Paul Roan
My sister,my sex slave
CHAPTER ONE
Norma was sure that letting Lily come to live with her was going to be a source of trouble. And, after the thirteen-year-old moved in, Norma found she was jealous of her younger sister's beauty and superb body.
Norma knew she was taking on a very real responsibility in letting Lily stay with her, but she had little choice. They were all alone in the world; two very young and lovely girls who would have to make a new life for themselves. Norma knew that she should be sad and mourn their mother but she could not do it. Their mother had tried to raise her young daughters but she had not been very good at things. There were always drunken boyfriends around, eager to get at the sisters; and when Norma could stand no more, she had run away. Lily had found her through the telephone.
Now Lily was going to live with her, Norma was dismayed, frightened, too. She was too young to have the responsibility of helping a thirteen-year-old bombshell finish growing up.
Norma Walton stood in front of her bathroom mirror on a sunny Saturday morning and looked carefully at the beautiful young reflection that stared back at her. She knew she was exceptionally pretty; she heard that all the time. She was a shapely blonde with a slow, sexy smile and a fabulous body-yet she was utterly useless to any male who might find her attractive.
She was the proverbial ice maiden; lovely, vblrant thing of great beauty and little or no warmth. There were many handsome young men who worked in the same office with her but they pretty much left her alone. Once in a while one of the new ones would give her the rush act and ask her for a date and she would turn him down and that would be that. And she would return to her cute little home night after night and find pleasure in movies on television.
She slipped her old robe off and stood in front of the full length glass on the bathroom door and was suddenly filled with a brand new surge of pride. She turned so that she could examine the contours of breast and bottom and she was so proud of the firm, jutting breasts that bristled with young beauty on her ribcage, the sweetly
sculptured buttocks, the virginal thighs. Her nipples were tiny, tinted a blushing hot pink and the rosettes were small, too. But, she supposed there was reason for that.
Her personnel card at the office said that she was nineteen but she was actually not quite sixteen and she was always glad that her face and figure had made her seem much older. She had done a great deal of planning and scheming when she was still living with her mother and Lily in the cruddy city apartment and she knew that she would have to run away because of the way things began to develop.
Her mother got to a stage where she could not control the men she brought home after she got a few drinks into her. Norma would never forget the night her mother's boyfriend, Leo, had wandered into her bedroom. Remembering, she began to blush and she watched her body turn a deep shade of pink. The mirror was reflecting the image of her too pink person and she wished that she could smile at herself, but she could not.
She turned to face the looking glass and she glanced at the small, almost white tuft of pubic hair and she wished that she had the courage to rid herself of that. So many girls were doing that nowadays. She wondered fleetingly if Lily would have any hair at all there. She knew that Lily would not hesitate to shave hers off if she felt that way about it. Lily was rather forthright about things.
She stopped admiring her beauty in the glass and she got into the shower and began scrubbing her firm, young body with the zeal of an outraged missionary. She hated the venal sense of glory she could always enjoy when she handled her own body, a sense of pride and inner excitement and wondrous splendor. It was almost sexual, she suspected, and the sensations that she could feel whenever she touched herself made her cringe.
She began trying to adjust the shower controls and it annoyed her when she was not able to get a large, forceful stream of water from the showerhead. She suspected that someone in the big house was also taking a shower at the same time.
The guest house had been rented to her by an agent and he had explained that the people who lived in the main house on the big, walled-in estate were in Europe and would be back in a few weeks. They had gotten home a few days ago but she had not yet met any of them, mainly because she was always working. She was not sure she would keep the guest house if she was going to have troubles like a diminished water supply all the time.
Her mind shifted as she rubbed her crotch and pubis with a soapy wash rag and she could remember the one time that she had been touched down there by a stranger and her body began to prickle and tingle with shame, as it always did, whenever she remembered her last night in her mother's apartment:
She was home alone when Leo arrived and he kept looking at her as she moved around the apartment, getting the supper things ready. He was a nice-looking guy, at least ten years younger than her mother and he just couldn't take his eyes off Norma. She was embarrassed and upset by his steady stare and she was so glad when her mother got home from work.
She could tell that her mother had been drinking and she knew there would be a bottle in the big shopping bag her mother had brought home with her. She was sickened by the vulgar display that her mother and Leo put on as they hugged and kissed. They came into the kitchen; her mother was watching Leo as he gazed at Norma, eyeing her intently no matter what she did.
Joyce, her mother, had laughed at him. "Does Mamma's baby boy see something he wants more than Mamma?" she said, almost giggling.
Leo shook his head. "She is so beautiful," he said, softly, unbelievingly. "She is so pretty it is shocking."
"You should see her in a bikini," Joyce said. "You just won't believe it at all."
Leo smiled and he put his hands on Joyce and he kissed her and Norma was shivering and trembling and she was sure that they knew it.
"After supper, if you're a good boy," Joyce said, "I'll have Norma put on her bikini and model it for you. Maybe that will wake up your lazy cock and I'll get some good out of it. But, let's eat first, I'm starving."
Norma knew that she was as red as fire as she sat down at the table with the two of them. Leo just wouldn't stop looking at her and it was making her very nervous.
"Lily is staying over at Olga's," she told Joyce. "She said that you gave her permission."
"Yea, I did," Joyce said. "She asked me this morning and I said all right. Mmm, this is good, dear. You are such a treasure."
She had fixed leftovers and she didn't think that the food was that good. Her mother was just trying to make up to her, she supposed. She looked at Joyce rather closely and she was again amazed, as she always was, to see that her mother had the face and figure of a teenager. Joyce was a very young mother, yet, even with all her drinking and screwing, still was pretty.
They ate in silence; Norma could feel Leo's gaze on her all the time and she was glad when Joyce took him into her bedroom with her and she was alone in the kitchen.
When she finished her work she settled down in front of the television set and she was watching a show when her mother came out of the bedroom, wearing a faded bathrobe. Joyce looked tousled and drunk; her face was a bit puffy, a sure sign she was a long way from being sober. Joyce got herself a fresh drink and she sat on the living room couch. A moment or two later, Leo wandered into the kitchen and settled beside Joyce on the couch with a fresh drink in his hand, too. He was fully dressed but he had the same slack look in his face and he turned to look at Joyce with a questioning stare. She giggled and leaned forward so that she could give him a sloppy kiss on his lips.
"Oh, all right," she said, "you animal, you.
All right."
Joyce took a swallow of her drink and then she lifted her head to look at Norma. "Norma, dear," she said, "I want you to go into your room and put that nice new bikini on and model it so that Leo can see how very lovely you are. Now go do it, dear."