Elaine woke me early next morning in a most unconventional way. It started while I was still sleeping with a dream-that seemed to go on forever, a dream involving a tall, powerfully built man with hair greying at the temples, a stern man who excited me at once. In my dream I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when the stranger entered. He looked at me with penetrating eyes that made me shrink inside, then walked around me several times, inspecting me as though I was a pedigree horse. “Mmmmm,” he said, stroking his chin, “you're a neat little filly, aren't you.” I stood still, a wet dish in one hand, the dish mop in the other. “Very neat,” the stranger repeated, and his big, strong hand patted me on the ass. In the same movement he tore my dress off and left me standing naked at the sink.
“Give me that,” he said, taking the dish mop out of my hand. “Now bend over.” It didn't even occur to me to disobey him. He had come, seen, and conquered me. I bent over the sink, shuffling my feet to get my legs apart. Some strands of hair dangled in the sudsy water but that didn't worry me. The stranger knew what he was doing.
A hot, wet sensation sprang up between my legs, woolly too, the stringy dishmop pushing hard against my cunt to get inside it I did everything possible to help him, spreading my legs, bending over further, so far that my face dipped into the layer of lather in the sink. It smelled nice, very familiar, yet I couldn't place it The stranger managed to get the head of the dish mop inside my cunt and moved it up and down to excite every part of my innards. I could hardly stand so much ecstasy all at once! It felt as though a bull was up me and his cock was made of wool! I leaned over further, my face immersed in suds and water now, and I knew I'd drown if I didn't pull out but the last thing I wanted was for the stranger to pull the wonderful tool out of me. So I stayed underwater, doing my best to breathe the air out of the bubbles, groaning wetly, having a wonderful time. It went on and on and still I didn't drown. Only when I became aware of the actual danger of drowning did I panic, and that's when I came to, spluttering, fighting for breath, pushing Elaine's ass off my face.
“What's going on!” I said angrily. “Were you trying to choke me or something?”
“No, I was just trying to wake you up nicely,” said Elaine. She turned around to face me, taking her two fingers out of my cunt and sticking them into her mouth suggestively. “Why, didn't you enjoy it?”
“Well…” I hesitated, then smiled. “I guess I did enjoy it. You just took me by surprise.”
Elaine came down on top of me and kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of my own cunt. With the excitement of the dream carrying me over I needed no more than that to get me right into the mood. I embraced her passionately and ground my pubic bone against hers. Instinctively our hips began to gyrate against each other so that the flesh of my cunt was tugged up and down, stimulating my clitoris even more, and before long we were fucking like fiends. Our groans mingled, our kisses turned savage as we bit each other's lips. My hands were down on her tender little buttocks, pressing down hard each time I pushed up, both of us working till the first Utile climax rippled through our bodies.
Elaine rolled off me and we lay side by side for a while to get our breath back. She looked delicious in the early morning light, her short dark hair tousled, her deep brown eyes gleaming with secret pleasures, and her snakey body inclined towards me as if to show off the sparse patch of hair between her slender thighs. Our proximity soon got the better of us. The triangle of hair beckoned me imperiously, drawing me to it, and as I turned to obey, Elaine moved into my loins, our lips meeting the other's pussy at the same time.
In the light of day her cunt was totally visible, no mystifying shadows or romantic dimness. The pudgy lips pressed together, the individual hairs that made up her pubic bush, the fresh and the dried droplets of juice, and the ragged pink flesh inside, all of it was there to be seen and loved, and I did both. I kissed and sucked at her pussy for a while, then lay back and drank it in with my eyes before going down on her once more. My admiration for her body was complete. And it wasn't so much a sexual admiration as just a love for perfection. In a few more years' time Elaine would be laying the boys out in the aisle, they would spend feverish nights dreaming of all that she concealed beneath her clothing, would water at the mouth at the thought of her panties rubbing against her cunt, and would go to ridiculous extremes to vie for her favors. But for the moment she was mine to do with as I pleased, and the knowledge of the future made me want to do all that they would love to do to her. For a while I felt like the spouse of an international sex symbol, envied by all, knowing the truth, yet inspired by so much lustful acclaim for her man (or his woman). Elaine didn't know it yet. She hadn't learned the power of beauty nor how much beauty she possessed. She'd find out soon enough, I guessed. In her innocence she offered her downy cunt to me, for me to stimulate and love to the point of orgasm. All I could do was do it justice.
