I reached down and pulled the sheet up over Elly and me and Mrs. Devine had to pull her hand away in order for me to do this, which was one reason I did it. Elly kept on screaming until I told her to cool it, which she did, strangely enough. I glanced at her and saw the look of horror, or whatever it was in her eyes. She had been caught with her brother and I knew that was how she was thinking. I told her to cool it again and pulled my dingus out as carefully as possible so Mrs. Devine couldn't see me, though I didn't really care if she did or not. Having her here made me suddenly very hot. I mean very hot, not just so-so hot as I had been before.
"The front door was wide open," Mrs. Devine explained, her voice not quite as thick now, "so I walked right in. Hope you kids aren't angry."
"You'd better get out of here, lady," Elly said indignantly. "Who told you you could just walk right in our house?"
"Take it easy, Elly. Mrs. Devine knew our folks weren't home. She hasn't done anything to… Hurt us."
"I don't care. She makes me mad, walking in on… us this way."
Mrs. Devine smiled strangely, glanced down at her exposed breast and tucked it back inside of her dress. "I'm sorry you are mad, honey. I guess you have a right to be. Truth is," – here her speech seemed to get a bit thick again – "truth is, I'm rather drunk. Hope you'll forgive me, you two."
"It's okay," I said hastily. "Where's Basil?"
"He's – er – at the house sleeping it off."
Elly surprised hell out of me then. "Tommy," she said. "Let's all go down to her house."
"Huh?" I said stupidly. "What for?"
"She wants to see Basil, Tommy," Mrs. Devine told me. Turning to Elly, she said, "Am I right?"
Elly didn't answer her, so I spoke. "This Basil, is he your boy friend, Mrs. Devine?" I admit I was just a bit jealous until she answered me.
"Basil," she said thickly, "is my older brother."
I felt better immediately and grinned at her. "Shall we all go down to your house, Mrs. Devine?"
She bit her lips. "Okay, if you two promise to keep very quiet about it."
"We promise, don't we Elly?" I asked my sister.
Her eyes were wild with excitement now. "Sure, Mrs. Devine. We won't tell our folks or anyone." Elly paused. "I'm sorry I spoke to you like I did a minute ago."
"That's all right, Elly. Is that your name – Elly?"
"Yes, Ma'am. That's right. I guess I was pretty rude to you."
"Mrs. Devine," I said, breaking into their little conversation, "you told me that if Basil… caught me with you, he'd beat me up. That's what you said. How come it's okay now for me to come to your house?"
"For both of you to come, Tommy," she said, correcting me. "That makes it different, you see. Basil… well, he likes your sister very much."
"Oh, I see. Elly's pretty young, you know." Mrs. Devine brushed her dark hair out of her eyes. (She really looked like she'd been sleeping for twelve hours and had just gotten up.) "How about it, Elly? Think you're too young to come to my house and share a party with us?"
"Of course I'm not," Elly said, looking indignant. "I've been there before."
"All right," I said. "That settles it. We'll have to leave before dawn comes up, Mrs. Devine. We don't want any of the neighbors seeing Elly and me leaving."
"That's right, Tommy… Good thinking. I'll see to it that you're gone before daylight."
I figured if she got any drunker than she was she wouldn't be able to even see daylight let alone seeing to it that Elly and I were gone from the house, but of course I didn't say anything like this to her. I'm not crazy. I bounded out of bed scarcely realizing I was naked and started to pull on my clothing, Mrs. Devine, however, wasn't looking at me, I noticed, but at Elly, who also bounded out of bed and ran from the room, telling us she'd be right back, dressed and ready to go.
"I can remember when I was Elly's age," Mrs. Devine said strangely. "Basil and I used to have great fun then." She sighed and I saw her chin quiver and her eyes water.
"We can have fun tonight, Mrs. Devine. Don't cry."
She sniffed. "Who's crying?"
