Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

"Come on, mumsie, beddie-bye time." She sounded like a patient nurse talking to a child. She grinned at Jeff and left him standing in the hall with Sue.

"Your mother's wound up," Jeff said.

Sue pretended to accept the lie and went into the rumpus room, flopping into a big chair and staring out at the pool.

Jeff stood behind her. "You got problems, Sue?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Can I help?"

She looked up so suddenly he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. Her face was pale in the dim light. They hadn't turned on a light in the room and the only illumination was the light that spilled in from the hall and the glow of the lit pool reflecting outside. Looking out the window, Jeff was dazzled by the view of the city below the hilltop. The day had been hazy enough so he hadn't noticed it this afternoon. Maybe he'd been too busy with other things. Now he walked to the glass and stared out.

"I don't mean to pry," he said, turning to look at Sue again. "I just thought you might need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bend."

She twined her fingers in her lap and shook her head. "Thanks, but there's nothing anyone can do."

"Nothing?" His voice was soft.

She hesitated, then said, "Nothing." It sounded so helpless and so hopeless, it stirred something deep inside Jeff. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't know how.

"Well," he said, "I've had a busy day. Think I'll turn in." It was well after midnight and he was tired.

"Goodnight, Uncle Jeff, and thanks anyway."

"Anytime, Sue. Goodnight."

Upstairs, undressed and in bed, he found he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the events of the day, and about Sally's eagerness and willingness in sex matters. More, he thought about his own enjoyment. Where did he go from here?

He found himself straining and listening to tiny sounds in the unfamiliar surroundings. Was he hoping for Sally to come to his room? Christ, no! Not with Edythe right down the hall and not knowing when Larry might walk in. No way.

Then there was a step, he was sure of it. He lifted his head and listened, tense. Nothing. Imagination, or someone passing the door. The house settled down to silence again… He turned over and blanked his mind, willing himself to sleep.

He wasn't sure how much later it was when he came awake with a start. Something had disturbed him. What? He sat up as he heard it again. There was someone in the hall outside his door, someone who had stopped and was listening as he was listening. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the door. He was sure he could hear someone breathing. He put his hand to the knob and turned, pulling the door inward quickly.

The girl jumped back, hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. The hall was dark, and Jeff had only an impression of the long pale hair and the wide eyes.

"Sally?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. Crazy kid!

He closed the door, and the girl huddled against the wall almost as though she were frightened.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" He broke off, suddenly aware of something wrong.

"It's not Sally, it's Sue," she whispered.

"My God!" It was his turn to be confused. He was suddenly aware of his nudity, even though the room was dark and he was sure the child couldn't discern his lack of clothes.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Jeff, I didn't mean to wake you. That is, I-" She buried her face in her hands and began to sob silently. He moved to her and touched her hair.

His whole body felt her warmth, and his pulse raced. He put his arms around her and held her close, petting her hair and stilling her sobs. His naked chest was wet with her tears.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. Come on and sit down." He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. His arm was still about her and she seemed reluctant to let it go. Jeff was thankful for the darkness so she couldn't see his nudity or his confusion. He wanted to help the kid, and his desire to be a good listener was in fierce competition with his male needs. The girl was wearing a skimpy nightgown, one of those shortie things that barely covered her ass. He could feel her warm thigh, naked flesh, against his and it made him nervous and aroused desire.

"Tell me about it." He whispered very low, terrified that their voices or her sobs might carry to one of the other rooms along the hall. Christ, that was all he needed, to have his sister or her husband come in to find out what was the matter and catch him naked with the kid. He'd have one hell of a time explaining.

She sniffled, and he managed to reach to a box of tissues on the bedside table and pull one for her. She wiped her nose and eyes and lifted her head.

"Oh, Uncle Jeff, I'm so miserable!"

"It can't be that bad. Tell me about it."

She sat up, dropping her hand. One arm brushed over his genitals and Jeff felt like he'd been swept by a brushfire. He gritted his teeth and tightened his groin muscles against the threatening excitement.

Sue's body seemed to tremble and he heard her quick intake of breath. For a moment he thought she was going to pull away, but she didn't. "It's Turner, the boy you met this afternoon."

"What about him?" He wasn't sure he'd be able to advise anyone on matters of the heart.

"He-"

"Go on, Sue, tell me. You'll feel a lot better after you do. Besides, I can't give any advice until I know the problem."

She sighed. "He wants to do things I'm not sure I should let him do." Her voice was barely a flutter in the still room.

Jeff's heart pounded so loud he thought the sound filled the room. "What kind of things?" He couldn't forget what Sally had said about the young, eager lover boy who, wanted to play around.

She shivered and huddled her arms across her chest. In the very vague grayness from the windows, he could make out her form and a pale blur of her features. She seemed to be staring down at his body, but it might be his own imagination.

"He wants to touch me, you know-sex."

Jeff's breath was a tight coil in his chest. His sex organs were beginning to stir and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Did he want to?

The words seemed to stick in his throat and he had trouble getting them out. "That's pretty normal for a boy his age, I'd say."

"But I can't-"

Jeff slipped his arm around her body and squeezed her gently. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. Every girl has to make that decision for herself. Why don't you talk to your mother, or to Sally?"

"Mom's-" She shook her head. "I can't talk to her at all. And Sally says I'm a prude. She says let him do whatever he wants or else how the hell am I gonna find out anything."

Jeff smiled in the darkness. It sounded like Sally, and maybe the advice wasn't so bad after all. "You have to decide, Sue. You're going to give in to some guy some day. You get to do the choosing."

She moved slightly, and her hand was on his thigh. Her fingers felt like white-hot steel resting on his flesh. His leg muscles hardened and his penis jerked slightly as it began to come to life. He tightened his hold at her waist, moving his hand slowly and feeling the soft curve of her young tit.

"I think I'd rather learn from someone who knows what he's doing," Sue said in a hoarse whisper. "Turner fumbles so, it worries me that maybe it wouldn't be any fun when he does it."

"Does what?" Jeff was prodding, wanting to hear her talk. His excitement was growing steadily now and he didn't want to let her go.

"You know."

"Tell me."

"Oh, play around or maybe even go all the way."

The room was silent except for the pounding of Jeff's heart and the slight flutter of the child's breath. He was holding his own breath, unable to control the rising lust in his body. He moved his hand again and let it curl over the small mound of her breast. She didn't pull away.