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CHAPTER TWO

Wanda Harvey sighed as she stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. At least her sister, Wilma, was a good housekeeper. She was amazed that anyone as flighty as Wilma had settled down enough to keep a nice house, but the evidence was right in front of her eyes. The kitchen floor was clean and sparkling and there wasn't a speck of dust in the living room. Wanda had checked that out the moment Wilma and George had left to catch their plane. Thank goodness there really wasn't all that much for her to do, but she still was a little nervous about taking care of the children. Knowing Wilma and George, the two children would probably be a handful. There was no telling what kind of foolishness her sister- and brother-in-law had taught the two teenagers. Wanda just hoped that she'd be able to straighten them out and set them on the right path before Wilma and George got back.

Wanda frowned as her head throbbed again. Taking care of her niece and nephew wasn't her idea of an ideal vacation but she couldn't very well refuse when Wilma had asked her. Family was family, and blood was thicker than water, she reminded herself. She hadn't had any idea that Scott and Sally would be so noisy though. They were almost as bad as the class of third graders she taught during the school year.

"Good heavens!" Wanda sighed, pressing her hands to her temples tightly. She listened for a moment and then she grimaced as she realized that Scott had one station on his radio and Sally was listening to another. The mixture of the two rock stations were deafening but she supposed that normal teenagers acted this way. She just wasn't used to children this age. Of course she didn't want to start nagging at them to be more considerate on her first night there. There'd be time enough to mold their young minds during, the next three weeks while Wilma and George were in Europe. By the time they got back, Scott and Sally would be much more civilized and well behaved.

"Oooooooh!" Wanda groaned, shutting the kitchen door to try to block out some of the cacophony. The children would be leaving for the movies soon and then at least there'd be peace and quiet. Wanda didn't see how Wilma could stand the racket day in and day out, but then Wilma had always been loud and little wild herself. People meeting the two sisters for the first time would always assume that she was the older sister, instead of the other way around. She had always acted much more mature than Wilma, even when they were young girls.

Wanda poured herself a cup of coffee and shook three aspirin out of the bottle. She was going to watch Sally and Scott carefully to see if they had inherited any of George and Wilma's lewd habits. She'd squelch any nasty talk or dirty jokes in a hurry. Wanda just didn't see how her sister could stand living with George. He was always pinching her and making little off-color remarks, even when the children were present! Some men just never grow up. After seeing Wilma and George's marriage in action, Wanda was very thankful that she hadn't married. She could have been in a situation just like this if she hadn't come to her senses in time about her high school boyfriend, James Lewiston.

Wanda's hand shook as she picked up her cup of coffee. She didn't enjoy thinking about James, but the memories came flooding back even though she tried to block them out of her mind. She had been so young, only eighteen, and so much in love.

"Come on, Wanda," James had pleaded. "We'll have lots of fun. Your sister's going to be there, and it isn't like were going to be alone. Besides… you want to go along and keep your eye on Wilma, don't you? I thought your parents told you that you two girls had to go places together while they were gone."

"I… I guess I'll go," Wanda agreed hesitantly, thinking about what her mother and father would say if they knew she and Wilma had gone to an all-night party at George's parents' beach house. Of course they'd be even more upset if Wilma went without her. She supposed that she could go along, just to keep Wilma in line. Her older sister had a tendency to get pretty wild at parties sometimes and James had promised that there would be other people there. It wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong by going to a party. She just didn't like the idea of being out all night. That was something her parents never would have allowed if they'd been home this weekend.

"Oh, Wanda! You're a sweetheart!" Wilma giggled, squeezing her younger sister tightly. "I'm really glad you're coming along. James has been wanting to take you to a party for a long time now. I don't see why you're so afraid to be alone with him. James is a living doll, just like George!"

Wanda smiled even though her heart wasn't in it. George was definitely not a living doll in her book and she didn't think that James was either. She'd overheard some gossip about the two boys just the day before and it wasn't the sort of thing she'd repeat to her parents. Rumor had it that George and James had gone out drinking one night and they'd come home so drunk that their father had to drag them out of the car and put them both to bed. Wanda didn't really want to associate with a boy that had a reputation for drinking but Wilma had told her it was just a story. Wilma had sworn up and down that George and James didn't drink, at least not more than a beer once in awhile, and most of the boys around had a beer occasionally.

As soon as Wanda saw the deserted beach house she knew that her fears had been well-founded, especially when James told her that none of the other people they'd invited could make it. That sounded plenty fishy to Wanda and she resolved to keep her eye on her wild older sister. She wasn't going to let Wilma a get into any trouble. And Wilma didn't have the sense of a chicken as far as Wanda was concerned.

"Here… have some nice hot chocolate to warm you up," James said, handing Wanda a mug of steamy cocoa. "I'll put on some records and we can dance for awhile. Then we can run down to the beach and watch the stars. How does that sound?"

"Fine," Wanda smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. That sounded like a nice, innocent evening. At least the boys weren't drinking beer. James had poured a hot chocolate for all of them, and there was no evidence of any liquor in sight. Perhaps James wasn't wild at all, as she'd feared before. She'd dated James occasionally and he seemed like a nice enough boy but she hadn't been sure. Now she was beginning to think that her fears about tonight had been totally unfounded. Hot chocolate was a very good drink for a beach party. They'd brought hot dogs to roast by a bonfire and marshmallows, too. It certainly seemed like an innocent enough evening. She must have been wrong about James. He was really acting like a gentleman tonight.

"More hot chocolate, Wanda?" George asked, pouring her another cupful of the huge thermos the boys had brought along. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Delicious," Wanda smiled. "What kind of chocolate did you use, George? It tastes different somehow."

"I don't know," George answered quickly, winking at James over Wanda's head. "My mother made it. You like it though, don't you?"

"Yes," Wanda grinned. "I really do. It's just the thing to warm us up out here. I feel much warmer already just after one cup. Your mother makes wonderful hot chocolate, George."

James and George and Wilma all exchanged amused glances as Wilma drank her second cup of hot chocolate. Wilma could hardly stand to watch. She wanted to giggle so badly she was almost choking, but she didn't dare give this marvelous plan away. She'd thought of it, after all. The hot chocolate had a half a bottle of vodka in it and Wilma was sure that her sister would stop acting like an old maid school teacher after she had a couple of drinks. At least Wilma knew that happened to her after she'd had a couple of drinks and she hoped the same thing would happen to Wanda. If they were lucky tonight, drinking would make Wanda turn into a party girl and then everyone could have some fun.

