Lynn grabbed her sister's arm as Lori sagged downward, almost fainting from terror and humiliation, and pulled her up. As she did so, Lori leaned against her, moaning and rolling her head on Lynn's bare shoulder.
Lynn supported Lori's weight as long as she could, but when the smaller girl really did faint, Lynn could only lower her gently to the floor.
When she stood back up, she lifted her robe, slipped it back around her shoulders.
"I would have let you look at me all evening long-both of you!" she cried. "But I can't make love to my own sister! You don't understand what you saw in my bedroom! We weren't making love! We WEREN'T!"
It was during this little speech that Wes felt the first hard pangs of real love for this big-breasted youngster, and after he cleared his throat to get his brother's attention, he frowned and shrugged in a signal that John understood as maybe she's telling the truth.
As for Lynn, she belted the robe tightly around her body. She was fully prepared to reveal her knowledge of her father's night-time adventure in Lori's room, if he decided to press this disciplining as far as he obviously had intended.
"Cover your sister!"
Lynn knelt-she was going to anyway-and drew her robe over her sister's body. Lori was coming around now, and weeping with fear.
"Shhhhhhh, Lori, Lori, it's all right," Lynn whispered.
Lori clung to her sister's arms, and let herself be lifted to her feet and helped down the hallway to her bedroom.
There, Lynn laid her on her bed and threw the blanket up over her bare legs. Then, taking a deep breath for courage, she went back out to the living room and sat down.
She crossed her legs and bent over, untied her shoes, then slipped the socks down her calves and off her feet. She tucked the socks neatly inside the shoes, and placed the shoes under the chair she was sitting in, then straightened back up to face the two men-on their own terms!
"Daddy, Uncle Wes. Lori and I are virgins. We have never been touched. But we are also over the age of consent. What you saw, down in my bedroom, was she sought the right word, "… was an experiment. We… are different, Lori and I. It is an obvious difference. I have very large breasts, and Lori has small ones. Well, we wanted to… see what we looked like… and find out what we… felt like. And that's what we were doing. And I don't think that's wrong!"
She crossed her arms over her chest, and waited.
Wes leaned forward on the couch.
"Um, Lynn. It may not be my place to speak to you about this… affair," he looked at John as he spoke, a glance that asked permission to continue. John nodded. Wes said, "But what you should try to understand is this. Your father and I saw two girls embracing and kissing, kissing each other's breasts. Kissing is not just seeing, or feeling, is it, honey?"
Lynn shook her head, started to defend herself again, but Wes cut her off.
"So you can see how your father must have interpreted what he saw, can't you?"
"Yes, but…
"Yes, but there's a name for girls who make love to other girls, sweetheart. Lesbians."
"Yes, I know, but…
"Lesbians. Now both your father and I have had a lot of experience in the real world, the world of work, and more importantly, the world of men and women. Do you see?"
"Yes, I do see, but…
"But nothing, Lynn!" John almost shouted. "If I ever catch you and Lori in such a position, EVER, I'll…
"You can see how upset John is, can't you, Lynn? Of course you can." Wes sat back on the couch, satisfied that he'd cleared up everything, settled all the problems.
John was sullen, silent.
Lynn sat still, also silent. But she was baffled. She hadn't gotten in a word in her defense, and neither of the men had said anything at all that made the slightest sense!
"Damn it!" she shouted at them both.
John jerked his head up, and Wes sat up straight!
Lynn leaped to her bare feet, yanking wildly at the belt around her waist. She pulled it free and stripped the soft robe from her body, threw it far aside!
"Damn it! Damn you both!" she yelled. "This is what you really want! Both of you! Well, go ahead and look! I have the biggest damned tits in the world!" She arched her back and pulled her firm belly taut, throwing her jugs high!
"Cindy told me all men want is to hurt and fuck! And she sure must have been right!"
Lynn grabbed her own tits with her hands and squeezed them hard!
"Hurt and fuck!"
She pinched her huge nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out away from her knockers, wincing at the pain she was causing herself!
"Lynn!" John shouted at her. "Stop this, right flow!"
"She's going crazy, John!" Wes shouted over at his brother, standing up.
But Lynn fell suddenly to the floor in a sobbing, shuddering heap, limp and exhausted, utterly humiliated, completely frustrated.
"Leave her!" John commanded as Wes started toward the girl. "She seems perfectly capable of taking care of herself! In all ways!"
Lynn was not going crazy. She was quite normal, in fact. Her sexuality demanded expression, and fulfillment, and it had received only partial expression, and no fulfillment at all.
She lay on the living room floor, naked and crying, while the two men-her own father and her own uncle-simply sat there and watched!