Chapter 5
The next morning Bobby Reynolds slept late. Liz had kept at him most of the night, and it was four a.m. before he had finally gotten to sleep. When he went to bed he was totally depleted, but you can't keep a good fifteen-year-old down, and when he awoke he was as ready as ever.
Liz was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper when he bounced down the stairs at noon. He went over and without a word kissed her quickly on the mouth. She hugged him.
"How do you feel this morning?" she asked when they separated.
"Great," he said happily, "I feel just great." He sat down across from her. "Yesterday was my last day of school, and I've got the whole summer ahead of me with nothing at all to do."
"Oh, I think we can find something to occupy your time," she smiled, and reached across to brush his hair out of his eyes. "You know, there are a lot of horny women around."
"Too bad they're not all like you and Barbara."
"That's one thing you'll learn quickly," she said. "Most people are so hung up they don't even know what's good for them."
"You seem to know what's good for me," he grinned.
"I know what's good, period," she said flatly. "Love is good. Sex is good. And sex with people you love is best of all."
"Amen," he laughed.
"Okay, I guess I'm just in a serious mood today, but you know this family wouldn't have half its problems if some of its members believed what I just said."
"You mean Mom?"
"Exactly."
"You think she'll ever come around?" he asked.
"I doubt it," Liz frowned, "I think she's too old."
"She's only thirty-nine!" Bobby said defensively.
"But she'll be forty next month." She paused. "I don't know, maybe there's hope for her."
"Meanwhile I'm hungry!" Bobby bellowed.
"Want some eggs?" Liz asked.
"Scrambled." He took the paper and turned to the comics while Liz got up to cook.
"Where is Barbara?" he asked as he read.
"She has finals today. I hope she does well-she didn't get much chance to study last night."
They glanced at each other and smiled wickedly. Now that Liz was standing, Bobby could see what she had on. She wore a leather halter top that revealed the femininity of her slightly hunched, narrow shoulders and her smooth, curved back. A pair of tight jeans cut off into hot pants hugged her hips and bottom, and at the end of her long legs were high-heeled sandals. As he watched her move around the kitchen, Bobby could feel the juices rise again, and the warmth within him surged up until it matched the warmth of the sunny June day.
"You look fantastic today," he said.
She smiled and brought over his breakfast. "Well, thank you, sir," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek, "I always look good after I've been well fucked."
"And you're going to be well fucked all summer. I'll see to that."
She sat down with a fresh cup of coffee. "That's something I want to talk over with you," she said seriously. He listened in silence, respectful of her opinions. She went on. "There's one thing about what we've been doing that you should know. When a person who hasn't had much experience with sex, like you, gets involved in this sort of thing, there is a real danger that they'll get hung up on it."
"I don't understand," he said.
"Some people think there is a special attraction to doing it with your own family, and that it's possible to enjoy it so much that someone could conceivably lose all interest in other people outside the family unit. Do you understand that?"
"I think so," he said.
"Well then, if you indulge in it occasionally there is no problem, as I see it, so long as you make it with other people as well."
"Then what is our problem?"
"The thing is," she went on, "that you have never been with anyone but Barbara and me and we don't want to be responsible for screwing you up."
"I get it, you think I should make it with someone that's not part of the family."
"Right. Any ideas?"
"Well, sure. Holly, of course. We've been going out together for six months. I would've balled her long ago if she'd let me."
"What will she do?" Liz asked.
"That's what puzzles me," he said. "She lets me finger her and she jerks me off, but that's all."
"Maybe she is afraid of getting pregnant."
He considered this. "No, she says she's on the pill."
Liz laughed. "Dear little brother, you'd be surprised how many girls your age don't take the pill but say they do, just to sound cool."
"Really?" She nodded. "Of course Barbara and I and just about every other girl my age are on them, but girls Holly's age are still a little young to walk into a gynecologist's office and ask for birth-control pills. Unless of course her mother buys them for her, but her mother's dead, isn't she?"
