Chapter 4
"Aw, Mom!" Jill stomped her foot hard down on the glossy wooden floor boards of the front hall way of the Amos house.
"Don't start, Jill," her mother's voice came back at her calmly, "your father's still sleeping."
"Why can't you just get a babysitter like the Cuthberts and the Shanklins and half the other families do on this block?"
"If you don't lower your voice, I'll open the front door and shove you right out onto the lawn." Paula Amos could see her daughter had a temper just like she did.
"Rhonda DeVries has two brothers and she never has to babysit them," she said, working against the stern will of her mother sure was tiring.
"It's only for the weekend, Jill," her mother said, trying to reason with the high-strung emotionally-charged girl.
"Crying out loud," Jill said, kicking the woodwork with the toe of her tennis shoe.
"You'll have the whole rest of the summer if you like, this is still June. Stop making marks on the woodwork." She could feel herself fast losing patience with the girl. She was getting to be too much to handle.
It had been like this ever since the girl entered her senior year in high school. She thought she was the hottest piece of action around. Paula Amos had worried so much about her. Her grades weren't good either. And she was always wearing those tight little sweaters around town. It just didn't look right. Thank God the Amoses had managed to provide her with a healthy home environment.
"Where are you going again?" she said, wishing to hell that bratty little sister of hers had never been born.
"All the way to Port Lakefield. And this is your father's only cousin, so he would like to go to the wedding. I don't know what the devil I'm going to get them as a gift."
"How about Ginger?" Jill snapped back, pouting as hard as she could.
"That's about enough, Jill," she said, feeling the blood rush to her forehead. She didn't like anyone even bringing up the name of her darling youngest daughter without genuflecting. She was her pride and joy. Such a little angel. And so bright. Except in math, of course, but then she hadn't been much into numbers herself as a young girl.
"Really, Mom," Jill tried, knowing her mother favored the little brat. Still, she had to try. "How would you like to have a little tagalong follow you everywhere you went? The kid's bad news I tell you."
Jill felt a sharp swipe across her face. She heard the whacking sound only later. She rubbed her face a moment and stood stock still.
"Don't you ever speak like that to me about Ginger again," she said, very near tears. "Here you have the sweetest little kid on the whole block and your sister and you don't even appreciate her. That little girl has won every scouting badge in the book and she's been active for six months!"
Jill gritted her teeth together and reminded herself that she had been active a lot longer than that. If only her mother knew what a sneaky 'little voyeur and part time dirty old man their adorable, darling child was, they might not be so permanently wiped off the map by her every move.
" We're leaving tonight, so help me with the laundry now," Mrs. Amos was just so tired of fighting with this obstinate girl.
"What about Murray?" she said suddenly.
"He'll help you with the house and things, why?" she asked, wondering who left the fingerprints on the doorknob.
"Seems to me he gets to come and go as he pleases while I have to stay attached to that ... " Jill rubbed her face again, "sister of mine."
"You don't have to stay attached to her," Mrs. Amos was walking into the kitchen now with Jill hot on her heels. "You can go anywhere you want during the day. Just be sure you're home by supper time. I'm leaving lots of stuff in the freezer and I made a special order at Tillson's. Murray's gonna bring it home tonight."
The two of them marched down into the basement to begin the sordid process of getting the Amos clothes clean. Jill hated this. She made a mental note to marry a millionaire so she would never have to look at a box of detergent as long as she lived ever after.
Rustling from overhead. The refrigerator door opening. "Sweetie?" Mrs. Amos called up.
"Morning, Mom," Ginger called out like a debutante on horseback.
"We're down here, Baby," Mrs. Amos cooed up to her precious baby doll.
Ginger descended the stairs like Scarlett O'Hara walking among the wounded Confederate soldiers.
"Can I have that marble cake?" she said in a disgustingly adorable tone of voice.
"Well, just this once, I suppose," their mother said, tossing a sheet into the machine. "It is Friday after all."
Jill had to hold back an impulse to vomit. Her mother would never have heard of such a thing as her taking cake out of the refrigerator for breakfast. Or Murray either for that matter. That brat was getting under her fingernails.
