Chapter 2
Claire and Steve came downstairs. Steve had a loose, relaxed grin.
Claire had dressed hastily. Only two buttons at the middle of her blouse were closed, revealing the fact that she wore no bra.
Claire was tall and full bodied. Her jet black hair was cut short, and framed a distinctive face with high cheekbones and deep eye sockets.
Her pale green eyes were slightly glazed. Her red, full lips curved upward into a smile of satisfaction. Her hair was disarranged.
She had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, wide hips, and strong legs. Her breasts were heavy, but her shoulders helped support them and keep them firm.
She and Steve walked arm in arm to the front door. Their hips and thighs brushed as they moved. They clung to each other.
They turned to face each other and embraced. Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his.
Her breasts flattened and pushed to the sides as they met his hard, muscular chest. Steve reached down and put his hands on her bottom.
He squeezed and fondled her buttocks as they kissed. Claire ground her hips against his groin. Steve groaned as his cock twitched and stiffened.
Claire moved back and put her hand against his crotch. Steve's eyebrows lifted as she rubbed his stiff cock, which bulged in his trousers.
"Ummmm, I see that you're ready again," Claire murmured. "You're quite a guy, Steve. I don't know if I should let you go."
Steve apologized. He explained that he had borrowed his dad's car, and that he had to get it back home soon if he wanted to borrow it again.
Claire told him to give her a call anytime. He promised he would.
They kissed some more. Steve reluctantly pulled himself away. His sneakers padded on the front walk as he went down it to his car, which was parked at the curb.
He started up the engine. Claire leaned against the doorframe, watching him.
He honked the horn as he drove away. His car's red tail lights disappeared as he rounded the corner. Claire closed the door and locked it.
She paused by the living room, which was dark since the lights were turned off.
"Okay, Kim," she said. "You can stop hiding now and come out."
Claire spread her long legs, resting her feet shoulder-width apart. She rested her hands on her hips, and impatiently tapped her bare foot.
"Come on out, Kim. I know that you're in there."
After a moment, Kim got up from behind the sofa. She was shame-faced, sheepish, and blushing. "How'd you know I was in here?"
"You shouldn't have giggled so loud, Kim. That was the giveaway. Come here."
Kim studied Claire's face. "You're not mad, are you, Claire?""
"No, I'm not, although I should be. It isn't very nice to spy on people, Kim. Come on, come here into the light. I'm not mad. Come on, Kimmie."
Kim emerged from the shadows, into the light. She walked slowly, reluctantly. She hung her head and looked down at her feet.
Claire put her hands on Kim's thin shoulders. She stood almost a head taller than the younger girl. She smiled knowingly.
"That was very naughty of you, Kim. I've got half a mind to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking on your bare ass!"
Kim swallowed hard. "You-you wouldn't do that, would you, Claire?!"
"I should-you deserve it. And I could, if I wanted to. But I really can't be angry at you, Kim. It's only natural for a girl your age to be curious about what boys and girls do together. And you are curious, aren't you, Kim?"
Kim solemnly nodded her head up and down, signaling yes.
Claire smiled. "Of course you are. You're growing up fast, Kim. It seems like only yesterday that you were a skinny little tomboy with braces on your teeth. And now you're on the verge of becoming a woman."
Claire smiled, showing her white, even teeth. "One of these days, you and I will have to have a little chat, Kimmie. I'll tell you all about the facts of life."
"Oh, I already know all about them." Kim said.
"You only think you do," Claire said. "Anyway, you only know about it from what you've read or what you've heard. But there's lots I could teach you."
Claire looked at the clock in the hall. "It's getting late, Kim. I'd say it's past your bedtime. I promised your folks I wouldn't let you stay up too late."
"I'm not sleepy, Claire! Do I have to go to bed right now?"
"Maybe not. But you really should get ready. I'll tell you what, Kim. You get into your nightie. You can watch the television in my room until you get tired. That way, when you want to go to sleep, your room will only be down the hall, so you can hop into bed. Now, go upstairs and get washed and changed."
Claire hurried Kim on her way with a pat on her bottom.
Kim blushed as she hurried up the stairs. Her small, firm breasts jiggled under her pink sweatshirt, and her rounded buttocks rolled beneath her jeans.
Claire watched her until the girl reached the top of the stairs and went down the hall. Then Claire went into the den.
Annie was curled up in the recliner chair. Her arms were folded behind her head, lifting and arching her breasts. Her long legs were draped over the chair arms.
Claire said, "How are you doing, Annie?"
"Real good, Claire-but not as good as you, I bet."
Claire licked her smiling lips. "You'd win that bet hands down, honey."
"Steve's cute! Is he your steady boyfriend?"
Claire laughed. "No, of course not. I only met him a week ago."
"You two were mighty friendly for only knowing each other for a week."
