Chapter 2

Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his sister at breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.

But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? Me? Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."

His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit."

She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she think he was--ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?

"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?"

His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite awhile now."

Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with these children--"

"Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his paper again.

"Children," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of pancakes. He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged him again, not caressing this time, but warning him about something.

Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a sitter. I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my term paper ready--"

Arlene banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all right. We'll probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared for a fairly long job. And Glynn--"

He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I know. Be a good little boy." He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. Damn, he thought; nothing went right around the house any more. He wondered what the hell Lorena had in mind--faking a sitter so they could be together again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his hardening prick

But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. Maybe she was putting them on, only pretending to make the call. If she wasn't he didn't know what she was thinking.

His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have to sit there until it went down.

Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered again how his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his sister. He'd kind of avoided it, before.

But his mom was sure a sexy chick--tall and sort of regal, with big, high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father walk out on something like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick enough when Lorena came back to say, "I got a sitter. It's Jean Marks, a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm sure."

Glynn said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, "Yes, of course. Eric--are you going to sit there all morning? You know very well what time the appointment is."

Glynn caught his sister in the hall. "What the hell--"

"Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man."

"Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks. He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.

But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight though, there would be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub them.

The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier because she was his own older sister. Man, oh man; what tits, what an ass--and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it until it came.

Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his babysitter. A sitter, man!

But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or something.

She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small, because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.

Jean said, "So you're Glynn. I've heard so much about you, from your sister."

All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all that crap. He flinched when his sister went by, because she pinched his ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."

Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Lorena out the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes on him. So he moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before he could make it to the patio.

He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all around the patio. She said, "Can't see a house from here, even; complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees."

Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so uptight. After all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he didn't have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too skinny. Lorena had loved it, she said.

He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn't so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean around, and that was pretty weird.