It was late in the evening when the train pulled into the Morristown station. The family were the only people on the platform. Bob was the first to board the train, bounding along the aisle to sweep me up into his arms and kiss me with a loud smack. “Hi, sis!” he said, radiating college cheer for the sake of Dad, who came in hot on his heels. “How's my favorite sister doing!”
“Just fine. Hi, Daddy,” I said, kissing my father on the proffered cheek.
“Hello, Kathy. Help your sister with her bags, Bob, and let's get going. It's getting awfully late.”
That was Dad all over. People should be in bed by a certain hour. That was the law of nature. People shouldn't waste too much time on emotional displays. That was uncouth. If he wasn't my father I'd be inclined to describe him as a prig. Bob gave me a wink and grabbed my bags. Elaine and Nora stood outside with Mum and for a few moments I was surrounded by kissing, hugging relatives. Then it was over. Dad took charge of his clan and herded us into the station wagon.
At home Mum spent an inordinate amount of time bustling about in the kitchen. She emerged finally with cake and coffee, but I could tell she was very ill at ease. Dad, too, seemed to be preoccupied with something he didn't even want to think about. I knew what the problem was, of course. Finding Bob and me in bed together was the worst thing that had ever happened to them. Mum and Dad had led extremely regular lives. He was the vice-president; at a large insurance company, she was the dutiful wife, the kind who attends charity affairs with a zeal and acts as the hostess at a moment's notice.
It often seemed to me as though neither of them had ever explored life beyond the boundaries of convention. I could imagine Dad saying “Thank you” to Mum after he'd screwed her. Their sex life had to be conducted with the utmost of decorum. None of us kids had ever heard them at it, nor had we ever seen either of them wholly or partially naked.
Because they maintained such rigid standards, their children had led pretty sheltered lives-and reacted against this in their own fashion. Bob, I noticed, had let his hair grow well beyond Dad's standards of decency. At nineteen, Nora looked every inch the radical college student, with her hair long and straight, wearing only blue jeans and army shirts, and given to excessive smoking. Dad loathed her for this but deep in the back of his mind he figured she'd grow out of it one day and marry an insurance man just like himself. Elaine, on the other hand, was rapidly turning into a mystery woman. She dressed with a great deal of elegance and simplicity, choosing only those clothes that complemented her long, snaky body, keeping her hair close cropped to accentuate her long neck and small head, and saying very little to anyone.
And then there was Mum, the full-bosomed, ample-hipped one hundred percent woman who had never been taught the meaning of sex. I watched her as she moved around the room, fussing over her brood, serving Dad who occupied his throne with regal disdain, and I saw the emptiness in her life for the first time. She had all the equipment and it must be a perpetual puzzle to her why she had it. Those full breasts had never been sucked and handled like mine had. And those full, firm thighs had never been relished and ravaged. At the tender age of sixteen I felt as though I was already more experienced than my mother would ever be.
We managed to make small talk for the required length of time, long enough to make them feel as though I felt welcome. It was a strain on me to put up with it all. Bob sat just a few feet away from me and he attracted me more than ever. How handsome he was with his dark locks curling around his face! His swimmer's body was tanned and in peak condition. All he wore was a T-shirt and tight jeans, allowing me to check him out as thoroughly as I might have if he was naked. That thick bulge in his lap drew my eyes to itself over and over. I relived that brief moment of pleasure when that snake had risen and filled my gap. Would we get a chance to try it again? Was he still willing?
He certainly was. His eyes devoured me, — running over the contours of my body over and over. Quite often he lost the thread of the conversation and had to ask for someone to repeat a question when he was addressed. That bulge in his jeans kept waxing and waning. Did the others notice? Dad watched us tike an undercover agent, pretending not to have a care in the world but never going off-guard. I wanted to warn Bob to take it easy-but then I would make the same mistake myself by staring at his bulge for too long.
“Time for bed,” Dad announced. We rose dutifully, relieved that this family situation had come to an end.
