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“A what?”

“Never mind,” Jim sighed. “I’ve been down here awhile, but over in the lounge part. Damned good thing the booze never stops flowing around here. I needed some hair of the dog that bit me last night.”

“Don’t tell me you’re drunk already today!”

“Not by a long shot, but I’m not feeling any pain.”

The waitress came over, and Jim ordered a cup of coffee. Neither he nor Verna said anything until the girl returned, and even then there was a long pause, only the sound of stirring spoons cutting the silence. At last Jim asked: “Well? How’d it go?”

“How did what go?”

“Last night! How was it?”

Verna blushed slightly at his blunt question, and said uneasily, “Oh, fine, just fine.”

Jim caught the lack of heart in her response, and knew she was avoiding the issue. His early-morning cocktails had loosened his tongue enough to pursue the subject. “Come on, Sis, this is me asking. Ol’ brother Jim, who knows all about your wild times. Remember that weekend in Monterey when we had motel rooms next to each other? The walls were so thin we could hear every move everybody made, and I don’t know who was screaming the loudest—Maybelle with me, or you with what’s-his-name.”

“Shannon. Steve Shannon,” Verna said tartly.

“Yeah, Steve Shannon. Never figured out why you didn’t marry him. He was bonkers over you, as I recall.”

“I didn’t love him, that’s why.”

“Uh-huh. Sex is sex, but love is love.”

“Jim, please…”

“I know, I know,” he said, taking a sip of coffee. “You’re married now and a regular straight-arrow.”

“No, it isn’t that, Jim. We’re too close to have silly secrets between us, especially over things like that. It’s just…” She lapsed into a weak silence, unable to voice the sadness dwelling in her heart.

“Let me guess,” Jim said quietly. “It was a bust.”

“Jim…”

“A bust, Verna, like mine was last night. A damned disaster.”

“Was it?” Verna leaned forward, her breath hitching in her throat. “Was it really?”

“Might as well have fucked a Barbie doll,” he explained morosely.

“Suzie’ll learn in time, Jim. I was scared the first time, scared pissless, and must’ve been the world’s all-time worst lay.”

“Yeah, you’re right. She’ll learn in time… I hope!”

“But if you’re a little rough with her now, that’s to be expected, Jim. I mean, you’re a man, but with a woman it’s different.” Unable to contain herself, the dam of her emotions having been cracked by her brother’s candid remarks, Verna blurted out: “It’s inexcusable for me to have acted like you probably did. I… I really blew it last night.”

“Blew it? Well, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t mean it that way, Jim! I mean, well… I got carried away by things, only Carl… didn’t. He wouldn’t even speak to me afterwards, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to take what he does say when he finally gets around to it. I feel like… like some old whore who’s seduced an innocent high school kid!”

Jim, seeing the tears welling in his sister’s eyes and the trembling of her breasts beneath her thin sweater, reached across the table and fondly patted her hand. “Easy, Verna. It’s not all that bad.”

“I don’t know what to do about it, Jim. He knows, Jim, he knows all about what I was and still am. Maybe not the facts, dates, and names… but the general idea. I’m not sure I can act the sweet and naive girl around him any longer, or if I can, that it will patch up the mess I made of it last night.”

“Sweet and naive? Why can’t you just be yourself?”

Verna couldn’t help laughing at that, though the laugh came out mirthless and bitter. “Don’t you understand? I was myself, and that’s what caused the trouble!”

Jim shook his head. “Don’t you believe it, Sis. Take it from me—and I should know—a guy may want his woman to be a lady in the living room and put up a big front about her decency and propriety, but he wants a slut in the bedroom.”

“No, not Carl.”

“Yes, including Carl.” Jim leaned forward, looking earnestly into his twin sister’s eyes. “Listen, I’ll tell you a story. When I was at that nudist beach summer before last, I was talking to this married chick—hell, she was about our age now—and she told me her sex life had improved greatly since she and her husband had become naturists. She said she had a good figure, and he was glad everyone knew it belonged to him! Men are funny that way, and Carl’s no different. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

“All right, assuming you’re correct, what do I do about it?”

“Same kind of thing I’m going to do about Sue. I’m not going to say I’m sorry, and I’m not going to reverse myself and suddenly become humble and contrite. It’s up to me, and to you, to show Suzie and Carl, that they’re the ones who’re all bent out of shape! In other words, don’t try to be sweet and naive, but be even a wilder lover than you were last night! Bowl him over with sex! Do it with him the way you want to, and do it and do it and do it… until you’ve shown to him how much fun it is, and how much you love him for it! Fuck your way to happiness!”

Verna laughed again, this time with genuine pleasure. “Well, if it doesn’t work, it’ll be great while it lasts!”

“That’s the idea!”

For a moment, he and Verna lapsed into silence again, and he studied her voluptuous beauty over the rim of his cup while he drank the coffee. The first inkling of a wickedly lewd idea came to him then, and as he sat, he mulled over the plan to see how it might be worked. Thoughtfully he shaped and molded the details, for if he were successful, it would be one of the wildest afternoons he could have ever dreamed of!

He’d always harbored a secret desire to watch his twin sister being fucked… to see her writhing and moaning beneath a lustful man… and her conversation about last night with Carl had sparked the obscene and perverted wish into a full-grown demand. And if Suzie were along with him, as she more than likely would be, the sight would blow her prudish mind! Of course, Suzie might object to the point of ruining everything… but Jim believed the advice he’d been giving Verna, and he had the notion that spying on another couple having intercourse might be just the ticket to set his bride on fire with passion!

The more he thought about it, the more he was eager to try his scheme. He knew that there was a good chance it would not happen, there being too much coincidence and luck attached to it for any guarantees, but he was determined to give it a try. What the hell, there was nothing to lose… and a lot to gain! His penis throbbed with depraved excitement, his mouth twisting in a smile of sheer lechery.

“Tell you what, Sis,” he said smoothly to Verna. “I’ll host a party tonight over at our cabin. You know, turnabout for the celebration you and Carl gave last night. Only you see to it that hubby drinks like a fish, until all of his stupid resistance is flooded away.”

Thinking about how Carl had acted while inebriated with the brandy and champagne, Verna saw that her brother had a good idea. Liquor short-circuited inhibitions better than anything she knew about—as well she should know from the times she’d gotten boiled and then been fucked by her dates! “But,” she told her brother sagely, “you better be the one who feeds the sauce to Carl, not I. He’ll be on his guard with me, and you’re a man he’ll go along with.”

“And maybe listen to,” Jim added. “If it comes around to the subject, I’ll try and set him straight.” Then, leaning forward more intently, he said: “Don’t rest on your laurels until tonight, though. Get him to bang the crap out of you as soon as you go back to your cabin!”

“Not a chance, Jim,” Verna sighed unhappily. “That bed is strictly off-limits for sex, at least until he cools down.”

“Then take him out in the woods.”

“Up in the hills?” Verna’s mouth opened wide with surprise. “You mean get him to lay me right out in the open?”

“Sure! A little picnic, maybe, nice and innocent. Once his guard is down, sock it to him! He loves you, Sis; he won’t be able to say no, not once his juices start flowing. And Christ, I know how you operate! You could get a corpse stiff if you put your mind to it!”