Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

Wanda poured herself a cup of coffee and shook three aspirin out of the bottle. She was going to watch Sally and Scott carefully to see if they had inherited any of George and Wilma's lewd habits. She'd squelch any nasty talk or dirty jokes in a hurry. Wanda just didn't see how her sister could stand living with George. He was always pinching her and making little off-color remarks, even when the children were present! Some men just never grow up. After seeing Wilma and George's marriage in action, Wanda was very thankful that she hadn't married. She could have been in a situation just like this if she hadn't come to her senses in time about her high school boyfriend, James Lewiston.

Wanda's hand shook as she picked up her cup of coffee. She didn't enjoy thinking about James, but the memories came flooding back even though she tried to block them out of her mind. She had been so young, only eighteen, and so much in love.

"Come on, Wanda," James had pleaded. "We'll have lots of fun. Your sister's going to be there, and it isn't like were going to be alone. Besides… you want to go along and keep your eye on Wilma, don't you? I thought your parents told you that you two girls had to go places together while they were gone."

"I… I guess I'll go," Wanda agreed hesitantly, thinking about what her mother and father would say if they knew she and Wilma had gone to an all-night party at George's parents' beach house. Of course they'd be even more upset if Wilma went without her. She supposed that she could go along, just to keep Wilma in line. Her older sister had a tendency to get pretty wild at parties sometimes and James had promised that there would be other people there. It wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong by going to a party. She just didn't like the idea of being out all night. That was something her parents never would have allowed if they'd been home this weekend.

"Oh, Wanda! You're a sweetheart!" Wilma giggled, squeezing her younger sister tightly. "I'm really glad you're coming along. James has been wanting to take you to a party for a long time now. I don't see why you're so afraid to be alone with him. James is a living doll, just like George!"

Wanda smiled even though her heart wasn't in it. George was definitely not a living doll in her book and she didn't think that James was either. She'd overheard some gossip about the two boys just the day before and it wasn't the sort of thing she'd repeat to her parents. Rumor had it that George and James had gone out drinking one night and they'd come home so drunk that their father had to drag them out of the car and put them both to bed. Wanda didn't really want to associate with a boy that had a reputation for drinking but Wilma had told her it was just a story. Wilma had sworn up and down that George and James didn't drink, at least not more than a beer once in awhile, and most of the boys around had a beer occasionally.

As soon as Wanda saw the deserted beach house she knew that her fears had been well-founded, especially when James told her that none of the other people they'd invited could make it. That sounded plenty fishy to Wanda and she resolved to keep her eye on her wild older sister. She wasn't going to let Wilma a get into any trouble. And Wilma didn't have the sense of a chicken as far as Wanda was concerned.

"Here… have some nice hot chocolate to warm you up," James said, handing Wanda a mug of steamy cocoa. "I'll put on some records and we can dance for awhile. Then we can run down to the beach and watch the stars. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Wanda smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. That sounded like a nice, innocent evening. At least the boys weren't drinking beer. James had poured a hot chocolate for all of them, and there was no evidence of any liquor in sight. Perhaps James wasn't wild at all, as she'd feared before. She'd dated James occasionally and he seemed like a nice enough boy but she hadn't been sure. Now she was beginning to think that her fears about tonight had been totally unfounded. Hot chocolate was a very good drink for a beach party. They'd brought hot dogs to roast by a bonfire and marshmallows, too. It certainly seemed like an innocent enough evening. She must have been wrong about James. He was really acting like a gentleman tonight.

"More hot chocolate, Wanda?" George asked, pouring her another cupful of the huge thermos the boys had brought along. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Delicious," Wanda smiled. "What kind of chocolate did you use, George? It tastes different somehow."

"I don't know," George answered quickly, winking at James over Wanda's head. "My mother made it. You like it though, don't you?"

"Yes," Wanda grinned. "I really do. It's just the thing to warm us up out here. I feel much warmer already just after one cup. Your mother makes wonderful hot chocolate, George."

James and George and Wilma all exchanged amused glances as Wilma drank her second cup of hot chocolate. Wilma could hardly stand to watch. She wanted to giggle so badly she was almost choking, but she didn't dare give this marvelous plan away. She'd thought of it, after all. The hot chocolate had a half a bottle of vodka in it and Wilma was sure that her sister would stop acting like an old maid school teacher after she had a couple of drinks. At least Wilma knew that happened to her after she'd had a couple of drinks and she hoped the same thing would happen to Wanda. If they were lucky tonight, drinking would make Wanda turn into a party girl and then everyone could have some fun.

Wilma pointed to Wanda's cup and James refilled it again. Wilma didn't really want to get her prudish younger sister drunk. She just wanted Wanda to have some fun. Wanda was already acting like an old maid and she was much too pretty for that. Usually when their parents insisted on the two girls going places together Wanda had the effect of a wet blanket on Wilma's fun but tonight was going to be different. Tonight Wanda was going to loosen up a little, once she got a couple of shots of vodka in her. Wilma wanted to see her sister stop acting like a cold fish. James had complained about the fact that Wanda hadn't even let him kiss her yet and they'd been going out places together for the last three months. That sort of prudish behavior wasn't normal as far as Wilma was concerned. Tonight was "loosen up Wanda" and they were going to do it. It was for her own good, after all.

Wanda had no idea that these kinds of thoughts were running through Wilma's head as she sipped her cocoa and warmed herself in front of the fire the boys had built in the big stone fireplace. She had no idea that the cocoa was spiked. Wanda had never tasted liquor in her life and she didn't dream that the hot chocolate was a plot to make her lose her inhibitions. She was feeling a little dizzy and giggly right now, but Wanda was sure that was just because she was relaxing after her English Lit test this morning. She was beginning to think that the beach party was a good idea, now that she was here. The moon was bright outside and she could hear the waves lapping up against the shore. It was a beautiful, bright romantic night and James was being unusually witty. She couldn't help but giggle at the jokes the boys were telling even if they were a bit risque.

"You're having a good time, aren't you, Sis?" Wilma asked, winking over Wanda's head at James. "See? I told you this party would be fun."

"You're right," Wanda giggled, holding out her cup for more chocolate. "This is a good night for a party… just look at that moon! It looks like daylight outside, it's so bright."

"Hey… let's all go out and dance on the beach," George suggested, tugging at Wilma's arm. "We can turn up the music really loud and I'll bet we can hear it way down there."

Before Wanda quite knew what was happening, she found herself in her bathing suit, dancing with James on the sandy beach. The music was tinny, but it sounded like a full orchestra to Wanda's ears. She was feeling marvelous and a tingle of excitement coursed through her body. James was holding her much more tightly than she usually let him but it was a little chilly and the warmth of his arms felt good.