Chapter 13
Val stood it as long as he could. He tried to keep from contacting Rena, but the pressure of his desires got to be too much for him. His mother was absent more and more, dating her friend, Hank Belitsky. So Val felt the urgent unreasoning gnaw of frustration once again. And Rena and Randy were back from Vegas, working and living together in an apartment. The thought of his sister and Randy together made Val furious. His mind worked overtime, conjuring up pictures of the two of them, Randy and Rena, alone in the boudoir, making it. Revenge on his sister occupied much of Val's range of thought, but he had grown cunning since the elopement.
He purposely forced himself to bide his time. Then when he did call Rena, he was casual and light. "Hi, sis," he said over the phone. "How you doing?"
"Why, just fine, Val, just fine," said Rena, somewhat taken aback by her brother's sweetness.
"Good. I knew you'd make it. I'm proud of you and Randy." He almost choked on his rival's name, but his voice was smooth.
"Why, thank you, Val." Rena was overwhelmed.
"Hey, I'd like to see-you guys. Bring you a belated wedding present."
"I don't know, Val."
"Aw, come on, Rena. We've started all over again, you know. No hard feelings ? "
Rena melted under his calculated sweetness. "Sure. You're right. A lot of water's gone under the bridge."
"It sure has," he agreed. "How 'bout me coming over with the present ? Mom won't be home tonight and I'm all alone here." He waited while his sister drew in a deep breath.
She wondered if he had known Randy had to work the late shift that night. New policy. Of course he couldn't have known. He probably thought Randy was home, which was true.
"Okay. I guess. Uh, Randy'll be home later, about 9.30. It's only 6 now. Why don't you come over around 8:30?"
"Okay," he said, his heart jumping. Randy not being there was even better. "I may be a little earlier, though. It's boring here."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," she sighed. "Okay. Anytime." She was sorry she said it before it was even out of her mouth. But she knew her brother was making a peace overture and she had to give him the benefit of her doubts. "Sure, come on, Val. I'll be glad to see you again. It's been a long time."
"Yeah, it sure has. Dig you later," he said, and hung up, his hands trembling.
Val got busy getting ready to go over to his sister's apartment. He took a shower and put on his best clothes. He used after-shave lotion on his face, combed his hair carefully and was satisfied, finally, with the way he looked in the mirror. He then took out a full bottle of whiskey he had stashed under his bed and wrapped it as a present. It had taken some doing to get the bottle, but he had finally managed to have an older friend make the purchase.
He had the car since his mother now rode to work with Hank Belitsky every day. He drove over to his sister's apartment, slowly, so as not to be too early. It was almost 7:30 when he got there, saw the Mr. and Mrs. R. Brooks on the mailbox, and the apartment number. He climbed the stairs and found it with no trouble. He knocked on the door and it opened.
"Why, Val, you're here," his sister exclaimed. "Come on in. How do you like it?" She waved to the apartment.
"It-It's very nice. Outta sight," he grinned. He was impressed and his grin relaxed Rena.
"What've you got there?" she asked coyly.
"Oh-a present. like I said. You have to open it now, though."
"Shouldn't we wait for Randy?" she asked, apprehensive.
"No. Open it now. There'll be some left for him." He smiled a warm smile.
Rena thought her brother looked very handsome. Changed. She liked the change, she told herself. She opened the package. When Rena saw the bottle of expensive bourbon she was surprised. "How did you manage..." she started to say.
"I've had it a long time. Wanted to bring it by. I'd like to toast your marriage. Your future."
Rena was touched. "Why, that's so sweet of you, Val. My, you've really grown up, haven't you?"
"I hope so," he said.
Eagerly, Rena brought out ice cubes and glasses.
"You want Coke or soda?" she asked.
"Coke's okay," he said, glad to see that his sister was not displeased with his gift.
She brought the drinks and they sat in the living room, he on the couch, she on the chair.
He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, Apartment twenty-four!" he said.
Rena laughed, delighted by his thoughtfulness.
"I'll drink to that," she said.
