It was still early enough to make love just once before the others started to come home. But just as we began our dash up the driveway, Bob stopped me and pointed at a car parked nearby-it was the British sports car owned by Nora's friend.
“That's too bad,” I said. “We'll have to find another time to do it-but what about Nora, is she screwing that guy?”
“I don't know if she screws at all,” Bob said. We sauntered up the long driveway and peeked through the living room window first to see if anything was happening. Nora and her beau were on the couch engaged in hot debate. She sat at one end and he sat at the other, and it didn't look to either of us as though they'd behaved differently, before we came home.
“How come you don't know?” I asked as we made our way to the front door. “Isn't this a closely knit family?”
“No need to be satirical,” said Bob. “Nora just gives me the impression of not knowing what it's all about. I think she takes after Mum somehow.”
“Oh dear,” I said, shaking my head. “How awful for her.”
We strolled in to the living room just in time to hear Nora say to her friend: “As far as I'm concerned, celibacy is the thing. I mean, the women's movement has gone through the whole hetero trip and then they tried the lesbian bit and it just doesn't work. Sex stands between women and liberation. As it stands we have no choice but to swear off sex altogether and develop ourselves on a different plane!”
Her friend, who was introduced later as Harold, seemed to be in agreement with her. He was tall, wore his hair pulled back in a pony tail and had on rimless glasses. Like Nora he wore army surplus clothing, a khaki shirt and jungle warfare pants. Unlike Nora he looked horrible in them. She looked like a sex symbol incognito, sort of disguising herself so the public won't know her yet keeping enough charisma in view to draw a lot of stares. And Nora, in spite of her formless shirt and baggy pants, couldn't help those sudden protuberances, was unaware of the few undone buttons in her shirt that revealed the rise and swell of her tits. Her long neck sloped away into delicate shoulders, just visible through the open collar. And Harold was only too aware of her beauty, we could see that right away. Though he agreed with her on all points his eyes kept straying down into the recesses of her shirt for visual caresses. At one point she stood up to pace up and down in front of him and his head moved as though he was watching a tennis match. Nora wore no underwear and her baggy trousers didn't confine the natural, erotic motion of her buttocks in the slightest. With every quiver of her flesh, every roll of her cheeks, Harold sank deeper into the couch.
“Once celibacy is an established principle,” said Nora, pointing up into the air for emphasis, “men and women will be forced to regard each other as human beings. There will be no alternative! As it is, sex interferes with human communication. Men and women pretend to be addressing each other's mind, but what do they really do? It's all sex talk ultimately, boil down any philosophical or anthropological or theological discussion between opposing sexes and it's just sex talk, I don't care what anyone says. You know it's true, Harold, haven't we-” She stopped in mid-sentence, aware of having an audience. “Oh, hi Kathy, Bob, did you have a nice swim?”
“Yes, thanks, but don't stop talking just because we're here, keep going, it sounds very interesting,” I said.
“Well, Harold and I have just come from a demonstration for equal rights and we were just talking about that. I'm sure it wouldn't interest either of you for long.”
Nora lit a cigarette to hide her blush. Obviously this was a touchy subject with her. Harold was more than willing to explain the theories of the movement, and actually started to do so till she cut him off. Bob and I went upstairs into his room. An hour remained to us before Dad would come home. An hour in which to further explore the new world that had opened up to her.
“Let's leave the door open,” Bob suggested. “That way Dad won't get suspicious if he happens to come by before we expect him to.”
“Alright…” I said hesitantly, “but won't that cramp your style a little?”
“I've got it all worked out,” he grinned. “Change into a dress, that little mini-dress you've got, and don't wear anything underneath it. In the meantime I'll put on my zip-up shorts. You'll see, it'll work out fine.”
I hurried to do his bidding, my curiosity more aroused than my body. How could Bob hope to get away with anything in this house? I ran a comb through my hair once I had the dress on to make myself look as decent as possible, and as I inspected myself in front of the full-length mirror I remembered something from a year ago… I'd worn the same dress not long before The Incident, and Dad had seen me come down the stairs in it. His severe sergeant major's mien slipped momentarily as a smile softened his features, and he said: “You look pretty as a picture, Kathy, a real little lady. Why don't you wear that dress more often?” Straight after that he resumed his normal expression. At the time it had seemed odd to me but I shrugged it off. Now, however, it took on a strange significance- too strange for me to figure it out.