My tongue curled around her tiny clitoris and my finger moved up the wet sheath of her cunt, working in unison for her pleasure. She was busy licking my cunt up and down, working her slightly abrasive tongue along the inner labia most effectively. Thick streams of delight coursed through my belly to my torso and limbs. The balance tipped from her to me and back to her as we pleasured each other to the point at which we couldn't go on. I struggled to keep a clear head so as to be able to satisfy Elaine. Her cunt was so hot and wet now, the hairs all plastered back, and whenever I took her pussy into my mouth I felt her body begin to vibrate like an overwrought, delicate machine. But then she'd stick her tongue up my entrance and nuzzled my clit with her nose and I'd have to let go just to catch my breath! I'd retaliate by jamming two fingers up her tight hole, so she'd have to arch her back and pull away from my cunt to contain it all. Then it would take a while for her to collect herself and the seesawing would begin all over again.
We brought each other off in shattering climaxes that rollicked through our bodies with such force it threatened to tear us apart. It was done. We sagged up against the other and lay there laughing and gasping, taking the other by the hand and just holding on.
Outside our room people were moving to and from the bathroom. We decided to make an appearance before anyone could get suspicious, and put our nighties on, straightened my bed, and headed for the bathroom. Just as we reached the door, Aunt Liz came out.
“Hello, darlings!” she said cheerfully. “How sweet you look this morning. Here, let me kiss you!” She took me into her arms and crushed me against her ample bosom. “Mmmmmm,” she said with a long wink after she'd pressed a big kiss on my cheek, “I love your perfume! Perhaps you'll tell me where to get it?”
I didn't know what to say. She kissed Elaine just as enthusiastically and lingered there for a moment as her nose twitched appreciatively. “Very nice, very nice… not as subtle as your scent, Kathy, but a lovely bouquet. It smells so good you want to drink it, don't you?” With a hearty laugh she walked away from us, leaving us to watch the heavy roll and quiver of her big, firm ass under the dressing gown she wore so casually. Dad came out of the master bedroom and even he couldn't refrain from stealing a glance at Aunt Liz's majestic form.
“Well, what are you two doing?” he said angrily when he saw us loitering before the bathroom door. “Are you going in or out?”
“In, Dad.”
“Okay, hurry up then.”
He went back to his room and slammed the door. Elaine and I helped each other to shower, giggling between ourselves whenever we thought of Aunt Liz's comment. “You think she knows?” asked Elaine. “I'm sure she knows,” I said, and then we giggled again.
At the breakfast table we still had trouble with our fit of the giggles. In fact, it became all the more difficult to keep a straight face when we looked at the other members of the family. Bob looked drawn and irritable, Nora tried to act nonchalant but the strain was too obvious. Mum was her usual zombie self, serving food and pouring coffee like a well-oiled machine. Dad did his utmost to keep his eyes out of Aunt Liz's plunging decolletage. And Aunt Liz beamed broadly at all of us in turn, impartial and loving, knowing more than any of us.
Dad was the first to leave. Dressed in his business suit, looking every inch like an insurance man, complete with attache case, he marched out of the house and disappeared into the world of business. The moment he left the atmosphere in the house grew lighter, more frivolous. Aunt Liz made a few innuendo-filled remarks which made Bob laugh and Nora blanch. Mum pretended not to be amused but she was. I looked at her with interest. In the company of her sister Mum was much more relaxed.. Even the way she walked was different, her hips shaking a little, her back a bit straighter. The sisters cleared the table, talking animatedly about mutual-acquaintances, and Elaine began the washing up. Nora and Bob and I went into the living room to have our second cup of coffee there.
They couldn't seem to talk to each other. Bob addressed a few remarks to me and so did Nora, but the line of communication between them was broken. I put up with it for as long as I could, and then, with rare courage, I asked: “What's your problem, Nora? Excuse me for asking, but you seem most uptight this morning. Was it something Bob did to you last night?”
Both of them turned to stare at me. “What do you mean?” Bob said at last.
“I was sitting in the tree after midnight because a certain party didn't show up for an appointment,” I said scathingly, “and while I sat there the most amazing spectacle unfolded before my very eyes. You might call it a drama, frigidity against naked lust.”
Another silence. I thought Nora was going to faint. Bob took it on the chin but the news made him reel a little. “So you saw it all,” he said slowly. Then, with a shrug of resignation, “Well, then you know Nora's got troubles and you know that I wanted to make love to her. Now what?”
