"You bastard! You rotten bastard cousin!" Jenny pulled him by his shorts across to the couch. "Do you think this is a whorehouse, you moronic hick? I didn't invite you to turn the place into a brothel."
Jenny had waited two hours for Hugh to come home, furious that he had probably brought his drunken surfie friends home with their scruffy little surfie girls, her fury building up to boiling point at having to wait for him. There was no vodka left and the couch showed evidence of someone having made it with a whore during her period. "Look at that," she cried, shoving Hugh to the couch.
"Aw, lay off, Jen," he whined. "I didn't know she was a virgin."
"Don't give me that, you oaf."
"It happened like thish," he slurred. "I met this sexy little American dish and she practically raped me. The mosht beautiful bird I've seen in a long time. I'm crazy about her, absholutely crazy about her." Hugh flopped down on the couch. "Give us a kish, Jenny. I want to give you… a kish of life…" With that he passed out snoring on the couch.
Jenny stood back to look at him. She couldn't help smiling now, sympathetic for his drunken state, knowing herself what it was like to sometimes get hopelessly stoned out of her mind. Hugh is such a big bumbling kid she mused, one of the few men I actually admire physically. But what a child, mentally. They swam together whenever she went to Brisbane on a modeling job and he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on the lips she enjoyed the warmth of his caress. Yes, decidedly, she liked kissing cousin Hugh. Once she had thought of seducing him, when he was about fourteen years old, a beautiful long-limbed youth with a shock of sandy hair, bright blue eyes and a very sensual mouth.
Jenny knelt down to lift his legs onto the couch. He was too big for her to carry into his bedroom. She decided to leave him there, passed out with a beautific smile on his face. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth and slid her hand down, pulling open his shirt and feeling down to his cock. Hugh was completely unconscious, breathing deeply and steadily like a child. Jenny opened his fly and pulled out his slack cock and kissed it, too. She left him like that, asleep with his cock hanging out of his white trousers, and went to her bedroom wondering what he would say in the morning if she invited him to sleep with her. Kerry, her roommate was still away with her folks in the country and would be for another month. The only problem was, would Hugh want her? He seemed to be quite gone on this young American bird… perhaps they could make a threesome, if the girl was attractive enough…
Hugh's plan was going to be popular with everyone, it seemed. He explained it to Jenny over breakfast, she in a mini-skirt, he in shorts as the February sun heated the bay of buildings on Bondi's seafront. First of all he showed her the color print of Linda made with the Polaroid camera. He was in love with her, he said untruthfully, trying to win Jenny's support, but he didn't think Linda would see him again because she was such a damn snob.
"She thinks our family ain't good enough for her," he explained, but he knew she cared for him and if he could only get her back to the apartment for awhile she'd get over that superiority complex. Would Jenny ask her around so that she could lend her the surfboard, he asked.
"Sure," said Jenny, "why not?" She was trying not to show how aroused she was by the ravishing – and ravished – blonde nymphet in the photo. "Why ever not? This photo will bring her back," she laughed, thinking to herself that the girl should be a little more careful about where she put on airs about being superior to others. Her mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously innocent young girl's legs spread-eagled to show her cruelly violated crevice gleaming wetly.
"There's another thing," remarked Hugh. "She told me about seeing her old man being sucked off by her mother. A little hint about that might go a long way!"
Jenny leaned back in her chair, half-shocked at his crudity yet all the same amused. "There's something very crude about you, Hugh. You know what? I fancy you a bit myself, sometimes. Don't get worked up about it though. Save yourself for this peach. I'm ten years older than her, getting past my prime." She was two years older than that, he knew, but then she didn't look more than twenty-one. She was tall, slim, dark-eyed with short black hair like a cap over her perfect head. She walked with the grace of a mannequin and spoke with a lazy drawl that most of Hugh's friends took to be an insolent manner. It wasn't. They simply bored her and she spoke carelessly to them, as if they were children. She was going along with what she knew was an elaborate plan of seduction because she was bored and she liked the idea of an orgy. She was in the mood for something like that.
"Phone her now, Hugh," she suggested. "It's after ten."
Hugh phoned the number Linda's father had given him. There was no reply. He tried at eleven and again at midday. No answer. Sight-seeing, he supposed. He tried again at two, at three, and she finally answered at four. He had only been to the beach once since he'd been here, and he regretted the loss of another perfect day.
"Hello Linda, this is Hugh," he said, using his polite accent.
Linda had expected his call. She had left decisions up in the air, had gone with her parents on a ferry ride across the harbor to Manly, had walked around the new Opera House and inspected the Botanical Gardens. She'd hoped he wouldn't phone in case his voice brought on another surge of shameful passion. Surprising herself, she remained cool and collected when she heard his voice.
"Hello," she replied.
"Thought you might like to shoot a breaker. How about popping down to the beach? Jenny's here and says you can use her board anytime you like."
"I don't think we should meet again. Thank your cousin for me. I'm sorry, Hugh, but I don't want to see you again," she replied not unpleasantly.
"Don't hang up," Hugh said hurriedly. "You know you're very photogenic."
"Wha… what do you mean?" she faltered.
"I took a photo of you last night – if you don't believe me, count the frames left. And another thing: would you like me to tell your old man that you think your mother's a low, common, cock-sucking bitch?"
Linda slammed the phone down and rushed to her room, flung herself on the bed, stifling a scream in her pillow. The beast! The lowdown rotten beast! How could he do such a thing?
Her father hearing the slamming of the phone came knocking on her door. "Are you all right, Linda?"
Quickly she composed herself, tearful that he'd walk into the room. "Yes, Daddy, perfectly all right. I dropped the phone, that's all." She held her breath tight, hoping that her father wouldn't open the door and see her tear-stained face.
"Be a little more careful next time. By the way, who was on the line?"
In a panic she could think of no way out. "Oh, it was Hugh. You know, the life saver. He wants me to go surfing with him." The door began to open. "Don't come in, Daddy. I'm changing into my bikini."
"Well, have a good time, Princess, and don't forget your key this time. Your mother and I are going downtown to meet the Dowlings, more oil talk. We'll be back before dinner."
"Okay, Daddy, see you later." Soon she heard the front door close. She felt trapped, absolutely trapped, with no one to turn to for help. Then the phone rang again.
"Hello," said a girl's voice. "Is that Linda?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jenny, Hugh's cousin. I thought you might be lonely and would like to come over for a chat. I believe you know the address. Hugh's gone down to the beach and if you like we could join him there… take the board and try to catch a long one."
She sounded nice on the phone, a soft, well-modulated voice and very friendly.