Chapter 3
"Wow, some place, huh?"
"Mmmmm," Cindi responded to her sister's comment. "I can't believe it."
"What do you think of him?"
"I don't know. I mean, what were we when we last saw him? Ten? Eleven? I have a feeling he didn't look at us the same back then as he did this morning."
Suzy was unbuttoning her shirt, getting ready to take a shower.
She stood in front of the mirror, and then turned to catch herself in profile.
"I have a feeling we didn't look the same when he last saw us."
Cindi giggled. "You know, he's kind of cute."
"Really. But he's so old."
"Oh come on. He's not that old. He's not as old as Robert Redford."
"Come on, sure he is."
"No. I don't think so. I'll bet he's no older than ... thirty-five."
"That's pretty old."
"Not if you're forty."
Suzy threw a pillow at her. "You're just being difficult. That's all you're being. Difficult."
"Look, if you're going to take a shower, why don't you hurry up. I feel grungy myself."
"Well, if you're so hot to take a shower, why don't you take one with me?"
"I thought we were going to cool things for a while."
"Oh, what's the problem. That's the trouble with you, Cindi. You want to have fun, but you don't want to do any of the things you have to do to have fun."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Sure it does, if you know what I'm talking about. Which you do. Come on, why don't you just admit it. You're a tight ass."
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Oops!" said Cindi, putting her hands over her mouth.
"Come in," called Suzy. Cindy stared at her bare-breasted sister in shock, but before she could say anything, the door opened.
Roger walked in and started talking.
"Say, listen girls, I have to be going out for a little while ... I just wanted to make sure JESUS CHRIST!"
He turned his back on Suzy, who was standing on the other side of the bed, grinning at him.
"What's the matter, Uncle Roger. Do I embarrass you?"
"Um ... y-yes, if you want to know the truth. What are you trying to do?"
"I was just getting ready to take a shower, and I didn't think it would hurt. After all, you're our uncle."
Cindy was watching the two of them, feeling a mix between respect, and pity for Roger. She had a feeling the poor man didn't know what he was getting into.
"Look, um ... you know, I don't know if you're Suzy or Cindy...."
"I'm Suzy. Cindi wouldn't do anything like this."
"Well ... it's a good thing ... and you shouldn't either. I mean, it's lucky for you that I don't get any ... well, you know ... weird ideas, or anything. I mean ... now put something on!"
"If you insist."
Then after a moment, "You can turn around now, Uncle Roger."
He turned around, and saw that she was holding a small, flimsy nightie up to her ample breasts, hiding them, but in a highly provocative pose. She looked like she'd just stepped off the pages of one of the slick skin magazines.
"Okay, now look girls. I'm going to level with you. I need your cooperation on this or else we're all going to be in a lot of trouble. Do you get my drift?"
They both shook their heads innocently.
"Please ... " he said, feeling more and more flustered. "Look, this is something that I'm afraid I'm not very good at dealing with."
"What's that?" asked Cindi.
"Well, come on. I'm a bachelor. I've never had children around the house."
"We're not exactly children, are we?" asked
Cindi.
"No. You're not. That's the problem. I don't know what you are. I didn't mean it that way. I don't know how to deal with you, but I'll tell you one thing, it'll go a lot smoother for us all if you quit playing games like this."
"What game is that, Uncle Roger," asked Suzy, shifting position, letting her breasts peek out at him for a moment.
"Now ... there you go again. Games like that. You gotta be fair with me, and I'll be fair with you. You're both beautiful women, and I'd prefer not to have to walk around on eggs pretending it wasn't so. But don't do this sort of thing to me. I don't like it, and I really can't have it going on."
"What's the matter, Uncle Roger. Don't you like women?"
"Yeah, are you gay."
"What? No ... you seem to be missing the point."
Suzy walked over to him.
"Uncle Roger, why don't you just admit that you find us utterly desirable, and quit trying to play games with us."
"Me play games with you? That's rich!" He found himself having a bit of difficulty selecting his words, and in making his mouth coordinate properly. "Now, cut that out!"
"Cut what out, Uncle Roger?"
"What you're doing. You're toying with me. That's what you're doing. And I don't like it."
"But you like to look at us, don't you?"
He looked first at Suzy, once more showing off more of her cleavage than Roger thought healthy, and then at Cindi, who, with her look of pure innocense, struck him as potentially the more dangerous of the two.