“To tell you the truth, I was shocked at first. But now I only want Nora to overcome her difficulties. And if you can help her, then you should.”
Nora shook her head. “There's nothing wrong with me,” she stated in icy tones. “I believe in celibacy. It's not just something to dabble with as far as I'm concerned. I would have slept with Bob last night had it not been for my beliefs. In any case, I find it reprehensible that you spied on us and I want to hear you promise you'll never do it again.”
“It's done,” I said ambiguously. “But I still think you're doing the right thing for all the wrong reasons-or is it the other way around. Apart from that, you should at least know what's been going on in this family since my return. Bob and I have made love, Elaine and I have made it, and Aunt Liz even joined in one time. Of course I'm telling you this in the strictest secrecy, but you have to know. What's happened among us is really beautiful and I know you'd enjoy it once you let it get to you.”
Nora's eyes were like two saucers, staring at me as though I had just crawled out of the slime to terrorize her. “You…” She said hoarsely, “you… God, Kathy, what are you, a nymphomaniac or something? You're no sooner home than everyone goes sex-crazy, and for what? It'll only cause trouble!”
“Oh, it's my fault, is it? As if you didn't want to get screwed last night! Yes, I saw you. At first you couldn't touch your own body but you got over that. And you were desperate to suck Bob's cock only you're too much of a prig! Don't try that nymphomaniac thing on me, it just doesn't work. Some women can and the rest want to, that's my motto.”
I had spoken in anger, raising, my voice and leaning over to her as if I'd meant to hit her. Bob pointed a warning finger at the kitchen, and that quieted me down. Nora said nothing. She was angry, too, but it looked as though she was at least thinking about the matter. Finally she shook her head again and left the room. Bob picked up the morning paper and buried himself in it. And I took a walk to think things over. I felt as though I'd been too abrupt in my approach- but I felt relieved that the truth was out Nora would be forced to make a choice now, whether she liked it or not. She could fool around with Harold but not with us. So long as Bob was on my side we could work it out.
It was while I walked that all the alternative possibilities bore down on me. Nora might well tell Mum and Dad that I was up to my old tricks again. And they, in turn, would retaliate again. What could they do? Send me to reform school or summer camp? It was all possible. I'd been crazy to let Nora in on our secret!
Then again, if she allowed herself to be pulled into our direction, we would have another ally, the whole family against the two remaining prudes. What could Mum and Dad do if they found Bob, Elaine, Aunt Liz, Nora, and me locked in a passionate flesh orgy? Send us all to boarding school? No… but the shock might drive them around the bend once and for all. There had to be a way of getting what I wanted without depriving anyone else of their deserts.
The only one who could help me under the circumstances was Aunt Liz. She knew Mum and Dad better than I did and it followed that she would know the best way of getting around them. Shock treatment or gentle persuasion? I turned back to the house and approached her in all secrecy. As expected, Aunt Liz heard me out with a sympathetic look on her face. Yes, she understood our dilemma perfectly, she said. But solutions weren't easy to come by. However, she would try to help me-in her own way, of course.
Even though she hadn't been very specific, her support cheered me up. The pieces began to fall into place. Nora couldn't tell on me without risking her own reputation. After all, Bob and I had the goods on her. No, I'd done right to tell her. The shock could only have benefited her. We would win! Suddenly I was sure of it.
That evening was a family occasion. Dad liked to have all his dependents around him now and then, just to make him feel as though his life stood for something. For us kids it was something of a bore. We sat on the couches and the easy chairs around a long coffee table and sipped at a glass of wine or a cup of tea, whatever the preference, doing our best to converse and pass the time without the aid of TV or music. Mum sat beside Dad, her eyes half closed, looking as though she was only with us in body. Aunt Liz sat next to me facing Dad. And, after a few glasses of wine, I noticed Dad's eyes straying up Aunt Liz's legs for seconds at a time!
Not that he could prevent it. She sat with her legs just far enough apart to compel his eyes to come on in. Her dress was a little too high up her thighs and she crossed her legs a little too frequently. From where I was sitting it was obvious that Dad was getting the thigh-show of his life. Mum saw nothing. She only moved to take a sip of her wine, then relapsed into her trance.
Bob, Nora, and Elaine had found something absorbing to talk about, so that there were only three players in this small domestic drama. I looked on with mounting interest. This was a side of Dad I'd never seen before. To make sure nothing would go wrong I was quick to refill his glass whenever he emptied it. And with every glass his glances became bolder, just as with every glass Aunt Liz spread her thighs a little further, flaunting it without overdoing it.
