When Mrs. Gloria James awakened, her cunt was itching furiously. Hardly realizing it, she was rubbing it, smoothing it and sticking her fingers up inside trying to scratch the infuriating itch away.
Raising up on one elbow, she pulled her fingers out to examine them. She let out a long sigh. Oh God, she said under her breath. My period. I have my period!
Jumping out of bed quickly so as not to drip blood on her expensive form-fitted sheets, she reached onto the night table. She took a tissue and spreading her thighs, pushed it up into her cunt.
Opening the table drawer, she took out a small notebook. Opening this, she scanned a calendar. Yep, she was right on time. She made a notation with the -little pencil on the string attached to the notebook. She smiled. Whenever she had her period, she was hornier than all hell. It was during this time on the month that all of her many vulgar, obscene, abandoned fantasies almost ruled her life, as if so many wild horses were pulling her in every direction at once.
On her way to the bathroom, she wondered just how she was going to fare in the company of Beth and Jeffrey with her period having more power over her than her brain. Again she smiled.
As she opened the bathroom door and saw Beth's lovely face propped in the crook of her arm, her beautifully lean body so naked under the crystal clear bath water, her heart leaped up into her throat. God, she was a lovely creature.
She licked her lips recalling the evening before when she'd sucked the child almost to sleep. That was such a beautiful experience.
She sighed. She sat down on the toilet and pissed. Then wiping herself, she stood up. From the medicine cabinet over the wash basin, she took out the box of Tampax.
Bending way over after placing one bare foot up on the toilet seat, she inserted the tampon. Before she disposed of the cardboard cylinder, she examined the blood on it. Satisfied it was normal, she discarded it into the wastepaper basket.
At the sink she brushed her teeth, now and then glancing down at the sleeping Beth, making sure that she would not slip under the water and drown.
Washing her face, she brushed out her long hair. She examined her face in the mirror. Yes, she was still a beautiful woman; and if things went the way they appeared to be going, she would become even more beautiful.
To be beautiful, she'd often told herself, one must be used and know how to use others for one's own and their own benefit.
She smiled at her reflection. Sex was the answer. Sex was the only commodity one could use as frequently as one wished without exhausting its supply. In fact,* she smiled again, blowing her reflection a kiss, the more you used it, the better it got!
Chapter 11
Beth and Gloria naked to the waist, wearing only skimpy panties, Jeff fully dressed, all three shared a merry breakfast on a table flooded with the morning sun in Mrs. James' living room.
All three were in a chattering mood and it wasn't until Gloria James was pouring fresh cups of coffee that she suddenly remembered the surprise: the van parked in the garage.
"Oh Lord," she exclaimed, breaking into laughter, "I knew there was something I forgot to tell you two kids."
"What would that be?" Jeffrey asked. He felt marvelous this wonderful sunny June morning. He'd had a good hot bath. His sister had scrubbed his back and also sucked him off in the bathtub. He'd wanted to fuck her but she'd twisted away with a grin, telling him her cunt was still raw from his "raping" her last night. He'd laughed.
"You asked for it, Sis," he's said.
Mrs. James sat down. Just how should she begin.
"Well, Bosie, my friend, you remember (the twins nodded), well, he's not very smart." So,
Jeffrey groaned. "So, he couldn't break in?"
"He wasn't able to get even one of our suitcases?" Beth moaned, visibly disappointed.
"No," said Mrs. James. "It's not that. But you do recall, we asked him to get only the suitcases, right?"
Both twins looked at the older woman with suspicion in their bright eyes. Beth was giggling to herself.
"Right," they answered, almost in unison as they were accustomed to doing at times. This interested Mrs. James very much. She'd head that twins often speak the same thought simultaneously and often make the identical decision at the same time; and it was all unconscious, the psychologists claimed.
"Well," she continued, "and I don't know how this is going to sit with you… but… "
"Oh, c'mon," growled Beth, anxious for Gloria to get it over with; dragging it out was killing Beth. She'd always been the more impatient of the two.
"Well," Gloria James smiled, finding it difficult to keep from breaking into laughter, "he stole the whole van?"
It took seconds for this news to sink in. Then when it did, Jeffrey was the first to leap up. "WHAT?"
Beth just shook her head. "The… whole… van?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God!" Jeffrey shouted, clapping his hands. "Where is it?"
Quietly, Mrs. James raised her coffee cup to her lips.
"In the garage in the back of the mansion. It's all nice and safe and just waiting for you to do whatever you want?" she said softly.
"I can't believe it," cried Beth. Now she leaped up. She clapped her hands. She ran around the table and hugged Gloria, kissing her, fondling her naked breasts, kissing them, then running to her brother, falling into his open arms. The two of them did a little dance around the room.
Gloria James sat watching. She loved to see people happy. It made her happy.
Down in the garage, unseen by anyone who might absently be watching from the rear windows of the fraternity house, Gloria watched as Jeffrey, using keys from his pocket, opened the van's door. He stepped inside. Moments later, as Beth and Gloria held hands and kissed like lovers, he exited.
"Nothings been touched. Nothing."
"I'm surprised," said Gloria James. "Bill Frank's local reputation also has it that he has itchy fingers where other peoples' belongings are concerned." There were many rumors to this effect in P-.
Opening up the rear, Jeffrey, something of a mechanic despite his young age, checked the engine. He spent about fifteen minutes, then came up to the front of the garage where Beth and Gloria were sitting on a bench.
Gloria was fingering Beth's pussy as they kissed. Beth's skirt was way up, her long legs naked, her panties down at her ankles.
"Everything's fine," said Jeff. "I will have to say one thing, he did do an excellent job. When I turn it on, I'm sure it'll purr just like you are, Beth," he smiled, going over to his sister, wiping his hands on a cloth.
He bent over and gave each female a hearty kiss.
Gloria looked up. Then she pulled her fingers out of Beth's hot pussy. She offered them to her brother, Jeff first licked them, then sucked them into his mouth.
"Christ," she whispered for no special reason, "doesn't she always taste yummy!" He paused. "I love her cunt!"
"Me, too," sighed Gloria James.
As Jeffrey sat on the bench, Beth showed Gloria around inside the roomy van. She was surprised how much space there was, how different articles were moved around, how things dovetailed to give more room; and especially, how the double bed came down in two sections and how the covers were stored.
"Getting it fixed up like this cost a lot," Beth was explaining. "But it's perfect. And when we fold up everything and tuck it into its place and then fold up the front seats, hell," she laughed, "we could have a barn dance in here."
"Or an old-fashioned orgy," Gloria suggested, embracing the young girl, reaching under her blouse to fondle her darling breasts.
So began the transfer of different things the twins would need upstairs in Gloria's apartment. All three worked for about half an hour carting and unpacking upstairs.