"All right. I'll tell you what I like. I like to be treated fairly. I don't think you're doing that. I think you're playing a stupid little role you've seen on TV and read in books, and I don't think you have the faintest idea what it involves. But let me tell you something, okay. I think you're beautiful, and I think you're very desirable. But I think that of a lot of women. And a lot of the women that I think it of also think it about themselves. And you know something? I'm able to spend a lot of time with them, doing things that have nothing to do with the fact that I find them desirable, and you know what? Not once has any of them ever taken off her blouse and waved her tits in my face, just to taunt me. Sometimes, I'll ask one out. And if she-likes me, she'll accept. And if things work out, I might bring them back here or go to her place, and then ... then, she might take off her blouse and wave her tits at me, because then it makes sense. But there are times when it doesn't make sense, and it could never happen. like if a woman I find attractive happens to be married to a good friend. Or if two women I find attractive happen to be the daughters of my dead brother, neither one of whom I've known for more than two hours. Now, you can keep waving your tits at me, if you want, Suzy, but I don't find it attractive. I find it immature. And it's also just a little sick. So why don't you grow up, and act like an adult, and maybe I'll be able to truly find you attractive. All right?"
Then, he turned and walked out of the room.
"Wow," said Cindi, after he left, "he was really pissed."
Suzy just grinned. "Urn hmmmm. I'm not surprised. I was being a bitch. But you know something else?"
"No, what."
"While he was giving that nice speech, his cock was getting hard."
There was a moment of silence, and then the two girls collapsed into hysterical giggles. "Oh, poor Uncle Roger," mused Cindi, "he just doesn't know what he's got on his hands, does he?"
"No ... but I'll bet he's got a better idea." Then, she looked back at her sister. "Want to get that shower now?"
Cindi had been put in a randy mood by the scene that had just unfolded, and to be quite frank, she found their uncle rather attractive himself. Enough that while he'd been in the room, she'd gotten a fleeting image of herself, lying stretched out on a bed, spread eagle, her arms and ankles tied....
"Sure," she said to Suzy, slipping quickly out of her jeans. Suzy was already in the bathroom that connected to their bedroom, and was running the water. Then she turned to Cindi and said, "I'll be right back. I have to go apologize to Uncle Roger."
She quickly selected a towel and held it up. Then she took another one and held it up to close scrutiny too.
"What are you looking for?" asked Cindi.
"To see which one is smallest."
Cindi laughed, and watched in amazement and awe as Suzy wrapped herself, concealing all the essential ingredients, but with a decidedly erotic flavor to her entire appearance.
"I think I'll go with you," Cindy said.
Suzy tossed her the other towel.
"So get wrapped."
Roger was sitting at his desk, stewing once more in a grand funk, when he heard the faint, tentative knocks at the door.
He turned and saw the two girls, wrapped only in towels, and quickly looked away.
"My God, you two don't give up, do you."
"Oh, Uncle Roger, you've got us wrong. Really. We were just going to get a shower and started to feel real guilty for what we did, and we wanted to ask you to forgive us. It won't happen again, we promise."
"Am I mistaken, or is it happening now?"
"What are we doing? Look, Uncle Roger, you've never lived with women around the house, and we've never lived with a bachelor ... so it's going to take a little getting used to, all right. I mean, we used to walk around like this all the time at Fran and Hector's."
"Hector must have loved that."
"Hector was too drunk most of the time to notice anything. Including us."
Roger chuckled. "Yeah ... well ... that's pretty drunk all right."
"So, are we still friends, Uncle Roger?" Suzy asked in the sweetest voice she could manage.
"Sure, I suppose so. But listen, do you think you could keep covered up just a little more than you've been doing."
They laughed and said, "Sure, we don't want to tempt you."
"Oh, hey, that's good. That's very good. I was getting worried.
They giggled, and then, Suzy said, "Well, Uncle Roger, I guess we'll go on back and take our shower now."
"Oh ... yeah ... sure. That's a good idea."
Giggling some more, they both made their exit and went back to their bedroom.
"Well, I thought you handled that admirably," Cindi said.
"Of course I did. What did you expect? I'm a classy broad."
"Don't you mean classy bitch?"
"That too."
Cindi fell back onto tie bed.
"Gosh, just look at this place. I'm really stunned, you know. I mean, I knew that Uncle Roger was well off, but I never expected him to be this well off. The guy's amazing. He must be doing very well."
