Beth and Gloria naked to the waist, wearing only skimpy panties, Jeff fully dressed, all three shared a merry breakfast on a table flooded with the morning sun in Mrs. James' living room.
All three were in a chattering mood and it wasn't until Gloria James was pouring fresh cups of coffee that she suddenly remembered the surprise: the van parked in the garage.
"Oh Lord," she exclaimed, breaking into laughter, "I knew there was something I forgot to tell you two kids."
"What would that be?" Jeffrey asked. He felt marvelous this wonderful sunny June morning. He'd had a good hot bath. His sister had scrubbed his back and also sucked him off in the bathtub. He'd wanted to fuck her but she'd twisted away with a grin, telling him her cunt was still raw from his "raping" her last night. He'd laughed.
"You asked for it, Sis," he's said.
Mrs. James sat down. Just how should she begin.
"Well, Bosie, my friend, you remember (the twins nodded), well, he's not very smart." So,
Jeffrey groaned. "So, he couldn't break in?"
"He wasn't able to get even one of our suitcases?" Beth moaned, visibly disappointed.
"No," said Mrs. James. "It's not that. But you do recall, we asked him to get only the suitcases, right?"
Both twins looked at the older woman with suspicion in their bright eyes. Beth was giggling to herself.
"Right," they answered, almost in unison as they were accustomed to doing at times. This interested Mrs. James very much. She'd head that twins often speak the same thought simultaneously and often make the identical decision at the same time; and it was all unconscious, the psychologists claimed.
"Well," she continued, "and I don't know how this is going to sit with you… but… "
"Oh, c'mon," growled Beth, anxious for Gloria to get it over with; dragging it out was killing Beth. She'd always been the more impatient of the two.
"Well," Gloria James smiled, finding it difficult to keep from breaking into laughter, "he stole the whole van?"
It took seconds for this news to sink in. Then when it did, Jeffrey was the first to leap up. "WHAT?"
Beth just shook her head. "The… whole… van?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God!" Jeffrey shouted, clapping his hands. "Where is it?"
Quietly, Mrs. James raised her coffee cup to her lips.
"In the garage in the back of the mansion. It's all nice and safe and just waiting for you to do whatever you want?" she said softly.
"I can't believe it," cried Beth. Now she leaped up. She clapped her hands. She ran around the table and hugged Gloria, kissing her, fondling her naked breasts, kissing them, then running to her brother, falling into his open arms. The two of them did a little dance around the room.
Gloria James sat watching. She loved to see people happy. It made her happy.
Down in the garage, unseen by anyone who might absently be watching from the rear windows of the fraternity house, Gloria watched as Jeffrey, using keys from his pocket, opened the van's door. He stepped inside. Moments later, as Beth and Gloria held hands and kissed like lovers, he exited.
"Nothings been touched. Nothing."
"I'm surprised," said Gloria James. "Bill Frank's local reputation also has it that he has itchy fingers where other peoples' belongings are concerned." There were many rumors to this effect in P-.
Opening up the rear, Jeffrey, something of a mechanic despite his young age, checked the engine. He spent about fifteen minutes, then came up to the front of the garage where Beth and Gloria were sitting on a bench.
Gloria was fingering Beth's pussy as they kissed. Beth's skirt was way up, her long legs naked, her panties down at her ankles.
"Everything's fine," said Jeff. "I will have to say one thing, he did do an excellent job. When I turn it on, I'm sure it'll purr just like you are, Beth," he smiled, going over to his sister, wiping his hands on a cloth.
He bent over and gave each female a hearty kiss.
Gloria looked up. Then she pulled her fingers out of Beth's hot pussy. She offered them to her brother, Jeff first licked them, then sucked them into his mouth.
"Christ," she whispered for no special reason, "doesn't she always taste yummy!" He paused. "I love her cunt!"
"Me, too," sighed Gloria James.
As Jeffrey sat on the bench, Beth showed Gloria around inside the roomy van. She was surprised how much space there was, how different articles were moved around, how things dovetailed to give more room; and especially, how the double bed came down in two sections and how the covers were stored.
"Getting it fixed up like this cost a lot," Beth was explaining. "But it's perfect. And when we fold up everything and tuck it into its place and then fold up the front seats, hell," she laughed, "we could have a barn dance in here."
"Or an old-fashioned orgy," Gloria suggested, embracing the young girl, reaching under her blouse to fondle her darling breasts.
So began the transfer of different things the twins would need upstairs in Gloria's apartment. All three worked for about half an hour carting and unpacking upstairs.
Pretty soon, the living room's total atmosphere had changed. It was decidedly more pleasant, Gloria felt. Now it looked used; and this pleased her more than she had thought it would. It was still uncluttered but now it had what she called "feeling."
It was later that same afternoon when Gloria James' telephone rang. Beth was in the living room straightening out hers and her brother's clothing, making a pile to go down to the washing machine in the basement.
