My sister,my sex slave(8)

The telephone rang and Norma blinked in surprise. They had no friends who knew their number and she couldn't imagine who would be calling. She answered the telephone and found out that her landlord was calling her. He wouldn't take no for an answer, it seemed.

"Hello, young lady," he said. "This is Lennie Burke, your landlord. I understand that Mark was unable to persuade you to stop in and visit me. I wish you would change your mind."

She was impressed by the way he sounded. She liked his deep voice and the charm and consideration that his tone and words expressed.

"We will be glad to stop in and say hello, Mr. Burke," Norma said. "I told the young man that I couldn't come right then. He was insistent

He laughed at that. "I'm afraid that Mark is rarely insistent," he said. "He and his brother, Leslie, are very docile. Carol and I are very pleased to have them living with us."

His voice changed and became rather crisp. "I wondered, Miss Walton, if you would like a job? I was told that you have a job, but there is a great deal of work here that I thought you and your sister might want to do. It would pay well and you could be a big help to me. Would you consider it?"

"What kind of work, Mr. Burke?" she asked.

"I think you'd have to come and see what I have in mind. Do stop in as soon as you can. You sound so nice and young, I would very much like to meet you and your sister. I'll be expecting you. Good-bye."

He was gone before she had a chance to refuse his job or anything else. Lily was staring at her with a bright, inquisitive look. Norma hung up the telephone and she sat down again. Her coffee had grown cold but she didn't mind. She sipped it anyway. She lit a cigarette and when Lily reached for the pack she felt a moment of regret. She wished that Lily wouldn't smoke. She was much too young to smoke, but whenever she said anything, Lily was quick to point out that Norma was only a few years older. Two years actually, and regardless of whether she looked to be twenty or not, she was only fifteen.

She watched Lily handle the cigarette and,he way she inhaled and held the smoke in her lungs suggested that Lily had been smoking for,quite a while. She wondered about Lily and drugs but she didn't ask. She was afraid of what her little sister might say.

"So, let's go see the guy," Lily said.

Norma shrugged and then while Lily got into -''me clothes, she sipped another cup of coffee and smoked another cigarette. She was quite impressed by Lily's prettiness when the younger girl finished dressing. Lily had brushed her long blonde hair till it shone like molten gold and she had a touch of lipstick on her mouth, a,.alter concealed most of her breasts and she as wearing a pair of hot pink hotpants. They were much too short, much too revealing. Norma could see every fold of sexual flesh between Lily's legs and wondered if Lily knew that she was showing so much. She must have, because she pulled her shorts down and then she gave Norma a crooked grin.

They walked to the big house and when they knocked on the back door a beautiful brunette opened the door and made them welcome. "Hello," the brunette said. "I am Carol. Do come in."

They stepped into a large, gleaming kitchen and Carol waved toward a breakfast nook where a smiling young man sat, sipping coffee in front of a big plate of toast.

"This is Lennie, your landlord," Carol said. She had a slow, sexy smile and sparkling white teeth, long hair and big brown eyes. She was very beautiful and the hotpants outfit she was wearing made her look even prettier. Norma gave Lennie her hand and she matched his smile. Lily shook hands with him, too. Carol put cups out for them and poured coffee for everybody.

Lennie was admiring her, Norma knew, and he liked Lily, too. He was a very nice-looking guy, probably in his late twenties. He had bright, alert, brown eyes and a nice smile, and short, curly brown hair. His hands were white and she didn't think they had ever done any hard work.

"I am glad to have tenants in the guest house," Lennie said, "and now that I see how pretty you two are, I am delighted to have you for tenants. How old are you, Norma?"

"Nineteen," Norma said. She didn't look him in the eye and she was sure that he did not believe her.

"You might get away with that elsewhere," Lennie said, smiling, "but not with me. You don't have any reason to lie to us. Now, how old are you?"

Lily betrayed her. "Norma is only fifteen and I am thirteen. Our mother got killed in an accident so Norma is looking after me while I finish school."

Carol was regarding both of them with a friendly, brown-eyed stare. "What about your schooling?" she asked Norma.

"I've had it with school," Norma said. "I don't want any more."