The young blonde forced herself to slip toward her room. She staggered along the hallway until she made it to the safety of her own bed. She got up and closed the door, then returned to bury her face into her pillow.
All sorts of questions were rushing through her mind. There had been a reason for Syl letting her dad fuck her, a reason far deeper than just to protect Suzy. The blonde was sure of that. She'd have to talk to her sister about this. She'd have to find out what it was all about.
She lay back against the pillow. Down the hall she couldn't hear any noise to tell her that they were finished. She closed her eyes, waiting.
The little blonde was asleep before Sylvia ever came and peeped into her room to check on her. She didn't see her older sister smile. She didn't feel the soft kiss of the young woman on her cheek as Syl drew a blanket over her young body and tip-toed out of the room.
When she awoke the next morning, Suzy remembered the soft expression of delight on Syl's face as the fuck had reached its climax. She'd never forget that expression.
CHAPTER THREE
The two girls lay across Suzanne's bed.
Suzy looked at the softly sensual body of her older sister, amazed that Sylvia showed no ill effects from last night. The little blonde couldn't tell what she had really expected her sister to look like this morning. She wouldn't have been surprised to see Syl come in to breakfast this morning acting as though she was so sore she couldn't walk. She certainly expected some expression of pain, of hurt, of suffering, on her face.
Instead, the slender girl swept into the kitchen fresh and sparkling. Her eyes had never been brighter, her body had never looked softer. She had worn a soft peach-colored blouse and rust-colored skirt which made her look even more pure and angelic. She had chattered pleasantly as they ate their quick breakfast before Suzy had to rush out for school.
The blonde had been waiting for Syl when the older girl came home from work this afternoon. Their father would be out late tonight. This was the night he usually played poker with a few of his old friends from the days when he was as financially secure as any of the men in town.
The girls fixed a dinner together, then came back to Suzy's bedroom at her insistence. Syl watched her now, waiting for the questions she knew were about to be asked.
"You didn't fight him," Suzy muttered. "You let him do it. Why, Syl? Was it because of me? Was it to be sure that he would leave me alone."
"Partly," her sister answered, patting the blonde's thigh affectionately. "Just partly, though."
"And the other reasons?" Suzy asked, watching the confused expression on Syl's face.
"I'm not really sure," the older girl answered. "Maybe because I thought it might help him. Maybe because I felt it might help me."
"How could it help you?" the little blonde asked in surprise. She could see some justification for it helping her dad. The other reason, though, was a complete puzzle to her.
"Maybe I needed same cock," Sylvia answered flatly. "A woman has to get screwed occasionally, too. Didn't you know that?" She caressed along her sister's thighs slowly, her eyes laughing suddenly at the shocked expression in the big blue eyes of the little blonde.
"But with Dad?"
"Why not?" she answered. "His cock is as good as any in town. I remember once he fucked me when he wasn't drunk. Ohhhh, damn, but he was good! You can't imagine how good he was!"
Suzy couldn't believe it! It was bad enough that her dad had raped Syl while he was drunk. It was far worse to discover that, he had done it before and had done it when he was sober. No! It couldn't be called rape, not when Syl had been so willing. It would have been rape if she had submitted willingly to protect her sister.
The blonde shook her head in confusion. She couldn't figure it out, not at all. She remembered seeing the delight on Syl's face, hearing the soft encouragement that came from the brown-haired girl as she took the cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Suzy shivered at the memory of it, her body beginning to tremble in horror again.
Sylvia saw the confusion and fright on her sister's face. She pulled the curvy blonde against her and held her tightly. The ripe, young tits mashed against her. Sylvia sensed that part of Suzy's problem was her own struggle with the emerging womanhood inside her teen-age body. She held the girl tightly and caressed slowly along the blonde's soft, curvy thighs.
"No need to let it upset you so," she soothed. "Sex is a normal part of life, baby. We all have to have it. To be honest with you, I was waiting for something like last night to happen. I sure the hell would rather have Dad messing around with my pussy than something he picked up down at the tavern. Since fucking me may have been part of the reason he got himself in this mess, maybe my pussy can be part of his straightening himself out."
Suzy looked up. Her tits still tingled from the touch of Syl's body against them. Her legs were glowing from the gentle touch of Sylvia's hand along the thigh. She began to comprehend her sister's last statement, fighting back the resentment that came with the understanding.
"You fucked Dad while Mom was still living?" she asked.
Syl's eyes pleaded with her for understanding as she took Suzy's hands and held them tightly. She nodded.
"It was while she was so sick," Sylvia admitted.
"It was during those long months when Mom was in the hospital. I thought I was helping them, thought I was giving Dad the support he needed, since Mom wasn't able to take care of his needs. He blamed himself, though. He thought that Mom's death was punishment for sleeping with me at night. After she died, he wouldn't touch me. He wouldn't even hug me until last night. I hope you can understand, Suzy. I hope you can comprehend what I'm talking about."
The blonde stared at her. Her dad was unfaithful to her mom while she lay dying in the hospital. He was unfaithful, and her sister had been the other woman. It stunned the teen-ager. She felt anger surge inside her. She wanted to strike out at Syl. She wanted to run from the house in disgust.
Sylvia gathered her into her arms as the stacked girl began to sob. Suzy shuddered against her as she tried to wade through the conflicting emotions and anger and sympathy. She could remember an evening as they stood by their mother's bed, an evening long before she had finally died. Suzy realized that even then Syl had known the hopelessness of Mom's condition.
"Take care of your dad," the frail voice had said to Sylvia, who was only a teen-ager at the time. "He needs a woman's care, a woman's love and affection. I may never be able to take care of him again."
Suzy thought back to that night. She hugged her sister tighter. She would have done the same thing. How could she hold it against Sylvia?
The blonde suddenly wanted to comfort her sister. She hugged back, thrusting her tits against Sylvia's firm breasts. She began caressing the older girl's shoulders. She rocked her body slowly, cuddling the delicate body against her.
"God, it's a relief to be able to tell about it!" Sylvia exclaimed. "I've been carrying that burden around for years. Until you, I have no one I felt I could trust, no one who could possibly understand."
"I only understand partly," the blond answered. "Maybe if I knew more about sex, then I could understand more."
"You don't understand about sex?" Syl asked, looking at her sister. "You mean you haven't been shown? I'd think the way that body has blossomed out, you'd have been shown about everything there is to know by the boys at school."
"If you're asking if I am still a virgin, the answer is yes," Suzy answered. "It's not that the boys haven't tied. They try all the time. I almost have several times. I tighten up, though, just at the last minute. I get all tight and panicky."