I got the dishes loaded into the dishwasher machine, fueled it with soap and started the Infernal Machine. It always sounds more like a trash compactor, but it definitely does the dirty work. "I'm going to the station, now. There's cable on the TV in your room."
Dolores made a face. "TV. Yuck."
"Can I come with you?" Penny asked.
"He doesn't want you going with him, you dope. He's going to be picking up Irene."
"Who's a dope? Bonnie's going to be there, anyhow. Besides, how's he going to know who they are?"
"Good point," I said. "Okay."
"I'm coming, too, then," Dolores said. Penny flashed her a murderous look. Dolores glared back. What the hell as going on?
"Keep that up and you ride in the trunk. Go brush teeth and be out here in five minutes, ready to move out."
I took the time to wash my face and change. Wanted to look good for Irene, heh-heh. Stripped off the shorts, swimsuit and jock, pulled on a pair of old Levi's and a clean shirt that emphasized my shoulders. Sneakers, no socks. The casual, self-assured, successful writer look. Irresistible, I hoped. Prayed.
Some night creatures scattered into the bushes as we walked out to the driveway and somewhere over the Bay, on the other side of the road, an owl was hoo-hoo-hooooting. Penny was gawking at the stars.
I got into the van and asked her, "Coming?"
"I never saw this many stars anywhere but at the Planetarium." She was awestruck. I liked that, a lot.
Dolores scrambled into the back passenger-side seat – the van has four buckets – and buckled herself in while Penny did the same in the front. We pulled out of the driveway and started through dark, twisty Eastern Long Island roads. No street lights and only two stoplights for the six miles to the station. At the first stop sign, I glanced into the rearview and saw what Dolores was doing to herself for my benefit.
Chapter Four
Dolores was slumped down in her seat, her legs wide. She had pulled the very loose leg opening wider and high up on her thigh. She was pantyless. I know – I could see her fingering her pussy through the leghole. And she was watching my eyes in the rearview.
All in a flash, you should excuse the expression.
I picked up speed from the intersection and pushed the limit a little. Like it or not, I was getting a tremendous hard on, and since I was bare under the Levis, it was going to be very, very apparent. I hoped we didn't get caught at either stoplight.
Of course the first was bright red.
I glanced in the rearview. Dolores's eyes were half-closed. She was pinching her nipples through her tee-shirt with one hand. The other was still between her legs. She had one finger inside her cunt and another was working on her clit, just rubbing back and forth in little circles.
Penny was chattering about how quiet it was out here.
"Yeah," I said. "Quiet. Real quiet."
"Don't you think it's nice out here, Dolores?"
"Wonnerful," Dolores mumbled.
The light changed just as Penny was about to turn to her sister. I floored it. The acceleration kept Penny facing forward – the same direction as my dick, now aching and trapped in my jeans.
We barely made the other stoplight on the yellow, just as Dolores was stiffening and shaking in the back seat. She was biting her lower lip and shivering with her orgasm. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled at me and licked her lips.
We turned into the well-lit parking lot for the little LIRR station as Dolores sat up straight and tugged her clothes into place. Then she licked the fingers that had been working between her legs, taking extra time to suck the one that had been inside her. Staring at me in the rearview.
I put the van in park and asked Penny to go check the bulletin board on the door of the station, to be sure of the schedule. She complied willingly, scampering to the tiny ticket office, which was closed.
"I want to do it with you," Dolores said. "Penny said you won't, because you think I'm too young. She said you think I'm not big enough, that your dick is too big. Lots of boys say that and – "
"Forget it. And don't pull this on me again." I was half-turned toward her, trying to sound tough and glare at here. All I could see was the memory-image of her tensed and cumming.
"I tried to use a cucumber and it didn't fit," she continued. "But that was when I was twelve. And I don't think you're that big."
She leaned forward suddenly and put her hand on my crotch. The move was so unexpected and quick that I didn't catch her in time. Her small hand came right down on my hard cock. I grabbed her wrist and she grabbed my dick. I heard her little gasp of surprise and her fingers relaxed – after one quick, jerking squeeze that was almost enough to make me cum.
She sat back in her bucket seat. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open and her nipples were spikes under her tee-shirt. She had her hands between her legs and she was twisting them, rubbing herself through her shorts. "Please, let me do it, let me do it…"
She shook again. When she calmed, her eyes focused on me and she said, very clearly: "I'm going to have you before we go back to the city."
The distant warning hoot of the diesel sounded. Penny came running back to the van. "The train is coming!"
I smiled. "I'll be right out. Dolores, go wait with your sister."
She just smiled and got out of the van, somehow making it provocative.
I sat there a moment, pondering. She was sexy as hell and obviously knew what she was doing. What would be the harm? For one thing, I reminded myself, it was illegal. And thinking of what happened in prison to men convicted of rape – even statutory – of young girls, my boner began to shrivel. Unfortunately, my balls were starting to hurt.
I groaned and got out of the van. I stood next to the girls as the train rumbled and whined to a stop. There were a few other people there, waiting to meet the arrivals. Among the greeters were a trio of teenaged boys who were meticulously studying Dolores and Penny.
There was no problem recognizing Bonita and Irene. They were the two knockouts. Irene had grown up even lovelier than I'd remembered. And Kate hadn't been lying when she'd described Bonita.
"Hi, hi, hello – it's great to see you," I said quickly. Irene brightened the night with a glorious smile and Bonita grinned.
"Hi, uncle Dan!" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
Broing!
I covered by quickly taking both their bags. "Come on, let's get back to the house and unwind."
Penny and Dolores chattered happily with the two women as I stowed the bags. Penny volunteered to take one of the swivel buckets in the back of the van so she could look out the rear window. I put Dolores behind me and Bonita next to her, figuring her sister's proximity would keep the little vixen in check.
Which, of course, meant Irene sat next to me. Sheer chance, of course.
Broing!
Bonita and Irene wore similar outfits – old jeans and long-sleeved man-tailored flannel shirts against the cool eastern Long Island night. The shirts were tucked into the waists of the jeans, and man-tailored or not, they were well-filled. I glanced at Irene as I made a right, turning out of the parking lot. In profile, she was awesome. The fine, straight nose, the long lashes, the soft lips, the sandy hair pulled back in a ponytail – gorgeous. And the thrust of those proud breasts against the shirt was enough to make a groan man cry.
We exchanged miscellaneous pleasantries during the drive back. Irene was on a week-long break. She'd been on the London-Orlando run for five weeks and was due for reassignment. She was hoping for New YorkMadrid. She'd read my last piece – the Times magazine one about New York City's huge stock of empty, structurally sound housing left empty while poor folks slept in the streets – and liked it a lot.
Bonita and Dolores were thick as thieves behind us, whispering with great animation. For some reason, that made me very nervous. As we pulled into the drive, both giggled and I caught Bonita staring at me as if making some judgment.