Chapter 4
For the third time in as many days he pulled into the drive and parked at the side of the Clinton residence. He noted there was no light in the apartment above the garage. As before, the side door was unlocked. He went quickly to Susan's room. She was seated at the dressing table brushing her hair.
She pretended fright as Brent came up behind her and reached around to cup her free-swaying breasts. "You clown, get these clothes off before you start feeling me up."
He quickly slipped out of his clothes and approached her again. Through the thin material of her negligee she felt his half-erect penis press against her back. She turned and began to stroke it to full readiness. They moved to the bed and she slipped out of the gown.
They were so deeply in the grip of passion they did not hear the light footsteps coming up the stairs. The sudden rattle of the knob threw them into panic. They sat looking wildly at each other. Finally Susan called timidly, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Alice. What you got the door locked for?"
"Just a minute." She jumped from the bed and quickly gathered up Brent's discarded clothes. She dumped them into his arms and pushed him into a closet. "It's my kid sister," she whispered and closed the door. She drew the negligee over her head and crossed the room.
The knock came again. "All right, let me get awake first." Susan mumbled and twisted the lock on the door. The young girl that stepped in began to glance over her searchingly.
"What took you so damn long to open the door? In fact, how come you had it locked in the first place?"
"Alice, Mom and Dad are gone and you were supposed to be out all night. I always lock the door when I'm alone." She quickly changed the subject. "What happened to the slumber party?"
The young girl crossed and dropped the overnight case onto the bed and pulled off her sweater. "Wasn't no party really, just Joyce and I. She must be in heat or something. Louis came by and got her all worked up and asked her to go out. So they brought me home and I guess he's out in the park right now screwing the shit out of her. She's gonna get knocked up some day. Who's car is that outside?"
"Maybe Renee found herself a boyfriend and brought him home. Who cares?" Susan shrugged and glanced at the closet. It was open an inch or two.
Brent saw Alice toss the sweater on the bed and her firm up-thrust young breasts caught his attention. She was almost a copy of Susan but she was so fresh and young that his penis, which had slumped at the intrusion, now began to stiffen again.
"On the way home Louis kept feeling Joyce's tits and boy she was hot. I could almost feel his hands on me." She turned eagerly to Susan. "Let's play our little game before Mom and Dad get home. That damn Louis got me so worked up I got a fire going between my legs."
Susan glanced at the closet again and smiled at Alice, "Get your clothes off, sis, and hurry."
Brent watched the lovely young girl peel the skirt and blouse away. As she sat on the bed to remove her shoes and socks Susan went around to unclasp her brassiere. She was looking straight at him as she dropped the garment and gave him a full view of her young sister's firm white breasts. She reached around and began to fondle them, teasing the nipples to hardness.
With a shuddering sigh Alice stood up and pushed her panties away. Brent felt the cold doorknob pressed against his throbbing organ as his eyes took in the flat stomach with its triangle of hair curling below. He was holding himself in check from rushing into the room and throwing himself upon the girl when Susarv stepped back and removed her gown.
The two naked girls fell together onto the bed and Susan began to send her young sister up the scale of excitement with her hands and lips. Brent saw the young girl begin to buck and thrash in the throes of passion. At just the right moment Susan stopped and the thoroughly aroused young girl clutched helplessly at her.
"Don't stop, Sue. I'm going out of my head, please Sue."
"Alice, we need a boy. This is no good, we're not lesbians you know. We need the real thing."
Alice sat up, the flush on her face still high. Her eyes were bright with excitement. "Where could we get one this time of night? If we call someone Mom and Dad may come home and catch us."
"Leave it to me, honey," Susan answered softly. "You're so high you need someone right now." She turned to the closet, "Come on out, Brent."
Alice's first impulse was to cover herself and flee the room as Brent stepped from the closet. But when she saw the jutting shaft standing out from his loins her resolve vanished and she held her arms out to him. With a glance at Susan he moved to the girl and permitted her to pull him down onto her. Fumbling in her haste she guided the thick shaft into her drooling crack and threw her legs over his hips. They both were unaware of Susan as she went to the dresser and returned with a wad of tissues. She waited patiently as Brent gave her sister the release she sought.
Alice placed both hands on the bed at her sides and gripped the sheet in her fists as her climax exploded. Brent was racing faster and more violently as his own climax began to surface. Then with a growl as of pain, he tore himself from the enfolding legs and Susan grabbed the lunging shaft to aim the spurting semen onto the wad of tissues she held for him.
