Chapter 5
The days hurried by like landscapes seen from a moving train, but they seemed interminable to Val. He couldn't stand to be away from his mother all day long and he had difficulty in concentrating on his school work. More than once he would catch himself daydreaming about her and wishing that he were with her. For the first several days, Val's insatiability was not a hardship on either him or his mother. But as the days wore on, it was soon apparent to Laura that her son wanted her night and day. She was eager at first, and looked forward to having him slip into her bedroom after Rena had gone to school in order to make love to her. They had fun making love to each other in the shower, on the bed in her room and once in his own bed when she had stolen in during the middle of the night. Laura thought that the newness would wear off and that he would go back to being a normal boy at her beck and call whenever she needed him to satisfy her desires. But this was not the case. More and more, it was she who was at his beck and call, as she began to realize. One morning, tired and stiff from overtime at the bindery, she had tried to put Val off until the evening, but he would have none of it. He insisted so strongly that she had to spread her legs for him even though her heart wasn't in it at first.
Val seemed to sense that his mother's initial enthusiasm had rubbed off slightly, while his own seemed to soar out of control. At school he couldn't keep his eyes off the girls. A miniskirt rattled his mind into sharp fantasy. He could see himself lifting up the skirt and inserting his penis in the bushy hole. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be girls who looked ready to fuck, tantalizing him, ready for him. That they weren't as eager as he, only drove him deeper into wishful thinking.
He remarked to a friend how fantastic it was at recess. "Sixteen hundred cunt on the hoof, man," he said, shaking his head. His friend only laughed, not getting the deeper point to it. Val had an almost perpetual hard-on at school. The distractions were many, for there were a lot of girls at school and there wasn't a one he wouldn't have liked to ball. The trouble was that he really didn't know how to go about it. Here he was, experienced at sex and eager for it, but he didn't have; the least idea of how to approach a chick and make the proposition Not without a hell of a lot of trouble.
So Val sat at school and thought about his mother. And when he wasn't thinking about her, he was thinking about the chick two rows away whose panties were showing under her tight mini. Or, as time wore on, he began to think about his sister, Rena.
Well, why not, he thought. Rena was accessible at least. She was sexy. Gradually, Rena began to take on more and more importance in his mind. Because she was accessible ... and wasn't. But his interest in his sister grew out of all proportion. He was sure that she wasn't aware that she gave him an erection almost all the times that he was near her. He carefully concealed his growing desire from his mother, but he began to find excuses to go to her room when she was dressing, or when he thought she was. He would cough and come into the bathroom when she was showering just to get a glimpse of her nudity.
One night, he stole outside and looked in her window when he knew she was getting ready for bed. There was a tiny crack in her curtain so that he could get a glimpse of her as she took off her clothes. He was surprised at what he saw. His sister had a beautiful body and, as he noticed, she knew she did. This night, he watched her slowly take off her sweater and skirt on the edge of the bed, her shoes and socks, then finally her bra and panties. His erection filled his crotch, stretching his Levi's.
To his surprise, Rena didn't get into her pajamas right away. But instead, she paraded about the room, fluffing her tits and prancing before the mirror. She assumed several "model's" poses and strutted back and forth between the bed and the dresser. Watching her, without her being aware of his scrutiny, gave Val a heady pleasurable sensation. He was breathing hard and his erection was straining at its confinement in his pants. Looking around him, to be sure that he, himself, wasn't being watched, he unbuttoned his Levi's.
Reaching inside his pants, he worked his rigid cock out of his shorts and through his fly. Rena was still promenading about her bedroom, lights full on, oblivious to his lustful stares. He worked his hand up and down the length of his organ as he watched his sister. He could picture himself putting his swollen prick between her legs, penetrating that dark nest there, and bringing her to a delightful climax. He saw her lying on the bed, her legs spread, her sex cleft slightly open. He saw his cock push past her lips and into the steaming channel there to hotly throb in a back and forth motion.
His hand on his cock matched the feeling that his mind-pictures gave him. He wanted, just then, to stop and go into her room and rape her. He wanted to force her to submit to him while he fucked her as he never fucked before. Images of his mother flashed in a series of intercuts with his sister. He felt the sap rise in his testicles and jacked his hand faster until he felt the surge of his seed up the tube. Breathless, he reached his climax, and, shuddering with the ecstasy of it, closed his eyes as the sperm shot out onto the wall. He wiped himself off while he continued to watch his sister, and then put his limp organ back in his pants. He buttoned up and tiptoed back around the house, half satisfied, but yet wishing that it had been the real thing. He knew one thing for sure. He wanted Rena and he was going to try every way he could to fuck her. The thought of his cock between those juicy lips of hers almost made the swelling begin again before he reached the privacy of his own bedroom.
