Carefully I washed the come from the folds around my clitoris and patted dry with a towel. More juice rushed in to bathe the tortured parts. I brushed my hair.
"Okay Shelby, now what?" My words echoed against the tiled walls. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have an ordinary, civilized date. Civilized! Hah, that was another one of those shitty words. Overused. It didn't mean a damn. Wasn't being happy, being civilized? And being happy meant having those people around you happy too, right? But I was too caught up in things, too close to my bodily pleasures to think objectively about it anymore. I only knew I had stumbled into some lovely garden… a big rock candy mountain of pleasures. And I didn't want to find the exit… not yet.
I slipped into fresh panties, a pair of hiphuggers and a loose blouse. Then I got a beer from the refrigerator to calm my nerves. I unlocked the shop for what customers the afternoon might bring.
I drank the beer, got another. I didn't give quite so much of a damn now. I was thinking of Warren again, and oddly enough, of Scott. What might he be doing back in Albuquerque… thinking of me? He'd been so hot, so eager. And so clumsy too. But I had learned to be excited by that clumsiness in boys… excited by it far more than I'd ever thought possible. Even with Warren's hurried fuck I had almost made it with him, almost come. The memory of his jizz falling thickly onto me from the rubber made a chill go up my legs.
When the cowbell above the door rattled, it scared me.
"Hi, Shelby. You met me last night, remember?"
It was Lorrie's tan face. She had her hands in the pockets of her cut-off jeans and was barefoot. Her hair looked just as stringy as it had the day before.
"Oh, sure. I thought you were going camping with Todd."
"Yeah, he wanted me to, but my dad's coming home tonight and I'm supposed to be there for supper." She sat on the edge of a scarred campaign chest and glanced around the shop. "I don't like to hang around home much so I thought I'd come down here."
"What does your father do?" I studied her grey eyes.
"Nothing." She looked like she didn't give a damn about this part of her life. "He says he buys and sells things. He bartends sometimes." She shrugged again. "Most of the time though he's gone. That's fine with me." She rubbed a hand under her loose shirt. I saw that her belly was as tan as her face.
"How long have you known Todd?"
"Couple of years I guess." She tilted her head. "Just when he comes up during the summer though. Maurice, his dad, is real nice."
She seemed so unconcerned about anything but what she could see or touch at any given moment. It was none of my damn business. But I had fired up my curiosity now.
Her eyes bored into mine until I blinked. Hard little bitch. And I liked her already.
"That's cool. I was getting fucked when I was your age too." Lorrie seemed surprised by this little secret. She brushed her stringy hair back with both hands, considered me. Then a smile broke at the corners of her mouth and spread.
"Hey, I know something else about you too."
"Oh?" Fighting a little twinge of fear in my gut. I never liked surprises much.
"Last night…" Lorrie licked her upper lip, smile turned sly now, "…Warren wasn't in the kitchen all the time."
I swallowed, tried to hide my shock with a drink of beer but found my can empty. "What makes you think that?" I always felt dumb trying to lie out of a situation, but I didn't know Lorrie well enough to trust her.
"Oh, don't worry." She got up and walked around to where the antique plates were arrayed on a shelf. "I think it's kind of neat myself." My hands were trembling a little. Cool Shelby having a hard time being cool. I laughed at my own image as it tarnished before my very eyes.
"Does he fuck good?" Lorrie's eyes again, point blank. She had me dead to rights. I forgot my lies, laughed again.
"I guess I should say that's a personal matter." My smile let her know I wouldn't keep playing games. "He was okay… I mean we had a good…" I shook my head. It was hard to out cool this little slut.
Lorrie sat down on the trunk again. She scratched at her thigh, looked up at me finally.
"Todd isn't so hot. I wish he liked to just play around more, you know. Hug. Kiss. Kind of play with…" It was her turn to backtrack a foot or two, "…just play around."
The conversation was getting me a little hot, and I dug being hot. "I know what you mean. I like a guy to touch me too, make it last a long time."
"You do?"
"Sure."
"It makes it lots better when they stick…"
For the first time Lorrie blushed. So she did have a soft side.
"Go ahead, say it."
"…when they stick you with a cock." She closed her eyes, ran a hand down her belly, down the fly of her cut-off jeans. She looked at me again, a trusting look. "Sometimes when I'm warmed up nice and slow… you know, like maybe I'm in a car with this guy, and we're parked, and he's feeling me up pretty good, and my pants are really wet… sometimes I just come right away when he puts his prick inside me. I mean, it's the truth!"
"Hey, you want a beer?"
Lorrie grinned broadly. "Sure!"
I came back with two sweating cans and handed one across the counter to my newfound female friend. She popped it expertly.
"I could go to jail for giving beer to a minor."
Lorrie swigged. "I'm not telling." She wiped foam from her lip, swigged again.
We were quiet for a while, Lorrie glancing my way whenever she thought she might catch me thinking of something she hadn't already found out. Finally her questions surfaced again. "So what did Warren do?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, what did he do when you seduced him?"
"What makes you think I seduced him?" It was my third beer and I was starting to feel pleasantly high.