"Can I help, Ma?" Ginger said, twirling her pigtails around and sitting on the edge of the basement steps.
"No, Sweetheart," she smiled at the angelic little figure adorning the wooden steps, "next year is soon enough to start this."
Ginger watched the women sorting clothes and yawned loudly.
"You'll have to finish this, Jill," their mother said, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes and running up the steps. "It's nearly eight and I've got to wake your father. I'm going to ride downtown with him. I sure don't know what to get the cousin and his new Mrs., though."
"How about Jill?" Ginger piped up, licking the cake icing from off her fingers.
"Ha!" Mrs. Amos cried from the top of the stairs, "You're such a silly girl when you want to be."
Jill wondered if she was strong enough to stuff Ginger down the basement drain. Maybe not whole as she was now, but after chopping her up into little pieces . ... Hmmmmmm. The idea deserved some thinking over.
"Mom's going away this weekend," Ginger said, standing up and shaking the crumbs out of her lap. "And you're gonna take care of me. You and Murray."
"You listen to them every night?" Jill said, finding the machine dial and setting it for wash and spin
"I got better things to do than crawl down the hall and stick my ear up their key hole for eight-hours, ya know," she said, leaning on one elbow and watching her sister.
"Like what?" Jill asked, sorting the next batch of ugly, smelly laundry into enormous piles.
"Like exploring my sexuality," Ginger answered sitting up like a puppet on a stage. "After all, you're only young once."
"I don't even believe you know how to say that, let alone do it," Jill returned. She started shoving boxes and bottles around on the laundry shelf searching for the bleach bottle.
"I know how to do it, but I'm just a beginner. I need advice. From someone older and far more experienced than myself." Now she was sounding like a novice monk who just arrived at the monastery. "Someone like you."
'i ain't telling you nothing," her sister said feeling very defensive for some reason. She unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out the colorless liquid into the sudsy whirling water.
"I think you will." Ginger said, looking at her like a police inspector.
"Why?"
"Because I told you a lot of stuff last night. A lot of personal, very private and intimate things. And I want the favor returned. Share and share alike. Huh? What do you say?"
"And if I don't?" Jill slammed the lid of the machine down with a thud.
"You wouldn't want Mom to know about you and Brent Pugh, would you?"
"You little fuck bunny," Jill seethed out at her, actually baring the top row of her teeth.
"How the hell do you know about that?"
"I happen to be very good at climbing trees, Sis," Ginger retorted, feeling like she had the whole deck of cards stacked in her favor.
Brent Pugh was the neighborhood landscaper. He usually showed up sometime in early spring and helped people plant grass, dig flower beds, even re-structure their terraces. He had his own little bulldozer and a few employees to help him with the heavy stuff. He lived alone in a little farmhouse on the edge of town.
Jill was really into beefcake the summer she coaxed him up into the tree house. Evidently the two of them had not been alone.
"How much did you see?" Jill asked, feeling like a whipped dog. This whole one upsmanship stuff was really tiring her out. She wondered if eighteen year olds ever got gray hair.
"Enough," Ginger said, "at least I saw him kiss you."
If that's all she saw, Jill thought to herself, I'm safe. Too soon the feeling of relief swept over her.
"Of course that was after he pumped the spunk out of your bung hole."
Jill felt her ears burn up to her hair line. Where had this kid picked up these filthy words? The only kid who talked like that around school was Richie Garrison.
"Why the hell do you want me to tell you about it if you saw all this in the flesh . ... I say 'if', remember I am not actually confessing to anything. '
Jill could hear the clothes spinning around in the machine like the thoughts splashing in thick knots in her head.
"Because I have to be content to listen," Ginger said, quietly from the box seat of the mezzanine. "I am really too young to have had the rich sort of experience you have."
"And besides," Jill said, glaring back at her, "you like to finger your pussy while you're listening."
"Maybe," Ginger teased back at her.
"Well," Jill said, leaning back against the agitating machine and inching her way down to the cool cement floor of the basement. "I'll tell you-one of my famous escapades, since you insist. But it's not your usual sort of hot action, if you know what I mean."