"I just meant that… come on, boy, get dressed," she told me, her tone changing to one of authority again, just the way it had been when I had first met her. "We're wasting time talking here."
I got dressed and so did Elly and we all left the house through the rear door so no one on the street could see us together. We walked as quietly as we could through the back yards of the two houses between our place and Mrs. Devine's. I had to help Mrs. Devine because she kept stumbling all over the joint the way adults do when they walk in dark, strange places; don't ask me why. We arrived at Mrs. Devine's rear door and went up the steps and into the house. She had a dim light on in the front room, but you couldn't really see much. I did see something, however – Basil was lying naked on the sofa. Elly saw him, too, and I heard her gasp just as if she were delighted to see him that way, which she probably was, I don't know.
Mrs. Devine pinched my arm. "Come into my bedroom, Tommy, and leave Elly out here with my brother."
I turned to Elly. "That okay with you, Elly?"
"Y-Yes," she said softly. "You go in the room with her. Me, I'm gonna have some fun with Basil." She walked over to where the man lay and I saw her reach down and do something with his peter.
I laughed and looked quickly at Mrs. Devine, but she was already walking toward the door of another room, her bedroom, I guessed. I followed her and she turned on another dim light – one in the bedroom, of course. She then motioned for me to enter the room, but I was already inside and she saw this and smiled and began to strip off her clothing until she was naked.
"You must be in a hurry," I said, grinning. She laughed strangely. "I'm taking a bath first, Tommy. Come." She crooked her finger and I followed her to another doorway. She stepped into the bathroom – I could see it was a bathroom even though there was no light in the room – and turned on the shower. She tested it in a way that made me think she might not be as drunk as she seemed. Funny thing about her. One minute she would appear to be loaded and then she would do something real sensible that made me wonder just how loaded she was. Well, anyway, she stepped under the water and began to shiver, so I guessed she was taking a cold one to sober up – I heard that adults do this quite often, though I had never been drunk, so I didn't know if it worked.
"Come here, Tommy, I want you to wash my body for me. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, lapsing back into the use of that term.
She paid no attention to it this time but handed me a washcloth. "Put a little soap on it, Tommy, and wash me good. I feel awful…" but she did not complete the sentence, so I didn't know if she felt awful or awful dirty.
"I better take my clothes off first," I told her.
"Good idea," she muttered thickly, making me think once again that she must be drunk.
"Mrs. Devine," I told her as I undressed, "I'm kind of worried about Elly. Do you think she'll be okay with Basil?"
"Sure. He can't hurt her any. About all he can do is mouth."
I understood what she meant, of course, but just the same I felt guilty about letting Elly be alone in the room with an old drunken guy. Not that Basil was that old, but he was fairly old, even by adult standards. I didn't have any more time to worry about Elly, for Mrs. Devine had grabbed my wrist and was pulling me up to her nudity. She planted a wet kiss on my mouth and I slipped my arm about her waist, feeling the thrill of excitement run through me that always did when I was close to a naked, eager female. I kissed her mouth in return and she bit me lightly and reaching down, began to play with my dingus.
Mrs. Devine had a very able hand. She played with my dingus better than I did!
"That's so nice," I breathed. "Don't stop, Mrs. Devine. Please don't stop."
"But," she answered, "I don't want to just jerk you off, boy. I want some fun for myself."
"Oh, you won't have to worry about that. I'm gonna be hot a lot around you."
She smiled at me, obviously very pleased with what I had just said. Her hand caressed my prick faster and tighter. The sweat of her palm created a slickness and it wasn't unlike having it inside a wet, hot, eager, willing cunt.
She worked her hand faster and faster.
I groaned and pumped my hips upward. I could feel my climax was due any minute.
And it came, shooting hot sperm up and out of my prick all over her.
"Better wash me, kid, before we start something new," she muttered.
"Yes, Mrs. Devine." I took the cloth and soaped it and ran it over her body. I found I liked this very much. My thing got hard and I kept trying to stick her with it even as I washed her, which was pretty silly because I couldn't manage to get it in.
