"I wish I was."
They walked on slowly, and Sue Robin held his hand comfortingly as she had always held it. "Want to tell me about it?"
"Yeah. That's why I called you. I don't know what to do."
"Is that why you were crying at the wedding today?"
"I guess so." He stopped walking. "Let's go up here on the edge of the dunes and sit down. This calls from some thinking."
And some explaining, she thought. It was hard to believe. Mary Beth Dumont had always been the prettiest girl in Maxwell. And when she got to high school, her figure had already filled out, voluptuous and enticing. That knowing look and come-on smile! She couldn't believe it. She simply couldn't believe it.
"If you were crying before you went on your honeymoon, you must've known already, Buz. So why didn't you get out of the situation long ago?"
They sat down in the soft sand.
"Because I didn't find out until last night. I never could make out with Mary Beth before, but last night I was so hard up I told her, hell, woman, we're getting married tomorrow. Let's do it now. We did, and it was lousy."
"How do you mean, Buz? Was she a virgin?"
"Yeah. Frankly, Sis, I'd never have believed it. You know she's always turned guys on. And that walk and the way she talks, you'd think she'd be a volcano in the sack." He grunted. "She's an iceberg."
"Did you – uh – hurt her?"
"Naw. Her cherry gave way like it was hardly there. A few drops of blood. Maw, I didn't hurt her. Hell, she didn't feel it. She didn't feel anything. Just shut her eyes tight and clenched her teeth. Lay there like a damn log."
He sighed and ran his fingers through the sand. "I had a feeling, a bad feeling. I guess that's why I cried today, though I didn't really know I was crying until I heard Pa holler something after the ceremony was over. Imagine being stuck for life with a frigid woman, a beautiful, sexy-looking iceberg."
"Tonight?" Sue Robin pursued.
"Even worse. She acted so skittish, I asked her if she wanted a cocktail before we went to bed. She said something like 'that's all you men care about – drinking and screwing'."
"That's really bad," Sue Robin agreed. "Is her family holy-roller, or something?"
"I don't know. But she's got some nutty ideas from somewhere."
"Frankly, Buz, I'm surprised you didn't check things out before. You know, really get to know each other."
"Hell, I thought I did know her. Sex was the least of my worries. I know every son-of-a-bitch in Maxwell is eating his heart out tonight, thinking I've got the finest piece of ass in the world."
"Crudely put, old boy."
"But you know it's true."
"Then you didn't even score on your wedding night?"
"It was worse than not at all. She went into the bathroom to undress and put on a long nightgown. When I came to bed, she made me turn out all the lights. She did it like she was performing a duty, and just as soon as I got my cookies, she moaned that she had a headache. She took a sleeping pill and I went into the bar and called you."
"You could get a divorce."
"She's not about to give me a divorce. Crazy thing, I think she really loves me. It's just this sex hang up. If there was some way to break her loose from that…"
"Poor fellow," Sue Robin said soothingly. "We'll figure out something. Meanwhile, a man shouldn't miss out on his wedding night." Her fingers stroked lightly along the top of his thigh, and she shifted her position so that she sat beside him, facing the sea.
He put his arm about her shoulder, then slid his hand down and under her armpit to fondle her breast through the thin shirt. He felt the nipple swell into a hard cone.
Sue Robin unbuttoned the shirt and untied the knot at the waist so his hand could cover her bare breast. She caught her breath as his palm slid across the sensitive nipple.
"Does Mary Beth have nice boobs?"
He laughed, and Sue Robin was relieved at the return of his usual lightheartedness. "You women! All the same, wanting to know how you stack up beside some other woman."
"Not exactly all the same," Sue Robin said roguishly, pinching his cock teasingly through his trousers. "Does Mary Beth play with it like that?"
"Hell, Sis, when I put her hand on it, she snatched it away like she had touched a rattlesnake. Ah, that feels good!" He lay back and propped on his elbows in the sand. The skilled fingers quickly unzipped his trousers, then unbuckled his belt. He raised his hips up to let her slide his pants and undershorts down.
"Poor little fellow sure looks discouraged," she murmured, bending her head over his limp dong. She slid her hand between his thighs and under his balls, to cup them and fondle them gently in her warm palm. As her probing finger tips stroked the sensitive flesh of his crotch, he spread his legs farther apart to give her better access.
"Great, Sis," he sighed, lying back with his hands clasped behind his head and resting on the sand. He knew he could count on Sis; she was the greatest. He forgot about his iceberg wife while her other hand began to stroke his slowly hardening cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she exclaimed. "He's looking more normal all the time, Buz. I think the patient will live." She hooked her fingernails delicately under the wide flange of his cockhead and pulled, then raked the points of her nails around the smooth, stretched skin. His hips quivered as darts of excitement shot through his cock and spread throughout his groin.
His tool was up and throbbing now, its full length rearing up in the dim moonlight like a miniature tower of worship of some primitive tribe. Sue Robin's hand closed over the swollen knob and squeezed.
"Is that better, Buz?" she whispered, her long hair trailing across his belly and thighs.
"Oh Lordy yes!" he gasped, thrusting his hips in short thrusts to feel his supercharged cock push into the warm softness of her squeezing hand.
Her other hand was still caressing and palming his balls, and her middle finger slid on under and up, to tickle the puckered ring of his asshole.
"Maybe we can teach Mary Beth to play games like this," she mused. "She'll get her kicks, too."
He felt her warm breath playing up and down the shaft of his rigid tool as her head went lower, and her hand slid off his cockhead and encircled the shaft about midway down. This always brought back a quick memory, old but ever fresh. He had been a tiny kid, not even five years old yet, and somehow he'd pinched his little dong on the seat of his new tricycle. At his cry of pain, Sue Robin had come hurrying to him, always the solicitous sister.
"What's the matter, Buz?"
"I pinched my peter. It hurts!"
"Let's see."
He dropped his shorts and showed her the vanishing pinch mark in the flesh, just behind the pink head. "Kiss it, Sis, and make it well."
Obediently she had dropped to her knees and taken the painfully throbbing rod of flesh in her mouth, holding it snugly with her lips while she laved it with her soothing tongue. His grubby little fingers stroked her blonde head while she continued to suck and lick his cock. The pain went away, and was followed by a feeling of concentrated delight such as he'd never felt before. He felt that something was happening to his peter.
She felt it, too, for she took her mouth off it and looked at it. "Oh, Buz, look how big it's getting!"
The little thing was rearing up at a high angle from his belly, and the pink head was twice its usual size.
"It's like a lollipop!" she exclaimed.
"Kiss it again, Sis!"
Delighted, she went down on it again, instinctively sucking and licking it like a candy stick. Finally it had gotten so sensitive he dragged it out of her reluctant mouth. "Gee, Sis, that feels good!" He pulled his pants up.
"Yeah," she agreed, licking her lips. "It's nice."
It was a game they never gave up, and through the years, into high school, and even when they'd started to college a year ago, from time to time he would look at Sue Robin and say, "Kiss it, Sis." Or, if they were in a suitable situation and the mood hit her, she'd say, "Let me kiss it Buz."