"I don't believe in wasting precious time, Annie. And I don't have a steady boyfriend. That would cramp my style too much."
Annie said admiringly, "You're a wild one, that's for sure!"
"You'll never know how wild," Claire said. "Or maybe you will, if you're lucky!"
Claire and Annie locked eyes. After a silent, intense moment, Annie blushed and looked away. Claire had the good grace not to laugh.
She said, "I'm going upstairs now. I'm going to let your sister stay in my room and watch TV until she gets tired. Your room's all ready for you, so whenever you want to come up, go right ahead."
"Okay, Claire. I'm not ready to go up yet.
I'll stay down here for a while."
"Suit yourself. You're a big girl. You know where I'll be if you need me."
Claire said good night. She went upstairs, leaving Annie alone in the den.
Annie was excited. A friend of hers at school had laid some joints of some really good grass on her. Annie couldn't wait to smoke them.
She would go out on the porch, so the reefer smoke wouldn't fill the room with its tell-tale aroma. She opened her pocketbook and rummaged through it.
She took everything out of the pocketbook, emptying it. She couldn't find the reefers. She searched the lining, to see if they had fallen in there.
Suddenly, she remembered that she had left the joints in her other bag, the one she had taken to school today. That bag was in her bedroom at home.
"Oh, fuck!" she swore softly.
There was a sour, disgusted expression on her face. She had been looking forward all night to getting high, and now she couldn't.
Well, she could go over to her house and get the grass. After all, it was only next door. She wondered if her daddy and his wife were home yet.
Big Jim Barton was her dad. Annie and Kim's natural mother, Jim's former wife, had cracked up a year ago.
She had gotten sucked into one of those fanatical religious cults. Jim Barton stood it as long as he could, but he was a hard-headed, down-to-earth guy, and he had little stomach for the kooky religious cult which his wife had joined.
The cult required that she become a vegetarian and abstain from sex, to purify her immortal soul. Jim Barton stood it as long as he could before he got a divorce.
The court awarded him custody of the kids. Annie's mother couldn't have cared less. She was God-crazed and fanatically devoted to the cult.
The last that Annie had heard of her mother, the poor woman was making candles at one of the cult's centers in Akron, Ohio.
Annie didn't miss her at all. Her mother had always been a narrow-minded, intolerant woman who constantly nagged her and Kim, and their dad, too.
But Annie wasn't particularly pleased with her dad's new wife.
Jim Barton had met Caroline a few months ago. He was in his early forties, and Caroline was at least ten years younger than him.
It wasn't hard to see why Jim Barton had fallen for Caroline. She was a seductive sex-bomb, sleek and expensive, sophisticated and knowing.
Annie resented Caroline, seeing her as an intruder who had butted into the cozy family unit of Kim, Annie, and their daddy.
Kim got along better with Caroline than Annie did. Kim even called Caroline, "Mom", which Annie would never do. Annie called her Caroline.
Annie didn't care for the changes which Caroline had brought into the household.
After his divorce, Jim Barton lavished lots of love and affection on the kids.
He spent as much time as he could with them. Their weekends were fun-filled outings on which he would take them to movies, amusement parks, and on trips.
Jim Barton's bedroom door was never locked, and Annie or Kim could go in any time and visit with him. Lots of time he would come into Annie's room to tuck her into bed, and wind up spending an hour just talking with her.
But Jim had less time for the girls after he married Caroline. And his bedroom door was locked. He and Caroline spent a lot of time in there.
Sometimes, late at night, Annie could hear them making love.
Recently, in the last few months, Jim and Caroline had spent a lot of time with Warren and Gloria Lifton, their next-door neighbors.
The situations of the two couples were similar. Gloria was a good seven or eight years younger than her husband, who was around Jim's age.
Warren and Jim had always been good buddies. Gloria was very friendly with Jim, but quite frankly couldn't abide his first wife, whom she thought was a narrow-minded, fanatical, humorless prude.
Gloria immediately warmed to Caroline, who was smart and chic. The two of them instantly became fast friends.
The two couples spent most of their spare time together. They went to Broadway shows, dining and dancing. They even went on weekend trips together.
Annie knew why her dad wanted her and Kim out of the house tonight. Sometimes, when the two couples returned from a night on the town, they would drink and talk and joke until the wee hours.
Annie crossed the living room and pulled back a corner of the curtain and looked across the yard at her house.
Lights were burning inside it, just as Jim Barton had left them, to give the house a lived-in appearance and scare off burglars.
Her dad's car wasn't in the driveway. The foursome had taken Jim's car to the city. Annie reached a decision.
She went back into the den, sat down, and pulled her white sneakers on her bare feet. She pulled on her thin blue jacket.
She wondered if she should tell Claire that she was going next door.
Annie decided against it. Claire was as free and easygoing as could be about sex, but Annie didn't know if she felt that way about getting high.
