Chapter 9
For the next few days things seemed to go along evenly at the Norris household, although one couldn't say normally. For the household had changed, even though none of its inhabitants were aware of the full extent of the changes. Val, for his part, thought that things would be as they were. He seriously thought that a crisis had been averted and that no more would ever come of it. Rena was happy and oblivious to the turmoil that had occurred with Burt Nevins' visit. Laura was the only one who felt the strange undercurrent of tension, that kept her slightly off balance. She maintained her composure with her children, however, especially with Val. She was nice to him as she was before, but wary, uncertain of how to handle him. She was very careful to handle him gently.
She apologized to Burt, but there was no salvaging that relationship. In a way she was glad, because it would have presented more problems had Burt persisted in pursuing her. She told him merely that her children were still touchy over men after the treatment their father had given her and he seemed to understand that there was, after all, no future for him with Laura Norris. He was too thick to understand the turmoil inside her and if he needed an affirmation of the end of their budding friendship it was soon apparent. Laura no longer went to their old haunts after work. Instead, she stopped at new bars, met new friends. But she was careful not to encourage any of the men she met. She was on the defensive and a great deal of hope for her own future seemed to have been buried or set aside.
She did continue her drinking, though. She didn't bring any liquor home very often. Instead, she would stop at neighborhood bars where she could enjoy male attention without running into Burt. She was attracted to another man at work, Hank Belitsky, but kept this to herself. He was unaware of her daydreams, however, because he was a hard worker and a loner whose job almost never brought him in contact with Laura. But she realized that she was trapped in her own home, now more than ever, and she quietly rebelled against her imprisonment without knowing just how to escape.
Val became even more arrogant than before. His triumph over Burt Nevins gave him a swagger that was evident to his mother, Rena, and his schoolmates. He became something of a bully at school and this was partly due to his sensitivity about his private life. If he didn't like the drift of the sometimes earthy conversations of his schoolmates, he was apt to take quick offense and mete out swift reprisals.
Rena was perhaps the more naive of the three. Her awakened sexuality didn't center on her brother as much as he would have wished. She enjoyed having sex with him, but she never considered it as anything more than a training ground, a source of problem-free pleasure. She had eyes on the boys at school and after her rapid maturity seemed a lot more grown up than she actually was. She was not intimidated, at first, by Val's demands and only had sex with him when she wanted it. He, as a matter-of-fact, didn't worry about this, because his sister was an outlet for sex only when his mother was not there.
But Val was not totally content either. While he had come to accept his unique status in the home, he was not totally satisfied with his status outside of the home. He had no close friends and was not able to develop meaningful relationships with the girls his own age. He was handicapped by his smug feeling of superiority and also by his fear of upsetting his little kingdom at home. He had the mistaken feeling that he was needed for sex by both his mother and his sister. There was also a built-in feeling that he might fail with a girl his own age. He didn't have the confidence to seek out new partners for sex, probably because he knew that his only basis for experience was a taboo relationship at home. So Val had his conflicts and they were considerable.
These conflicts became more upsetting in the days to come. After the Nevins incident he had neglected Rena somewhat because he had focused most of his attentions on his mother. Her near desertion of him for another man had greatly shaken his confidence. He unconsciously tried to firm up his relationship with his mother to the detriment of his attentions toward his sister. Rena didn't mind that he didn't come to her as often because, unlike him, she was interested in the boys her own age. One of them, Jim Eakens, liked her and they began a flirtation that soon had them both getting serious.
Val became aware of this by accident, one day. He had come home before Rena and as Laura was still at work, he was home alone. He had been sitting in the living room, watching television, when he heard a car drive up and stop. When he didn't hear a car door slam, he went to the window and looked out. He saw Rena sitting in the front seat with a boy he didn't know. He felt his blood run hot. He peered out from the curtain so as not to reveal that he was watching them. For a few moments, Rena and the boy just talked, then he noticed them getting closer and closer together. His blood boiled higher at this, but he stayed motionless behind the curtain. He then saw Rena lean over and kiss the boy. Then the boy took her in his arms and they necked passionately for several minutes. Val clenched his fists as jealousy for his sister blurred his vision and enveloped him in a crimson haze.
"That bitch," he muttered to himself. Still he watched while his sister and the boy, oblivious to neighbors or himself, messed around with each other in the car. He wanted to tear out of the house and jerk Rena out of the car, drag her back in the house and beat her up. He knew this would be a terrible mistake on further reflection, however, so he just stood there, blazing with a subdued anger. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help himself. He thought of Rena as his exclusively, and the sight of the other boy out there was an injustice in his own mind.
