Chapter 4
Her first instinct was to ignore it, but it kept ringing, and finally, she was forced out of her nice warm bed, and made her sleepy way across the room to answer it.
"Margo?"
"MMMmmm?"
"Honey, it's Kirk."
"Hi," she muttered, still half asleep.
"Margo, wake up, would you?"
"OK, OK! Only don't shout! What time is it anyway?"
"Noon."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I'm calling because I want to come over and take you and your sisters to breakfast. Or rather lunch."
"I don't know if it's such a great idea Kirk."
"Why not? You know, I've never met either of them before."
"That's exactly what I mean!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, Kirk, I'll call you tomorrow OK?" she said, and prepared to hang up the phone.
"Not so fast! Margo, why don't you want me to meet your sisters? Do you think I'm going to fuck them something?"
Margo paused a minute. She hadn't really thought it through before, but that was exactly what she thought.
Why should that bother her so much, anyway?
She wasn't jealous, but somehow, she was just the slightest bit afraid of Kirk. Or of Kirk and her together.
She knew that she was pretty uninhibited sexually, but he was truly wild, and knew absolutely no limitations, no boundaries. When they were together, she became as reckless as he was. That was fine for her, but somehow, she worried about her sisters a little bit. They might not be able to take him, and God alone knew what kinky scenes he might think up. No, it was better that he didn't meet them. At least not today. Celeste had already had more than enough for one week end, and Margo didn't see any reason to push things.
Kirk was still on the phone, letting her think it through. He was very perceptive about such things, and waited for her to say something before he began a new line of attack.
"No Kirk, I really don't think that it's a good idea. Just trust me, all right? I'll explain everything to you when we see each other tomorrow, OK? Now please, just leave me alone right now, and let me spend the day with Celeste and Pam myself."
"Margo, what is going on? Why don't you want me to meet them? You're not usually like this!"
"Kirk, please!" she said in a strained tone, and then she hung up.
She stuffed the phone under the pillow, so if he tried to call back, he would get a busy signal.
She went back into the bedroom.
Pam and Celeste were asleep, their arms clasped around each other.
Margo smiled, and then she slipped into her jeans and a shirt. She went down to get the paper. Maybe the three of them would go to the theater, or to a museum or something.
It was a crisp fall day, and she took a deep breath as she hit Lexington Avenue. It smelled pretty good, at least for New York.
She stopped in a bakery to buy some croissants, and a jar of fresh strawberry preserves.
She wasn't especially hungry, but she thought that Pam and Celeste might be when they got up, and she wanted to have something in the house for them.
Then, she noticed the drugstore was having a sale on sunglasses, and she really needed a new pair so she stopped in for a few minutes. Drugstores are ever seductive places, and before she was through, Margo had bought a bottle of nail polish, two lipsticks and a new package of nail files in addition to the sunglasses.
Then, she went upstairs.
She was surprised to find Pam chattering away on the telephone. She broke off when she saw Margo come in, saying, "Oh, I've got to go. Here she is. Well, I'll look forward to seeing you in a little while then, OK?."
She hung up.
"Who was that?" Margo asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Your friend Kirk."
"I thought I put the phone off the hook!" exploded Margo, as she put her packages down with an angry thud on the wood table behind her.
"Oh, did you do that on purpose? I just heard it making that funny beeping noise, and I thought you had forgotten it, so I hung it up again. Then, the phone rang, and it was Kirk."
"Uh huh!" sulked Margo.
"What are you so angry about, anyway? I thought that you liked him!"
"Oh, I do, I do!"
"So what's going on? He said he wants to meet us, and that we'll all go out for brunch. It sounds fine to me."
"Oh Jesus!"
"Margo, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing!" she said in an exasperated tone of voice. Then, to herself she added, "The bastard!"
Pam looked confused but said nothing.
Margo surveyed her sister's naked form.
"Well, for God's sake, get dressed, would you? You don't want to be naked when he gets here, do you?"