Wilma pointed to Wanda's cup and James refilled it again. Wilma didn't really want to get her prudish younger sister drunk. She just wanted Wanda to have some fun. Wanda was already acting like an old maid and she was much too pretty for that. Usually when their parents insisted on the two girls going places together Wanda had the effect of a wet blanket on Wilma's fun but tonight was going to be different. Tonight Wanda was going to loosen up a little, once she got a couple of shots of vodka in her. Wilma wanted to see her sister stop acting like a cold fish. James had complained about the fact that Wanda hadn't even let him kiss her yet and they'd been going out places together for the last three months. That sort of prudish behavior wasn't normal as far as Wilma was concerned. Tonight was "loosen up Wanda" and they were going to do it. It was for her own good, after all.

Wanda had no idea that these kinds of thoughts were running through Wilma's head as she sipped her cocoa and warmed herself in front of the fire the boys had built in the big stone fireplace. She had no idea that the cocoa was spiked. Wanda had never tasted liquor in her life and she didn't dream that the hot chocolate was a plot to make her lose her inhibitions. She was feeling a little dizzy and giggly right now, but Wanda was sure that was just because she was relaxing after her English Lit test this morning. She was beginning to think that the beach party was a good idea, now that she was here. The moon was bright outside and she could hear the waves lapping up against the shore. It was a beautiful, bright romantic night and James was being unusually witty. She couldn't help but giggle at the jokes the boys were telling even if they were a bit risque.

"You're having a good time, aren't you, Sis?" Wilma asked, winking over Wanda's head at James. "See? I told you this party would be fun."

"You're right," Wanda giggled, holding out her cup for more chocolate. "This is a good night for a party… just look at that moon! It looks like daylight outside, it's so bright."

"Hey… let's all go out and dance on the beach," George suggested, tugging at Wilma's arm. "We can turn up the music really loud and I'll bet we can hear it way down there."

Before Wanda quite knew what was happening, she found herself in her bathing suit, dancing with James on the sandy beach. The music was tinny, but it sounded like a full orchestra to Wanda's ears. She was feeling marvelous and a tingle of excitement coursed through her body. James was holding her much more tightly than she usually let him but it was a little chilly and the warmth of his arms felt good.

Dancing on the beach was the most romantic thing she'd ever done, Wanda decided, cuddling up in James' arms. She'd been foolish for not realizing what a wonderful guy James was before. He was really being sweet tonight, filling up her cup every time it got empty and hugging her closely this way to keep her from getting cold.

Wanda looked tip at James and she shivered a little as she saw the gleam in his eyes. It might have been a reflection but his eyes looked funny, almost as if he had a secret he was keeping from her. A little shudder ran through her body but then she laughed, feeling foolish for imagining things. James had looked almost wild there for a moment but it was only the moonlight. Now he was smiling down at her and she smiled back, pressing her curvy body right up against his as she stumbled slightly in the deep sand.

"Mmmmmm, that's better," James grinned, tightening his arms around her again, until she could hardly breathe. "You're not cold, are you, Wanda?"

Wanda felt a shiver and she nodded quickly. Perhaps that was why she was feeling so strangely. The sand was slightly damp and she was bound to catch her death of cold out here on the beach dressed only in her swimsuit.

"Guess I'd better warm you up a little," James chuckled, nuzzling her neck with his lips. He grinned as Wanda shivered even more. Maybe Wanda didn't know why she was shivering this deliciously but he did. This was the perfect time to kiss her and then there might even be time for a little more.

"Ooooh!" Wanda gasped, as James found her shaking lips with his own. She felt as if she were drowning as his face blocked out the bright moon and she felt the tide of desire rising in her body. Wanda didn't have the slightest notion why she was feeling so tingly all over but it was a pleasant feeling. It was exciting in a breathless kind of way and her lips parted slightly as her body molded to his.

"Mmmmmmm," Wanda sighed, kissing James back hard, as her head whirled around and around. He was so hot it felt like his body was warming Wanda's in a bright, hot fire. She felt her skin glow where his hands touched her and then they were sliding all over her bare skin, sending currents of delicious fire through her burning body.

Wand a shivered again as James slipped his fingers down her back and around to cup her full, round breasts. She really shouldn't be letting him do this, but it felt so wonderful that she just couldn't seem to say no. He was still kissing her deeply and she couldn't talk anyway. She'd let these delicious sensations go on for just another couple of seconds and then she'd pull away like a good girl. She certainly didn't want James to get the wrong idea about her. She wasn't the type of girl who let boys touch her in intimate places!

For a moment in Wanda's whirling mind, she wondered what kind of girl actually let a boy touch her in those moist, hidden secret places. What about those wicked, fast girls in school? Did they really suffer for their sins? The girls who were rumored to sleep around in school didn't appear to be suffering at all. They were popular and full of fun, giggling in the halls and seeming to have a wonderful time. All the boys clustered around them in droves. II was all, very confusing and her head was whirling. James kissed her passionately. It didn't help Wanda's confusion. Perhaps Wanda's mother was wrong about things. Wanda certainly didn't feel guilty about James' fingers squeezing her full, round breasts. She felt just wonderful and there was really no reason to stop him right away. In Wanda's alcohol-blurred mind she was sure that she could handle James if he got carried away. She thought there was no harm in fooling around just a little to see what it was like.

James felt Wanda's lips flame and his prick stiffened violently. She wasn't puffing away. He'd never expected Wanda to let him get this far and a blaze of heat led swiftly through James' body. Perhaps Wilma was wrong about her sister, he thought. Wanda wasn't acting as prudish as Wilma had predicted. The thinks must be working or, even better, perhaps Wanda just hadn't had the opportunity to have any fun with a boy before. He knew he was the first boy Wanda had ever really dated. Maybe she had a reputation for being a prude just because no one had ever asked her before.

A breeze ruffled Wanda's long blonde hair as James held her tighter and tighter. She fell so different tonight. There was a new heat pulsing through her quivering body and her nipples felt tight and heavy as James fingered them through her bathing suit. She wondered what it would be like to let James touch her nipples without her swimming suit in the way. That didn't seem as wicked to Wanda now as it would have an hour ago. It didn't seem wicked at all, now that she was thinking about it. It might even be fun for just a little while! Lots of girls let their boyfriends touch their nipples. That really wasn't being awfully sinful if it didn't lead to anything else.

