"Yes, but thanks to her, I'm in the dog house with Daddy. I want you to help me get out."
"Me?" His voice contained awe. "How can I help you out?"
"By doing the same thing to Alice that Daddy did to me!"
The idea registered. His jaw dropped. His eyes popped wide. "Me, in bed with Alice? Have Dad walk in on us?" He mumbled the words in disbelief.
"Exactly." She eyed him hopefully. "Please, Bob? Do it for me?"
He stomped from the garage, shaking his head in anger. "You stupid kid! You weirdo! I don't know what they're teaching you in school, but whatever it is, it's sure screwy!"
She caught up with him. He was heading toward the back yard. She walked alongside him, eyes pleading.
"Please, Bob. Do it for me? You like Alice. I've seen the way you look at her. I can read your thoughts. You'd like to get into her panties, wouldn't you?"
He flushed. She had been reading his mind. Many's the time he looked at his stepmother with those very thoughts tumbling through his mind. Alice was a very pretty young blonde. A voluptuous one. Karen had probed his inner thoughts. She had guessed rightly that he had often given thought to how nice it would be to crawl into bed with all that lush, blonde loveliness.
"Knock it off, Sis!" he muttered gruffly. "I don't even want to talk about it any more. You've flipped. Now, get out of here. Stop bugging me. I'm not about to fall for your silly scheme."
A tight smile came to her lips. She knew she had him hanging on the ropes.
Backing him against a tree, she played her trump card. "I don't think Daddy would mind too much if it happened," she whispered, her voice low and mysterious.
"What?"
"When me and bun were together that night," she lied, "he kinda mentioned it would be nice if we could do things like that often. He also kinda hinted," she added, "that it would be nice if you and Alice sort of got together like me and him were doing! So there!"
"He said that?" He shook his head in disbelief.
"Yep," lied Karen without batting an eye.
"You're kidding?" His voice contained a measure of doubt.
"Un-unh. I think Dad would like it if we could all sort of get together. That way, you and I wouldn't be running around with all sorts of different boys and girls. It would be purely physical. No regrets. Why not give it a try, Bob?" she whispered.
He wilted under her girlish guile. He was trapped by her web of lies, but didn't know it. She had planted the seed of lust in him. She had held out the possibility of him getting a crack at Alice's crack, a deep inner desire he'd entertained ever since Dad had trotted her home and announced he had married her.
"Gee, I don't know." He was still dubious, but under the influence of a
girl temptress. A beautiful girl temptress; even though she was his own sister.
Seeing she had him on the ropes, she whispered, "What've you got to lose? If the plan goes through, you wind up in bed with Alice. If it backfires, no problem. You can just say you were kidding. Maybe Dad and Alice'll be mad at me again, but so what? They're both already mad at me."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking, tomorrow night. Wednesday. Dad'll be going to his lodge meeting. I'll tell Alice I'm going over to see Angie for a couple hours.
That'll leave you and her alone in the house."
"So?"
"She usually goes to her bedroom to take a bath, and read in bed while Dad's at his meeting. Right?"
"I guess so."
"Well, I was thinking, tomorrow night, after she takes her bath and hops into bed, you can go to her bedroom for a long talk."
"Me? Go to her bedroom?" He frowned.
"Sure. After all, she's your stepmother. Anyway, you'll think up an excuse for being there. Like you want to have a long talk with her about the boys and girls bit. Mention that you can't discuss such things with Dad, but thought maybe you and her could talk about such things."
"'And?" His interest mounted.
"Take it from there. Pretend you don't know anything at all about girls. Pretend you've never had one. Tell her you've never even seen a girl naked. That it might help if she stripped and showed you exactly what a girl looked like nude."
"Wow!" His interest perked up. "You think she'd fall for that line?"
"She will if you use your head. Tease her with your cock!"
"Karen!"
She plunged on. She'd gone too far to back out now. "Unless I've completely misjudged her, she'll be only too glad to take you to bed. In the meantime, I'll be peeking into the room to see how you're doing. You leave the door open a crack. When I see things are going according to plan, I'll get on the phone, call Dad at the lodge, and tell him to get home immediately. That something's happening. I won't tell him what, but when he gets here, you should just about be getting into Alice.
"Karen!" Again he gave with. the anguished moan. He shook his head. "No! I won't do it! I can't do it. Not to Dad. The whole damned thing's silly." Being a bit more mature than his kid sister, he could see the whole stupid idea was filled with flaws. It would never work. It was too far out. Too crazy.
"Chicken!" she taunted.
He flushed. "I'm not chicken. It's just too damned silly. How do you think up such stupid Things?"
"Alice caught Dad in bed with me."
"So?"
"It's only right he should catch her in bed with a man. You."
"But-" -
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Bob?" she purred. "You and Alice. And I think she's a real blonde. You never had a real blonde, have you?" she teased.
The image she was conjuring up sent shivers through him. His resolve wilted.
"But doing that to Dad?"
"He won't mind, believe me," she insisted. "It'll get him off the hook for what he did to me. You'll be doing him a favor."
"I will? You sure he won't get mad? Maybe punch me in the mouth?"
"Hell no. It'll work out, believe me. You say you're not chicken. Okay, why not give it a try? The most that can happen is she might get mad at you and order you to leave. If she does that, she won't even mention it to Dad. You have nothing to lose," she added temptingly, "and if it does go through, you'll get Alice." She lowered her voice to a suggestive whisper. "Just think, Bob, all that lush blonde beauty…" Her voice trailed off.
He was hooked. He nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try, but if it backfires, so help me, I'll never speak to you again!"
He walked off in a daze, his thoughts jumbled. She stared after him, a taut smile on her pouty mouth. Like him, she had plenty of misgivings about the scheme.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim smiled fondly at his little group before taking off to go to his lodge meeting. The lodge hail was just down the road a few miles, near the outskirts of the city. Less than a ten-minute drive in his car. He looked forward to these nights out. It gave him a chance to bend the elbow with his friends. They usually had a stag movie, or live show, for the members. This tended to get him all charged up and in the mood for love with Alice when he came home, usually a trifle tipsy.
He was happy to see that Alice and Karen were getting along so well. They were in the kitchen doing the supper dishes. Alice was rinsing. Karen was putting them in the dishwasher.
Bob, after partaking of the hearty meal cooked by Alice, had gone to the garage to tinker with his old jalopy.
Jim sighed inwardly. He was glad that things were back to normal. He'd had fears that what he'd done to his own daughter several weeks ago would have spelled the end of his marriage. Instead it seemed to have brought them all together with a new feeling of understanding. Alice and Karen were hitting it off exceptionally well.
They were chatting amiably and giving with idle talk about things that were happening at school, and in the neighborhood.
"S'long, girls," he called out, heading toward the kitchen door, and then on to the garage. "See you all later." He beamed fondly.
"S'long, dear." Alice nodded and pursed her lips.
"S'long, Daddy. Have fun." Karen cut loose with a smile.