Bestiality and a Young Girl(28)

From now on she would be very careful. She also had to keep James from ever seeing her again. Having him suspect was one thing, but if he ever caught her again, there was no telling what he would do then. Vicky suddenly felt the need to be respectable, and that included having James think well of her also.

No one must ever know about what I do, she thought, thinking of all the people who knew already. There was Chris and that man in the woods, whoever he was. Then there was Phil and Jack, and of course, Tom. James was the only other person who knew, but already there were too many people on the list. She didn't want to add any more names if she could help it.

She looked at the small clock over the bathtub and she saw that she had been in the tub an hour already. The water was still warm though, and she was tempted to stay right where she was. After all, what could she do once she got up? It was a long time till tonight. She had no reason in the world to rush.

Just then she thought she heard a noise right outside the door, and then she looked up just in time to see the door open. A tall young looking woman stepped into the room, closed the door behind her and sat on the toilet. The woman just sat there looking at Vicky, and Vicky just looked back at her.

The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, and she was extremely beautiful. More beautiful than Vicky could ever dream of becoming. She had red hair and her skin looked like it was a golden brown. Vicky couldn't tell if it was a tan or if that was her natural color. It might have been a little of both though.

It came to Vicky all of a sudden. This was Beatrice Nickles, James' younger sister. She was more beautiful than her picture, and she knew it. It was written all over her face, and in that expression that looked as if it was carved on her permanently. It was Beatrice who spoke first.

"I didn't really think you would be this young," she said. "Why you're not even twenty yet. James' last wife was twenty-six. You're almost ten years younger than she was."

"That's a point in my favor, don't you think?" Vicky said, trying to be more sophisticated than she was.

"That's possible," Beatrice said, smiling all of a sudden.

"We didn't expect you so soon," Vicky then spoke up. "We thought you might come tomorrow or the day after."

"I know. That's why I came today instead. I don't like being expected."

"Well, I don't like expecting people."

Beatrice had to laugh. "I think I'm going to like you. You sound just like I did at your age. Yes, I think you and I have a lot in common."

"We do? What makes you say that?"

Beatrice stopped laughing. "You have the look of a pervert about you and I like that. I have that same look, and I always have. Of course your perversions are probably different than mine."

Vicky smiled now. "And what are yours?"

"I'm sure James didn't mention to you how I had affairs with his last two wives," Beatrice said. "I'm sure that's the one since I didn't tell you. You see, I'm a lesbian, and I have been one since I was sixteen.

Well, I've been a practicing lesbian since I was sixteen. I'm sure I've been a lesbian since the day I was born. And what about you?"

"Well, I'm not a lesbian," Vicky spoke up.

"Not yet anyway," Beatrice then said.

"Were James' other wives lesbians?" Vicky then asked.

"Not at first," Beatrice replied. "They were like you in that respect.

They swore up and down that they would never have sex with another woman. Right up to the point where they had their tongue in my pussy."

"I don't remember swearing up and down that I would never have sex with another woman," Vicky then said.

Beatrice smiled more warmly now. "No, I guess you didn't. You also haven't told me what your pet perversions are either, and I'm dying to hear about them."

I'll just bet you are," Vicky said, raising one leg out of the water, and bending it at the knee.

"I think you're trying to seduce me," Beatrice said.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Vicky said, trying to sound as shocked as possible.

"Let's just say, I have a certain intuitive knowledge about these matters."

"You can say that if you want," Vicky said, "but it doesn't mean anything to me."

"Not yet it doesn't," Beatrice said, getting to her feet.

"Still want to hear about my pet perversions?" Vicky asked, lowering her leg back into the water.

"I'd rather show you mine right at the moment," Beatrice said, approaching the bathtub.

Vicky stood right up in the water. "You mean, practice them on me? I'm a married woman. And I happen to be married to your brother."

"That's all the better. It's all in the family."