The more Wanda thought about it, the more she wanted to feel James' hot fingers on her nipples. The urge just to try it became so strong that she felt weak and light-headed. No one would know, if she just tried it once. Wanda didn't think that James would tell anyone, and even if he did, no one would believe him. She had a reputation for being a good girl. If James told anyone, they'd think he was just making the whole thing up.

Wanda gave a throaty giggle and her fingers found the tie of her bathing suit. Before she had a chance to really consider what she was about to do, the tie was undone and the top of her suit fell down to her waist. She heard James gasp and then his hands were on her breasts again, without the bulky material of the suit in his way.

"Aaaaaa!" Wanda moaned, thrusting her quivering little nipples out into his bot hands. That felt marvelous! A new kind of electric thrill was running though her body and it warmed her all the way down to her toes. His fingers felt like little flames, rippling across her smooth flesh and sending her nipples hardening into throbbing points on the tips of her creamy white breasts.

"Ooooooh, yes!" Wanda breathed, thrilling to the new excitement of this first touch. No wonder the girls in school let boys take liberties with them. It felt fantastic! Her body was rippling with heat now and she felt an unfamiliar tightening between her long, shapely legs. There was a fire that seemed to originate in that moist, secret well of her aunt. Wanda trembled and moaned softly as a burst of passion made her knees weak. Now that she'd tasted the sweetness of James' touch on her nipples she wanted it all over her shuddering body, down across the satiny swell of her tummy and more. She wanted James to touch her there too… right there in the moist, pinkness of her virginal aunt.

"Here," James gasped, letting her go for an instant as he spread out a big blanket on the beach. "Here, Wanda… right here where we can get comfortable."

"Oooooh, how nice," Wanda giggled. "You even brought a blanket. You're so thoughtful, James… so thoughtful."

Wanda didn't realize she slurred words or that her breathing had quickened, but lames did. He knew that Wanda was feeling the effects of the drinks and he didn't want to lose his advantage by fumbling. She would be bound to resist a little if she was as innocent as Wilma seemed to think. He had to make her burn with lust or she might back out at the last minute. James didn't think he could stand that. He knew that Wilma was fucking George regularly now and he was aching to taste the delights of Wanda's sweet, hot cunt. He was going to fuck her tonight or die in the attempt.

James knew that Wanda would love fucking once he'd plowed his big throbbing cock into that tight little cunt of hers. He'd never met a girl who didn't like to fuck once she got started. And, the way that Wanda was kissing him left no doubt in James' mind about how passionate she'd be once he got her over her first reluctance. He'd overcome her resistance by getting her so hot that she didn't know what she was doing. That had always worked before.

James dropped to her knees on the blanket and pulled Wanda down with him. He could tell that she was bombed out of her mind. She let out a little giggle as she squirmed around on the blanket and felt the sand hollow out to the curves of her ripening body.

It was beautiful but on the beach. Wanda gazed up at the stars and sighed blissfully as James squeezed her full breasts. This was pure heaven. The stars were so big and bright that it seemed as if she was floating right up to meet them, suspended in the warm, velvety-darkness.

James let a smile flicker across his face as he heard Wanda's deep, quick breathing. She wasn't complaining about being cold, even though the night was a little chilly. He could tell that the fires of lust were burning brightly in her body. Now was the time to make his move… right now before her head cleared front the effects of the spiked chocolate.

"Oooooh, James!" Wanda gasped as his hands traveled lower. He was staring at her and she could feel herself blush, even though she knew that it was too dark for him to notice. She felt so warm and goose bumpy and the stars were beginning to whirl around. She'd never felt like this before. There was magic in the tips of James' fingers as he brushed them lower and lower, down over the tight quivering rosebuds of her nipples and down to the smooth warmth of her tummy.

James began to breathe heavily as he reached the barrier of Wanda's bathing suit. He wished that he could tug the black elastic suit right off and bury his fingers in her moist cunt but he had to be a little careful now. He didn't want to freak her out and have her get up and come back to the cottage. It was better to proceed slowly and take it a little at a time. By the time he finished kissing and touching the shy little virgin, she'd be taking off her own swimsuit. James was convinced of that. Hadn't she pulled down the top herself, so he could touch her nipples? She'd take off the rest too, just as soon as he got her hot enough.

Wanda felt a delicious lethargy invade her body as James stroked and petted her. His fingers were sliding down lower now, pressing right down to the moist, quivering mound of her cunt. She couldn't help but think of how much more wonderful it would be, if she wasn't wearing her suit. Then she could fed James' fingers on her smooth skin.

"Oooooh," Wanda groaned, assailed by a running current of desire she'd never before felt. The impulse to take off her suit was so overwhelming, Wanda almost pulled it off just so she could find out what petting would be like without any clothes. She couldn't do that. Nice girls didn't take off all their clothes when they were petting. At least she didn't think that nice girls did. At this point Wanda wasn't sure what was nice and what wasn't. It certainly felt nice when James touched the fluffy mound of her cunt through her bathing suit. That was very nice indeed!

"Aaaaaah!" Wanda gasped, wiggling a little as James slid his fingers down lower, pressing right up against the crotchband of her suit. She was shivering so hard she felt as if her body was going to shake apart. She could feel how steamy and wet her virginal cunt was becoming and it embarrassed her unmercifully. She shouldn't be acting like this!

James pressed his whole hand against the moist crotchband of Wanda's suit and began to move his hand in a slow circle. He could feel the aroused virgin tremble harder and harder as he moved. Now she was really hot. He might be able to get his hand inside if he did it nice and smoothly.

"OH!" Wanda gasped, pulling back a little as James started to slide her suit lower with his other hand. "James… I… I think we'd better go back to the house."

"Awww, come on, honey," James pleaded, cursing himself fat acting too soon. "Let's just kiss a little more. You liked that, didn't you?"

"I… I… yes," Wanda mumbled. "I did… but James. I promised to keep an eye on Wilma… I… I'm supposed to be making sure she doesn't get into any trouble. I'd better go check and make sure, don't you think?"

James felt like swearing a blue streak but he was being very careful. He'd get Wanda down here right after they'd checked on Wilma. Once she saw that her sister was all right, he could bring her back to the blanket and they could pick up where they'd left off. There'd be no excuses then.

"I'll go with you," James said as cheerfully as he could manage. He couldn't help the little groan he gave as he got up and helped Wanda to her feet. His cock was so hard it was almost bursting and he didn't relish the interruption but he didn't want to force her. He'd waited a long time for this kind of an opportunity and be could wait five minutes longer.