"Yeah ... Fran used to talk down about him a lot, but I think she was just jealous. He seems to know what he's doing."
"I'll tell you what he's doing. He's drooling out his cock every time he thinks about us. That's what he's doing."
Suzy got a mischievous look on her face.
"Suzy," said Cindi, a concerned tone in her voice, "what have you got on your mind?"
Suzy just started to smile.
"Cone on," Cindi said, pressing her, "I know that look. You've got something on your mind, and it can't be anything very good."
"Now, sister dear, why on earth would you say something like that? I just can't for the life of me understand you sometimes."
"I was about to say the same about you. We've got a pretty good deal here, you know that? I really didn't think he'd fall for that cheap ploy of Fran's, just showing up like that. It's really amazing that he let us stay, and I don't think he feels very good about it yet. Why do you insist on rocking the boat?"
"I'm not rocking the boat. In fact, I'm plugging up the leaks, if you want to go with that metaphor."
"What are you talking about?"
Suzy gave her a long look, but said nothing.
"Suzy, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about fucking with Uncle Roger's mind to the point where the last thing in the world that he'd want would be to get rid of us."
"Suzy...."
"Now, just calm down. Figure it out for yourself. You've already seen the way he looks at us. And it's obvious that he-likes us. I mean, face it, when you're cute as you and I are, you have a lot going for you, right? He's not going to get down on us unless we go out of our way to fuck with him. Otherwise, he's going keep on thinking that we're real cute and he's going to keep treating us nice."
"Okay ... so?"
"Well, if, in the course of all the nicey nicey stuff, if we start to really get to him ... I mean as in make him start to crave our sweet little bodies...."
"Suzy," said Cindi, horrified, "I know you've always been more mature about sex than I have, but I think that's terrible. I really do. You're talking about doing something to a nice guy. I think he's real nice and I think it's mean of you to taunt him like that."
"Who says I'm teasing him."
"What do you mean?"
"Who says I'm just teasing him? Maybe I'm planning to deliver."
Cindi's eyes got wide as she thought about it.
"Now come on," Suzy said, "Let's go take a shower. Sister dear."
Roger sat at his desk, feeling a mixture of anger and confusion, and just a touch of fear. Fear of an unknown situation. Anger at Fran for putting him in a position where his options were nil. He didn't like being compromised like this, but the truth was, they were his brother's children, and from a purely familial standpoint, his was the stronger responsibility.
But that didn't take away the anger at having been manipulated. He wasn't going to forget it soon, either.
And then ... there was the confusion.
What the hell was he going to do with two over-sexed sixteen year-olds? Sixteen going on twenty-five, was more like it.
He shook his head, but try as he might, the image of Suzy's naked breasts, jiggling merrily from her tight, slim body would not be banished from his thoughts. Nor would that deliciously innocent smile on Cindi's face. He wasn't sure how healthy it was (wait a minute ... who was he kidding? It was sick! That's what it was ... Sick sick sick) but he was having some decidedly uncle-like thoughts concerning both of those delightful, young bodies ... or, come to think of it, was this the origin of the term funny uncle? Was that what he was? A 'funny uncle'? He felt his cock start to stiffen.
Suzy stuck her hand under the water pouring from the faucet of the bathtub.
"What do you think ... a shower or a bath?" she asked Cindi.
"A shower will be fine," Cindi replied, unwrapping herself from her towel.
Her body was an exact duplicate of Suzy's, except that her breasts were just a bit larger. It was, in fact, a source of contention between them, although a friendly one.
"And another thing," Suzy would always say to finish an argument, "stop having bigger tits than me."
But if they were larger, no one else could have possibly noticed. Both girl's had bodies that were perfect enough to short circuit the analytical facilities of the most jaded soul ... when comparing perfection with its mirror image, who needed to worry about details?
Suzy stepped under the shower jet and her long blonde hair immediately came spilling around her shoulders, reaching nearly to her nipples.
She felt her sister stepping into the tub behind her and leaned backwards a little bit to feel her nipples pressing against her back.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, "you feel good and hard."
"I always have hard nipples," said Cindi.
"I know. It burns me up too."
"Well, you never seem to have any trouble getting yours hard, you know."
"Well ... why don't you give me a little assist?"
"I'd love too," Cindi said, placing her hands beneath each of her sister's globular mounds of flesh, giving them each a gentle squeeze, and then lowering her mouth to her left nipple.