As soon as the spurts died to a trickle the young girl began to pull at him to mount her again. Susan laughed and patted her sister on the stomach. "Not yet, there's still some juice in that thing and if you put it back now you might get pregnant."
Alice pouted and fell back to watch the organ that had given her so much pleasure slowly slump to the bed. "I wish we could go again now. The first time is always so fast."
"You're one selfish thing, Alice. I ain't even had my turn yet," Susan chided her. "You came in before we could do anything, and he's my boyfriend. Would you let Robert do that to me if I needed it as bad as you did?"
"My Robert?" she asked indignantly. "He's mine. He wouldn't do that to anybody but me. We're going steady."
"You're going steady? What did you just finish doing with my boyfriend? You'd better wake up, Alice. You got a hell of a lot to learn about boys."
"What I did was different," she protested defensively.
"What was so different about it? Boys are all the same. They'll love you all to hell and then shove it into the next girl that'll let them. Ain't that right, Brent?"
"She's right, Alice," he said gently. "You're not married to him so he doesn't belong to you. Love is one thing and sex is another. You don't love me but I just finished screwing you. Why? Because you needed it. Robert could get horny somewhere and shove it into the first girl that'll let him."
"Look Alice, we're not trying to snow you. I can prove Robert would do it to anyone."
"And how would you do that?" Alice asked angrily, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"All I'd have to do is call him up and offer him some. You'd be surprised how fast he could get over here. Think about it."
She got up and went into the bathroom. They heard water running as she flushed the soiled tissues away. When she came back she stood beside the bed and studied her nude sister carefully.
Alice flashed an angry look at her. "I want you to call Robert. Make a play for him and I want to hear what he says."
She glanced at Brent and he nodded with a shrug. She sat down on the bed and picked up the receiver. Alice dialed the number and leaned close to her sister so she could hear too.
Placing her hand over the mouthpiece Susan whispered, "Keep quiet and let me do the talking."
Brent began to track his fingers lightly across her back and shoulders as if to calm her. As his hand crept under her arm toward her breasts she turned slightly to give him easy access to it.
"Hello, Mrs. Wren, is Bobby there? No, this is Susan, thank you." She covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Brent. "I'm surprised he was at home. He knew Alice would be out tonight so I thought he would have a date."
"You don't know my Robert," Alice said triumphantly.
"Bobby? This is Susan. Fine, how are you?" She listened for a moment then pulled Alice closer so she could hear.
"I called to see if you were busy. No, I'm not checking on you for Alice. She can take care of herself. I just wanted someone to talk to, I'm lonesome."
"I know Alice went to a slumber party but where are your folks?" He was talking softly but even Brent, who lay behind the girls, could hear his every word. He had one of Alice's breasts in one hand and one of Susan's in the other. They were exactly alike.
"They went out for some kind of meeting and won't be home for ages." She smiled into the receiver. "I'm all by myself."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked her and they could hear the excitement creeping into his voice. "Say, do you want me to come over?"
"That's up to you. I'm not trying to steal Alice's boyfriends."
"She doesn't own me. How about if I-well, come over and talk and have a drink? I got some good stuff in the car."
Susan hesitated as Alice's face clouded darkly and she shoved Brent's exploring hand away.
"All right, come on over," she said and replaced the instrument.
"He doesn't live far from here, Alice. So you better get your stuff out of sight. When a man's been promised some pussy, he'll be in a hurry. Brent, you better go get your car out of sight, too."
Brent pulled on his pants and shoes and left the room.
"You mean you're gonna let 'im come in here?" Alice was incredulous.
"Sure, you're gonna get your proof. You and Brent can hide in the closet and watch me get laid," she said bluntly.
Alice was pacing about the room when Brent returned. She stopped and began to gather up her things. As he moved to help her she turned on him, "You gonna just sit here and watch someone else come in here and screw her?"
"If she wants to," Brent smiled easily. "She didn't object when I screwed you."
"This is silly."
"Sure it is, and lots of fun. Let's get into the closet and make ourselves comfortable."
For the second time Brent found himself shut in the dark closet but this time he didn't mind at all. Alice was standing, still nude, beside him. Half expecting her to pull away he reached out and found her arm. His hand explored in the darkness until he found her breast. When she did not resist he reached out his other arm and pulled her to himself.
