I drifted off to sleep sometime later with Elly in my arms, for all the world just like she was my girl. It was real strange, this thing we had between us, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. I figured it was a good thing, in a way, but that it could also turn out to be a very bad thing – in case someone found out about it. Someone like our parents, I mean. Just thinking about them, after I had wakened, made me cold all over. I gently eased Elly off my arm and sat up on the bed and looked out the window. It was still night and I was glad of it because I didn't really want to see Elly right now. I preferred to have it dark in the room.
"Hey, Tommy," she said sleepily. "You awake, too?"
"Yes," I said, wetting my lips. "Are you… still… mad at me?"
She giggled. "No, silly I never was mad at you. Can't you tell when a girl is really mad and when she's just faking it to get a rise out of you?"
"I guess I can't. I never thought much about it."
"Tommy… what's that woman's name?"
I hesitated. "Mrs. Devine," I said at length. She laughed softly. "Boy, what a name. Is she?"
"Is she what?"
"Is she divine?"
I grinned. "Kind of. In a wild sort of way."
"Is she awfully sexy and stuff?"
Again I hesitated.
"Tell me, Tommy. I won't ever tell anyone anything you say to me."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Well, then, yes, she's awful sexy. She's wild and… well, I don't know. Maybe that Basil guy is her boy friend or husband or something. You said he takes those benny pills and can't do nothing, so I suppose this just about drives her nuts. That's probably what makes her so… much the way she is."
"Is he her husband, Tommy?"
"She said her husband was dead, but I don't know whether to believe that or not."
"You think she's a lair, Tommy?"
"Could be. Women do lie sometimes, you know."
"So do guys."
"Sure, I know it. Everybody lies all over the place if it suits them."
"How many times have you fooled around with her?"
"Depends on what you mean. I've been there twice – no, three times including the time I carried out the garbage."
"You know what I mean, Tommy. How many times have you stuck in into that woman?"
"Quite a few times."
"Is she real good – real hot?"
"Y – Yes. Let's talk about something else, huh?"
"What for? I like to talk about stuff like this makes me…"
"Makes you what, Elly?" I knew, but I always liked to hear her put these kinds of things into words.
"Makes me hot all over, talking about all this stuff."
"Say… You ever think about anything but getting hot?"
"What else is there worth talking about, Tommy. Now."
"What do you mean now?"
"Now that you and I are…"
"Are what?"
"Are sort of lovers."
"Wish you wouldn't put it that way, Elly," I said crossly. "I told you to knock off that kind of talk before."
She moved up close to me and placed her hand on my stomach. "It's true, Tommy, you might as well admit it. We are sibling lovers."
"Never heard that word. What's sibling mean?"
"Means brother or sister."
I didn't say anything but flopped over on my side and looked out the window again.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah."
"I wish we weren't brother and sister."
"Yeah, sure."
"Wouldn't it be great if we could… could get married sometime?"
"Knock it off, you nut. Don't start that stuff again."
"I never have said anything like this before."
"Well… knock if off anyway. That kind of talk is crazy."
"I know it, Tommy. Girls like to dream about things and guys and stuff."
"So do guys, but we don't dream that kind of crazy stuff."
"You don't want me to talk about it?"
"Good grief. I just got through telling you I didn't."
"All right, Tommy. I promise not to say anything about it again."
"Crazy."
"I am not crazy."
"I meant crazy… well, I meant that's good."
She was silent for a time. Then: "Tommy, are you… I mean, could you get hot again?"
"No. I've had enough for tonight."
"I haven't."
"Nuts."
"Tommy, isn't it great to have the house to ourselves?"
"Kind of."
"I think it's just wonderful. I like Mom and Dad, don't misunderstand me, but it's awful nice to be free once in a while."
"Yeah."
"How come parents don't let their kids feel more free more often?"
I hated to say it, but I did. "It's because kids like us don't know how to handle things. If parents let kids have their own way the kids end up by getting into bad trouble. That's your answer."
"Boy, you're smart, Tommy."
"Naw. I read that somewhere."
"Just the same, I got a pretty smart brother."
"Okay. What is it you want now?"
"I don't want anything, Tommy. I really mean that. You're smart."
"How so?" I asked, pleased even though I was making believe I didn't care much.
"Well, how many young guys can get an old woman to…"
"She's not an old woman, damn it. She's middle-aged. She's thirty, I guess."
"No kidding? Is she really that old? Wow. I figured she was probably twenty-three or four or something like that. Boy, thirty! That's really old, Tommy!" She paused. "You'd think when anybody got that old, they'd have forgotten all about guys and stuff like that."
"Well – they do – some of 'em."
"How," she said brightly, "do you know?" I hedged a bit. "I don't really know, but I think they do. I mean, damn it, they do. I do too know it. I read it or something."
"You read a lot, don't you?"
"Quite a bit."
"You ever read any hot stories?"
"Sure. Lots of 'em." I hadn't, but what was the use in admitting it?
"Do you like to read hot stories?"
"Of course. You think I'm a freak or something?"
"I never read a real hot story. Do you have any?"
"No. Not now."
"What did you do with 'em?"
"Traded them off to a guy."
"Hey," she said. "Why don't we turn on a light so we can see each other?"
"Because… someone might be walking by the house and look upstairs and see us, silly."
