My folks let me sleep late the next morning, for when I finally got up it was ten o'clock and they were gone from the house. When I came downstairs Elly was piddling around in the refrigerator, looking (I guessed) for something to munch on – she likes to munch around on stuff when Mom's not home. I sneaked up in back of her and grabbed her titties and she nearly jumped inside of the refrigerator.
"Darn you, Tommy Gates, don't you ever do that again. You scared me."
I grinned. "How about fixing me some eggs and stuff, woman."
She straightened up and smiled at me. "I will," she said slyly, "if you'll do something for me."
I knew what was coming, of course. "Such as what, woman?"
"You know," she said, a shy look coming over her face now that she actually had to come close to saying it outright.
"You mean, you need a guy, baby?" I said, sticking my chest out.
She giggled. "Honestly, you make me sick sometimes, trying to act like you're twenty. What do you want besides eggs?"
"How about a nice, big steak, baby? Think you could handle a big one?"
She giggled again. "Listen to the big guy yak. Boy, what a man he is when Dad's not around."
I slumped down at the table. "I'm hungry, Elly. What is there besides eggs?"
"How about some cereal?"
"Naw. Hate that junk. Got any bacon?"
"I guess so." She pulled the refrigerator door further open and peered inside. "Yup. Whole pound of it. Nice lean stuff."
"That's what I like, baby. Nice lean stuff."
"Oh, come off it. All this big talk. What's come over you?"
So help me, I almost told her about the night before, but I managed to choke it off in time. "Nothing," I said. "Hurry up, can't you? Man, I'm starved."
"Keep your shirt on, big boy. I'm not your servant. Give me time to get it on the stove."
She fried a couple of eggs and the bacon and I had to admit she did a good job of it. Elly is a darned clever little girl – she can do just about anything and do it pretty good, except play tennis. Man, she stinks when she tries to play tennis, but then all girls do, all the ones I've ever seen. They're so darned awkward they toss the ball up to serve and then swing at it and miss it a foot. I don't know what makes girls so lousy at sports, guess they were never intended to be athletic, except, of course, for some stinking old tomboy, and who likes those so-and-so's? I don't. Anything I can't stand is a tomboy. Blah! Stupid, awful things. They make me sick and they make every guy sick.
"Thanks, Elly," I said when I had finished eating.
"Okay, but you remember what you said."
"Huh? What did I say?"
"You – er – have to do something for me… sometime today."
"Oh… that… Okay… be happy to oblige you, woman."
She giggled. "I wish you'd stop putting on the dog all the time. You're not kidding me any."
"Who's kidding?"
"You know what I mean." She paused and gave me a funny look. "You know what I've been doing, Tommy? For the last month? I've been thinking and even dreaming about what we did… that time."
"Yeah, big deal, that," I said stuffily.
"I liked it," she said simply. "I liked it an awful lot."
"You want some now, baby?"
Again she giggled. "I have to wash the dishes, Tommy."
"Okay," I said, getting up from the chair. "Let the old man know when you're hard up for it. I might condescend to gratify you."
"Oh… quit that… stop talking like that, you louse." But she smiled at me.
I walked into the front room, saw a pack of my dad's cigarettes lying on the table, so I lit one up and stood there, smoking it. I didn't really like it very much, but it was something to do. I went out the front door, tossed the butt into the street and walked around the corner of the house until I was standing on the sidewalk. I played it cool, didn't glance right down at Mrs. Devine's house but stood looking around, watching cars go by and stuff like that. Finally, I shot a quick glance at her rear window and saw that the shade was not drawn. I swore softly, looked again quickly, and yawned, just in case one of the neighbor women might be watching me. Seems like that's about all some of our neighbors have to do – watch a guy through their windows.
I walked back to the front of the house and went up on the porch and sat down on one of the "summer chairs". That's what my mom always call them – don't ask me why. I sat there for a while trying to think up something groovy to do but couldn't, so I got up and went back inside the house just as Elly was finishing with the dishes. I thought this was a really wild time to offer assistance, now that she had it just about all done.
"Want some help with that, Elly?" I asked, yawning again.
