Chapter 2

Kitty ate as though she hadn't eaten in weeks. Her sister thought it was because she had worked up a huge appetite while walking in the woods, and that was partly true. But even more true was the fact that Kitty's bout with the German shepherd had really made her hungry. The combination of the fresh air, the exercise, and her sexual experience all combined together to make Kitty feel better than she had in a long time. Every time she looked at her sister, she could not help but smile at the thought that she shared her older sibling's secret about Duke. It was a wonderful feeling, and she saw no need to bring it up at the dinner table... certainly not with Johnny there. She did want to talk to Janet about it, though. There would be time for such things later.

The more Kitty thought about it, the more she came to realize that her older sister probably had a great many things to talk about Janet had always been the adventurous one of the family, trying things most people might think were strange. Kitty had always admired this aspect of her older sister, and now she began to think that she could take advantage of it. Even as she upheld her end of the conversation, she could feel the faint eddies of Duke's tongue fucking, and her loins were wet all during dinner with an unending excitement and arousal. And then she noticed something else, something she found as strange and exciting as Duke's incredible tongue fucking... she was finding her sister's body arousing. She became more and more aware of Janet's curvaceousness, her sultry face, the shape of her voluptuously upthrust breasts and full rounded hips... She pulled her glance away from Janet, hoping that her sister would not notice that she had been staring at her. She found that her thoughts were becoming confused. How could she be thinking such things? Could it be the fact that she had been under a great deal of pressure in the city, so much pressure that she never had time or energy to think about these things? Out here, in the great outdoors, with nothing rushing and pressing down on her mind, it was very possible that she could be free... truly free to express herself in ways she had never dreamed.

When she finished her supper, she found that she wanted to be alone and think these things through. Everything was happening a little too fast for her, and while she found her thoughts totally against everything she had ever been taught, she also found them exciting, and she wanted to make sure about them before she came to any conclusions. She had thought that nothing was wrong with Duke licking her cunt as he had. Were there other things she might enjoy just as much... or more?

"Excuse me, Janet... Johnny..." she said, "I'm a little tired. Everything has worn me out more than I thought it would. I think I'll go to my room and rest up a bit."

As she stood up, she smiled, feeling the overwhelming release of her formerly tense young body was enjoying. No, she thought, she wasn't ashamed of having Duke lick her cunt... in fact, she wanted to have him do it again. After all, something that good had to happen more than once. But there was a time element. She was going to be with her sister only a week. She knew there might be other pleasures to enjoy, and she wanted to sort them through to make sure she didn't waste any time.

Sitting in the chair in her room, she found that the mental image of Duke returned again and again, sometimes alone, sometimes coupled with the image of her sister. She formed a picture of her older darker sister nakedly seducing her handsome pet... showing and teaching him how to give such pleasure. God, those images alone were stirring her even more. There was never any doubt that Janet and Duke spent long hours together. After all, this was a secluded area, and there was not another lover for miles around. The thought of Janet making love with Duke all day in the wild freedom of the Catskills made the young girl smile to herself.

She heard a slight noise at her side, and she looked down at the German shepherd, who had followed her silently into her room. She could see that he was happy, although she didn't know if it was because he was in her presence or just because living in the woods make him feel free... as free as it seemed to make Janet feel. Kitty knew that Duke would never feel as happy in the city as he did here.

Kitty allowed her eyes to wander to the window, delighting in the scenery of the setting sun against the gentle rolling hills. She found her thoughts wandering to her brother, Mike. She had not heard from him in quite some time. It was not his way to keep in touch with people. At one time he had been a successful engineering student in college but he had given up that life and had joined a migratory farming family, hoping to help them overcome their poverty. The one time she had spoken to him after he had done that, he had told her that he was through with the rat race of the city... much in the same way Janet felt after her husband died. 'I must be the only member of our family still living under the pressure of city life, ' she thought.

She began unpacking and putting her clothes in the small dresser when she noticed a small box and a note that read: "Have fun. Love, Janet."

Kitty opened the box and found a small amount of pot and rolling papers. Kitty was a little surprised that her sister could be so free with her pot. After all, it was fairly expensive, and it must be even more expensive out here away from so many people. And then she remembered that the stuff grows everywhere. Perhaps Janet planted some herself. It would certainly be like her.

Shrugging her shoulders, Kitty rolled a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the thick white smoke. She had at first thought that she could never feel better than she had in the freedom of the woods, but she was wrong. As the smoke began to take a hold of her mind, she found that she was better able to enjoy the feeling of freedom she had come to take almost for granted during the last few hours. The lovely sunset she could see from her window was enhanced by the drug, and she relaxed more that she would have thought possible. 'Yes, ' she thought to herself, 'Janet really has it made. It will be more than a shame to go back to St. Louis. It will be a crime.'