"OK, OK, only don't yell at me!"
Their voices woke Celeste as well, and the two of them were still getting dressed as the door bell buzzed.
"I'll get it! You two go in there and finish getting dressed!" Margo ordered curtly.
"Hi Kirk!" she said smoothly as she let him in.
"Hi honey!" he said, kissing her full pouting lips.
She stepped neatly out of his reach.
"I guess Pam told you that I would be over."
"Yes, she did."
"Well, you could be a bit more gracious about it, my dear!"
"Let's wait and see if you deserve it!" she said, as she shot him a long, meaningful look.
Just then, Pam came into the room, followed by Celeste.
"Kirk, I'd like you to meet my sisters," Margo said.
She watched his eyes travel up and down the two girls, and her mouth tightened as she noticed how his gaze lingered on Celeste's high, full tits that were outlined clearly by her maroon Danskin, and Pam's sexy thighs in her tight jeans.
"Pleased to meet you," Kirk said with a charming smile, and he extended his hand to each of them.
He took them out for omelet's, and he chatted with them amiably the whole time.
Margo could see that they were clearly captivated by his smooth, urbane manner, his wit, his style.
She was silent and aloof, but she had to admit that so far, he had done nothing amiss.
When they went off to the ladies' room together, he took her hand and stroked it sensuously.
"Now, now, don't sulk, Margo. It's most unbecoming!"
She glared at him, but she didn't say anything.
"You shouldn't be so selfish Margo! Just because you like to suck your sisters' cunts shouldn't mean that no one else can!"
Her jaw dropped open. She hadn't told him about Pam, so how could he know about it?
He saw her startled expression and he laughed.
"Don't look so shocked! I know you pretty well by now! I knew that something strange was going on, but I couldn't figure out what it was."
"How did you guess?" she asked.
"Oh, by little things. It wasn't you so much, but the two of them, especially the youngest one. Something about the way she would look at you, or at Pam. I can't put my finger on it really. I only know that I can usually sense when people are having sex. And I could smell this one a mile off!"
He chuckled again.
She really didn't know what to say. She hadn't told him about Pam because she thought that despite his very liberal attitudes on the subject, this might freak him out a little bit.
But clearly, he was amused rather than angry.
"So you think that this is funny?" she said.
"Funny is not exactly the right word. I would say more like erotic. Very, very erotic."
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Margo baby, do you think that you're the first one to discover incest? I've been fucking my sister for years! I was her first, and she was mine. She lives in Chicago now, but whenever she's in New York for a family gathering or something like that, we always manage to sneak off for a few hours, and have a good, hot fuck!"
"You're kidding!"
"I am not!"
She laughed for the first time that day.
"Well, and to think that you've never told me!" she said, still laughing a little.
"It never came up!" he said, and gave her hand a little squeeze.
Then, Pam and Celeste joined them again.
Margo was in a much better mood now, and she participated in the spirited conversation.
Kirk had been telling Pam and Celeste about his Park Avenue penthouse, and they were both very anxious to see it.
"Well, why don't we go up there after we've finished here?"
Margo said nothing, but she looked a little uncomfortable.
He gave her leg a reassuring squeeze underneath the table, and she squeezed his thigh in return. Maybe she was being silly. Maybe she should trust him after all. Wasn't she the one who always said that if it felt good, do it?
Pam and Celeste were thrilled by that notion, and hurried through the rest of their meal, so that they could go.
They all piled into a cab, and they were therein no time.
"Oh, it's gorgeous!" breathed Celeste as they walked into the living room which was richly and elegantly furnished.
Kirk invested his money in art, so there were several things in the room by Matisse, Roualt, Picasso, and other prominent artists of the nineteenth and the twentieth century's.
"Look at this Margo!" said Pam, admiring a rare and precious Oriental vase.
They oohed and ahhed all over the place as they wandered around.
