Chapter 4

"Bob, we just have to do something about our garden! It's a real mess! You promised me you'd take care of it... at least clip the damned hedges! I just can't believe you... of all peo- ple, would let it get into such a state!"

Julie continued to complain as she poured the coffee. In the four weeks since Bob had started work at the Lansing mansion, he had neglected their own garden, which was becoming completely overgrown. Weeds sprouted profusely, thanks to the warm summer weather, interspersed with frequent showers, and the grass and hedges also flourished.

"For God's sake, Julie," Bob stormed, "I've told you before... I don't have time. So quit nagging... I'll get to it sometime."

Julie, fighting back biting words of anger, dashed out of the kitchen and rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Once there, she lost her temper completely and began throwing clothes and shoes around in a fury.

"The bastard! The Goddamn bastard!" she mumbled, finally sitting down on the bed, out of breath. The room was a complete shambles, but Julie was oblivious to the havoc she had wreaked.

She felt more than just angry at Bob... a slow, burning hatred was taking over her being and controlling her. She felt just like the garden... neglected, uncared-for... the object of no one's attention. Daily now she nagged at her husband trying to get him to tend to the lawn and the hedges, but he seemed to be in a different world recently. At times, he was moody and dreamy, other times gruff and morose. And they hadn't made love in weeks! Her negative feelings were like the weeds in the garden, choking out all the flowers and shrubs, until the whole thing was nothing but a mess.

Bob slammed out the door. How could he be bothered hanging around her nagging! Julie had certainly been giving him a hard time recently he grumbled, as he got in his car and hurriedly drove off. Maybe she had her reasons to complain, he thought, but a man just had to have his freedom. Leslie had taught him that... in fact he'd learned more from her about himself than he'd dreamed possible. She was some baby! It was almost impossible to give any thought to Julie's snide remarks when he knew he was going to see Leslie every day for some time to come!

His little blonde employer might be young, he thought, but she knew enough to instruct women twice her age in the ways of the world. Pleasure and more pleasure seemed to be her motto, and Bob was in complete agreement with her philosophy! Why he'd gone years with Julie without getting laid properly... and it had taken only answering one simple want ad in the paper to settle that as well as his formerly distressing financial circumstances! What a windfall!

He drove quickly down the by now familiar route to the imposing mansion, already anticipating the surprises, both culinary and sensual, that Leslie might have in store for him that day.

In her pink and white bedroom, Leslie lay back languidly on her bed, watching as her identical twin sister adjusted her eye makeup in the elaborately carved mirror.

"Oh, you'll love him, Li... he has the most beautiful cock!"

"Shhhh..." her sister cautioned, blushing a delicate rose pink under her skin. "Don't use such words!" But nevertheless her green eyes sparkled a little more at the things her sister had been telling her about the new gardener. Leslie was incorrigible, she thought, last year it had been the carpenter, and the year before, the plumber... they'd been only sixteen then, but the plumber hadn't seemed to mind. It was always Leslie who had the penchant for working-class men, but somehow Lila would always be drawn into the fun before it was over. She didn't mind really, although it was always a little harder for her at first than it was for her twin.

But now that Leslie had already broken this one in... well... she'd been away for a long time, and it hadn't exactly been as stimulating as she might have wished, And besides, she was very curious by now to see just what this gardener was like!

"Okay sweetie... give me one of your dresses before he gets here," she said, giving her sister a knowing look in the mirror.

"Here we go again," she thought, as a familiar rush of excitement seemed to fill her veins.

The front door opened slowly, and Bob felt his usual excitement when he caught sight of the beautiful blonde girl. She looked even more fabulous to him this morning than ever... her golden hair was neatly tied back and she was wearing a short crisp cotton dress that made her look like a fresh young schoolgirl.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, gaily, reaching out for her. He was surprised to see that she drew back from him, stepping backwards beyond his reach.

"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried that he'd done something to mess up his incredible windfall.

Lila's exquisite features recomposed themselves, and she smiled reassuringly at the stranger before her. He was good- looking, she thought... but it would be far more interesting to put him through a little test before he so much as touched her!

"What about your gardening?" she inquired. "All play and no work makes Bob a dull boy!"

Bob blushed and felt a momentary flush of anger. After all he'd done with this little broad, it was humiliating to be reminded that he was after all, still only an employee.

"I'll get on with the job," he mumbled stiffly, moving past her.

"Fine!" she replied, closing the front door.

Bob worked furiously all morning in the back rose garden, growing more and more incensed by the way Leslie had treated him when he arrived. She hadn't even offered

him anything to drink, the way she usually did! He worked on, until about noon,

completely unaware of the two giggling girls who watched him from the upper floor

of the house.

When finally, the sweat was pouring off him and the sun was high in the sky, he was relieved to see a familiar shape, walking easily toward him across the lawn, carrying what looked to be two frosty gin and tonics. She was wearing a frilly pinafore that resembled a maid uniform, except it was obviously fabricated from a very expensive material, and was of a soft pink-violet color. The top of it was scooped out so low that he could see the tops of her nipples when she leaned over to set the small tray down.

"Boy!" he said, wiping his brow... "I could sure use one of those!"

"Oh?" Lila asked, looking directly into his eyes... "and what else could you use?"

Bob stammered a little not wanting to be rebuffed again. Still the tone of her voice had done it again. He was hungry for her touch, his stiff cock quivering at the very hint that it would get a chance to slip between the tantalizing young thighs of the girl before him.

"I..." he started.