Bob was waiting for me by the window. It looked out over the driveway, thus giving us an early-warning system. A box seat had been built under the window sill, filling in the niche, and pillows lined it from end to end. Bob had positioned himself with his back against the wall, his legs pulled up to make room for me at the other end of the seat. I smiled coyly on taking up my position. That mini-dress only covered my vital parts as long as I stood up straight and didn't breathe. Sitting casually opposite Bob showed him all, and I could see the pleasure I gave him in his eyes.
He zipped his shorts down-and once again his virile cock reared up and quivered before me. “I've got just a bit left,” he grinned. “One last load and it's all yours if you want it.”
“Oh, Bobby!” I crowed, caught in the grip of a resurgent lust. “I'll take it all!” With that I pitched face-first down on his crotch and took his big cock into my mouth. I had to turn my face to the side to fit it in but bravely pushed on, dipping my mouth so far down over his cock that his woolly pubic hair brushed against my nose. The vibrancy of his hard cock reverberated throughout my body, activating me from head to toe. Bob sat with his face turned towards the driveway, watching it as if nothing was happening. But now and then he twisted uncomfortably as the sensations got too much for him.
I was supposed to keep an eye on the door to make sure no one came down the passageway. That duty proved too much for me. His cock bulged my cheeks out and filled my face so completely that I could hardly open my eyes! Nora wouldn't be likely to come upstairs, not while she had Harold to talk at. She loved to talk. No one could shut her up once she started. And so I gave myself over to sucking my brother's cock, letting the process absorb me until my whole body was engaged in making love to his towering phallus.
“You'd better stop,” he said suddenly. I drew back and looked out of the window, expecting to see Dad's car drive up. “No, there's no one coming,” said Bob, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I didn't want to blow just yet. Jesus, you turn me on, Kathy! Other girls have tried to blow me but I just couldn't get off on it. When you do it, though, it's a whole new sensation.”
“Let me know when you're ready for more.”
“I'll tell you what,” he said, getting to his feet, “you sit on your knees on the seat and lean with your elbows on the window sill, just like you're waiting for Dad to come home. And leave the rest to me.
Once more I obeyed him, poking my ass back at him with enthusiasm. I felt his thick knob rub along the furrow of my ass, slowly, nudging up against my asshole, then down the slit of my pussy. A deep shiver ran through me and I pushed my ass back further in an open invitation for him to enter my body, anyway he wanted. I could still feel the echo of his potent fucking at the lake, the taste of thick cock, hot flesh riding in and out of my body. And the time had come for more. But Bob teased me like a trout fisher. The delicious bait dangled before the entrance to my pussy and had it been humanly possible I would have swallowed him for keeps.
He played me for as long as I could stand it. Then, when I felt Td snap if he didn't feed me a length of hot cock right away, I said: “Come on, Bob, Dad could be home at any time!” That did it. He rested his knob directly against my cunt hole, paused a moment, then shoved it up me when he thought I was ready. For a second my pussy resisted, tightening like a virgin. Bob moved back a little way and tried again, bumping his knob into me till my flesh gave way and admitted him to the hot, wet cavity inside.
I leaned over the window sill and let my eyes drift over the garden and the trees and the driveway without seeing much at all. Powerful sensations erupted in my belly. Bob had half of his cock into me already and he was pushing to get the rest up there too. The blood pulsed through my body, faster and faster, thumping in my ears, but I leaned further forward anyway, to give Bob all of my ass.
He had found his rhythm and now his cock slipped in and out of me with long, regular strokes. His hands gripped the flesh of my ass and his pubic bone thudded against my asshole with each mighty stroke. I mauled one of my tits in tune with his fucking, but for the rest I looked normal enough, at least from the point of view of someone coming up the driveway. The surrounding houses were mainly shuttered and curtained into blindness, but I fantasized that people were peering through their drapes to see what was going on in Bob's bedroom. Why was Kathy leaning out of the window and why was Bob rocking back and forth behind her like that? They wouldn't have the imagination to work it out, I thought.
My pleasant reverie was interrupted by the emergence of Nora and Harold. She was going to walk him to his car but she happened to look up and see me. “Admiring the view, Kathy?” she said, turning around to face me.
“Uh…” I replied. Nothing in me was prepared for this. My mind turned and creaked but no words appeared. Bob was battering my innards from all angles, fucking on all the more heatedly now that he knew someone was around. It turned him on but it left me in hot water. “… Just relaxing,” I said finally.
