touched his hard cock that was bulging like a hungry python underneath his pants. She grabbed what she could of it and gave it a sure steady squeeze.
Jim's heart jumped up into his throat. Rena really wanted it! He almost fainted from this bold touch of hers. If she only knew how exquisite that touch was; how it made him feel! He wanted her so badly now he could feel it all through his body. But he didn't know what he was supposed to do next. He tried to kiss her harder but that was impossible. They had already exhausted all of the possibilities of oral kissing. He felt her turn resilient in his embrace and he pushed her so that they both fell; she backward, he on top of her. She had to release her hold on his joint and their position was awkward.
"Oh, Jim," she moaned, because their kiss, too, had been broken.
"Rena," he breathed.
But he sat back up and she, bewildered, sat up, too. He had had his chance, why didn't he go further, press his advantage ? She was slightly annoyed, somewhat disgusted with his lack of balls. She straightened her hair as though it had been an accident that they had fallen over together. Shit! What now ? They looked at each other.
"I-I guess we got carried away," Jim said.
"I guess so," she agreed. Damn him! What did she have to do? Rape him?
"I-I'm sorry," he said.
"Why? You didn't do anything." She meant that.
"I guess I'm getting a little hot," he said. "Me, too. Don't you want to."
"Get hot?"
"Well, that. And, well, you know?"
He struggled with a soft lump in his throat. It was hard to breathe. He was sure he knew what she meant, but he wasn't sure. Damn, it was getting so complicated. He hadn't expected this. Her hand had touched his cock, though. That was real. That was a sign that she was receptive. He kissed her again, to keep from talking, to find time to think. She eagerly received his tongue and wetly returned his kiss, her mouth wide open. Her hand groped for his crotch again. This time there was no doubt in his mind. She wanted him to go all the way!
Her hand found his bent knob again and squeezed it hard. She could feel it grow at her touch. She fumbled for the buttons on his jeans. They were so tight she couldn't get one free easily. She rubbed his cock which was bent almost double in the confinement of his pants. She pulled hard on one of the buttons and it came free. Quickly, urgently, she undid two more buttons, then her fingers forced their way inside, encountering the cloth of his shorts. Pulling the shorts, she managed to get inside them and find the warm hard flesh of Jim's cock.
She straightened it out and pulled it partially free of his shorts and jeans. It emerged at an angle, but she was able to clasp it in her hand. Finally, she breathed to herself. She wanted to look at it, but Jim was kissing her so hard it would look slutty for her to break it off and gaze down at him. So she pulled on his cock and stretched it out as much as she could. Her loins ached with her own need. She wanted his cock to delve between her legs and assuage the itching that made her vagina contract and expand with an unfulfilled desire.
Jim's hand went to her breast again, pressing it in a circular motion. Was that all he knew how to do ? She took his hand away and brought it down to her lap. Now, dammit, maybe he would get the idea that she had something between her legs too. She pulled on his cock with a wrench that brought a curse to his lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jim. Did I hurt you?" She gasped for air once the kiss was broken.
"Uh, no, just gave me a-a funny feeling is all."
"Do you like this?" she asked. "Uh huh."
She jacked his cock up and down a few times. His hand lay in her lap, more near her tummy than her pussy. She wished he would get it up under her miniskirt. That was where she ached so much, where she needed his touch! She took his hand again and put it down on her thigh. He squeezed the flesh there and she thought, finally, he was going to get the idea. She jacked him fast a couple more times. "Put your hand on me," she whispered urgently. He awkwardly moved it toward her nest slightly. "Higher," she said, hating herself for having to be so commanding. But the big jerk was doing nothing important
Jim moved his hand up her leg to her panties. His cock jumped with the new surge of blood that coursed its length. He felt the softness of the material and, fumbling badly, he brought his fingers to her mound. She was damp where her love fluids had leaked through, damp and steaming.