Val managed to keep the conversation on a light level and to allay all of Rena's fears as they drank and talked. He jumped up to make the next set of drinks and saw to it that Rena's Coke was liberally laced with bourbon. Before long, Rena, who was chattering endlessly on about her marriage, her husband, her plans and her life, became quite drunk. Her guard not only dropped, it slipped completely away.
During this time, Val had sat back, watching for his chance. Three drinks later, he knew his sister was in no condition to put up much of a fight. His eyes gleamed with desire as he listened to her prattle about Randy. His jealousy of her husband prickled at his mind as Rena bragged on and on. Finally, Val could stand it no longer. "Does he fuck as good as me?" he said.
Rena blinked, not certain she had heard right. "What?" she said, her mind reeling, her tongue thick as slab bacon.
"Is your husband as good a piece of ass as I am?"
"Don't talk that way, Val."
"Do you miss me?" he grinned.
"Not in that way," she snorted.
"Is his cock any bigger than mine?"
Rena put her drink down and sat upright. Her lips were thin with hatred. "That's enough of that. You'd better leave, Val. Now."
"Aw, come on, Sis, don't give me that. I was just wondering."
" You haven't changed at all," she glared.
"Maybe you haven't either," he said, and wras on her before she knew what was happening. Val overpowered Rena, crushing her against the chair with his weight. His penis was rock hard in his trousers. Rena struggled, the all too familiar scene happening again, despite all that she could do. She begged her brother to release her, but his lust was too consuming. He jerked Rena out of the chair and threw her to the floor. Quickly, he threw up her miniskirt and tugged at her panties. Rena screamed and kicked to no avail. Val was too strong. He was driven by revenge and lust to such an extent that she had no chance. He slapped her and she moaned, certain now that what she had feared most was about to happen.
"No, Val, please," she pleaded. "Don't do this. Don't spoil everything again. Please."
"Shut up," he husked. He unzipped his trousers and fumbled his cock out of its confinement. A last rip of her panties exposed her love mound nestled in the thatch between her legs. Val hurled himself on his sister, forcing her legs apart with his own. Rena, crushed by his weight and depressed by what was happening, went limp, hoping only that the nightmare would end soon and that her brother would leave.
His cock found her cleft and forced its swollen way inside the tight pink hole. As Rena relaxed, he knew he had won. A smile of satisfaction spread over his face. He pushed and his rigid organ slid up the juicy tunnel, finding the warmth it sought, probing deep. He liked the way his sister had struggled. It made the rape all the more pleasant. A thrill had crept into his veins and was still there, even though she no longer offered him any resistance.
Despite herself, Rena felt her own emotions and juices responding to Val's penis strokes inside her cunt. She tried to fight off the feelings but every time his cock touched her ever-swelling clit, she gushed and flamed. Soon she was rocking her hips back and forth to take more of him inside her, exulting in the fire that danced along the edges of her nerves.
"That's better, Rena," Val said. "Like it?"
She looked at him leering over her. She smacked her hips upward for answer and Val smirked. He kissed her then, and she found herself responding with her tongue. His cock seemed a magic key once more. Even though she hated herself for feeling the way she did, Rena delighted in the forbidden feelings that pervaded her consciousness. Every stroke brought her pleasure. His slick cock sliding in and out of her fluid-filled cunt sent waves of gratifying sensation flowing over her whole body. The sound of cloth rustling against cloth gave her a wicked pleasure, added to her excitement.
Val pressed on, his mind still exploding with the animal thoughts of rape. He felt the power in full bloom. He had raped his sister and brought her pleasure. He could feel her body shuddering with orgasm as he plunged his prick inside that hot cunt of hers. He could feel every ooze of her juices as his cock sucked in and out of that marvelous dark tunnel of hers. The feel of her clothes and the smell of her made him giddy. He looked down every now and then to her bare patch of flesh where his cock slid in and out like a scimitar. He felt a strange new power flood through him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Rena fucked him harder and harder, meeting his descending cock with an up-thrust of her hips. Val increased his rhythm and soon they were mindlessly pounding each other with their twin fleshes, until both of them were taken over by the rushing explosion of a gigantic orgasm. Rena screamed and shuddered as her loins gushed and burned. Val sobbed deep in his throat as he felt his milk tear loose and roar up the tube, shoot into his sister's flaring hot womb. He trembled against her for a long moment, spurting out his last. Then he was off her, zipping up his pants, looking down at his sister sprawled like some defiled virgin on the living room floor. She got up, straightened herself, and looked at Val, a cold hatred chalking her features. Val hadn't expected quite that reaction after it was over.
