“Oh Joe,” she moaned. “Oh Joe.”
Someone took her back up to her room. She thought it was Bobby. He put her very tenderly into her bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“See you, Tracy,” he said. “You are a sweet piece of ass. The best ever.”
She felt sleep come over her and she didn’t remember if she answered him.
She left with the same bag she had arrived with. She had found it on her bed the next morning. She got up and took a shower and then ate the breakfast that Brad had put out, for her.
Brad came up and knocked on the door. He wore his driver’s uniform and he didn’t look like he remembered anything of what had happened the day before.
“Are you ready, Miss Dixon?” he asked. Tracy realized that this was the way that Joe would want things. As if nothing had happened in the weeks she’d been there. She nodded.
“Yes,” Tracy said, “I think so.”
This time Brad took her bag as she followed him downstairs. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Can’t I say good-bye to Bobby and Mr. Douglas?”
“They aren’t here,” he said.
“Not here?”
It may have been a lie but she didn’t press it any farther. Perhaps Joe couldn’t say good-bye. Perhaps he was afraid he would get sentimental about things. At least, she kind of hoped it was that way.
Somehow she felt that Joe had really liked her.
She got into the back seat of the limousine and Brad pulled away from the house. She took one last, lingering look at the house that had so changed her life.
“Does my sister know I’m coming?” Tracy asked.
“She knows,” Brad said. “Mr. Douglas takes care of everything.”
Tracy wondered about bow she would feel when seeing Maggie. She had been angry at Maggie at first. She had been full of hate and ready to scratch Maggie’s eyes out. But slowly she had found out what Maggie wanted her to understand.
Now she understood the almost sad look that Maggie had given Joe Douglas. Maggie had been to the house before Tracy, and Maggie would never forget it. Maggie wanted to go back. As Tracy would always want to go back.
She looked out the window and saw that she was getting near Maggie’s apartment. A few minutes later Brad pulled the limousine to a stop in front of the “No Parking” sign.
“I would carry your bag up, Miss Dixon,” he said. “But I have an errand to run.”
At the moment Tracy noticed a girl on the corner holding her bag. An innocent-looking girl of perhaps twenty, with long red hair and a puzzled expression.
Brad got out and motioned for her to get into the car. Tracy got out, quickly and watched the expanse of bare thigh as the girl slipped into the car.
“Just be nice, honey,” Tracy said. “Be nice and he’ll be nice to you.”
She looked up at Tracy with an expression of pure horror. Tracy didn’t blame her. Tracy knew how it felt to be on the way to the little house in the country.
It would take the redhead a while before she learned. But she would learn with a love master like Joe Douglas to teach her.
Tracy watched the limousine fondly until it disappeared up the highway. Then with a sigh, she turned into her sister’s apartment building.
“Hello, Miss Dixon,” the doorman said. “Did you have a nice trip?”
It was like she had lived there all her life. Everyone nodded and was friendly toward her. It was very strange. She stepped off the elevator and walked to Maggie’s apartment. She gave the door a hard rap with her knuckles.
A nice-looking young man opened the door.
“Why hello,” he said. “You must be Tracy.”
“I’m Thomas Wilkes. I’ll work with you in photography next week. Welcome to our company.”
He held her hand and he had a very strong grip. It excited her a little. She looked across Maggie’s apartment and saw that it was filled with people.
“What is all this?” Tracy asked.
“It’s a party for you,” he explained. “Maggie knew you were coming home today.”
“This is nice,” Tracy said.
She was searching for Maggie and she finally saw her sister coming toward her. There was that same sad look on Maggie’s face as she held out her arms.
“Welcome home, darling,” Maggie said. “Did you have a nice time?”
“Yes,” Tracy said. “Very nice.”
“I know you want to rest for a while. I’ll just any your bags into the bedroom. You can get cleaned up and join us.”
“Okay,” Tracy said.
She followed Maggie across the room and into her bedroom. Tracy found herself looking at her big sister in a new way. She found her eyes on her sister’s ass and on her firm, trim legs.
Tracy was not shocked at herself. She had learned that all those old-fasbioned ideas about sex were best forgotten. One of those old-fashioned taboos was incest, but Tracy found herself wishing to be alone with Maggie.
Maggie closed the door to the bedroom.
“I wanted you to have this coming-home party,” Maggie said. “But it’s gotten out of hand. All these people and all that noise. I didn’t intend for it to be anything like this.”
“It’s all right,” Tracy said. “I don’t mind a little noise.”
Tracy put her bag down and stretched out on the bed. She was well aware that Maggie was looking at her bare legs where her dress had ridden up.
“Did you have a good time?” Maggie asked. “I mean, really.”
“I told you,” Tracy said. “I had a very nice time. I learned to love a man’s cock.”
Maggie looked a little shocked and then her color came back.
“Well you have changed,” she said.
“Didn’t you expect me to change?” Tracy said. “Isn’t that why you sent me?”
“Yes,” Maggie said. “I expected you to change. We all change after we go there.”
“He’s quite a man,” Tracy said. “A really beautiful man. He taught me a lot of things.”
“I know,” Maggie said.
“Come and sit here, Maggie,” Tracy said. Maggie approached cautiously and sat down beside Tracy. Maggie looked as if she expected Tracy to bite her any moment. Instead Tracy put her hand on Maggie’s bare knee.
“I never really saw how pretty you were before,” Tracy said.
Tracy let her hand slide up Maggie’s knee to her warm thigh. Then her hand was underneath Maggie’s dress, going higher to touch Maggie’s panties.
“Did you miss me, Maggie?” Tracy asked.
“Yes,” Maggie said. “You really are good company.”
“I’m going to be better company for you from now on,” Tracy said.
Tracy lifted up beside her sister and put one hand on the curve of her sister’s tittie. She fondled it for a moment, feeling the nipple become erect.
“I want to eat your pussy, Maggie.”
“Oh Tracy,” Maggie said.
Maggie stood up quickly and stripped off all her clothes. She bent to help Tracy with hers and in a moment both of them were naked. Maggie stood back to let Tracy admire her body.
“Now I see why men get so hot for you,” Tracy said. “You are a nice-looking woman.”
“So are you,” Maggie said.
“My titties aren’t as big,” Tracy said.
“But they’re beautifully shaped,” Maggie said. “And I bet they taste fine.”
“Taste them,” Tracy said.
Maggie pressed her body close to Tracy’s and her head bent. Her tongue flicked out at Tracy’s tittie. Her tongue gathered the nipple and sucked it between her lips. She began to chew gently on her sensitive nub.
“Oh Maggie,” Tracy moaned.
Maggie’s searching fingers went between Tracy’s thighs. Expertly Maggie’s fingers slipped inside Tracy’s aching cunt and massaged her sensitive flesh. Maggie moaned as Tracy did the same with her hand.
“Oh I can’t wait,” Tracy said. “I want to taste your pussy.”
“And I want yours,” Maggie said.
Maggie turned so that her pussy was over Tracy’s face and her own face was pressed against Maggie’s cunt. Tracy shivered as Maggie’s hot tongue touched her flesh.