Our folks called on the phone about six that evening and told us – told Elly, I mean, for she always answers the phone before I can get there – that they wouldn't be able to get home until the next day. The car had blown something. I mean, the thing wouldn't run. I don't know as much about cars as some guys – that's not the kind of thing that fascinates me.
Anyway, Elly and I were to be alone all night and I wondered how many more demands she might make on me. I grinned when she told me and she grinned back. Both of us had got over that stink feeling we'd had upstairs. We were relaxed now and it was a hell of a lot better. Don't let anyone tell you it's better to be "nice and proper" all the time. It's not. People can go nuts in droves when they stick to that deal all the time. That's my opinion and you can take it or leave it, though I don't claim to know all there is to know, but I'm pretty sure I'm right about this.
"Tommy," Elly said. "Just think, we can do anything we want to – all night long."
I remembered about the possibility of the drawn shade, so I was real cautious about replying to her. "I may have a date tonight. That okay?" It was a hell of a thing to ask, but I felt I had to say something.
Her face fell. "Please, Tommy, get out of it. Tell her you can't come."
There was something strange about the way she said this. "Tell who?" I said roughly, thinking she might have seen me come out of Mrs. Devine's house.
Elly looked at me oddly. "Why, your date. Who did you think I was talking about?"
"What date are you talking about?" I asked.
"Your date. You just told me you had one."
I guess I bushed a little. "Oh, that date."
"Yes, that date. Say, what's the matter with you? Why did your face get all red, Tommy?"
"My face is not red," I retorted.
She grinned and turned away. "Okay, so it's not red. I'm not going to fight with you. Not when we can have the whole night for fun."
"Yeah, I know. But like I said, I have this date. I – er – well, you know how it goes…"
She pouted and I had to admit she looked pretty when she pouted. "Tommy, get me a date. I want to go with you. Do you mind? I mean, can you get me a date, too?"
"No," I said. "You're too damned young." A tear came into her eye. "I wish you wouldn't talk to me like that."
I did feel like something of a heel. "Okay, I'll say it again. I'm sorry, only I can't get you a date. These people are a lot older. They – er – wouldn't want…"
"Wouldn't want a kid like me around? Then how come they want a kid like you? And what do you mean by they? How many girls do you have a date with?"
"I didn't mean to say they, Elly. Just slipped out."
She was pouting. "I should think after what I did to you in the tub you could be nice to me, Tommy."
This gripped me. "Now look. You did that because you wanted to. Don't give me that old female stuff about doing a guy a favor. Nuts to that stuff."
She bit her lips and pouted prettily. "Just the same…"
"Just the same, nothing. Don't give me that old crap. I've got a date tonight. Maybe I have, and that's all there is to it."
She turned around and walked to the kitchen. "Okay, for you, Tommy Gates. Just wait till you want me to fix your breakfast. Boy, are you ever gonna get turned down flat. See how you like it."
"I'll be back in a minute," I told her. The truth was, I was dying to go outside and take another look down the street to see if that confounded old shade was down or up. I had been glancing that way all day long and so far it had remained up, which was beginning to bug me. I stepped out of doors, walked to the corner and very casually picked up a stick and threw it out in the street – in the direction of Mrs. Devine's house. I made believe I was watching the stick, but actually I glanced at the window. The shade was – my heart began to jump – the shade was down! I felt like climbing a tree and yelling at anyone passing by, but somehow I got hold of myself and – after taking one more quick look to make sure the shade really was drawn – turned and walked slowly back into the house.
Elly was running the vacuum-sweeper, and if there's any lousy racket I hate more than any other, it's the sound of a vacuum. The noise of those things just flips me. I got out of the house fast, closed the front door so I couldn't hear the sweeper and sat down on one of the chairs on the porch. I sat there and watched the girls in shorts walk by. Some of 'em looked pretty good, but most of them looked awful – they were either fat or skinny. Blah!