"Hold off, boy," she told me. "You'll get all the poking you want in a minute. Wash me up good first."
When I had completed the job – a pleasurable one – I threw the cloth down and watched her rinse her splendid body with the falling water. It looked odd, seeing all that water running down over her pretty face, down over her great titties, in between them and down across her tummy and legs. Man, this woman was really stacked. Her legs would have made two of Elly's. They were rounded in just the right way, the flesh firm and solid and tanned in just the correct amount to look sexy.
She stepped out and handed me a towel. "Dry me, boy," she said, her speech clearer again.
I ran the towel over her body, rubbing her hard in certain places, merely sponging her in others. I tossed the towel away and started to step under the shower myself, but she grabbed my arm.
"Not you, boy. Don't want to get that thing all wet and shriveled up."
I recalled having been in the tub earlier, much earlier, and having Elly sit on me. The water in the tub hadn't affected me then. "That won't bother me any, Mrs. Devine. Water won't stop me."
"Just the same, don't get under it, I don't want to take any chances." She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "Now then, Tommy, what would you like to do to me first?"
I grinned. "I guess you know that, Mrs. Devine."
"You tell me."
"Lie down on the bed," I suggested, "and I'll do the first thing I think of."
"All right, Tommy." She let go of me and walked to the bed, her butt moving from side to side in fine shape. I looked at it and wet my lips and light away I knew what I wanted to do.
"Get on the bed and down on your hands and knees, Mrs. Devine," I said. "I got an idea."
She nodded, looked at me oddly but complied. When she was on her hands and knees, I looked at her closely and saw the way her mammoth, shapely titties hung down away from the rest of her body. I lay down on the bed and shoved my head beneath her and stuck my tongue out. I could just barely reach the nipples of her titties.
"Lower 'em a little bit," I told her, and she did so.
I ran my tongue over her titties, first one then the other, and finally left them and went lower down on her body, stopping along the way to kiss her firm, flat tummy. The muscles of her tummy quivered when I kissed her there and she moaned a bit and began to pump her loins at my face.
"Cool it, Mrs. Devine," I said just as if I were talking to Elly. "Let me do it."
I moved downward on the bed and got my head between her legs, but I had no chance to do anything to her because Basil had entered the room. He had a pair of trunks on, I saw, and he was scowling.
"Cut that out, kid," he barked.
Mrs. Devine very calmly got off the bed and motioned for me to do likewise, which I did. I felt foolish standing there in the nude with her in the same condition and her brother glaring at first one of us and then the other.
"Basil, please go back to the other room," she told him quietly. "You have his sister, leave the boy to me."
Somehow or other I didn't like the sound of this much because I didn't quite know what to do. I did nothing, which is usually a pretty good way to behave.
"Kid," Basil said to me, "get your sister and go home. Hurry up. Pull your clothes on and get out of here."
"Yes, sir," I said quickly after I had taken a quick look at his muscles, which were big and powerful-looking and plentiful. "I'll get dressed and cut out. We both will."
Mrs. Devine never said a word while I got dressed. I left the room, and seeing Elly standing in the kitchen, took her arm. "Come on, Elly," I whispered. "Something is wrong here. We got to go home."
She didn't say a word, either, so we left quietly, going out the rear door and closing it softly after us. We ran across the rear yards and up onto our back porch. We entered the house and I locked the door.
"What went wrong with you and Basil?" I asked.
She didn't say anything but just walked away from me and into the front room. I saw her head for the bathroom, so I waited until she was through in there and then decided not to say anything more about the matter right now. I went upstairs and she followed me. I went to my room and she to hers. I was puzzled but still didn't want to ask her what had happened.
I lay down and went to sleep almost immediately. I had the craziest dream. Man, it was crazy.
