Chapter 6

That evening at supper, Catherine sat by Warren. Sandra or Emily usually took that spot, but she came early to the table so she could have it this time. Their mother was laughing at something Merle Hunt had said. He was becoming so familiar with the family ... almost as if he expected them to think of him as the boss, the man in the house. And he hadn't even married their mother yet. Catherine despised him.

But she was thinking of something else tonight. She could hardly wait to get her brother off by himself so she could hold him again. Halfway through dessert she couldn't resist touching him. She rubbed his thigh, moving her hand around until she was near his balls. Warren almost choked on a glass of water but managed to keep his face blank. It was exciting to know the effect she was having on him, especially since no one suspected a thing.

"What's this about you finding an apartment, Warren?" Merle asked. He wiped his mustache and stared across the table as he had plenty of say so in Warren's life. Warren frowned.

"Yeah. I might." He returned the older man's look. "But that's my business."

While this mini-showdown was taking place between her brother and her mother's boyfriend, Catherine worked Warren's fly open and dug into his underwear until she found the pulsing, hot shaft.

"It's the girls who bother him," their mother added. "That's why he wants a place of his own. So they won't be disturbing him all the time asking for help with their homework." Warren squirmed in his chair as Catherine squeezed the head of his cock.

"Apartments are expensive as hell," Merle put in. He was intent on getting Warren's goat. But now Warren had something else to contend with. Catherine was amused at how he was trying to pretend interest in the conversation. She began to jack him a little. Their mother took a sip of water and turned to Warren.

"I think perhaps it would be cheaper if we asked the girls to leave him alone. Emily doesn't have to play her music so loud. And Sandra could ask Catherine when she needed help with her studies."

Catherine was watching her brother's face carefully. She had his prick completely free of his underwear now and while no one was watching, she'd scooped a pat of butter into her palm and smeared it down the feverish length of his shaft. Warren kept swallowing and clearing his throat. His ears were bright red. His breathing looked strained. Catherine jacked her hand up and down with gentle caressing movements. The butter had melted now and formed a slick coating on her brother's tumid prick. She had to be careful that she didn't move too fast and make a noise that might giveaway what was happening under the tablecloth. "You certainly look flushed, Warren," their mother said. "Do you feel all right?"

"Sure mom, just fine." He reached for a second helping of dessert and knocked his spoon onto the floor.

"I'll get it," Catherine said, ducking down. She glanced under the table and saw the end of her brother's cock bulging like an overgrown mushroom. It was dark purple and the butter had made it shiny and slick. She knew she didn't have but a few more seconds before he popped all over everything. She found the spoon and put it back on the table, never stopping her other hand for a second. Stealthily, while the family chatted, she took the napkin from her lap and draped it around her brother's prick. Not ten seconds after she'd done that, she felt the steely shaft bulge in her hand and a flood of something hot dribbled down over her knuckles. Warren let out a breath.

"I've been jogging a lot lately," he said, trying to smile at everybody. "I guess I'm not in as good a shape as I thought I was."

Again, Catherine almost giggled as she milked the thick cream from Warren's balls. The napkin was heavy and soggy warm with the jizz now. She finished him gently and carefully dabbed the cum and melted butter from his skin. Then she returned his wilting cock to his pants and zipped him safely closed like before.

Warren was on his way up to his room when Catherine stopped him in the hall.

"Warren? Could I talk to you?"

He looked around nervously. "Not here."

She pinched him playfully. "I didn't mean I was going to assault you or anything right out here in the hall." She licked her lips. "I'll wait til later for that."

"Yeah but you don't understand, Cathy.

Emily... I mean ...well uh..."

Emily bounced up the stairs behind them. She glanced at Catherine, then gave Warren a long look.

"Warren, could you help me with some homework?"

"Emily," Catherine scolded, "remember what mom said about leaving Warren alone. He can't be helping you all the time. And anyway, it's Friday. Who does homework on Friday?"

"I like to get it out of the way early," Emily said. She tugged at Warren's shirt. "Please Warren?" Her voice had a note of warning in it.

Catherine was a little confused by her brother's reaction. He swallowed, smiled thinly and nodded.

"Yeah. Sure. See you later, Cathy."

She watched the two of them go to Emily's room. She started to follow but the door shut and she heard her youngest sister click the lock. Now her curiosity was really being stimulated. Warren was acting as if Emily had something on him. But surely she was imagining things. What could dumb little Emily have on Warren? But if she did ... The idea occurred to Catherine suddenly that there was a simply way for her to find out. She went downstairs, took the phone off the hook and then hurried up to Emily's room again. Her mom and Merle were out on the porch talking so there wouldn't be any hitches, if she could just get Emily out of her room for a few minutes. Catherine stopped in her own room long enough to find her miniature tape recorder and load it with a cassette. Then she tapped on Emily's door.

"Emily? Someone is on the phone for you." There was a rustling inside and after a moment Emily came out. She looked a little flushed and her blouse had been buttoned up crooked. Catherine kept her little recorder out of sight as her younger sister pushed by and bounced downstairs. Then she entered the room.

Warren was bending over an open book on Emily's small desk. But there was a faint aroma in the room. And after just a second, Catherine knew what that smell was.

"It's nice of you to help Emily, Warren," she `said, "but I wish she'd learn to do things by herself."

"Oh yeah. Yeah." He didn't look around. Cathy "glanced here and there, looking for a place to hide her little recorder. Finally she pulled a book out of a shelf, pretending to look at it. The recorder fit in just right and she replaced the book.

"See you later." She passed Emily coming up the steps.

"Are you sure I had a call?" Emily looked at her through her lashes.

"Sure am."

"Well, there was nobody there."

Catherine shrugged and went down the stairs. She felt a certain smugness. Every word, every sound in Emily's room for the next forty-five minutes would be faithfully recorded by her little machine. But now she only hoped it wouldn't be something she would hate to hear. She couldn't imagine that Emily was actually getting humped by Warren. Her baby sis was so small, so young and inexperienced. And she was sure that Emily was a virgin. Emily had asked her only yesterday if a virgin could use a tampax.

"Well," she breathed to herself, "I'll just wait and see what's on that little tape."