Rena's lips were thin, hard, glassy with a tight rage. "I pity you, Val, if my husband finds you here like this."
Val's veins froze. He looked around fearfully. What time was it? It would be bad if Randy walked in right then.
Rena knew she had won. "I just wish he'd walk in right at this minute, Val." She looked at her brother with contempt. "He'd kill you!"
"Rena..." he started to say
"Get out of here, you loathsome piece of filth," she said. "Get out!"
His mouth closed on unsaid words. Rena's face was livid with a controlled rage. Quickly he wheeled and staggered out the door, broken and defeated even in the success of his long-awaited revenge. Rena had won, after all, he told himself. Rena had won. He knew he could never see her again. He ran to the car, ran as fast as he could, afraid that Randy might see him. He hated Randy. He hated them both. Especially Rena. Rena had won.
Rena, her brother gone, locked the apartment door and broke into tears. It was over, she knew, and it seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Quickly, she dried her tears and changed clothes, straightened up the apartment. She took the bottle down to the garbage and threw what was left of it away. This final act seemed fitting to her. By the time she faced Randy, she would be new and fresh. She was glad now, that her brother had come over. It had settled a lot of unsettled things. Settled them once and for all.
Val's luck continued to hold bad. Hank Belitsky married his mother a week later in Las Vegas. When the couple returned, Val knew that his time at home was up. Hank was no prize intellect, but he had an animal cunning and an instinct. Val was suddenly an intruder in the Belitsky household. He knew it. His mother knew it. And Hank Belitsky knew it.
"Val," his mother said, after she had unpacked and Hank had left to buy a bottle at the store, "you're going to have to go on your own now."
He fought back the tears. "I-I know," he said. "Does he-does he know? Anything?"
"No, but, he will if you stay here. Do you see?" She tried to be tender with him.
"Yes, I do," he said. "I'll leave tomorrow."
"I'll give you money and you can find a job, an apartment. We'll help all we can."
"Thanks, Mom," he blubbered, no longer able to hold back the tears.
"Hey, what's this?" Hank asked when he blustered back from the store. Laura told him that her son had decided to go out on his own. A flash hit Hank's eyes. "Best thing could ever happen to him," he said. "You need any help, boy, you call on old Hank, eh?"
"Yeah, Hank, sure," Val said, filled with a sudden loathing for the man who was taking his place. Val was afraid of Belitsky and the older man, sensing this, swaggered his authority. Val knew he couldn't stay even if both of them begged him. Again, he had lost. That night he cried himself to sleep because he could hear the grunts of Hank and the moans of his mother as they made love in the room where he had known his mother all these months. It wasn't fair, he told himself, it just wasn't fair.
Wounds heal and scars fade after a time.
Val Norris never saw Rena again. He saw his mother only once, when she and Hank came to his wedding about a year after Val left home. Val married a girl two years older than himself. Her name, oddly enough, was Laurie. He called her Laura sometimes when they were making love. Laurie was a beautiful girl. Val loved her passionately. His mother, Laura Belitsky, had her doubts that the marriage would last. Val wasn't worried. It took his mother a long time to figure out what it was about Laurie that bothered her.
It was only after Val had moved away and sent his mother snapshots of the two of them in their new home that she discovered what had struck her subconscious at the wedding. It wasn't her name, although the similarity was enough to give her pause. It was Laurie herself. She was the spitting image of Rena. She
Archive Note: It is at this point that this pocketbook abruptly ended, clearly unfinished. There were no pages torn out of the pocketbook, so one must assume there was a publishing error in this pocketbook.