“Listen, tell Dad I'll be back in half an hour,” said Nora. “Harold and I are going to the campus library.”
“Yeah, right,” I croaked. Could she hear Bob's loins slapping against my ass? And did the sound of my slurping curt carry all the way down? There was no need to worry, I told myself, because Nora wouldn't recognize the sounds even if she heard them.
“Have they gone?” asked Bob.
“Yes,” I said. He started to fuck me harder, driving his cock deep into me, his fingernails digging into my buttocks painfully. And every bit of the pain complemented the pleasure, giving it that little extra just for me. It felt as though my whole body was raring into an erogenous zone in the course of this fuck. When his rough pubic hair brushed against my asshole it irradiated all sorts of sharp, tiny thrills through me; and his fingernails coursing down the orbs of my ass produced different feelings, hot and cold, shivery feelings that undermined my sanity most effectively. Then, when he reached out with one hand to squeeze my tits through my dress, I thought the nipples would burst with delight!
The position I was in excited me, too. It was a strictly sexual stance, one in which anyone could be fucking me and I wouldn't know if it was an Alsation or Paul Newman. Anonymous, lustful, with only Bob's hard breathing to tell me there was a human attached to the cock and grasping hands. Like a bitch in heat I cocked my ass up at the male thing and let myself be fucked tremendously. There were moments when I couldn't contain all the passion, and that's when long, wailing cries escaped me, cries that became shorter, more urgent as I closed in on my orgasm. After a time my breathing became vocalized, every pant a yell, every inhalation a cry of need! And Bob kept ramming and reaming, so vigorous and capable.
“Here's Dad!” he hissed, and speeded up his motion. I focussed my eyes on the driveway and saw his long car swing in. For the last moment of our intimacy I lowered my head and concentrated everything on reaching my climax. We were so close, so very close! My body turned tense, ready to explode-but then Bob pulled out, grabbed a handkerchief, and shot his wad into it. He rubbed his cock clean, pressed the remnants of his sperm into it and threw the hanky under his bed. “Come on, Kathy,” he said, zipping up his shorts, “stand up and pull your dress down.”
“I can't!” I sobbed. “Please Bob, I'm so close-finger me, do anything, but get me off!”
“Shit!” He checked to see where Dad was. Dressed in his stiff business outfit, Dad strode across the lawn and glanced at me curiously. “Okay, just stay like that.” Two, three, fingers shoved up my cunt and his thumb began to titillate my clitoris impatiently, a harsh way of doing it but just what I needed. It took me a little while to get back on the track but then I came! A sudden bubble of color welled up in my belly and burst all through me, blotting out everything but my ecstasy while it lasted. When I came down Bob had already set me on my feet and pulled my dress down over my ass.
“Hi Dad!” he said brightly, and I, following his lead, said hello to Dad, too.
“Hello, kids,” he said sternly. “Did you enjoy your outing?”
“Very much, thank you, Dad.” Would he notice the hot flush on my face? Couldn't he see that Bob was shining with perspiration? Apparently not. He went into the master bedroom and closed the door. Bob and I looked at each other and sighed with relief. I fell back on his bed and crossed my legs. It was impossible to stand up with my knees as weak as they were.
When Dad came out of his room he was dressed in his casual around-the-house clothes; i.e. white shirt, tie, slacks, and hush-puppies. Other men might slop around in T-shirts and old jeans, but to Dad that was decadent His thick, dark hair was freshly combed and slicked down just a little more with his hair cream. His pants were pressed, his shirt brightly white, everything about him was perfect. A handsome man, athletic of build, Dad took a strange pride in his appearance-strange only because it wasn't meant to impress anyone but himself. If he'd been wooing a woman we might have understood his military demeanour.
“Get off Bobby's bed,” he said curtly.
“Sorry Dad.” I got to my feet and walked out of the room to go into Elaine's. The dress went back into the closet and I wrapped a towel around my naked body to go into the shower. I had to pass Dad again to get to the bathroom and he treated me to a disapproving look. Uptight old bastard, I thought, closing the door behind me and letting the towel drop to the floor. “One of these days I'll treat him to a sight he'll never forget,” I vowed in silence. “I'll give him the beaver shot of his lifetime and then let's see how big a prig he is.' No sooner had I thought that thought than I flushed from head to toe. What a way to think about one's father! Then again-what could he do? Send me back to boarding school, that's what.
