After he left, the girls finished the dishes, then adjourned to the living room to watch TV and to continue their idle chit-chat.
Karen nervously glanced at her watch from time to time. Like Bob, she,
too, had misgivings about her scheme. She wondered if he would have guts enough to go through with it. She wondered how Alice would react if he did. Maybe she'd misjudged her young stepmother. Maybe Alice wasn't all that passionate that she'd take on a callow youth, especially when said youth was her stepson.
The doubts swept through her mind. She felt an urge to call the whole thing off. To go out into the garage and tell Bob to forget it.
Intermingled with her troubled thoughts was the feeling of guilt. Alice had been so nice to her. The young girl had tried so hard to get along with her. In their moments of truthful talk, Alice had mentioned she knew she would never be able to take her mother's place, but she did want Karen to accept her as a friend.
Now, she shuddered while contemplating what she was planning to do to this nice girl who had married her dad. Her inner thoughts were very complex. She resented what Alice had done- mated her dad. To her way of thinking, Alice had supplanted her in his affection. Then there was the physical thing. She still thrilled at the memory of that night. Her little cunt twitched every time she thought of the moment when Daddy had fucked her. She wanted that kind of action-again and again.
She reasoned Daddy was man enough for both of them, her and Alice. It would be an ideal arrangement if only she could work it out. This thought cemented her resolve. She glanced at her watch. Time to make her move. More than an hour had passed since Daddy had left for the lodge. It was time to put the plan into action.
She put the magazine she'd been glancing at-in between watching TV and gabbing with Alice-on the end table, and hopped to her feet.
"Mind if I take a run over to Angie's for a couple of hours'?" she asked.
Alice looked startled. The headstrong young kid seldom asked her permission to do anything. Karen usually just went right ahead and did what she wanted. She felt flattered that her stepdaughter would ask her permission even in so minor a thing. A hope sprang up inside. Maybe Karen was gradually getting around to accepting her. She hoped so.
Smilingly, Alice nodded, and said, "But of course you can go to Angie's. Don't stay out too late. I think I'll go up and take a warm bath," she added.
Karen watched while Alice went up the steps leading to the bedroom area. From past experience she knew exactly what Alice would be doing for the next hour or two, while awaiting the return of Jim. She would soak in the tub. She would sit at her vanity and brush her long, lovely blonde hair. She'd primp and perfume herself and get herself in the mood to accept Daddy's love.
The calculating smile on Karen's pouty lips was pronounced when she left the living room and headed for the garage-and Bob. The thought of Daddy coming home to Alice had washed away Karen's feelings of remorse for what she had in mind.
Perching her elbows on the fender of the old car, she peered down at her brother who was wiping an imaginary speck from the engine.
"All set, Bob?"
He shook his head. "Un-unit I've changed my mind. The more I think about your silly idea, the less I like it. Count me out." He dabbed away a tiny grease spot on the distributor cap.
Karen winced. "But you promised!"
"So, I can change my mind. Now, scram, Sis, I want to take 'er for a ride." Gruffly he eased her aside and reverently lowered the hood.
Karen stared in disbelief. Her spirits sank. "But.., but.., you can't back out now!" she wailed.
"Can't I?" He snickered. "Just watch me." He headed for the door of the old sedan, keys in hand.
She blocked his way. Leveling him with a glare of contempt, she hissed, "Chicken!"
He flushed.
"You're scared of Alice! And here I thought you were a man. All that talk you've been doing about liking to get into her panties is just bluff!" Her voice was shrill and filled with scorn. "You're not a man-you're a mouse!"
The flush on his face deepened. He didn't enjoy his manhood being questioned, especially by his dumb sister. He knew she would be just the type to blab it around. She'd probably even tell Angie, who, in turn would tell everybody. He'd be the butt of jokes.
He hedged. "It isn't a question of manhood. It's just that the~ whole thing stinks! It's the silliest thing I've ever heard of. What makes you think she'll fall for it? What makes you think Dad won't get mad at me?" He quickly outlined the two strong doubts he'd had ever since she had approached him with her weird scheme.
Karen smiled. She had him again. Her sharp reference to his manhood had done it. She had worked on his pride.
"Right now, Bob," she murmured, glancing at her watch, "Alice is probably in a tub of warm water. In a little while, she'll be in her bedroom at her vanity, brushing her hair. She'll be all nice and clean and smelling good. She'll be almost naked." She conjured up the image she knew would excite her horny brother.
Her logic was seeping through. Bob wet his lips, and his eyes started to fill with lustful glints to match his now lustful thoughts. Many times he'd conjured up just such thoughts about his pretty young stepmother. She was only twenty-two, a scant six years older than him. She was far more beautiful and luscious than any of the girls he ran around with from high school.
He held up his hands. His resistance crumbled. He didn't really want to renege. He felt his cock stirring. All along he knew he'd probably go through with it, despite his misgivings.
"Okay, you've made your point. I'll do it." He shoved his car keys back into his pocket, and headed toward the kitchen door with her.
Karen, suppressing a smile of triumph, issued her final instructions to her willing slave. "Go upstairs to your room, Bob. Clean off all the grease and dirt. Take a quick shower. Wear only a pair of shorts and a sports shirt. Be ready for instant action if you do succeed in seducing her. Play it cool. And don't forget, leave the door open so I can peek in so I'll know when it's time to call Daddy!"
Bob nodded dumbly. He felt like a convicted criminal on the way to his execution. There was one big difference, however. He was a criminal with a hard-on.
Bob tapped on the bedroom door. His knees were wobbly. His hands were shaking. He felt all nervous and jittery. He heard Alice's voice call out to come in.
He eased the door open and stepped into her bedroom. His eyes quickly adjusted to the soft lights. Like Karen had said, Alice was at her vanity brushing her hair. And like Karen had said, Alice was practically naked. She had on a short, blue, see-through nightie. A tiny, lacy garment that barely covered Alice's voluptuousness.
"I… I… er," he gulped and flushed hotly. "Can I come in?" He left the door ajar. Fe knew Karen was lurking right outside.
Alice blushed. She had thought it was Karen. Seeing Bob shocked her. He had never entered her bedroom before. Not while she was alone.
She stopped brushing her hair. She didn't know whether to jump up and run over to the closet for a gown to put on, or to act nonchalant. She decided on the latter. Regaining her composure, she gasped, "Bob!"
He shuffled in nervously, still blushing like a schoolboy, which he was. He ambled over and sat on the edge of the bed and faced her. The sight of nearly nude -Alice had done things to him. It had made him practically tongue-tied, and had caused his prick to harden. The bodice part of the lacy garment barely covered her lush titties. He was getting a complete view of the lush melons in all their large, curvy glory. He could even see the pointy nipples thrusting outward. A wondrous sight for a sixteen-year-old boy to gaze at. He tried not to gaze too much.
Seeing the way he was looking at her embarrassed Alice. She forced a disarming smile.
"I thought it was Karen knocking," she explained.
She wished now, she'd slipped into her robe after the bath. But it hadn't seemed necessary. She liked being in the nude, or practically in the nude. It