They were locked in a fierce embrace and she was grinding her pelvis against him when the chimes sounded. Susan drew her robe about her nakedness and went out. With a final kiss Brent and Alice put their passion aside when they heard her return. He opened the door slightly and both glanced into the dimly lit room. A young man carrying a paper bag had returned with her.
"I'll get some glasses." Susan patted him on the arm and started to turn away. The boy reached out and grabbed her robe. When she made no attempt to stop him he held it wide and inspected her lovely body. "Just the way I like my women, naked." He grinned at her. "You're even prettier than Alice."
Brent felt Alice's fingers dig into his arm and she let out an angry sigh. They watched Susan being drawn into the boy's tight embrace and his lips crush down upon hers. Alice turned to him and Brent felt her hands fumbling with his belt. His trousers slid to the floor and he kicked them aside along with his shoes. Her hand found his rapidly expanding shaft and her lips were demanding as she held her face up to him.
Susan peeled herself from Robert's arms and smiled down at him. "What were you breathing so hard about awhile ago?"
"I ran all the way up from the street, because I was afraid your folks might have come home since you called and I didn't want to just barge in."
"Oh damn," she pouted in mock dismay. "And I thought you were all excited about being with me."
"Well, that's part of the reason." He grinned and tried to pull her back to him again. As the robe slid from her shoulders and she was displayed in all her nude beauty he stood up. "Like I said, you're even prettier than Alice."
Brent felt her nails dig into his penis and he wished Robert would stop comparing the girls in Susan's favor. With an unseen gesture of defeat Alice slid to her knees and he felt her mouth encircle the swollen head she held in her hand. She had forgotten Robert.
Susan pulled away again. The boy's face was flushed and his trousers had a huge bulge in the front. "Get comfortable, I'll get the glasses and some ice."
She went out and Brent watched the boy quickly shed his clothes. Nude, he was standing beside the bed with his thick, blunt instrument throbbing redly when she returned. She noticed it curved to the right much like a banana. He handed her the sack and she started pouring the amber liquid over the ice. He stood behind her, kneading her breasts roughly. His organ was trying to work its way between the cheeks of her buttocks.
She turned to hand him a glass and he attempted to stuff himself into her closed opening. He was in such a hurry he spilled some of his drink as he dragged her to the bed and pushed her down across it. He set his glass on the floor and pried her legs apart. She permitted him to mount her and gritted her teeth as he rammed the thick shaft into her. She was trying to keep the liquor from sloshing out of her glass as he started the whole bed into violent motion.
Brent felt himself becoming weak in the knees as his climax came bubbling up. Just then she stood up and pushed the door open. Both of them stood and watched Robert race toward his peak. Then he saw them and his violent attack ceased but he could not unmount.
"Go ahead, darling," Alice said softly. "Give my sister the prick you promised you'd never give to anyone but me. I have another one-a better one." She added as she turned to pull Brent into the room and down onto the carpet with her. The bed began to squeal again. Robert couldn't stop.
Brent mounted Alice and she guided him into her damp lubricated pit. "This time, let's make it last."
Suddenly Susan bucked Robert from her and jumped to her feet. "You crazy bastard, what're you trying to do? You're not supposed to shoot that stuff into me. You want me to get pregnant?"
Alice started to giggle uncontrollably. Finally she said, "Relax, sis. He's sterile. He's shot me lots of times and I never got pregnant. His seed just ain't no damn good." She gripped Brent's ears. "I'm coming, baby. Don't stop."
Susan started picking up the glass and ice from the bed where she had dropped them when she felt the hot sperm jetting into her. "You really sterile, Robert?"
"Yeah, born that way. Found out two years ago." He was watching Brent send Alice toward another orgasm. "Who's he?"
"That's my boyfriend. I loaned him to my sister, his name's Brent."
"Pleased to meet you, Robert," Brent said from the floor between grunts. Sorry I can't shake hands right now, you understand?"
Without knowing why, he nodded. "Yeah, I understand." He sank onto the bed and shook his head. "This is crazy. He acts like he was just polishing the floor."
"Greasing the floor in a minute," Brent corrected.
Alice started to giggle again. "Seeding the floor."
"Screwing my sister," Susan laughed at the stricken face the boy presented. "Relax, none of us are embarrassed by all this. It's just as much fun whether anyone is watching or not. You did it to me while they watched."