His legs were wide open and the crotch of his trousers was drawn back hard over a growing bulge. Now it was my tarn to ogle. Dad was big! A thick snake grew into a boa under, his pants and it seemed as though there was no end to it. He made Bob look tike a junior version, a kiddie's prick! He just sat there alternately gazing into his wine and looking into the shadowy recesses of Aunt Liz's dress. I knew what he saw there. The ample, smooth thighs, the fascinating little region where her pussy lay concealed, beckoning flesh, inviting him to eat touch, fuck! Oh, he wanted to, he wanted to! Even if she was his sister-in-law and looked much like his own wife, he wanted to fuck Aunt Liz so badly that I could smell it!
That big cock throbbed under his clothes and his glare became less guarded as his lust took him over. The others were involved in a heated conversation about the role of woman in society. Mum had reached the ninth stage of unawareness. I thought that was too bad-she could have seen aspects of Dad that I was sure she'd forgotten.
Aunt Liz shifted a little, her legs crossed, the dress creeping higher up her big thighs, and I figured much of her ass had to be poking up at Dad's greedy eyes. To see for myself I got up to get a fresh bottle of wine. When I came out of the kitchen I saw what my father saw-a big, plump ass, two rounded cheeks with a tuft of hair poking out of the furrow. No underpants! Aunt Liz had more balls than I'd given her credit for, figuratively speaking. It excited me not a little, and I lingered for a moment or so before pouring the wine. She gave me a big wink before settling back down into the couch and placing the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other. A full beaver shot. Dad was flushed and restless. His hands gripped at the couch, then reached out for his wine and downed the glass in one thirsty gulp. Was it my imagination or could I make out the rounded glans? My eyes kept running up and down the length of his cock, measuring it, savoring it, wondering how it would be to accommodate so much masculine meat in my pussy. Oh God, I was wet! Wet through and through! If Dad could have seen the soaking condition of my panties at that moment he would have been convinced of my sluttishness!
“And why shouldn't he be? In his terms a slut was a woman who enjoyed sex. That was me. He should know! I drank my wine down and sat close to Aunt Liz, this time parting my legs a little wider than hers, nonchalantly, as if sex didn't exist. I had heavy competition for his attention. Slowly, very slowly, though, his eyes wandered over to my knees, hesitated, tried to pull away, slid a little way down my thighs-and then, his resistance collapsing, his eyes plummeted down the wet crotch of my panties! He rivetted his eyes to them with such force that I grew embarrassed and hurriedly closed my thighs to the public. The look of disappointment on his face made me open up a little, and once more he eagerly peered up my dress. His cock seemed to grow even bigger. Was that possible? I looked carefully, sensing the throbbing, vibrant life under his pants, and my legs opened up involuntarily as though our bodies had established independent rapport. Oh how I ached for that big shell to slide up my breach! Wider, wider, my head abuzz with a heady mixture of wine and lust, parting my legs till I could feel my panties stretch over my pussy, up at him, my father, the bearer of the mighty weapon that stared me in the face!
But Liz nudged me sharply and shattered my feverish reverie. At once I closed my legs, blushed, and put my glass down to give myself a chance to recover. Dad, too, seemed to have snapped out of it. He crossed his legs to conceal the erection, his face closed down, we did our best to act like normal people instead of horny animals. But under the surface I simmered and bubbled, aching for him just as he must have ached for me.
It was impossible to get to sleep that night. Elaine snored softly and I was quite sure Bob and Nora were sound asleep too. But I lay there in the dark, gazing out of the window at the distant stars, my hands restlessly moving over my body as if looking for a secret center of satisfaction that could take the edge off my desire for my father. I tried to tell myself how absurd it was to think he would fuck me. Sure he'd been aroused, but a man as uptight as Dad would no more fuck his own daughter than take a shit on his executive desk.
After an hour of restless tossing and turning I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. On the way there I noticed a line of light under Aunt Liz's door. Quickly I lot in and out of the bathroom and tip-toed over to her «§|!' to knock. A rustling sound from inside reached my ears, followed by a whispered: “Who's there?”
“It's me, Kathy,” I replied.
