Chapter 2
"Jesus!" Jill said, jumping a foot into the air and pulling the huge green loaf out, "Why the hell did you sneak up on me like that?"
"How do you figure it's sneaking when I live here?" Ginger turned calmly toward the kitchen cabinet and opened the door. She reached up and got a drinking glass. "I am your sister, remember?"
"You've got a real smart little mouth on you, too," Jill said, assuming the character of the older, wiser sister in order to make Ginger feel a little small. That way, she might not take a notion to telling on her. Mom and Dad wouldn't appreciate hearing about their oldest daughter's jerking off with a legume anyway.
"Got most of what I know from my older sister," she said, in between gulps of cold water.
"All right," Jill said, standing up and turning around to hide her luscious blonde cunt as she zipped her pants up. "So I got a little excited. It happens to the best of us. I might add I've heard you moaning late at night alone in your room. The walls in this house aren't that thick!"
"Probably I was watching an old movie. God, that John Barrymore gives me chills up my spine."
"Might know you'd fall for somebody who's been dead for thirty years," she was starting to feel like a straight man for a baggy pants comic.
"Better than falling for a cucumber," she said, walking to the table and picking up the now limp vegetable lying there sodden and wasted. "They could lock you up for this, you know."
Jill stared hard at the little girl. Where had she gotten that mouth of hers? Her folks were such decent people. The thought suddenly struck her, that Ginger might have been taking after her.
Ginger walked to the refrigerator and pulled the handle.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jill said, turning around and regarding her sister with a disapproving eye.
"Gonna help myself to dinner," she said pawing through the fruit drawer, "I'm not eating any old limp salad that's been in your cunt, that's for sure."
Where did she hear that? Jill was absolutely shocked to hear her sister talking like that. Surely she hadn't said such foul things as a child of thirteen. Or had she?
"Ginger," she said approaching the girl warily, "has Mom ever talked to you about . ... about sex?"
"No, Mom usually wants to talk about my math scores. Sometimes though, it's about your math scores."
"Let's leave school out of this for just a minute," she threw her legs up on the table and looked at the clock. Her parents had at least an hour's drive from Rayburn City.
"I mean, haven't you wondered about the usual things, where babies come from and why little boys don't think about chasing little girls until they turn a certain age, then it's about face and off to the races?"
"Are you trying to tell me about the birds and the bees, Sister of Mine?" Ginger sat down and began chewing loudly on a carrot. She looked so little and defenseless sitting there in her scout uniform. Ha!
"You should know, don't you think?"
"What do I gotta know that I don't know already?"
"Well, I don't know what you know, so how do I know?" The little brat was tying her tongue in knots.
"I'm thirteen and a half years old, Jill," Ginger said nibbling the vegetable and making very loud noises with her teeth, "and I might add I've lived a rather full life for my age." She crossed her feet on the table and sat there like a multi-corporate executive about to lay off the eastern division.
"Tell me about it," Jill said, laughing through her teeth at the preposterous nonsense the girl was putting out.
"Where should I start?" she looked off into space as though she were reviewing the whole length and depth of her rich life, all thirteen and a half years of it.
"When's the first time you were aware of the difference, between boys and girls?" Jill thought that might shut her up a minute.
"You mean between men and women?" again that long wistful, philosophical gaze. Jill had to squelch a desire to hit her in the mouth.
"The first time," she said, growing eager for details from the younger girl, "what do you remember?"
"Well, the first time I just watched. That was interesting though. Mom and Dad were . ... "
"You saw Mom and Dad fucking?" Jill said, feeling her mouth drop open and unable to get it closed quick enough.
"Why, Jilly," Ginger said, shaking her head and crunching down on hard on the carrot, "I'm surprised at you. They were making love. Everybody knows your own mom and dad don't fuck."
"You little ass hole," Jill said getting up and going to the ice box. "I'd like to drop an ice cube right down your uniform."
"Don't get hostile, Sis," she said, leaning back and taking her time in retelling the tale. She knew her sister was waiting with baited breath to hear it.