"But I didn't know," Robert protested. "Damn, but he's staying on a long time. Ain't he ever gonna finish?"
"But you didn't jump off when they came out of the closet?"
"I couldn't, I just had to finish. That was something I been wanting to do for a long time. The next thing I wanna do is shove it to that sexy French maid of yours. I get a hard-on just looking at her."
Alice cried out, "Brent, here I go again." They all watched as she shivered in the throes of climax, almost bucking Brent off. He clung to her and continued pumping away.
"Hell, ain't he never gonna finish?" Robert asked with a touch of admiration in his voice.
"Be patient, you'll get your turn," Alice said as she lay supine to permit Brent to satisfy himself. Instead she felt herself beginning to soar again as he continued to piston into her. Just as she arched from the floor in her third orgasm, Brent jerked himself out of her and rolled onto his side. The oily globs streaked across the carpet. Brent's body twitched for a long moment then became quiet as his breathing slowed to normal.
"A real orgy." Susan was standing over him. "Brent, I want you to do me like you did that first night here."
Brent nodded and she straddled his head, lowering herself onto his face. She shifted herself forward so that her moist hot slot pressed against his nose. He pulled his head up a bit and his tongue began to lap and probe at her. He reached high with both hands, found her breasts and encircled each nipple with thumbs and fingers and began to roll the nubs in time with his tongue.
Susan began to shake almost immediately. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Brent, that drives me right out of my skull. But I'm going to hold it back as long as I can. You...." The rest trailed away in a whimper as she tried to retain her sanity.
She was enjoying the tongue lapping at her bubbling crack so much Alice climbed from the floor and stood beside the bed on which Robert lay, watching them.
"Do that to me, Robert?" It was a question.
"Sure, honey. Climb up here and sit over me like that."
They positioned themselves in like manner and as his tongue darted about within the damp confines of her slit and his hands found her breasts to roll the nipples she went into convulsions.
"Don't stop Brent, I want another one," Susan moaned as climax wracked her body. She held his head imprisoned beneath her thighs and he began to lap harder than before.
It was Robert who heard the distant sound of a car door. He lifted Alice from his face and when she started to protest he silenced her with a savage hiss. Leaning toward the others, he whispered, "I heard a car."
Immediately all four of them were on their feet, ears attuned to the stairs. They could hear someone coming up the steps.
Brent took command. He motioned for Robert to gather up his clothes and Alice to get the glasses and bottle out of sight. It took only a moment for both boys to disappear into the closet and the two girls were under the covers, pretending sleep.
The door opened and the boys could easily hear the low voices of Charles and Beverly Clinton. Brent pushed the door open a crack and saw the mother for the third time since he had started dating their daughter. As always she amazed him at how well she had preserved her youthful body although she was in her middle thirties.
"I thought Alice was supposed to spend the night with Joyce," Beverly whispered to her husband who stood behind her, towering over her shoulder. He put his arms about her, carefully permitting her breasts to rest on them.
"Maybe Jo had a date or some other change of plans. Anyway it's good to know she's home and not out with some punk that's always trying to get in her pants."
Robert nudged Brent and they both suppressed smiles. Brent wondered what the father would do if he had seen what his two daughters had been doing only minutes before.
"Honey, all that food and liquor has made me as horny as hell and those go-go dancers throwing their asses around didn't help. Let's get in bed. I want a nice piece of hair pie." Charles squeezed his wife's breasts a little harder and dragged her out of the room.
As their footsteps faded down the hall the two girls jumped from the-bed and were joined by the two boys. "Looks like your old man can still jazz your mother," Robert said to Alice.
"You should see my father's prick," she retorted. "Then you wouldn't think he was so old. He'd make your joy stick look like a pencil."
"Oh yeah?" Robert shot back. "That I'd like to see."
"All right, come on, for pete's sake, don't make any noise." Alice took Robert's hand and started out.
"Alice, are you crazy?" Susan began but they were gone. She sighed and took Brent's hand and led him into the dark hall. They followed the other two until they stopped outside a bedroom door. Alice pressed her ear to the panel. She placed her finger to her lips and turned the knob carefully. The door swung inward a few inches and they all crowded around to see.
Charles was standing behind his wife, tugging the zipper of her dress downward. He slipped his hands into the opening at the back and they saw her breasts sway as he released them from the confines of her brassiere. She moaned softly as he began to fondle them roughly. She let the dress fall away and stood only in panties and pantyhose.