"Damn Rena," he muttered again. He felt helpless standing there and yet it did some good. He was able to think about the situation much more calmly than if he were in the middle of it. What was he getting mad about, he asked himself. Rena was just doing what all girls her age did. But no, it did make him angry, because he was jealous. He was afraid Rena would go farther with that boy, would fuck him. This thought made Val's anger flame up again. But he couldn't interfere with Rena as he had his mother, could he?
He decided not to let Rena know that he had seen her out in the car necking with that creep.
Not yet. It would be hard, he knew, to keep his information to himself, but he would. It might blow everything. Rena wasn't his mother and she wasn't half drunk. It could get damned ugly. Fuck her, anyway. She wasn't worth it. He began to think of his sister as a little slut. Now that he had broken her in, she was probably out trying to fuck every guy she could. Well, he'd teach her a fucking lesson, damn her! She couldn't pull that shit on him!
He saw them breaking up and Val quickly left the window and went back to the couch. He sat there watching the TV set, but not seeing anything while his thoughts whirled. Was she coming in? It was sure as hell taking her a long enough time. He wrung his hands and at the same time tried to look relaxed for when she came in through the door. It seemed hours before he heard the car door slam. Then it seemed hours more before the guy gunned his engine and then roared off up the street. Eternities later, he heard her footsteps, then the door opening.
"Oh, hi, Val," she said airily as she came in. "I didn't know anybody was home."
"Yeah, hi. Just me. Mom's still at work."
"Yeah, I know." She waltzed on by him and went into her room. Val sat there, grinding his teeth, wanting to shout at her and maybe give her a slap on the mouth. He tried to stay cool. He waited until he thought it was okay and then got up and walked casually back to her room. He didn't know what he was going to do, but at least wanted to see what she was doing. The jealousy of the other boy still hovered at the corners of his mind. He opened the door to her room. He had been so quiet in coming that he startled her. She was in her slip.
"Oh, Val, you scared me," she said. She looked so damned innocent, he thought.
"Just wanted to see what you were doing," he said. He went over and sat on the bed. Rena became suddenly self-conscious. He watched her closely as she rummaged in a drawer for her jeans. "Don't put anything on yet," he said huskily.
She looked at him. His eyes had a funny look to them. "How come?"
"Well, maybe I don't want you to," he said.
"Come on, Val, don't get into that," she said. She knew what he was thinking. Her mind was still on Jim Eakens. She was excited over their heavy necking that had left her juices stirring without any real satisfaction. Oh, they hadn't done anything much, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Jim wanted her and this ride home was just one of the preliminaries. She didn't want Val to know about it, though.
"Why not?" he asked, hoping that his suspicions didn't show in his voice.
"Well, you know. We shouldn't mess around all the time."
"We don't," he said evenly, holding back his anger mixed with desire.
"We do enough."
He looked at her breasts underneath her slip. He looked at her bare legs and naked feet. He was very excited. He wanted her. There was a growing bulge in his pants. He wanted to fuck her right then. In her slip. He could see the outline of her panties and that excited him. "Come here," he ordered.
"Val, come on. Not now."
"Don't give me any shit, Rena! Now!"
"Man, you're really pushy, aren't you? What if I don't want to?"
"Make it easy on yourself. I'm hot, Rena."
"Oh, shit!"
He got up from the bed and unzipped his pants. Rena watched him, half disgusted with his manner.
He took out his half-hard cock and showed it to her. "Come here," he said again.
"Do you have to be so crude about it?" she asked.
"Then come here," he said inanely.
She could see that it was going to be no use arguing with him. Besides, she was still warmed up from the petting she had had with Jim. She didn't want Val, though, not really. But he was acting funny. Showing his penis like that. She came over to him. He took her in his arms and pulled her against his hard cock.
"Feel it?" he husked.
"Yes, I feel it."
"Would you like it inside you?"
"Oh, damn you. Yes. If you want to."
He kissed her hard on the mouth and bent her back. His cock was rubbing right up against her cunt. He liked the feel and rustle of her slip against his clothes. Her smell excited him because he knew she had been with another boy, kissing him, perhaps feeling his crotch, touching him in private places. He could feel her body gradually yield to him, mold itself to his own. He kissed her more tenderly, then, his tongue searching for hers. He found it and her own tongue responded, jabbing back, nicking tip to tip, curling underneath, bringing saliva to their mouths like the juices that flowed from their secret places.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her body pressing against his more firmly.
His hand went down to her leg, lifted up her slip and encountered her panties. The feel of her vaginal mound made his cock strain as it rose higher in tumescence. He rubbed his hand up and down the hardness of her bony ridge. He slid his hand alongside her panties where they held tight against her crotch. He pushed aside the nylon and his finger found the crevice.
"Oh, Val," she murmured, breaking her kiss for a moment as they stood there embraced.
