Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

The long drive down from Frisco had tired him more than he'd thought. Now, totally relaxed, he wanted nothing but sleep. If the girl stayed, there'd be more sex. Funny, but he didn't want her to stay. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he wanted to sack out alone. He didn't want a stranger hi bed with him when he woke up in the morning, not that she hadn't been damned good.

He sighed and sat up, reaching for a cigarette and finding none on the nightstand. He got up and picked up his clothes where he'd dropped them and found a pack in his pocket, and lit one.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and waiting for her. He smiled. She was still naked, holding a towel in front of her that only partially covered her huge tits and thatched cunt. She looked surprised as hell when she saw him dressed.

"I'll drive you home," he said.

"I thought-" Dawn gaped at him.: Just like that, he was finished with her. No explanation, no consultation. Fury filled her. The bastard! Without a word, she pulled on her clothes while he smoked his cigarette. She didn't trust herself to talk, even to ask him a question. She was ready to strike out at him, slap him, try to hurt him back, but she knew she was no match for him. She opened her purse and found a comb and lipstick and repaired her face quickly. Then she whirled to face him. He was sitting with his eyes half-closed, relaxed and self-satisfied. The dirty fucking bastard.

"Never mind the ride," she said angrily. "I'll take a cab." With that she turned and pulled the door open and went out, closing it firmly behind her. She heard his quick rush of motion toward it, and she darted down the hall, sliding into the stairway instead of waiting for the elevator. She thought she heard him call her, but she was too mad to stop- or to see him again.

Rotten bastard. He was like all the rest.

In spite of feeling lousy about the girl, Jeff slept well. The sun was already chipping away at the smog when he woke in the morning and rolled out of bed. He showered and shaved, then dressed and threw his clothes into the suitcase, snapping it shut and carrying it with him when her went down to breakfast.

What the hell had the girl figured? What had made her so mad? Women…

He ate in the hotel coffee shop, then tossed his bag into the back of the Chevy the garage attendant brought around. It would take him half an hour to drive to his sister's house. He should have called her last night, except he knew she'd insist he come right out; and he hadn't felt up to the questions and answers that would entail. Edythe was a good kid, but she could never forget that she was "big sister," a role that she'd been playing since they were kids. She was forty-eight now to his forty-five, and even though he hadn't seen her for seven years, he knew she'd still have all kinds of remedies for whatever ailed him. She'd want to throw him into an active social life, fill his hours to take his mind off his troubles.

Maybe that wasn't so bad. Maybe it was even the reason, or part of it, that he'd called her and told her he wanted to come down for a few weeks. He needed a change of pace, he needed to get his mind off his troubles and get back in the swing of things. Like he'd needed that girl last night.

Edythe had married a man almost twenty years older than herself. Larry Sommerfield was a broker, and he was rich. Plenty of bucks, enough for a big house in the hills above the city, one of those canyon places with plenty of privacy and room for a tennis court and pool. Edythe and Larry had three kids, all girls. The twins were fifteen and the younger girl twelve. They'd been-babies the last time he'd seen them. All cute kids, but kids nevertheless. He hoped Edythe had gotten around to the motherly task of teaching-them how to behave. On Jeff's last visit, all three of them had been brats he could have cheerfully dropped into the pool.

The street hadn't changed at all except that the trees were bigger, the hedges thicker. All the houses were set far back from the road that wound and curved under an arch of greenery. Many of them were bordered by fences or high brick walls under lush ivy covers. It was a quiet residential street that smelled like money.

He turned his Chevy into the long, sloping drive that led to Edythe's house. The house was set on a knoll overlooking the street and valley below, unseen from any angle. It was a prime piece of property that Larry Sommerfield had bought during the Depression when he was first starting out in business. He'd held onto it and watched it double its worth a hundred times over, and when he'd married Edythe, they'd built a French chateau type house on it in which to raise their family.

Jeff always felt as if he was visiting royalty when he arrived at the front door. He parked the car under the huge carport and climbed out, leaving the suitcase until later. It made him feel like a peddler to arrive with it in hand. Edythe always chided him that he should leave such things to her servants.

He rang the doorbell, and was surprised at the lengthy wait before the door opened. Then it was not the solemn-faced maid he expected but an incredibly lovely girl with rich blonde hair and startling blue eyes. She stared at him frankly, her red lips slightly parted.and moist. She was wearing a very brief halter and skintight shorts. Her bare shoulders and arms seemed to emphasize the hard swell of her young breasts against the thin cloth, and he could see the tips of her nipples outlined at the peaks.

His gut churned with sudden heat. Christ, she was gorgeous, and he'd be horny in a goddam hurry if she kept looking at him that way.

"Hi," he said. It was hard to get the word out past his dry tongue.

"Hi." She ran a pink tongue over her lips and waited for him to speak again.

"I-I'm Jeff Clausen, Edythe Sommerfield's brother." Was this a servant taking advantage of Edythe's absence to dress so casually, or maybe even to entertain a friend inside?

For a long moment the girl stared at him, then she smiled. Her teeth were perfect and white, the smile downright inviting. "Uncle Jeff," she said.

That stunned him. "You're-"

She giggled, and suddenly seemed much younger than he'd thought her at first. "I'm Sally."

"Sally!" One of the twins? But they were kids. He shook his head. "I don't believe it."

"Well, I am." She pulled the door open and stepped back, half leaning on it and thrusting the ripe young tits out hard. "It's been a long tune since you've seen me. I guess I've grown up some."

He stepped inside. The house was cool and the hall dim. He was glad that the filtered light hid the flush of his cheeks. "I'll say you did. My God! How old are you now?" Maybe he was wrong about the ages. Time went fast.

She shrugged slightly and the young breasts jiggled under the halter. He forced his eyes away and back to her face, but she had noticed his quick glance. The smile on her lips curved sensuously.

"Fifteen. Most people think I'm older."

"Yeah, I'll bet."

That made her laugh again, and she grabbed his hand. "You're going to stay awhile, aren't you?"

"If your mother will let me."

She snorted. "Mom doesn't care. What the hell, she's hardly ever around. I think she's screwing some guy and it keeps her plenty busy."

It shocked Jeff to hear this child talk that way about her mother, his sister. Edythe had always been so straight-laced. Maybe the kid was putting him on. He glanced at her sidelong but her face was serious. She was pulling him through the house.

"Come on, let's go out back by the pool. I was just having a Coke. You want one?"

"No, no thanks." He let her pull him along, and" he watched her tight jiggling ass under the shorts. If the pants were any shorter, her whole crotch would be exposed, and if they were any tighter, she wouldn't be able to move. As it was, they looked like they'd been poured on. He found his mouth had gone dry and it was hard to swallow.