Brent caught his breath and Robert swallowed hard at the stunning sight. They knew now where the girls got their beauty. She was the mother.
Charles slipped his hands down over her hips and underneath the panties. He continued to push downward and her lovely body was exposed to them as the material fell away like a discarded skin.
At the sight of the dark triangle at the junction of her thighs Brent and Robert began to experience a simultaneous erection. As Robert's expanded it brushed across Alice's buttocks. She reached behind her and pushed the torrid knob away. It returned to nudge her again.
Charles stepped away from his wife and quickly began to disrobe. As his pants fell away and he stood in his shorts Alice shoved Robert's organ aside again and moved her head so he could get a better look. Her father pushed his shorts away and both boys were touched with a tinge of envy at the sight. He was only partly erect but already he had more length than both of them.
They watched him push his wife back onto the bed and lower himself until his head was buried between her thighs. As the slurping sound began, Brent felt something warm and wet encircle his penis and found that Susan had dropped to her knees and was trying to swallow it. As he watched the Father's head bob between the mother's thighs he was beginning his climb to the peak of ecstasy as the daughter's hungry mouth worked at him.
Robert and Alice slipped away and returned to their room. Almost before she could throw herself across the bed he was on her. A few exploratory probes and he found the drooling opening. He pushed deep into her and savored the delightful sensation of her flesh stretching to receive his invasion.
In three different parts of the house, four people experienced an almost simultaneous orgasm. Beverly thrashed wildly about beneath her husband's smacking lips. Then, with a moan of sheer pleasure she exploded. Brent held back as long as he could but then he couldn't stop the squirts of fluid that gushed into Susan's mouth. His legs went rubbery and he almost collapsed. Alice received her climax first then lunged back at Robert to help him over the peak.
Brent and Susan reentered the room as he withdrew himself from the limp girl. He quickly gathered up his clothes and began to put them on. Robert sat quietly on the side of the bed and watched him dress.
"You better get your clothes on, man," Brent paused to grin at him. "We better blow this place before the old man gets through. Right now he's so busy we could drive right out and he'd never hear us."
Brent waited patiently while the boy dressed then turned to gather Susan into his arms. "So long, honey. Keep that little nest warm for me. I'll be back."
She kissed him, "When?"
"As soon as I get another load on." He grinned and stroked her nipple into a bud. "I'll call you." He planted a kiss on the bud and the two boys were gone. Alice was too tired to protest as Robert left without a final kiss.
They sneaked quietly from the house and, keeping to the shadows of the trees, slipped down the long drive to the street. They paused at the gate and Robert shook his head. "Man, I still don't believe what happened tonight. The whole deal was screwy as hell."
Brent smiled, "Yeah, I find it pretty hard to swallow myself. But I learned a long time ago to take things as they come. If two girls want to give it away together, well, hell, I'll take it and I don't give a damn who sees me."
Robert thought about that for a long moment then grinned and held out his hand. "I thought I'd hate the guts of any guy who screwed my girl but this has been one hell of a good time."
Brent shook the hand and watched the boy walk away. He did not realize how tired he was until he climbed into his car and started the motor. He was glad the following day was Saturday and he would only have to work half a day. He drove home.
His mother's car was not in the drive when he arrived and he knew she had not yet returned from work. He could see a light in the living room as he parked the car and got out. He let himself into the house and stood for a moment in the dark hall. He could see Brenda stretched on the couch before the television. She appeared to be asleep.
As he started past the door toward his own room he glanced at her again and stopped. She was wearing a thin yellow baby doll negligee and he could see she was nude beneath it. He felt his loins protesting as he stared at the shadowy mound beneath her stomach. His eyes swept to her breasts and he felt himself becoming excited.
The memory of the rumors came to him again and he moved into the room. He began to search her face for any sign of similarity to his own and, as before, he found none. He shook his head. She was his sister but her father was not his father. He went to his room.
He was sitting on his bed, fully dressed, when his mother arrived. He met her in the hall before she had a chance to awaken the girl.
"Mom, can I see you a minute." He spoke softly and his mother knew something was wrong.
"Why yes, darling." She smiled uncertainly. "What about?"
"Come in my room."
She followed him into the room and he closed the door. He indicated the bed, "Sit down, mom."
She sank slowly onto the bed and tried to smile at him. His face was so hard, determined. "What is it, Brent?" Her heart began to pound.