Again she found her thoughts dwelling on her brother. She let her mind wander to the time when all three of them had lived together in New York City, before they separated and led their different lives. Playing with her brother and sister had always been a happy experience, and now, for the first time in years, they would be together once again. Mike, her brother, had been more than a sibling... he had been a friend. Kitty was the youngest, Mike the oldest, and it was perhaps because of that that Mike and Kitty shared a special relationship. Often times, he would forsake his own friends to make sure his little sister was not left alone, and Kitty never forgot things like that. Even though they had been separated for so long, Kitty found that often her thoughts fixed on her brother, and she was sure that he often thought of her. She wanted to be as happy as she could when he came to the house tomorrow. He was flying all the way from California, and Kitty wanted to make sure that everything was just right for him. She did not want him to think that his trip would be boring.

And Mike had done so many things, she remembered. While Janet was the adventurous member of the family, Mike was the experimenter. He had a vivid imagination, and was never afraid to put it to good use. Kitty began to think that she would learn a great deal being with her family again. If her experience with Duke was any indication of what Janet was capable of, Kitty began to feel that her whole life might change from this week. It would not only be a house warming, but perhaps a re- awakening in her own life. She knew she would never be the same again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," she said, eager for some company. Janet walked in and sat down on the bed.

"Hi, Sis," the older woman said. "I see you found my little present."

"Yes, it was sort of hard not to find. You want some? I hate getting stoned alone."

Janet took the slowly burning joint and inhaled deeply. "You know," she said, "there's nothing like getting stoned and talking about old times."

Kitty nodded. Often times with her friends in college, she had gotten stoned and passed many hours dwelling on the past. It always gave her a warm feeling, and she was certain that she would get the same feeling now.

"Janet, you can't know how happy I am that we're all going to be together again. It's been so long. There's a lot of catching up to do."

"You sound as though you've been very lonely, living in St. Louis," her older sister remarked.

"Oh, it's not bad," Kitty said. "It was something I had to do. I couldn't stay in New York... not after John."

Janet looked pensive at the mention of her sister's lover. "Just what happened there?" she asked the blonde Kitty. "For a long while, I thought you and he were going to get married. At least that's what your letters seemed to say."

A pained look came over Kitty's face, and Janet could tell that she had still not gotten over the man. "It's something a woman doesn't like to talk about," she told her sister, lowering her head to avoid Janet's questioning stare.

"Maybe not a woman," Janet said in a soothing voice, "but a sister... that's something different."

Kitty took another drag on the joint. She had been keeping this bottled up inside her for so long... perhaps if she talked about it, things would look better. Everything about Janet's cabin suggested total honesty and openness. It seemed only natural that she should talk about the only man she had ever loved. "You know, I was very much in love with him," she began, lifting her head and looking at her sister in the eyes. Janet nodded. Sensing that it might be needed, the older woman began rolling another joint.

"Well," Kitty continued, silently grateful that her older sister was making everything as easy for her as she could. "I thought I knew everything about him there was to know. He seemed so open with me, so loving, so patient and understanding. He never talked about marriage, and I never brought it up, but I thought that someday... well..."

"Well, what happened to change all of that?" Janet asked. "It sounds to me as though you had everything going for you. Did he find another woman?"

"He sure did," said Kitty, fighting unsuccessfully to keep a slow burning hatred from her voice. "He found one before he had even met me. Janet, he was married. He had been married for at least a year before I knew him."

A frown came over Janet's face. She could imagine what had been running through her younger sister's mind when she found out. Something like that could be a shock no one would recover from.

"Well, what happened? Did he tell you or what?"

Kitty took a deep breath, sighing to relieve the tension she could feel mounting in her body at the dredging of painful memories. Even though she was feeling very stoned, she was not as relaxed as she had been before. But she had to continue. She had to get everything out in the open. "John... he came to my house one evening... with his wife. He told me that he had talked everything over with her, and she was willing to accept me. In fact, she thought it was a big joke. He said he wanted to have the both of us at the same time, and he knew it would be all right with me."

The sisterly love Janet had for Kitty was becoming more and more evident. She could see that the lovely blonde was on the verge of tears. For a moment, she thought she should end the discussion, and she was just about to say something to change the topic, but Kitty continued.

"He was perfect in bed, Jan," Kitty said after another deep breath. "We would fuck five... six times a night. He had a long, thick... well... he was beautiful. He could make me cum like a tidal wave. Sure, he was the only man I ever had, but I never had any thoughts of finding out what someone else was like. He was all I wanted... and I needed him so badly."

