"Doing anything later tonight?" she said, her voice heavy with mock sexuality. Billy held her for a long time.
"You're something, you know that?"
"You're something, too."
"I keep feeling that you're like an older sister or something." He frowned. "It is incest, isn't it?"
"Well, some people don't pay any attention to this cousin thing." She shrugged and let her fingers toy with his wilted cock. "I don't care if you don't."
Billy picked up the brand. "We'd better be getting back with that ice before it melts and everyone starts wondering what happened to us."
"Billy?" she asked, holding his face between her hands. "I need you tonight." She shook her head slowly, eyes closed. "This was just a little appetizer. I really need you again. And maybe again."
"What if someone found out?"
"I'll leave my door open," she cut him off. "Just lock it behind you when you come in."
They dressed quickly and Betty drove like a maniac back to the house. Everyone was at the lake with a driftwood fire going. They hadn't suspected anything at all. Unless Margaret's admonishing glance had some bidden meaning. Betty shrugged it off and went back to the house to change. When she got back, Mitch was daring all the girls to go skinny dipping. Betty pretended to be more embarrassed than she was. She got in the water before slipping out of her bikini. Then she floated on her back while Billy paddled a discreet distance away. Over to the side Mitch was sounding drunk. He had offered to teach Alice to float and the willowy blonde was giggling and pretending to sink each time she tried.
"Bitch," Betty muttered to herself. She knew that Alice knew how to float and swim like a seal. But Mitch was having a ball. Until Margaret came over and broke up the little game. Betty glanced at Billy who was still afraid to do anything but keep his distance.
"You sure look pretty floating in the water with your nipples sticking up like that," he said when he was sure no one else could overhear.
"Do you have a hard-on, darling?" she grinned back.
"Oh, God, do I ever!"
"If there weren't so many people around I'd dive down and kiss it for you."
"Jesus, Betty, when you talk like that…"
"It makes you want to fuck me, right?"
"Good. Like I said, my door will be open."
"Oh, Betty, you're fantastic. You're wonderful. I'm crazy about you."
"Just think about tonight," she smiled, turning in the water to swim past him. Below the surface she gave his prick a squeeze and went on. The head of his cock made her palm tingle for a long time afterwards.
CHAPTER FIVE.
Margaret was becoming bored with the swimming party. She was pissed at her husband for such a flimsy excuse as a skinny-dipping party. She knew that he was itching to get that leggy young Alice undressed so he could have a good look at her. The buxom blonde had been acting very proper though, all things considered. She'd been shamefully respectful of Margaret's wishes when Margaret had decided the swimming lesson had gone just about far enough. And since then Alice had stayed pretty much to herself. Even with Lee staying close the girl had kept a respectful distance between Margaret's young son and her own, slender nakedness.
Margaret waded to the shore and picked up the bottle of brandy. Now Mitch was trying to get the bunch of them to move to the island for a real wingding. All he was really trying to do was wear everyone out so he could steady in on that bleached out little brat with the big tits and no ass. Margaret scolded herself for not being fair. Alice wasn't really a bleached blonde. And though her ass was a little boyish, it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. So why should she get uptight when her husband lusted honestly for some young stuff. It was natural enough.
"Sure, if the bastard would take care of me sometimes," she growled, tilting the bottle up again. Lee splashed ashore nearby. She could tell that he'd waited a while so that his cock might lose some of its hardness. He still had a hard-on and she played polite and kept her eyes averted. After all they'd experienced group nudity before.
"Hi, Mom, mind if I have a swallow?"
"Help yourself. But take it easy." She mussed his damp hair. "You're not old enough to drink this hard stuff."
"I wish you could get Dad to go up to the house with you."
"So you could get Alice's attention?" Margaret asked. Her son was gazing on again off again at her right breast. An unexplained tingle went through her and she frowned. She wasn't supposed to feel that with her own son. And what was he doing staring at her? She felt the woozy effect of the liquor coming on stronger. She decided to shrug off her strange feelings.
"I get the feeling that our new little blonde could start a lot of trouble this summer," she said, letting Lee see her concern.
"Dad is making a fool of himself," Lee put in. He'd always been on her side when it came to family friction. And Margaret knew that Lee had sensed how Mitch had been treating her. Margaret put her hand on Lee's shoulder.
"Sure, he's making a fool of himself. But he's old enough not to give a damn."
"Mom, do you and Dad…" He pressed his lips together. "Do you and Dad still do it?"
"Sometimes." She noticed how much Lee was like her. The even, handsome features. The dark hair. And his shy inquisitiveness.
"Would you get mad if you knew Dad was trying to, ah…" Lee looked to where Alice was swimming in the shallow water. As she turned, a large, white breast glistened wetly in the moonlight for a second. Mitch watched from a dozen yards away.
"I think I'd hit him on the head with a baseball bat," Margaret said. Her voice was surprisingly cool. She marveled at how casually she'd replied to her son's question and went on. "I certainly hope your father has the good sense not to carry this beyond a casual flirtation. Alice is my niece and she's his niece, too. It would be extremely disturbing for him to be carrying on with a girl barely out of high school." She took another slug of brandy. "Yes, I think I'd have to brain your dear father if he so much as tries to kiss that pretty, dumb little blonde."
Lee gave her an understanding look and touched her shoulder with his hand before turning. Again Margaret felt that tingle, that burning rush of pleasure where his hand had been. She watched in disconcerted excitement at the strong, naked body of her son as he went into the water again. She held the neck of the brandy bottle like it might get away from her.
"Goddamn me, what's happening?" Billy came out of the water then and knelt beside the beer cooler for a moment. He'd put his trunks on sometime after the water frolic had begun and somehow his being dressed made him appear sexier than before, Margaret thought. He avoided looking at her she noticed. But then there'd been a tension between them since that strange afternoon she'd gotten drunk and made a damn fool of herself. She still wondered if the boy had kept her panties. But before she could go over and make conversation with him, Billy opened his beer and walked off in the direction of the dock. Margaret glanced at the others still splashing in the shallow water. Everybody seemed to be having such a good time that no one noticed, her it seemed. She grabbed her beach jacket, pulled it on hurriedly and picked up the brandy again. Then she started after Billy. The jacket was long enough to hide her nakedness somewhat. To a casual observer it might appear she was wearing a bikini underneath. But her nudity felt delicious, helped by the brandy. She felt even more naked with that loose jacket sliding against her ass and breasts. Ahead of her, Billy was already to the dock. He bent to untie the small rowboat.
"Wait up!" she called, running now, the brandy slashing in the bottle.
Billy said nothing but let her climb into the stern of the boat before he pushed away with an oar and started rowing. Margaret watched his muscles move. He was a delicious looking hunk of man all right. Well, at nineteen he was man enough.