Chapter 3
"Wha-oh excuse me, honey," Herman exclaimed with a start. "I didn't think anyone was home. Why aren't you with your mom and sis? This is the day you three always go shopping, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I couldn't go with them today," came her voice from inside the bathroom. "I had to stay late for school and practice for the swimming team-remember, Dad? I'm trying to make the junior high finals."
"Oh, that's right," he apologetically replied. "You go ahead, Francine. I can wait."
"Okay, Dad," she called through the door. "I'll just be a jiff in here."
But unfortunately for Herman's peace of mind, his daughter's voice wasn't the only thing he heard. He also detected, without half trying, the tinkling sound of water running into the John. The thought of where that water was coming from made him experience a surge of curiosity. And to be perfectly honest with himself, Herman had to admit that curiosity was marked by a deep vein of sexuality.
He tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch and sat in the hall chair, waiting. He thought of the young girls he had interviewed during the day, and how the subject of pissing had turned up during talks with two of them. Was it any wonder a man felt a little curiosity about his daughter's bathroom activities, after discussing such matters that very day with other girls her age and younger?
He sighed and lit a cigarette. Why try to conceal-even from himself-a feeling he had been unconsciously trying to deny? If it hadn't been so serious a matter, he would have laughed at the irony of it. Here he was with a job that brought him in contact day after day with attractive young girls he lusted after something fierce, and all the time he had not one but two tender young nymphets right in his own home!
Francine, thirteen, who was in the bathroom at the moment, happened to be an extremely pretty girl. And his other daughter, Jilly, who was only eleven, was a little sweetheart if ever there was one. Both girls were slim and firm as could be, with faces as cute as a bug's ear. And Francine was quite obviously well developed for her age. He had certainly been kidding himself trying to pre tend he didn't notice the simply great little knockers she had managed to grow ... they weren't so large yet but they gave every indication they would be before long. And meanwhile the firmness and utterly perfect shape of the little morsels made them so sensually striking that only a blind man would have failed to appreciate their beauty.
As to coloring, Francine seemed to have inherited his blondness while Jilly took her red-tinged hair and freckles from his wife, Laverne. But because Francine was female and so young, her hair was far from the sandy hue of his. It was brighter and lighter, almost like spun gold. And her blue eyes were a marked contrast with Jilly's, which were emerald green.
If Laverne had the least idea he was sitting thinking about how sexually appealing their two daughters were, she would have brained him, he was certain. She was a redhead-not the soft and subdued color of Jilly's hair, but fiery red-and she had the temper redheads are famous for. He heard Francine in the bathroom again, this time tearing toilet paper off the roll.
Damn it, he had sitting there daydreaming when he might very well have had time to get a peek at her. She had already been sitting on the John as he came in, and hadn't been able to close the door all the way without getting up. Naturally, she had no idea her own daddy might try to sneak a look at her naked little ass. Then he heard her tugging up her jeans and heard the bowl flush. He'd done it all right-completely muffed his chance to get an eyeful. Sonofabitch!
She headed for her room, calling over her shoulder that she was through with the bathroom, and Herman went in. He took a piss and started to leave. Maybe he'd go chat with Francine while the other girls were out of the house, maybe he-no, it was stupid to dream of doing things he didn't have a chance in hell of ever actually going through with. The slightest show of anything beyond fatherly interest by him in either of his two daughters and he'd have his wife on his back.
He scowled to himself as he zipped his pants and turned to the door, then stopped in his tracks. Something hanging from the dirty-clothes hamper caught his eye. A pair of slightly soiled panties. He impulsively snatched them up and examined them. They were too small to be Laverne's. Obviously,-Francine had just tossed them there a few moments before.
Herman felt his cock swell. The filmy little nothings he now held in his hand had been around the sensual loins of that cute little blonde only minutes before. He found himself thinking less and less of the girl as a daughter and more and more of her as a seductive little nymphet.
He stood for a few seconds staring at the flimsy undergarment, then did something that surprised even him. He raised the panties to his nose and, while rubbing the thin fabric between his fingers, he sniffed them. If he had seen another man do such a thing he would have been revolted, but Herman was on the inside doing the smelling, not on the outside thinking about the aesthetics of the act. The ripe, musky young scent flowed into his nostrils and set his thoughts off like a rocket.
