My sister,my sex slave(12)

She sat up in her bed and lit a cigarette and when she heard a tapping on her door, she clutched her pajama top and made sure that she was quite properly dressed.

Carol came into her room. She was wearing a big smile and an old faded robe. She had a pot of coffee and some toast on a tray. She set the tray on the night stand and Norma felt good when she saw that there were two cups.

Carol said, "I got us both some coffee. How did you sleep?"

Norma knew that she was blushing and she hated herself for being so vulnerable. She told Carol that she had not slept too well.

"I don't think I want any more of that wine," she said, grimly. "I had some very wild dreams. Awful dreams. I did all sorts of hideous things. It was really terrible."

"I know," Carol said. "I had awful dreams, too. But, I think that I can enjoy it all. I mean, I know that it is a dream and no one will ever know the terrible things I have been doing in my dreams so I get a kick out of it. Don't you?"

"Oh, lord no," Norma said. "I am very reserved and frigid, I guess. I know the boys all said that when I was going to school. I don't know why I am the way I am, but there isn't anything that I can do about it."

"That's a shame," Carol said. She sipped her coffee and then she helped herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. "It is very early. Everyone else is asleep. I woke up and I just thought that you might be awake, too, so I brought us some coffee. Are you going to start on your new job today?"

"I don't know," Norma said. She was suddenly very uncomfortable, aware that the details of the night were much too distinct and she could not erase the memories from her mind. She was very disorganized and upset and she wished that Carol would go away and leave her so that she could rid her mind of the dreams and the bits and pieces that still lingered in her brain. She stared at the lovely brunette and she remembered that she had dreamed that Carol was naked in her bed and she had been appalled when she saw the hairless pelvis, the tiny little mole that was on the bald pubis, just above the delicately sculptured cleft of girl flesh that was the very beginning of Carol's sex.

"I have to go," she said, almost plaintively.

"So go," Carol said. "The bathroom for this suite is right there.

Just open that door. Didn't you know?"

Norma shook her head. "No," she said. "I haven't used it yet."

She pushed the covers down and then she got out of bed and she stood for a moment on legs that were suddenly weak. Carol was standing beside the bed, watching her. She lit another cigarette and smiled at Norma as she started for the private bathroom that was part of her new suite. Norma was very worried about things, not at all sure that she had dreamed the wild nightmare sex games after all.

She was busy in the bathroom for a long time, and she was hoping that Carol would have left her by the time she got back into bed. Finally, she did return to her bedroom and she was alone. There was some coffee in the pot and she poured that for herself. Then she settled back in the bed, and as she thought further about her vivid dreams and the awful things that she had done during the night, she knew that it had to be just a dream.

After all, she just wasn't that type of girl.





CHAPTER THREE




Norma dressed in slacks, blouse and sandals. She intended to begin doing the work that she had been hired for, but when she got downstairs she smelled the enticing fragrances of bacon and coffee and she found Lennie and Carol in the kitchen.

"Hi," Lennie said, with his charming grin. "Sit down and have some breakfast. We've got lots of eggs and bacon and coffee. And I want to talk with you."

She smiled at him, shyly, and when she sat down and looked at his nice, friendly face she knew that her dreams had been nothing but that. Lennie was much too nice to do the things that her wild imagination had thought up. Carol was smiling as she watched Lennie's admiring gaze practically devouring Norma.

"It is fantastic," he said, apologetically. "You are so lovely it is incredible."

His admiration embarrassed her and she was glad when he turned his attention to other matters. She ate and he explained something of what he had in mind to her.

"This place is loaded with pictures that are originals and worth a great deal of money. My uncle was a very wealthy man and he put a great deal of money into possessions. Now I am faced with the task of cataloguing everything and disposing of it.

"What I would like you to do is to locate the most valuable stuff and identify it for us so that we may dispose of it. In the den you will find all sorts of catalogues so the work is really a matter of you finding the most expensive pieces and pointing them out to us. Do you think that you can do that?"