Rena gave her vagina a shove into Jim's hand. His touch was maddening. She wanted him to put his finger inside her, but she wasn't sure he was getting the message. But no, he had moved his hand and was now trying to get inside. She spread her legs so that he would have as little hindrance as possible. Jim ran his hand down along the lining and got it just inside the tight-fitting underwear. The feel of her flesh was like the burning of a firebrand on his hand. The kinky pubic hairs were a new experience for him. She scooted sideways so that he would get his hand where it counted. She still maintained her tight grip on his now fully erected prick. She squeezed it spasmodically to keep his interest high, but she was mainly concerned about his hand. She wished he would just rip off her panties and throw a fuck to her without any of this preliminary bullshit. She was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Jim represented a new freedom to her. He was an extension of experience. There was no lessening of her feelings for her brother, but she wanted more. She wanted to be loved by someone else. Perhaps it was proof that she needed, proof of normalcy, proof that she was desirable to different boys, not just her brother. She hoped Jim would take her and give her what she needed. She was glad that she had picked someone like him but wished he were at least slightly more aggressive. She had no doubt of his masculinity nor of his desire for her-it was just his damned fumbling that drove her up the wall. She knew that Val wouldnt' have acted this way. He would have gone on in and made her right there, panties or not. Rena wished she didn't have them on. She knew a lot of girls at school didn't wear panties and now she was beginning to see why. It made things a hell of a lot easier when you didn't have much time and when you wanted to get fucked real badly. But it was too late for that now. She had them on and she would know better next time. Damn Jim, why didn't he hurry!
She leaned back a little so that her skirt came up higher. Now Jim could see her thighs, bare and inviting, and the mound underneath her panties where his hand was trying to do something strange and new to his experience. Her new position helped Jim a little. He was now able to pull her panties out a little farther at the crotch so that his hand had more room to move. He could feel the twin folds of her cunt. Some of the moisture was still seeping out and it added to his excitement. He managed to part her lips with his middle finger but had to scoot around closer to her for leverage. She held on to his cock, rubbing it up and down slowly.
"Why don't you take my panties off?" she said.
He gulped and looked at her. He took his hand out of her panties as though it was on fire. She had to release her hold on his member while he shifted position again. She stuck out her legs and he ineptly pulled her panties down a little distance.
"All the way off," she said.
"Okay." He managed to get them off and then didn't know what to do with them. He finally stuffed them between the cushions on the couch. Her pussy stared at him. She spread her legs wider to show him what she wanted. He had never seen a vagina close up before, only in magazines and once or twice his mother's at a distance. Now he gazed at Rena's almost reverently. His hard continued to stay up and when he hesitated, Rena grabbed it again and pulled him closer to her. When he still didn't take any initiative, she took his hand again and put it on top of her love mound.
"Now do it," she said.
He knew what she meant, somehow. He parted her lips with his finger and managed to insert it a little ways. The suction of her cunt surprised him. He finger-fucked her in and out, but to Rena's annoyance he wasn't touching her clitoris.
"Deeper," she said. "Come on, you won't hurt me."
"This is new to me," he blurted. "Me, too," she lied. "But you've got me so hot, Jim."
Her words reassured him and he poked his finger inside her a little further, finally finding the clit, although he didn't know what he was doing. Rena, happy at last, jerked his rod up and down. Jim shuddered.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
Jim hesitated. "I-I'm scared, I guess," he said.
"Well, we don't have too much time," she said.
"I guess that's why I'm scared. I'm afraid somebody will come in."
Rena was silent. This had put a damper on her feelings too. They had been heavy at it for too long a time.
"Well, if you're not, at least keep doing what you're doing."
He finger-fucked her, deeper this time, with longer strokes. Rena got excited again because his finger was touching her love button, bringing her all the electric sensations that she dug. She began jacking Jim off, her hand tighter on his cock, moving up and down its length faster and faster. In a few moments, Jim gave a little cry and stopped his fingerfucking. He shuddered and his milky sperm came shooting out of his cock. It spouted out straight up into the air and fell all over Rena's cunt, her miniskirt, blouse and chin. She was disappointed. She had been about to come herself when he had reached orgasm. Now he had made a mess of things. She got up and tried to stop his spurting. She had never seen so much come before. It was all over everything.
Jim wore an expression of complete subjugation on his face. A wistful smile played on his lips. His jaw hung slack and his eyes were wide and unbelieving. "Man," was all he could say.
Rena was halfway disgusted with him. She rummaged around for her panties and began wiping up the spots where his sperm had flecked the couch. "I've got to clean this up," she said. She went into the bathroom and threw her panties in the clothes hamper. Then she ran cold water over a washcloth and brought it into the living room. Jim had put his penis back in his jeans and was buttoning up. Rena gave him a look of disgust and began wiping away the traces of their masturbation session. Her clothes were spotted with it, too.