“Come in.” Only her bedlight was on, casting a yellow pool of light by the side of her bed. Aunt Liz lay under a sheet in the dimness, her face turned towards me, lips parted to reveal the whiteness of her teeth. “Close the door,” she whispered, at the same time patting the side of her bed to let me know I was welcome. It was such a comfort to be with her. The anxieties that had plagued me for hours suddenly fell away as I lay on her bed close to her reassuring warm body.
“That was quite a number you did on Dad's head,” I said, accepting a cigarette from her. “I've never seen him so stirred up.”
“You put the finishing touches to it,” grinned Aunt Liz. “Your old man has always had soft spot for me, ever since he first met your mother in fact. But don't be surprised if he should rape you in the near future.”
“Me? Why, has he done that to you?”
“Certainly not. However, with you it's different He's got it in for you, Kathy, take my word for it.”
“Mmmmm,” I said thoughtfully, and once again my mind dwelled lovingly over that thick ridge in the lap of his pants.
“You like the idea, don't you?” Aunt Liz chuckled way down in her throat and gathered me up into a quick embrace. “Ah, this family is crazy about sex but we're the only ones who know it, love. The others are too screwed up to admit it to themselves, but we'll get it out of them. What do you say?”
“That's a great idea,” I said, cuddling up to her and putting my face against the nearer tit. “Bob and Elaine are already halfway there, Dad's slipping-and that leaves only Mum and Nora to deal with. It shouldn't be too hard, should it Aunt Liz?”
“Don't underestimate Nora,” said Aunt Liz. That surprised me. If she'd said not to underestimate Mum I would have understood. But Nora? But then she began to stroke my hair and I couldn't help but come in a little closer, and the time for concerted thought was over. Her nightie was made of linen, thin and smooth, embellishing rather than concealing her skin. My hands ran over it lightly, moving the sheet out of the way, and Aunt Liz relaxed utterly to let me do with her as I pleased.
Her heavy tits rolled towards me as she turned onto her side and her nightie gave way to reveal much of her massiveness. For a moment I felt like a little girl about to be overwhelmed by the potent sexuality of a full-grown woman, but then I bobbed along it like a cork on the waves, going with it, immersed in it without losing myself. Somehow the nightie slipped away from her shoulders and her big tits were bared before my eyes, the big, hard nipples close together and not far from my mouth. A small groan escaped me as my tips pursed themselves and clasped about the nearer nipple, pulling at it, tugging impatiently as if the milk was slow in coming. Aunt Liz's face was placid, smiling, only the occasional sigh telling me to keep it up.
I buried my face in her flesh and mauled her tits with both hands, for the moment content with just that part of her. She did nothing. My mouth closed around both nipples, my hands holding her tits close together, and then I brought my teeth into play just to evoke a sharper response from her. Now the woman's legs moved far apart and allowed my body to slip down between them. My pelvic bone lodged against her pubus and chafed up and down it as I continued my fervent sucking. Her flesh ballooned into my mouth, more and more of it coming in till it was stretched hard against my teeth. I knew it caused her pain but I couldn't stop. Instead I sucked harder and harder, and Aunt Liz snapped out of her lazy pleasuring to begin bucking underneath me like I had when Ann had first made love to me. Her nightie rode up around her waist and her hairy crotch pushed hard against my pelvic bone for harsher stimulation. I did my best to keep up with her but the waves were bigger now, choppier, sometimes throwing me way into the air only to catch me again in its billowing, fleshy hollows. I was lost in her, less and less capable of being the aggressor. Aunt Liz must have known it. She kept me in place only for as long as it took her to climax, and then she sat me up, removed my nightie and her own, and began to make love to me with breathtaking thoroughness.
She had me on my back, spread-eagled, barely able to lie still. Her hands caressed my body all over, beginning with my face and working down as far as my toes, while her tongue slithered up and down my torso, now lassooing a nipple, then pushing rudely up my wet, quivering hole. Strong tremors coursed through my body, clashing and spreading, coming from all angles. She was well ahead of me, creating erotic pockets before I'd absorbed the previous ones. And so she worked me into a volley of tiny climaxes that had me writhing tightly all over the bed, groaning and squealing as though my innards had gone berserk. Aunt Liz let me go it alone for as long as I could stand it. Then, with a forceful finger, she brought me to the convulsive climax.
“Ooooh, Jesus!” I sighed as the last impulses ebbed away and left my body a burning vacuum. “You're something else, Aunt Liz! Phew! If a man ever makes me feel this good I'll be his slave forever.”