“By the way,” he said as I headed for my old room, “we've made a small change in the sleeping arrangements here. You'll be in Elaine's bedroom for the time being.”
“Why?” I said. “Don't you trust me anymore?”
“If I don't you have only yourself to blame, young lady,” said Dad, and a small tic appeared in his left eye. “Now let's not talk about this. It'll only upset your mother.”
And indeed, Mum looked very nervous. I nodded and followed Elaine up the stairs. Bob sighed deeply and shuffled off to his room. Only Nora remained behind. Since she was the oldest, and the most assertive, she didn't take orders from Dad anymore.
When the door closed behind Elaine and I, a strange and unsettling experience took place. For a moment I failed to recognize her as my sister! Perhaps it was the year we'd spent apart or some dysfunction in my mind-but for that moment she looked like an immensely desirable young girl to me. Of course that's exactly what she was, but sisters aren't supposed to feel that way about each other. Then again, brothers and sisters aren't either.
I shook my head and sat on my bed, which had been placed at the other side of the room against the wall facing the window. That was probably to keep Bob from sneaking in to see me. Elaine didn't see fit to make any comments on this situation and I didn't want to talk about it. She undressed in silence before walking over to the wardrobe to find her nightie. It was during that minute of nudity that I experienced the same difficulty in keeping my feelings sisterly. She was so sleek, so elegant, that she was almost other-worldly. Elaine had no tits. Just big nipples. Her cheeks were hard and round, and moved minimally when she walked. Long legs, beautifully shaped, suddenly stopped and her ass began. The curve of her back excited me, too. There was something coltish about her, though she was without awkwardness. And when she walked towards the wardrobe I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach-hers was a beauty that had no consciousness of itself. It just existed like a random, brutal force. I wanted her with every fibre of my body for that moment. The trouble was that I didn't know her as a person. The mystery woman in the making, that was Elaine. She could be super-straight, or a red-hot mama, there was no way of telling. I undressed and watched her to see if she reacted. But she remained inscrutable, getting into bed and yawning as she wished me goodnight.
When the lights went out my troubles really started. In this house and in the dark I was surrounded by memories and physical presences. There was Bob, lying on the other side of the wall. And there was Elaine, in the bed so close to mine. All that coupled With the vivid recollections of a year's lovemaking with Ann and the club members-and no way to deal with my rising lust except manually.
I waited for half an hour to give Elaine a chance to fall asleep. When her breathing was regular and relaxed, I turned on the small TV at the foot of my bed, taking care to keep the volume down low. Now the blue light of the set spread across the room and showed me Elaine's slender form as she lay half under her sheets. She was on her side facing away from me, her bare shoulders all the more enticing in the strangely cold light. There was a movie on TV, a beach party film starring all sorts of teenage idols destined to become insurance salesmen in later life. I watched them absently as my hands began the familiar preamble. Already the anticipation of a private, secretive climax was tingling through me. Masturbation was a singular pleasure, one that couldn't be compared to “real” sex. It occupied a position somewhere between sex and life. And there were moments when I could turn myself on just thinking about the next time in bed, alone with my nimble fingers.
Silently my fingers ran down my chest and stomach, stirring up the first burst of tiny impulses under my skin. Nerves became alert, a knot of tension raveled together in my chest, and the sweat broke out on my temples. I stopped for a moment to prop the pillows up under my head, then fixed my half-closed eyes on the TV screen and began the long, intimate process in all seriousness.
