Chapter 8
"Oh, honey-don't take it out yet. Just leave it in and let it soak. It feels so good ... so damn good...."
Jill's eyes were closed as she clasped Tom to her body, more than willing to bear his weight as he collapsed on top of her. The orgasm had been a shattering one for both of them, and she desperately wanted to savor the afterglow. It was the first sex they'd had in a week since the climatic incident in that man's apartment....
Later they rested side by side as they smoked in utter physical contentment. But Jill's mental state was not as serene as that of her satiated body. They had to talk ... to straighten out their lives since that awful scene that had ended her brother's perverted hold on them.
"Honey ... darling, there are still a few things ... Can we talk now? Honey, is it really over? Are you sure?"
Jill shivered as her mind flashed back over the events that had shaken her family to its roots. "I know. Jack'll probably never come back here." She paused and looked at her husband curiously. "Honey ... you know, you put the fear of God in him, and I'm glad you did. He really thought you were about to kill him. I did too, when you had him by the throat. I ... well, I mean-would you have? If I hadn't asked you to let him go, would you really have killed him?"
Tom Evans did not answer as he blew smoke toward the ceiling and studied the patterns made by the changing air currents. Finally he turned on his side and looked at the nude woman beside him. "I think so. I've thought about that a good deal. I think I would have. He'd have deserved it, the bastard ... although he's not the only one to blame for this mess...."
Jill felt a stab of fear; she sensed that Tom still considered that she had been partly to blame. She should never have brought the subject up. And yet they had to reach an understanding about some things ... about their furture as a family, including Bob's status....
"Oh, honey, maybe we shouldn't talk about it. But there are things that have been bothering me. Like ... well, Bob, for instance ..
Her husband cut in. "You mean whether you continue to fuck him? You know, that's the part of the whole deal that I haven't been able to explain to myself. Your brother had nothing to do with that first time you let Bob fuck you. I think...."
"Honey ... oh, please. Please don't go into that. I guess none of us have a lot to be proud of. Remember, you and Kathy were the first chapter."
"Yeah, I've thought about that, too. Best thing, I guess, is to start with a clean slate. But I have to wonder whether you still want Bob. As far as Kathy goes...." Tom paused as he felt a small, warm hand close around his penis. And to his surprise, he realized that it was partially hard.
"What about Kathy, darling? Are you telling me you never want to fuck her again? Never? Be honest about it"
A slow smile spread across Tom's face as he felt his penis grow in Jill's soft grasp. "Hell, that's not the point. That's an entirely different thing from you fucking Bob. Mothers just aren't supposed to screw their sons, you know."
"I know. Husbands aren't supposed to screw girls next door, either." Jill paused and brought her other hand down between their bodies to join in her assault on the increasingly hard male organ. "Honey-let's just don't worry about it right now...."