My sister,my sex slave(7)

She was weak when it was all over and she was ashamed of her venality, her quick surrender to erotic excitement. She would have to ignore such inclinations in the future. She would have to set a good example for Lily who was a child in many ways: not yet sixteen, and filled with all of the sexual drives that had destroyed her mother, and Norma would not tolerate that kind of a life for either of them.

Joyce was dead now and all of the evil yearnings that had been a part of Joyce and her hedonistic attitudes would be dead, too. Norma knew that she was not going to be involved with sexual matters, not the way that she was made. She was quite willing to believe that she could become excited sexually, perhaps she had sat in the bath water for too long and that had aroused her. She did not know what had activated her glands and her senses but she would certainly make sure that it did not happen again.

She had Lily to look after. Norma had a job and a future and she was not going to take any chances.

She had no interest at all in love.





CHAPTER TWO




Dressed in shorts and a halter, Norma went into the kitchen and began fixing breakfast. She looked in on Lily and stood for a moment or two in the doorway looking at her pretty little sister in bed. Lily's nightie clung to her chest and she could practically see the sharp little breasts. hey were like two large halves of lemons, standing out on the immature ribcage. Norma turned away quickly, alarmed by the warmth beginning to burn in her loins. It upset her to realize that she was being affected by the beauty of her own sisters chest! That was ridiculous.

Lily's lissome young legs were clearly limned beneath the thin covers on the bed and Norma was amazed by the simple allure of the young girl's shapely legs and grown-up thighs. Lily's cute little butt was almost visible and Norma smiled as she remembered the bewitching curves of the young buttocks.

Lily was really a glowing, radiant little. blonde bombshell and Norma was not really able to scold or control her. She loved Lily and she wanted only the very best for her.

Norma was still busy with breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell shattered the early morning silence. She opened the door and a handsome young man with long blond hair was standing on the back porch. He smiled at her and she was amazed at the quality of femininity he seemed to exude.

"Hello," he said, "my name is Mark, and I live in the big house. Lennie asked me to invite you and your sister to the big house and meet all of us. Lennie is the guy who owns the place. He and Carol live in the big house and my brother, Leslie, and I live with them."

"Oh," Norma said, a bit unnerved by the boy's frank and admiring stare. He was very young. She learned later that he and his twin brother were not quite seventeen.

She was tempted to invite the boy in for coffee but remembered Lily was not yet awake and might get up and wander around in her night things and that would not be too good. Norma gave the boy a big smile and explained that her sister was still sleeping. But, perhaps they could stop in and visit a bit later.

"Lennie wants to see you now," the boy said. He was quite insistent and his attitude suggested that the king had summoned her and she had better report in immediately or else…"I'm sorry," she said. "Lennie will just haveto wait. We pay our rent and I don't feel that anything else is required of us."

"Suit yourself," the young man said. He turned around and stepped off the porch and she watched him as he walked the long pathway that stretched off into a small copse and led to the big house in the distance.

When she went back into the kitchen she found Lily awake and busy with a bowl of cereal. She said hi and Lily said hi and then she sat down to have a cup of coffee with her little sister. Lily sat back in her chair and stretched her arms behind her back and the oversized lemons on her chest stuck straight out and Norma wondered if they were beginning to grow more than they should. They seemed to be much bigger than she had supposed. She smiled as she realized that her little sister was growing up in many ways; Norma would have to accept that.

Lily stood up and she put her empty bowl into the sink. She took a deep breath and then she turned to smile radiantly at Norma.

"Who was the groovy guy on the porch?" Lily asked.

"The people who live in the big house are home now and the big wheel wants us to stop in and see him," Norma explained.

"We'll do it, too," Lily said. "I kind of liked that boy."

Norma snorted. "His hair is longer and prettier than yours," she said. "I wouldn't be surprised to see him wearing earrings."

Lily gave her a funny stare. "I just liked him," she said. "I wasn't thinking about getting married to him. He just seemed to be very nice and very good-looking."