Ginger had no idea and shook her head slowly.
"It involves me and Miss Schroder. Remember her?"
"The gym teacher at East Central Junior High?"
"One of them. She quit last year. Rumor was she got married to some baseball player."
Ginger wondered what the hell her sister was driving at. "So?"
"Well, I don't think she did." She folded her arms and leaned against the vibrating washer.
"Who cares?" Ginger said, impatient for the sex talk to begin.
"The reason I don't think she got married, at least I'm pretty sure she didn't, well, it's cause she's a lesbian."
"A what?" Ginger couldn't help squinting hard at her sister. "What's that?"
"Girls who have sex with girls, Pea Brain."
"Are you lying to me?" she said, her voice rising to a height of one mile above sea level.
"Evidently you know nothing about gay scenes," Jill said, looking critically at her fingernails and feeling for once that she knew something Ginger didn't.
"No, I don't." the younger girl said, " So I'm waiting for you to tell me, Sis."
The little girl sat back and took a hold of the banister. Her sister sure could spin a good yarn. Girls having sex with girls. What would she think of next? Ginger had to get a tight grip on herself to keep from giggling out loud.
"Well, I guess I've been either a cheerleader or on the pep squad ever since I was your age. Always did have a lot of school spirit. Miss Schroder had all the pom-poms locked up in her storage room behind the girl's gym. And when I was a freshman, I was responsible for getting them to and from the local games. I had other girls to help me from time to time, but they usually turned out to be unreliable. I, on the other hand, am very loyal to the team."
Ginger stifled a little yawn and tried not to let Jill see how she rolled her eyes up to look at the world as if to say, "Get a load of this, folks."
"On the particular day in question," Jill reflected, striking the knowing pose of a master story teller, "I think it was a Tuesday, I was returning about a dozen pom-poms to the gym. We had won the game against Upper River Middle High, Christ, they must have had a lousy team that year, anyway . ... I was hot and sweaty from leading all those cheers and working the kids up to a fevered pitch."
Ginger was growing a little weary of the particulars, but she still couldn't figure the girl-to-girl angle. She would just have to be patient.
"I stuck my head in the gym and there was Miss Schroder. I hope you don't mind if I call her Alice. We have become, er, rather intimate since that day. She was practicing free throws. Here it was, end of March and Miss Schroder, uh, Alice has this gorgeous, glowing tan all over her legs and arms and face. We used to wonder how she got that. Maybe from coaching outside during gym periods. But all the girls in her classes were curious. We used to dare each other to ask her. Nobody ever had the nerve, though."
Ginger let her eyes wander up the cement embankment of the basement room and began counting the cracks in the wall.
"Well, on that particular day, feeling really charged up with the excitement of the game and all, I decided to ask her." Jill listened a moment and heard the machine click into its spin cycle. "She gave me a really warm smile when I said something to her. I think it was 'Hi, Miss Schroder,' or 'Where can I put these?' Something like that."
"This is about as thrilling as last term's report card," Ginger said, unable to figure out where the action could possibly come from given two women in a big empty smelly gymnasium.
"I think she always liked me. Being so popular may have attracted her to me. And she's no mud fence herself, if you remember."
Ginger did, barely. The woman was just out of girls' college and managed to draw wolf whistles on every corner of town when she went out. She knew that a lot of married men had tried coming on to her, too. No luck there either, so far as Ginger had ever heard. And the girls in the eighth grade had a pretty good grape vine that year.
"If you don't mind my asking, Ma'am," Jill continued, "a bunch of the girls were wondering where you got that great tan. I mean spring break isn't even here yet."
"I get it right here at East Central," she said, bouncing the ball a couple of times, then anchoring it on her hip with her hand. "Wanna see where?"
"Well, Sister of Mine, I think you know me well enough to know how damn curious I am So I nodded my head and she showed me into her office. There is a little room in back of that office. It's got an old leather couch in it. Looks like an examining table in a doctor's office, say around the last century, and a big cabinet with a bunch of first aid stuff in it. I don't remember what else."