"What happened? When was it? And how come, you were there?" Jill asked, slamming the ice cube tray down on the counter.
"Take it easy," Ginger said, "I'll get to that."
Jill brought a glass down out of the same cupboard and cracked the ice out of the tray.
Okay if her sister went first. That was fine. Any story she had Jill knew she could top. After all she was one of the premiere pussy whips of East Central High School. And this was her senior year. She hadn't been a cheerleader for two semesters for nothing.
"Mom was giving me a bath," she said slowly, tasting her words in her mouth as she went on, "so I must have been pretty young. Probably six or seven. Maybe younger."
"I don't need to hear your exact age, Ginger, I just want to know what happened."
"Dad knocked on the door. I remember it was him because he asked if he could come in. Mom told him he couldn't on account of she was in there with me. That's how come he didn't come in. But I knew it was him."
"Come on, come on," Jill said fighting an urge to reach over and snatch the little girl bald.
"She got me out and helped me dry off. It must have been sometime in the afternoon and it was definitely a Saturday, cause you and Murray were both at choir practice. She took me in for my nap. I think that was the last year I took naps and already they were starting to be a drag. I never could make it through a whole one after I was four. I did it just to make them happy."
"Ginger, will you get to the good part," the older girl said, growing increasingly more annoyed by the moment. Maybe her sister didn't really see anything or know anything at all. She might have been stalling.
"I hadn't been lying there for more than five minutes. Maybe I was looking at a comic book, when I heard noises, not like the ones you and Murray used to make when you were fighting, but soft, bouncy, springy noises, like when you and me used to have pillow fights on the old bunk beds, remember? Gosh I loved those pillow fights."
Jill washed the last drop of water down and wiped her mouth. One more gap in good taste and she would definitely grind her ice cubes right in her sister's face. No if's and's or but's.
"I tiptoed out of bed and walked to the door of my bedroom. It was open just a little bit so I peeked out. I could see down the hall toward their bedroom. The door was closed, so I went straight down there and got down to look through the key hole. Thank God my eyeballs were small enough to get a good view of the action, because let me tell you it was hot and heavy."
"How hot?" Jill interrupted, feeling herself growing a little steamy under the silks as her sister talked on.
"Well, for starters, Dad was standing on the bed. Something he never let any of us kids do.
He was stark naked and I could see the hair all over his chest. He was bracing himself against the wall behind the head board of the bed. And it was a good thing, too. He could all the support he could get."
"Why?" Jill asked, feeling she was being reeled in by this little punk.
"Because he was plugging Mommy's cunt hole as hard as he could. That's why. She was bent like a pretzel over the bookcase in the head board. She had her legs spread wide apart and I couldn't see up in there at all. Not from where I was. But I could sure see Daddy's cock. It wasn't furry, like his chest. It was bald. Long and very big around. like that cucumber. Only skin colored."
She pointed to the soggy veggie shriveling up on the corner of the table. Ginger tossed the wretched thing in the garbage can and closed the lid.
"The sounds I could hear, above the bed springs, which were giving off quite a racket, were the loudest you could imagine. It sounded like slurping and splattering and popping all at the same time. Something in Mommy's cunt must have been very wet."
Jill covered a little laugh that bounced out of her mouth. She didn't want to tell the girl all the things the poor innocent thing hadn't learned yet, but boy was she naive.
"I didn't know what that was then, but later, when the door came unlatched, I got a better look."
"You got in?" Jill sounded incredulous. She cleared her throat and tried to look sober and unimpressed.
"Only by accident I think. I don't suppose they left that door partially locked on purpose. Probably in such a big hurry to get it on they forgot to lock it tight. But my hand found just the right combination and it slipped right open. I was through in an instant. The best place to watch from was the closet. I made a bee line. Then I could see whatever it was in Mommy's cunt that was making it so wet."
"Oh," said Jill, trying not to laugh too loud at the girl's hopeless stupidity, "what was it?"
"Love juice," she smiled and looked over to where Jill was intently leaning on her elbows and hanging on every word, "same thing you were squishing around in your cunt with that cucumber."