He locked the door and stumbled to the John, scarcely able to get his pants down before he had his hand on his cock. On the way home he had been hardly able to wait-he had wanted to masturbate then because of the little seven-year-old. Now he had renewed need to relieve himself-his daughter's sex-saturated panties and the knowledge that she was only a few yards down the hall in her bed room. He let his pants fall to his shoe tops, jerked his shorts off, and grabbed his rock-hard meat.
Herman's prick was just average in length, not long by any means but not unusually short either. But he had always been a bit concerned about its size, thinking that it was inferior to most men's. And Laverne, who tended to be pretty overbearing, did nothing to bolster his ego. He sat with his eyes closed, rubbing the panties lightly over his nose and face as he jacked himself off his free hand. When he got himself going like this, all thoughts of having an inadequately small penis vanished.
Oh, shit, he thought to himself, his hand sliding up and down faster and faster, just think what was in here just a few minutes ago-Francine's virgin little pussy! It really smells like it, too! Sweet Jesus, I must be flipping out ... how I'd love to get her naked and get my little girl's cherry!
In the midst of his orgy of fantasizing, Herman heard Laverne and Jilly come in. It slowed him down for a few seconds, but then added even more excitement. He could hear them talking to Francine, who had come from her room to see them.
"Daddy's home, Mom," he heard Francine say. "He's in the bathroom."
Damn right I'm home! thought Herman. And I'm sitting here on the John getting my nuts off ... ungh! ... almost! ... from thinking about how sweet it'd be to fuck our sweet, innocent little daughter. What do you think of that, Laverne!
He heard them chattering about some things they had bought. Little Jilly had obviously been bought a new skirt. They were all looking at it and jabbering about it, with his wife saying she still wasn't sure, that she was afraid it was too short and Jilly staunchly insisting it wasn't.
He heard Laverne walk away toward the kitchen and then the girls' voices giggling and whispering. He couldn't make out all they were saying, just a few words-really groovy ... boys ... slip and panties or maybe just a slip ... look at your legs ... big enough for a bra ... be an eyeful if they ever saw....
Herman couldn't even make which girl was saying what. But the subject of their covert whispering was certainly not schoolwork or who walked the dog last. Their words, even though he could only make out snatches of phrases, sent his desire higher and he crushed the soiled panties to his face and burrowed his nose in the fragrant crotch. A few seconds later he had come all over himself. He got busy and cleaned himself up, then leaned back against the toilet tank and sighed.
Damn, he had really needed that. He made his way to the master bedroom and changed clothes so the wet spots on his pants legs would not be noticed, then fell into the usual routine of the night. First an hour or so of reading the paper, then a boring and predictable dinner, topped off by a couple of hours television, and then to bed. Laverne was "tired" again, and this time he didn't much give a damn. Usually it piqued him when she wouldn't let him climb on, but his erotic energies were starting to flow in different directions. Things were changing.
He drifted off to a troubled sleep fraught with dreams of unidentified young girls disrobing before him and shyly proffering the fruits of their adolescent nubilities before his eyes ... their slender limbs, their sensual breasts, the promise of wet excitement between the rounded mounds of their sweet fresh pussies.
In the morning he awoke a few minutes before Laverne did. He lay watching her sleep. It was too bad she had become so overbearing through the years. She was a damned good-looking woman, even though neither of them enjoyed sex together as much as they had much earlier in their lives. But fourteen years of marriage, he knew, is bound to affect any couple with a bit of boredom.
He watched her breathe, her long red hair flowing over the almost stark whiteness of her full breasts. Too bad things were different between them. At one time he could hardly wait to get home and bed her down, but now his interest was running highly in favor of much younger girls. He wondered if it had anything to do with how bossy Laverne had become. He was quite aware of the fact that some of their friends referred to him as being henpecked.
Maybe it was true. Anyway, he usually did pretty much what his wife wanted. And that included in bed. Although she often begged off let ting him fuck her at night, the next morning she would frequently become sexier. She would claim there wasn't time for a good old-fashioned fuck like he wanted, and would make him be content with being jerked off by her fingers. In addition, under the guise of not wanting to "get all sweaty," she would often wheedle him into scooting to the bottom of the bed and giving her cunt a thorough licking 'til she came.