Kirk put on some music, and made himself comfortable on the wide black velvet sofa.
His jeans were tight, and Margo knew that he never wore underwear.
She could see the bulge in his crotch, and she was sure that his familiar ten inches was getting good and hard.
Before she had time to really worry about that, the bell rang.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Margo asked him.
He didn't answer, but went to the door.
Margo was shocked to see Warren, the waiter from the bar. He was even more handsome than she had remembered, and the mere thought of being fucked by both him and Kirk suddenly became wildly exciting to her. She felt the moisture seeping out from her pussy, and staining the silky peach satin panties that she was wearing.
"Won't you come in?" Kirk was saying.
"Hi Margo, how are you?" Warren said shyly.
"Fine, fine," she said, not looking at him, but instead throwing furious looks at Kirk. This was all his doing, she was sure! He had planned the whole thing. She knew that she could leave this very instant, but she hated to make a scene, and spoil the day for Pam and Celeste.
Kirk was introducing Warren to the girls, and Margo sat down, trying to think of a discreet way to get out of there quickly.
Kirk then brought out a bottle of wine, which he offered to everyone.
Naturally, Celeste and Pam were going to have some, and he poured the big, hand-blown goblets to the brim.
"To families!" said, and he drained his glass.
Pam, Warren, and Celeste followed his example, and soon, they were all on their second glass.
Margo drank hers up too. Maybe it would help her unwind a little bit. God, but she was tense today!
The rest of them seemed to need no help though. They were laughing and talking and enjoying themselves thoroughly. Margo caught Warren looking at her a few times, but she looked away.
The conversation turned to dancing. Kirk, it seemed was an excellent dancer, and the girls pleaded for lessons.
He put on some music, and they all got up to dance.
Margo sat on the sofa, while Warren snuggled up with Pam, and Kirk got cozy with Celeste.
Then quite suddenly, Kirk announced that he was too warm, and he stripped off his shirt.
His bare chest, covered with white hair, was still muscular and powerful, and Margo could see how he pulled Celeste and mashed her against his torso.
The dancing continued, and grew more agitated.
Somebody opened a window, but the room was still hot.
Warren took off his shirt too, and then they switched partners.
"Margo, do you want to dance?" said Pam.
"No, that's all right. You go ahead." Margo responded.
"I'm really hot!" she exclaimed.
"Why don't you take off your shirt too?" laughed Kirk, but Margo knew that he meant it.
"OK, I will then!" she said, responding to his silly dare.
"Pam!" Margo interjected, but it was too late already.
Pam had pulled off her lightweight shirt, and the full moons of her white breasts were covered only by her white cotton bra.
Both men looked hungrily at the twin treasure, and when she went over to Kirk to resume dancing, he gave one of her tits a little squeeze.
She just giggled, and so he squeezed the other one.
As they danced, he continued to stroke her tits, and then he began to kiss her.
She responded with real passion. She was very attracted to him from the first moment that she saw him, and this seemed like the most natural thing in the world to her.
She rubbed her soft white hands up and down his torso, and occasionally, she touched the now clearly prominent bulge in his pants.
His hands moved to cup her ass, and soon they were no longer dancing at all, but just standing there as kissing madly.
He drew her to the floor, and unhooked her bra, so that her dazzingly white breasts greeted his eager gaze.
Margo hated to admit it, but she was really getting turned on by watching Pam and Kirk, She had been making it with her sister for years, and she had always thought her a hot little piece, but she had never seen her in action with anyone else.
Without thinking, her hand wandered down to her crotch, which she began to rub.
Warren was there in an instant.
He nuzzled her soft throat.
"Good to see you, Margo honey!" he whispered, and his hands ran through her long, thick hair.
Her eyes closed, and she turned her face so that her mouth met his in a fierce, wet kiss.
His hands slowly undid her blouse, taking his time so that he could tease and tantalize her.
Her breath started to come in short gasps as his hands touched the full, rich cleavage that swelled up out of her bra.