"Here… let me tie your suit," James offered, quickly restoring Wanda to her former propriety. "Now let's go find Wilma and George and then we can come back down here and dance a little more."

"Uh… all right," Wanda agreed, hanging on to James' arm as she made her way back toward the cottage. "I… I guess that'll be all right… I mean, just dancing."

"Sure… just dancing," James agreed, crossing his fingers behind his back in a gesture he'd kept from childhood. He was intending to do a hell of a lot more than just dancing tonight but Wanda didn't have to know that now. They had the whole night in front of them and he'd already gotten to feel up her nipples. That was a lot further than he'd expected to be already.

"They must have gone back in," Wanda whispered, approaching the cottage door and holding her finger to her lips in a silent gesture. "Shhh! I don't want Wilma to know I'm checking up on her. She just hates it when I do that, but I promised and you know how she is!"

"Sure I do," James whispered back, holding back a sudden chuckle. It was kind of fun peeking in at George and Wilma, he thought. It would really be a riot if they were messing around in the house. Wanda would probably faint from shock.

As James started to think about what would happen if Wilma and George were fucking, a smile spread across his face. That might not be bad at all. If Wanda saw her sister fucking with George, it might just turn her on. That might be the extra little thing that would push her shyness away. Wanda might get hornier than hell and want to do the same thing.

As James peered into the living room window, he felt his heart beat like a trip hammer. He didn't see anyone on the couch and he was about to tell Wanda that her sister must still be somewhere on the beach, when he noticed movement in front of the fire.

James held back a chuckle as he squinted through the dusty windowpane. There they were both as naked as jaybirds, fucking on the floor in front of the fire!

"Hey… let's go ow inside," James grinned, turning to Wilma who was a little too short to reach the high window. "The window's so dirty I can't see much. I don't think they're here but I sure would like another cup of chocolate."

"All right," Wanda giggled. "I'd like one too." James felt his hands get a little clammy as he led Wanda around the corner of the house and up to the front door. He wondered if he was making a mistake by bringing her right in like this to catch Wilma and George in the act, but it was too late to back out now. He was betting that Wanda would react by getting so hot she'd want to fuck with him. It sure was worth a try. If she got mad and told Wilma off, he could always comfort her and try things the long way. Which ever way things worked out, he was going to fuck her tonight.

Wanda followed James into the living room and started toward the fire. Then she stopped suddenly and her eyes widened into big glowing saucers of alarm. My God! Wilma and George were naked and they were…

"Ooooooh!" Wanda whispered, leaning up against James, "Wh… wh… what are we going to do? We've got to stop them!"

James caught George's eye and winked, making a quick motion with his hand to keep right on fucking. Then he pulled Wanda into his arms and turned her so her back was to the couple on the floor.

"No sense in stopping them now," he whispered in her ear. "That would only cause a scene. I think we just ought to sit clown on the couch and try to ignore them. You can always have a talk with your sister when she can think clearly. If we stop them now, they'll just get all mad and Wilma'll accuse you of spying on her. Then she'll never listen to what you have to say. Just wait until everything's over and then you can talk to her about it calmly."

"I… I… all right," Wanda gasped, sinking weakly to the couch. "I just don't believe it! My own sister doing something like this! I thought she was a good girl!"

"Shhhhh." James whispered, putting his finger up to Wanda's quivering lips. "Just sit here and wait and then you can talk sonic sense into her. That's the only way… believe me."

Somehow Wanda didn't think that what James said made perfect sense but she was a little too dizzy to figure out why. Her head was spinning around and she felt like her face was flushed, just seeing Wilma behave in such a terribly wicked way. It was embarrassing… that was what it was. She was embarrassed for the whorish way that her sister was acting!

Even though Wanda tried to stare down at the floor, she couldn't help the way her eyes were drawn to her sister and George. It was almost like watching a movie and she felt so strange with her head spinning around like this. She hadn't seen Wilma naked since they were little and she realized that her sister had a beautiful body. What she could see of it, that is. George was on top of Wilma and all she could see was one perfect breast and her long, shapely legs. And Wanda could see her sister's face. That was what surprised her the most. With George on top of her like that, rudely lunging back and forth, Wanda couldn't understand why Wilma wasn't crushed by his heavy body. She expected her sister to look uncomfortable but Wilma didn't look in the least bit uncomfortable. She looked positively radiant, as if she were enjoying this awful wicked thing she was letting George do. Of course she couldn't be actually enjoying it. Wanda was sure that Wilma's ecstatic expression was just an act for George's benefit. Everyone knew that women didn't enjoy fucking. They just had to put up with it to please their husbands. Wilma was trying to get George to many her by giving in to his wicked lusty desires. She'd have to set her sister straight on that! Men didn't marry girls they'd fucked before marriage. Why should they? They'd already had their fun.

Wilma looked up at George and winked. Then she let out a little lusty giggle as he winked back. It was kind of a kick fucking like this and knowing that Wanda and James were watching. Maybe they really ought to put on a show for her prudish sister. They could always shock her a little more. Wilma knew that Wanda would give her a lecture anyway… she might as well really give her something to lecture about.

"Oooooh, honey…" Wilma moaned, giggling a little. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel your big, hot cock touch the back of my cunt!"

Wanda felt her head reel as Wilma extended two legs straight up and wrapped them gracefully around George's back. He could hear the moist smacking sound George's cock made as it plunged wetly into Wilma's cuntmouth. It was a lewd sound… a sound of sticky, liquid pleasure that made Wanda shudder with emotion. She was shocked and horrified at her sister's wicked actions. Even worse, she was curious about that smile of enjoyment on Wilma's pretty face. Wilma had never been any good at acting before. How could she pretend to enjoy this shameful act so much unless… no! That simply wasn't possible! Wilma couldn't really be enjoying this degrading act! That was impossible. If she had been in Wilma's place, Wanda knew that she wouldn't be enjoying such a rough, lewd action.

Wanda tried to shut her eyes to block out the sight of her sister's humiliation but she couldn't seem to stop staring at the two bodies entwined on the floor. Every time George pushed his huge cock into Wilma's moist cuntmouth it would make another lewd sucking noise. The noises got faster and faster, closer and closer together like a train starting on a journey and building up momentum. Wanda could hear the breath whooshing out of Wilma's mouth as George hurtled himself against her and now Wilma was making little mewling cries in the back of her throat.

"Oooooh!" Wanda breathed, pressing her hand tightly to her lips. At first she had thought that Wilma was making little sounds of discomfort at the rude treatment George was giving her poor little cunt, but now Wanda recognized the little cries for what they were. Wilma was moaning and sighing in pleasure, not in discomfort. She realized Wilma loved every forward thrust of George's cock!