Within a few minutes she woke up. He reached for a handful of her abundant tit-flesh and she let him play with them. He scooted next to her, feeling his cock against the outside of her thigh. When she felt his prick start stiffening, she became a little more remote. He pressed closer to her.
"Come on, Laverne," he whispered, "there's time to have a nice fuck before we get up. Lemme get that ole' cunt good and hot for you with my fingers, then-"
But she replied in the fashion her lethargy often dictated. "No, Herman, not this morning ... the kids'll be up and hear us if we get too rowdy. Here, hon ... let me work you off with my hand. And ... couldn't you give me a nice lick job while I'm doing you? Here, doesn't this feel good?"
Now she was working on him with both hands, one sliding up and down his cock and the other caressing his balls. She wrapped a leg over his and let him feel how hot she was getting.
"See how you make me feel when I get hold of you, hon?" she whispered. "You got me going real good now ... I'm getting a real wet puss for you ... um ... ummmm ... come on, hon, lemme feel your face on me."
Herman slid dutifully under the covers and approached her teeming crotch. She kept hold of his prick, transferring hands when he got too low for her to reach with the hand she started out with. Soon the thick, shaggy muff of her dark red cunt hair rose in front of his face like a growth of dense vegetation. He couldn't see it for the darkness, but he could smell it.
When she felt so close to it, she increased her efforts on his cock. He pushed his nose through the curls and went to work on her open cunt with his mouth. She speeded up her hand and made him come in just a few seconds. His sperm spurted onto the sheet and the top of Laverne's foot.
She immediately jerked her hand from his belching cock and put it beside the other one at the back of his head. She pressed his face close and humped her ass up and down on the bed, urging his mouth and moaning. His lips barely touched her pussy at first but she built up energy fast and needed the whole shot without waiting. He lapped the slick, fleshy slit 'til she came.
Even after she reached her peak she kept urging his head with her hands. It was obvious she wanted him to keep up the mouth work for a while even though she had already come.
"Um yeah ... that's what I need," she cooed, "keep licking me for a little bit. Um ... ummmm!"
Herman did as she asked although his own enjoyment wasn't helped a whit. She sounded all sweet and sugary now, he thought as he mechanically applied his tongue to her cunt, but it was about the only time she ever used that tone of voice with him. He hated to admit the fact, but the truth seemed to be that the only time she ever talked nicely to him was when his face was between her legs!
As she headed for the bathroom, Herman lay thinking of a very different kind of female-the young, innocent (or not so innocent, from time to time) girls he interviewed. Usually his fantasies stopped there, but no more. Now he boldly entertained the idea of getting to do things to his own daughters. Was he sick? He wasn't sure ... all he knew was that his mind was filled with thoughts of incest now that the gate had been opened.
Ha! If his co-workers and the families he interviewed every day had any idea he was home thinking lusty thoughts about his own daughters, what would they do!
Breakfast was, like so many activities at the Brockman household lately, very routine and drab. But at least Herman's new awareness of his daughters' charms added spice to the occasion. Every time Laverne got up from the table to get something from the stove, he indulged himself in secret ogling at his little lambs. Francine, on his right, and Jilly, on his left, were both avidly engaged in pouring over the funnies in the morning newspaper.
Somehow it added to their attraction to know they had no idea what he was doing, he felt. All fresh and dressed for school, both girls were the picture of innocence. Francine was sitting rather primly and he couldn't get a very good view. But little Jilly, dawdling in her cereal bowl with her spoon as she scanned the comic strips, happened to have her legs crossed in such a way that he saw plenty.
It had been Francine who first attracted his attention the day before, as he heard the stream of her piss tinkle into the John. But as Herman gazed fondly at the trim little body of his younger daughter, he found that he experienced just as much lust for her. The kid may be only eleven years old and my own daughter at that, he thought to himself, but it sure as hell gives me a hard-on to see that far up her skirt, anyway!