He knew his mother was asleep and after having masturbated he wanted to be alone. He went to sleep thinking of Rena, cursing himself for not having the courage to slip into her room and fuck her before she could resist. But he knew that this kind of impulsive action would only result in his not ever having her. And that was something he was going to be very careful about.
Val's opportunity with Rena came sooner than he expected. Laura had to work at the bindery the following Saturday and Val was alone in the house with his sister. The best part of it was that Rena had been out late the night before and was sleeping late. Val lay in bed and heard his mother get ready to go to work. Before she left, she came in and kissed him and said she would see him that evening. She gave the indication that she wanted him that night, which set his blood to churning.
"I'll be gone all day, Val," she said. "But tonight, I hope we can see each other to make up for it. Do you want to?"
"Yes, I do," he said.
"Mmmmm. Well, have a good day. See you when I get home. Don't wake Rena. Let her sleep. You go back to sleep, too, if you want to."
"Okay. Maybe I will," he told her, knowing that he wouldn't.
He waited a long time after she left before he got up and tiptoed to Rena's room. Slowly, he opened her door and saw that she was sleeping. He could feel his heart step up its beating as he tiptoed away to think. His pulse seemed to leap up into his throat and it interfered with his breathing.
Rena was curled up into a fetal position and the covers were just up past her knees. She wore a pair of light blue pajamas that were nearly transparent. He could see her young breasts floating under the blouse and her skin here and there where it pressed up close to the nylon fabric. She was lying with her face toward him but her knees were bunched up so that he couldn't see her pubic area. Her hips curved gently, though, flaring out like a woman's. He thought of last night when he had looked upon her nakedness and his pajamas grew taut at the crotch where his manhood began to swell.
He was frightened. He was afraid of what would happen if he tried to do something with his sister and she rejected him. He was afraid of that, too, he knew. But he couldn't explain this overwhelming longing he had for Rena, except that since discovering how good sex was he wanted to try it with other girls and especially with his sister. Standing there, he could just feel how good it would be. He was certain that Rena would like it, once she discovered what he had. But that was the problem: how to get her to begin, to show her what it was like before she got uptight and slapped him or something.
He weighed the possibility of going into her room and beginning to fondle her. Perhaps his hands on her breasts would excite her enough to make her want him. Or his hand between her legs, playing with her cunt, opening it and putting his finger quietly inside, touching the clitoris. That, he was sure, would excite her. But no, these things were just fantasy, after all. When he rationalized, he could see her raising up, angry, calling him all kinds of names and worst of all, telling their mother! His heart thumped at the thought of this last and frightful possibility. That would blow it for sure!
So Val didn't make any move at all toward his sister. He let her sleep, hoping that an opportunity would present itself to him sometime that day or the next. Sometime. His mouth was dry thinking of her. Thinking of that virginal body of hers just waiting for him to open it up with his pry. Man, how he wanted her!
But he couldn't get Rena out of his mind. He lay on top of his bed, thinking of all the possible approaches he might use on his sister. Reasoning with her was out. So also was raping her outright. No, he finally decided. He must go about it gradually. Find out how much, somehow, she already knew about sex. Let her know that he was not without experience. Talk about it in general terms. That was it. Draw her out. Get her to think in terms of sex, as he did. Then, when he was sure that she was sufficiently primed, find a way to have her before she could protest. Get his cock into her before she had time to turn him down. Once it was there ... well, he was sure that she would like it as much as he did. More, even.
Although the specifics of what he planned to do to seduce his sister were still vague, at least he had some sort of an approach. He felt better. He dressed, then, and read a book while waiting for his sister to get out of bed. When she finally did, he was glad to see that she hadn't put on her blue jeans but was wearing a miniskirt and blouse. It made it a lot easier to mess around. He thought she looked very pretty and he wondered why she hadn't gotten into sloppy clothes. Her honey red hair was tied back cutely with an orange band that matched her long socks. She wore a chocolate mini and a tan-striped blouse.
"How come you're so dressed up?" he asked as they were eating their cereal.
"Oh, I thought I'd go over to Linda's. Her mother might take us shopping."
"When you going?"
"After while."
"Well, you look nice," he said lamely.
Rena was pleased and more than a little surprised. After all her little brother was not renowned for his compliments. She thought he had looked differently lately. Not in appearance, but in the way he acted. He seemed to her more mature, older, maybe. More sure of himself. She gave an inward sigh. Maybe he was growing up. It could be, she thought, that their father's leaving them had had something to do with it. Maybe that had made Val grow up a little. Well, whatever, she liked the change in him. She liked the compliment he paid her. She couldn't help primping a little for him ... even if he was only her brother.