"I-I'm sorry it got all over," Jim said.
"Well, never mind. It couldn't be helped. I hope you're happy." This last she said with a sarcastic inflection.
"I-I guess so. I, well, that never happened to me before."
"Maybe next time you'll do something different, huh?"
"Yeah. Gee Rena, I feel so small."
She finished wiping up and went back to the bathroom, throwing the cloth in the hamper. Then she went to her room and changed her clothes quickly and came back into the living room. Jim was still standing there like a fool. She felt sorry for him.
"There, now," she said. "Everything's back to normal."
"Yeah. Maybe I better go home," he said.
She wanted him to go, but not before she gave him a reminder that she still wanted more than he had given her. She went to him and put her arms around him. She raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back.
"Later," she said. Her hand went to his crotch and felt for his prick. It was soft, but she found the lump and gave it a squeeze. "Think of me," she whispered.
"I will," he said.
It was then that they heard the door open. Rena's blood froze. She whirled, jerking her hand away from Jim's crotch and saw Val standing there, his eyes blazing. Jim coughed and stood there like a post. His face was strawberry with Rena's lipstick swatches all over it.
"What the hell..." Val said.
"Hi, Val," Rena said, her throat constricted with a nameless fear.
"Get the hell out of here," Val said to Jim. "That your brother."
"Yes, that's Val, Jim."
"Hey, man, Rena invited me here," he told Val.
"I don't give a fuck if the president invited you. Get your ass out of here!" Val threw his books down on the chair by the door and came at Jim with his fists clenched.
"Why, you little punk," Jim said, angry now.
"Who're you callin' a punk?" asked Val, wading into Jim with his fists flying. The force of his rush caught Jim off guard and he fell back under the onslaught. Val gave him no chance to recover. He was on him like a tiger, fists smashing into flesh and bone. Rena began yelling at them to stop but neither boy heard her.
Vainly, Jim tried to ward off Val but he was ineffectual in the face of the smaller and younger boy's fury. He half stood and Val waded in again, his fists connecting with Jim's face. The older boy's nose began to bleed, sputtering out the crimson liquid until the lower part of his face was drenched.
"Stop it,Val!" Rena screamed and this time she was heard.
Val stopped, his fists still clenched white in anger. "Get out of here, you sonofabitch!" he shouted at Jim.
Jim got his handkerchief out of his pocket and began dabbing at the blood dripping from his nose. He hurt all over and he wanted no more of Rena's brother.
"I-I'm going," he said.
"Val, you're a-a bastard!" Rena said, and ran from the room.
Jim stumbled across the floor and out the door, groggy.
Val followed him and slammed the door behind him. He was shaking now that his fury was spent. Why had he let himself lose control like that ? He knew it was because that guy had called him a punk. And because he knew Rena and he had been fooling around. For how long? Not long enough, he was sure. But he didn't like it. He didn't like it a damned bit. He stormed into Rena's room and found her on the side of the bed, trembling with her own anger.
"Why, Val, why? Can't you leave me alone?"
"I don't like you messing with that sonofabitch. I warned you before. I don't like him. He's a no-good bastard."
"He isn't," she wailed. "He's nice and you ruined it. Dammit, you ruined it!" She began sobbing, then, and Val was overcome with compassion.
He went to her. "Look, I'm sorry, Rena. I just lost control when he called me a punk, that's all. Don't cry."
She looked up at him then. She knew she was hopelessly ensnarled by Val's jealousy. She was sorry that he had spoiled it. She knew Jim would hate her now. She collapsed on the bed, burying her face in her hands, weeping.
Val lay beside her and put his arm around her.
"Please, Rena. I said I was sorry. Don't cry anymore. I-I'll apologize to that guy if you want me to."
Rena was touched by his words, but she knew it was too late. In her heart she knew what was done couldn't be undone. She was weak and couldn't fight her brother anymore.
Later, she felt even sorrier for herself. Val had made her swear that she loved him and no one else. He had also made her affirm it by doing something she had never done before. The bad part of it was that she had enjoyed it, part of it, anyway. Val was so cruel. But he was strong too. He had made her suck him off and he had come in her mouth. That, he told her, would prove to him that she didn't give a damn about that other guy. So she had done it and knew, more than ever, that as long as Val was that way, she could never have a life of her own. She wondered how long it would last. That night, she wept alone.