"You knew it was happening," he said, petting her face, "you knew it from the start…"
"But… but… ohhh, God, forgive me… I can't… I don't… understand…"
"Hey, you're working yourself up. It's not that big a deal. No harm done is there?"
"What do you mean it's not that big a deal?" she blubbered, tears dripping from her chin. "I fucked my brother… and I wanted to."
"I wanted it, too, Janey," he whispered and kissed her mouth. She twisted away from the caress, wiped her lips.
"I've got to get out of here… I've got to go back home…" Roger grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Listen to me, you crazy sister…"
Janey slapped him hard across the face. He glared at her in utter surprise then rose and jerked on his pants. She watched him with fire in her eyes as he grabbed his boots and stumbled from the room. She saw the rubber on the end of the bed. She picked it up and ran after her brother. She threw the dripping thing from the top of the stairs and watched it spin as if in slow motion… spinning down to smack Roger between the shoulder blades. His own white sap spattered across his skin.
"Keep your nasty old cum!" Janey screamed. "I hate it… hate it… hate it…" She ran back to her room. Her heart pounded. She felt like she was slipping into a deep dark well. At last she fell twitching across the bed. She had a fever… her breath screamed in her throat. She closed her eyes and felt her consciousness drifting away. With a final sigh, Janey let the warm, dark cloud engulf her.
CHAPTER SIX
When Teresa pulled into the yard, several men from the sawmill were standing around. She wondered what had happened, why they weren't up working. She slammed the pickup door and started past them towards the house. The biggest, the same man who'd spoken to her at the mill her first day there, stepped out.
"Looks like your sis went and lost her mind or something," he said, sucking on a toothpick.
"What do you mean?"
"She went and tore up her room, that's what. Your uncle had to come over here and quiet things down. She was breaking up the furniture and I don't know what all." He acted like he was about to laugh. "Seems though your brother had something to do with it. He came back to the mill looking pretty worked up. It was about an hour after that when old Larry looked over to see a chair flying out of that upstairs window." This time he gave in to the laugh. Another man shook his head and spit. Everybody looked at the broken upstairs window as if something else might come flying out any moment.
"Where is she now?" Terry said, her voice breaking.
"Oh, your Uncle got her hog-tied I imagine. That's the only way to handle a hysterical woman, don't cha know?"
As Teresa pushed past the big man he gave her a slap on the ass. She wanted to say something but hurried on instead, hurried upstairs to her sister's bedroom. Uncle Nat met her in the hall.
"She's okay now," he said, "she's resting. I gave her something strong to drink and that seemed to settle her nerves."
"What happened anyway? What made her…"
"I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." But Teresa thought she saw something funny in her uncle's expression. He bit his lip in thought then looked up. "Maybe she's homesick."
"Jane is a little too old to be that homesick." Terry shoved a hand in her pocket, felt the fifty dollar bill. She quickly let it go again. She wasn't in such hot mental shape herself. She wished things were as simple as they'd beep back in Hainsville.
But things hadn't been that simple there either.
Uncle Nat went to the window to call to the men gathered by the house. Terry heard him tell them to go on home since it was almost quitting time anyhow. This seemed to please everybody concerned and they drifted away to where their cars were parked. For some reason Teresa watched the big man. He stopped in the grass halfway to the mill and pulled out his cock. A funny thrill went through her as she watched the yellow stream arc out from his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life! The man pulled his fly closed and swaggered to his pickup. She could almost remember his name… yes, it was Hank. Hank Herbert. She turned from the window with a little tremble. It had occurred to her that men like that liked to pay for a woman's body. A lot of things were occurring to her. And she wasn't sure she could handle them either.
"Let's have a drink," Nat said, wiping his head with his handkerchief. "You're old enough now I guess to learn about liquor." She followed him downstairs.
"You wouldn't let me drink the other night," Teresa teased.
"That was in a public place," he said, dragging a bottle from the sideboard by its neck. "Brandy okay?" Teresa shrugged as she flopped down on the sofa.
"Fine, I guess. I don't know anything about that stuff." She was thinking. Thinking about what her uncle and sister had been up to when they snuck away from the bar that night. Nat poured some amber-looking stuff in a glass and set it before her. It burned going down, but a wonderful warmth spread in her belly. She liked it better than she'd expected. "Where's Roger?"
"He was acting funny. Said he wanted to walk in the woods and think." Nat sipped his own Brandy. "I don't know what happened up here, but I think Roger may have had something to do with it."
"Roger?" Terry was pretending to be innocent of any knowledge concerning Jane and Roger.
"Aw, hell, I don't know." He drank more booze. "Let me fill you up." He held out the baffle.
"I haven't finished this yet."
"That's okay, here." Terry watched him add another inch of Brandy. She sipped. The glow was quickly changing her mood. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the sofa back. She was thinking about money again. About men with money in their hands… looking at her naked body. She giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." She cocked her head at her uncle. "Uncle Nat, would you answer a personal question?"
"Shoot."
"Well, it's about men… and women. I mean, uh…"
"Do you want me to drag it out of your pants?" Teresa cleared her throat. "When a man wants… a woman had enough, does he fall in love?"
"Not automatically," Nat said.
"If he gives her money, does that mean he doesn't love her?"
"Not necessarily," he told her. Teresa took a big gulp from her glass.
"Some expert you are."
"I didn't say I was an expert," Nat laughed. His face grew serious then. He put an arm around her shoulders. "You sure have gotten pretty, you know that?"
"Thank you. Oh, God, this Brandy is fun!" She finished her glass and held it out for more. Nat uncorked the bottle and let a few glugs pour in. Teresa was a little giddy. She wondered how much of an effect she was having on her uncle. In a female kind of way. Did Nat think she was sexy? Or just another pretty little girl?
"Would you pay someone for sex?" she blurted then broke into giggles. That Brandy was something else.
"Sure. I've done it."
"Would you pay someone… like me? I mean if you didn't know me and all," she quickly added. Nat gave her a look. She had the uncomfortable feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. Or was it a comfortable feeling? She laughed and drank more Brandy.
"I'd pay for you." He didn't smile. "I'd pay for even a kiss."
"How much?" she teased, puckering her mouth close to his. Nat reached his wallet out and put a five dollar bill on the coffee table. With a squeal, Terry grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket. Then she pushed her soft mouth out and closed her eyes. She was having trouble keeping a straight face. But Nat wasn't just playing games. He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her against him. It wasn't just a quick peck. It was a smothering, wet kiss. Teresa trembled as Nat's tongue snaked between her teeth. He worked her head back until she was panting through her nostrils. Fire shot through her belly every bit as powerful as the Brandy. She gave a whimper of surrender as his lips writhed against hers. She was taken up by the utter passion of the kiss, swept into her uncle's hunger. When he let her go, she fell back, eyes rolling. She put a finger to her lips where he'd devoured her.