Paul Roan - My sister,my sex slave

She heard Carol's footsteps and she stepped back so that she could close the door. Adam Wright winked again and then he left the porch.

Carol moved up to stand beside her as they watched him get into his car and drive away.

"How the hell did he get in here?" Carol said. "It isn't that easy, you know."

"Lennie and the others must have left the gates unlocked," Norma said. "Maybe they are getting careless now."

Carol nodded but she didn't really believe it. She waited for Norma to close and lock the front door, then they walked back to the library. Norma felt that some sort of explanation was in order so she told Carol that the school authorities traced Lily and her through her previous employers and now they were insisting that she send Lily to school.

"I guess I'll have to make her go," Norma said. "Lily hates school and I know just how she feels."

They went on a tour of the house and there were treasures in every room. It was a big house and Norma wondered how the owners would ever get everything back in order again. It seemed like a tremendous task, and not at all like the business of plundering.

Carol insisted that they should pack all of the silverware and anything else of value that they could find. She said that Lennie would sell off everything in sight for low prices just so that they could get underway again.

"Lennie gets antsy when he can't move around," Carol explained. "That's why we finally decided that we would pack up and get. So, now we will put everything in cartons and Lennie and the kids will peddle it in a hurry."

Norma didn't say anything. She worked along with Carol and they packed many cartons and left them in the rooms they were packed in. The boys and Lennie would find them and load them into the truck. And that would be the end of that.

The day went quickly for Norma, probably because she was busy all the while. When it was time to begin fixing dinner, she helped with that, too, and when Carol offered her some wine, while they were fixing dinner, she refused. Carol didn't insist and the two of them worked together very comfortably. In a way, she liked Carol and she wished that she was not a thief. She would hate to be the one to send Carol off to jail but there was no other way to do things. Carol was a crook and that was all that there was to that.

She sat at the kitchen table with the others, later, and while they ate and talked of the money that had been taken in and the humorous events of the day, Norma watched all of them, imagining them in prison. She could imagine how it would be for Lennie. He would sort of take to prison life and make out just fine. The boys would probably be sent to a farm where they could be rehabilitated and taught a trade. Carol would go into a girls' reformatory and she, too, would be taught a trade or something to do what would be honest.

Carol reported the truant officer's visit and Lily had some unkind things to say about truant officers, school, in general, and how the hell did he get in?

"Nobody bothered to lock the gates after we went out this morning,"

Lennie said. "Who figured on truant officers?"

When they were lingering over coffee and cigarettes, Lennie wanted to know what they had accomplished during the day and Carol gave him an inventory. Lennie and the boys decided that they would begin loading the truck after dinner and they would be ready then to get an early start in the morning.

Norma volunteered to clean things up in the kitchen and Carol went along with Lennie, the boys and Lily. She wished that she could tell Lily about what was going to happen to Lennie and the others but she did not dare. The way she felt about Lennie and the twins and Carol, Lily would tell them and give the whole show away.

She couldn't wait for the time to pass so that she could pretend to go to bed and then sneak out of the house and walk to the carriage house and find Adam Wright waiting there for her.

The others worked steadily, loading the cartons that she and Carol had packed into the truck and when they were finally finished, it was well after ten o'clock and everyone was exhausted. When the general move toward the upstairs bedrooms took place, Norma was almost as tired as everyone else.

She was afraid to go to sleep and trust the alarm clock again. Instead, once she reached her bedroom, she took a shower and freshened up and then she sat down and waited for the others to settle down, too.

She waited until it was after one o'clock in the morning and she was sure that everyone else was sound asleep. When she was walking in the night, she stopped and turned and looked back at her little sister's windows and there was no light. Lily was sound asleep, exhausted and worn out from the hard work that they had all had to do in order to accomplish Lennie's purposes.

Adam was waiting for her and she walked right into his arms and as soon as his mouth found her lips, the trembling began and she wept. He held her and she could feel the way his heart was pounding and her own was racing just as wildly. She shivered as his lips moved across her own and then he moved, somehow, so that her back was against the wall of the building and then he was putting his hands on her breasts and even through the fabric of her blouse, the nerve endings reacted to his touch and she could feel the rising fever in her loins. For a moment she was filled with a touch of outrage, desolate because of the quick and eager responses he could arouse in her. That was not the way she was supposed to be and that he could turn her on so completely annoyed her.

And then the sense of outrage was gone and she stopped thinking and she could feel her brain turning into oatmeal and her legs turned into weak and useless stalks and when he put his hand under her skirt and she felt his fingertips sliding inside the rim of her panties, a sob escaped her and she shivered, anticipating the touch of his fingers in her innermost slit. When it actually happened, she clung to him, whimpering softly, weeping openly and as his fat finger slipped up inside of her she drenched it with the fruits of an exceptionally wet orgasm.

He began moving his finger in and out in her tight little sheath and the raw, blazing sensations that sizzled in her flesh drove her frantic and he seemed to know what he was doing to her. His mouth was kissing her lips constantly and his finger was sliding in and out and her orgasms were growing in intensity and he was shaking as violently as she was.

"I can't stop," he whispered, finally. "I want to stop, and get us inside, at least, but I want so much from you. I just can't seem to stop."

A frantic, fleeting thought raced through her disorganized brain and she was going to reach down and push his hand away and withdraw his finger from its inflamed nest in the process but she couldn't do anything like that. She could only stand weakly, pinned against the building, shaking and wriggling and coming with a never ending frenzy that finally forced her into a massive orgasm that robbed her of all strengths and she slid down to the cement walk. He went along with her, still holding on to her, still kissing her with undiminished ardor.

And because it was all so splendid, so long overdue, she wept and responded to his lovemaking with a new freedom. His hands did terrible things to her clothes and she was naked and not naked, really, because she was still wearing her clothing but he had displaced it completely and her hips and bottom, sexual parts and breasts were bared, and he was using his mouth on them while his hands forced her legs apart and then he was sliding his stiff cock into her and she was moaning and groaning as ecstasy began and crested swiftly, too swiftly. She could feel every nerve and muscle and particle of her being throbbing and bursting with a new and special type of eagerness and when orgasm came it was too intense and she fainted, for a second and then her body was throbbing and screaming with exaggerated ecstasies and she finally began a series of sexual convulsions that eased most of the torments within her. She could feel him inside her body and it was a good feeling, a wonderful feeling and even as orgasm followed orgasm and pleasures followed sensual pleasures, her mind told her, in a lucid moment, that she was very possibly freed, no longer imprisoned in a chrysalis of frigidity and frost.