Ginger was unaware the room existed. She nodded like a zombie and tried to stay awake.
"Anyway, there was this big lamp in there. Alice said it was a sun lamp. It must have been, cause that woman was too tanned to be believed. Then she asked if I ever thought of using one of those things. I told her Mom probably wouldn't let me. S he said it wasn't a good idea cause most people don't know how to use it. You have to start slowly and build up your time. Then the tan works. That way you don't burn your skin off."
Well, Ginger thought, at least if there's no sex in this story, there might be some gore.
"I was fascinated. I wanted to try it. She said okay, but she'd have to watch me. She didn't want me to stay under there any longer than five minutes.
"What?" asked Ginger, dying for a laugh at least.
"She said she thought I should get undressed. When I looked at her kind of funny, she said that it would be okay, because she would get undressed, too. That way I wouldn't feel strange in there alone undressed."
The logic of this escaped Ginger completely and she found herself nodding mindlessly again.
"She stood up to take her regulation blouse off. And it was true. Her shoulders were bronze as your baby shoe bookends in the front room. They were also well-muscled and rounded. I could see the very plain white cotton bra she had on underneath. Nothing like all that lacey stuff Mom wears. Or like the stuff I'm gonna wear someday. God, I'm gonna have rosettes sewn into every seam and black lace by the drawers full, none of that ordinary $2.98 junk for me."
Ginger began to perk up at talk of underwear. Still no sex yet, though, and she was getting horny not hearing about it.
"I don't know if you know this or not, but Miss Schroder has enormous tits. I can tell you it's true. She reached up in back and unhooked that bra and shook her tits out of it and the room trembled. It looked like she'd picked up the basketballs again and was holding them against her chest. And with that small athletic waist of hers, and those long brown legs."
Talk like this was starting to get Ginger's attention sparked, finally.
"She came and sat down next to me and I could feel the air inside her rise and fall as she breathed. Her tits heaved up and down with each exhalation and I swear my heart went up and down in tune. She was just so gorgeous. like one of those calendar girls in Mr. Rickert's garage. The light from the sun lamp was shining on those golden silky hairs along her arms and tummy. It was psychedelic, I tell you.'
Jill heaved a little sigh of fond memory and tugged at the legs of her shorts. Just thinking about the excitement of that afternoon rekindled the excitement itself. , "You gonna continue?" Ginger asked, wide-eyed by this time.
"She sat next to me and pulled her shorts off. A big, downy perfectly round crown of hair appeared between her legs as she did. The light caught that, too and it was dazzling. I swear even the skin between her thighs was tanned. She must have sat there with her legs spread out a lot in front of that lamp. God only knows what she did during those times.
Ginger closed her eyes a moment and thought hard about what she might have done. It made her quiver all over with delight. "Now I don't want to he to you, Sis. I like to think I m just a regular girl and all, but I was getting turned on. She was showing me sights I had never witnessed before. And I was only a freshman! She took a hold of one of my hands and must have felt me trembling."
"Did she say anything?" Ginger felt herself leaning in a little toward her sister.
"Yeah," Jill said, dreamily, she said, 'Are you frightened?' Of course, I told her I wasn't. Then she told me that if I wasn't frightened I could take off my clothes and get some sun lamp rays. I watched her get up on the couch next to me; roll over to face me. I was nervous."
"How come you said you weren't?" Ginger piped up.
"That's the really insane part," Jill said, shaking her head and listening for the machine to click off, "I didn't want to be. I liked being next to her. She was so soft and warm and luscious. It was like lying next to a movie star of a princess. God, when I think back to how huge those heaving mountains on her chest were, and how mossy and thick was that rain forest between her legs."
"I think you were turned on," Ginger said, sitting up to allow her little clit room to breathe.
"I was, that's for sure." Jill stood up to take the clothes out of the washing machine and noticed how engorged her own clit and cunt lips had gotten in retelling the story. "I started to take my clothes off. I pulled the strap of my top down over my pep suit sweater, but honestly, Kid, I forgot how to undress. Flustered, I guess. Anyway, I was all thumbs."