The TV showed a group of boys and girls on the beach doing a peculiar, inhibited dance to the strains of an unknown rock group. I'd seen so many of those films already and they were all the same. But I had never watched one while masturbating. Suddenly I began to look at the protagonists more closely, noting the virile swell in the boys' swim suits and the curvaceous-ness of the girls' bikinis. I imagined myself among them, doing the same twist, bumping up against them, seeing the boys close up, and my fantasy lent a little impact to my masturbation. My hands closed around my tits, kneading them rhythmically, and that clammy sensation sprang up between my legs. What did they do once the cameras had had their fill? Did all the boys and girls go home to eat apple pie? Or did bikinis fly and cocks rear? I could just see them off camera, laughing at their own play at innocence and decency, before embarking on a series of the most disgusting acts known to man. The girl with the pony tail and the boy with the duck's ass, surely they would rut like pigs in the sand. And the blonde with the fringe, wouldn't she like Mr. Muscles over there to ram her into oblivion? What about the adults, how would they like to grope around in those teeny-bopper panties. The adults were faded stars but they would have enough currency to bring the groupie out of most of the girls shown on my screen.
So thinking I had to rub and squeeze myself harder just to keep up with my mind. I plunged from one erotic hot bath into the next, conjuring up things for the happy, clean crew to do. And, while they danced and played practical jokes on each other and chased a Russian spy into a phony sand dune, I had them ramming each other, eating cunt and sucking cock, and it all became so realistic in my mind that I lost all power to distinguish between dream and reality. With it went the last of my caution.
I must have been making a lot of noise when I tried to insert several fingers up my cunt, because Elaine sat upright all of a sudden and asked: “What are you doing to yourself, Kathy? Are you alright?”
“I'm fine,” I puffed, dragging my hands away from my burning cunt and doing my best to look normal. “I was just itchy, that's all.”
“Itchy?” Elaine gave me a dubious look and came over to sit on the side of my bed. “Was that all you were doing to yourself, scratching? It sure looked like you were doing something else to me. And besides, I've never heard a person make sounds like that when they scratched.”
“Well, what do you think I was doing?” I said irritably. Desirable as she was, I just wanted her to go back to her own bed and leave me to take care of my aroused body.
“You were playing with yourself, weren't you?” Elaine sounded tentative now, as if she was guessing.
“That's right, I was playing with myself. Why, don't you ever do such things?”
“To tell you the truth, Kathy, I don't know how to. Some of the girls in my class are always talking about it but when I ask them how they do it they won't tell me.”
“Why won't they?”
“Because they can't believe I don't know, so they just think I'm pulling their leg.”
That changed everything for me. If Elaine wanted to learn, who could teach her better than me? “You want me to show you how, Elaine?” I asked gently.
“Would you? Oh, I'd really appreciate it. You see, all the girls in my class think I know everything because I look like I do. It's really awful to know so Utile.”
“Don't worry, love,” I said, getting up on my knees and running my hand along her face. “I'll teach you everything you want to know about your own body.” I pulled her close to me and caressed her close-cropped hair. “Yes, everything,” I repeated softly, nuzzling at her ear. She wasn't completely at ease but let me have my way. My first objective was to relax her the way-Ann had relaxed me so long ago. The head was a safe place to begin, effective yet non-sexual. And so I caressed her skull through the short soft hair. Even her skull had an elegant shape and I became quite involved in it. But my hands moved on down to her long neck the moment she was ready for progress. Elaine sat on my bed with her hands folded in her lap and let me have my way. She didn't understand what was happening to her but she started to enjoy it. Now and then she leaned her head against mine and seemed on the point of kissing me. Her training had been rigorous. Open displays of emotion weren't her strongest point. And while I continued my seduction of her I began to see Dad's hand in her personality. He had always paid special attention to Elaine's upbringing, probably because he felt he'd failed with Nora. Not to mention me. And now Elaine had taken refuge in her mysterious elegance, feigning worldliness and indifference to disguise the woman inside.
My hands came down to her shoulders and brushed her nightie out of the way. It slipped from her torso with just a whisper of cloth. Elaine did nothing to stop it. She sat with her head bent, her eyes on her hands, and her beauty made me catch my breath. A lithe Madonna, the same oval face, almond-shaped eyes, long lashes, her shoulders broad, a little bony, two nipples protruding from faint swellings, her belly long and flat all the way down to the fuzzy little patch between her supple thighs. My lust reared up. I pushed her back to lie down so I could get her nightie off all the way, and for a moment it seemed as though I would attack her with abandon-but then I remembered the differences between what Elaine needed and what I wanted.