Bobby nodded. "Then what do you think we can do?"
"Well, the first thing to do is get her over here and get at her."
"How do we do that?" he asked.
Liz thought for a few minutes. "How hot does she get when you frig her?"
Bobby positively grinned. "It's incredible. I barely have to touch her and she goes and goes. In fact, she hasn't gone home from a date once in four months that she didn't have wet pants."
"Terrific," Liz said. "Then maybe all we have to do is . . . you get her over here. I'll take care of the rest."
Bobby looked at her skeptically. "I don't know," he said, "I've been trying all spring."
"That's just it. Maybe you've been trying too hard. Besides, there are some things a girl can find out that a guy can't. You just do as I say and I'll have you fucking your little girlfriend this afternoon."
"Oh, wow," he said enthusiastically. "Today is going to be even better than I thought."
When Holly Aldrich arrived at the Reynolds' home, Bobby and Liz were lying naked on the living room couch, quietly licking each other's genitals. At the sound of the doorbell his sister gave the boy's prick a last, long loving suck that went Pop as the organ left her open mouth, and jumped up to pull on her clothes.
"Now, remember what I told you," she said, "get upstairs and stay out of sight until I signal to come in."
"You're the boss," Bobby said, disappearing up the stairs, his clothes under his arm.
Liz straightened her top and shorts and went to answer the door. She left her shoes off in the hope that she would be less likely to intimidate the young girl if she were barefoot. She had never met Holly and she was dying to find out what Bobby's girlfriend was like.
"Hi. You must be Holly," she said as she ushered the tiny blonde inside.
"Is Bobby home?" the girl asked defensively, looking around quickly. "He called and said to come right over."
Liz closed the door behind her and led the girl into the living room. "I know he did. He had to go out for a minute, and he told me to hold you here till he got back," Liz said.
"Oh," Holly said quietly, "maybe I should come back later."
"Nonsense. Come right in and sit down. It'll give us a chance to get to know each other." Liz sat and watched the young girl hesitatingly join her on the couch, where only moments before she had been blowing her brother.
She silently complimented her brother on his choice of girlfriends. This chick was one of the cutest little blondes she had ever seen. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall, and her straight yellow hair reached easily halfway to the floor. Her naturally rosy cheeks blended prettily with the bright blue of her eyes, and her tiny nose turned up ever so slightly at the end, punctuating her cuteness. Her bust was not large under the corduroy shirt she wore, but Liz reminded herself that this girl was, after all, only fifteen; she had years of development ahead of her. As she sat near, Liz noticed that a clean smell of lemon enveloped her.
"You're Elizabeth," Holly said slowly.
"That's right, but call me Liz, please."
"Okay."
They were both silent for a moment. Liz decided it was time to break the ice. "Do you mind if I say something?" she asked. Holly shook her head. "I'd like to say that I had no idea you were as pretty as you are." It worked. Holly's cheeks blushed crimson and broke into a wide smile of relief. Liz lit a cigarette and waited.
"It's funny, you know, I never had any boyfriends until just this year. Now that I'm dating Bobby, I get asked out all the time."
"Hold on there," Liz interrupted, "if you're cheating on my brother I don't want to know about it."
"Oh no, it's not that," Holly said quickly. "I was just remarking on how things change."
"I know. I was only kidding," Liz said. "It happens to most of us that way. What I was younger I couldn't have gotten a boy to touch me if I'd paid him to do it. Now I have to fight them off."
"I can imagine, you're so beautiful," Holly said, gazing at the older girl.
"Why, thank you, Holly. I can tell that when you're older you'll have to beat them away, too."
"I have to now, sometimes," she whispered confidingly. "You know, that brother of yours is a real crazy man sometimes."
"I know," Liz said, then added quickly, "He acts kind of crazy around here, too. But there's nothing crazy about wanting to ball, is there?" She left it there for a moment and changed the subject. "If you're wondering why Bobby called you over it's because I brought you two a present." She reached into her pock-etbook and took out an ounce of marijuana. As she spoke she took out some papers and began rolling a joint. "Bobby said you love to smoke so I brought this from Boston."