"What did she do?" Ginger said, certain that she would never have acted so stupid when she was excited.
"She pulled down the straps of my top" Jill said, yanking the matted wet wad apart piece by piece and heaving it into the dryer. "And she unbuttoned my pep suit sweater and she unzipped my skirt and she pulled down my slip and she took every single stitch off me I had on my body. And she did it all so slowly, so painstakingly. Every time a piece of material came away from my body it felt like a layer of my own skin. She had a way of touching me that was . ... like how you'd touch velvet or something real expensive. Anyway she made me feel very special. like I was an art exhibit and she had paid a lot of money just to get close."
Ginger could feel the little nubs of her upturned pink nipples growing hard and rough. She wanted to rub her whole front against the basement wall and work her body up and down to still the twitching.
"She began to rub oil on me. I never knew anybody could rub like that, I mean it was like, like sex. She massaged me while she was doing it and she must know something about massage, because she kept touching me a certain way, a way that was turning me on like a drinking fountain after a work out. Which, by the way, was how my cunt was beginning to feel."
Which, by the way, was how Ginger's cunt was beginning to feel.
"She really took her time with my titties. She must have rubbed about a gallon of oil into them. She kept making little tiny circles around my nipples and then, faster and faster until she closed tight in on them. That really took my breath away.
"And then, she used both of her hands to spread the oil up to the tops of my inside thighs. But I really knew something was going on when she started to spread the oil on her own body."
"What did she do?" Ginger said, half with a voice, half with her breath, unable to find the rest of her voice.
"She got up on her knees at the foot of the sofa and just kneaded those two knockers like they were balls of dough. Pressed them every which way and twirled her nipples around her fingers. Then, while I watched with my eyes wide open, not more than three feet away, she spread her cunt lips open and began working the oil up inside her spread eagle pussy. Now you can't tell me she's gonna go for getting a tan up in there. I was beginning to suspect that this was no ordinary tanning session."
"Amen," Ginger said, clapping her knees together and hitting her hard little clit with a thud. "Ouch," she said, feeling the delicious pain and ecstasy rush zip right up her spine.
"Then she practically fell down onto my pussy and began to reverse the operation. My turn now. She used one hand to spread my lips apart and the other to rub the oil around. Though, really, I don't know if she had oil on those fingers, or if she was just spreading the joy juice from my own cunt around and around. Either way it felt like she was making a race track around my spread cunt. She told me how beautiful the hair was on my mound. Thank God I had some there. The year before, I wasn't sure it would ever come in. She even pulled a few of my hairs out so hard, my flesh followed and pulled up with the follicle. I think by now you must have guessed that she found me irresistible."
"But I still don't see how you two could have sex. I mean," Ginger didn't like sounding naive, but she didn't like feeling frustrated either. "She doesn't even have a cock."
"Didn't stop her," Jill said, remembering to set the timer on the dryer. "She knew what to do. She rolled me over and started to nibble my nipples. Her mouth was so soft and sweet and active. Really energetic. She just kept sucking so hard, I could feel the electric impulses hooking up to the ones in my pussy. They began sending waves back and forth to each other."
Ginger couldn't keep from reaching under her nightgown and grabbing her twitching clit. She milked it as hard as she could between her small fingers.
"Then she kissed me on the mouth, not like the other boys in school used to try and kiss me, hard, but-soft and with her tongue flicking my lips and my nose. Then she brought it up to my eye lids and licked them. She asked if I was okay. I told her I was fine, but I secretly wished I knew what time it was. I didnt want to burn, but I-sure didn't want her to stop."
Ginger pressed her little clit harder between her fingers and wriggled around on the tread of the basement step. Thank God no one but Jill could see her.
"She wasted no time getting down to my pussy. She ran her hands all around my voluptuous mound of silky threads and then teased my cunt lips with her finger tips. That was divine, I can tell you. Then, before I had a chance to protest, or approve, she stuck her head down there. The sight of her long, arched tongue striking my clit in repetitive lashes, about a million times, is a sight I shall never forget. It was gorgeous. "Wish somebody would do that to my cunt about a million times," Ginger said dreamily, letting her loose small fingers dawdle idly over and around her chubby pink wet cunt lips.