His finger slipped past the thick flesh of her cleft and found the moist slit and the contracted orifice of her cunt. He dabbled it inside and the suction took over, bringing his finger to her dormant clit. Abrasively he fingered it until it stood rigid, twanging silently like a guitar string that is only felt and reverberates unheard somewhere in velvet depths.
Rena felt the reverberations in her body. The twanging of her clit sent shock waves all through her flesh. The memory of Jim was gone; replaced by the all-pervading presence of her brother with his finger up inside her, touching that marvelous magic button that brought her so much exquisite pleasure. Her love oils flowed like spring freshets, lubricating her for his more serious entrance later on. She clung to him like a wanton, feeling the hard prod of his cock leaking pre-coital fluid against her bare leg.
When Val tired of his digital manipulations, he moved Rena around so that her back was to her bed. Then he bent her over so that her buttocks rested on the edge. That is, Rena was half on and half off the bed. Val undressed while she waited for his next move. He did it quickly, then went to his knees. He pulled her panties down and threw them several feet away. Rena started to pull her slip off over her head.
"No," he told her. "Leave it on."
Puzzled, Rena looked at him, but she let the nylon tricot full slip slide back down her body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the hem fell just below the "Y" where her legs met her torso. Val looked at her for a long moment. Her bare shoulders, bare legs were accented by the white slip. Her breasts swelled underneath the bodice. The twin pelvic bones framed her soft rounded tummy. He got up and put his hand on her love mound again, rubbing the length of it outside of her slip. Rena shuddered at the delight of his touch. Then he lifted her slip so that her cunt was visible. He rubbed it the same way now that it was exposed. He knelt again and kissed her on the tummy.
Rena squealed with delight. "Oooooh, you turn me on," she said.
Val's erection waved at her as he stood up again. "Just stay there on the edge like that," he said. He straddled her and she reached out with both hands for his swollen member. He waddled in between her legs and she put the head of his big cock to her pussylips.
"Can you do it this way?" she asked.
"I'm going to try."
"I'll help." She pushed upward with her vagina and his cock's head slid along her cleft, sending electrified current through every nerve in her body. She pulled his cock up and down on the moistened slit. Val smiled at her. It felt good. The tender warhead tingled at this affectionate handling. The best part of it for both of them was that they could see everything that went on. It brought excitement to both of them
Rena loved the feel of his big cock in her hand. She had taken one away and was rubbing his member into her velvety cunt with the other. Looking at its hugeness and feeling its contact on her sensitive lips made her nerve ends dance like corn tassels in the wind. Val was delighted that she had taken this initiative and his previous angry thoughts about her faded away with the excitement of her touch and her manipulation.
"You can do that all day long," he said, "and I won't mind."
"Feel good?"
"Delicious."
He gave a pump and his cock poked hard against the top of her slit, going a little deeper as she pulled it down the crevice.
"Better," she said, looking at the way his organ settled into her groove.
He could barely contain his excitement as she slid his malehood up and down, up and down the lubricated runner. He began to pump a little, jabbing her, his pecker bouncing as it went. Rena spread her legs wider. Her slip slid down so that it touched her hand and his cock. The silky feel of the fabric on his member brought him further excitement. She pulled the slip up with her other hand, but Val knew it would fall down once she took her hand away and he entered her.
Rena ached for him to fill her love tunnel. His prick had become a tease to all the waiting fibers of flesh just inside where she dabbled it. She pulled on his cock each time it passed her hole, trying to get him to stick it in. Val, too, was now ready to fuck her. His back ached from the half-crouched position he was in. The next time Rena pulled on his member, he pushed and it sank into the steaming orifice. Rena gave a gasp and felt her insides gush with new soakings.
"Wow," she said.
She took her hand away and let him arc his cock into her all the way. Her slip did slide down her tummy until it fell on his sliding organ. He leaned over her body so his body was covering her. She bore the brunt of his weight but he felt no heavier than a feather on top of her. That big cock of his was slipping in and out of her cunt like a piston, oiled and hot, smooth and maddening as it twanged her clit.
Val looked at Rena and was suffused with love for her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips half open, her neck stretched taut. She was resting on her elbows and Val lay on her. his arms straight out as props on the bed. He drove his cock in and out with measured rhythm, knowing that each stroke made Rena headier, more electrified with his presence. The silk feel of her slip on his organ added new zest to his love-making. He looked down at her plump legs and could just see his cock under the lace hem of the slip. The concealment of her pussy was tantalizing, sexier than anything he had ever known.
Val deliberately went slow so as to prolong both their pleasures. He knew Rena was getting to the point of her first orgasm because her breathing was coming in shallow quick drafts, timed to his thrusts. For himself, drawing his shaft in and out of her was an exquisite joy, by far the most enjoyable sex he had had yet. The slip she wore, for some reason he couldn't quite fathom, made his pleasure quick and aching with a hint of mystery and not a little of forbidden pleasure. Had she been naked, he probably would have gotten his rocks off and that would have been it. But the slip stayed him, gave him control, made him the master of her. He looked down at his cock sliding in and out underneath the slip, disappearing between her legs. There was a remarkably delightful tactile pleasure from the soft whispering of the nylon on his naked flesh, as well.