I was running as fast as I could to get away from this hairy monster that was chasing me. I seemed to get as far as our rear porch when it grabbed me and threw me down on my back. I was scared stiff, but I fought with the monster in a futile attempt to get away. It was terrifically strong and the more I struggled and fought, the more I realized it was hopeless.
The next thing I knew the monster had unzipped me and was taking my dingus in its mouth. I wanted to throw up but couldn't even do that. I guess I must have hollered in my sleep, for when I woke up I was wet with sweat and Elly was standing in the doorway.
"What were you yelling about, Tommy?" she asked. It was getting to be dawn outside and I could see her faintly.
I sat up on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. "Dreaming. I was dreaming."
"Boy, you must have been, all that yelling and everything. You made enough racket to wake up the whole town."
"Elly," I said, "come and get into bed with me. I might dream again."
She smiled and came to the bed and sat down and looked at me. "That Basil guy," she said quietly. "I think he's a – what did you call it? – a popper?"
"Yeah? How did you find out?"
"All the time I was with him he kept muttering about how much he wanted to…"
"To what, Elly?"
"You know, suck a cock," she said flatly but not looking at me. "He made me kind of sick."
"No kidding?" I said, my jaw going slack as I recalled the dream I had had about the hairy monster. Some sort of instinct had caused the dream, I figured. I had heard about such instinctive dreams. At least, I thought that was what I had heard or read.
"Yes. Boy, what a letdown he was."
"I should think so, Elly. Get in bed and let's go to sleep."
"I don't feel much like sleeping. I haven't slept at all yet."
"Those bennies he gave you earlier," I said, the idea of it hitting me suddenly. "That's what it is. I've heard those things keep you awake, sometimes for two or three days."
"He only gave me one, Tommy."
"That's enough to keep you from sleeping, I guess."
She snuggled down on the bed close to me. "You know something Tommy? I thought it would be lots of fun to make love with an old guy like him, but I found out different."
"I guess you did, all right," I retorted, "if that's the kind of guy he turned out to be."
"Oh, he likes girls, too, Tommy. He really does. I guess he likes everything that's sexy."
"Yeah. I never heard of that." I hadn't heard of it.
"I'm going to tell you something he said to me, Tommy. He said that his sister likes to go down on girls, too, as well as boys. Why would a woman want to go down on a girl?"
This flabbergasted me. "I don't believe that," I said. "I think he's just trying to make her out to be as nutty as he is, that's all. Mrs. Devine ain't no whatchacallit!"
"How do you know?"
"Well, I don't. But I would have found out, I think. He's just lying about her. She's not that way. I'm pretty sure of it."
"He wanted to get to you and wanted me to go in the bedroom and tell his sister I wanted to go down on her, Tommy."
"I figured there was something nutty about that guy. I just knew it. I had a funny feeling about him."
She put her blonde head on my naked shoulder. "Tommy, let's do it and forget all about these people."
I must have misunderstood her. "What?" I inquired stupidly.
"Do it to me, Tommy. Then I won't feel so funny about him."
"I don't follow you."
She sighed. "I really don't know what I mean, Tommy. All I know is that Mom and Dad will be home today and we won't get a chance to love one another, maybe for a long time – so do it to me all you can now – please?"
"Gee, Elly, after hearing all this stuff about Basil, I don't know. I mean, it leaves a funny taste in my mouth. I don't want to…"
She kissed the side of my face. "Tommy," she said softly. "Please?"
"All right, Sis," I said, and grinned. I hadn't called her "Sis" since she was five years old.
"Get on top of me, Tommy, and stick it in deep. I want to cream all over the place."
"All right, Elly. Spread your legs."
She smiled. "Silly, they're already spread. Want me to crack my crotch?"
I grinned and moved over on top of her hot, young body. It was no use. For the first time in my life I couldn't get one on. No matter how hard I tried for an erection, nothing happened.
"What's wrong, Tommy?"
I didn't answer her. I kept recalling the dream I had had. That hairy monster trying to suck my dingus. I shuddered and flopped over on my side of the bed and fell asleep.