Then, he pressed his face to her tits, and was ripping at the bra so he could suck their full, naked glory.
Celeste was a little overwhelmed. Both of her sisters were deeply engaged with these strange men.
It aroused her, but it also frightened her a little bit too.
Kirk caught her eye, and motioned her to come over to him.
She did, and he tilted her dimpled chin up in his big, powerful hand.
"You are so adorable!" he said, and he gave her a long kiss on the parted lips.
She responded, a little hesitantly at first, but then with increasing passion. He pulled away from her to gaze at Pam.
"Go ahead," he urged.
They stood still.
"I want to see you together."
Pam and Celeste looked at each other, and then their mouths met in a deep, searching kiss.
Instinctively, Pam reached for Celeste's tits, and pulled off her top so that she could stroke them with ease.
Kirk pulled out his dick as he watched the two sweet adolescents embracing one another.
He began to rub the tip first, and then his hands moved to the full, fat shaft which grew thick with blood in a matter of minutes.
Celeste and Pam were peeling off the rest of their clothes now, anxious to have a taste of one another's cunts, which had already started to ooze and drip with sweet juices.
When they were both naked, he could stand it no longer; he simply could not let so much delectable flesh go untasted, and untouched. He drew both girls into his strong embrace, his hands covering their tits, thighs, asses and bellies.
He drew them both down on the floor.
His cock was a rigid pole now, standing up and begging for attention.
"Lick it for me!" he ordered softly.
Pam got to her knees between his parted legs, and drew the thick tool into her mouth.
She sucked on it with great energy, using her tongue to slick up the surface of the shaft so that it would slide easily in and out of her lovely lips.
Her hands rolled the sack of his hairy balls around, making him moan with bliss.
He did manage to open his eyes though, and he turned to Celeste, whose naked, quivering form shivered with lust as she watched her pretty older sister suck on the powerful rod of the man.
"Come, sit on my face!" he said.
Celeste obeyed him, and positioned herself over his upturned face. He yanked her legs a little bit, so that her cunt was directly over his mouth. He took a deep breath, and licked her all over.
She sighed, and her hands clenched tightly together.
As Pam nibbled away at his swollen meat, Celeste rode his face, her whole body convulsing with the pleasure that his hot, teasing tongue sent through her while he licked.
Her sweet, ambrosial juices seeped from her cunt as he tongued her, sending a warm, fragrant river of fluid all over his face. He loved it.
The sensation of having his whole face bathed with her dew as his cock was being sucked by another gorgeous young woman was too much for him.
He began to snort heavily, like a raging bull.
Suddenly, he was filled with the desire to be soaking with all of her fluids, all of them.
He stopped licking for a moment.
Celeste opened her eyes, still breathing heavily.
"Piss on me!" he whispered to her.
At first she thought that she wasn't hearing him correctly. He couldn't want her to do that on him. He simply couldn't.
But the wine did fill her bladder, and she realized that she should go to the bathroom to relieve herself. She tried to rise, but he stopped her.
It was as if he could read her thoughts.
"Do it on me!" he begged.
She looked down at him then, his face wet and shining with the moist stuff that had seeped from her dripping twat.
"I want you to piss on me, Celeste!" he repeated in an intense whisper.
He began to tickle her cunt, slightly above her clit.
It felt good, but it also made her want to relieve herself.
She tried to get up, but her grabbed her legs, and pinned her down.
He kept teasing her cunt.
Now she really did have to use the bathroom.
"Please let me go!" she whined softly.
"Do it here!" he ordered.
He wouldn't let her go, and the sensation became painful. She struggled vainly, but it was no use, for he simply wasn't going to let her go.
Finally, she could stand it no longer.
She let go, and allowed the golden hot piss to rush forth, bathing him totally like warm summer rain.
"MMMMmmm!" he groaned with pleasure as the piss soaked his hair.