She parted her lips and sucked gently on the bud of flesh, drawing it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Suzy sighed, "that's dreamy. Just do that for a while, would you."
Cindi made no response, other than to keep sucking.
"Nice ... oh yeah, that's nice," Suzy continued. Cindy let the nipple slide back and forth over her teeth, biting, but not hard, just enough to compress the tender flesh between the two sharp edges ... sucking in, pressing with her tongue to force it back out, sucking in again, pressing back out....
Suzy let out a long, low moan.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she said over and over, "that's great.
As she felt her nipples getting hard, she let her fingers slide down between Cindi's legs.
Her thighs were pressed together tightly, but as soon as she felt Suzy's fingers playing at the crack between them, the pressure eased off completely.
"Yes," Cindi said, hoarsely, "yes, play with me. Play with my cunt. Touch me, press on my clit...."
All of which Suzy was only to glad to do.
This was a familiar ritual between them.
From their earliest childhood, they'd always shared a room, and that had continued when they went to live with Fran and Hector.
From the age of ten or so, they'd started to pJay with each other's bodies, experimenting with the sensations that could be aroused with the proper touch....
They'd discovered that there was more to their cunt than a slit when they were thirteen, about the time they started developing their breasts and having periods.
Cindi could still remember the night that Suzy's finger had first located and isolated her clitoris. She'd come the first time in her life that night, but it would by no means be the last.
And they'd continued their practice, not on a regular basis, but fairly consistently, first learning to use their fingers on themselves and each other, then their tongues, and then comparing notes on each other's love life.
It was a valuable support system that they provided for each other, and one that they couldn't imagine ever out-growing a need for.
Cindi parted her thighs now as Suzy pulled her breasts away and lowered herself to her knees.
Water splashed from the shower jet, steam hung heavy inside the plastic shower curtain, and a constant stream of droplets spilled off of the contours of Cindi's body, sloshing over Suzy's face and dripping in turn off of her.
She brought her face up close to Cindi's cunt, burrowed with her tongue up in between the split in her body, and tasted the familiar flavor of Cindi's pussy ... a salty, acrid taste that was strange and at the same time utterly delicious.
She grasped each of Cindi's pussy lips between her fingers and slowly, gently pulled them apart.
"Yes," Cindi moaned, leaning against the tile wall of the bathroom ... her eyes closed, her pelvis arched outward.
Suzy's tongue quickly found her sister's clit, hard and stiff by now, and began to prod and press against it, following the length of the small shaft all the way back to where it was buried beneath the folds of loose pink flesh between her lips.
She pulled the lips further apart, pulling upward as well as out, and caused the hooded sheath of flesh that usually kept it well hidden and protected to pull back, exposing much more of her clit than was customary.
She brought the tip of her tongue down onto it hard, pressing in, then pulling away, pressing back again, then pulling away once more.
Cindi moaned and Suzy felt her sister's hips jerk uncontrollably as she began a steady licking motion back and forth over her clit.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned loudly, "yes, I love it. That's so good, so damn good...."
"ShJihh!" Suzy cautioned, "we don't want Uncle Roger to hear us."
"Oh, I don't even care if he hears us. I just want you to keep doing that."
Bringing her lips around the area of Cindi's clit, Suzy started to suck, a little harder now, and then even harder, until she's managed to draw the loose flesh in which her hard bud of nerves was nestled up into hier mouth.
She once more touched her tongue to Cindi's clit, pressing it against the roof of her mouth, and then started to vibrate her tongue as rapidly as she possibly could.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Cindi began to moan, babbling in perfect rhythm with Suzy's movements back and forth across her sister's clit.
"Oh yes, don't stop, please don't stop. I want it. I want more, more more, more...."
The, Suzy bit down. She could feel Cindi's hard clit between her teeth, feeling something like a small sliver of hard rubber.
There was a slight springiness to the tiny organ each time Suzy squeezed it between her teeth, a sense that she could easily hurt and injure the sensitive bit of flesh were she not extremely careful.
Cindi started to cry out, very loud with each new contraction of her sister's teeth.
"Shhhh!" Suzy again cautioned. "I mean it. You're going to get us both in trouble if you're not careful."
"Just don't stop," Cindi gasped. Please, don't stop. Don't stop."