"Great time to ask me – when I'm all done. Sounds just like you, Tommy." She rinsed her hands and dried them on a towel that hung nearby. "Tell you what you can do, though."
My old heart skipped a beat. "Yeah," I said, trying to be casual. "What's that, baby?"
"First of all don't call me 'baby'. You might get the habit and if Dad hears you… well, you know how much he likes that kind of stuff."
"What do you want me to do? Stick to the subject, baby."
She grinned. "Well… you know, Tommy. They aren't home… We're here alone…"
"You want a little, is that it, baby?"
She actually blushed. "Be careful how you talk, stupid. First thing you know, you'll be saying something like that in front of someone."
"Will you knock off the preaching? I asked you a question."
"Tommy…" She stopped whatever it was she was going to say, for the phone was ringing. "I'll bet that's Jeanie," she said. "Darn it, she would have to call right now."
"Go ahead and talk to her. I have to go downtown right now anyway."
She had already picked up the receiver and I knew there was no use in saying anything more to her now. When Elly gets on the phone she leaves this world and flies off into space somewhere, as far as making contact with her is concerned. I shrugged and walked out the door again, went down off the porch and turned right and headed for downtown. That's not quite right. We live downtown. I mean I headed for the store part of downtown, which was right next to us. I walked down the street swearing to myself because the shade had been up in Mrs. Devine's rear window and promised myself to keep glancing at it all day, if necessary. Man, how I wanted to get next to that woman again. She was really something else.
I saw a couple of guys I knew across the street, but they were walking with a couple of real kiddish girls, so I didn't even bother to wave at them. Those guys didn't know which way was up, not the way I did. All they had was a couple of giggly, dumb kids and I had me a real grown woman.
I had to stick my hand in my pocket then, for I felt my old pecker getting big. I stopped and looked into the window of a store and pretended I was interested in the house on display. All I was doing was waiting till my dingus got back to normal, which it did, finally.
I walked down a block, taking my time about it. Didn't have any place to go, I was just killing time and thinking about Mrs. Devine, but the trouble with this was that every time I thought about her I had to ram my hand in my pocket and hold it down again. I turned in at a drug store and sat on a stool and ordered a malted milk, which I didn't want, but I had the dough in my pocket, so why not spend it? I never could hang onto money and my dad was always griping about it. Well, not really – he's a pretty good guy.
Leaving the drug store, I ran smack into a tall guy with a short-cropped black beard. He was well-dressed for a guy of thirty-five, which I figured him to be after a moment. I excused myself for bumping into him, but he caught my arm and held onto it.
"Hey," I said angrily, "let go of me, mister."
He released his hold on my arm. "Is your name Gates, kid?" he asked, his black eyes looking into mine fiercely.
"Yes, I'm Tom Gates."
He nodded. "I see. All right, run along, kid." He turned and entered the store and I moved up the street wondering how he had known my name and why he had asked me what it was. I tried to think if I had ever seen him around town before but didn't think I had. He was a stranger – I would have remembered any guy that well-dressed and with a black beard. There weren't any beards like that in town that I knew of.
I returned to our house and entered just in time to see Elly hanging up the phone. "Where you been this time, Tommy?" she asked. She was always wanting to know where I'd been.
"Went downtown," I replied.
"Yes, I know that. I saw you. But where did you go?"
"Drug store."
"Oh…" Elly got to her feet and came over to where I was standing. "I got the work all done, Tommy," she said, a bit of suggestiveness in her eyes and tone.
I glanced down at the top of her head, I'm a lot taller than she is. "What about it?" I teased.
She bit her lips. "I thought… Maybe… You'd…"
"You want me to take you to bed, kid," I said boldly.
She blushed and giggled. "Well, now that you've asked… Yes."
"Aren't you afraid of what Mom and Dad would say if they found out you wanted to diddle your own brother?"
She averted her eyes and I was sorry I had said it. "You don't have to talk so mean to me, Tommy."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, Elly. Didn't mean to say that. That smelled. Okay?"
"Okay, Tommy," she said. "I don't think you really meant to be nasty."