"Mom, is Brenda my sister?"
She was stunned. She searched his face as if trying to determine how much he really knew. His jaw was set and his eyes were intense.
"Why Brent, of course she is."
"Tell me about it, mom."
"What is there to tell? I don't understand."
"Oh, cut it out, mom. I'm not stupid anymore. I've heard all those damn rumors and I want to know all about it. Please tell me."
"What rumors, darling?" she asked softly.
Brent thought carefully for a long moment, then began, "Aunt Gladys said something a long time ago I've never been able to forget. One day I heard you and her fussing and when she left I heard her say Brenda was a little bastard."
His mother winced and tears sprang into her eyes. She nodded slowly, "What did you say to her?"
"She left before I could say anything but after that I heard others talking about Dad and Brenda. They try to keep me from hearing but I want to know, mom. I want to know now."
He reached out and smeared a tear from her face with his fingers. "Please mom, I don't want to hurt you but I gotta know what happened."
She took a deep breath, "I guess you have a right to know, Brent. I only pray you'll forgive me after I tell you."
"Don't worry about that mom, I'll always love you just the same, but I've got to know. Is Brenda my sister?"
"Yes, she's your sister, your half-sister, I mean. You both are my children but," she sighed tiredly, "her father isn't your father." She paused but when he made no further attempt to interrupt she continued. "She's the reason your father left me. For a long time I managed to make him believe Brenda was his but he found out."
His mother fumbled a tissue from her purse. She wiped at her eyes and blew her nose. "After I made that first mistake I was determined to raise my children to be better than I was. I still want you both to grow up decent. I'm proud of both my kids."
Brent cut in, "I know that, mom. I still want to know what happened."
"It all started when we went to a New Year's party. You don't really know your father but he had your good looks. He was all over the women and he drank a lot that night. I met this man and he was so nice to me. He gave me drinks and we got friendly. Your father didn't mind for the simple reason he was having himself such a good time with one of the girls at his office.
"It was a new year and I tried not to mind what was going on. After a while I knew I had had enough. I was drunk, plain drunk, and I couldn't find your father. Someone had told me he had left with that woman and, like a fool, I let the man take me home. But we went to his apartment and I let him-"
Her voice broke and the tears flowed unchecked. Finally she claimed, "He took me to bed. I didn't even try to stop him. He did it to me and I got pregnant. I didn't know at that time but I found out later. I got home first and when your father got home he was drunk too. He tried to make love to me that night but he passed out before he could. If he had maybe I could believe Brenda was his, but he didn't make it.
"I knew your father couldn't remember what had happened that night. When I found out I was pregnant I managed to make him think it had happened that night he was drunk." She smiled bitterly, "Too many of our dear friends knew I had left the party with another man and someone reminded your father.
"After Brenda was born she was so different from you he could see it. He started to beat me, trying to make me tell him I was unfaithful. Finally I couldn't stand any more and I told him everything." She began to sob again, "After that he left."
Brent stood up and placed his hand on his mother's shoulder. So Brenda was only a half-sister. The memory of the young girl in the thin yellow negligee lying on the couch came to him again. This time he savored the vision with delight. He squeezed his mother's shoulder gently.
"Everything's all right now, mom. Dry your eyes and let's forget the whole thing. The old man left the party with another woman so I'm not blaming you for what happened. It's all over."
She wiped at her eyes and smiled sadly at him, "Then you won't tell Brenda?" She asked hopefully.
"Of course not, she doesn't need to know. You go on to bed. If she sees you've been crying she'll ask a hundred questions. I'll wake her up and send her to bed."
His mother arose and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so sweet to understand, Brent. I love my darling, both my darlings.
Goodnight."
She went out and Brent stood for a long time, permitting the things she had told him to chase about in his mind. Suppressing his growing excitement he went into the living room. Brenda lay still on the couch. He placed his hand on the full warm mound of her breast and shook gently. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw him. She stretched voluptuously and became aware of his hand on her breast.
"Where's mom?"
"She's gone to bed and it's time for you to go too. Get up."
She placed her hand on his and flattened her breast beneath them. "I like that, Brent." Her face became sober and her eyes met his. He saw the unspoken question in them.
"Brenda, can you be home tomorrow afternoon when mom goes to work?"
The question surprised her. "Brent, what do you mean?"
"Tomorrow's Saturday and I get off at noon. I'm going to come home and if you're here I'll show you how I get it all into a girl."