He could see well above the knee of her right leg, where it disappeared into the silky folds of her slip. But her left leg was even more exposed. Her perfectly formed thigh was visible nearly to the elastic of her panty leg. It couldn't be more than a couple of inches or so ... damn, if only he could see what that lovely place looked like all the way to her darling little crotch ... maybe if he leaned just a bit to the side....
"Daddy!" cried Francine suddenly, scaring the wits out of him. "Will you-"
"Wha-huh?" he ejaculated, overreacting so much he felt foolish for it.
"Will you eat my cereal," she finished. "I don't want the rest of it."
Jesus, he thought to himself, is that all? I thought the little minx had caught me looking up her little sis's skirt!
"Sure," he said, "give it here."
He was so glad to have escaped being caught that he would have said yes to anything. By the time Laverne had returned to the table he was in control again. As she sipped her coffee and glanced at the fashion page, he thought of what they had done in bed that morning. Damn! If only it could have been Francine he was licking. Or even Jilly, for that matter. Hell yes, she would do fine ... he would have preferred either one of his kids to his bossy wife. Wow! How would it really be to slowly and methodically strip one of his bright-haired young daughters down to her undies and use his hands and mouth on her tiny titties and on her pubescent little pussy?
It was a thought no man should have to dwell on for very long if he wanted to keep a decently soft cock in his pants.
As he left for work, he gave his wife the usual absentminded peck. But he also kissed the kids good-bye. It was something he had hardly done since they had been preschoolers. He had to restrain himself to keep from going a bit overboard, but he managed.
As he headed down the freeway, he smiled to himself. They had both appeared to ... well, to enjoy it. Maybe he was just reading in something that wasn't there, because of his new feelings about the pair. But they certainly seemed to like it.
He remembered the clean, girlish scent of little Jilly and how, when he kissed Francine's cheek, he had felt the back of his hand touched by the small outline of one of her titties. Could it be the kid had purposely rubbed against him? God, if only it were true ... that maybe she wanted to see what it would feel like to have his hand graze past it ... or maybe-no, wait a minute. What the hell was he doing? It was too much to hope for, that she had any semblance of real desire for him. He was just teasing himself to even consider the idea.
Still, he knew it was far from unusual for a girl her age to become just as aroused by one thing or another as a grown woman. He saw plenty of examples every day among the youthful females who paraded in and out of his office.
Herman parked his car in his usual spot and entered the Welfare Office at once, proceeding straight to his desk. He often stopped by the restaurant on the corner for a pack of cigarettes or something, but this morning he was particularly anxious to begin interviewing the day's assignment of girls. His newly sharpened interest in Francine and Jilly made him eager to get at other girls, even if it had to be limited to nothing more than sexy talk.
He had gotten a bit carried away with himself with his last interviewee the day before. He'd have to be more careful. It was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to actually touch a kid. No doubt about it, he was getting hornier and hornier every week that passed. Probably had something to do with how Laverne was getting bossier every day, but he certainly wasn't going to pursue that line of thought. It made Herman ashamed of himself for not standing up to her more.
He grabbed the day's assignment list and buzzed his secretary to send in the first one. He hadn't even spoken to her as he came in, but she was used to it. She was an old gray-haired biddy he didn't especially care for, and he had reason to believe that the feeling was mutual. They got along fine, mainly because they kept their distance except for routine business matters. He was very glad his office was soundproofed as well as it was, though-it would never do for her to hear anything that went on inside.
He glanced at the assignment sheet again and was still checking it out when the youngster entered.
"Have a seat," he mumbled, a little gruffly, without even looking up. He liked nothing better than to display his authority to the interviewee, and his brusqueness always did the trick in short order. He glanced past the age, address, medical statement, and financial information on the data sheet-then his eyes darted back to the name again.
He raised his head to discover the interviewee was ... a boy! Males weren't unknown as sex victims, but they were rare enough to surprise him every time one happened in.
Damn! Here he was all primed up for a nice, cute little doll to interview and a boy comes in. He might go for females younger than the average guy had any interest in, but he sure as hell wasn't queer in the bargain. Oh well, he would get rid of him quickly and get on to the next case.