"Listen, I know Warren. He always comes up here when Todd does. Sometimes the three of us share a tent when we camp out." She nodded at my show of interest. "And he just lays there when Todd and I are fucking around, you know. He never has come on with me or anything." She glanced obliquely away, remembering. "Once I even gave him a chance. Todd was gone looking for a spring so we could fill the canteens, and Warren was hanging around. I skinned off my shirt and pretended like I was washing." She took a breath, a sip of beer. "So I soaped my titties real good and then took off my panties and soaped my pussy. It was warm and it felt good. We had one bucket left for washing and I didn't want to waste it so I asked Warren to pour it over me." She grinned that sly, blank-eyed grin. "So I could get all the soap off with one try. But Warren didn't even want to. He kept telling me to do it myself. Well, finally I got him to do it. And he was shaking when he poured it, but I turned around and around wiping the suds away and squeezing my tits and everything. He was watching hard too."
"Sounds like he was enjoying it to me."
"Maybe. But he sure didn't let me know. I made him dry my back and, while he was drying, I turned around real quick so that he touched my tit," Lorrie frowned. "He just dropped the towel in the mud. Boy, did that piss me off!"
"But boys just don't come along so fast when it comes to sex." I trace my beer can with a thumbnail. "He probably wanted to do something but was too shy."
Lorrie considered this. She made a petulant face and got up to flaunt her trim ass around the store. A brown-haired teen came running up to the front of the shop, burst excitedly through the door.
"Lorrie, guess what?"
She turned towards him. I could see the familiar, blunt lines of the boy's profile, the light-brown thatch of his hair. He might have been Lorrie's twin except for the difference in age.
"I don't want to guess," Lorrie said. "Tell me."
"Dad won't be home for another week. He called Mom and told her."
"Oh shit!" Lorrie paced, raised the beer can for another drink but thought of more to say first. "I could have gone with Todd."
"Mom's working tables down at the Blacksmith tonight," Lorrie's brother continued. "Guess you have to fix supper."
Lorrie plunked down on the campaign trunk and finished the beer. She was shameless and I couldn't help but dig her. And I was digging her brother too. Not even as tall as Warren but stronger-looking somehow. Maybe it was the tan, the smear of mud across one forearm. His hair was long like his sister's and just as stringy.
"You're Lorrie's brother?"
He nodded. "Keith." Hands in his pocket, sound of a bare foot on the hardwood floor.
"I'm Shelby. I'm new here. I'm running the shop for Mr. Lomax."
"Yeah, I know. Lorrie told me." He looked at me in the same manner Lorrie had when she'd first come in. It was a kind of shyness but only on the surface. A country manner that hid an unashamed frankness. The way Keith was looking at me I figured the frankness was already surfacing.
"Look, why don't you two eat down here tonight. I can fix some hamburgers or something."
"Wow, that'd be swell." Keith was definitely not the shy type.
"Far out," Lorrie echoed. "You sure you don't mind?"
When Keith bounced out of the store and fled up the dusty side street, Lorrie surprised me.
"It'll be cool. Keith smokes grass too."
Lorrie was up and walking around again, touching a crock, planing her hand across a chest of drawers.
"Sounds like some kind of brother."
"I dig him a lot." She smiled. "And that's something. Most sisters can't stand their brothers."
Maybe it was the brew, but I found myself wondering just how much Lorrie really did dig her brother. Enough to maybe fuck him? Jesus, I was getting really strung out on sex. Scott first and then Warren and now making up pictures of Lorrie fucking her brother. The images had me all loose and giggly and wet in the panties. A laugh from Lorrie snapped me out of my time warp.
"Last year Keith caught hell from this one girl's parents," she said. "He got called in to the principal's office and everything."
"Oh yeah?" Pretended indifference. Really I was getting my kicks hearing all this small-town scandal.
Lorrie set her empty beer can on the floor. "He was fooling around with Shirley McCaffrey. After school. Her folks had this old shed out back and they caught her without any clothes on." Lorrie giggled, clamped a hand to her mouth. "Not one singe stitch. And Keith didn't either. He was painting her like he'd seen in this magazine. I guess some kids still do that in California sometimes. Anyway, her old man raised hell. If Keith hadn't been making such good grades, they might've kicked him out of school."
"But she wasn't pregnant or anything?" Lorrie's looseness had loosened me up. I really didn't think she cared a damn what I asked.
"Naw. I don't think he really fucked her." Lorrie shook her head, still chuckling. Again I thought of the possibility of brother and sister fucking each other. With these two it seemed natural. And I almost could find the nerve to ask.
"Lorrie?"
"Yeah?"
"You and Keith…" I licked my lips, tried to come up with the right way to put it, "…do you ever… I mean have you ever…"
Lorrie smiled that sly smile again. I could see she'd been taken a little by surprise. "Sure. I asked him to fuck me one time, and after an hour we figured out how."
My mind had just been truly and completely blown. "Wow," I said. The shock effect of her words gave her the itch to tell me more.
"A year ago it was. Nobody at home, you know, and I was just finishing a bath and feeling kind of… like fooling around."
I would have dug on hearing every last detail, but I didn't want to be so uncool as to ask. "How do you feel… about Keith now?"
"Oh, I dig him. He's my brother."
"But…" I was after romance. An incestual love tryst. A burning, sinful lust that took them to the depths of passion and shame.
"What do you mean, but?"
"Is he your lover!" I blurted. "I mean do you two fuck around all the time and…" Lorrie was looking at me like the tilt sign had just flashed on.
"He's my brother." She smiled again, picking up what I'd been trying to get at. "We fuck when we're bored." She got up, swung her ass as she went towards the door. "I guess Warren will be here when we have supper tonight, right?"
"Yeah, he'll be here."
"Good." She waved. "See ya in an hour." Gone. Watching her drift up the sidewalk and out of sight, I realized just how weird the afternoon had been. Lorrie was one out-of-sight little chick.