I saw one that looked pretty good. I knew her slightly and called out to her. She stopped, smiled and said hello. She looked at me and swung her long-strapped purse around crudely and – seeing that I wasn't too much interested in her, I guess – moved on, giggling quite a bit, but stupidly. Why do some girls giggle cute while others giggle stupid?
I waited until I heard Elly turn off the sweeper and then entered the house as she was putting it away.
"Elly," I said, "I'm kind of hungry. Got anything to eat?"
She turned and locked at me with her blue eyes. "Oh, so now you want a favor? Well, you can just get yourself something to eat. Me, I'm going to change my clothes and go somewhere. You aren't the only one who can go out."
"Don't be mad. I really do have a date – one I can't break."
"Who cares?" she snapped.
I shrugged, waited a few minutes and then went up the stairs after her. I found her in her room, but I hadn't expected she'd be naked. When she saw me her eyes lit up.
"Now don't get any hot ideas. I just wanted to tell you that I don't want you to be mad. I'll be home early and then – we can – well, you know – if you want."
"You can just go to hell. Me, I'm going out and pick me up a boy, one who's older than you. How do you like that?"
"Elly," I said, knowing she was upset, "don't talk like that. If Mom or Dad ever found out they'd raise hell. You know that."
"If they knew you'd screwed me they'd raise hell, too."
I felt cold all over suddenly. "Just a minute, Elly. Don't say it that way. It's true, I did it to you that first time, but when I was in the tub before, well, it was all your idea. Don't forget that, little sister."
"Don't call me little sister, you big ape. I'm just as big for a girl as you are for a boy."
"Okay. I just don't want you to start thinking this thing between us is all my doing. You like it, too."
She seemed to relax. "So what if I do. I'm going out tonight and get me a real guy."
"You can't do that," I said. "You'll get into trouble."
She put her hands on her hips and shot her head forward, her eyes blazing. "All right, then you stay home."
I thought it was best to pacify her, so I said, "Okay, I'll stay home. I won't go out on my date. I'll just call her up and tell her my sister wants me to stay home with her."
She shot her head forward, her chin shaking with anger. "Don't you dare do that. You just go on your old date, see if I care."
I tried another tact. I grinned. "I can see your cute little box, Elly."
She blushed and put her hands down to cover herself. "You can just take your old eyes away from me and get out of my room."
"Oh, come on. You know you like to hear me say things like that."
"Not any more I don't. I wish you'd get out of my room. After all, I don't have any clothes on."
"That didn't seem to bother you much when I was taking a bath," I observed.
"Well, I had hot pants then. I don't now. So beat it."
"Don't get so tough. I'm only teasing you."
"What makes you think I'm dying to be teased, big shot?"
"I'll bet I could tease the butt off you, kid," I retorted.
"No, you can't and I don't even want you to try."
"Elly," I said, put out a bit by her angry attitude, "I think you have very pretty tits."
"Oh, shut up about my tits!"
"How," I said carefully, "would you like to have a guy suck on them?"
She got a startled look in her eyes. "Huh? What did you say to me Tommy Gates?"
I took a deep breath. "I'll say it again only in a different way. How would you like me to suck on your titties?"
A sly grin crossed her pretty face. "Wow," she said. "What an exciting way to talk. Say it again."
"What's this now. I thought you didn't like that kind of talk."
"Oh, but I do. Say it again, please!"
"Okay," I walked closer to her and touched one of her tits. "How would you like it if I sucked this." I gave her tit a snap with my finger.
She winced and I was immediately sorry I had done this, but I didn't let on to her. "Well?" I said. "Are you going to answer or not?"
"That hurt."
"Didn't hurt much. I asked you a question. Gonna answer?"
"Say it again."
"Good grief, how many times do I have to say it?" I took a deep breath. "Elly, little sister, how would you like it if I sucked your tits?"
She grinned. "I think I'd like it."
"Lie down on the bed and I'll do it," I told her, my cock growing.
"All right. You know something? When talk like that it makes me awful hot."