The boy, named Jimmy, was ten years old. He wore a sullen expression on his face and had thick hair that fell over his forehead and almost obscured one eye.
Herman dispensed with the preliminaries in seconds and then set in on the kid. Even though he intended to make short work of him, he still didn't like the boy's attitude.
"All right now, son," Herman said, "the first thing you're going to have to do is get that frown off your face and pay attention to me. You hear? What the hell's the matter with you, anyway-didn't your mother tell you how to act when you came in here?"
"Yeah," he said grudgingly, "she told me But how come I have to come in here all by myself? Heck, it was Rosalie that did everything. Why don't you make her come in too, huh?"
"Rosalie?" asked Herman. "Who's that? What are you talking about, anyway?"
The boy pointed at the data sheet in Herman's hand. "Doesn't it say there? Doesn't it tell about Rosalie on that paper? It sure wasn't me that wanted to do that stuff."
Herman examined the sheet more closely. There it was, all right. The kid hadn't been lying. Rosalie was listed as his sixteen-year-old sister. Furthermore, it was stated that the young lady "perpetrated an act of sexual molestation" on her little brother.
Well, well, thought Herman, this throws an entirely different on the subject. Yes indeed. He had never had a case like this before ... a girl in her middle teens molesting a younger brother. The wording of the data sheet was typically vague about the actual details of what had transpired. But that was fine with Herman. Prodding the embarrassing intimacies from the youngsters was what he doted on more than anything.
He called his secretary and found that the girl was waiting in the lobby. When he looked up at the boy in surprise at his sister's presence, Jimmy said, "Sure she's here. That's what I've been trying to tell you. She just wanted me to come in first. She claimed we didn't have to see you at the same time."
"Oh, she did, did she?" Herman said. He was irritated at the girl's gall. "Well, she's not going to get her way. I want to hear this from both of you."
He picked up his phone again and directed his secretary to send the girl in. Hmmm, he thought to himself, this damned girl must be ugly as a mud fence. Why else would a girl her age try something with her own kid brother? I've had a few cases of old maids fooling around with their neighbors' kids and such, but I've never had a girl in her teens pull such a stunt.
But when she walked in the door he saw immediately how wrong he was. Rosalie was a striking brunette, with a rosy complexion and a beautiful set of tits ... she had a fully packed figure that made her look two or three years older than her sixteen years, with a solid ass and very shapely legs. Now he was even more curious about her than before. If she had been an ugly little bitch, he could have understood-the ugly ones needed their pussies worked on just as much as the rest, he knew. But this girl could surely have had her pick of the boys at her school.
"Okay, Jimmy," he said, "you go on outside and wait for your sister. I've got all the information I need from you. I want to interview your sister in private."
"But I didn't even tell my side of it yet," he protested. "I haven't even-"
"You do as I say," Herman sternly commanded. "I've got all the information I need from you. I want to hear the rest from your sister and I won't need to talk to you anymore at all. You can go outside and with your parents 'til I'm through with Rosalie."
Jimmy said, "Mom's the one that brought us. But she's out in the car."
"Yeah," said Rosalie, opening her mouth for the first time, "Mom's ashamed to come in with us. She thinks her two sweet little kids have turned into creeps."
"Maybe one of them has," Jimmy shot back, "but not both of her kids."
"All right, all right," yelled Herman, "go on to your mom's car. I'll find out what I need to know for myself. I sure as hell don't have time to listen to you two argue."
Alone now in the room with Rosalie, Herman looked her over with care. No doubt about it, she was a real peach. She was still standing up. He told her to have a seat and when she started to take the one Jimmy had just vacated he stopped her and directed her to another one. He wanted to be able to see everything he could on this sexy little number.
"All right, young lady," he said, his voice tough, "this report says you molested your brother in his own bedroom while your parents were out. That you, a sixteen-year-old, committed an act of sexual abuse on your ten-year-old brother. What have you got to say for yourself? No hedging, either. I want to hear everything."
Rosalie put her arm on the back of the chair. "Sure," she baldly declared, her words haughty and curt. "I'll tell you about it. Which time you want to know about-the first time or the last?"
Herman blanched. His report only mentioned a single act-but the little slut was admitting there had been more than one time!