Eric Courtney - The married sister

Hands on her hips, the girl gyrated in time to the building music, looking down at Lee and Gail and slowly licking her lips as her hips rotated. As the music grew wilder, the girl began shaking her shoulders, making her breasts quiver in a lascivious way and her hands slid down to cup around her groin, to feel the air as if she were caressing an invisible penis and to jut her hips out in a lewd invitation. Gail's mouth fell open as she looked up at the girl dancing and saw the swelling lips of her vagina beginning to ever-so-slightly part as she danced on.

My God, Gail thought, she's getting herself really aroused!

She had never seen a woman do this before in private, let alone in public. The music became more frantic, louder, and the girl became more abandoned in her dancing, doing deep bends and leaning over and wiggling her buttocks invitingly, her breasts moving in a tantalizing way. It dawned on Gail that the girl was actually dancing a sex act – the woman's half of the sex act – right in front of everyone. The music grew wilder and the girl's hair lashed around as she threw her head back and spread her legs, a look of ecstasy on her face as her hips undulated and she spread her legs wider and Gail could clearly see the narrow glistening slit of her naked cunt.

Everyone could see. Gail's head was going around as she watched, not even conscious that their drinks had been served and that she was gulping at it. Her heart was pounding and every nerve in her body, so long quiet, was now hammering at her being. The natural thought came into her mind: what must it be like to do that?

And the answer, with a force and fury that amazed her, told her it would be exciting. The girl in front of them, totally naked, her eyes half closed, her mouth open and her lips wet, her body writhing, moving sensuously to the wild music, was obviously enjoying every minute of it.

The music stopped and the girl forced herself to stop too. She pulled her dress on, breathing hard, looking down at Lee with a strange searching look on her face. Gail looked at him and saw that lopsided little enigmatic grin on his face. Still looking at him, the girl slipped off behind a partition.

"Wow, she was all right. You like that? You sure know how to pick the places, babe," Lee said, flicking his fingers to order another round of drinks.

Gail put one hand to her face, shielding it from the rest of the bar. "I've never seen anything like that before in my whole life. I never dreamed! She didn't have anything on!"

"That's right. Groovy. Nothing like getting down to the old nitty-gritty."

"Is that legal? I mean, supposing the police raid this place?"

Lee's expression of disgust came again. "Sister, I gotta say this. You are square. Don't you know what's been happening? Where have you been since you left home? The law can't do a thing. Their hands are tied. It had something to do with the Supreme Court. They can't touch an operation like this. It's art, baby!"

They were served their drinks and Gail gulped again. She was still astounded and excited. She felt the urge to squirm against the hot throbbing and moistness she felt down between her legs. The sheer brazen audacity of it all numbed her except for a strangely rising sexual response that she couldn't control.

And her younger brother, sitting across from her with that inscrutable sardonic smile, watching her with those cold attentive eyes. Lee, so wild and unpredictable, so young and so handsome. Lee, toying with his drink and grinning. "Let's go home."

Gail caught her breath and looked around. "We just got here."

"I wanna go. I wanna talk to you."

The tone of his voice had sent a warning bell ringing in her mind. But the alcohol, the dancing girl, her own thwarted desire over-rode the sound. He was after all, her brother. "Okay."

In the car again, they drove saying little, Gail driving with Lee staring moodily out the passenger side window. Back in the apartment, Lee sprawled on the couch and looked up at his sister, that ironic smile coming back. "What do you like?"

Gail was genuinely puzzled. "What do I like?"

"Yeah, what turns you on in bed? What kind of sex do you like?"

Gail was visibly jarred by the question and she had skipped a beat before laughing and saying, with a wave of the hand, "Oh, lots of things. Want a drink?"

Lee got up. "No, I got something better." He went to the closet and got out his sleeping bag. Not looking at her, he asked, "Ever make it with more than one guy? Ever try a threesome?"

Gail felt her body tingle. "What?"

Lee appeared a bit weary. "Ever ball two guys at the same time?"

Gail again visibly reacted as the image of Rod, herself, and a faceless man whipped into her mind. It was so exciting and depraved, she couldn't allow herself to think about it. "I… I don't think that's any of your business," she said, turning to the bar Rod had built before leaving and pouring herself a drink.

"Okay," Lee said, ambling back to the couch with some cigarette papers in his hand and a little pouch dangling from one finger.

"What's that?" Gail asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"Grass," Lee said casually.

Gail set her drink down firmly on the bar. "No," she said in a firm tight voice. All of a sudden, she was feeling a dislike for her brother.

Lee grinned at her as he measured out the green dried weeds. "Come on. Mean to say you've never tried it?"

"No." Gail stood in front of him. "Lee, I won't have that kind of stuff in my house."

"Huh?"

"I mean it and I'm ashamed of you, doing a thing like that. Shame on you."

Lee looked at her for a minute before bursting out in incredulous laughter. "You really mean it. You're not putting me on? You really mean it, this is no put-on?"

"Yes."

"Well that sure puts a tail on the dog. You've never tried this?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Rod has."

Again, his calmness, his laughing face, and his ability to change pace threw her. "How do you know?"

Again, Lee laughed. "Hell, he's in Vietnam."

Gail's face clouded. It was true, there had been articles in the papers about pot smoking among the troops. "You're only guessing," she said defiantly.

He shook his head. "I know Rod."

"That's no reason for me to try it," she said, walking back to her drink.

"There's every reason in the world for you to try it."

Again, Gail was puzzled by her brother. "What do you mean by that?"

Now, looking back, Gail could see that was the wrong question to ask. Had she insisted he get rid of the stuff, the ensuing argument might never have happened and the whole evening might have been different.

Lee had answered her question, had talked long about "grass" and had played on her doubts and fears, gradually boxing her in until Gail, feeling she was insane, feeling that she was doing something sinful and depraved, agreed to take "just one puff". She did it, holding her breath as long as she could, then exhaled. "I don't feel a thing."

Lee had smiled secretly. "Wait," was all he would say.

Having taken one puff and felt nothing, it didn't seem so terribly dangerous to take another. And a third. Fourth. She took so many puffs, she lost track of how many drags she had. In fact, she seemed to have lost track of time itself. There was so much she suddenly couldn't account for. They were sitting on the floor with drinks in front of them and music was playing on the radio and had been playing for a long time. She was smoking a cigarette and watching, with a glazed absorption, the thick gray smoke curling up in the air. It seemed that she had been watching the smoke all night.

"I have."

Lee's quiet voice made her jump. She tried to focus on him. "What?" she asked, her voice thick and slurring.

"I've balled two chicks at the same time."