"Listen to me, girl," he said suddenly. "You be sure you don't tell anyone about this, you know what I mean?"
"You mean Dad?" she asked, watching his face now, hoping to see some apprehension come into his eyes. "You afraid he'll beat the shit out of you if he finds out?"
"No," he answered. "I'm afraid he might try to. Nobody beats up on old Rubin.
He'd. try and I'd just have to take a gun to him. You want to keep your Daddy alive? Then you better make damn sure he don't come after Rubin."
Connie watched him as he pulled his pants back on. He looked down at her and grinned.
"Damn, you're a pretty piece of ass," he laughed. "Looking at you there makes me want to do it all over again. I guess I've given you enough of a lesson, though. That's enough for the first time."
He patted his cock and walked out of her room. Connie listened to his footsteps going down the hail. She waited until the front door slammed. Then she slowly got up and went into the bathroom. She wanted to wash all the touch of that drunken son of a bitch off her body as soon as possible.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie had lain awake most of the night. Even after Leila came home, she lay awake, trying to figure a way to get even with Rubin Peabody. She was sure that she would. She only had to work out the method. She'd see to it that the drunken old bum regretted the night he had stuck his dirty pecker into her soft pussy.
She wouldn't tell her dad. That was too risky. She didn't want her dad getting shot by a frightened Rubin. Neither did she want him going to jail because he had killed Rubin first. No, it would have to be some other way. She mulled over all sorts of possibilities. She was sure that Matt Robertson or some other boy like Matt would beat the old man up for payment in pussy. She would use that as a last resort, however.
The next morning she still hadn't come up with a satisfactory solution. She slipped out of her bed, careful not to waken her sleeping sister. Her father was already in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee while his slice of ham fried on the stove. Connie poured herself a cup and smiled over at her dad.
"I could have fixed your ham," she told him. "Why didn't you wait for me to get up?"
"No need for you to worry so about honey," he answered her.
Connie looked at him sharply. This wasn't like him, not this warm, gentle voice. This was the way he used to be, years ago, His eyes were different, too, as they looked at her. He smiled at his lovely daughter, clearly proud of the way she was growing into such a beautiful young woman. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, made Connie want to run to him. She felt an impulse to climb in his lap and cuddle herself against him. Instead she stepped over and kissed him on the forehead.
"Rubin Peabody was by last night," she told him. "He couldn't find you at the tavern."
"I didn't go to the tavern," he answered. "I didn't feel like I wanted to be with that crowd last night."
Connie didn't ask him to explain. She was too relieved that he had ducked out on Rubin and the pussy-chasers that collected together at night. She fried them two eggs. Her dad didn't speak until they were almost finished. Then he looked out the window and spoke more to himself than to her.
"Poor old Rubin," he mused. "Rubin can't get any unless I'm around. If he was left to himself, he'd never get a piece of tail the rest of his life."
Connie almost choked on her slice of toast. She quickly drank her coffee and covered her surprise. After her dad left for work, she sat pondering his strange comment. Maybe there was something in what he had told her. Maybe there was some answer here for her vengeance.
"What are you day-dreaming about?"
Connie looked up in surprise at her sister. Leila stood in the doorway, her long black hair tousled from sleep, her eyes bleary but smiling. The taller girl patted her little sister on the ass as she walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Just wondering about something," Connie answered, watching the way Leila's luscious body was displayed in the nylon dressing gown. "Dad made a comment about Rubin, said that Rubin couldn't get any on his own."
"Probably right," Leila agreed. "Can you imagine any woman putting out for Rubin Peabody?"
"That's why he's always hanging around Dad?" the younger brunette asked. "He was by here last night looking for Dad."
Leila suddenly broke into a radiant smile. Connie gasped at the happiness which suddenly flooded over her sister's face. Her eyes communicated her confusion.
Leila laughed and reached across to pat the girl's hand affectionately.
"I'll explain it to you one of these days," she assured Connie. "I'll tell you all about it someday."
The memory of the two of them fucking away in her dad's bed suddenly flashed through the teen-ager's mind. It had something to do with that. She didn't know how, but it was sure to have something to do with that fuck. Dad had screwed Leila one night and stayed away from Rubin the next. Damn! There was a way here to get even. She would have to take a little time, she would have to know a little more, but Connie knew she had her answer.
"Say, babe," Leila said, suddenly changing the subject, "how are you coming along with your problem? Gotten rid of your cherry yet?"
Connie blushed. Leila began to laugh at her discomfort. The tall, lovely brunette's eyes sparkled dazzlingly as she watched her sister hang her head.
"Don't be so embarrassed about it," she teased. "I have a good reason for asking. A couple of friends of mine will be in town tonight. If you're interested in a good fuck, I'll take you with me."
Before she could answer, Jud came bounding into the kitchen. He was dressed for a ball game, his glove hanging from his belt. He looked like a child this morning. It was hard for Connie to imagine that last night she had fucked this kid. She looked at her sister and caught the veiled message in Leila's eyes.
"I'll let her know later today, if that's all right," Connie answered. "Can I call you around noon?"
"Not in all the noon rush!" Leila gasped. "Take it about two. I hope you decide to. I can promise you a hell of a good time."
"Where?" Jud asked. "Where's a hell of a good time?"
"A party," Leila told him. "And mind your own business, buster."
She tempered her short reply by hugging his tousled hair against her tits. Jud grinned at Connie, winked, then twisted his face into Leila's gorgeous tits.
"Hey! Stop growing up so fast!" the older sister complained. "Damn! You go at those tits like you were the hottest twenty-year-old stud in town."
She left the kitchen and ran back to her bedroom to dress. Connie and Jud chatted about the game today before the boy finished gobbling his breakfast down and left with a sharp slap across his sister's ass.
The young brunette cleaned the breakfast dishes before going back and dressing in shorts and her tightest blouse. She was brushing her hair in front of her mirror when she heard someone pounding on the front door. Somehow this had all happened before, she grumbled as she tossed her brush on the dresser and walked up the hail. This time, though, she wouldn't just open the door and let anyone like Rubin Peabody into the house. She stepped to the window and peered through the drapes.
Matt Robertson stood outside, pacing in small circles as he kept pounding on the door. His face was set grimly, his eyes dark in anger. His entire mood was one of violence. The girl started to go to the door, then hesitated. She watched his anxious knocking and decided to answer him through the window.
"Yes?" she asked, raising the pane enough to be able to speak to him. "What is it?"
"Jud!" he exclaimed. "Jud!"
The mention of her brother sent a wave of shock through Connie. She turned and ran for the door. She fumbled with the latch, then opened it to the towering boy who waited.