Chapter 3

We stayed on the lounge quite awhile with Mark's pecker still in me. It was soft and had shrunk a lot, so some of his cum oozed out around it and got both of us gooey and sticky, and the smell of cock got pretty heavy in the night heat, but everything felt great to me. We couldn't stay that way forever, though; Gunner kept whining and nudging at us and his wet nose was awfully cold when he poked it against my side or reared up and stuck it between the backs of my legs.

So we got up and giggled a lot and took a shower together. It was the first time either of us had done that. Mark got another hard-on, what with both of us being soapy and slick and him rubbing against my tits and feeling around. But I wasn't about to let him climb onto me again that night. I mean, a girl doesn't have any right to spoil a kid, even if she is the one who's supporting him. I turned off the hot water when he wasn't looking and the cold stream shriveled him up in a hurry. Even after that, though, we toweled each other dry. I'm afraid I was just about as horny as he was, and I had the most delicious feeling about being able to do just what we wanted to. I made sure the door to the hallway was locked and we went back to the sun porch and left our clothes off and talked.

We didn't turn on the lights; the moon was shining in so bright we could almost make out colors in its glare. And a couple of times we heard people going past in the alley and got up and stood right in the window, naked and gleaming in the silvery light, with me hanging onto Mark's cock and him getting a handful of tit. Nobody happened to look up, and I guess that was pretty lucky. If they'd seen us and said anything to Ma Conner, our ass would have been in a sling.

Somehow we got around to talking a little about what had happened at supper. Mark was sorry for Will, although I felt the kid deserved whatever Ma said.

"Aw, sis!" Mark argued. "How would you like somebody all the time telling you how much you owed her? And knowing your mother didn't even care enough about you to care what happened to you? Wouldn't make you real nice, I bet."

"Well..." I hadn't thought of Will that way. He was just a nasty, irritating kid, as far as I was concerned. But when Mark put it that way I did have to admit Will had an awful lot of provocation for being a snot. "Well, maybe..."

"Who likes him, sis? Ain't one person here that does! What's he got going for him?"

That got me where I was weakest. Mark and I had found out all about being lonely and miserable. But at least we knew our mom and dad had loved us and done everything for us they could while they were alive. Will hadn't even had a father; everybody in Emporia knew he was a bastard. And then to lose his mother the way he did--to have her take off to be a whore and not even see that anybody was going to take care of him...

Well, that was bound to make him feel terrible. It was bound to make him bitter and defensive and contrary. The worst part of it was, like Mark said, nobody anywhere liked the little shit! The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I'd been just as mean to Will as I could be. I'd gone out of my way to make things miserable for him. And there had been a few times when he'd actually tried to be nice to me, like a dog you kick around still comes nosing around with his tail between his legs trying to make you like him.

Maybe I was still thinking about that the next morning. I know I wasn't being very careful. I let Duane Fowler trap me in the upper hallway before I even realized he was there. I guess I was worried about two things. I didn't want to have it on my conscience I'd helped drive a kid out of society. But neither did I like the way Mark seemed to be trying to pattern himself after Will. I mean, I was beginning to see signs of Will's rebelliousness and contempt for what he called the "establishment" cropping up in Mark. And I sure wasn't going to stand still for that!

So there I was. I ran right into Duane... bumped into him and fell back and looked up to see him looming over me and grinning down at me.

He gave me a real leer and ran his stare right down over me as if I were naked. And he said, "Hey, baby! We've got hours and hours before we've got to open up the alleys. What do you say you come on into my apartment for little cozy loving up?"

I backed a little further away and looked around to see if anybody was around. I knew Mark was still asleep in his room and it looked like Eric might have gone out already. Anyhow, there wasn't anybody in sight upstairs. So I sort of bristled and tried to bluff my way out of it.

"Get lost, man! Maybe you've got plenty of time to waste! Not me! And I don't want any of your loving up!"

"Aw, don't be a sorehead. And don't play so hard to get! Hell, I know you don't mind putting out."

"You don't either! You know those stories aren't true!"

"Yeah? How would I know? Where there's smoke there's fire, I always heard."

"Well, I'm not hot for you, Duane Fowler. You just leave me be! I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the only man in Emporia!"

He turned ugly. He stuck out his jaw at me and sort of bent toward me and I thought he might hit me. He didn't; he just snarled. "Shit! One of these days you're going to piss me off, kid! What's to keep me from grabbing you right now and yanking you in there? Bet you wouldn't even holler!"

"Better see I can't get my fingernails to your eyes, you bastard!"

He kind of lowered his voice. "One of these days, twat!..." And his eyes looked like a snake's. "One of these days I'm going to tie you up and take some of the sass out of you! Time I get through, you'll beg me to fuck you every time you see me!"

"Fat chance!" I flared at him, a great big chunk of ice in my belly.

He made a sudden lunge as if he meant to grab me. I whirled with a choked yell and made a dash for my own door. I flung it open and dived through. And as I yanked it shut I realized he hadn't taken one step after me. He was still standing there, feet widely planted and hands on hips, laughing up a storm!