I hadn't thought I was nasty, but I just shrugged and said, "Why don't you go up to your room, Elly, and put on all the sexy, hot stuff you conned Mom into letting you buy? You know, that black undergarment stuff you never wear. Put on just a bra, that black, thin one, your black nylons, and no panties. Wear those high-heeled shoes, too. They make a girl look real sexy. Put all the stuff on and I'll come up and take a look at you. Who knows, I might even get aroused?"
She giggled. "You really want me to, Tommy?"
"Sure. Why not? You want to have a session, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then get going, kid."
"I wish you'd stop calling me that."
I grinned. "Okay, brat. How's that? You like 'brat' better?"
"No I don't. And stop calling me those names."
"Those aren't names, silly. You are a kid, you know."
She pouted. "I'm getting to be a woman and if you'll give me about five minutes before you come upstairs I'll show you, big boy."
"Okay," I said, and gave her a pat on the butt.
She giggled again and ran up the stairs, looking back at me over her shoulder, all smiles, until she had disappeared from sight.
I waited ten minutes and then went upstairs to her room and pushed open the door. I sucked in my breath.
She looked sexy as could be. She was wearing her black shoes and nylons, garter-belt, no panties, and no bra. Her little-girl tits stood straight up and seemed awfully pretty and hot-looking to me.
"How about that," I murmured. "My kid sister is sexy-looking as hell."
She turned about quickly on one heel, "You like the way I look?"
"Man, Elly, you sure are something else when you dress this way."
She giggled. "Boy, if you could only see your eyes bulging. They're almost as bad as the guy with the beard who came to the door."
"What guy with a beard?" I asked.
"I don't know who he was. He came to the door while you were downtown. I had to put the phone down and go and talk to him. Said he wanted to know if the Smiths lived here. I told him no. Our name was Gates. While he stood there he kept looking me over. My skirt was kind of caught on my leg and he kept looking at my leg like he'd like to eat it up." Elly giggled again. "He was some hot, old guy, I'll bet."
"Funny thing, Elly. I ran into this character in front of the drug store. He grabbed my arm and asked me if my name was Gates."
"You think he's some nut or something?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. He didn't look like a nut. He must have seen me leaving the house, that's why he…"
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, I forgot what I was going to say. Hell with him. Turn around again. Let me look at you."
She turned around slowly and stopped, facing me. "I feel kind of funny doing this in front of you, Tommy."
I nodded. "I feel kind of funny getting such a bang out of it, too. Maybe we ought to knock it off right now."
A look of alarm came into her eyes. "You think I'm being bad?" She clutched at her throat.
"No. Just being hot, I guess. We mustn't ever let anyone find out about this. You know what would happen, don't you?"
She looked a bit scared. "Yes, I think so. I won't tell anybody. Don't you – not ever."
I scratched my ear. "Maybe you ought to let a boyfriend to do it to you."
"No," she said fiercely. "You let a guy do it and he tells every other guy in town. You won't. That's why I want you."
I could see the intense passion in her blue eyes and I knew she wanted it real bad. "Okay, Elly, want to lie down on the bed?"
She grinned nervously. "Gee, when you say it just like that it kind of scares me."
Suddenly, I didn't want to have any part of doing it to her, not at the moment. I kept thinking about Mrs. Devine and telling myself I was a fag for talking this way to my sister. Then I got a bright idea. She had just told me that my talking to her in a bold way scared her. Why not scare the pants off her, so to speak, and no smart remark intended.
"Elly," I said carefully, "Lie down and I'll fuck your cunt."
Her eyes opened, she moved back a step and looked at me in the strangest way imaginable. "Tommy," she said. "How awful."
I grinned. "What's so awful about it? That's what you want me to do, isn't it? Fuck your cunt? You want me to ram my prick up your box and squirt you full of hot juice. Isn't that right?"
She moved back another step and tried to cover her crevice region. "Tommy, I think you're just awful," she said, her chin trembling.
I had her going now. I wasn't just sure if I wanted to keep on with the talk or not, so I hesitated. Finally, I said, "What's the matter with you? You told me downstairs that you were getting to be a grown woman and the minute I start to talk like a guy does to a grown woman, you back off from it. What's with you?"
Her eyes were very large. "I don't know. You make it sound awful."
