Chapter 4

Totally naked and unashamed, Kitty rode the back of Duke through cloudless skies over the gentle rolling hills by her sister's home toward some unknown destination. As the dog galloped through the azure sky, Kitty could feel the delightful sensations of having his soft, furry back rub against her sensitive cuntal lips, and with each mounting stride the animal took, she came closer and closer to orgasm.

"Kitty!" she heard some far off voice call, "Kitty! Are you coming? Come on, Sis, time to get up."

The golden blonde haired girl watched as the image vanished before her eyes, and suddenly, everything was different. She was not flying through the air at all. She was in the bedroom of her sister's cabin. It had all been a dream, one that she would have liked to continue and finish...

"Kitty!! Breakfast is ready. Are you awake yet?" Janet called from the kitchen.

Now that's a stupid question, Kitty thought to herself as she got to her feet. How could I truthfully answer no to that? The thought of telling her sister that she was asleep made her smile, but as she became more awake, the smile left her lips. Oooooohhhhh, she ached all over. Her mind still a little foggy, she let her eyes drop to her naked body, and when they finally focused, she could see why her muscles were so tired, and why her loins ached more than the rest of her. Twice the previous day she had been fucked, and the very fact that her thighs were touching each other made her still sensitive cuntal lips throb with a pain that reminded her of her more happy moments with her old lover. It was a pain that she did not mind having. As she became even more awake, she found that she had a headache. No doubt from all that pot, she thought to herself. Wow... that had been some night... well worth the aches and pains of this morning, well worth feeling a lot worse than I do.

As she sat with her feet hanging over the edge of the bed, having sat back down because her feet were a little wobbly with her slight hang- over, she could smell her sister's cooking filter through the cabin. The various aromas mingled in her nose, and as she picked them out: coffee, eggs, toast, pancakes, sausage, she realized that she was ravenous. Eating something would make her feel a great deal better.

Again getting to her feet, this time managing to keep her balance, she thought pleasantly of the events of the night before. She had really thrown herself into the orgiastic fun, and her brain still reeled from the memory of what it had felt like to have her cunt licked and fucked so wonderfully, first by her loving sister, and then by her sister's dog. She would never have believed that such pleasure was possible. She wondered how she could match the pleasure she had received only hours ago. Everything from now on would seem small by comparison. She thought of her sister, and found that Janet had really shocked her. She had never dreamed that it was possible for one person to express herself so totally. And she had never dreamed that her own need for passionate love had been so great, that Janet could actually fill that love... and that she had been able to fulfill her sister's need for the same thing. She never thought she had it in her... and now that she knew, she wanted to use the talents her sister had brought out again and again. As she rummaged through her dresser drawer, she found her terry cloth bathrobe, one of her favorite pieces of clothing. It was practical without being too heavy, and even though it came only midway down her thighs, she found that it was exciting without being too revealing. A wonderful all-purpose gown. For a brief moment, she thought of putting on some panties, but she put the thought out of her mind. What did she have to hide... and from whom? Her sister was living a totally free life here in the woods, and Kitty was determined that she was going to share in the freedom. She might have decided to wear nothing at all, but she could hear the voice of Janet's son at the table, and appearing naked in front of the young boy might be the type of freedom even Janet would not condone.

Finally, after brushing her long, tangled hair a little, she stepped out of her bedroom and entered the kitchen.

"Well, sleepy-head," her sister chirped. "I'm glad to see you finally got up. I hope you realize it's nearly eight o'clock."

"Eight o'clock?" Kitty asked in a hazy voice. "I only get up that early when I have to go to work. I thought I was on vacation here." She could not help smiling though. She was glad that her sister had not let her sleep too late. She wanted to roam around in the woods some more, and now would have more time to do it. If she hurried, she would be able to catch some of the animals who only came out at night before they slept for the day. Janet placed a plate of eggs and pancakes in front of her, and as she began to eat, she noticed that she was feeling better already.

Mike Mill tried to relax as he flew at a height of thirty thousand feet above the sun-drenched fields of the mid-west. It had been years since he had been on an airplane, and he had forgotten how peaceful and restful it was, but since it had been so long, he had also forgotten the problems that can arise at an airport. The lines, the pushing, the shoving... he was glad that he had left most of that behind for the harder yet simpler work of teaching migratory farmers. When he had gotten his sister's letter, telling him that her husband had died, he had been very sorry for her. The only time he had met Janet's husband had been at the wedding, and even though he hardly knew the man, he could see that he and his sister were very much in love. The real surprise of Janet's letter, though, had been when she invited him to visit her at her cabin in the Catskills of New York. After he had left New York City, he vowed that he would never return to that rat-race, the same rat-race that had destroyed Janet's husband. When his plane landed at Kennedy International he told himself, he would rent a car and drive out of the city as quickly as he could. He shuddered at the thought of trying to fight the always heavy New York traffic, especially after all these years of being away from it, but he would do that much for his sister... that much and more. And Kitty was going to be there too. That would make it all the more exciting. He hadn't heard from or about his younger sister in a long time. He wondered if she had gotten married, or had found a man at least. She had always been fairly popular with men, easy to get along with, easy to talk to.