Val was pleased with himself. The compliment hadn't hurt him and he knew it had had a visible effect on Rena. She was almost preening herself before him. They finished their cereal and she swooped over to take the dishes from his place. He smiled at her and she winked at him.
"I'll wash them," she said. "Want to help."
"Sure. For a doll like you, sure." Rena grinned.
Hell, this was easy, he thought. He wiped off the table while she got the pans out to wash the dishes. When she bent over to get them from under the sink he could see a flash of panties. It was enough to bring back the sensuous thoughts about his sister. There was something about the miniskirt. From the side, looking down at her, her legs seemed enhanced by the short skirt. The bareness was accentuated by the long socks. He thought of that little pussy of hers up between her legs. So near and yet so far.
They chatted amiably as they did the dishes. "How d'ya think Mom's making it since Dad left?" she asked her brother. "Okay, I guess."
"I think she's kind of glad to get rid of him, don't you?"
"Yeah, maybe. He wasn't too good to her."
"You can say that again. And that hussy he took up with. I mean, that was a low blow, man."
"Yeah," Val said, "not too cool."
"Pretty shabby, you mean."
"Yeah, the shabbiest." He wondered what Rena would say if she knew he had replaced his father in his mother's bed. Man, that would tear her up!
"Well," Rena sighed, "I just hope he never bothers her again. I don't miss him at all."
"Me, neither," he agreed. And, he didn't. He knew he should have felt some kind of remorse over his father's desertion of them, but he didn't. He wondered if it was because he was now jealous of his father. Jealous to the point of hatred. No, he decided, he never wanted his father to return. It would spoil everything.
"I don't think he'll come back," Val said.
"It's sad. I think Mom's the one who's really suffering. I'm not, that's for sure."
"She'll get over him. After what he did."
"Yeah, I think you're right, Val."
They finished the dishes and Rena put them away after Val dried them. Then she wiped up the sink and they smiled at each other.
"Thanks," she said.
"Hey, no problem. You'll make some man a good wife," he said.
Rena blushed. "I hope I get a good one," she said.
"You will. You're a groovy chick."
That was the second time he'd complimented her that morning. My, there was a change in Val. She was almost embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
This time Val winked at her. He hoped it looked casual.
They went into the living room and sat down. Val got a magazine out of the rack and began to leaf through it. Rena opened the morning paper and read the headlines on the front page of the Courier.
"It seems strange to be here alone without Mom," she said, after a while.
"Yeah. Just the two of us."
It was quiet in the room. They laughed at that. After a while Rena got up and went to her bedroom to make the bed. Val watched her go, waited a few minutes, then followed her.
He went into her room as she was putting the finishing touches to her bed. "Will you make mine, too?" he asked.
"Lazy," she teased. "Make your own bed."
"I could. But you make it so much better."
Rena took this as another compliment. How could she refuse? "Okay. If you put it that way," she said. Val grinned.
He followed her into his room. She began to make his bed and, as she reached over it, one leg up in the air, he could see the twin hemisphere of her buttocks underneath pink panties. He fancied that he could see part of her pussy's lips, but maybe it was only where the panties bunched up at the crotch. It made no difference. He saw what he wanted to see.
"Hey," he said, "wanna wrassle?" And he tumbled his sister onto his bed, overpowering her, but not hurting her.
"You fink," she said, caught by surprise. "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," he laughed. "I just feel like wrassling." He grabbed her arms and she started to push and pull. It was a wrestling match, no more, as they tugged at each other, but Val had a serious purpose in mind.
"You're messing me up, Val," Rena shrieked. "Defend yourself," he said, beginning to pant. "Cut it out!"
But he didn't stop. He rolled over on top of her and looked down into her eyes, his breath coming hard. His body was not touching hers, but they both knew the position he was in. Her skirt had been flung up to her waist so that her bare panties showed. Val glanced down at them, his cock beginning to thicken with the blood surge. Quickly, he glanced away and continued his false tussle.
"Let me up, Val."
"Who's stopping you?"
"You are, you clod."
And he was. He had her arms pinned to the bed. Her face showed the strain of her struggle. "You're pretty when you're mad," he husked.
"Damn right I'm mad. Come on, Val, cut out the crap and let me up."
"Don't talk naughty," he teased.
She twisted from side to side, trying to free herself from his pinning grip. But it was no use. Val was grinning at her, taunting her with his own strength.
"You going to let me up?" she asked.
"In a while. Come on, you can fight better than this." He was enjoying himself. His crotch was rock hard as though it held a steel ball in its sling. As his sister twisted under him, he dropped his crotch until it was on hers. She couldn't help but feel the hard bulge that rested on her pubes.
