Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

"Holy Christ!"

She was already off the bed, running for the door and snatching up the beach towel she'd dropped. "Start the shower running," she told him. No one will wonder why you don't come out then!"

"What about you!?" He could seethe thick sludge of his come and her cunt juice running between her thighs. She dabbed at it with the towel.

"Don't worry, I'll be all right. I'll tell them you wanted to clean up after your trip."

She was gone then, pulling the door shut behind her and running swiftly down the hall toward her own room.

Jeff forced himself to move, running into the blue and purple bathroom and reaching to turn on the water taps in the tiled shower. He remembered the door, and he ran back to lock it. He listened for a second but there was no sound in the hall on the other side. Had she gotten to her room before whoever it was came in downstairs? Would anyone -be able to look up the stairs and.see her? He was sweating and he felt cold suddenly. Suppose someone had already entered the house and was on hand to see the naked, disheveled girl run from his bedroom? God!

Under the shower, he closed his eyes and stood for a long time letting the needle spray wash over him. He'd played a dangerous game, and it had to come to an abrupt halt. He was trapped now, if that was Edythe who'd just come home. There'd be no way of running out and he knew she wouldn't accept any hastily concocted story about his leaving so soon after he arrived. He'd have to stay, a couple of days at least; but one thing sure, he had to stay away from that crazy kid! He'd wind up with more problems than he could handle if he didn't.

He grabbed the soap and began to lather his body.

Sally ducked into her bedroom and made straight for the bathroom. She had to get herself cleaned up before she saw anyone. Who the hell was back,at this hour? Everyone had said they had plans for the entire day. Jeez, suppose it had been a few minutes sooner? They could have been caught right in the middle of humping! Of course, she'd locked the door so no one could have gotten in, but it would be enough to stand outside and listen to those sounds of joy. Sally knew she'd been making plenty of them!

She scrubbed at her vagina with a washcloth, not daring to take time to shower lest it raise some suspicion. She grabbed a swim suit from her dresser and pulled it on, then hurried downstairs.

Her mother was in the rumpus room, a tall cool drink in her hand. "Hi, darling, going swimming?"

"Yeah. How come you're home so early? I thought you were gone for the day?"

Edythe shrugged. "Change of plans."

She said it with a trace of annoyance, and Sally wondered if her boyfriend had stood her up. Sally was positive her mother was fooling around with some young guy. Not that it mattered. God knew daddy had been doing it for years; and Mr. and Mrs. Larry Sommerfield no longer slept in the same bedroom. They got together once in awhile for fun and games, but they seemed to enjoy extra bed activities more than each other. Sally knew that for a fact.

"Uncle Jeff arrived."

"Oh! So that's whose car it is. Where is he?"

"Upstairs. I heard the shower. Maybe he'll go swimming with me."

Edythe shrugged. "Run along darling."

Sally exited quickly, spotting her halter and shorts on the ground and quickly ducking them under the chair cushion. Had mom seen them? Probably not; she'd barely had time to fix herself that drink before.Sally got down. Even if she had noticed, she wouldn't have realized what the garments were or figured out why they might be there.

Sally dove into the pool and swam a couple of quick laps, then pulled herself up and lay hi the sun again. Her heart was pounding, and not from the exercise, at least not the exercise she'd just had hi the pool. She closed her eyes and stared at the red of her lids, thinking about him. Mmm, what a hunk of man! She had the feeling maybe they'd play lots of fun games together.

Thinking about the feel of that big prick in her gave her goosebumps. She did prefer older men, just like she'd told him. She liked nice big cocks in her cunt or mouth or hand. The boys from school were okay, but some of them fumbled around and didn't really know how to satisfy her. Most of them banged and came so fast she was just working up a head of steam.

Jeff had been the best ever, no kidding. She wondered if she should tell him that. Maybe some time.

Jeff dressed in clean slacks and a sport shirt when he came out of the shower and dried himself. He combed his graying hair in front of the dresser mirror, studying his face in the glass as though seeing it for the first time. He actually looked relaxed. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes or expression. Hell, he looked better than he had for a long time, since Rhoda had walked out. Sex, that was what did it. He'd finally found himself again and was enjoying sex.

Christ, the kid! No more of that stuff, no matter how good it was and how much he liked it.

He took time to straighten the bed and pull the spread over the sheets. Then he went downstairs. He found his sister in the rumpus room, drinking a Tom Coffins.

"Darling," she said, coming toward him and hugging him quickly. "Sorry I wasn't here when you came. You should have let me know what time you'd be in. Have you eaten? How have you been?" She rushed a barrage of questions, not waiting for any answers, not really expecting any.

She hadn't changed, and Jeff let her babble. Yet there was something different about her, he could see it in the way she looked distracted, almost bored, and maybe a little angry. What was it Sally had said? That Edythe was screwing some guy and it kept her busy. Just the smart remark of a kid, or was there truth to it somewhere?

He answered Edythe's questions when she prodded about the divorce, but even on that subject she seemed less inclined to dig deeply than he'd expected. She had changed. She told him to fix himself a drink and to make another for her. Behind the bar, he had a full view of the pool and the lounge chair on which Sally was sunning. She'd donned some skimpy suit-that barely contained her budding breasts and covered her triangle of pubic hair, and she looked like a bronzed sun goddess lying there. He had to force Himself to look away.

Edythe hadn't noticed. She'd had several drinks, he could tell. She had a slight glow on, and she was chattering a mile a minute. Something about the other children-he hadn't been listening carefully. No matter how hard he tried to avoid looking at the child beyond the window, he could not. He wasn't thinking of her as a child, though, but as a woman, a hot, loving, fucking woman.

Did Edythe know about her daughter's non-virgin status?

"If you'd given me more warning-"

"Sorry, Edie, what was that?"

She sighed. "I said I would have arranged for the maid to take her vacation some other time. Lord, I've tried to get someone else to come in for the week but it's impossible."

His thoughts caught up with her. Apparently her maid had the week off and Edythe was trying to" cope. He'd wondered where the servant was; it was comforting to know she wasn't around to snoop on household members' activities.

Beyond the window, Sally stretched and got to her feet in a smooth movement that reminded Jeff of a cat. She stretched again, showing off her taut young figure for his eyes. She didn't glance toward the house but he knew that she was very aware of his presence and his eyes on her.

"I have another date this afternoon. I wish I could cancel out but they're depending on me," Edythe was saying. Jeff turned to her and forced a smile. "The Woman's Club-"

He nodded. "Hey, sure. You know I don't want you to overturn your daily routine for me. Hell, I appreciate just being able to come down for awhile and get my head on straight."