Her eyes began to shine and her face lit up in a happy smile. "I'll be here Brent, I'll be here."
He brushed her lips with his and pulled her to her feet. He watched her swing her buttocks invitingly as she left the room. He was tempted to follow her into her room. He switched off the television and lights before he returned to his own room.
As usual Brenda was the one to wake him up. But this morning she appeared to be thoughtful, almost subdued. She had put on her robe and belted it tightly. Her eyes locked with his and he could see she was troubled.
"What's the matter, Brenda?" Her mood began to infect him.
She leaned close and whispered, "Do you think we should? I mean, after all you're my brother."
"Well, if you don't want to."
She cut in quickly, "Oh, but I do. It's just-" She let the rest trail away.
He patted her hand. "All right, we'll let it go until I get home then we'll see what happens."
St. John seemed to be lost in thought when Brent walked into the office. In an attempt to lighten his mood, Brent grinned, "Looks like you missed your morning piece. I don't see the bloom in your cheeks."
Buster stared at him for a long moment then smiled wanly, "As a matter-of-fact, I did. How about you?"
"Let me join the club," he lied, "I didn't get any either."
"Shit." But his mood seemed to lighten. "My ass bleeds for you. That damn Chuck must have scored big, I've never seen him so happy. He's been whistling all morning and he came in early too."
"Lucky prick," Brent growled and went to change into his coveralls.
Chuck came in as he was zippering himself into the suit. He pounded Brent on the shoulder and chuckled gleefully, "Boy, that little cunt you fixed me up with last night really put it out. Man I blew my nuts off."
Brent smiled at him. "So now you've got some. I don't have to ask how you feel, it's written all over you."
"She was a damn good looking woman too." He frowned, "Only thing I don't understand is she froze up when I asked for another date."
"See, I told you to play it cool."
"Well, hell, she was so sweet about it while we were doing it. I thought she enjoyed it too. She didn't have to let me do it the first time, you know. In fact, I didn't have to try hard. She wasn't even wearing any pants. She wanted it."
Brent scratched his head. "Dames are funny ones. Forget her."
"Forget 'er, hell. She's the prettiest piece I ever had. I'd sure like to come on that one again."
"Look Chuck, it's about time you learned a few things. You always say you gotta have a pretty one, you can't stand the dogs. Well it so happens, some of those pretty ones ain't worth an ounce of shit. Some of those ugly ones can make you blow your nuts like dynamite. Take that gal across the street, small tits, you say. Okay, but I bet she's got a crack that can really cream your banana."
"Maybe so, but I'm satisfied for a while. Thanks pal."
"Let's get to work before St. John busts a gut."
Chuck went to wash a car and Brent busied himself with a tune-up. He had just finished tightening a spark plug and prepared to extract another when he heard St. John whistle. Both the boys rushed to the window to see what had captured his attention.
"Damn," Chuck whispered, "Will you look at that. That's what I call sex with a capital S."
Coming across the street toward the gas station was Renee, wearing a tight-fitting summer dress that displayed her charms delightfully. She walked with the fluid motion of hips that only French girls could perform correctly. The bodice was cut in a low half-circle and her breasts rose beautifully from it.
She walked into the office and favored St. John with a heart-rending smile. " 'Alio, mester St. John, ah, that is your name, oui?"
"Oui, uh I mean yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Buster stammered like a shy high school boy. Brent couldn't permit himself to laugh.
"My car, she have troubles somewheres. Can you see?"
"Why sure, hey Brent, come here."
Brent went into the office and the girl turned her dazzling smile on him. " 'Alio, Bre-ent."
"Hi Renee, having car trouble?"
"She make the noise, I think. Come, you drive around the streets with Renee and you hear, no?"
Brent glanced at his boss and St. John nodded, reluctantly. Renee approached him and patted him on the cheek with her small hand. "You are a sweet man, Brent has told me much about you. Perhaps sometime we can meet again, no?"
Buster could only nod dumbly as the girl turned and moved away. As Brent pulled the car into the street Chuck dug him in the ribs with his elbow. "Ain't that some classy pussy?"
St. John frowned hard at the boy. "Chuck, I wish you'd try to get your mind out of your pants just for a while." As he turned and stalked away Chuck made an obscene gesture in his direction.
Brent glanced at the girl as she slid over to snuggle up to him. "The car sounds okay."