Her brother was downtown on an errand for Mrs. James.
Gloria answered the telephone:
"Hello?"
It was Bosie. He wanted to know if she was busy.
This made Gloria James smile. She also felt a tremor up inside her bleeding cunt. Images of him slapping her upturned face with his huge weapon flashed across her brain. Memories of how tasty he was, how salty his balls and prick were and how he acted when she fingerfucked his asshole flooded her emotions.
"Not especially, Bosie. What's on your mind?"
"I'm not too tied up."
"Maybe you'd like to be," Gloria laughed, conscious that Bosie had made what used to be called a "Freudian Slip," that is, what he really meant was that maybe he'd like to be "tied up," literally or figuratively.
"That's nice. Neither are we."
"We? Oh, yeah, you mean, those kids who own that van, huh? Neither are we."
"Yeah," said Gloria mimicking his Polish accent.
"Say," said the big man, "how'd those two kids take it when they found I ripped off the whole business 'stead of a couple of lousy suitcases, huh?"
"They both loved you for that, Bosie."
"You mean the girl, too?"
"Especially her, Bosie. She told me she could give you a thousand-kisses." She waited for his reaction. She could imagine his big cock stiffening. She could imagine him talking nude on the telephone, his great hand and his strong fingers gripping his huge cock, working it, jerking it off, and she could hear him breathing hard.
"Geesus," he exclaimed. Then there was a long pause. "Hey, you still there, Gloria?"
"Yes. Still here, Bosie."
"I ain't keepin' you, none, huh?"
"No." She'd decided to let him take the initiative. This way he'd feed right into her hand. She had had certain ideas about him since her adventure up in the attic above the garage. Some wild ideas. She could turn the big man into her groveling body slave if she so desired. The trouble was-she couldn't make up her mind.
"How's about me comin' over for a bit, huh?"
"I don't see why not."
"We could pretend you got another lock problem there in the fraternity house, huh? Could we do that for an excuse, huh?" he asked. His breathing was definitely on the bellows level now, Gloria told herself. As if he were pumping up a fire in the fireplace.
"Sure," she said, cooling it.
"So, like when can I come…?"
"Bosie?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you jerking off that beautiful cock of yours right now while you're talking to me?"
"Oh God… oh God!"
"Are you?"
A long pause. "How'd you know, Gloria? How'd you know that? You a pyscho or something like that?"
"It's psychic, Bosie. Not psycho. A psycho's s nut."
She told him to hurry over. To park his car up in the driveway that led to the rear garage. She told him to enter the back door of the garage the way she'd shown him. To climb up to the attic. To take down his pants. To light the candle she had up there. To get the bottle of white wine out of the small refrigerator.
"Geesssuuusss Holy Christ!" he exclaimed.
"… and you'll wait for me, right, Bosie?"
"God, Yes! I'd wait till hell freezes over for you, Gloria. I'd do anything you tell me… anything… oh God!"
Hanging up the telephone, Gloria James strolled into the living room. Beth was just taking off a new skirt she'd bought but hadn't tried on. She was wearing her skimpy panties.
"Hi," she said, flashing one of her lovely smiles that made her face light up like some beautiful flower.
"Hi, darling," said Gloria. She sat down on the couch. She ran her fingers up Beth's naked legs, then between her warm silky thighs.
"You feel like some fun in a little while, darling?"
"What kind?" She bent down and kissed Gloria's moist lips, then spread her thighs open wider when she felt Gloria's probing fingers caressing the lips of her happy cunt.
Gloria told her about Bosie.
"The man who stole our van for us, right?!" She clapped her hands. "He's just a darling. Of course. Do you mean, we can have some fun with him?"
"If you'd like, darling."
"I'd love to. Just to thank him."
"You're sweet, Beth."
"And you're a darling, Gloria."
As Beth continued working, putting things away and sorting things out for what looked like a long long stay, Gloria James spelled out the details of the session she'd had with Bosie alone up in the attic.
"Holy Cow, that sound just crazy. Really crazy! I love my brother's sweat. And I just adore the odor of stale urine. Once Jeff fucked me on a men's urinal and I just flooded over, Gloria. I don't understand what makes me so hot when I smell it, but I have to agree with you," the young girl went on, "that it surely does something to a girl."
Gloria told her about Bosie slapping her face with his huge hard prick.
"That's making me so hot, Gloria," she began to whimper. "So hot… soooooooooooo hot," she winked.
"Lay down on your belly on the couch, darling," said the older woman.
"Ohooooooo, yesssssss… I want you tongue… I want it."
"Where do you want my tongue, darling? Tell me. Where do you want my tongue, darling?"
Beth spread her legs wide apart. She pulled her panties to one side. This exposed the delicious crack of her ass. She looked over her shoulder. She pointed with her finger to her anus.
"I want it here, Gloria. I want it up my ass!"