He'd talk to Katie, she was coming! He had to tell someone! She was his twin, she'd understand, help him! Hell, he couldn't tell the old man! He'd probably come unglued! Wonder what was going to happen at the lousy bank when the news got out… especially, seeing that it was Judge Stone's daughter. As if she didn't have a cunt or something!
He bolted to his feet and began to walk the floor. He listened, hearing Katie's feet on the stairs, then he moved toward the door. Christ, he wanted so much to talk to her. Yet, as her footfalls neared, then passed his room, he knew he couldn't open the door. It was too late between them; they'd built a barrier, when once, they'd been so close.
He swung away and paced aimlessly. Fuck! He loved her! What the hell was it that made him get on her back… like the night before with the pot? Was he afraid someone was going to harm her, or just take her from him? Damn, he really loved her, his baby sister! Baby? She was actually older than he was! But he loved her. She was his pet to look after, his loving sister who wore the nightie like a Goddess. Like his Mom!
He shook his head and stumbled about the room. Millie's revelation was twisting him inside out! There wasn't any other way! She'd have to get rid of it, an abortion or something! Hell, there just wasn't any other way! Their parents would never forgive them the stigma an illegitimate kid would rouse in Breynar. But to find a doctor to do it, that was going to be something else!
Suddenly Lee heard someone stirring in his parent's bedroom and moved tactically to his own clothes closet. He brushed aside a strategically hung old shirt of his to reveal his private little peek-hole. A carefully reamed-out circle the size of a twenty-five-cent-piece that he had accomplished with a pen-knife. It looked directly into his folk's closet but was near-undetectable from their side. At least, it hadn't been discovered in the six months he'd enjoyed its usage.
Of course, when their closet-door was closed he could see nothing, but it being a sliding affair, it was more often left open, and he'd played voyeur to some damned exciting shows. He couldn't say too much for the old man's stamina, but his beautiful Mom never seemed to get enough, and he could see it in her face when she was alone, dressing, or just primping, and even more-so when she was lounging away the hours. Those were the times that really got to him, when his cock would get as hard as a monument just watching her and knowing she was alive with excitement.
His Dad passed in front of his view and Lee could see that he'd donned old clothes, not his usual golf-togs for Saturday morning. His Mom still slept, he could see her long black hair fanned out over the silken pillow. Christ, she was something else! But what was the old man up to? Were they going to be graced with his company today? Must be Jenkins had let him off the hook, told him he could play houseboy for a change. That ugly bastard!
Christ, how he hated that little hobgoblin! He couldn't help but believe if it hadn't been for him that they'd still probably be in Tucson. Poorer, but happier. And he'd be with Peggy, with no Goddamned knocked up Millie Stone!
Disconcertedly, Lee Martin plodded back to his window-side chair and dropped into it. The fucking world was an asshole of a place, anyway! Hell should be a welcomed relief, if there was such a spot.
His brain was a muddle of emotions. The mere act of peeking at his mother had stimulated him, as always. But the belly-sinking thought of Millie Stone being up lessened its usual effect considerably.
Then, there was his concern for Katie and wondering if that Goddamned Juan had tried anything with her. He'd kill the ugly bastard if he did. Shit, if only he could talk to her. If they could just confide in one another, the way they used to before Darrel Jenkins had disrupted all of their lives.
Damnit, what he needed was sleep. He'd only had a little over an hour when he'd bolted upright in the bed thinking of Millie. He still wore only his shorts and decided to try it again, getting up from the chair and walking over to throw himself onto the sack. He heard his parent's bedroom door open and close and his Dad's footfalls moving along the hall, then descending the stairs. Evidently the rose bushes were going to catch it today.
He lay on his stomach, his pecker still half hard, and ground it against the mattress with little rhythmic movements of his lean hips, causing immediate erotic sensations in his loins and belly. Hell, now he wished he'd fucked Millie one last time before leaving, but he'd been so Goddamned upset that all he could think of was going, not cumming. He wished to hell he had her there right now… he'd stuff her so full of cock her eyes would pop out!
It wasn't any use; he couldn't sleep. He got from the bed, his swollen rod poling out the front of his shorts, and found a cigarette. He wished it was a joint. Christ, he was about ready to blow his cool! Between the lustful agitations his cock was giving him and the mental aggravation tormenting him, he didn't know where to turn. If only he could talk to someone.
Rapid footsteps on the stairs and in the hallway interrupted his thoughts. He heard them hurry by his room, then his parents' door opened and closed quickly. For a long moment, he remained motionless, just dragging at the weed. Finally, he went to his peek-hole.
He saw his father sitting on the bed beside his Mom and she was awake, lying on her back with the sheet beneath her chin, looking up at him and listening. The old man was holding her hand and talking fast, but his words were indistinct to Lee… and he looked like he was going to burst right out crying any second!
"Oh God, Jan… I'm sorry!" he heard his Dad blurted, then dropped his face, shaking his head back and forth. "I… I didn't know."
The rest was muffled and Lee couldn't make it out. Suddenly, his Mom shifted her position, moving higher in the bed onto the pillow, the sheet falling away to reveal her magnificent tits, and he felt his prick give a lusty jerk. There was an expression of awe on her lovely face that half-frightened him.
"Y… You mean… that unless I go to bed with Darrel Jenkins… he'd let you go to prison?" she was saying, her expression one of utter disbelief. "He… he can't mean it, Gil… my God!"
"Oh shit, he means it, all right, Jan!" his Dad spat. "I… I never realized what a fucking monster the son-of-a-bitch is!"
Lee was as much shocked by his father's choice of words as he was at what his Mom had just said.
He'd never realized that his father possessed such a gutsy vocabulary and momentarily he felt the generation gap between them narrowed considerably; but the disgusting horror of his Mom's words was ricocheting nauseatingly in his brain, their full meaning slowly and sickeningly being interpreted by his tired, overworked mental facilities. Jesus Christ, the thought alone was enough to make him puke. His beautiful Mom being fucked by that ugly little miscreant! Shit, he'd kill him first! He would, so help him!
"… Darling… Darling, why didn't you tell me before?" his Mom was saying and holding her arms open to his Dad. "Di… didn't you know I would've helped you? I love you, Gil!"
Lee couldn't help the little twinge of jealousy he felt as he saw the tears in his mother's dark eyes, her lush trembling lips and heard the quiver in her voice. Then, his father was inside her arms leaning down while she hugged him tight and he began to caress her firm white tits and kiss her lips and eyes. And then he moved over her whole sweet face, and the erect mounds of flesh in his hands. His tongue licking at their already hard nipples, and his Mom began to squirm noticeably beneath the sheet.
"Damn, Baby… what have I done to you… and the kids?" his Dad gasped.
"Darling… it's not too late, don't you see?" his Mom half-whispered. "Together, we can overcome anything… no matter what. Even Darrel Jenkins. But… but we've got to save Katie from him!"