"Do not worry about the car, Bre-ent. Worry about Renee. She miss you so much." She raised her lips to him and Brent kissed her.
"Honey, you could get me fired pulling a stunt like this. I told you I'd call you."
"Ah, but Renee cannot wait. I come to tell you Renee will always be ready, remember?"
He traced his finger over the curve of her breast and let it dip into the valley between. "All right, honey, I'll remember. Now when we get back to the station I'll raise your hood and check for the boss. I benefit." He smiled at her. "He's one tough guy and doesn't care too much for monkeying around. I'll call you first time I get a chance."
"Promise?" She wrinkled her nose at him.
"Promise!" He smiled.
St. John was watching from the window as Brent pulled into the station. He went out to bask in Renee's smiles as Brent checked under the hood. He closed the hood and came to stand beside his boss. "You better start buying your gas here, Renee. That cheap stuff they sold you is making it knock. It'll be okay as soon as it's burned out."
"Ah, thank you Bre-ent." She laughed softly and patted Buster's hand where it lay on the door. She leaned forward to start the motor and gave him a breathtaking view of lovely breasts as the front of her dress fell away.
Brent noticed St. John's thoughtful expression as they returned to the office. As he started toward the repair section he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Who is that girl, Brent?"
"That's Susan's maid. I told her if she ever had car trouble to bring it on in and we'd fix it, why?"
St. John dropped into his chair and frowned thoughtfully at a picture of his beautiful wife on the desk. Finally he sighed, "Do you think Gloria would find out if I slipped out for a fresh piece of tail?"
Brent was mildly surprised at the question.
"I don't see how she could. I sure as hell ain't gonna tell her."
"Hell, you don't know my wife. If I stuck this prick into some strange pussy she'd smell it."
"So wash it off before you give it back to her."
"Oh shit, cut the corn. If I got me some fresh meat and she found out she'd get the house, the station, car and everything I've got. The divorce would wipe my ass out."
"She'd have to prove it." Brent saw the picture of his wife smiling at her husband and felt a tinge of guilt. He had no right to encourage his boss to cheat on his wife.
"Brent, could you fix me up with that little French maid?"
"Renee," Brent was surprised, "Oh hell, I should have known. The way she was wiggling her ass at you she almost had you paralyzed."
"I've always had a weakness for French tail. Do you think she'd put out?"
"Sure she will. She-likes it as much as you do."
"You know so much about her. I bet you've already had her."
"So what? I don't own her and I wouldn't object if you got some. Want me to set it up for you?"
"Would you, Brent?" His face lit up. "Well, get busy. How about tonight."
"Man, you sure got it up for her."
"You ain't kidding. I almost wish I was a tampax just so's I could get into her."
"Okay, I'll try to get in touch with her as soon as she gets home."
Buster's face lost its grin of anticipation and he frowned, "What about Gloria."
"What about her?"
"Oh nothing, I guess. I hope to hell she doesn't find out."
Brent tried to ease his mind, "You had better be ready for some real scorching action. She'll burn rubber in any gear."
"Okay, I'll use mud grips."
"Mud grip rubbers?" Brent grinned, "That's as new to me as re-caps."
"Oh get outta here, let a man think." St. John smiled thinly.
Brent glanced at his watch and decided she had arrived home by then. He dialed the Clinton number and the receiver was picked up almost immediately. "Clinton residence." The French accent was unmistakable.
"Renee, this is Brent."
"Ah, 'alio lover, you call reel queek," she giggled delightfully.
"Can anyone hear us, Renee?"
"Just one moment." There was a long silence then she was back. "All is well, Bre-ent. You can speak without fear." .
"Renee, listen. You remember my boss. You saw him this morning. He wants a date with you but no one must know: You understand?"
"Ah yes, because of hees wife, no?"
"That's right. What time do you get off tonight, same as usual."
"Yes."
"All right then, you be at the front gate at eight sharp. I'll tell him to drive by and you just get in. Do me a big favor and show him a good time and he'll show you one too. Be good to him, the poor guy's been wanting you ever since he saw you."
"Ah, don't you worry, lover," she laughed softly, "Renee will, as you say, change his oil."
"Okay baby, then it's all set." He blew a kiss and hung up.
Buster came in and gave him a questioning look. Brent gave him the okay sign and told him of the arrangement. The picture of Gloria bothered him as he went back to work. Then it was time to go home.