"I really wondered what would come next," Jill said, running her fingers along the vibrating hot lid of the dryer. "I couldn't believe what actually did."
"What did?" the younger girl asked up in haste.
"Miss Schroder fucked me," she said, plain as the nose on her face. "I don't believe it myself, but she did. She pulled me down under her and crawled right up on top of me. She spread my legs out by pushing her knees against the insides of my thighs. I was breathing pretty hard I can tell you that. Then she slipped one of her knees all the way over my thigh so that it landed near my waist. Then she hovered over me like that a second or two, before she brought her pussy down right over mine. She just started humping me, kinda on a diagonal. In that position I could feel her clit sticking up into my pussy hole. It was enormous and bright pink sticking out from between those furry brown pussy lips. Occasionally it would bit mine and the sparks would fly right up to my brain.'
Ginger had begun to work a couple of her fingers in and out of her wet wracking little cunt hole. The noise was beginning to drown out Jill and she found herself talking louder as the girl plugged herself.
"She took my nipples in her hands and practically wrung them out she squeezed them so hard. Then she bent over and did a number with her mouth on them. She sucked them hard up in between the rows of her teeth and I could feel the sharp edges of her teeth against them. It was sure a hot little rush, you better believe it."
As Jill closed her eyes to remember the incident, she couldn't help growing hot and feisty. It had been one of those very exciting afternoons. She could feel her own cunt lips now rubbing against the inside of her panties.
The friction seemed to increase the flow of the juices of arousal and when she touched herself there, it felt wet and warm. She worked her fingers over and over the moist sheath of denim and until her fingers found the place just over her clit. Then she pressed her thumb tightly down on the place and could feel the familiar sensation that mimicked, as best she could, the feeling of Miss Schroder humping her.
"God, I'm getting really hot hearing you," Ginger snorted, tossing her head around and grinning Uke a Cheshire cat, "I wish my gym teacher had been so hot. She was an old lady with a mustache."
"Alice was the hottest thing I've ever seen in shorts," Jill said, feeling herself near tears with the longing of that soft, knowing touch, "and I don't care if she was a girl. She banged me for a good forty-five minutes. She kept varying the positions. like she would throw one leg up and massage my nipples with her toes while she thrust four fingers into my wad and pumped them in and out. Or she would bring her knee right up flush with my pussy opening and rub it up and down while she fingered herself and I could see her doing it and it was so splendid, the view I mean. She has a fantastically elastic pussy hole. She would even flip all the way around and I could see her ass button gyrating open and closed as she licked my pussy like her tongue was attached to this here agitator," Jill pointed to the rotating blade in the machine and squinted hard. "I think you'll have to excuse me a moment, Ginger."
Ginger was startled to see her sister trying to stick her whole hand down into her shorts.
"Not now," she squealed very near coming herself, "I want to hear more."
"I don't know....." Jill whined uncertainly, "I'm getting awfully excited."
Ginger was ramming her fingers in and out of her cunt so fast, she thought the friction might start a fire. So she wasn't surprised when her two cunt lips actually did ignite and burst into a huge, rushing, incendiary orgasm. The force of it jolted her off the step and onto the cellar floor.
"Anyway, ' Jill said, barely paying attention to the little girl, but wary enough that her mother might come back to keep' her shorts on, "she just kept it up and kept it up. Tell me any man who can do that, I ask you. When she finally did come, she had her pussy wrapped around my tongue and her hand quite far up my little cunt tunnel. It was a puddle of gushing tide down there, too. I could feel it whenever her hand sunk in or slipped out."
"Ooooohhhh," Ginger said, wishing somebody would throw a bucket of water on her to keep the blaze contained. She couldn't seem to stop the rushes of excitement from hurling through her little body. "I gotta go . ... " she said finally, charging upstairs about the speed of light.
It was the fastest Jill ever saw her move.