"Well, that's what I intended to do. Down, kid."
She lay down on the bed, her legs pulled tightly together, and stared up at me in a strange manner. I suppose she thought I was pulling some kind of trick on her. Something like that. I didn't. I just bent over and placed my lips around a tit and sucked it, running my tongue over it until she was moaning and groaning and pulling my hair and all that wild stuff girls do when they get real hot. I left her tits and went down to her stomach, ran my tongue over her belly-button and then, suddenly, before I knew what was happening, she had wrapped both of her slender legs around my neck and was pushing her cunt into my face and pumping her loins in quick little jerking movements as if she thought she could get a cream job that way.
I ran my tongue down into her box and made a fluttering kind of movement with it – just as I had done with Mrs. Devine – and Elly cried out and began to jerk and twist her body around like a girl gone nuts. After a little of this I pulled away from her.
"Cool it, Elly."
"Oh, Tommy, I love that so much. That feels terrific. I think I went off a little. Do it some more, please."
"Would you rather have me put it in?" I asked.
"That, too, but keep on with your tongue. It's wonderful."
"I'll do something even better," I told her, caught up in it now. I mean really caught up in it. "I'll turn around and we can do a thing together."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I turned my body around and lay down on her, my face buried between her young legs. "I mean, I suck, you suck – we both suck. I suck you off; you suck me off. Fair deal?"
She didn't answer me. She just grunted a little and put her warm lips around my joint and I began to suck her and pump the old joint into her at the same time. I guess she liked it pretty well because when I blew off into her, she stiffened and squealed and choked and sputtered and then when I was through blowing she hung onto my legs as if she never wanted to let go of them.
"Hey," I said. "That's it. Show's over. Let go of me."
"Pump off into me again!" she cried eagerly. "I love it!"
I thought about the lush body of Mrs. Devine waiting for me and shook my head. Realizing she couldn't see my head, I pulled it out of her mouth, or tried to, but she hung onto me fiercely. "Let go of me, Elly. Please!" I said. "I have to go."
She released her hold on me. "Why do you have to go? Why don't you pump off into me again?"
"Because," I said, and stopped.
"Because you want to go and see your girl? Is that it?"
I bit my lips. "Yeah. That's it. I've taken care of you and now I want to go and see my girl."
"You mean your other girl, don't you?" she said, looking at me slyly. "You may be my brother, but you're also my guy."
I got off the bed and zipped up my pants. "Elly," I said slowly. "Take it cool with that kind of talk. Don't even think that way. I'm not your guy. I'm your brother and don't forget it."
She began to pout. "You do it to me and then you say you aren't my guy. What is a guy then?"
"What?"
"I mean, a girl lets a guy do it to her, he's her guy then, right?"
"I'm your brother, damn it, not your guy. What's with you?"
She got up from the bed and ran her hands over her tits. "I liked it," she said, evidently forgetting about the guy stuff for the moment. "Will you do it to me that way again sometime?"
I studied her, not knowing if she had really forgotten the guy stuff or not. "Yeah," I said. "Only don't give me this 'I'm your guy' stuff. I'm not."
"All right, Tommy," she said, grinning slightly. "You go and see your girl. I'll be okay. I'll stay home and watch the tube."
"See you later," I said, and left the room. I walked down the hall, down the stairs and out of doors. I saw it was beginning to grow dark. I'd have to wait a little while. Besides, now I wasn't in too much of a hurry to see Mrs. Devine. That Elly! She had surprised me. I was a bit scared of her now because all that stuff she said bothered me. If she started thinking that way about me I might be in for trouble.
I went back in the house and Elly remained upstairs. I kept glancing at the clock and at the growing darkness out of doors. I was glad she stayed in her room because I was feeling weird about my kid sister at the moment, and I kept getting one hard-on after another each time I recalled the scene that had just taken place.