"Turn around," Wilma whispered in George's ear. "Turn around so we can really give Wanda a free show."

Wanda's mouth dropped open when George and Wilma made a half turn, positioning themselves so that she could see even more than she had before. Now Wanda could see the bloated, red shaft of George's prick as it plummeted in and out of Wilma's hot cunt mouth. She could see the shiny cream that covered the steaming rod and she felt her mind whirl with shock as she stared at George's gigantic proportions. How could Wilma be doing this? It seemed impossible that something as huge as George's prick could fit into Wilma's small, pink cuntal opening.

"Noooooo," Wanda whispered, holding her hand tightly against her lips to keep from making a sound. The sounds of Wilma and George's indecent actions were loud in the room and Wanda could hardly bear to listen. She knew that she should be feeling shock and disappointment over her sister's loose moral character and that she had a perfect right to be shaking from head to toe for what she was doing. She was experiencing another reaction to Wilma and George's lewd display that Wanda didn't really want to think about it. She was perfectly justified in being angry and dismayed at Wilma. But should she be feeling this current of excitement coursing through her veins? Should her own cunt feel shivery and moist? Should her blood race and her senses reel this way? Should she be wishing that it was her rather than Wilma, down there on the floor with a hard, long prick pistoning in and out of her virginal cuntal passage?

James felt as if he were watching a tennis match. He didn't want to miss any of the sexy action in front of the fireplace. At the same time, he didn't want to miss Wanda's reaction to the sight of her sister fucking. His head swiveled back and forth as he tried to watch both things at once. He had to pick exactly the right moment to suggest that the leave. He'd let Wanda watch until she started squirming around on the much and then he'd lead her out of here like a lamb to the slaughter. Wanda was going to taste the delights of fucking tonight and he was going to teach her.

"I sure wish Wanda would be as sweet as you are," George grunted as his prick plowed in and out of the shiny pink tightness of Wilma's cuntal mouth. "Don't you wish that. Wanda would have some fun for a change?"

Wilma frowned slightly and then she winked, catching on to George's game. "Wanda!" she gasped, amazement in her voice. "You mean my sister, Wanda? You've got to be kidding! Wanda doesn't have the nerve to try anything new. She'd be chicken to even let James touch her!"

Wanda felt her cheeks burn heatedly. That was the most insulting thing she'd ever heard. She had just as much nerve as Wilma had and she certainly wasn't a chicken. It was just plain mean for Wilma to say something like that to George!

"Hey… don't gel all upset now," James whispered, pulling Wanda a little closer. "I know that's all true. Your sister just doesn't know what a wonderful girl you are, that's all."

James grinned over the top of Wanda's head and made a motion for Wilma and George to go on fucking. Then he started running his hands over Wanda's back, petting her like he would a frightened rabbit. She was really worked up over what Wilma had said. Her whole body was shaking and she kept casting quick little glances toward Wilma and George. It was clear to see that she was curious about fucking, but she was still mad at Wilma's insult. That was just fine. James wanted Wanda to be so confused she didn't know which end was up. Then it would be all the easier to seduce her.

Wanda felt her face flush again as Wilma and George rolled over and. Wilma got on top. She didn't see how her sister could do something so vile. She really ought to get right up and leave but she was so shocked and angry that she didn't think her legs would move. Her knees were weak and she was shaking like a flee in the wind. There was something else happening to her too. Every time George's big, red cock plunged into Wilma's tight cunthole, Wanda felt her own virginal cunt squeeze and tremble. Even though she didn't approve of Wilma's actions one bit, the sight of them fucking was making her cunt wet and steamy. Of course she wondered what fucking would be like. It must be different than she had imagined. Wanda had always thought that fucking was something you did because your husband demanded it. Now she was beginning to have doubts about that. Perhaps fucking was fun. Wilma had certainly acted as if it were.

Wanda began to squirm on the couch as the juice flowed in her quivering pink cuntal channel. She couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to fuck. She had the nerve to try it if she really wanted to. Wilma was wrong about that. She just didn't know if she wanted to behave like a common slut.

"Mmmmm," Wanda sighed, her eyes fastened on the long, wide shaft of George's cock. She'd never seen a cock before and she hadn't dreamed that it would be so huge. She just didn't see how Wilma could stand having something that big up inside her little cuntal tunnel. It looked impossible but Wilma was doing it, and from the expression on her sister's ecstatic face, it was a lot more fun than anything else.

"Let's go," James whispered, pulling the confused girl to her feet. "We can sneak out and they'll never know we were watching. You can always talk to your sister when you get home."

"All right," Wanda breathed, rising shakily to her feet and taking James' hand. She really wanted to watch a while longer but it wasn't very nice to sneak a peek at her sister, even though Wilma was doing something their parents would never approve of. She couldn't break right in and stop them so she might as well go down to the beach with James.

"I… I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life." Wanda gasped, flopping down on the blanket again.

"I know just what you mean," James grinned sympathetically. "Wanda should never have said something like that about you not having the nerve to fuck. Don't let it get you down though. I know you've got plenty or nerve and I didn't believe it far one minute."

Wanda blinked in surprise. She hadn't meant that at all. She was embarrassed about what Wilma and George were doing, riot about what Wilma had said. James had completely misunderstood her.

James chuckled softly and pulled Wanda back into his anus. "I think you ought to teach that sister of yours a lesson," he suggested. "Why don't you fuck with me and then you can prove that you've got just as much nerve as she has. Besides… it'll be fun. You liked it when I touched you, didn't you?"

"Uh… well… yes, I did," Wanda said breathlessly. "But… but nice girls don't do things like that."

"Come on, Wanda… your sister wasn't right, was she?" James pushed. "I didn't think that you were chicken. Nice girls fuck too. You could try it once with me and then, if you don't like it I'll stop. How about that?"

"Uh… well… I don't think…" Wanda's objections were cut off quickly as James started to kiss her again. The moment his lips touched hers, the stars started whirling around again. Wanda felt weak and there was a current of warmth running through her aroused cunt. Suddenly James' suggestion didn't seem all that wild. She could try it for a little while and see why. Wilma looked so excited about George's big cock. She wouldn't mind just trying it. That wouldn't be too awfully wicked and maybe Wilma was right. Maybe it was a lot more fun than she had thought.

"Here… just stay where you are and I'll help you get your suit off," James whispered, pressing his advantage. "I know something you'll really like."