"Little fuck," Jill shot back, sitting back in her chair and regarding her with open hostility.
"Don't feel bad, Sis," she continued sounding like a school marm, a tender hearted one at that, "I've felt it, too. That very afternoon in fact. I didn't know what it was, but as I watched that insanely long hard stick poke in and out of that tight little rabbit hole, I got an itching and a pulling and a biting and a chugging in my pussy that wouldn't quit for anything. I can tell you I felt hot as Hades all over my whole body. But it was especially uncomfortable between my cunt lips. I started to stroke them to put the fire out, but as you know, that only makes it worse."
"What would I know about it?" Jill said, faking shock.
"Come on, Jill," Ginger said, lowering her eyelids and staring straight at her older sister, "cut the crap. You've jerked off with everything in this house that isn't nailed down."
"What the hell do you know about it?" Jill could hear her voice rising to the second floor roof.
"I've watched you."
Jill bit down hard on her lower lip and wondered just how much this little girl actually did know. Did she know that Murray and she had been having an affair for three years? They had been very careful. But still. Maybe she would tell her. But she'd have to be very careful about asking.
"But I think we're getting off the subject." Ginger continued. "I could see the hole between Mommy's legs now, even though it was from the back. It was round, very dark pink, wet and surrounded with curly black hair. The hair was also wet. Wet and shiny. That old cock just kept banging up there like a pneumatic drill. I could see Daddy thrusting his hips up so hard his ass cheeks banged together. He had a hold of his hips a few times. Almost like he was using his hands to help him get that little extra push off. God, it was something to see."
Jill was starting to imagine that it was indeed. She was trying to ignore the throbbing of her own clit as it protruded out her cunt lips and flicked against her denim shorts crotch seam. It was starting to hurt for real.
"They went on for what seemed like an hour or two. I can tell you, Sis, I was starting to get excited. I was wearing one of those long nightgown things. The kind we both used to have when we were kids. Flannel with flowers on it. Thank God it wasn't those goofy long john things with a trap door in the ass. Anyway, I reached up under it and found the source of the flames. My cunt was screaming to be put out. I mean it. I worked one finger up inside of myself and felt the wetness gush out. I smelled my fingers and got, how do you say, about twice as turned on, then I heard something on the bed, so I stopped and watched."
"And," Jill asked, feeling frustrated as hell by the long pause the girl made. She scratched her big toe and waited.
"Something really weird was going on. like Mommy was asking Daddy to stop a minute. Daddy was trying to slow down. Their conversation was so funny. I mean it was funny cause I never heard them talking like that before."
"What were they saying?" Jill said, turning her head to the side so as not to miss anything.
"I want to suck you, Frank," Mommy said, "I want your cock in my mouth."
"God, Paula," Daddy said, breathing very hard and wiping a little sweat off his brow, "that would feel really fine, only I'm not sure I can stop and pull myself out without coming."
"I'll help you," Mommy said, reaching down with her hands and putting them right through her open legs started easing Daddy's rock hard penis out her cunt. She moved it slowly back and forth to keep it hard, but careful so as not to let it go off. Then she popped the thing right out her wet red tunnel and turned around faster than a jack rabbit."
"Then what?" Jill asked, growing impatient with Ginger's pregnant pauses.
"I can't help it if I lost my train of thought," she snapped back at her sister, "I get hot sometimes, too, you know."
"It's okay," Jill said, reaching her hand out to stroke her sister's arm. "You can get horny around me you know."
"No, I can't," Ginger said, pulling away, "Knowing you, you might rape me. I wouldn't put it past you."
"What the hell kind of a thing is that to say to your own sister?" she shot back, glaring hot pokers at her sister's eye "Come on, Jill," Ginger said, turning sideways in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest, "everybody in the neighborhood knows how you like to flash your cunt around."
"God," Jill said through clenched teeth, raising her head to the ceiling, "my own sister talks like this to me."
"You want to hear the rest of the story or not?" Ginger began thumping her foot impatiently on the linoleum floor.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," Jill said, "but afterwards, we're going to clean up a few rumors you've been hearing about me."
