Her breath came in loud rasping pants as the dark-haired older girl watched Cliff's thick cock disappear first up her sister's cunt then up her anal passage as he began to alternate his strokes in an accelerating charge toward orgasm. June had never dreamed such pleasure — such excitement — could exist… certainly it was a far cry from the feeble response she had felt when Cliff was actually fucking her! "Oooohhh," she moaned to herself as the sharp edge of her fingernail bit into the tender flesh of her rectum. "Oooooh, it huuurts so good!"
"Cum!" Tiffany suddenly rasped out. "Oh Cliff, cuuummm! I'm cuuummmiiinnggg!"
"Where? Where should I cum?" Cliff taunted the frenetic girl, continuing to drive alternately in and out of her tightly clasping cunt and anus with furious strokes that jolted the naked young blonde's body.
"I don't caaarrre. Theerrrree! God, I'm thheeerrree!" Tiffany wailed, locking her arms and legs around him and grinding her convulsing little pussy up against him to hold him buried to the hilt in her cunt.
"Shheeee-iiiittt!" Cliff groaned, and June could see his whole body jerk and shudder as his heated sperm pelted up out of his swollen balls and spurted deep up inside her sister's vagina. She knew what it felt like, she could feel it herself… almost feel it… almost… almost! Then the thrilling feeling was abruptly gone, snuffed out like a light…
On the bright floor the two obscenely collapsed bodies lay motionless, gleaming with sweat in the brilliant sunlight. June drew her two hands like dead weights from her panties and smoothed down her skirt. What had she almost done? What had those two vile horrid creatures on the floor almost made her do? Oh God!
Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a violent paroxysm of hatred and revulsion, and she strode out onto the sunny porch like an avenging fury, tossing her heavy mane of black hair and raising both of her clenched fists above them as if to stroke the two lewdly entwined naked people dead on the spot.
"What are you doing!" she screamed hysterically. "Stop it! Stop it!"
Cliff and Tiffany stared up with glazed, passion-dulled eyes, their two spent bodies still glued together in orgiastic union. Finally, Cliff twisted his head and looked up at June's wrathful face.
"Oh oh," he said sheepishly, slowly pushing himself off Tiffany's inert young body. Tiffany stared up at her sister for a long moment with an unfathomable expression in her eyes. Was it triumph… scorn… or merely indifference? June couldn't tell.
"Go to your room!" she ordered the young girl imperiously. "And you!" She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and her voice dripped utter loathing as she faced Cliff, coldly looking his naked body over from head to toe without missing his now shriveled, helpless-looking penis… "Get out of here. I never want to see you again!"
Cliff jumped up and began to hastily put on his clothes, but Tiffany insolently took her time gathering up her panties, mini-dress and sandals, which were apparently all she had been wearing when the debauch began. In spite of her anger, June caught herself scanning her sister's body with curiosity because she hadn't really seen it naked for five years. The year after their mother's death, the two girls had slept together in the same bed and been very close. Then one night there had been a scene. June had awakened to find her little sister, who was then only twelve, feverishly fingering herself up between her legs. She had admonished the young girl severely, telling her that masturbation was a sin. But you do it, the child had cried. June denied this furiously because even though she did occasionally make herself cum to relieve nervous tension, she had certainly never done it where Tiffany could see her. Yes you do, the child had insisted doggedly. You only pretend you're asleep! Since then, there had been no intimacy between the two girls and they had grown steadily farther and farther apart. With a sinking feeling of guilt, June realized that, until this afternoon, she hadn't had the faintest idea of what kind of life Tiffany led. She had innocently assumed that her sister was still a virgin as she had been at that age. A virgin! Not this proud young animal impudently strutting her sexuality in front of them both.
"I said go to your room, Tiffany!" June repeated, controlling herself with difficulty.
Tiffany ignored her. "Bye, Cliff," she said huskily. "See you tomorrow."
"Oh no you won't!" June corrected her fiercely.
"Oh yes I will. If I want to," the slender blonde-haired teenager replied airily as she strolled still stark naked into the darkened parlor. Cliff was dressed by then and was heading for the screen door of the porch. Probably the way he had sneaked in, June thought. God, they hadn't even been able to wait to get upstairs to Tiffany's room. Anybody could have come along the shortcut behind the house and seen them.
Cliff hesitated uncertainly at the door before turning around. "June… I…" he stammered, trying to meet her outraged stare.
"Get out!" she interrupted him sharply. "And, if you ever see Tiffany again, I'll have the police on you. She's not eighteen, you know."
His manner changed instantly from meekness to arrogance. "That would make a juicy scandal, wouldn't it?" he sneered contemptuously. "It might upset your poor father. In fact, it might even put him in his grave if he knew that the apple of his eye, his darling little daughter Tiffany, has been fucking like a mink ever since she was fourteen years old. And not only that. She had the reputation of being the best cock-sucker in Laketon High, and I can tell you from personal experience, baby, that she does a beautiful job. You should watch her some time. You could use a few lessons in the sex department, you know, June dear. Well, see you at the office tomorrow." He opened the door, strode nonchalantly across the yard and disappeared through a gap in the hedge.
Of all the horrible disgusting filth he had spilled out about her sister one word kept ringing in June's ears… Watch… "You should watch her some time," he had said.
"Ju-uune…? Is that you?" a quavering voice called faintly from upstairs. June started guiltily. She had forgotten all about her father.
"Yes Daddy, I'm coming," she called up. She rushed into the kitchen and feverishly washed her hands, but, when she sniffed them after drying them, it seemed to her she could still smell the faint pungent odor of her rectum lingering on her left index finger. She felt that she would never be able to hold up her head and look decent people squarely in the eye again after the terrible thing she had done that afternoon.
The next three months were hell for June Wright. Her sister ran away to New York with Cliff Farrow and June had to put up with, not only the constant querulous complaints of her father who blamed her for Tiffany's flight, accusing her of having always been too strict with the younger girl, but also with the hypocritical condolences of her friends and colleagues at Chisolm Realty. All that was nothing, however, compared to the secret inner torment she was going through as a result of that awful afternoon which haunted her dreams at night and obsessed her thoughts during the day.
In fact, when Cliff and Tiffany ran away — it was about two weeks after she had caught them on the porch — June felt more relieved than anything else.
At least, she told herself, she wouldn't have to silently suffer Cliff's knowing smirks at the office any longer, or Tiffany's haughty impudence at home. Because, of course, Cliff had been right when he said they would go on seeing each other. She couldn't run the risk of making a scandal which sooner or later would reach her father's ears. With his delicate heart condition, it might very well kill him, as Cliff had said.
So in the morning she found the deliberately cruel and brief little note saying she'd gone to New York to look for a job, June's first reaction was to thank God, and when she learned later in the day that Cliff had gone with her sister, she sighed good riddance to bad rubbish. With both of them out of the way she hoped that she would at last be able to forget what they had done and what she had done on that sunny July afternoon when she had so innocently come home from work.