As his plane glided high above the clouds, his thoughts drifted from his sisters to a girl he thought he might be in love with, another worker at his camp who had decided that living in the large city was getting her nowhere. He had fucked her several times, and each time was as exciting as the last, sometimes more so. As he closed his eyes, he found that her vision returned to him, her long full red hair streaming down her tapered white back, the full upthrust of her perfect, dark- nippled breasts... her slender waist and the sweeping flare of her hips and voluptuously rounded buttocks. He could almost feel her long legs, the fullness of her cream-white thighs... and the vee of her bright red cuntal curls up between them... He had been loath to leave her for this visit with his sisters... but in the long run, he reasoned, it would be the best thing to do. It would make it all the more exciting when he returned to her. She was the most exciting, most arousing girl he had ever met. He himself would suck... fuck... do anything with a woman that she wanted, but until he met Susan, he had never found a woman that would satisfy his endless sexual appetite who was also intelligent. In Susan he felt he had found the perfect, total woman, and now that he was away from her, he could feel an emptiness that he knew would not leave him until he was once again in her arms... and her bed. Her loving made the hard work of teaching children, many of whom could not speak English, all the more rewarding, and the two had come to be accepted as a mother and father image in the camp where they worked.

And then he decided that he would put her out of his mind for the while. After all, he was going to visit the other women in his life... the only other women he could truthfully say he loved. And judging from the tone of Janet's letter, it would be a visit he would not long forget.

He was finally able to get to sleep, able to relax from all pushing and shoving at the airport where he had boarded his plane. He knew he would have to face the same thing when he got off his plane, but right now, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Kitty felt so much better after her breakfast that she decided to pack a small lunch and take it with her while she went wandering around the woods. As things turned out, however, she did not leave as soon as she wanted. She and her sister began talking again of their childhood, and before Kitty knew it, it was time for lunch. Their conversation meandered from one topic to another, each sister not only catching up on details of the lives of their old friends, but exploring each other's feelings about each other. Janet told of her more intimate life with her husband, how much they had loved each other, how he wanted nothing but the best for her and had worked himself to death trying to give it to her.

"That shows a very great love," Kitty commented. "There are not many men who would do that for a woman."

"That may be," retorted Janet, "but if he had really loved me, he would be here with me today. In a sense, I guess you could say he left me. Not for another woman, of course, like what happened to you, but that does not make the pain any less hard to take."

From time to time, as the sisters talked, Johnny would come in and listen for a while. When he had had enough, he would go outside and play, returning again and listening for a while longer. Kitty found, during the course of the morning, that she was becoming very fond of the young boy. He had all of his father's traits that Kitty could remember from having met Janet's husband, and the younger woman could tell by the way Janet acted toward her son that he had been a child of love. Kitty had never thought it was possible to be closer to her sister than she had gotten the night before, but she was wrong. As the women talked and shared their deepest, innermost secrets, Kitty felt a fresh, vibrant wave come over her. Although neither of them mentioned the night before, Kitty had the feeling that something like that might happen again. She was determined that she would not force it, though. Love between people, Kitty knew, is not forced. It just happens.

In time, Kitty decided that she would end the conversation and spend the rest of the day in the woods. She did not feel as though she had wasted time talking to her sister, but the forest was just too lovely for her to stay inside any longer. She had enough of that when she lived in the city.

"What time will Mike be here?" Kitty asked her sister.

"Well... his plane lands around noon... figure about three hours or so to drive up here from Kennedy... although if I know Mike, he'll probably get lost..." Both sisters laughed... "I guess he'll be here around five or so."

Kitty nodded, pleased that she would have a great deal of time left in the day to walk around. She wanted to be there when her older brother arrived.

"Are you sure you don't mind that I'm leaving you all alone with all the work of making dinner?" Kitty asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

"Oh, for Christ's sake," her sister scolded lightly, "you're my guest... and my sister. I haven't done anything like cook for a man since... I became a widow. I used to wander around the woods when I first got here, so I know what it's like. Besides, I wouldn't want to let my cooking talents slip. You know what they say about too many cooks."

Kitty could tell that her sister was sincere in her desire to do all the cooking alone. Again she felt a fresh wave of happiness come over her. She couldn't believe that it was so easy to feel good. Yes, she thought to herself, it will be a real shame, almost a tragedy to leave this place and go back to St. Louis.

Even though Kitty had lost all track of time while she wandered around in the wooded hills, she managed to make it back to her sister's cabin before Mike had arrived. She was happy that she had not missed the arrival of her brother, and she was glad that he had called Janet and told her that he would be arriving at about six in the evening. That gave Kitty time to take a bath and get dressed in a way that she knew would please her older brother.

During her sister's absence, Janet had prepared a meal that would please a king, going all out to make the things she remembered her brother liked a deep pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy and a beautiful green salad. She had even gone so far as to travel into the nearest town and buy a bottle of French wine, something she knew would impress Mike.