Pam stopped licking his cock for a moment, and she was startled to find that her baby sister was in the process of urinating on this man's face.
She opened her eyes wide, but said nothing.
Celeste felt better now, and quickly got up to get a towel or something.
Kirk grabbed Pam.
"You do it too!" he ordered.
"What?" she said, still unable to believe what she had seen only seconds before.
"Do it! Rain on me! Give me that glorious golden shower!"
He pulled her to her feet.
"Go on!" he urged, and started to slide his fingers into her cunt to get her really aroused.
She just stood there for a moment, eves closed and chest heaving as he fingered her hot center.
"Do it, do it!" he was begging.
She thought that it felt so good, and his voice was so hypnotic that almost without thinking, she released her control, and her warm golden shower poured down all over him.
Kirk was delighting in it.
He was soaked with the beautiful piss of the two exquisite young women. He rubbed it all over his face and chest.
Pam, a little shocked by what she had done, hopped up and went off in search of a towel.
While Kirk was rolling around in all that piss, Margo and Warren were deeply engaged in a hot little scene of their own.
She was lying on her stomach, ass sticking way up in the air.
His hands grasped her big tits as they swung forward, and his cock was ramming in and out of her tight, hot asshole.
She was moaning loudly as he pumped his fierce, rigid tool in and out of her.
His mouth was glued to her neck, and he was leaving deep purple bruises to mark the places where he had kissed.
Her whole body convulsed from the pleasure, and her own two hands were buried deep within her cunt, and were rubbing away frantically.
"Oh, do it to me harder baby!" she was crying.
Kirk watched them with growing interest and lust.
He thought that if Warren did it to her ass any harder, Margo might be torn in two from the driving pressure of his powerful dick.
But Warren complied, and his already heated movements and thrusts grew more and more frenzied.
Her moans turned into one long shriek of pleasure, and Warren shot his steaming white cream deep into the innermost recesses of her tight, hot ass.
At that moment, Pam and Celeste walked back into the room.
Celeste was wide eyed at the sight of Margo's ass taking what seemed like such abuse, and she wasn't sure whether her older sister was screaming in pain or pleasure.
What she didn't realize is how close the two really are, but she would come to learn that very soon.
Kirk was busy with his own dick as he watched Margo getting it in the ass, and he reached for Celeste.
He was still wet from her piss, and the odor of it hovered sharply about him.
He grabbed her, and started to kiss her.
The girl was still hot, and she responded to his rough caress, enjoying the feel of his hands as they played with her hardening nipples.
His fingers went down to her pussy, and he slipped one into the delicate little petals there.
He realized that she was a virgin when he felt how tight she was. The thought filled him with uncontrollable lust.
"I'm going to fuck you baby!" he whispered, and he fingered her pussy even faster.
She was excited, but scared too.
She had seen his big, tool, and wished that if she had to lose her virginity this week-end, it would be to Warren, whose cock was big, but no ten incher like Kirk's.
"Come into the bedroom with me," he urged, taking her hand.
She followed him, and sat down on the enormous bed that was covered with a fur spread.
"Lie down."
She did, and the soft texture of the fur under her made her body tingle with lust.
She closed her eyes.
He began to trace a slow hot path up from her feet to the inner part of her soft young thigh.
She quivered in anticipation.
He leaned over, and started to kiss her instep.
Then, he drew her sweet little toes into his mouth, and began to suck on them. She giggled, aroused and amused by the unfamiliar sensations.
His mouth traveled up her leg, and reached her cunt.
He started licking her slowly, so as to prolong her pleasure.
She sighed softly as he sucked her young virgin cunt.
He was toying with his stiff tool as he sucked her, anxious to drive it deeply into her body.
He moved up slowly, using a hand to finger her now instead of his tongue, and he positioned himself on top of her, between her parted thighs.
The tip of his huge prong was pressed at the narrow entrance to her cunt.
He pushed, gently at first.