There was an element of greed attached. Annie didn't want to have to share her reefers with Claire. And then there was Kim to think of.
Kim was a good kid, but she had a big mouth. If Kim knew that Annie had gone over to the house, she would be filled with curiosity, and want to know all.
Annie paused at the foot of the stairs. She could hear the sounds of the TV in Claire's room, and the low voices of Claire and Kim chatting.
Annie went through the kitchen to the back door. She opened it and stepped outside.
The night was cool and clear. She shivered in her thin jacket. It was late, well after one in the morning. She cut through the back yard.
She entered her house through the side door. It felt good to be home, and she wished that she was spending the night here, instead of next door.
She climbed up the stairs and went down the hall to her bedroom.
Just as she had thought, the joints were in her other pocketbook. She stuck them in her jeans pocket, along with a pack of matches.
She went back downstairs. Headlights from an auto shone through the windows, and gravel crunched under the tires of her dad's car as it entered the driveway.
"Oh, shit," she swore softly. She didn't feel like facing the four adults now, and explaining what she was doing in the house.
The headlights were turned off, and the engine was shut down. Car doors opened as the riders got out of the vehicle. Their laughter rang in the night air.
Red spots of color rose in Annie's cheeks as she burned with resentment.
She didn't understand why she and Kim couldn't have stayed here, at the house.
She guessed that her dad didn't want his daughters to see him and his new wife drunk-as if Annie could have given a good damn about that.
It was probably Caroline's idea, to have the girls sent next door for the night.
Annie paused in the kitchen. Its lights were off, and it was dark in there.
She would wait for the foursome to enter the house through the front door. Then she would make her exit through the back door.
The noise of their entrance would cover her exit, and she wouldn't have to confront them or explain her presence here.
She pulled the curtain back a crack. The kitchen window looked out on the front of the house. She saw the two couples lurch up to the front door.
They were drunk for sure, Annie thought. Disgusting.
Then she saw something which made her freeze in her tracks.
Her dad was climbing the front steps, his arm looped around the waist of the woman who leaned against him for support.
But it wasn't Caroline-it was Gloria Lifton!
Annie was shocked. There was a loud click as her jaw dropped in astonishment.
The fact that Warren Lifton was holding Caroline was a second, lesser shock. Annie couldn't believe her eyes. She was frozen to the spot.
There was a scraping sound as Jim Barton put his key in the front door and unlocked and opened it. The foursome entered the living room.
Annie came to herself. She whipped her head around and stared at the back door. But it was too late. She had missed her chance to get out.
Loud talk and female laughter rang in the living room.
Annie looked around frantically. Her heart hammered wildly against her chest.
The pantry door caught her eye. The pantry was large, like a closet.
She scurried across the floor on tiptoes, opened the pantry door, and ducked into it. There was a large space at the bottom of the pantry, below the lowest shelf.
She pulled the door shut just as somebody entered the kitchen and turned on the light. Strong light shone through the space at the bottom of the door.
Annie felt like she was going to be sick. The tension was incredible. She closed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly against her pussy.
That seemed to help relieve the tension somewhat, but not enough.
"You stay right there-I'll get the wine!"
Annie recognized Caroline's voice. High heels clicked across the kitchen floor as Caroline entered the room. Annie's heart beat even faster.
She was afraid that the wine was in the pantry.
Luckily, Caroline must have left the bottle out, since it was on the sink. Caroline opened a drawer and rummaged through it to find a corkscrew.
There was a keyhole in the pantry door. Annie took the risk of pressing her eye against it and looking out in the kitchen.
She could see Caroline standing by the counter near the sink. The angle of vision that the keyhole afforded her permitted her to see her step-mother only from the waist down. Annie recognized the smart, expensive dress which Caroline had worn tonight.
She could see Caroline's rounded buttocks pressing against the fabric of the dress, Caroline's long strong legs, Caroline's feet in their high heeled shoes.
"Hi there, pretty lady. Need any help?"
A newcomer entered the kitchen. It was Warren Lifton-Annie knew his voice, Just like with Caroline, Annie could only see Warren from the waist down. He wore gray slacks and shiny black shoes.
He stood next to Caroline at the sink. He repeated his offer of assistance.
Caroline asked, "What kind of help did you have in mind, Warren?"
"What kind do you need, Caroline?"
"Not what you're thinking," she laughed, "at least-not yet. If you want to give me a hand, you could unscrew the cork from the wine bottle."
There was a loud popping sound as the cork came free from the bottle neck.
"Bravo!" Caroline said. "You did that very well indeed, sir!"
"How about a reward?"
Warren came up in back of Caroline. His big hands rested on her hips, gripping them. Warren moved closer and rubbed his groin against Caroline's ass.
Annie was so startled that she almost gasped out loud.