This was the first indication that Rena had that her brother wasn't just "messing around." She was startled but didn't want to call attention to it. It surprised her to feel that ball of hardness just touching her sex. She squirmed to get away from the insistent pressure of it, but Val kept his knob just touching her. It was maddening to Rena. She tried to forget it was there. Maybe it was something else. Maybe it was just something in his pocket. A knife perhaps. A lead weight. Anything, but what it really was.
"Val, that's enough," she said. "I want up. I thought you wanted me to make your bed."
"I did, but a little exercise is good too. Come on, you're hardly putting up any fight."
She pushed mightily, trying to throw him off, but he was too strong and too heavy for her. She was getting out of breath and there was still that hard thing touching her crotch. Rubbing against it. Pressing on its softness. She didn't want to think about it. Maybe Val didn't know about it. She knew about boys. She knew what happened to their penises when they got excited. She was sure that was what was happening to her brother. But it shouldn't, should it? I mean, after all, she was his sister. It shouldn't happen with her. But it was, she knew. She could feel its length every once in a while. Val was pressing her more and lying more heavily on top of her. She could feel its rigidity along her thigh. She thought she could feel the head of it at her lips, almost prying them open. She got scared thinking of what could happen.
"Damn you," she cursed. "Now cut it out, Val. Enough is enough!"
He knew she meant it now, but he didn't want to stop. It was too nice rubbing his hard cock against her panties. He knew that she could feel it and feel it good. But he didn't want to press his luck too far. So, the next time she gave a push, he let himself be overcome. He tumbled on his side and let her get free. "Okay, Rena. You win."
She got up and smoothed herself. Her hair was tangled and she was panting for breath. She looked cute, he thought. His erection began to subside as he caught his own breath.
Rena gave him a funny look and pressed her lips together. "Make your own damn bed," she said, and flounced out of the room, followed by Val's hearty laughter.
He gave a big sigh when she had gone. Well, he had messed around with her and knew that she couldn't have missed feeling his cock rubbing up against her pussy. That was something. It was exciting just thinking about it. He had been so close. Right there. If he had wanted to, he told himself, he could have taken her panties down and put his prick in with no trouble. He knew now that he was stronger than Rena. He was satisfied that he could have taken her and gotten his rocks off.
She probably would have liked it too, he thought. He wondered what she was thinking about. He wondered what she thought about that hard cock of his rubbing right on her little pussy. She was probably hot, he decided. Hotter'n hell. Well, dammit, his time would come. He would fuck his sister. He knew that now. He knew it for sure.
Rena could hardly think straight. The "wrestling match" with Val had left her breathless and uncertain. It was only fun, she told herself, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it had been something more, too. Something that she couldn't put her finger on. Val was growing up fast, that was for sure. There was no mistaking the fact that he had been excited when he was on top of her. Or else why would his "thing" have gotten that way?
But what about herself, she wondered. She felt funny "down there." A vague feeling of dissatisfaction came over her now that she had gone out of Val's room and back to her own to straighten up. It was as if something had been started and would have to be finished later on. But what? No, the idea was just ridiculous. Val wasn't that way. And neither was she. Still, she couldn't shake off the subtle threads of feelings that had come over her when he was on top of her. That hardness right at the portals of her sex had been so obvious, so commanding.
She wondered what would have happened if they had kept on. She admitted to having had a certain excitement when she had realized what that hard thing was that she felt. Some deep things inside her, sleeping there, had been stirred up, awakened. Some unrealized yearnings had begun to rise inside her like smoke, curling upward, thick at first, only to be thinned out and wafted away in the air when she had broken free.
It was strange. Something had happened and yet nothing had happened. She didn't like to feel this way. She didn't like not knowing something that she felt she ought to know. But what was it? She shrugged as she combed her hair out from its tangles. It was nothing, after all. Nothing happened, she said firmly to herself, and nothing could happen. It was silly to go on thinking about a nothing. She had had erotic thoughts before, but never ever was her brother in any way, shape, or form connected with them. No, not ever. Damn him, anyway. He shouldn't mess around like that. It wasn't a bit funny.
She finished combing her hair and checked herself in the mirror. She guessed that she would go over to Linda's before something else happened. Something worse. She decided she would have to be careful of Val from now on. Especially if they were alone too much. No, that was a dumb way to think. It was just messing around. But she had felt his excitement. He had been aroused. And what about herself?
Rena looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. Yes, what about herself? She reached down to her crotch and felt her panties. Her heart gave a solid thump at her temples. There was just the dampest of spots there on her panties.