"It hurts!" she whimpered softly, wiggling around on the wide bed.
"SSSh!" he soothed, and kept pressing into her cunt.
"Please stop!"
He brought his mouth down on hers to stop her protests.
Tears came to her eyes, and she tried to break free.
He pinned her arms down though, and she found to her dismay that she was helpless in his strong, vice-like grip.
She couldn't get loose.
She kept trying to cry or speak, but the hungry pressure of his mouth made it impossible.
Kirk used one hand to keep her pinned, while the other one searched for something in a small drawer in the little chest that stood near the bed.
He found the ropes he was looking for, and quickly bound the young girl's hands together.
"No, no!" she whimpered.
But he was oblivious to her cries, and bound her legs to the footboard of the bed.
Then, he took out a white linen handkerchief, freshly laundered and with his initials in the corner.
He tied it swiftly around her mouth, so that she could no longer cry out, but only mew like a bleating lamb.
The sight of her naked, spread body, and wide, terror filled eyes inflamed his lust, and he once again got between her thighs.
His hands roughly tweaked her nipples.
Although she had enjoyed his rough touch before, now she was frightened, and tears sprang to her eyes, and seeped down her face, wetting the gag at her mouth.
He ignored her obvious distress, for he was dying to drive his huge dick into the narrow canal of her virgin hole.
He pressed the tip against her again, and now rammed it in a few times to give her cunt a chance to expand a little.
It burned like living coals, and she wriggled around in the coarse rope.
He was pressing it even harder now, and several inches of the giant prick were lodged in the young girl's frightened cunt.
He met the thin wall of her hymen, and pushed against it.
It's seeming thinness was deceptive, for it actually was extremely tough, and despite his repeated efforts, he couldn't break it.
Tears poured in river from Celeste's eyes. She felt as if someone were sticking a burning knife into her cunt.
He was thrusting into her now, battering the poor, frail membrane with his brutal cock.
A sudden, piercing thrust, and it was in!
He had broken her cherry!
Her body convulsed with pain as he rammed his dick all the way up her tortured cunt, the way being eased slightly by the blood that seeped from her broken flesh.
He was mad with lust and desire now.
The luxurious feel of her hot, tight snatch was more pleasurable than he could have believed possible, and he rammed in and out of her without any restraint.
Over and over his hot cock pounded it cruel course in and out of her bruised vagina.
Pain made her head spin, and there were blinding spots before her eyes.
But Kirk neither knew nor cared.
He dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her closer so her could penetrate her still more deeply.
His mouth sought her nipple, and he drew it between his teeth, and bit down hard.
Harder and faster he thrust, amazed by his own vigor and prowess that was inspired by the lovely young girl beneath him.
He could feel his climax welling up in him, and there was a fierce ringing in his ears as he delivered the final, agonizing thrusts into her poor tortured cunt.
In seconds, he was there, and the come rushed from him, filling her cunt with the sweet sticky cream so that it ooozed and dripped from her.
Exhausted, he pulled out, and flopped down beside her on the bed.
Celeste was still weeping silently, although she no longer struggled to break loose of her bonds.
Sweat painted her brow, and there was a pink slime all over her thighs and belly, a mixture of her blood, and of his juices.
He pressed his face into the pillow, still panting.
He began to snore gently, and dozed for a while, not even bothering to untie the poor abused girl, so that she might go and wash off her bruised young body.
She continued to weep as he slept.
Then, quite suddenly, the door opened, and there stood Margo.
She had been involved in a hot scene with Warren and Pam, and it wasn't until moments ago that she had noted Celeste's absence. Pam said that they were in the bedroom. She went running into the bedroom.
"God God!" she exclaimed when she saw her baby sister lying there, tied to the bed and covered with her own blood, and her face streaked with tears.
"What on earth is going on here?" she said.
Kirk rolled over lazily.
When he saw Margo, he sat up guiltily in bed.