“I'm not as good as you think,” she said matter-of-factly. “You'll find that out when you sleep around. But I must say you make it easy for a person to love you, Kathy… very easy.” And, in spite of my spent condition, she inserted a long finger up my cunt again and started to love me with it. At first I didn't want her to do that to me. I felt like riding put my orgasm till it led me into a deep sleep. Everything inside me felt so harmonious that there was no call for more pleasure. It could only disturb the delicate balance. Aunt Liz squatted next to me and drove her finger in and out of my cunt with a long, regular motion, and simply disregarded the frown that crossed my face. A few minutes later she had me in the palm of her hand-literally and figuratively.
That big finger parted my inner flesh and pushed deep into the warm wet cavity behind it Aunt Liz had a way of crooking her top joint to make her fingertip touch down on parts of my cunt that were extremely sensitive, so much so that my resistance was virtually bombed out of existence with pleasure. She said nothing, just went about her work with a singular look of determination on her face. In and out, in and out, her big, womanly body hulking next to me, the full, rounded tits pendant, the hairy snatch just visible between her ample thighs. My loins began to jerk back and forth, a spasm to begin with, later turning into a greedy quest for more and more!
Only when her second finger joined the first though, did her loving take on a second significance to me. There was something especially stirring about those two bunched fingers, something that made me think of another rigid object. Was it Bob's cock? No, no, bigger, harder. Aunt Liz worked her fingers in to the knuckle. Her breathing was harsh and rapid and droplets of sweat fell on my skin. So hard, so big, so utterly satisfying… and then it came back to me in a flash of lightning! Dad's thick bulge, that great rod pushing at the confines of his pants. Ooooh yes! The moment it registered my whole body convulsed into an orgasm and Aunt Liz had trouble keeping up with me. She pushed harder and added another finger to the bunch. That was even more life-like.
“Daddy!” I muttered, spreading my legs till they were at right angles to my body. “Daddy, Daddy! Ooooh, it feels so good, so strong! Give me more, more!” My hands were on my tits squeezing them mercilessly. And my eyes were tightly closed so I could concentrate on my fantasy completely. In my mind it was Dad who was shoving that thick hard object into my drooling cunt. I could even see the position he was in-on his knees with my legs draped over his thighs, and he leaned forward to rest on the balls of his fists, his head down so he'd be able to see my cunt swallow his mighty cock. That was it! I concentrated on that image and it grew more and more vivid as the thick cord of meat wormed up and into my cunt Unconsciously I moved my ass up along Aunt Liz's thighs, bringing it up closer so she'd be able to finger it totally. She did her best. Even though her breathing was near hysterical, she worked on to give me the big orgasm towards which my body labored. Together we moaned and cried out, a mutual climax waiting just around the corner. My hands gripped at the sheets and pushed my ass further up along her thighs. She shoved her three fingers into me and belabored my clitoris with her free hand. My cunt felt as though it was on fire, liquid fire, spreading, filling me up, igniting other parts of me, turning me into one huge flickering bonfire consuming itself.
“DADDY!” I yelled, and my cry echoed through the night. I would have kept on yelling if I'd had the strength, but at that moment Aunt Liz finger-fucked me into oblivion. I felt as though her whole hand was inside my cunt and sliding into my womb. My body rollicked from one side of the bed to the other, attached to her arm like a growth. Aunt Liz pitched forward and fell on top of me, her sensual bulk crushing me. We embraced and lay in that position till our lungs were functioning once more.
We rolled apart and listened anxiously for any movement in the house. We'd been lucky. Everyone must have been fast asleep when I yelled.
“You'd better get back to bed, honey,” Aunt Liz said. “And don't you worry about your father. If he doesn't do anything about it, I'll make him do what he wants to do. Just you go to sleep and leave the rest to fate.”
“Do you think it's that easy?”
“Take my word for it,” she laughed. A kiss on the cheek, a pat on my ass, and then she propelled me out of her room. I walked back to Elaine's bedroom and got back into bed. My mind was still agog with all that had happened in one evening. How I hoped that Aunt Liz was right! If Daddy really wanted me he would do something about it… wouldn't he? I couldn't imagine it. But if she said he would, then I should have faith.
The image of his cock set new tremors into motion, but my body was too weary to respond. Elaine was naked on top of her bedclothes. Her hairbrush lay by her side. So that's what she'd been doing while I was out. I shook my head and closed my eyes. Everyone in this house shared my problems. Nora and Bob would have experienced their own frustrations. And Dad? Had he thought about me?