I made the shower purposely cold and let it cool me down from the outside in. Bob and I had been lucky that day but how often could we count on parental blunders to bring us together? Now that I'd had a taste of meat again I was less than anxious to return to masturbation. Dad was obviously as suspicious as ever. Well, he had good reason to be. Bob and I would go at it whenever we could. They couldn't guard us day and night. But how much nicer it would be if they would just leave us alone to do what we wanted!
With a sigh I let my mind dwell on that happening-free to make love within the family, Bob, Elaine, and me, and perhaps Aunt Liz and Nora too, later. But it seemed impossible, no matter how much I wish it wasn't. I dried myself down, dressed in fresh jeans and a skimpy top, and joined the others downstairs. Mum was home. When I first laid eyes on her I wasn't sure if I was seeing her or Aunt Liz. It took me a moment or so to dissociate the two, and the process left me blushing. Thinking of Mum of sexual terms was a strain for me… thinking that it was her tits that I had sucked, that it was her cunt Bob had eaten and fucked… it would pay me to keep her and her sister well apart.
Elaine came home just before dinner. She looked very excited and kept winking at me. I couldn't imagine what she had in her mind but I was glad she was glad. Dinner table conversation ran sluggishly. Dad limited the subjects that could be discussed. No sex, of course, and he objected to politics, religion and emotions, too. That left us to make small talk. Nora had the most trouble accepting his censorship. She wanted to discuss her new theories-not so much to get us interested as to air her views and debate them with herself. After some hesitation she began, saying: “The rally was a real success today, Mum.”
“That's nice, dear,” said Mum without looking up from her food.
“So many women came-and not just students either! You would have fitted right in. And I'll bet a lot of your friends were marching, too. Why don't you come some time, Mum, it'll really open your eyes up!”
Dad flashed her a dirty look but Nora gave him one right back and returned her attention to Mum. She didn't respond other than to nod and say: “Maybe.”
“Oh Mum, you make me so angry sometimes,” said Nora. “You won't try anything new.”
“Nora,” Dad said warningly.
“We're getting into so many exciting things,” Nora pressed on. “Like discovering ourselves, holding rap sessions, exploring the extent of role playing. It couldn't do you any harm, Mum, just come once with me one day.”
“Nora, would you please shut up,” Dad said firmly. “I don't want to come home after a hard day to hear about a bunch of crazy women who imagine the world is fooled by their warped words. All they are is perverted and I do wish you'd stop associating with them.”
Nora turned red with anger. Her dark eyes flashed dangerously and her notorious bad temper took over. “What do you mean, perverted!” she said loudly. “You think all Women's Libbers are just a group of dykes looking for a party, right?”
“Shut your mouth. I will not have such talk at the dinner table!”
“Well, let me tell you something, Dad, we women have reached a new point of development. We don't even care about sex anymore. We're all going celibate!”
Dad turned on her like a snake who's tail had been stepped on. “Sex!” he hissed. “That's all I ever hear about in this household! What is the matter with you kids, isn't there anything in the world apart from sex? This has to stop!”
“You must be kidding,” Nora retorted. “Say you were. I'm talking about celibacy and you say I'm talking smutty. That's as if I mentioned Joe McCarthy and you said I was talking about Communism!”
But Dad wasn't open to reason. He stood up and pushed his chair back so hard that it toppled and crashed to the floor. “Enough!” he roared, pointing an accusing finger at Nora. “Change the subject or shut up. You've done enough damage for one day, young lady.”
“Young lady!” she repeated with measured sarcasm, but she went no further. An ominous silence hung over the dinner table. Dad sat down again and continued to eat. Mum hadn't said a word or changed her facial expression throughout the discussion. Sometimes she reminded me of a zombie. She went about her chores dutifully, cooked well, took care of the household, but there was no joy in anything she did.
Just before we left the table she looked up and said to Nora: “By the way, Nora, you'll be sharing your room with Bob from tonight on. Aunt Liz is coming to stay with us for a while.” That said, she got up and began to clear the table. Nora shrugged and took it on the chin. But Bob and I were crushed. I had planned to sneak into his room that night. The day had been such a sexual explosion, and it wasn't over yet. My body needed him so, if not his cock specifically, then at least his touch, his warmth. Mum had put a damper on our plans the way one might squash an ant while taking a walk.