I smoked three or four of my father's cigarettes before it was real dark out and when it was very dark, I put out the last one and stepped out of the house through the rear door. I went across the neighbor's backyard, across the one next to Mrs. Devine and stood near her garage, staring at the window. There were no lights in her house and it was so dark now I couldn't be sure if the shade was drawn or not, but remembering that I had seen it drawn, I finally went up onto her back porch and knocked.
"Come in, Tommy," she whispered. "Quick. Don't say a word."
I stepped into her kitchen and she closed the door and locked it. I heard her do it and I could see her, of course. I could smell her all right and noted she had some new kind of perfume on. Man, it really turned me on, that perfume. She touched my arm and I quickly slipped my other arm about her waist and pulled her to me. I sought out her mouth and kissed her lips passionately. She gasped and bit me lightly on the lip.
"Hey," she said. "Hot pants already?"
"Yes," I said, my breath gushing out of me as I spoke. "I really got 'em tonight, Mrs. Devine." This wasn't quite true. Elly had satisfied me pretty good, but then, I was fifteen and being satisfied at fifteen – I found out later – doesn't last long.
"Good," she said. "But we have to wait. There may be someone coming to my door at any moment."
"You mean the guy with the black beard?" I heard myself say.
Her body stiffened and she took a long time in replying. "Yes. How did you know?"
"He stopped me on the street and asked me who I was."
She was silent for a moment. "You mustn't talk to him. Stay away from that man."
"Who is he?"
"A man I used to know."
"Was he your husband?"
"N-No," she said. "Not my husband. My husband is dead."
"Guess you don't want to talk about him, huh?"
"No, I don't," she said. "Except to warn you to stay away from him."
"I'm not around him. I don't know him. All he did was stop me in front of the drug store and ask me if my name was Gates."
"All right, Tommy," she said mysteriously.
I couldn't think of anything to say and besides, who wanted to talk? I just kissed her and she pressed my head down against her, encouraging me, I thought, so I went lower on her and, remembering what I had done to Elly earlier, began to suck on it, running my tongue over her rapidly swelling nipple. This set me up in great shape and I got as hard as a rock. I found her hand and pressed it against my hard-on.
"Tommy," she breathed, "we have to wait a – little – while." She was having trouble with her breathing and this excited me more than ever. "Tommy," she said, her voice almost breaking, "please don't – suck – my breasts – you're getting me all bothered up."
But I paid no attention to her and kept on sucking her tit and a moment later ran my free hand between her legs. I was startled to discover that she was wearing only stockings, no pants, nothing at all over her box. I dipped my forefinger into her crevice and felt the sticky wetness of her cunt. I nearly blew off in my pants and to prevent this I took my prick out and let it press against her hip. She sighed and fumbled around and finally caught hold of me there and began to jack me a little.
"Tommy, I swear I never saw such a hot kid. I believe you could go off a dozen times a day."
"Yeah," I muttered. "I'm hot all right. You make me hot."
I ran my hand up and down over her flat tummy and then over her rounded, firm hips and up her sides to her titties. I rubbed them a bit and dropped my hand to her box again and dipped my finger inside of her cunt.
She was squeezing my arm something awful now and breathing like a dog that's been running in the sun. "Tommy," she squealed, sounding something like Elly. "Tommy – boy – what – are – you – doing – to – me?"
"It ain't what I'm doing," I rasped. "It's what I'm gonna do."
"Oh – Tommy – boy – what are you – going – to do? Tell me? I want – to hear – you say it."
I grabbed her and threw her down to the hard kitchen floor with me on top of her. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you, lady," I cried in her ear.
"Tommy," she moaned. "Oh – Tommy – you mustn't – not now."
But I already had my hard prong buried deeply inside of her wet, eager cunt and I began to pump her harder than I ever had pumped before. She fastened her legs about me and held me in a vise-like grip. "Oh – Tommy – boy," she groaned. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me good. Never mind what I said before."
I fucked her. I fucked her like crazy, filling her hot cunt with thick, gray goo.