"Well, I, I mean I ... you see, I ..." he said foolishly, and then quickly turned and busied himself with untying Celeste.
"Poor baby!" Margo said, gathering the girl into her arms.
Celeste burst into hysterical sobs as soon as the gag was untied from around her mouth.
Margo glared at Kirk, as she stroked the sobbing girl.
"This is why I didn't want you to meet my sisters!" she snapped.
"Look, Margo, I'm sorry. The first time is a little scary for everyone! She'll be all right. You'll see!"
"A little scary my foot! You are a pig! You raped her, that's all! It wasn't enough that there were two women here who would have been more than delighted to fuck and suck you any way you pleased! Oh no! You couldn't be satisfied with that, could you! That wasn't enough for a big strong man like you, was it? No, you had to go a rape a little kid, didn't you?" she spat.
"Look, Margo, stop painting me so black. I didn't beat her or anything."
"You didn't have to! You had her so terrified, and besides, she was all tied up anyway, and she wasn't giving you any trouble anymore!"
"Margo!"
"Shut up!" she yelled, and continued to hold Celeste, whose sobs had abated somewhat by now.
"Stop yelling at me! We can't have a discussion when you're screaming!"
"Listen you animal, we're not discussing anything anymore, not ever!"
"You can't mean that!"
"I can and I do! Now get out of my way!"
She shoved him aside, and stood up, her arm still protectively folded around Celeste's trembling body.
At that moment, Warren and Pam came in, wanting to know what all the screaming was about.
Kirk looked sheepish and tried to explain, but Celeste's tears and the ropes that were still attached to the bed told the whole story.
No one spoke for a minute.
"Come on honey, let's get you cleaned up," she said to Celeste, and took her into the bathroom, where she began to run the water.
Pam look horrified, and ran into the bathroom after them.
"Celeste, Celeste, are you all right?" she called anxiously.
Warren said nothing, but turned and went into the living room.
He gathered up his clothes that were on the floor.
"Margo, would you like me to wait and then we can all leave together? I can go down and get you a cab." he asked her.
"Yes, yes that would be fine." Margo called back.
Pam came back into the living room to telephone their parents. It seemed like it would be better if they would stay until the next day at least.
Celeste was in no condition to go home that night, nor to go to school the next day.
Margo decided as she helped her dress that she would take the day off from work, and the three of them would spend it together.
When they were through, they left, without a word to Kirk, and stood in the cool autumn evening waiting for a cab.
When they got home, Margo insisted that Celeste take ten milligrams of valium to help her get to sleep.
They all snuggled up in bed with a box of cookies, and turned on a movie.
But Margo couldn't concentrate on the television program.
She was very guilty about what had happened, and felt that it was all her fault, all of it.
She knew that she shouldn't have let Kirk meet Pam and Celeste. How right her intuition was sometimes!
She smiled bitterly to herself.
And finally, when all was said and done, it wasn't her fault. As soon as they started to take off their clothes, she should have gotten them out of there.
She knew only too well that it was her own wild and untamed lust that was responsible for this thing.
She had gotten hot, and she had wanted to stay, and fuck Kirk, fuck Warren, watch her sisters fuck and suck, suck a bit herself.
And now, look at the result!
She looked over at her sister's face, peaceful in repose. She looked so young!
Margo gulped, fighting back the tears.
She had wanted to help Celeste, teach her to relax and unwind about sex.
A fine job she had done of it too!
Now the girl was probably going to take her vows!
Margo's anger burned furious and low. This may have been her fault, but that didn't excuse Kirk. No, "it didn't excuse him at all! She was too angry at him to want to see him right away, but she knew that she wanted revenge.
What form it would take, she didn't know, but she knew that when it came, it would be sweet.
She smiled for the first time that evening.
Then, she glanced over at Pam. She was asleep too.
Margo turned off the television, and closed the light. The day's events had worn her out, and although she was still upset about Celeste, she slept easily.