"Oh, wow. What a nice thing to do. Thanks. Where is it from, Mexico?"
"No," Liz said, "It's real Columbian. If you don't throw it away on your friends this stuff will last you all summer. Want to try it?"
"Sure," Holly said, moving closer to Liz. "You know, we usually get our stuff from my brother Carl, but all he can get is lousy Mexican. I've always wanted some of this."
The girls began taking hits on the joint, drawing the raw smoke deep into their lungs, holding it, and passing it back to the other. With her first toke Liz felt the weed's effect. She reminded herself not to indulge too far; she did not want to get blasted and fuck up the whole plan.
"Take it easy on that," she said, exhaling. "Half a 'j' of this and you'll be on the moon. Want a soda?"
Holly nodded and drew again on the cigarette. Liz went over and closed the drapes to increase the room's atmosphere. When she got back to the couch, Holly was stretched out with her bare feet on the coffee table, the half-smoked joint smoldering in the ashtray. Liz put it out and sat down. She passed a bottle of orange soda to the blissful girl and drank some of her own.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh yeah, the soda's great."
"Not the soda, the grass."
Holly laughed hysterically at her own deliberate miscomprehension. "Oh, the grass," she repeated, "Yeah, it's great."
"Make you want to do things?"
The little blonde spread her hands wide in front of her. "It makes me want to do everything!"
"Want to see something wild?"
The fifteen-year-old looked at her absently. "Sure," she said.
"Come on," Liz said, "I want to show you something better than grass." She took Holly by the hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. As they passed Bobby's room he peeked Out, a questioning look on his face, but Liz shook her head at him and moved on.
"Sit on the bed while I show you my newest toy."
Holly plopped down obediently and watched as Liz rummaged through her suitcases.
"That grass isn't the only thing I brought back from Boston. Take a look at this." She found what she was looking for and brought it over to the bed. She sat down close beside the stoned girl and placed in her hands a nine-inch plastic vibrator.
"Oh wow! It's a fake prick!" Holly exclaimed.
"That's right, and it does everything a real one does, and more." Liz switched it on. The spaced-out chick squealed with pleasure as the vibrator hummed and shook in her hands.
"Far out! Show me how it works."
Liz smiled wickedly and stood up. She slowly stripped off her clothes, deliberately enticing the young girl who stared at her, open-mouthed in appreciation. When it was done, and in Holly's condition it seemed to take hours, Liz stood in front of her, her moistening cunt only inches from the youngster's face. Holly suddenly reached out and planted a firm kiss on the thick bush of hair between her legs. Liz felt herself actually distill into fuck. Overcome with emotion and want, she crushed the pretty girl upon the bed and stripped her. Holly fought. It was only after Liz had laid bare the heaving tits of the fifteen-year-old that she realized the girl was not struggling to get away, but trying as best she could to help Liz undress her.
Liz became fired with lust. She tugged down the faded jeans and wrapped her arms and legs around the girl, plastering her mouth to Holly's sweet lips.
The black and blonde hair of the girls meshed together, snaring them in a net of passion from which there was no escape.
Bobby watched from the doorway as his sister and his girlfriend thrashed about on the bed. His prick got hard at the sight of it. His hands went down and he pumped his erection with both hands, trying in vain to quell the storm that raged in him in response to the unexpected lesbianism he was witnessing.
But he remembered Liz's instructions. He was not to intervene. His whole being wanted to, cried out to, but he was not ready to go against her orders and jeopardize her plan. Hold on boy, he told himself, it won't be long now. He kept himself well out of sight and watched the show.
Holly had thrown her arms around Liz's neck and pushed her mouth against the other's lips. She twisted this way and that, heaving and pitching as the dark girl's hands wandered over her body in a frenzied search.
