"Sure. Help yourself."
They giggled at his discomfiture. Then, in that way known only to women and chimpanzees, they reached their arms up behind their backs and unxipped their dresses.
Slowly, they wriggled their arms from the short sleeves. The dresses fell softly on the sun-yellowed slate. They kicked off their sandals, stood there before Remo, naked, the sun glinting blue off their ebony hair, their skin creamy white as if it had never known sun. Their hips were lush, their legs long and full. Their waists were small and rising above them were jumping to his feet and shouting. Except that he couldn't stand up.
These were the kind of girls, Remo thought, that men rarely dreamed about. In their dreams, men wanted beautiful women-but women who were human, who could be taken, violated, and overpowered by a man's lust. The twins in front of him now were too much for that. So ripe, rich and sensual that they were overpowering, a normal man would shrink from them because he would know that his lust could never conquer them. No matter how strong it was, his lust would be burned up by their sexual heat and proved inadequate.
That's how a normal man would feel. Remo was no normal man and he felt rising in him a lust beyond lust.
"Do we embarrass you?" Jill said.
"No, I like liberated women."
Jill cupped her own breasts. "Good. We like being liberated."
They approached Remo and sat down, one on each side of him on the diving board. Their hands were on his thighs, then Jacki put an arm behind his head and planted a kiss on his mouth, a long-lingering kiss in which her tongue darted into and probed his mouth.
He felt hands pulling off his bathing trunks and then his swimsuit was down around his ankles and his feet were being pulled from it. Jacki's mouth was still over Remo's and it felt as if his lungs were being sucked from him. Then he was pulled to his feet and hands were all over his body, pulling at him, feeling, stroking, rubbing. Every time he moved, he felt breasts rubbing against him, soft breasts that shuddered when his skin touched them.
Then there was no more deck and the three of them fell into the water. Remo felt himself being manipulated and he and Jacki were joined under the water. They broke the surface for air, then Jill plunged down and then was at Remo with her face, her tongue and lips moving. Remo planted a hand and began stroking rhythmically in the rolling waters of the pool that now slapped against the tile sides.
He felt Jill shudder spasmodically, her body releasing tension, and then Jacki pulled her mouth away from his and arched her body, crying out, "Don't stop. Don't stop."
Remo was angling them toward the pool ladder, pronging one along, pulling the other along with a fingertip, and he steered them up the ladder and followed them up, still conscious of his manhood.
"Inside," he said hoarsely.
"We're going to do you now, Remo. And do you. And do you," Jill said.
They walked toward the glass doors that opened into Remo's bedroom. Then Chiun stepped out into the poolside area. Remo felt suddenly embarrassed and stepped behind Jill before turning.
Chiun looked at the girls with distaste and at Remo with loathing.
"Oh, you're cute," Jacki said. She stepped toward Chiun. "Let's," she suggested.
He just stared at her. "Let's make it a foursome," she said.
Remo turned and went inside with Jill. Chiun looked at Jacki coldly. "I do not perform in public," he spoke firmly.
"Shy?"
"No. I am civilized. Only cattle and beasts of the field copulate in the open."
She got down on her knees in front of him, offering him her breasts. "Come on," she said. "Please. You'll never forget it."
"The last woman I had, I was twelve years getting rid of," Chiun said. "I need no more slaves. Go with him. You will find him adequate in every respect. He is your type exactly."
Chiun turned and walked back into the house, heaving his shoulders in a sigh. Poor Remo. He would always be an American. Always a fancier of cows. He should have been a dairy farmer.
Jacki stood up, followed Jill and Remo into the bedroom. They were already tangled together on the bed and she stood alongside them, trailing fingertips along their bodies, then she moved to join them. Jill was throbbing again and Remo felt himself being rolled off her by Jacki.
They were insatiable. It was like making love to an octopus which had come to drain his vitals, to dry him up, to turn him into an aged man in one lasting moment of lust.
Out in the living room, Chiun watched his TV tape of As the Planet Revolves. He watched his tape of Edge of Dawn. Then he stood up and turned off the television.
He heard steps behind him.
He turned.
Remo was there, buttoning a black, short-sleeved shirt. He wore black slacks and black sneakers.
"Well, little father, are you ready?" he said.
"I am always ready. And the forward ones?"
"They'll rest now," Remo said.
As they left the house, Remo saw the twins' Volkswagen bus parked at the door, behind his rented red hardtop. In the back seat of the camper was probably how they were keeping it safe. By carrying it around with them.
Sure enough, the doors were unlocked. Remo saw the keys in the ignition, and pulled out the key ring, reached in and locked the doors.
"Be just a minute, Chiun," he said and walked back into the house.
He opened his bedroom door. Jacki and Jill were on the bed, unconscious, drained, exhausted, their faces wearing ecstatic smiles.
He tossed the keys toward the bed. They landed between Jill's breasts, which received them with a quiver. She smiled in her sleep at the sensation.
Remo softly closed the door and walked out. Let them sleep. They had earned it.
He whistled softly as he hurried out the front door and got into the car, where Chiun waited in the front seat. Remo moved quickly now, so quickly that he did not notice the man watching him from the front seat of a black Cadillac across the road, cleaning his fingernails with an ice-pick.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"Chiun? How do you battle a force without vibrations?" Remo asked as they drove to town.
"There is no force without vibrations," Chiun said.
"I've seen one," Remo said. "A water-laser. It generates tremendous power, and no vibrations."
"There are always vibrations," Chiun said, "no matter how small. You must feel those vibrations, then harness them to your own until you are the master of the relationship." He folded his arms.
After a few blocks, Remo said again: "It had no vibrations."
After another block, Chiun said: "There are always vibrations. Like those you feel now. Do you feel them?"
Remo opened his senses for a moment. "Concentration?" he said.