Grace Wilkinson - Aunt Dorothy book II

Two hours later though when he had finished the book, Art was forced to remember the vivid image of his young daughter's tiny, almost hairless pussy suspended over his raging hard-on… then, still worse than that, he would see Dorothy, his own sweet wife, getting herself fucked silly by her own son Joe! He really believed that they were all prey to some family strain of sexual insanity, and with this disturbing thought, he got dressed and went out to prowl the streets of New York, still uncertain about what to do about anything.

Rosalie sat on her sofa as Nick helped himself to the expensive assortment of liquor he'd made sure she had in her liquor cabinet. She watched his large form as he maneuvered the glasses and the ice and thought about the fact that no matter how expensive his suits were, he never looked quite right in them. He'd been going on and on in a jolly expansive-mood ever since he arrived, telling her in considerable detail about what he and his buddy Don had done to his ex-wife Dorothy. She tried to listen with a perfectly natural expression, but inwardly, she was appalled. She remembered Don well, though, and she mused, as Nick belted back another martini, still chuckling to himself over Dorothy. Rosalie only hoped that Dorothy had managed to get a few moments of genuine pleasure from Don, the way she herself had the night Nick had brought him over to "play" with her.

Rosalie took the frosty glass that Nick poured for her, and reclining back against the pink silk pillows in her brand new snake print lounging pajamas, she tried to think about something pleasant, like a movie she'd seen about Italy. She longed to go there one day… and with customary optimism, she told herself that one day she would, meanwhile, she could imagine what it would be like… the fountains, the handsome Italian men… It would be wonderful, she knew.

As Nick sat down beside her, she was annoyed to have her revery broken by Nick's pronouncement before he reached for her.

"Next on the agenda is that little thirteen year old bitch Lee… that'll be harder… but worth the effort!"

Lee tip-toed into her Aunt Dot's room before leaving for school on Monday morning. She wanted to ask her if she'd like a cup of coffee. But she saw that Dorothy was sleeping so soundly that she decided not to awaken her. Evidently, she had had a restless evening, the young girl surmised, tossing and turning, judging from the way the bed looked! Poor Aunt Dot needed her sleep, she thought, as she closed the door. She herself had slept very well. After a short conference with Joe about their future plans, they had indulged in a brief, but thoroughly satisfying love-making, trying out a new position for them in which Joe sat on a chair while his 13 year old cousin sat upon his young virile penis. She remembered it now with pleasure as she caught up with him at the front door and the two of them headed toward the bus stop where they caught the bus together for school. They had decided to go along with Aunt Dot's request that they be like a normal family from now on. For the moment at least that was fine with them… they still had each other at least. But Joe and Lee knew deep down that one day in the not distant future Aunt Dot would come around to their way of thinking again… and Daddy too, if they were lucky!

"See you later, Aunt Dot," Lee called.

Dorothy looked up from the television set, her pretty features a little more drawn than usual. It had been three days now, and they had heard nothing from Art… not a word. In spite of the children's optimism about his return, she couldn't help worrying… and in addition, she had the added burden of her clandestine rape by her ex-husband and his friend, if you could call it that… a few nights before. She felt desperately alone and vulnerable. It was disturbing to realize that she could so wantonly respond to such a brutal and terrifying an act as the one Nick had perpetrated. But she struggled valiantly to keep it from the kids… she only wished that Art would come back… somehow it seemed as though everything would be all right, if only he were there to protect her from herself!

"Where are you going, Lee?" she asked absent-mindedly.

"Scout meeting…" Lee replied, adjusting her uniform in front of the hall mirror.

"Well… do you want to be picked up after?" Dorothy asked, noting that it was already dark outside.

"Naw… I'll walk… and maybe I'll stop by Ginger's house if that's OK."

"Why certainly, that's fine…" Dorothy said, cheering a little. She wanted to encourage Lee to be with little friends her own age… that way perhaps she could forget the precocious ways she had somehow fallen into. "Yes, that seems very nice…" she repeated.

"Okay…" Lee called, slipping out the door, "see you!" Dorothy turned back to the T.V. with a sigh.

Nick waited until he saw all the little girls leaving the Girl Scout meeting, and then he watched with great interest from his car as Lee and another girl separated from the group and walked along together. A few moments later, he was pleased to see that the other little girl turned the corner, and Lee continued walking alone in the direction of home. Gleefully, he started the car and slowly rolled down the street after her. At Rosalie's earlier, he had had three of his special boilermakers… and he was feeling no pain. He had seen from the newspaper clipping about the scout meeting, and just where and when they were held, and he'd been prepared to wait outside of many of them before getting a chance to see Lee. But it looked like he was in luck the first night! All he wanted to do was caress her a little, he told himself… he wouldn't do anything to hurt her… that would be dangerous. But he knew that once he got her alone he would get her to admit that she had deliberately trapped him into the little scene they'd had a few months ago just before her father came crashing through the door.

With a sudden burst of speed he pulled up directly in front of her… opening the door swiftly, he blocked off the sidewalk before her, and before she could even scream, he gathered her bodily into the car.

"Hi, honey!" he said breathlessly… working his way back behind the wheel…

"Uncle Nick!" Lee cried. "What on earth are you doing? Do you think you're in a gangster movie or something?" Lee's mind was working quickly. She was terrified, but she knew instinctively that it would be better to play it cool… Her uncle had already started up the car so fast that there was no way to jump out without being seriously hurt. Cautiously she glanced at him and saw that he had been drinking. Her heart pounded as she saw that they were headed away from her house, out toward where he and Aunt Dot used to lived. Valiantly, she told herself that she had gotten around Uncle Nick before by using her wits, and that she would hopefully be able to do it again. The last time, she had set about to deliberately seduce him when she knew that Daddy was coming home, just to precipitate Daddy's marrying Aunt Dot. But then, she and Joe had thought the whole thing out carefully. This time, she realized, she was at a decided disadvantage, and obviously Uncle Nick was the one who had been doing the thinking.

She tried not to show her fear though, realizing that that was just what Uncle Nick wanted, and when they pulled into the spacious driveway leading up to the big house, she suppressed a shiver of terror. The house was white and colonial in style, and quite cheerful during the day, but at night, without a single light on inside, and under the circumstances she found herself in, it looked distinctly ominous to young Lee. She hugged her short wool coat around her Girl Scout uniform, and wished with all her might that she hadn't gone to the meeting that night!