"Don't bother to answer," the lovely twin replied, brushing her hand through the air, as if to dismiss her words. "Come on over this way with me!" Bob picked up his glass and followed her, his face wearing a puzzled, quizzical expression. She certainly was acting strange! Would he ever understand women?

He observed her carefully as she walked before him. There was something different about her today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it! His rampant penis, however, jerked upward a little more at each sway of the full, sensual hips before him, and he found that this new attitude of hers was highly stimulating, whatever its cause.

Finally she stopped, after having traversed the back gardens. Leslie's gorgeous twin sister turned to him and laughed, "Do you play croquet?" she asked, extended her arm to where several wooden mallets and balls lay alongside the hoops, already laid out in order on the lawn.

"No, I don't," Bob replied, "but I could learn!"

Lila carefully explained the rudiments of the game, stating that a penalty would have to be paid for each miss.

They started playing, Lila being the first, and she succeeded in steering the ball through the first hoop.

Bob took his turn, but his ball was wide of the hoop.

"You missed! You missed! You have to pay a penalty!" Lila sing-songed, jumping up and down in childish glee.

"Okay!" Bob laughed, "what do I have to do?" He figured he'd go along with her little game.

"Take off an article of clothing!" Lila said slyly, "this is strip croquet!"

"Like strip poker?" Bob asked, his interest peaking.

"Uh-uh," Lila said, her lovely face wreathed in smiles.

Bob was wearing a working shirt and pants, so he took off his shoes first.

Slowly, the game progressed, Bob rapidly losing his socks and shirt before the exciting blond creature even took off her thong sandals.

It was Bob's turn again and he took careful aim. To his dismay, his shot was wide of the mark, and he slowly put down his mallet and with a sheepish look on his face, slowly removed his trousers. He stood there, in his shorts, acutely aware of Lila's stare burning into his still-bulging crotch. The realization that she was straining, staring at his shorts was strangely exciting to him. Unaccountably he was somewhat embarrassed to be playing this silly lawn game in his undershorts with his eccentric young employer watching him as though he were some kind of zoological specimen. Yet he felt a stab of pride when her eyes began to register, with obvious delight, the enormity of the growing bulge.

The game continued, Lila scoring again, and once more Bob carefully hit the ball, only to have it fail to pass through the hoop.

"Penalty!" Lila said quietly, a slightly husky quiver now discernible in her voice.

Deliberately, he drew down his shorts, and they slipped down, falling around his ankles. His uncommonly big prick sprang up, semi-erect, joyfully free, the head gleaming a phosphorescent purple in the sun, and Lila stood there, gaping at it, as if mesmerized by the sight.

"Oh, it's lovely," she breathed, all interest in her game completely gone, "and so big!" She took a step towards him, licking her lips, running her pointed little tongue around their fully provocative plumpness, her eyes fixated on his growing cock.

"I want to make it bigger... let me suck it until it's bigger, much bigger..."

Something about the way she said this made Bob wonder what was going on. She acted as though she'd never seen him nude before!

"What about our game?" Bob stammered unthinkingly, confused.

"I give up!" she said dramatically, "you win!" And she began to unzip her dress. Bob watched the frilly garment fall away from her well-filled shoulders, leaving her dressed only in a push-up bra and lace panties. His eyes followed the voluptuous line of her well-built body and he suddenly realized that there was something different. Her skin was just a trifle more tanned in places, and right beside her indented belly button was a strawberry birthmark in the form of a star!

He watched agog, eyes staring in disbelief as she began to unhook her bra and in a second her breasts fell free... golden silky smooth orbs, the nipples like brown eyes, already squirming into rigidity. He gaped as he saw her slip her hands inside her lacy stretch panties and gently ease them down over her flowing hips, exposing the glossy pubic triangle at the vee of her well- shaped legs.

She stepped out of her panties, and as casually as if she were alone in her own bathroom she stood there, her head and shoulders thrown back, her high, perfectly swelled breasts jutting out proudly like twin snow-capped mountain peaks. Her trim waist flared to perfectly molded hips, which fell to long slender, aristocratic legs, so smooth, so velvety. She thrust out her pelvis, her hipbones straining and Bob could see the sliver of her sparsely hair-lined cunt lips, already moist with the flowing of her vaginal juices, offered to him unequivocally.

"How about another little game?" she rasped.

"Lila... !" her name gasped past his arid throat but he couldn't say another word. He knew now that this was Leslie's twin sister, returned from her trip. Her loveliness, the stark sensuality of her lewd pose overcame him and he could only stand there, his eyes bulging. He could feel pinpricks of desire pinching at his cock creating an almost unbearable ache that demanded relief.

Taking his hand in hers, she wordlessly led him and he mindlessly followed her over to a grove of cypresses that rose in a phalliclike cluster to the sky. They entered the sheltered, well-secluded grove and sat down. Lila's eyes fastened greedily on Bob's ever-growing prick.

"Oh, Bob," she breathed, "Leslie was right... it's really beautiful!"

And without another word, she reached towards him and cupped his expanding organ in her two hands. He jerked up off the ground at the electrifying touch of her cool fingers on the bloated sensitive periphery of his penis and moaned as he felt her run her fingertips along its length. He felt her nail scrape the bulbous head and jab momentarily at the tiny glans opening from which he knew lubricant was already seeping. Her long slender fingers toyed with the pulsing, webbed underside, testing the resiliency of the sperm-carrying tube, and trailing along till they came to the flaccid, wrinkled sac of his testicles. He hissed out a harsh groan as the tentaclelike fingers gently squeezed his testes, sending chills shooting through him.