Chapter 6

It'll be another great day for the beach tomorrow, thought Hugh as he meandered drunkenly home to Jenny's place, staring blearily at the cloudless night sky. Tiger and Jim had passed out at the dance and Billy had taken them back to their hotel in a taxi. Bunch of dopes, always stoned, Hugh thought as he let himself into Jenny's apartment.

"You bastard! You rotten bastard cousin!" Jenny pulled him by his shorts across to the couch. "Do you think this is a whorehouse, you moronic hick? I didn't invite you to turn the place into a brothel."

Jenny had waited two hours for Hugh to come home, furious that he had probably brought his drunken surfie friends home with their scruffy little surfie girls, her fury building up to boiling point at having to wait for him. There was no vodka left and the couch showed evidence of someone having made it with a whore during her period. "Look at that," she cried, shoving Hugh to the couch.

"Aw, lay off, Jen," he whined. "I didn't know she was a virgin."

"Don't give me that, you oaf."

"It happened like thish." he slurred. "I met this sexy little American dish and she practically raped me. The mosht beautiful bird I've seen in a long time. I'm crazy about her, absholutely crazy about her." Hugh flopped down on the couch. "Give us a kish, Jenny. I want to give you... a kish of life..." With that he passed out snoring on the couch.

Jenny stood back to look at him. She couldn't help smiling now, sympathetic for his drunken state, knowing herself what it was like to sometimes get hopelessly stoned out of her mind. Hugh is such a big bumbling kid she mused, one of the few men I actually admire physically. But what a child, mentally. They swam together whenever she went to Brisbane on a modeling job and he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on the lips she enjoyed the warmth of his caress. Yes, decidedly, she liked kissing cousin Hugh. Once she had thought of seducing him, when he was about fourteen years old, a beautiful long- limbed youth with a shock of sandy hair, bright blue eyes and a very sensual mouth.

Jenny knelt down to lift his legs onto the couch. He was too big for her to carry into his bedroom. She decided to leave him there, passed out with a beautific smile on his face. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth and slid her hand down, pulling open his shirt and feeling down to his cock. Hugh was completely unconscious, breathing deeply and steadily like a child. Jenny opened his fly and pulled out his slack cock and kissed it, too. She left him like that, asleep with his cock hanging out of his white trousers, and went to her bedroom wondering what he would say in the morning if she invited him to sleep with her. Kerry, her roommate was still away with her folks in the country and would be for another month. The only problem was, would Hugh want her? He seemed to be quite gone on this young American bird... perhaps they could make a threesome, if the girl was attractive enough...

Hugh's plan was going to be popular with everyone, it seemed. He explained it to Jenny over breakfast, she in a mini-skirt, he in shorts as the February sun heated the bay of buildings on Bondi's seafront. First of all he showed her the color print of Linda made with the Polaroid camera. He was in love with her, he said untruthfully, trying to win Jenny's support, but he didn't think Linda would see him again because she was such a damn snob.

"She thinks our family ain't good enough for her," he explained, but he knew she cared for him and if he could only get her back to the apartment for awhile she'd get over that superiority complex. Would Jenny ask her around so that she could lend her the surfboard, he asked.

"Sure," said Jenny, "why not?" She was trying not to show how aroused she was by the ravishing - and ravished - blonde nymphet in the photo. "Why ever not? This photo will bring her back," she laughed, thinking to herself that the girl should be a little more careful about where she put on airs about being superior to others. Her mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously innocent young girl's legs spread-eagled to show her cruelly violated crevice gleaming wetly.

"There's another thing," remarked Hugh. "She told me about seeing her old man being sucked off by her mother. A little hint about that might go a long way!"