“Well start with your breasts,” I said, throwing her nightie on the floor.
“But I don't have any,” she protested, half laughing.
“That's not the point, baby,” I said. “It's how sensitive they are that counts.” So saying, I lay down beside her and started to caress her nipples with the flat of my hand. Both nipples became hard in no time at all, rubbery and exciting. Elaine moved uneasily but I could tell she was getting the drift. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples between my lips, mauling it tenderly. One of my arms went behind her back, the other moved down to take hold of her hips, and I hugged her body tightly to mine as my mouth sucked harder at her tit. She embraced me with unexpected passion and her chest moved into my face as though she wanted to give me all of herself. I brought my teeth to bear on her firm nipple, chafing it, rubbing on it, and sucking it deep into my mouth till her flesh ballooned against my teeth.
“That's lovely,” she sighed, “but how can I do that to myself?”
“Oh yes, Td forgotten,” I said guiltily. “Well look, when you're by yourself just fondle your tits… like this.” I lay back and took my tits in hands, squeezing and pinching them till Elaine got the hang of it. “But you shouldn't leave it at that,” I went on. “Your whole body is excitable. On some days, for example, a hand on my shoulder can make me tremble all over. And on other days I can't stop from touching my ass. You feel how good your cheeks feel-here, like this, see how nice your little ass is? The trick is to learn how to enjoy yourself without being guilty. It's yours, and that means it's yours to do with as you please, always remember that.”
“It's very nice,” agreed Elaine, “but is that all there is to it?”
“No, not quite,” I said, getting in between her legs and lying so that the blue light of the TV shone directly on her little cunt. “I have to teach you the workings of the most important part of your body.”
“My box?” she queried.
“Exactly.” A prying finger ran the length of her chubby little slit and found her valley damp but far from wet. The dark fuzz of hair did nothing to conceal her labia. They pushed out at me invitingly and I couldn't resist pressing a fond kiss on them. Elaine jerked back and asked if that was normal. “See if you enjoy it,” I replied. She lay back dubiously and watched as I went down on her properly. “You can't do this by yourself, either,” I said muffledly, “but bringing it to mind helps your fingering exercises.”
“I see,” she said vaguely.
My tongue reached out and lightly brushed along the cleavage between her fulsome lips. The tangy flavor of her juices reached my taste buds and nose at the same time and set my head awhirl with pleasure. She was so fresh, so naive, and yet she was only moments away from womanhood. Soon her bland juices would be spiced with the savor of an orgasm, I would see to that. My hands took hold of her flexed buttocks and held them wide apart to get my tongue into her tight hole. Elaine still wasn't sure but she was in the mood to experiment, and that was all I needed.
My tongue probed deep up her virginal cunt, evoking a slow response from her. A prying finger located her asshole and rotated about the tense, soft rim. I straddled her shin bone and rubbed my hairy pussy along the ridge of bone for the sake of balance. And slowly, ever so slowly, I brought her up to my own pitch of excitement. Even though she might be having problems with her emotions, she had enough sense to ride the tide. The tip of my tongue slipped out of her hole and up the slit till it detected the tiny clitoris hidden under its tug of skin. I bore down on it with all the pressure my tongue could muster, prodding at it, flicking at it, working it over till Elaine's hips began to move up and down in an uncontrollable spasm of lust. And now the fluids began to flow! The tinge of olives and mushrooms appeared in her flavor, growing stronger as more of the thick nectar came down. I sucked her cunt into my mouth, as much of it as would fit, and drew the juices out of her, squeezing them out, greedy for every drop. Elaine just moaned and writhed, her hands clawing at her tiny tits, edging towards erotic hysteria. All I had to do now was push her over the edge.
