Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

She was crying and laughing, no longer able to control the rampant emotional struggle in her young body. Then he was holding her tight, caressing her and soothing her.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay."

She tried to gulp down her tears and still her sobs.

"You okay, Sally?"

She nodded, still unable to talk. She looked at him and he brushed away her tears.

"You sure?"

"Yes." She managed to gulp the word out.

He smiled then, rubbing her back and letting his hands move over her ass gently. "Just that good, huh?"

She nodded. Just that good. God, it had been super, the best ever.

Jeff hugged her head to his shoulder and just held her. It had been that good for him too. Half dazed, he thought about her. Four hours ago he hadn't known she existed, at least not as a fucking hot body. Now it seemed that he'd been waiting all his life just for her. Waiting for the kind of loving this kid was giving him. Yet there was no "love" involved, no woman-man emotional ties that brought with them the myriad problems that had ruined his marriage. It was pure sex, nothing more, yet it was considerably different and better than the type of pure sex he'd had with whores or pickups, like Dawn last night. Why? Because she was just a kid? He'd never considered screwing jail bait before. He'd heard about plenty of guys who liked it, but he'd always figured they were weirdos. Now here he was doing the same thing and loving it. He didn't consider himself a weirdo by any definition," yet he liked the baby pussy he'd just had. He liked it well enough to know that he wasn't going to run away from it, not when it was being handed to him on a silver platter this way.

He patted her ass. "You'd better go clean up," lie told her.

She sighed and lifted her head. She studied his face for a long time, then kissed him on the lips. "Sure, then I'll fix that lunch I promised you."

She climbed off, grabbing up the yellow scraps of swim suit and dashing to the half-bath off the rumpus room-before the thick sludge of his come could drip out of her. He smiled when she cupped her hand over her crotch to make sure none of the stuff dribbled on the carpet.

He stood up, forced his sticky cock back into his shorts, then zipped up. He washed his hands at the small sink behind the wet bar, then made himself a very strong drink. By the time she came out of the bathroom, dressed again in the bikini, he was ready to renew Ms drink. Then he followed her to the kitchen.

After a lunch of scrambled eggs and bacon, Jeff put on his swim suit and lay in the sun beside the pool. He felt completely relaxed and at peace. Funny, he'd been so damned uptight these past three months, and even before. Rhoda's leaving had turned his whole life upside down. Now he felt better than he had for a hell of a long time. He knew he was going to make it. It wasn't the end of the world just because his marriage blew. Hell, it was the beginning of a whole new world', one that promised to be much better than the old one.

Sally dozed in the sun, turning over from time to time and spreading her glistening flesh with suntan oil. Like himself, she seemed sated. He wondered what the hell was going on in her little mind. There were a million questions he'd like to ask her, like who'd been the first guy to take her cherry, or whether or not she'd had other men or just kids. She'd hinted that he hadn't been the first man. Who had?

None of your goddam business, Jeff Clausen, he told himself.

About four, they stirred and headed for the rumpus room for cold drinks. The sound of the front door opening made them turn.

Sally frowned and yelled, "Out here!"

A girl and a boy came into the room. The girl was smaller than Sally by an inch or two and not as well developed. Her hair was blonder and her eyes lighter, but the unmistakable resemblance in the „ faces told Jeff this was Sue, the twin.

The boy was tall and, lanky, gaunt faced and awkward. He said hi to Sally and looked at Jeff.

"This is Uncle Jeff, Sue. He got in from Frisco this morning.

"Hi." Her voice was low and slightly husky.

"Hello, Sue." Jeff turned to the boy and held out his hand. The boy looked, confused, then finally shook it.

"Turner Bukner," he mumbled.

"Glad to meet you, Turner," Jeff said, not glad at all but trying to pull off the meeting without embarrassment for any of them.

The boy mumbled something, then turned to Sue. "I gotta get home. See you tonight?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm busy."

"Tomorrow?"

She shrugged. "Call me."

Looking more confused than ever, the boy blushed and hurried from the room. Minutes later the sound of a car came in the driveway and faded quickly. He was gone.

Sally grinned at her sister. "What was that all about?"

She blushed. "Nothing, he's just-" She shot a sidelong glance at Jeff and he knew she was embarrassed to discuss her private affairs in front of him.

"Same old thing?" Sally asked.

Blushing even more furiously, Sue hurried from 'the room. Jeff heard her steps as she ran up the stairs, then the closing of a door. He looked at Sally.

"Something serious?"

She laughed. "No. Turner is a creep, all hands and no guts. He wants to play around with Sue and she won't let him. She's got some crazy kind of conscience or some dumb thing." Sally winked broadly. "Thank God we're not twins in that respect!"

Jeff had to laugh in spite of himself. He finished the drink he'd made for himself and then went up to shower and shave. The rest of tine family would be coming home soon, then dinner. He'd had enough sun for one day anyhow. His skin felt slightly hot and tight.

He found himself thinking about Sue while he showered. A virgin? More than likely, from Sally's remark about her conscience. How could two sisters, twins at that, be so different?

They were fraternal twins, not identical. Sue hadn't developed at the same rate as her sister, that was obvious. Smaller, less mature, yet on the verge of womanhood. Jeff had noticed the budding breasts under the sleek shirt, the widening hips tight in the shorts and the well curved legs. She would be a beauty when she was older, no doubt about it.

What would she look like without clothes?

Hey, man, cut it out. You sound like some kind of lecher. So you had a ball balling your niece but it was her idea, not yours, at least to start. This twin is shy and innocent. Forget it.

He tried, but he couldn't completely erase the thought from his mind. During dinner, at a plush restaurant in Beverly Hills, Jeff found his mind wandering from the conversation his sister tried to maintain. She come home from her afternoon date in a much better mood, pleased with herself, obviously. Jeff was convinced that Sally's remark about her mother having a lover was accurate. Edythe had the look of a woman satisfied in bed.

Larry had not put in an appearance, nor had the youngest daughter, Judy. Edythe offered the explanation that Judy was at camp, but she did not offer any for her husband's absence. She never mentioned him at all, and Jeff didn't ask. He had enough troubles of his own, and whatever was happening between her and Larry, it would never end in divorce. Edythe would put up with anything rather than give up her current life style.

Sally looked enchanting in dark jeans that clung to her curves like a lover's hand. Her blouse was tight enough to show she was braless, and Jeff couldn't keep his eyes off the delectable, bouncing, mammary flesh every time she moved.

In contrast, Sue looked childlike, a jacketed pantsuit covering her slight figure. She was quiet during the meal, answering questions that were directed at her but nothing more.

Edythe was getting bombed, drinking too many martinis before her dinner and too many brandies afterwards. By the tune Jeff drove them home in the big Mercedes, his sister was staggering. Sally grabbed her arm and helped her upstairs.