Wanda couldn't move fast enough to stop James with her head swimming around and around like this. She didn't really want to stop him. She had a burning desire to know what it would be like to feel his hard cock in her virginal little channel. She wanted to find out if it really was fun or if Wilma was just faking. She had to know so she could talk to Wilma later. Of course she wouldn't ever do it again because she'd be easy. She'd just do it this once for a little experiment, so she could discuss it intelligently with Wilma.

"Ooooooh," Wanda gasped as James pulled off her suit and the cool night air enveloped her hot, shivering body. She felt entirely helpless without her clothes but it was an exciting feeling. Then she stared at the sand as James pulled off his suit. She didn't want to stare at him. That wouldn't be polite.

"God! You're beautiful." James breathed, drinking in the sight of Wanda's pole body in the moonlight. He felt his cock stand up stiffly and salute her lush charms. Her nipples were standing straight out and they quivered like little hot cherries on the tip of her breasts. The milky white dopes were shuddering and James could hardly wait to taste those plump little cherries at the peaks. He was sure that Wanda would love that alI the girls went crazy when he sucked their nipples and chewed them a little with his mouth.

Wanda peeked up shyly. She was dying to see whether James had a cock as big as George's. George's cock had seemed mammoth and she hoped that James' was smaller. She didn't know how she was going to fit that enormous pole into her own, narrow cuntal chute.

"Ooooooh! I don't think it'll ever fit!" Wanda wailed out as she caught a glimpse of the pale huge spear of James' cock… "I think it's bigger than George's. I… I can't do it, James. I just can't!"

"Well… that's all right," James said, thinking fast. "Let's just have a little other fun then. You can decide later if you want to try fucking or not. Now that we've got our clothes off I want to touch you again and you can touch my prick if you want to."

"Touch it?" Wanda gasped. She hadn't even thought of that possibility. She did want to touch it to see what it felt like. It looked huge ad menacing as it jerked and the moonlight glinted off some shiny cream on the tip. She wanted to see if it felt hot like a sausage or cold like an icicle.

"Just go ahead and wrap your fingers around it," James coaxed. He could feel his breath become ragged and he clenched his fists as he tried to control himself. Now that he'd gotten a good look at Wanda's curvy body he wanted to throw himself on top of her and rape her. It took every ounce of his will to try to talk smoothly and not make a lunge for her.

Wanda felt a naughty thrill run through her shivering body. She really wanted just to touch James' hard prick. That ought to prove that she wasn't a prude or chicken. She could have fun too, even though Wilma seemed to think she couldn't. There certainly wasn't anything wicked about just touching it, and her curiosity was killing her. She just had to find out what it felt like to touch a boy's prick.

Wanda shut her eyes and reached out. She felt awfully daring as the tips of her fingers touched the smooth, hot skin of James' huge cock. Then, at the first tentative touch, a streak of boldness shot through her body like wildfire. She wrapped her fingers around his thick prick eagerly and shivered a little at her boldness. It was so hard and hot it felt like a glowing rod of metal in her hand. Just touching it made her feel weak and dizzy.

"Oh, Christ Wanda!" James gasped, his prick hard and throbbing. "That feels good! Just grab it a little harder and shake it up and down. That feels really super."

Wilma found herself doing what James suggested without even thinking about it. She giggled as his cock jerked in her fingers. She could tell that she was really turning James on. At least she'd proved that she wasn't a prude or a chicken like Wilma said she was. Wilma would change her mind in a hurry if she saw this!

"Awwwww… harder!" James gasped, reaching out for Wanda's breasts without even thinking. "That's it, honey… feels so good!"

Wanda shivered even more as her nipples swelled up hard and throbbing in James' grasp. He was twisting them now, making little flames encompass her whole body. This was a lot of fun! If fucking was this much fun, she wanted to try it too. Maybe there was some way of fitting James' big cock in her tiny virginal opening. Wilma had done it somehow and she could do anything Wilma did.

"Just keep on doing that, honey," James breathed, reaching quickly for the fluffy mound of Wanda's cunt. "Just keep on doing that and I'll make you feel good too."

Wanda didn't see how James could make her feel any better but she was willing to experiment. She hadn't ever expected petting to feel this wonderful. There was a heated, glowing place between her legs and she let James push them apart so he could touch that secret moist spot. Then she gasped in wonder as his finger traced a path of shivering fire in the soaked little slit of her cunt.

"Aaaaaaah!" Wanda groaned, stretching her legs out no James could push his finger right in between the shivering pink petals of her cuntlips. This was the most fantastic thing she'd ever felt in her whole life!

"Ooooooh, yes!" Wanda breathed, her voice shaking in passion. "It feels so good… more, James! More!"

James let a quick smile spread across his face. He could tell that Wanda was, aroused. Her hot little cuntal groove was so creamy that his finger slid easily to the round little opening that would give him so much pleasure if he could only talk her into trying it.

"Just let me push my finger in a little bit," James groaned, trying to keep his mind off the delicious sensations that Wanda was creating with her gently stroking fingers. "I think you're really going to like this."

"Yessssss," Wanda moaned, wiggling her hips and squirming on the scratchy blanket. Then she gasped again as James pushed his finger right in her cuntal mouth and started to wiggle it forward.

"Ooooooh, yes!" the excited girl squealed. This did feel wonderful. She could feel her, vaginal opening squeeze around James' finger and there was a heated feeling inside the virginal tunnel of her cunt. If his finger felt this good, it must be wonderful to have a cock slide up that tight, shuddering channel. Now Wanda really wished she could try it. She wanted to fuck with James.

"Oooooooooh!" Wanda breathed, grabbing James' hand and pushing it forward until his finger slid right up inside her soaked cunt. "I… I want to try it, James. Do you think it'll fit?"

"Sure," James said quickly, plunging his finger in a little deeper and wiggling it around. He could feel the tight little barrier of her cherry but that wouldn't be hard to take care of. One good lunge ought to do it and then Wanda would really enjoy fucking. He was sure of it.

"Here," James grinned, moving quickly between Wanda's legs before she could change her mind. "Just raise your knees up like this. That'll make it fit. Just let me try it and you'll see."

Wanda was beginning to get scared as she stared at the huge spear of James' enormous cock gleaming in the moonlight. It looked a lot bigger than it had a minute ago. It was throbbing and jerking and she was sure that it would never fit inside her tiny little hole. She just had to try though. He had to make it fit. She wanted to find out why Wilma had looked so ecstatic when George's cock was pistoning away in her cunt. She wanted to feel that kind of joy too.