"We can pull the shades down."
"If you want to yank 'em down, help yourself. Me, I'm tired."
I heard her climb out of bed and stumble around the room, drawing shades on the several windows. She got them all down properly and then came back and flopped down beside me. I felt her hand go up around my head.
"Hey, the chain is higher up," I said.
"I know where it is, silly." She yanked the chain and the light came on.
I looked at her and saw she had removed her shortie nightdress. It lay over the foot of the bed. I had to admit she looked good even if she was only thirteen. I decided to tell her, so I did. "You look pretty good, kid."
"Thank, Tommy. Take off your pajamas. I want to see you."
"I have them off."
"I mean the bottoms, too."
"Plan on starting something?" I asked, watching her blue eyes as they looked at my tummy.
She giggled. "Maybe. Why not?"
I sighed. "Ever since that first time I took you, Elly, all you can think about is sex. How come?"
She kissed the side of my face. "I love it," she said. "It's the most exciting thing in the world."
"Yeah. Know what you mean, but I hope you aren't thinking about getting some now. I've – er – had a busy night, you know."
"Oh, you're okay, Tommy. You can't kid me. I know how you are."
I turned on my side, my face away from her. I knew she was going to do it and she did. Her arms went around me and the first thing I knew she was fooling around with my thing. "Come on, Elly," I said, annoyed. "Cut it out. I don't feel like, it."
"This won't hurt you none, Tommy. I just love to feel of it. It feels so funny."
"Oh boy, you sure are a nut these days, all the time you wanna fool around."
"You made me this way. I never used to be."
She had a point there, so I ignored it. Never pays to let a girl think she's too much right. "Well," I said, "if you have to fool around, go ahead and fool around. But I'm not doing anything. I'm pooped."
"I'll get you over that feeling, Tommy. Wait and see."
"Nuts," I said, snorting. "Turn off the light, will you?"
"Please, Tommy. Don't make me turn the light off. I want to see it when it gets hard."
"You've seen it before. What have you got to see it again for?"
"Because I like to."
I turned over on my back. "Okay, smartie. Look at it. See. It's getting hard. Hope you're satisfied."
She giggled. "Not yet."
"What's that mean?"
"Means I'm not satisfied yet."
"Holy cow! Are you going to…"
"Yup," she said, breaking in. "Soon as it gets real hard."
I glanced down at her face and saw the little-girl lust in her eyes. "You beat everything," I said. "I think you've gotten to be sex crazy."
"Could be," she said, giggling again. "But, boy, is it ever fun being this way." She took my hand and placed it down over her cunt. "Put your finger in me, Tommy. Wiggle it around and make me come."
I felt a trace of excitement returning to me. "All right, but don't expect me to do if for you. I'm too tired to diddle."
"Just rub me off or whatever you call it. I don't care, just so I go off."
I stuck my finger inside of her box and immediately discovered how hot and wet she was. The moment my fingers entered her cunt she groaned and began to press down on he bed with both of her hands while at the same time jerking her loins up and down. I glanced at her face and was startled by the intense look of lust on her pretty pink face. Her jaw had gone slack, her eyes were half-closed, and her hair seemed to be doing a lot of flopping around as she jerked her loins. I could barely keep my finger inside her.
"Hey, you gonna do it or do I?" I asked.
"Both of us. Just press your finger deep, Tommy, and touch that little spot where it feels so good. Hey – I tell you – put two fingers or three in me. That's what will make it better."
"Oh, nuts, Elly," I said. "That's too much work."
"Please, Tommy?" Her eyes were begging me now.
"Hell, I might as well use my dingus. It's less work."
"Oh, Tommy," she cried. "Would you, would you please?"
I removed my finger from her box and crawled over on top of her. Even before I had settled down on her body she had grasped my thing and stuffed the head of it into her cunt. Man, was that box ever hot. Whew! It was almost hot enough to burn a guy. I sank it deep into her and she began to jerk her loins about frantically.
"That Basil guy didn't give you a benny, did he?" I asked suspiciously. I had heard that bennies sometimes make girls frantic.
"Well, what if he did?" she said. "What does it matter?"
"I thought there was something wild about you, Elly. You never acted this hot before."
"Well, I am now, so get on with it. Make me blow, Tommy."
It's a very strange thing to lie on top of your kid sister and pump your prick into her even when she has her eyes tightly closed and is naturally not looking at you. It is also a very strange deal to feel a cold hand pressing down on your butt while you're pumping her. The hand pressed down on me and I wondered how come she was doing this – it seemed damned strange. I mean, the way she was pressing down on my butt. She seemed to have a lot of rings on her fingers, and I knew damned well that Elly didn't wear rings. I figured my imagination was going flooey on me, so I closed my eyes and sped up the action quite a bit, but still she pressed her cold hand down on my butt.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes and screamed that I realized it wasn't Elly's hand but someone else's.
I stopped pumping and glanced up in cold horror, thinking it must be my dad or mom.
Mrs. Devine stood there, one titty hanging out, her hand still on my butt, her eyes glazed, her hair badly mussed.
She looked to be as drunk as could be.
"Hi, kid," she said thickly. "Your sister told Basil you two were here all alone, so I thought I'd pay you a visit I see," – here she grinned drunkenly – "you're being nice to your kid sister."
Elly just screamed, again and again.