Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

"Well, I don't know. It's a sudden thing. I mean, jobs are hard to find here and you might not like it. They're aren't many girls your age in this neighborhood. What kind of job could you get anyway?" Her fears were being confirmed. The minute she'd seen her on the doorstep, she'd known in her bones. She felt a little ashamed of herself then. After all it was her own sister.

"I type some. I took that at school and I worked a while at the dime store. Oh, Bette Jean, I just can't go back. I just can't. I'll die in that two bit town. Honest, you won't know I'm here. I'll help you and I'll get a job so I won't even be here all day."

"Now no one's asked my opinion in all this." Lester leaned back in his chair, blowing smoke rings ceilingward. His thumbs hooked in his belt, he looked at his wife's timid, uncertain face. "You're always wanting to get out more, Bette Jean. You race around trying to get everything done and you've got the explorer guides stuff to do with Gary and you wanted to join the bridge club. Well, now's your chance. Wanda's here to help you with the housework, you could do more things you been wanting to do. I think Wanda'd be a big help to you. Besides, I don't see how you could even contemplate turning your own sister out. Your baby sister. The old folks done their share. It's our turn now. You just tell me which room you want me to put her bags in." He rose decisively. It was settled in his mind and that was the end of it.

Before Bette Jean knew quite what happened Wanda was happily unpacking in what used to be the girls' room and Lester was off to work. A premonition of impending doom settled onto her small shoulders and she made another appointment with Dr. Madson. While Wanda was working, singing and slamming closet doors and drawers, she determinedly moved all of Lester's clothes into Donnie's old room. After last night, nothing was going to change her mind about that!

Wanda stretched lazily. Her hands strayed luxuriously under her nightgown to caress her bed-warm flesh. The soft tips of her breasts came alive under her palms and hardened into rigid little buds of need. Lord, it'd been a while. A girl got almost as horny as those farm boys back home when she had to do without it. But it wouldn't be long now. Lester kept looking at her like he was going to eat her alive.

She smiled and dipped her middle finger tenderly into the sensitive lips of her cuntal slit. Soon, now, she'd have Lester snorting and pawing. He wasn't getting any. Separate bedrooms. Bette Jean must be some kind of simpleton, leaving her husband high and dry like that, running around to doctors all the time. And Gary. That poor kid was almost crazy with needing a good fuck. There just wasn't any fucking going on at all in this house. It was as bad as living with Uncle Alf and Aunt Dee except Bette Jean and Lester were younger. Her finger found the erect little love button up between her legs and rubbed it gently alive.

The house was quiet. Wanda could almost hear the soft slippery sound of her finger on her clit. Oh God, it felt good. Bette Jean had gone off to that Explorer Guide meeting and luncheon. Gary was at school and Lester at work. Her thighs spread slowly as her finger slid up and down the moistened furrow of her desire-enflamed pussy. A whole week now without anything. There hadn't even been any men at the employment agency except one old geezer about sixty filling out an application for janitor. She'd only gone to satisfy Bette Jean anyway. Why worry about a job yet? She could sleep late, eat when she felt like it, watch television. There was plenty of time for jobs later.

Her hand stopped, poised above her slickened cuntal mouth, the breath held motionless in her chest as she listened. A car had stopped and a door slammed.

Lester walked into the still house, the blinds drawn against the light that could fade the carpet. It was dim in the big living room. He turned on the lamp and rummaged through his desk to find the Dreiser invoice. There. He folded it and shoved it into his pocket.

Must be getting on toward lunch time. May as well eat here before he went back to work. Save time in the long run. As he walked toward the kitchen he glanced down the hall and almost jumped out of his skin. Wanda was standing there in the door of her room, just watching him. Christ! She had on some kind of short thin nightgown that made her look more naked than if she hadn't had a stitch on!

"Hi." She packed so much meaning into that one soft syllable that he felt his gut tighten and his cock lurch inside his tight jeans. She just stood there looking at him, the long sandy hair almost touching the pink nipples that showed clearly through the pale yellow fabric. One tanned thigh was thrust forward and a slim hand hooked on one curved hip. Jesus! It was hard to believe that the provocative creature before him was only a kid. Not much older than his own son Gary but she was woman… a full blown woman. It was as though she stood at the end of a tunnel down the dim hallway and she was beckoning him though she never moved or said anything beyond the original laconic greeting. Lester went toward her as though she were a magnet and his cock a bar of magnetized steel. He wasn't even aware of his legs moving until suddenly he was standing right in front of her.

The green eyes looked up at him boldly. It was like she could read everything that was going through his head and was answering all his questions. She was removing all the obstacles without ever once opening her mouth. From somewhere deep inside his gut a groan tore out as his hands reached for her. He was crushing the silky length of teen age girl into his body and his mouth bent to drink from that pouty mouth. The lips opened softly and his tongue surged into the hot cavern that was moist and softly receptive. His hand found the round fullness of her firm buttocks as he pulled the sleek little belly into his aching imprisoned cock. His mouth was bruising those taunting lips and his tongue fucking hard into the sucking mouth that was knowing and practiced. Jesus Christ! This was what a man needed. Oh God, yes, needed like he needed air.

"God damn!" he breathed finally into the fragrant hair in along the curve of her throat.

"It's about time," she whispered, her arms going up around his neck tighter. "Thought you weren't ever going to make a move… thought maybe you didn't want any…"

"Ohhh, Wanda, baby…" he muttered, his mouth kissing all over the firm young skin of her face and throat and ears.

"Wait…" she pulled from his arms and went into the bedroom. Jerking the covers down she crawled into the bed and lay back, posing provocatively for him. The sandy hair was spilled in silky streaks across the pillow, the green eyes mocking him again, the slim tanned arms flung over her head, the long tapering thighs spread out until he could see the hair fronded pink slit between her legs.

"You getting any ideas?" she whispered.

"Hell… I got ideas," he rasped, jerking his clothes off with frantic urgency.

"Well, how about using some of those ideas with me, right now?" Wanda said, a little petulantly. "I'm right here… ready and willing…"

"… and able!" Lester was shaking as he climbed onto the bed beside her and leaned over to kiss her hard, using his lips and tongue, thrusting deeply into her mouth to taste again the sweet nectar of her. His big work-roughened hand went up under the sheer, shorty nightgown to the magnificent mounds of firm, full flesh. He felt their swelling smoothness, paying homage to each in turn, the coraline-pink buds of her nipples coming erect and standing out into his palm.

"Let's get this damned nightgown off of you!" he grumbled, giving it a tug.

"All right, darling… but don't tear it," she warned.

"I don't like anything in the way!"

Quickly, she sat up and removed the fluff of nylon. As it came over her head, her breasts burst from their gentle confinement, thrusting up, proudly, before him. Choking a little, he glued his mouth, instantly, to one nipple.