"Wh… what are you doing?" Wanda asked, her voice shaking. She could feel James sliding his hot, hard prick up and down her creamy little cuntal slit and she was sure that George had put his cock right inside Wilma's cuntmouth.

"I'm just getting it nice and slippery so it'll slide right in," James gasped, rubbing his swollen prick against the velvety tissues of her cunt. "What's the matter? Doesn't it feel good?"

"It… it feels wonderful!" Wanda sighed, moving her hips a little and groaning in passion as James' huge prick nosed right up against the little button of her clitoris. "I… I like it James, but I want to really fuck. Hurry, James! I want your cock inside me!"

James felt his cock throb urgently as he heard the pleading breathless note in Wanda's voice. He felt like chuckling as he thought about what she'd said. Wanda was really turning into a hot little party girl after the drinks and watching her sister fuck. She would have died rather than say a thing like that earlier in the evening. All Wanda needed was a push in the right direction and it seemed like everything was working out just fine. Now she was actually begging to be fucked and that was really a switch. Who'd believe that Wanda Harvey had begged to be fucked. No one!

"Please?" Wanda pleaded, her voice shaking. "Hurry. Do it now, James! Put your cock in right now!"

"Here it is, honey," James grinned, holding the hard length of his prick in his hand and aiming the end of it right at the tiny little opening in her cunt. "It's going to feel really good, Wanda. You're going to love it once I get it in."

Wanda held her breath and waited. It seemed like every nerve ending in her whole body was centered in the spasming little ring of her cuntmouth. She felt the hot, bloated head of. James' cock mash up against that tiny virginal hole and then she gasped as her whole body began to burn with lust. It just had to work. She'd die if James' lovely huge hot cock didn't fit in her cunt.

"Do it!" Wanda hissed, shutting her eyes tightly. "Do it, James…! Do it!"

James began to push but he felt how tight and small Wanda's cunt was. He'd never get in by being gentle and considerate. He'd have to make one quick lunge and tear right in. She'd love it after he once got the thick, jerking pole of his cock inside. There was no way to get rid of a cherry by being a gentleman.

James took a deep breath and held it. One good lunge and he'd make it. He'd give one hell of a mighty shove and her cunt would split right open and then they could really have fun.

Wanda waited with her eyes shut. She was about to open them and ask what was wrong when she heard James grunt and then there was a burning pain as his cock battered up against the tiny hole of her cunt mouth. It felt like he was trying to shove a tree trunk up inside her and she let out a screech of pain as his prick battered again and again at her little defenseless hole. Then she felt a wild stab of pain and there was a slight pop as his prick hurtled forward and he buried it to the hilt in her virginal cuntal tunnel.

"Owwwwwww!" Wanda shrieked, beating at his chest with her fists. It hurt so much she could barely stand it but somehow she managed to smother her screams of pain and shock. It wasn't supposed to feel like this! Fucking was supposed to be fun!

Wanda felt a shudder of revulsion run through her as James began to lunge back and forth, sawing his huge cock in and out of her sore cuntmouth. It felt just awful! Every stroke of his cock made her wince and gasp with pain.

"Just a second… it's going to feel real good in just a minute, Wanda," James puffed, trying to catch his breath. "It's going to be fun, honey… just wait and see."

Wanda shivered uncontrollably. She could wait for a million years and it would never feel good. She was positive of that. She didn't like fucking at all but it didn't hurt quite so much now. She could feel her tight virginal tunnel begin to stretch now and it wasn't bad at all. She just felt a little sore and it wasn't all that unpleasant. It wasn't fun though. Fucking certainly wasn't fun!

"Wiggle around a little… it'll feel really good then," James suggested, gritting his teeth together and frying not to get too excited. Jesus, she was hot! He'd never felt a cunt so tight and so hot. Wanda's cunt was like, a little clutching oven and his prick felt like it was going to explode any second, just had to hold it a little longer. He wanted Wanda to enjoy her first fuck. Then he could talk her into doing it again and again with him.

Wanda looked up at James and smiled tentatively. She could feel the effect her tight little cunt channel was having on his cock. The huge spear of flesh was jerking and throbbing much more than it had before. Even if she didn't think fucking was very much fun, James did. It was clear to see that he loved it. She could wiggle around a little if that was what James wanted her to do. She didn't want to come right out and tell him that, she didn't like it. That would spoil his fun.

"Like this?" Wanda whispered, moving her hips just a little. Then she began to grin as James clutched her tighter. She must be doing something right to get him this excited. She had just as much nerve as Wilma and James looked every bit as happy as George had, pushing his long, thick cock in and out of her tiny vaginal opening.

"Yeah!" James gasped. "That's it! Jesus, honey… you're terrific!"

Wanda's smile broadened as she began to move her hips in a circle. She'd seen Wilma do that and she could do it too. The more she moved, the more James seemed to like it and the soreness of her tiny invaded channel was diminishing with every circle of her hips. It didn't feel bad at all anymore. It was beginning to feel very pleasant.

"Mmmmmm," Wanda moaned, moving a little harder and quivering as she unconsciously began to meet James' thrusts. Why this was fun! She was beginning to feel a loosening in her body and there was a fire deep inside her shaking cuntal tunnel that lames seemed to ignite and fan every time he hurtled his huge cock forward. Perhaps she liked fucking after all. It was getting more and more exciting with every passing second.

"Put your legs up high," James grunted, thrusting back and forth rapidly. "Come on, Wanda. Wrap your legs right around me and it'll feel even better."

Wanda took a quick breath and raised her legs. James could be right. He'd been tight about wiggling around. Perhaps he really knew what would feel good. It certainly wouldn't do any harm to try his suggestion.

"Aaaaaah, Jesus!" James gasped as Wanda's legs locked around his back. "Fantastic."

Wanda let a little giggle of pride escape her lips. She knew James was enjoying this and it was beginning to feel much, much better for her top. Her shivering asscheeks lifted right off the blanket as James lunged in and out and she felt a burst of warmth travel through her body as a creamy flood of juice rushed from the trembling walls of her cunt channel and made everything slippery and hot. No wonder Wilma had looked so happy when George's big cock was hurtling in and out of her cunt mouth. This was fun!

"Ooooooh! I like it!" Wanda gasped, meeting James' lunges with more and more force. Every time his searing prickhead mashed up against the back of her quaking little cuntal tunnel another flood of creamy juice was released. She began to feel an urgency in her body… a driving need to move hard and fast to see what would happen.