"Okay, but later." Ginger settled back onto the chair and began again. "Now as you know by now, because I told you, Daddy's cock is rather, shall we say, large? By now it was large and wet and shining, wringing wet as a matter-of-fact. Didn't seem to phase Mom a bit. She held that thing in between her fingers and slid it into her mouth like a popsicle on an August afternoon." Ginger shook her head like an old timer who had seen one too many bad years, "I tell you Jilly, I got so excited seeing her swallow him, I almost popped my cork right then and there. And I didn't even know what it meant to pop my cork!"
Jill felt her eyes growing wider in spite of her efforts to control them. What the hell this kid was going to talk about next., she couldn't even guess.
"Daddy was really rolling his log down on her hard, too. He just let her take it as far as she could down her mouth, then she'd sort of pull on his big, round furry balls, and I guess that must have been some kind of signal, because then Daddy would pull up and out to give a moment to breathe. She didn't seem to need too long, though. She'd heave a second or two, then she'd come right back up on his cock and start eating it again. And now I watched Daddy play with her tits. He rolled them around in his fingers like her nipples were marbles and he was champion shooter of the neighborhood."
Jill couldn't help thinking of the cucumber in the wastebasket. What the hell, it was probably too soggy by now to be any good whatsoever.
"She kept bouncing and eating him. Every once in a while, she'd take her fingers away from his balls and start fingering her own cunt . ... uh," Ginger paused and looked over at her sister, "the way you're doing now."
Jill pulled her fingers out of her denim shorts like a rabbit out of a hat. She held them up so that her sister could see they were no where near the place she was accusing her of having them.
"It's okay, Sis," Ginger said, sounding terribly jaded and old hat, "I got pretty hot myself that afternoon. My fingers were water logged by the time that action slowed down to a fizzle."
"So what happened then," Jill asked, sliding her chair way under the table so Ginger couldn't possibly see just how far up her cunt her fingers were going to get in a few seconds.
"It wasn't easy, but Daddy let his hands slide down along Mommy's body and land on her throbbing wet mound. He pulled a few of the strands of hair out and they proved to be very wet. I could tell by the way the light caught them. He sort of unfolded all the lips of her cunt and went in with his fingers at first."
"At first," Jill heard her repeat the words like an idiot learning to make sounds.
"Then he brought them out and made a fist."
"Oh, God," Jill said, biting down hard on her own free hand. She too was making a fist. To keep a grip on herself.
"He plunged that big fat wad of flesh up there so hard I thought he would knock her off the bed. But she kept sucking his dick and moaning very loud, as if she actually wanted more. Can you believe it?"
Right now Jill was having no trouble believing it. She just wished she had a little of it herself. She thrust her anxious little fingers up inside her as poor compensation for something bigger and more macho. They would just have to do for now. She worked them in and out her very wet hole hoping the noise wouldn't sound too loud in the kitchen.
"And all the time those slurping, sucking, sounds, and the big, deep moans coming from way down in Mommy's throat. Daddy was keeping up with her there, though. He must have loved getting that dick sucked, because he looked like he was in heaven or something. And by this time, I am getting very hot. I mean hotter than it is outside today. Hotter than the furnace in January. Christ, isn't it getting hot in here?"
Jill stared at her sister's flushed face and wondered why she hadn't realized it before. Telling the story was getting her very aroused. Of course, hearing it was making her hotter than a pistol.
"Well, I had to get off and my fingers just weren't up to the task, and don't ask me how I knew what to do, but I just looked around the room and got the idea, I guess. Mommy's deodorant bottle was sitting up there on her dresser. You know the kind with the round cap. The thing is shaped like a dome with a shaft under it, really. I didn't wait to think about it. I just inched my way over there like a little mouse and grabbed it off. I spread my legs apart and let that thing get good and greasy just by wiping it around the outer and inner lips of my wet little cunt."
Wet little cunt, Jill thought, finding her own absolutely running rivulets down her hands.