"Nothing awful about it. What's the difference between talking frankly and doing it?"
"I don't k-know," she faltered. "Except you scare me when you talk that way."
"Then I guess you're not as grown up as you think, Elly, so we'd better knock it off right now."
She bit her lower lip. "But I'm hot, Tommy. I – I want to. Or I did before you started to talk this way."
"You don't want to now?"
"I – er – I don't know. You made me feel awful funny, talking that way."
"Then – I guess you're not as grown up as you think."
I waved my hand with a breeziness I didn't feel. "Okay, baby. We'll call a halt to it right now. I'm going downstairs and take a bath. See you."
"Tommy, wait."
I had moved to the doorway and now I stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"
"Tommy, I'm awful hot. Every night I dream about that time you came into my room and did it to me. Every night. Honest I do. It's just awful. I mean, it's wonderful! Oh, I don't know. It's some of each. I've been waiting two whole days now for Mom and Dad to be out of the house so I could get you to do it to me. Now you don't want to – you…"
"I thought you didn't want to, Elly," I said harshly. "Make up your mind. Do you or don't you?"
"I don't k-know, Tommy. Like I said, you scared me something awful."
I looked at her and grinned, though I didn't feel much like grinning. I felt like – hell. "I'm gonna take a bath. See you later, kid."
"Wait," she begged, but I shook my head and headed down the hallway to the top of the stairs. She came running after me and I saw her little-girl tits bouncing about. Man they looked good, but I tried not to think about them. I glanced down at the floor, but as my glance traveled downward I didn't fail to take in her legs and cunt. My old dick got hard and I knew I had to get away from her quick.
"Like I said, I'm gonna take a bath."
"You can't. The shower won't work."
"Then I'll take one in the tub. Go back to your room and take off those sexy clothes. A session is out for us."
"Please?" Her eyes were imploring me now. My old dingus let loose and the stuff went down my leg, not too much of it, however, just enough to get me wet. "Nope, I'm taking a bath."
"Tommy, please. I don't mind if you like to talk dirty to me." I glared at her. "I wasn't talking dirty. Get that out of your head. There's a big difference between talking dirty and speaking frankly."
Her jaw went slack and she looked puzzled. "Oh," was all she said.
I nodded to her curtly and went down the stairs and headed for the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and tried the shower. Elly had been right. The thing was on the blink, no water would come out I pushed in the plug in the tub and ran a combination of cold and hot water. I didn't like a lot of water, just a couple of inches. That was plenty. I climbed in and got a bar of soap and a cloth and began to wash my body, taking good care to get it clean because who knew? Maybe that old shade would be pulled down in Mrs. Devine's rear window at any moment and I wanted to be all ready to go – in case it was getting a bit dark outside. I wished I didn't have to wait until dark. That damned waiting was enough to drive a hot guy nuts. What am I talking about? I asked myself. I haven't even seen the shade down yet.
I sat there taking my time about washing my body and thinking about Mrs. Devine and her hot, eager body. My prick came up and I looked at it. Funny thing. Usually, when a guy is in the tub his old joint won't do anything.
I briefly considered touching it, maybe giving it a few thrill rubs, but somehow I resisted the idea. I didn't have to indulge in the sort of business the other guys did – I had me a grown woman to take care of me now.
I grinned, thinking about Mrs. Devine, and darned if my old whooper didn't become a whopper. It kept getting bigger and taller and harder.
The bathroom door burst open and Elly ran into the room. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on. She looked at my hard joint.
"Tommy," she said.
I flushed a bit. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to cover it with the washcloth.
"Let me – see – it, Tommy," she said.
"If I do, will you go away?"
"Let – me – see – your – prick," she said boldly. I sighed and pulled the cloth away. "All right, see it. Take a good look and beat it."
Instead, she climbed into the tub and before I could push her away, she sat on my lap, her cunt taking in my prick like she was the most experienced woman in the world. She began to pump up and down on me, her eyes tightly closed, while she moaned and groaned and cried out and – well, just about everything. That's what she did, just about everything. Man, was she hot – she was really hot! I finally leaned back against the cold end of the tub and let my kid sister pump me off with her tight, little box.
I don't mind telling you it was terrific.