It wasn't until she opened her eyes and screamed that I realized it wasn't Elly's hand but someone else's.
I stopped pumping and glanced up in cold horror, thinking it must be my dad or mom.
Mrs. Devine stood there, one titty hanging out, her hand still on my butt, her eyes glazed, her hair badly mussed.
She looked to be as drunk as could be.
"Hi, kid," she said thickly. "Your sister told Basil you two were here all alone, so I thought I'd pay you a visit I see," – here she grinned drunkenly – "you're being nice to your kid sister."
Elly just screamed, again and again.
CHAPTER NINE
I reached down and pulled the sheet up over Elly and me and Mrs. Devine had to pull her hand away in order for me to do this, which was one reason I did it. Elly kept on screaming until I told her to cool it, which she did, strangely enough. I glanced at her and saw the look of horror, or whatever it was in her eyes. She had been caught with her brother and I knew that was how she was thinking. I told her to cool it again and pulled my dingus out as carefully as possible so Mrs. Devine couldn't see me, though I didn't really care if she did or not. Having her here made me suddenly very hot. I mean very hot, not just so-so hot as I had been before.
"The front door was wide open," Mrs. Devine explained, her voice not quite as thick now, "so I walked right in. Hope you kids aren't angry."
"You'd better get out of here, lady," Elly said indignantly. "Who told you you could just walk right in our house?"
"Take it easy, Elly. Mrs. Devine knew our folks weren't home. She hasn't done anything to… Hurt us."
"I don't care. She makes me mad, walking in on… us this way."
Mrs. Devine smiled strangely, glanced down at her exposed breast and tucked it back inside of her dress. "I'm sorry you are mad, honey. I guess you have a right to be. Truth is," – here her speech seemed to get a bit thick again – "truth is, I'm rather drunk. Hope you'll forgive me, you two."
"It's okay," I said hastily. "Where's Basil?"
"He's – er – at the house sleeping it off."
Elly surprised hell out of me then. "Tommy," she said. "Let's all go down to her house."
"Huh?" I said stupidly. "What for?"
"She wants to see Basil, Tommy," Mrs. Devine told me. Turning to Elly, she said, "Am I right?"
Elly didn't answer her, so I spoke. "This Basil, is he your boy friend, Mrs. Devine?" I admit I was just a bit jealous until she answered me.
"Basil," she said thickly, "is my older brother."
I felt better immediately and grinned at her. "Shall we all go down to your house, Mrs. Devine?"
She bit her lips. "Okay, if you two promise to keep very quiet about it."
"We promise, don't we Elly?" I asked my sister.
Her eyes were wild with excitement now. "Sure, Mrs. Devine. We won't tell our folks or anyone." Elly paused. "I'm sorry I spoke to you like I did a minute ago."
"That's all right, Elly. Is that your name – Elly?"
"Yes, Ma'am. That's right. I guess I was pretty rude to you."
"Mrs. Devine," I said, breaking into their little conversation, "you told me that if Basil… caught me with you, he'd beat me up. That's what you said. How come it's okay now for me to come to your house?"
"For both of you to come, Tommy," she said, correcting me. "That makes it different, you see. Basil… well, he likes your sister very much."
"Oh, I see. Elly's pretty young, you know." Mrs. Devine brushed her dark hair out of her eyes. (She really looked like she'd been sleeping for twelve hours and had just gotten up.) "How about it, Elly? Think you're too young to come to my house and share a party with us?"
"Of course I'm not," Elly said, looking indignant. "I've been there before."
"All right," I said. "That settles it. We'll have to leave before dawn comes up, Mrs. Devine. We don't want any of the neighbors seeing Elly and me leaving."
"That's right, Tommy… Good thinking. I'll see to it that you're gone before daylight."
I figured if she got any drunker than she was she wouldn't be able to even see daylight let alone seeing to it that Elly and I were gone from the house, but of course I didn't say anything like this to her. I'm not crazy. I bounded out of bed scarcely realizing I was naked and started to pull on my clothing, Mrs. Devine, however, wasn't looking at me, I noticed, but at Elly, who also bounded out of bed and ran from the room, telling us she'd be right back, dressed and ready to go.
"I can remember when I was Elly's age," Mrs. Devine said strangely. "Basil and I used to have great fun then." She sighed and I saw her chin quiver and her eyes water.
"We can have fun tonight, Mrs. Devine. Don't cry."
She sniffed. "Who's crying?"
"I just meant that… come on, boy, get dressed," she told me, her tone changing to one of authority again, just the way it had been when I had first met her. "We're wasting time talking here."
I got dressed and so did Elly and we all left the house through the rear door so no one on the street could see us together. We walked as quietly as we could through the back yards of the two houses between our place and Mrs. Devine's. I had to help Mrs. Devine because she kept stumbling all over the joint the way adults do when they walk in dark, strange places; don't ask me why. We arrived at Mrs. Devine's rear door and went up the steps and into the house. She had a dim light on in the front room, but you couldn't really see much. I did see something, however – Basil was lying naked on the sofa. Elly saw him, too, and I heard her gasp just as if she were delighted to see him that way, which she probably was, I don't know.
Mrs. Devine pinched my arm. "Come into my bedroom, Tommy, and leave Elly out here with my brother."
I turned to Elly. "That okay with you, Elly?"
"Y-Yes," she said softly. "You go in the room with her. Me, I'm gonna have some fun with Basil." She walked over to where the man lay and I saw her reach down and do something with his peter.
I laughed and looked quickly at Mrs. Devine, but she was already walking toward the door of another room, her bedroom, I guessed. I followed her and she turned on another dim light – one in the bedroom, of course. She then motioned for me to enter the room, but I was already inside and she saw this and smiled and began to strip off her clothing until she was naked.
"You must be in a hurry," I said, grinning. She laughed strangely. "I'm taking a bath first, Tommy. Come." She crooked her finger and I followed her to another doorway. She stepped into the bathroom – I could see it was a bathroom even though there was no light in the room – and turned on the shower. She tested it in a way that made me think she might not be as drunk as she seemed. Funny thing about her. One minute she would appear to be loaded and then she would do something real sensible that made me wonder just how loaded she was. Well, anyway, she stepped under the water and began to shiver, so I guessed she was taking a cold one to sober up – I heard that adults do this quite often, though I had never been drunk, so I didn't know if it worked.
"Come here, Tommy, I want you to wash my body for me. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, lapsing back into the use of that term.
She paid no attention to it this time but handed me a washcloth. "Put a little soap on it, Tommy, and wash me good. I feel awful…" but she did not complete the sentence, so I didn't know if she felt awful or awful dirty.
"I better take my clothes off first," I told her.