The news that Aunt Liz would be staying with us mollified me a little-and confused me a great deal! Why should she want to stay with us when she lived only a few miles away? And why hadn't Aunt Liz said anything about it earlier in the day? It didn't make sense. Even when Aunt Liz arrived and said how grateful she was to be able to stay with us while her house was being redecorated, it did nothing to clear up my doubts.
Bob and I had a moment alone near bed time. I saw in his eyes that he was as disappointed as me… though didn't I see a spark of anticipation there as well? Nora was extremely attractive and her tits were bigger than mine. But I felt silly for thinking along those lines. Why hadn't he gone after her before, while I was at school? Nora's views on sex were somewhat reassuring, too.
“See you tomorrow,” Bob said.
“Couldn't you sneak into my room sometime tonight?” I whispered. “Elaine won't mind, I'm sure of it.”
“I'll see,” he said.
“Do try, Bob, just for a few minutes,” I said.
But the hours went by and he didn't show. I lay in the darkness of Elaine's room listening to her excited stories about her hiking experiences and how she had taught her friend to masturbate while they were skinny dipping in the woods. I was glad for her but too preoccupied with my own desires to get involved with here. Even when Elaine suggested she come into my bed I kept her at a distance. I told her I was too tired-and I was! Yet I couldn't sleep for fear of missing Bob's visit.
Eventually, when Elaine's regular breathing told me she was fast asleep, I had to go check for myself. I slipped on a nightie and stole out of the room to tiptoe down the hallway. My hands closed around the knob on Nora's door and turned it slowly while I held my breath. It was locked. That aroused all of my suspicions. Why should they lock their door if not to keep me out? I turned around and went downstairs, hurrying down the stairs so fast I almost tripped.
The cool night air made me shiver convulsively. I stood still and wrapped my arms around my body for a moment, doing my best to calm my nerves. Brothers and sisters can't afford to give in to jealousy. That's what Aunt Liz had said and deep down I knew she was right. But I had to know what Bob was doing behind that closed door!
A big oak tree grew near Nora's window, its thick branches spreading in all directions. As kids we'd spent an awful lot of time in that tree, building cubby houses and playing pirates. Now it was to serve a more serious purpose. I jumped up and got hold of the lowest branch, lifted myself up and went for the next one. In no time at all I got to the branch that ran past Nora's window. The light was on. Nora lay in the bed nearer to the window, Bob was on the bed at the other side of the room. But that didn't mollify me because Nora was naked and watching Bob masturbate!
I bit my lip and fought down the temptation to burst through the window like some kind of an avenger. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong… they were only thinking about it.
Nora seemed fascinated by Bob's cock and the way his hand stroked it. She lay perfectly still, her head turned towards him, just watching. I began to wonder what was wrong with her. Now mat I could see what they were doing my imagination no longer had the power to upset me. And as I perched in the tree for a while I began to see the nicer aspects of the situation. Brotherly and sisterly love in action. Why should I want to keep Bob all to myself? Elaine was still a virgin… and Nora could well be, too. If it hadn't been for Bob I'd be just as badly off. No, it would be too selfish of me to insist on monopolizing Bob.
I noticed that Nora's hands were clutching at the sheets as though she was afraid to let them loose. Now and then it looked as though she was about to begin caressing herself, a flutter of her fingers quickly checked. I had no such inhibitions. The sight of Bob jerking off excited me all over. His cock looked so thick and tall, and he seemed to enjoy the friction of his hand so much. Besides, I knew how nice his cock felt to the touch, and the empathy of it was too much for me. My hand slipped down into my nightie and began to squeeze my tits one by one. It made me feel closer to him somehow. Once started, the ball could not be stopped. My loins began to tingle with a new lust, fresh and frisky, demanding satisfaction. I made myself as comfortable as possible in the arm of the tree, snuggling back with my legs pulled up so my chin rested on my knees. In that position I had an excellent view of the room and it was easy to get at my clammy pussy too.
One finger ran along my slit very slowly, just stirring up the centers of pleasure down there. Bob's hand conducted me. Up and down, at a measured pace, his closed palm applying the erotic friction to his cock that my finger brought to my clitoris. We weren't all that different. But I did secretly wish for a clitoris as big as his cock! To have both members, one on the thigh, the other between one's legs so that one could fuck oneself merely by crossing one's legs! The thought of that made me shiver with lust and my finger eased into the runny hole just to fill up the hot vacuum for a moment.