"I stuck the thing right up inside and heard it, actually heard it hit my cherry. It scared me. But I couldn't stop. It didn't really hurt, or maybe I was just too hot to notice, but I kept plunging it in. I looked down a second, though don't ask me how I could tear myself away from the action on the bed and I saw a little trickle of blood flowing over the deodorant bottle and that sort of surprised me. I didn't remember cutting myself. You would have thought that might stop me, but oh, no. I kept it up. I wasn't giving up on my action any more than those two were giving up on theirs."
"Oh, God," Jill said, feeling her fingers strike a new chord inside her humming little honey hole. "I think I'm gonna explode. '
Ginger just kept it up and kept one eye on her sister the whole time. "I saw Mommy tense up real tight. I could tell cause the cheek muscles of her ass constricted in so far I thought they were going to touch. Then she began bouncing hard up and down on Daddy's fist and the whole bed, I mean, the whole room began to shake. I thought we were all sitting on top of a volcano. Then Daddy started giving out with huge heaves and groans, like the top of his head was going to blow off or something. I actually saw Mommy's knees leave the bed. I wasn't sure she was going to come back down or not."
Jill grabbed a hold of the edge of the table with her free hand and steadied herself a moment. She plunged her fingers as high up her tight wet pussy pool as far as they would go. The friction was turning her into a fury of hot spasms. She tried to keep a hold of the table, but lost, her grip. Her knees began banging it from the bottom as she spun into a string of non-stop orgasms. The table was knocking around as though possessed of some strange spirit.
"Daddy plunged his ramrod so far down her throat I thought she would swallow his balls like two giant oysters." Ginger went on and took very little notice of her sister's writhing and contorted body movements. "He kept shouting to her something, don't ask me what. And she kept moaning, unable to speak with that tremendous schlong stuck down her throat. Can't blame her. God it was something to see. Suddenly Daddy whipped his cock right out of her mouth and pulled it back. Then, the most amazing thing happened. I saw a huge load of white gooey stuff spurt right out the end of it. He aimed the insanely hard sausage right at her face and plastered her all over the puss with it. And she seemed to love it. She licked and slurped it up like a hungry kitten. That's when it happened.
"What," Jill said, feeling her own respirations slowly returning to normal.
"I pumped that fat long bottle so hard in and out of me, that I gave myself a grand old come fest, that's what I did. It felt like a fire hydrant up there, I mean my first time and everything. And I couldn't stop humping myself with it. It was as if it had a life of its own. I rammed it in and out so insanely hard. I was acting like a maniac."
Jill was calmer now and could hear her sister's voice rising with agitation. Surely that wasn't all just coming from the telling of the tale. She had to have been diddling herself the whole time. Then, she thought of a way to tell for sure. She inched herself back very slowly in her chair and kept one eye peeled on Ginger.
"Course," she said amidst heavy breathing and gyrating around in her seat, "I've grown up since then. Now I could hear Mom and Dad throwing themselves down on the bed totally out of energy, really wasted, if you know what I mean."
There was a long pause while Ginger caught her breath and rolled her baby blue eyes around in her head. She was positively gasping for oxygen. Jill quickly bent over as far as she could right at the spot where Ginger was sitting.
"Wooooooooooooowwwwww!" the younger girl let out as the table lifted up off its legs and she let her head go back to release the holler inside her. She hadn't even noticed her sister watching her under the table.
A moment later, she could begin to think about catching her breath and she looked over at her sister. Jill just sat there like the cat that swallowed the canary.
"So that's where it went," Jill said, reaching right under the table and grabbing the thing out of Ginger's plump little fingers.
"Sorry," Ginger came back sheepishly, "I couldn't help it, I just got so excited. That story always gets me hot."
"I wonder what the fuck happened to that other cucumber," Jill said, heaving the sick green and wasted lump of legume down on the table.
After a moment she shook her head and tossed it into the garbage.
"Mom and Dad will be home in about ten minutes." Jill got slowly up from her chair and walked to the refrigerator. Then she grinned over her shoulder at Ginger who was pulling the skirt of her scout uniform down over her thighs and squirming back up in her seat to look as though she had just finished having tea with Lady Astor. "Think they'll mind if we skip the salad for tonight?"