My sister,my sex slave(43)

"I hate to wear pants," Carol said. "They are always so restricting. Too, they always rub my crotch raw."

Norma did not want to discuss Carol's liking for going around without underwear. She put the package of cigarettes down on the carpeting and she stood up, trembling, frightened and very much distressed by the thoughts that were going through her mind. She remembered the chair that turned into a couch when you pressed a hidden button and she remembered many things that had been well hidden, or at least, dormant, in her mind.

Carol was watching her, and she could tell that the brunette was aware of her agitation. Carol smiled at her and she puffed on her cigarette a moment later and then blew the smoke toward the ceiling.

"You look upset, dear," Carol said. "What's the matter?"

Norma was too worked up to dissemble. "I have been having some awful dreams since I moved into this house," Norma said. "At least, I thought that they were dreams, but now I'm not so sure."

Carol nodded her head understandingly. "It's that damned wine," she said. "It does the same thing to me. The things that happen to me in my dreams are horrible. Absolutely awful. I know exactly what you are talking about."

Norma went behind the big polished desk. She sat down in the black leather chair. She was trying to sort things out in her mind and she was not doing it very sensibly.

"I don't like mentioning such extremely personal things," Norma said, delicately, "but I couldn't help seeing your private area just now. And I noticed that you have a mole just above your uh, well, you know what I mean. I saw that same mole in my wild dreams. And, I saw that you were shaved down there, too. It was all in my dreams, just like it actually is. That is what has got me worried."

Carol laughed at her. "You have seen my crotch a dozen times, at least," Carol said. "I never wear pants when we are alone in the house anyway, and while we have been working, you have seen everything often. You probably just didn't pay an attention to it, that's all. After all, we are both girls. I've never paid any attention to you or the way you are made, but I'll bet that I have seen your privates often, too. So don't let it worry you."

Norma smiled and she nodded. When Carol explained it that way, it did seem reasonable. She remembered that the brunette was always sitting around with her legs apart and she must have looked without realizing what she was doing.

She put her cigarette out in the ornate ashtray on the desk and she was prepared to go through the rest of the house with Carol when the front door bell rang.

It was an unexpected sound and it startled both of them. Carol stood up, she shook her skirt into neatness and then she grinned at Norma.

"I'll go. It's probably a salesman."

Carol went off and Norma sat behind the desk, trying to decide about things. Carol's explanation was so glib, so specious, and she suspected that she wanted to accept it, and when she actually thought about it all in the broad light of day, Carol's explanation made sense. She shrugged and decided to try to forget it.

She lit another cigarette and stood, wondering just where Carol would want to begin plundering the rest of the house.

Carol came back into the library and she had an odd look on her face.

"He wants to see you," Carol said. "It's the truant officer chasing Lily. He wants to know why she hasn't been in school lately."

She stared at Carol, not comprehending this new development. The school authorities had no interest in Lily, or if they did, they had no idea where she might be at the moment. She went off to see the truant officer and she was not at all surprised to find Adam Wright standing at the front door. He winked at her and he smiled.

"Your little sister is a runaway," he said. "The school authorities asked me to locate her and get her back into school."

He spoke very loudly, for the benefit of any who might be listening. Then he spoke to Norma in a tone that was almost a whisper.

"I love the way you keep dates," he said. "I waited for most of the night."

Norma leaned forward as he did, too, and then she kissed him quickly, almost chastely.

"I slept right through," she said. "I think they gave me something to keep me asleep. I don't know why."

Loudly, she said, "My sister has been ill, but she will be in school again within a week. Will that be satisfactory?"

He grinned at her and while he spoke loudly to her, he reached out and cupped her lush breasts in his palms. She gasped in surprise and then she moaned with pleasure, and her whole being became involved in a sudden sensuality. He squeezed the firm, young flesh in his fingers and when she shivered and whimpered, he let her go.