Chris Sandinger lived alone in a small two-room apartment above the garage where he worked part-time as an apprentice mechanic and service station attendant. He got free rent in exchange for his services. Jim Bandy was quick to see that the boy was a mechanical genius, and he was only too happy to let him stay in the rudely constructed dwelling instead of having to pay the kid, especially since Chris was also remodeling the kitchen and laying new tile on the bathroom floor!
Chris' parents had money. Old man Sandinger was President of the family bread bakery, a big concern in the midwest. And it embarrassed the Sandingers that their only son had elected to work with his hands, and in a low-class occupation at that. They offered to send him to the finest colleges in the East. But Chris was a maverick. Despite his brilliance, he contrived to flunk most of his high school courses, until his senior year, when he made some effort and managed to get on the honor roll.
He used to make money doing chemistry papers for his classmates, and typing up themes for kids who couldn't hack it. And at one time he was heavily into drugs. In fact, he could tell what kind of grass was in a joint, where it came from, and what season of the year it had been planted. He also used the hard stuff, except for smack. But, rebel that he was, he one day decided that he was going to quit weed, and he did. Just like that. Now he confined his "habit" to cocaine, a very expensive indulgence. But he knew how to cut it so that he still got what he wanted out of it. And he dealt to certain friends. That kept him in pocket money.
When the phone rang at eight o'clock that night, a totally naked Chris was just sharing some of his coke-cut with a very alluring and very horny brunette… Jill's twin sister, Wendy…
"Hul-lo," he answered in his flat, non-committal way.
"Chris… this is Jill," came the familiar voice over the line.
Chris was taken aback. Jill was the last person he expected to hear from at that moment. He hesitated a few seconds, unsure whether to hang up the phone right then or give her a piece of his mind. He felt a stab of emotion in his chest. "Yeah? Well, eh, howya doin'?" he answered as though he were speaking to a buddy.
"I'm fine, Chris," she answered, the disappointment apparent in her voice. "How are you? What have you been doing lately?"
"What have I been doing lately?" he brightened, giving a knowing grin to Wendy. "Why I've been making a lot of love… sweet love. You know, fucking… things like that. Matter of fact, I was just about to fuck when the phone rang. How about you? Are you still the Kansas City Cock-Tease? Or have you wised up?"
There was a short silence, followed by a choked sob. Then Jill blurted out, "Oh, oh you monster! How could you do this to me! How could you say such horrible things! I wanted to make up, to tell you how much I missed you… a lot of things. But you had to spoil it! I was right about you all the time, wasn't I?"
"I guess you were, baby. And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to take care of this beautiful lady who's been waiting patiently for me to get off the phone. Isn't nice to keep a lady waiting, you know…"
"Anybody who'd let you make love to her couldn't be much of a lady!"
"Now, that's no way to talk about your sister…"
"Sister! You… you mean… Wendy?"
"That's the only sister you got, ain't it? Unless you're referring to the N.O.W."
"I don't believe you. You're lying!" Jill insisted.
"Oh yeah… Hold on a minute. Hey, Wendy, want to talk to Jill?"
When Wendy picked up the phone she got the familiar buzz of a disconnected circuit. "She hung up," Wendy said dejectedly.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Serves her right. What the hell did she expect, calling out of the blue after eight frigging months!" Chris said hotly.
"Chris… do you still have feelings about… about Jill?" Wendy suddenly asked.
"Sure I do – I hate her guts! I'll never forgive her for what she did to me," he roared defiantly as he took a long swig from a bottle of Miller's High Life. But his emotions were playing two records at once in his head. He had been hurt, terribly hurt. And it took him a long time to get over it. In some ways, he still hadn't. He thought about Jill a lot, always with bitterness, always with regret. He kicked himself verbally for being such a patsy. He knew that part of his motive for resuming things with Wendy was to spite her prick-teasing twin. Actually, Wendy didn't turn him on as much as Jill did. She was almost as beautiful, but there was a certain "X" quality missing. And the girls were very different in personality. Wendy was a thinker, a realist, a compulsive doer. She had been a counselor at Planned Parenthood since she was 16, and was on the pill. Jill was a dreamer who lived in a fantasy world. Outwardly, Jill was a prude. But there was a smoldering sexuality beneath her conservative facade; Chris just hadn't been able to penetrate it completely. He knew, though, that she would be one helluva bed partner once she let go of her Goddamned virginity! That's what really hurt his ego – knowing how much he had done to make her happy while some other dude was going to hit the jackpot…
"Are you sure you're not still in love with her?" Wendy demanded to know.
"Aw fuck Jill!" he said with disgust.
"No… fuck me!" Wendy grinned.
"Just what I had in mind!" he said, and he came over to her and scooped her up in his arms, giving her the most uninhibited and passionate of kisses. But even as he felt his cock begin to harden, his analytical mind was engaged in a Socratic dissertation.
Why should I be faithful to a girl a couple of thousand miles away… one who got me so worked up and frustrated I damn near raped her? Sure, she wrote to apologize, but that didn't cut any ice. She hurt me like hell, and she deserves to be punished. And what better way to punish her than to fuck the ass off her twin sister? Maybe it will wake her dizzy little head up to the fact that nobody has to wait for wedding bells to play house!
"Now if you want to see the sun, you'd better pull up the shades!" Chris said, lifting her light dress to get his hands under the top of her panties and pull them down. He had a curious way of putting things that was heavily inflected with a black accent. It was an affectation he'd picked up from dealing dope with spades, and he almost went to some effort at times to appear uneducated.
His burgeoning cock was urging him to hurry, and as Wendy lifted the dress over her head, he bent down to lick the pert mounds of her ripe breasts. Wendy kicked off her sandals and lowered her head to watch him lick her tender globes, while his feverishly working tongue wetly gazed the sensitively rising buds, sending maddening spasms that lashed her naked body with bullwhips of desire. Instantly she was fired with a passionate longing, as she had been so many times before when the handsome grease monkey had made love to her. She secretly felt that Jill was out of her mind not to give herself to Chris. But was she grateful! She was barely coke-drugged, yet she felt slightly faint as a craving desire tingled through her body from her dark head to her bare toes.
Oh, what bliss, she realized happily as Chris' head moved down her bare torso, he's going to lick me down there!
Chris dallied on his way down, kissing around the luscious brunette's narrow waist, lingering over her navel, sucking wetly over her smooth belly. Then he raised his head to kiss her again, pulling on her small, pointed tongue that darted into his mouth, feeling her anxious desire to be fucked in the way she ground her belly into his and searched for his hard rod with her pussy mound.
He marvelled at this nymph-like creature with her shapely body and firmly molded thighs tapering down to slim legs. She was built very much like Jill, and he realized that fucking Wendy was almost tantamount to fucking her sister. That gave him a perverse pleasure, too.