"Harder!" Wanda squealed, throwing her arms around James and pulling him even closer. "Fuck me hard!"

James had all he could do to control the throbbing in his stiff prick. Wanda was turning into a little sex kitten and he could barely stop the cum from rushing out of his full, hard cock. He just had to make her come before he did. She was getting hotter and hotter each time he lunged in her tight juicy hole, and he knew that she was about to come. It wouldn't take long for Wanda to explode with passion if only he could hang on a little longer.

"Aaaaaah, yessss," Wanda moaned, rubbing her hard, hot nipples against James' chest. "More… more!"

"Came on, baby!" James yelped, driving in harder and harder. His cock was hurtling forward faster now and he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to try to hold off that inevitable explosion. She was almost there and he was going to take her over the edge. Then she'd fuck with him anytime he wanted her. Once he'd gotten that sweet little cunt of hers to come, she wouldn't be able to refuse to fuck. Then she'd be all his to enjoy.

"Ooooooh, James!" Wanda squealed. Her cuntal chute was vibrating now, sucking hard on the engorged head of James' blazing prick. She could feel her little cunt mouth snap in and out as he fucked her faster and faster. Her whole body seemed to be building up to something and the little sharp jolts of pleasure were merging into one long golden wave of pleasure.

"I… I… yessssss!" Wanda squealed, hanging on tightly. "Harder, James! Oooooh… it's soooooo wonderful!"

James felt like a hand grenade with the pin pulled. He knew he had only a few more seconds left before he exploded. No guy could be expected to hold it forever and Wanda was the hottest, tightest, juiciest girl he'd ever fucked. He took a deep breath and lunged forward valiantly, driving her up higher and higher toward the shuddering peak of pleasure.

"Oooooooh, God!" Wanda shrieked as her cunt mouth snapped and spasmed wildly. Her whole body was shaking now and the waves of pleasure were rippling harder and harder. A breaker of joy was crashing through her body and her cunt felt like it was glowing with heat, smoldering and sputtering as it burst into a roaring blaze of lust.

"Come on, honey!" James yelped, hurtling forward so fast that he thought he'd drive her right into the sand. "Come with me, baby… make your cunt come!"

Wanda didn't really know what James was talking about but her body seemed to understand him even if her mind didn't. She felt the mouth of her stuffed cunt snap harder and harder and then there was an incredible sensation deep inside her cuntal tunnel. It felt like the very back of her shuddering channel was opening up and blooming as the waves of pleasure crashed against it. A wave of ecstatic rapture swept through her shuddering pink tissues and then she was screaming, shrieking for him to go on and on so that these blinding, glorious sensations would never stop.

"Aaaaaaaagh! James!" Wanda shrieked, her whole body detonating like a bomb exploding. "Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaaaagh!"

For a thrilling moment Wanda thought she was going to faint with the exquisite sensation that traveled through her exploding cunt. Every nerve ending was screaming out with ecstasy… every inch of her body was sucking, spasming in jolts of rapture as his hard cock brought her screams of joy squealing out into the bright moonlight. This was the ultimate thrill… that crashing, joyful explosion she had been craving all her life without knowing it. Fucking was wonderful and she was falling over the edge of ecstasy as the rapture went on and on.

"Awwwwww, Jesus!" James yelped. He could feel Wanda's tight cunt tunnel shake anti then it seemed to be trying to eat his cock alive, twisting and sucking like a giant mouth. It was just too much for him to stand. His balls began to throb and then they swelled up and started to pump as the cum hurtled out of the tip of his prick and jetted into the sweet, hot pinkness of her orgasming cunt.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" Wanda screamed loudly. She felt the burst of hot, scalding sperm against the back of her womb and she shuddered again. Now she was coming even harder and she thought she'd surely die of this exquisite pleasure. No one had ever told her it would be like this! It was so fantastic she couldn't even think. All she could do was scream out her pleasure and shake as if she were an top of a fault line in an earthquake.

"Jesus Christ!" James yelped as his prick pumped forcefully. He'd never come so hard before. Wanda's tight hot cunt channel was sucking the turn right out of him, squeezing his prick like a wringer and snapping up the sperm as it rushed out in sticky streams. He was spurting so hard he thought he was going to blow a hole right in the back of her shivering little tunnel. He yelped and yowled as his hard cock kept right on shooting again and again like a machine gun with a full clip.

It seemed like James' bursting prick would never stop coming as Wanda shrieked and gasped in rapture. She wanted it to blast forever. She wanted him to fill her full with sperm until it washed over her whole body in a heated tide, filling her body with ecstasy and keeping her here in this exciting, exploding state of rapture.

"Aaaaah, Jesus!" James groaned at last as Wanda's squeezing cuntal channel sucked the last bit of cum from his empty cock. "That was fantastic, honey! The best fuck I've ever had!"

Wanda giggled in delight. NOW that she knew what, fucking was like, she wanted to do it again and again. She was going to have just as much fun as Wilma, now that she knew the secret of ecstasy. She'd never get enough glorious fucking to suit her.

A moment later a slight frown wrinkled Wanda's smooth brow. There was only one thing she had to make sure of. She didn't want anyone to find out about what she and James had done. If her parents found out about it, everything would be ruined. They'd never let the two girls out of the house again if they heard any rumors about tonight.

"James?" Wanda said, staring up at him earnestly. "You… you won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"Hell, no!" James promised, smiling back at her.

"I won't tell a soul. It'll be our secret, honey… you don't have to worry about that."

Wanda let her head flop back against the blanket and she gave James a smile in return. She wouldn't have smiled if she'd known that by the time she got to school Monday morning, everyone would be talking about the wild party the Harvey girls had gone to the beach.

"Men!" Wanda sighed, letting the word explode against the kitchen wall. She'd certainly learned her lesson about men's promises. Of course no one had believed that she had done the things James said, but the damage was done. They'd been restricted for a whole month because of the gossip and Wanda had never felt the urge to sneak out the way Wilma had done. She would never trust another man. Her first experience with fucking had been her last. Now she just hoped that her niece Sally wouldn't follow in her mother's footsteps. Sally needed to be taught that she couldn't trust a man and her mother wasn't the one to teach her. Wilma was still wild and Sally, had to learn her values from somewhere. Wanda would never have agreed to baby-sit this summer if she hadn't believed that the two children needed her… needed a stabilizing influence in their lives. Wilma and George would come home to find two changed children. She'd make sure of that!