Nora seemed close to cracking under the strain. Her hands became increasingly restless and several times she actually touched her full breasts before shamefacedly returning her hands to her side. She looked so beautiful in her bed, so virginal somehow! My eyes ran over her long, full-blown body over and over again, savoring the soft curves and the pert tits pointing up at the ceiling. Her nipples were dark pink and hard. I was willing to bet that under that thick thatch of hair her cunt was running over. At last she couldn't resist any longer. Both her hands went up to her tits and she began to maul them with a passion borne out of guilt. Bob smiled encouragingly at her and, just to help her along, got up and masturbated standing by the side of her bed.
My finger was right up my cunt now, snooping in and out noisily. The other hand was wedged between my legs and tits, squeezing the sensitive nipple with a vengeance. I wanted to stretch out, to strip, and masturbate luxuriously; yet my confinement helped to distill the process, intensifying every thrill till I almost fell out of the tree.
Bob stood over Nora, cock in hand, stroking from the base right over the glans, back and forth with a mesmerizing rhythm. Nora's head lifted off the pillow and for a moment she pursed her lips and seemed about to swallow him. Then she fell back and one hand slipped down her belly to start rubbing her cunt vigorously. Her eyes never left Bob's big cock.
I wondered how long Bob could hold off. His face showed that he desired Nora's sexy body more than anything in the world at the moment. He was trembling and sweating, growing increasingly tense. The moment came, I could see it coming-he threw himself on top of Nora and began to rut like an animal, his cock thumping against her belly, her thighs, everywhere but her cunt. Nora froze. She turned a deadly pale and lay there like a block of ice. Only her legs moved. And they moved towards each other, to close like iron gates. It took Bob some time to take the hint. For a minute or more he threshed on top of her, desperate, driven crazy with his own lust… and then, gradually, he slowed down, slower, slower, down to a dead stop, his face turning red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment as he realized the full extent of his mistake.
He jumped to his feet and took his cock in hand. Nora relaxed and looked up at the mighty member that was getting the treatment just above her face. I could tell she wanted to get further away from it but she was afraid to upset Bob even more. He looked grim and masturbated with great singularity of purpose. I liked to see him go at himself this way, so brutal and pragmatic. My finger moved in and out of my box in time with his hand, my eyes rivetted on the swollen, flushed glans. Any moment it would give up its load of cream, the selfsame spurts that had tickled my innards so excruciatingly earlier. Nora just lay there, watching and waiting for the inevitable.
Bob and I came at the same time. My body drained itself of the knot of lust just as his cream burst out and fell in long drops on Nora's face. She made no move to dodge it. Pearl necklaces of sperm wreathed her nose, her lips and eyebrows, but she neither tried to lick at it or avoid it. It was as though she didn't know what was happening. Bob's face was compressed in a grimace of lust and pain as he bent over and jerked off even harder to squeeze the dregs out of his balls. Only drops came out now, welling up slowly and finally being lowered on thin strings of sperm till the string snapped and another fat drop landed on Nora's face. I had sagged into the arm of the tree, watching the spectacle through hooded eyes. Now that it was over I just wanted to go to sleep.
Bob gave his shrinking cock an abrupt shake and went back to his own bed. He pulled the sheet over his head and turned his back to Nora. She remained perfectly still, looking up at the ceiling. About five minutes later she got up and wiped her face with a handkerchief. She neither tasted it nor smelled it, just cleaned it off and turned the light down.
I clambered out of the tree and walked slowly back into the house. My legs felt weak and I could hardly keep my eyes open. The stairs seemed twice as long as usual. Yet, when I got into bed I couldn't fall asleep! My mind kept turning round and round, checking the situation between Bob and Nora. Should I be jealous? That was the question. Nora was my sister, Bob's sister, we were all equal to each other. Besides, Nora had problems that only a man like Bob could help her with. She hadn't refused him because of her celibacy theories, that was for sure. It was something much deeper and more problematic.
No, I told myself, I shouldn't be jealous. If Bob wanted to fuck Aunt Liz or Elaine or Nora or me, it made no difference. One way or another we would all derive pleasure from it. The more I thought about it, the more logical that seemed. If nothing else, the family would grow closer as we learned to love each other physically.