Rena, too, enjoyed the variety inherent in this sexual act with her brother. She could feel the undercurrent of difference. The slight pressure of Val's body on hers, with the slip in between, gave their fuck all the aspects of a quiet and almost solemn rape. It was as if he had discovered her in her room half dressed and taken her by force, only in this case the force was implied. Because Val was gentle and slow with her, she was passive with him. She enjoyed seeing his organ disappear under her slip and the feeling of it as it slid up her love tunnel. She felt the first stings of orgasm, the quick taking up of her body as his cock thrummed her clit sending sparks along the feather edges of her nerves. Quick flashes of lightning seemed to scurry over and through her body like will-o-the-wisp, certain little ignitions that raced through her blood, tingling in her veins and capillaries.
She looked up at his determined face every so often. She could see his love mingled with the concentration. She wanted him to know that she loved him too. She wanted him to see how happy she was with his cock stabbing in and out of her. She wanted him to see her face every time one of those love spasms wracked her body. Her hips began to move in a slow rocking motion, up and down and in a gentle circle, grinding ever so slowly as he impaled her on his sex lance. She watched his face for a reaction and could see that he liked this new little twist she was giving to their lovemaking. She wished he weren't so far away, propped up like that over her, but she liked the way his cock touched everything inside her. She liked how deep it went and how it felled her with its heat.
Rena had started the pills a week ago. She hadn't told Val about it and suddenly she remembered. She half smiled as a shudder overtook her. "You can come inside me, Val," she said.
"What?"
"I said, it's all right. You can leave it in."
"I can?"
"Uh huh. I'm protected."
"The pill? What?"
"Uh huh. The pill. It's okay. I want you to."
"Jesus." He rammed her hard and she came like an explosion from a gun.
This new bit of news added still another dimension to their lovemaking. Val smiled, unable to conceal his obvious excitement. It would be so good to stay in there this time ... to stay where it was warm and tender as he did with his mother. He was very proud of Rena and very happy that she had done this for him. This made it certain that she had been thinking of him. He felt sorry now that he had doubted her. That boy was nothing, just another dude out for kicks. She had taken the pill for him, to increase his pleasure. He lay on her a moment and kissed her in gratitude. Rena kept her hips moving up and down as he kissed her. It felt wonderful.
He pushed her farther up on the bed. Rena gladly slid up and they didn't break their connection as he slid along with her, fucking her every inch of the way. He pushed her slip up out of the way for the finish. He didn't want any hindrance when he went all the way in his final drive toward his own orgasm. The bed sank under their weight and he began fucking her in earnest, the play over. He was totally absorbed in her. Her face was next to his and he almost smothered her with his own body.
"That's it, Val," she said. "Fuck me good now."
"I will," he said. He increased his rhythm, socking his meat in and out of her slick smooth hole with a veritable vengeance. Despite his weight, Rena responded with her own hip and thigh motions, now grinding, now pumping, so that his organ flayed around inside her like a maddened battering ram. It seemed to her that not a square millimeter of her flesh escaped his probing. It was a totally exquisite experience and it seemed to both of them that they were finally one person.
In a matter of moments he was at the point of climax. His strokes were very short now because he wanted to stay deep inside her. He put his organ all the way up in her and pumped with furious jabs until his sperm began to boil and finally explode in her womb like flaming lava. Rena attained her orgasm at the exact instant as he and this was quickly followed by another and still another. She held him inside her for a very long time, not wanting to release him. He made a few more ineffectual pumps, but his energy had been spent. The head of his prick was extremely tender and he winced as it withdrew?
"Oh, Val, you took my breath away," she murmured, after he had tumbled out.
"That was the best ever, Rena."
"I know. Outta sight."
They both laughed. He plopped beside her and ran his hand over her firm soft belly. She was all his now, he felt. She had to be. No one could ever fuck her like that. No one but he . could ever make her this happy.
"Rena," he said, then paused.
"Huh?"
"Rena, you know I don't want you messing around with anybody else."
"What?"
"Well, you know. I'm kind of jealous. I want to be your only man."
"Well, you are."
"I mean all the time."
She didn't answer. What could she say? She liked him for saying that he was jealous, but she was apprehensive about his restriction. At the moment she certainly didn't want any other boy, but, like wow, all the time. She didn't know. She just didn't know. She patted his hand on her belly as if to reassure him. Val smiled to himself. He was certain that he had laid down the terms and that she had accepted. But Rena wasn't sure at all, though, and she kept this to herself.