“Horrible!” he cried, in a tone suggesting gentle reproach and righteous indignation. “Horrible for kissing affectionately the mere back of your neck-and for taking pains to cover chastely that beautiful bottom which you had carelessly allowed to become stark naked? I think such a frame of mind as yours requires heroic treatment!”
And Marion-who had added to his regret over the concealment of the snowy behind by nervously pulling the silk farther downward yet-emitted squeals of genuine dismay as she felt herself caught to the stalwart and light-clad figure of her audacious brother-in-law.
She was pressed in his left arm, face to face with him, their bodies in conjunction. Already his right hand was busy in raising the pliant, thin silk once more over the smooth skin of a hillock, which he was delighted beyond words to touch thus in its nudity.
Holding her tightly against him, he managed to glance down for another look at the swelling cushion.
“I think just a bit of paddling may be necessary, after all,” he said thickly. “When a child, still a mere college girl, so far forgets the respect due to five long years of seniority over her-to an elder brother-as to use such language towards him!”
“I didn’t use such language,” protested Marion shakily but vehemently. “I said you had been horrible to me, and you’re being even more horrible now. Stanley, let me go, take your hand away from from me! This is awful-you know it is! I can’t get used to the kind of jokes you people play. I can’t and I won’t! I demand respect-even from my brother-in-law. I won’t have this! I’m positively crushed against you and you’re brutal, brutal, taking advantage of your strength and our isolation!”
He whistled long and loud, and Marion clapped a trembling little hand to his lips. “They’ll all hear-and come-and see-and think terrible things!” she whispered, alarmed.
“I thought you were complaining of isolation,” he said with a smile. “I was going to provide you with a tribunal of fair judges who would decide your case strictly on its merits and determine how many smacks your pretty bottom deserves.
“You should be ashamed to expose me that way!” cried the girl, struggling vainly in his enwrapping arms. “Let my arms loose and let me cover myself. Stanley Cochrane, if you keep on patting me down there, I shall scream! You know this is well past a joke, no matter what all these frivolous creatures think permissible. Listen, Stanley, have some regard for my standards, of what I think right and wrong!”
The touch of pathos in her tone, in the flushed and lovely little face and the gray eyes raised in pleading to him moved the excited man. “Silly dear. Oh, silly, silly little dear!” he said softly. “There’d be much more fun in your life if only you wouldn’t adhere so obstinately to outworn standards that make intimate bits of frivolity something formidable and disgraceful. I think it’s my duty to try to convert you to a modern view. Perhaps I’ll spare you the whacking you deserve on this one naked buttock. But you shall pay a little forfeit, young lady.”
He clasped her more closely, body to body. Her firm and exquisite young breasts were ground against his chest. Their thinly veiled abdomens were glued together. He heard the maiden gasp and saw her shiver and endeavor vainly to withdraw as she sensed against her person the effect of this “play” upon him.
“A-a forfeit-?” she murmured quaveringly. He saw her lovely gray eyes swimming now, lifted momentarily to his. And all her unconscious and shamed admission of her knowledge of the alteration in his person agitated him the more.
“First,” he said, “first you shall strip your other buttock completely with your own hands. I shall look down and see that you do it. And then you shall put your lovely arms about my neck and give me a nice, affectionate and sisterly kiss. Then you shall turn about and give me one good view-better than I’ve had yet-of your white rump.”
“You are a perfectly nasty wretch!” wailed Marion. “I looked forward to being an affectionate sister to you. But you have to bring shameful and terrible things into our relationship. I shall never, never come bathing with you again!”
“In which case,” he observed mildly, “off comes this wisp of a bathing suit entirely. And I shall see whether sister is like unto sister when unclad. And I shall see whether I have been reliably informed by one Mrs. Mildred Cochrane regarding the interesting point that her younger sister is perfect in all physical ways when naked-and that three wee brown moles dwell on her person in enviable retreats.”
“You-oh, you incredible monster” gasped Marion. “Once more she struggled in his grasp but since the sole outcome of this writhing was to imbed in the soft flesh of her belly a turbulent and swollen rigidity whose very heat and throbbing she could feel, she ceased her grinding movements with a choking, shamed exclamation. Her face was scarlet now, her eyes dimmed and her long-lashed fluttering visible.
“Monster? Monster-! Do I hear aright?” he cried. “Oh, what an insolent and irreverent generation is this which is growing up about us!”
The nervous fingers on his right hand ceased to pat gently the one nude buttock of the girl. They sank in wallowing delight into the soft flesh here and there. And then he raised his hand ominously above the maiden’s rear.
“Don’t-don’t you dare!” almost whispered Marion. “I could never endure that! Listen, Stanley, I’ll forgive everything and kiss you just as sweetly as I know how. But don’t make me do the other thing as you said!”
His hand swished downward. With a little cry she twisted her supple body to make the none-too-violent slap a mere glancing one to the side of her nude buttock and she reached her hands swiftly behind her to comply with his instructions.
Gloatingly, he looked downward as the white fingers drew the tenuous silk upward from the still-covered mound. Merely a little rope of twisted blue silk penetrating the vale between the hillocks remained as concealment.
“They’re simply lovely, Marion,” he whispered. “And now for the rest of your penance, my dear.”
On tiptoe she stood to surround his brawny neck with her naked, shapely, round arms. Half-blindly she proffered her rosy lips.
As his mouth took hers, both his broad palms came to rest upon the silken nudity of her bottom. He hugged her, fondly at first, and then, as carnality grew almost to madness in his frame, his fingers curled convulsively into their tender beds.
Bewildered and affrighted at the receptiveness of her own senses, Marion strove to withdraw her lips from a kiss which had ceased to have fraternal elements. Wholly inexperienced in amorous things, the maiden whispered dismayed and husky protests.
“Don’t Stanley. D-don’t handle m-me like that!” she pleaded. “Be the nice b-brother I’ve wanted!”
For his fingers were warm and pliant and more and more indiscreet upon the warmth and velvet of her nude behind. They slipped downward. They weighed the round mounds. They were penetrating, inquisitive, their tips vastly confusing in explorations which made Marion gasp and shudder and grind her thighs together to form a wholly futile barrier to one long and particularly adventurous middle finger.