Liz could taste the girl's sweet tongue in her mouth as it jabbed and stabbed against her own. The slippery muscle probed deep into her throat. Liz sucked it in between her hungry lips.
Holly was enveloped in a haze of marijuana intoxication. She could not see what was happening to her, at least not in any conscious way, but she could feel everything around her, absolutely everything, and it all felt so good! The mouth on her was far more passionate than Bobby's had ever been, the flesh softer, more fragrant, more yielding to her hands.
Liz caressed Holly and the young blonde caressed her back. Their hands touched tender nipples, soft skin, and supple curves. They pressed their breasts together, forming a soft pillow of flesh between their straining bodies. Their hands met as they both reached to touch the silky globes. Their fingers clutched together, pulling their bodies even harder against each other.
Liz felt driven. The knowledge that she was fucking a girl that would soon fuck her brother blinded her to all caution. Her most deeply hidden desires came out. Her ferocious instincts, carefully concealed by centuries of civilization, began to reassert their presence in the character of her being. There was one thing she had always wanted to do; one act that had tempted her since childhood; one crime she had wondered about, had dreamed of committing, but always known was beyond the reach of her female powers.
In the most secret region of her mind had always lurked the desire to take a woman's virginity.
Now she saw a way to fulfill that longing. As her brother watched in delirious horror, Liz scooped the vibrator from the floor with one hand. In a single swift movement she flipped Holly over on her back and wrenched her legs apart. She flung herself between them and banged her bare cunt against the nearly hairless crotch of the young blonde. She cunt-humped her. She heaved and pitched until Holly was bucking beneath her in wet excitement, until the young girl's hole was yawning open with arousal.
Then she made her move. She pulled back for a second and sank the long, thin machine deep into her own pink crevice. She twisted it around until she was sure it was well lubricated. Then she took it out and, after fitting it carefully at the entrance, gave a tremendous push, which sent the vibrator halfway into Holly's virgin vagina.
The little blonde stiffened instantly and struggled to suppress a scream. A second shove sent the plastic penis well into her. She clutched desperately at the sides of the bed as Liz placed the exposed end of the tool against the base of her own belly and began to hump again, driving the device in and out of the insulted organ, as though it were a prick of her own.
Bobby was thunderstruck. He lost all interest in his own pleasure as he tried to place together the pieces of what had just happened. Had his sister really robbed him of the ecstasy of destroying his girlfriend's last sexual defense? Had she really broke through Holly's maiden wall with a phony phallus? He felt a tremendous blow to his ego as he saw Holly's response to this outrage: she had locked her legs over Liz's back and was muttering vulgar words of encouragement.
He watched the nude girls in front of him, their arms around each other, their tongues in each other's mouth, their bottoms bucking furiously on the bed. His sister was where he wanted to be, on top of Holly, their groins grinding together, her tits pressed against her chest.
Liz was fucking her, but instead of a prick, she was using a pink, plastic vibrator. He could see it sliding in and out of Holly's cunt.
He turned to go: he did not want to see anymore.
He stopped down the hall as the searing sound of the girls' mutual orgasm shattered his depression. He hurried back to the room.
Liz climbed off Holly and drew the dildo slowly from her cunt. She placed it on the night table by the bed. It glistened with come, and its tip was stained red with the young girl's virgin blood. She lit a cigarette.
Bobby stood in the doorway, naked and speechless. His girl was on her back, naked, her legs stretched out wide on the bed, her little hairless slit looking raw and red. She propped herself up on one elbow and accepted a smoke from Liz.
"Holly," he started.
She turned and saw him and her eyes went wide with delight. "Bobby!" she squealed.
He hesitated at the door, too confused by all that had happened to move. He was surprised that she seemed so happy to see him.
"Well, don't just stand there, you gorgeous bastard," she said. "Get that big, beautiful cock of yours over here and fuck me!"
He came over to the bed. All the hurt was gone. She wanted him. It was all right. Everything was all right.