As she chewed gently on Cindi's clit, Suzy began to work a finger between her lips and felt the tissues and membranes begin to slowly give way.
She moved the fingertip right up into Cindi's cunthole, and pressed all around the inner surface of the rim.
That sent Cindi into an entirely new series of spasms, her muscles all contracting wildly, animal-like noises escaping from her throat, and the juices from her pussy flowing as hard and as fast at the water from the shower jet.
Then Suzy slid a second finger up inside her sister.
When they were both inside her, she let them open wide, flaring them and twisting her hand at the wrist.
Cindi let out a long, low moan, a sound that kept on coming, without pause.
Her hips were rotating now, rapidly, moving faster and faster, pressing down against Suzy's hand that was buried up between Cindi's legs, pressing downwards harder and harder, trying to increase the penetration of those fingers that were buried up inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSS!" Cindi suddenly yelled, shaking so violently that she almost lost her balance, slipping against the slick bottom of the tub.
"Oh my God," she gasped, catching herself, "Oh, please don't stop, please don't stop."
"I'm not," Suzy said, beginning to finger her clit as she chewed on Cindi's.
"More, more, more, more. Harder, faster, please, come on, come on, come on, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Cindi cried out now, unconcerned about how loud she was or what she was saying.
Suzy dimly was aware of the fact that if he was paying any attention, their uncle would probably have no difficulty hearing them, but by now, her own cunt was almost as much in flames as Cindi's, and she kept up the constant pressure on her clit to insure that it would stay that way. "More, more, more, more, more...."
"...more, more, more, more," Roger heard faintly, as he suddenly jerked to attention.
"What the fuck," he muttered. He'd been going over some notes to his book, trying to work out a problem of motivating one of his characters. It was a bitch of a problem, one that had consumed the last two work sessions. He knew that she was going to rent the car, leave her husband and drive across the country to be with the man that she'd only met one time before in her life. The entire plot pivoted on that one, simple fact.
But when the actual writing came down to the wire, he realized that no matter how he presented the situation, it still rang false. There was no real reason for her to do it. It made no sense. It sounded silly.
Now, one thing a writer like Roger Stoddard couldn't afford was having a character sound silly.
So, he grappled and wrestled with the problem, contemplating alternatives and options, and all the while there had been the steadily mounting awareness that ... something ... was going on.
"What the fuck," he was finally moved to wonder, realizing that the commotion, while starting softly and subtly, so much so that he hadn't actually noticed at all, was now quite loud and obvious.
"More, more, more, more," he'd heard, and there was no doubt that it was coming from his apartment ... which meant....
Frowning in puzzlement, he got up from his desk, went out into the living room ... oh yeah, it was much louder in here. It was coming from the guest room, all right, and it sounded, from the echoes, like they were in the bathroom.
He walked over to their bedroom door.
"Girls," he called, knowing before he said anything that his voice was too soft for them to hear.
He knocked, also too softly for them to hear. That reaffirmed his feeling that they were in the bathroom.
He carefully pushed the door open, looked in and saw no one.
But what he heard!
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes, oh that feels so good, so good, so good ... oh harder, harder, deeper...."
Was there any way sounds like that could mean anything else but what they sounded like they meant?
"Uh-unh," Roger said aloud.
He thought to himself, close the door, Roger, close the door and leave them alone. They have no one else in the world. It makes perfect sense.
But did he do that? Not a chance.
He tip-toed over to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against it.
Now the full chorus of gasps, moans, groans and grunts was clear.
He thought to himself, this is madness. He remembered once when he was a little boy, how he'd crept up to the bathroom door when his mother was in there, taking a shower, stuck his eye up to the keyhole, peered inside, and then, when she got out, he saw it. That black patch of hair ...! He did it now.
He lowered his eye, peered in through the keyhole ... and damn! They had the curtain drawn. But he could make out their forms. One of them, anyway. She seemed to be leaning against the wall ... standing up ... and then he saw the other one. She was down on her knees....
Oh my God, he thought. What the hell have I got on my hands with these two?
Well, actually, what he had on his hands, seemed to be something sticky and wet.
Huh? Oh yeah, he'd gone and slipped his hand down his pants. Well, what else was he going to do ... they were already driving him mad, and they hadn't even been there a day yet.
And no sooner had he started to play with his cock, it started to drool, and then it started to shoot, and....
God, what a mess, he thought, pulling his hand back out. He would need to change pants, and pronto.