Kitty was surprised that she could speak so frankly about her affair. She had never felt so open with another woman. Her curvaceous darker sister's patience seemed to make Kitty want to tell her. "When he brought his wife to my house and suggested that he have both of us at once, I was shocked. I was even more shocked when he and his wife began undressing right there in front of me. I couldn't move, Janet. I was... shocked."

Her uninhibited discussion of her love affair was burning like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her belly and loins. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have his thick, hard cock sawing in and out between her loins, and the memory made her shift in her seat. Her sex-sensitive vaginal lips brushed against the seat of the chair, adding fresh fuel to the lascivious memory.

"My God," whispered Janet. "It's almost impossible to think that a man could be so cold, so heartless."

Kitty continued as though she hadn't heard her sister's comment. "His wife was lovely. She was about my age, a little fuller though... lush jet black hair, ripe buttocks and... well... breasts. Her hair was so long that went past her waist. She had the same dark fullness on her vagina. That dark triangle outlined her cunt so blatantly. He fucked her while I was watching. I just stood there, watching her writhe beneath him as his cock went in and out of her. I could hear her moaning under his thrusts... thrusts that I thought were for me alone. Then she came. It was terrible. Even though I hated him right then, I wished he were fucking me and making me cum instead of her. Then she asked me if I wanted to join the fun. She wanted me to lick her cunt. She joked that at least then I would get to taste her husband's sperm as I licked it away from her pussy!"

Janet could feel her own body trembling at her sister's story. She knew why Kitty was angry with John for what he had done. She was angry because he had not been honest with her. Love is based on trust, and her lover had betrayed that trust. It was something no one should do.

"And then John said he would suck my cunt while I licked hers. He said everything would be just fine, that there was more than enough of him to go around. His wife seemed to think this was funny. And even then, I loved him. I almost did it, Janet. I almost did it. I thought that if I did, he would love me, love me the way he had before. Besides, licking her cunt wouldn't be so bad. I had done something like that once before. But I trusted him, and he didn't trust me back. Love should be shared, not toyed with. I finally kicked them out of my house. I just lost control. I never heard from him again."

The older woman moved to her sister, noticing that her own vaginal lips had become swollen at the arousing sexual description of her sister's affair. As she moved, she could feel her vaginal juice seep warmly against the sheer nylon of her panty crotchband, and her movements brought her panty tighter against her sensitive pussy. As she put her arm around her sister to comfort her, she felt an additional tingling softness coursing through her loins.

"It's good that you got that out of your system," Janet said, drawing her younger sister tightly against her shoulder. "You shouldn't keep things like that bottled up inside."

Kitty nodded. "I feel so much better now. Everything about this place makes me want to open up." She felt warm and secure resting lightly in her sister's arm, and she closed her eyes, feeling all the tension flow from her body like water through a sieve. She felt closer to her sister now than she ever had before. In addition to telling her about her affair, she had never thought she could mention so freely that she had sucked another woman's cunt. She had been a little surprised by the fact that this didn't seem to bother Janet. In fact, the shapely older woman seemed to take it all in stride.

The sun had completely set during Kitty's story, and the room was now bathed in the soft light of a lamp resting near the bed. Everything was so still, so peaceful. Kitty felt like a little girl again. Sitting here with her sister, she found that her thoughts had returned again to a happier time, a time of her youth, a time of innocence and fantasy, a time when the sometimes harsh realities of life did not exist.

It was as though Janet could read her mind. She removed her arm from Kitty's shoulder and looked at her sister in the eye. "You know what we should do?" she asked. "We should sleep together like we used to. We can become children again. You can put everything out of your mind for a while, and start all over again in the morning. Sort of like a resurrection."

Kitty looked in her sister's eyes, and sensed something she had never noticed before. Even though Janet had been a warm person for as long as Kitty could remember, the love-torn blonde saw something deeper in her sister's eyes than concern. She was not sure if it was just because she was high. Certainly that might have something to do with it. But there was something present in Janet's eyes that expressed more than sisterly love... something deeper, more total. She wondered for a short while if she were imagining things. Was she losing her mind? She allowed her own eyes to wander from Janet's face to the full mounds of her breasts. She wanted to touch them, wanted to feel their softness in her hands, wanted to express that which she saw in Janet's eyes. She was beginning to feel lust, a stronger lust than she had ever felt before. Was she about to experience something new again? Could this be the beginning of another milestone in her life? At first she did not want to admit these feelings to herself. This was her sister! If she was wrong, she would never be able to take the rejection. Learning the truth about John had been bad enough. She would never be able to live with her self if she were wrong again. But if she were right and did not follow her feelings to be expressed...