"I see, and it's still going on?"
She nodded unhappily. "To some degree. I've tried to break it off, but it's no use. If his wife ever found out, I don't know what she'd do to me."
"Why don't you just tell the old bastard you're not having any more of him?"
"I tried that. He threatened to see to it that I never got another job anywhere in town."
"Could he really do that?"
"Who knows? He surely has plenty of connections. He knows everyone in Indianapolis from the mayor on down. He even goes deer hunting with the governor."
Scott let out a sigh. "Well, at least it's nice to know you're not a virgin."
Rona threw back her head and laughed. "Did you really imagine I was?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "You never know. Indianapolis is an odd place."
"I'm not from here, remember? Where I grew up we matured early. Farms are like that."
"Oh," Scott answered. He liked the way the conversation was going, but he was not quite sure how he could prod it along. As it turned out, he did not have to. Rona was in a talkative mood.
"We were a big family," she went on, "And we weren't very inhibited."
"Lots of brothers and sisters?" Scott finished off his brandy and Rona poured him another.
"Oh, yes. I had two older brothers and older sister, just about a year older than I was."
"Don't tell me you did it with your brothers, like they do in the ozarks."
Rona blushed. "Yes," she said quietly, "I did."
Scott looked at her, shocked. He could tell she was not lying.
"Does that shock you too much?" Rona asked. "It happens all the time in the country. We were no different from anybody else out around Rockville."
"No, I guess it doesn't bother me. Why should it? You didn't get pregnant or anything."
She smiled. "Not from lack of trying. We were so dumb we didn't even know that was how babies were made. All we knew was that it felt good, and we liked feeling good."
"The first time you had sex, it was with one of your brothers then?"
"No, actually. The first time I had sex with another person, it was with my sister."
"It happened one afternoon when she and I were home all alone. I was about twelve or thirteen, I guess. My dad was out on the lower field, plowing, and my brothers were helping him. Mother was gone, shopping, or to her Ladies Aid Society, or somewhere like that. It was hot. Indiana can really be scorching in the summer."
"Marie, my sister, and I were wearing cut off blue jeans, the way we did in the summer, and hers were real tight. She'd cut them very high on the leg, just to get my brothers all excited, she said, but they excited me too. The material drew up between her legs and show off her little crack almost as though it were bare."
"Anyway," she went on, "On this particular day we were alone. I was sitting in the living room, watching some silly old movie on television when Marie came into the room. Her blouse was open, tied at the waist, and I could see half of her sweet little breasts. She came over and sat down by me on the couch, so close she was nearly touching me. I felt a sudden sexual seizure, and I realized all at once that I liked having her that close to me."
"'Those shorts are getting too small for you, Sis,' Marie said."
"'But these are my favorite pair, just like those are your favorite ones,' I answered."
"'But they're sticking way up into your cunt, Sis,' Marie continued, gazing down at the spot between my legs. I felt a tingle beginning to rise there, just because of how she was talking to me."
"'So do yours, Marie!' I countered. How did she dare say something like that to me when her shorts practically showed everything she had."
"'I know,' Marie said, giggling. 'That's why I like them so much. Every time I move around I feel so good. I get all excited. That's why I wear them all the time.'"
"'I thought you wore them to turn on our brothers.'"
"Marie leaped at me, taking me by surprise. 'You take that back,' she yelled. 'Take that back, you cunty little bitch!' Using both her hands, she pressed my shoulders against the back of the couch. One of her knees was between my legs, and I could feel the bareness of her skin against my naked inner thighs. That felt good. She looked down into my eyes, scowling at me angrily. I couldn't figure out what I'd said that made her so very angry. We both did things to try to gain our brothers' attention. It was kind of a game with us, and Marie and I both kidded about it. Now, for some reason, she was taking me seriously. More than that, though, her bare knee was pressing right up against the small fabric ridge of the crotch of my cutoffs, and I could not keep my mind on the argument. It felt so good, so very good, that my body was tingling right from my toes up into my chest. I couldn't even keep my mind on the fact that we were supposed to be fighting."
"Marie's blouse had fallen open completely now, and her small, beautifully rounded breasts were completely exposed. At their tips rose her smallest things, her little, pinkish nipples. They stood up erect. We had laughed about that so often, how Marie's nipples stood up when she pinched them and made them excited. She had not been pinching them now, though, and they were still standing at attention. As I looked, I thought to myself that those little rosebuds of hers were the most gorgeous things I had ever seen in my life. I began to realize that my sister was turned on, seething with sensual excitement, and as I realized that, I got excited too. All of a sudden, I was acting instinctively."
"My hands went up to caress Marie's bobbing breasts, my fingers curling around her hard little nipples, tweaking them and making them even more erect than before. Marie let out a little cry, half of surprise and half of pleasure. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at me, and as I confined myself to squeezing her nubs, I saw her gaze grow in passion."
"She lowered herself to me, pressing her warm, girlish body against mine on the couch, and I was gasping for breath. Moving slowly, as though we were in a dream, Marie let her moist, trembling lips cover mine, and we kissed for a long time, out bodies pressing against one another insistently."
"We were both perspiring, our bodies shivering with raw arousal, and I knew now that there was no turning back. I had never felt such hunger. My hands kept working over her small breasts, and Marie whimpered and squirmed, her moans becoming louder and quicker."
"'Don't,' Marie cried, 'Please don't do this!' Her mouth crawled over mine, exciting me all the more. We were grinding our lips against one another hungrily, whimpering and sobbing like a pair of animals, and our tongues slid against each other, first in her mouth and then in mine. Marie's saliva tasted so sweet to me. It always did."
"My fingers were fumbling, trying to undo the snaps at the side of Marie's cutoffs. After a moment, I succeeded acid began pushing them down over the smoothness of her pert little rump. Marie was sobbing sensually, and her kisses were getting wetter and hotter and more demanding. She moved continually, squirming against my bare legs, driving me mad with sexual pleasure."
"I was doing a lot of shifting and wriggling about myself, mostly because I was squirming out of my own cut-offs. My body was seething with wonderfully sensual feelings, and I kept sliding my tongue over her sizzling slit, lapping up her sweet nectar. My hands caressed her inner thighs, and as I petted them, more and more of her girlish juices dripped from her seething cunt."
"The two of us wound up on the floor, our mouths glued together, our bodies too full of sexual excitement to hold still even for a second. We were necking as passionately as we dreamed of doing with boys, and both of us were loving every sweet minute of it."
"Suddenly, Marie rolled onto her back, her legs spread wide apart. I looked at her, and her youthful cunt looked like an angry, dripping wound. Instead of repelling me, it drove me to new heights of excitement, and I fell upon her, licking and nibbling and whinning like an animal. I slid my long, hot tongue in and out of her red cleft, and Marie sobbed and shuddered wildly at the fierce and thrilling sensations she was experiencing. I was amazed at the fury of her sexual frenzy. I was in charge now, making my older sister react in any way I decided. I knew I could have her begging just by withdrawing my lips from her hungry, pulsing cunt. I reached up without even looking, my face buried between her long, tapering legs, and grasped her firm breasts with both my hands. I squeezed them, and I heard her cries become more frantic and high pitched."