"Ummmm," Caroline murmured. She swayed her hips from side to side, rubbing her bottom against Warren's cock and balls.
She took a step away from him. For a minute, Warren stood in profile, and Annie could see the impressive bulge which his stiff member made in his pants.
Despite her amazement at these scandalous goings-on, Annie had to admit to herself that Warren was quite well endowed between his legs.
Caroline's hemline came down to her knees. Warren gripped the hem and pulled it up to her waist, bunching it up. Her back was still turned to him.
A pair of flesh colored pantyhose covered Caroline's lower body from the waist down. Beneath them, she wore panties.
Caroline's waist was narrow. It flared outward at her full, alluring hips.
She had a perfect heart-shaped ass, a pair of rounded globes, ripe and curving, without an ounce of fat on them.
Her legs were long and strong, with muscular thighs and shapely calves. The high heeled shoes she wore accented the contours of her legs.
Annie couldn't help feeling twinges of jealousy. She, Annie, was a nubile teen. But Caroline was a full-grown, voluptuous woman.
Sure, she could see why her dad had fallen so hard for Caroline. He was a healthy, red-blooded guy, and Caroline was built like a centerfold pinup girl.
She could also see why Warren Lifton was attracted to her, too.
It was shocking that Caroline would permit somebody who wasn't her husband to treat her body with such familiarity.
For all her fancy airs and high-toned attitudes, Caroline was nothing but a slut.
Another, even more disturbing thought struck Annie. If Caroline was behaving like this with Warren, then what was her dad doing with Gloria, Warren's wife?
Warren slipped his fingers between the elastic waistband of the pantyhose and Caroline's bare flesh. Caroline sighed and wiggled her hips.
Warren peeled the pantyhose down off her bottom, lowering it past the soft curves of her ass cheeks. Caroline spread her feet wider apart.
The lowered pantyhose formed a flesh colored roll across the smooth tops of Caroline's thighs. Caroline's flesh was like ivory.
A pair of white silk bikini panties were stretched tight across Caroline's hips. The skimpy panties barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
Warren pulled her panties down, too. Annie could see the tufted hairs of Caroline's pussy below the rounded globes of her ass.
"Beautiful, just beautiful!" Warren murmured.
He got down on his knees. Now Annie could see him clearly.
Warren Lifton was in his early forties. Like Jim Barton, Warren was physically fit. But Jim was built like a heavyweight boxer, while Warren had the lean build of a marathon runner. His muscles were wiry.
He had a lean torso, narrow hips, strong legs. He wore a three-piece gray suit, a white shirt, and a blue and white necktie.
His face was long and bony. His light brown hair, thinning slightly on top, was combed straight back. His high forehead denoted intelligence.
He knelt behind Caroline, with his head on a level with her bottom.
He gripped her hips in both hands, and rubbed his face against her buttocks.
The soft globes of flesh rippled and jiggled as he buried his face in them. Warren closed his eyes. He looked entranced by pleasure.
He planted hot, wet kisses on Caroline's bottom. He stuck out his tongue and laid it on her bottom and licked broad wet lines across it.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Caroline sighed, "that feels nice."
Annie was more shocked than ever. She had gone to bed with many boys, and older guys from the college, too, and none of them had ever kissed and licked her bottom. A hot flash of jealousy pierced her.
There had only been a couple of guys who had ever gone down on her pussy with their mouths, and they made like they were doing her the biggest favor ever.
And here was Caroline, her step-mother, a married woman, married to her dad, and she was having her bottom licked and kissed by the man next door!
What's she got that I haven't got? Annie angrily asked herself.
"Hey, you two., what's going on in there?!"
That was Jim Barton's voice, coming from the living room. But he wasn't mad, he was laughing and joking. Gloria laughed along with him.
"Save that stuff for later!" Jim called. "Bring us that wine!"
"Yes, my lord and master!" Caroline called back to him.
Warren lifted his face from her bottom. It was red and grinning. Saliva was smeared on it. Saliva glistened on Caroline's bottom.
"We'll resume this later," Caroline promised She pulled up her panties and pantyhose, and let her dress fall back down, covering her to her knees.
She and Warren got four wine glasses from the cupboard. They took the glasses and the wine bottle into the living room.
Annie steamed silently in the darkness of the pantry.
So this was what her dad and the others did when they thought they were alone!
Well, Annie had found out their little secret. And she would find out a lot more, too, as soon as things quieted down in the living room.
Time passed slowly in the pantry. She could hear muffled laughter and talking, but she couldn't make out what was being said.
Finally, her burning curiosity got the better of her. She silently got out of the pantry and crawled across the floor so she could see just what the foursome were doing in the living room.
She didn't think about being caught or about her little sister Kim and Claire. She had forgotten all about the joints in her pocket.
Only the bizarre behavior of her beloved Daddy and his slut wife was on her troubled mind.