That was the easiest part of all. Elaine pumped up her own passions. Her breathing became faster and faster, her hands mangled her tits till they were bloodless, and her wet little cunt pressed hard against my lips. Then, with a surprised squeal, she came. For a minute or so she just kept saying “Wow! Is that it? Oh wow!” And then she looked at me expectantly, obviously hoping for another one.
“Now do it yourself,” I said, lying down next to her and taking up where I'd left off earlier. “Once you're hot it's a good idea to put something into your pussy, if only for moral support. Here, look at me, see how I can fit several fingers into the hole when it's good and wet? Now you do it. That's it, work them back and forth. You'll be amazed how much will fit.”
She followed my orders dutifully, leaving one hand on her tits to play with them while the other invaded her cunt. I could still smell and taste her. The juices from her cunt had formed a film over my face and mouth, which gave my masturbating quite a fillip. The two fingers I'd had in my cunt when Elaine had awaken were now back inside rummaging in search of vitally sensitive spots. I was soaking wet and shivering with tension. The small orgasms I'd had while making love to my beautiful little sister just weren't satisfactory. The big one was my goal.
Watching Elaine follow my lead was most gratifying. She did her best to be cool about it, but gradually her passion ran away with her. It wasn't long before she had a couple of fingers hooked into her cunt too and her loins were bobbing up and down once more. Then her eyes fell and she bit her lips, fingering with fervor, everything forgotten but the romp of wild sensations in her body.
And eventually I forgot about her. A confusion of images filled my mind as my fingers gyrated about inside my cunt and another worked its way up my asshole. As one we moaned and writhed, finger-fucking, letting our fantasies provide the impetus, keeping it up till it seemed dangerous to go any further. Elaine grabbed hold of me with one hand, her other hand massaging her cunt without a pause. She was half crying, half laughing, and she said: “This is the end, Kathy, say good-bye to sanity. No, no, this is too much-oh Jesus, aaaAAAAAAAHHHH! Mmmmmmm…” And then she was silent, her face fixed in a broad smile, her chest heaving.
That did it for me. All the aroused centers in my body suddenly flashed in a simultaneous short-circuit, with energy running rampant, flares of it all coming together in a bonfire that threatened to consume me for a moment And then, after a shrill peak of ecstasy, the fires died down as slowly as movie house lights, the rheostat of passion dimming further and further, till everything was just perfect.
“So now you know,” I said to her, and Elaine smiled even more.
“It's so easy,” she marveled. “No wonder the girls wouldn't tell me. Only an idiot couldn't figure out how to jerk off.”
“Jerk off.” She sounded funny using slang. Her elegant appearance didn't lend itself to looseness. But I knew what she meant. Some of the girls I'd known had taught themselves how to satisfy their pubescent needs. Others had to be taught. Some of us-and that included me-were so naive that sex didn't even enter into our thinking. Once introduced to it, however, there was no forgetting it. I'd been initiated and now Elaine had had a taste. So much for the parental plan of keeping me decent by putting me in my little sister's room. If Dad caught us playing with each other he would surely lose his mind. That was a sobering thought. “Hey, you'd better get back into your own bed,” I said. “You know what'll happen if we're caught, don't you?”
“Ah, who cares,” Elaine said with contempt in her voice. “I'm sick of this place, anyway. I wouldn't mind if Mum and Dad sent me to a boarding school.”
“You don't know what you're talking about.” My voice lacked conviction so I talked louder to sound authoritative. “Just get into your bed and think yourself lucky you weren't sent to school the way I was.”
“Okay,” Elaine said sulkily. “Sorry I bothered you.”
“Don't be sorry,” I said softly. “I loved every moment of it.”
“I'm glad.” She was smiling again. I turned off the TV and lay back in the dark of night, wondering if my sexual preferences had really been altered at boarding school. But then I thought of Bob and how I had yearned for him earlier, and I knew it would work out- somehow.