“Hi,” Brenda said. “Guess what? Carpenter bought it, lock, stock and barrel! Isn't that fabulous?”
“Yeah, that's great. Frankly, I didn't think you could do it. He's a cagey old bastard.”
“He didn't have a chance, lover. He was still gawking at my tits when he signed the papers. And speaking of titties, how about tonight? Can't we work out something? I'm dying to have your cock in me, and I don't care which hole you use. Any chance?”
“Afraid not, babe. Jo's under the weather and I'm going to have to stick close by. Why don't you come over tomorrow? Maybe she'll be better by then.”
There was a silence on the line, then Brenda said softly, “Dan, I get wet just talking to you. Couldn't I swing by after the girls are asleep? We could be very quiet. You could call me at home.”
“No, I think we'd better wait. Come over for lunch, and well see what happens. You can hold off that long.”
“I'm not sure I can. Well, hell, I can always use the damned old vibrator. I've done it before. I'll see you around noon, dear. I love you.”
“Thanks. I love you, too. See you tomorrow.”
He hung up the phone, looked moodily at the glass in his hand, then tilted it to his lips and poured some down his throat. His steps were unsteady as he reeled to the table and dropped down to light a cigarette, thoroughly nauseated with himself. Here he had a beautiful sex pot willing and able to fuck him senseless, and he had to go and screw an eleven-year old girl in the ass.
I've got to be sick! he thought. Sick as hell! What in the goddamn hell is the matter with me? Maybe I should see a doctor!
Finishing his drink, he smashed out his butt in the ash tray, then stumbled into the living room to flop down on the couch. The wretchedness rending him apart made him tired, and in a matter of seconds his snores were bounding and rebounding across the room.
“Dad. Dad, supper's ready. Wake up. C'mon. It's time to eat.”
Dan blinked away the last vestiges of sleep and looked up at Peggy. “Okay, honey. What time is it?”
“A little after five. I've got to be at the theater at seven, so I thought we'd eat early. Okay?”
He was astonished at her agreeable attitude as he swung his feet to the floor and sat up to rub his eyes. He'd been positive it would take much talk and persuasion to get her to forget his grievous mistake. Now she acted as though it had never happened, and he couldn't quite understand it.
“Sure, baby. Let me go slap some cold water on my face, and I'll be right with you. Is Jo getting up?”
“Yeah. She's setting the table right now.”
When he reached the kitchen, the girls were already seated, Jo dressed in a pink quilted housecoat with her hair tied back in a pony tail. He took his place and began dishing up their plates. “Feeling any better, Jo?”
“Uh huh. Lots. But I still don't think I should go with Peg tonight. I'll just stay here and watch some TV. Are you going to wait around there?”
“No. I'll drop her off and come right back. I don't want to leave you alone too long.”
They chatted about the play and the other actors during the meal, neither girl making any mention of what had occurred during the day, for which Dan was thankful. It was nearly six when they were through, and the youngsters cleared the table and stacked the dishes next to the sink.
“You go on and get ready, Peg,” Jo said. “I'll take care of these. Let me see how you look before you go.”
“Thanks, kid. Dad, will you help me for a minute?”
“Sure.” It was evident to him that Peg hadn't said anything to her sister as he followed her down the hall to his room, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It would have meant disaster if she had. He closed the door and waited while she peeled off her clothes, then went to the dresser for Alice's black panties.
“I sure hope they fit,” Peg said, facing him as she stooped over to step into the mesh bikinis with a satin crotch. Her huge tits swayed and slapped together as she wiggled into them, and when she had them up on her hips, she looked sexier than ever. “Will you wrap me up, now?”
He nodded, picked up the roll of gauze, and sat down on the bed. When she came over to stand in front of him with her long drooping nipples aimed at his mouth, he struggled to resist an impulse to cover them with his lips and suck on them. Instead, he set about tying her lush tits down briskly, pretending to pay no attention to her gorgeous globes.
“Okay, that's it,” he said after pinning the strip in place. “Go get your clothes on and we're ready to go.”
“Thanks, Daddy. I'll be out in a minute.”
Dan waited in the living room, and when Peggy came out of the kitchen after saying goodbye to Jo, he let her lead the way to the car. There was a leaden silence between them as he threaded his way through traffic that neither one of them wanted particularly to break. When they pulled up in front of the theater, Dan twisted around and put his arm on the back of the seat.
“Peggy, about this afternoon, I…”
“Let's not talk about it, okay? I've got to get inside. Wish me luck.”
“Break a leg, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the cheek, then she opened the door and was gone.
On the drive home, the illusion of both girl's naked bodies flitted through his mind. There had been hope for him before, when all he did was dream about having a tender virgin cunt in bed with him and screwing a young untouched twat until she begged for more, but now his dreams had turned into an impossible nightmare that was entangling him like a web of chains.
By the time he reached the house, his prick was hard and pushing at his fly.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was getting dark when Dan parked the car in the driveway and sat there waiting for his erection to go down. The lights were on in the living room, and the drapes were pulled. Thinking of Jo in there alone made him uneasy. What if he lost control again? It was certainly possible, the way things were going. After what he had done to Peggy, he felt as though he was a sexual time bomb, ready to explode at a moments notice.
By the time he got out and locked the car, he had made up his mind not to let anything happen that would even remotely suggest of sex that evening, and to keep as far away from his daughter as he could. One carnal mishap was enough, and his conscience wouldn't stand another.
Jo was sitting placidly in a chair when he went in, watching television with her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was barefoot, and the short housecoat barely reached her knees. He nodded to her, went into the kitchen to mix a highball, then headed for his room to change into his robe. As long as he didn't dwell on Jo's mind-blowing body, he stood a good chance of being able to spend the evening in peace.
“Good show?” he asked when he went back to join her.
“Uh huh, but it's almost over. There's a better one coming on next. It's a movie. I can't think of the name of it, but it's super.”
He dropped into his chair and lit a cigarette, propping one ankle on the other knee and leaning back in comfort. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was relax his besieged brain in the serenity of his home.
“Peg almost looked like a little girl tonight, didn't she?” Jo asked when the commercial was on.
She had turned her head in his direction at the same time, and a tight spasm seized her chest. With his leg cocked up the way it was, she could see right into his crotch. In the dim light coming from the screen, she was able to make out his genitals that were nestled between his thighs.
A short stubby projection was laying across his crinkly sack, but because everything was covered with a thick mat of dark curls, all she could see was the smooth oddly shaped tip of the shriveled fingerlike thing. It didn't seem conceivable that it was the same pole that had stood out so fiercely earlier and had pushed his tiny cotton pouch so far away from his body.
Dan wasn't looking at her as he flicked an ash off. “Yeah, she sure did. I hope it comes off all right. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to her.”