Penny Driscoll - Sister_s husband

"Where are you going tonight, Ginnie?" The seventeen year-old girl whirled around, immediately shaping her features to a far more innocent expression than the one she'd had on her face while looking at herself in the mirror and thinking about her plans for Jim. Her father's booming voice had just about frightened her out of her wits, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"Oh… Daddy… you scared me… I'm going over to Betty's house to study. We've got a big test tomorrow, and I want to be up on it!"

"Well, you be sure and leave Betty's number right on the hall table, and don't you stay out all hours again!" Steve Reordon angrily tore his eyes away from his all-too-nubile young daughter. "And just answer me this… why do you have to be half naked to go to study at a friend's house?"

"Oh… Daddy… really… All the kids are dressing like this… You're so old fashioned!"

"Well, you may think I'm square, but when I was a boy, when a girl dressed to show her body it meant only one thing…"

"Daddy!" Ginnie pouted, a hurt expression crossing her features. "First of all the word square isn't used anymore, Daddy… and do you honestly think I'm one of those girls?"

Embarrassed by his own outburst, Steve retreated from his daughter's door. "Never you mind, young lady… you just watch your step. I don't want you getting into any trouble. I've got enough problems as it is!"

The door closed behind him, and Ginnie looked around for something to throw… She found a soft slipper and threw it against a wall that she was certain would not show any marks.

"Don't want you getting in any trouble…" she mimicked. Well, he did not have to worry about that… she was not about to get pregnant… not with the pills she took. Someone had said that they were bad for you, but she didn't really believe it. They had made her tender teenaged little breasts swell to even more beautiful proportions for one thing, and she could do whatever she wanted to without worrying about the necessity of telling her parents someday that she was pregnant. And there were plenty of things that Ginnie wanted to do. Not only that, she'd been doing them since she was 14, when Eddie Berman had screwed her silly in the back of his old Nash. She'd practically asked him to do it anyway, and it had hurt a little, but not enough to make her not want to do it again. In fact, Ginnie had quite a reputation at Granger High… but she didn't care what anybody thought or said about her. She considered herself better than any of them and smarter than most of them, and she would show them one day what she was worth.

"And Jim Carroll's going to help me!" she said out loud as she turned out her light and opened the door of her room. She moved quickly down the hall, pausing to write down a phone number at the hall table, and to pick up a couple of her school books. There were three "Bettys" that Ginnie ran around with, and she also knew that neither her mother or her father would remember any of their last names. It was all so stupid! She was glad that soon she would be able to leave the broken-down house that bordered on the better neighborhoods. Soon she would be living in a house like Jim and Kay Carroll's… Only then the house would be referred to as Jim and Ginnie Carroll's.

"Going out, dear?" Ginnie turned from the front door, which she had already opened. Her mother was coming toward her, her faded and sad face looking worried. Ginnie paused. She had hoped to get out of the house without seeing her mother at all.

"Yeah, ma… going to study… big test tomorrow." Ginnie waited.

"Oh, I see… well… take care, darling. I'm glad you're wearing your warm coat… it's getting colder."

Ginnie was positive that her mother knew just what she was doing… or at least she had a good idea. Once she'd overheard a conversation between her father and mother, during which her father had said, "I don't know, Ida… I think you'd better talk to that girl. She's running around like a cat in heat… and all these boys, coming around… sniffing after her…!"

"She'll be all right, Steve… She's a smart girl… she won't let anybody harm her. She's got brains at least… More than I had, that's for sure!"

It was really the only time that Ginnie had ever heard her mother saying anything cynical, and she knew what the older woman meant. By snooping in her parent's room and going through her mother's dresser, Ginnie had discovered that her mother was already six months pregnant when she got married… pregnant with her!

Ginnie rapidly bent to kiss her mother and went out the door. Yes… she was a good deal smarter than her mother… she would never marry a loser like her father… and a man that she didn't love to boot! As far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling few minutes in his office had told her that she really and truly did love him!

The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned her long coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of her stylishly outfitted body.

She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15. It wasn't going to be a terribly late evening… just intense, and Ginnie knew that when Jim arrived and saw just exactly who was there, that he'd stay.

Winthrop Morgan, the tall, graying, handsome 55 year-old president and chairman of the board of State National Trust… the only other bank in Granger… opened the door and welcomed Ginnie.

"Hi there, sweetie… Come right in. All alone tonight?"

"No… I'm being met… by someone who will be arriving shortly."

Morgan was already taking off Ginnie's coat, and the teenager could feel his warmly appreciative eyes on the tightness of her shorts, right there where her rounded little buttocks were so nicely cleft.

He whistled approvingly, and Ginnie remembered that the surprisingly agile banker liked to have his cock sucked more than anything else in the world. She had done that for him, and very well too, the last time she had come to his house, and she knew that he had not forgotten.

"Uh… about your guest… you do remember the House Rules?"

Ginnie smiled sweetly at Winthrop Morgan. "Of course I remember… no need for worry… this is a very discreet person."

Morgan didn't really care all that much. He wasn't worried about his reputation… it would take more than just hearsay to ruin him in this town. His name was too big, and his family had been too influential for too many years. The only thing that really mattered to him was that little Ginnie Reordon had come. The last time she'd been there, she had brought along a girl friend, and Morgan liked that. The more young blood he had at his parties the better! He was temporarily a bachelor, and he was making the most of it. Life was, after all, very short. And he intended to make his full of rich and meaningful memories.

"Well… there'll be no need for masks tonight, even though you are bringing in someone new, Ginnie. There'll be just a few people anyway. Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy… and you know how they tend to get caught up in each other… that leaves just you and me… and your friend, of course… Is it the same little girl you brought with you the last time… Sally?" Morgan hoped so. Already his dormant cock was stirring at the thought of him having the two of them… like little woodland nymphs sucking and licking at him while he played with their tight little pussies.

"No… as a matter of fact… it's a man!"

Morgan smiled woodenly. "Oh? Well, that certainly changed a few daydreams I was having." He looked disappointed, then shrugged his acceptance. "But any friend of yours is a friend of mine… Come on let's have a drink!"

Jim drove around the block one more time. He'd already spotted the house on Turnabout Lane, and was trying to figure out what was so familiar about the address. Ginnie had said that a good friend of hers lived there, and that they would have a chance to… as she put it… "turn each other on…" He blushed to himself now as he pulled up in front of the house. A grown man chasing after that little slip of a girl as though she really mattered to him! But in a way, Ginnie did matter to him. She seemed to matter to his whole image of himself as a man, and she had already inflamed him to such an extent that he wouldn't rest until he'd had her. He wanted to feel those long legs of hers around his neck just one time before he slammed his long hard cock into her.