"Aunt Dorothy book I" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilkinson Grace)

CHAPTER FOUR

"Yes, right away, Art… You've got to come over right away!"

"But what… what about Nick…? I mean…"

"Art, please…! This is an emergency! Nick will probably just go upstairs to bed once you get here… I can't go out of the house tonight… I'm too frightened!"

"Okay, Dot… I'll be right over!" Art hung up the phone, scratching his head. What on earth was wrong with Dot? He hadn't heard from her since the night two weeks before when they'd made such beautiful love in the den. He hadn't called her, not wanting to push anything. And now, suddenly this phone call from her! He went to the hall closet and got out his top coat. Joe and Lee were sitting in the living room… Joe working on one of his planes and Lee reading one of those damned romance magazines she was always into.

They both looked up at him expectantly and he wondered how much of his phone conversation had been overheard.

"Be back in a while… may be late… so don't wait up," he called to them. "Got to go over to Aunt Dot's." He just left it at that and started toward the door, distressed and worried about what Dot's problem could be.

"Sure, Dad… don't worry about us. We'll be fine!"

"Yes, Daddy…" Lee joined in. "Have a nice evening!" she called out sweetly.

After the door had closed, she and Joe looked at each other and then they both burst out laughing. Joe raced to the couch where Lee was sitting and flinging himself down, embraced his sister lovingly.

"It won't be long now!" he shouted, excitement brimming over in his voice.

"Yes… soon we'll both have what we want the most!"

"Then will you let me do it to you?" Joe asked, his hand already rising beneath his blonde sister's abbreviated skirt. As his fingers tickled her naked thighs and approached her waiting young pussy, in his mind he was rereading the note that he and Lee had compiled after several days of plotting and planning in the basement.

With a trembling hand, Dorothy showed Art the note. They were in her kitchen and her husband Nick was sitting alone in the living room. Art had followed her out, ostensibly to assist her with making drinks and sandwiches. And now, beneath the glaring light of the ultra modern kitchen, he read the note that was composed solely of letters clipped from newspapers.

WE KNOW ABOUT YOU AND YOUR BROTHER IN LAW IF YOU DONT WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO KNOW COME TO THE OLD SHACK IN FAIRMOUNT PARK TUESDAY AT 8:30. COME ALONE OR ELSE!

Beneath this were directions for getting to the place mentioned and a repetition of the demand that she come alone.

Art turned the paper over and examined it carefully. It was plain typing paper… the kind that can be bought in any dime store, and nowhere was there any clue as to who the sender might be. Tersely he asked Dorothy how the note had arrived and when she replied that it had arrived in the morning's mail, he asked to see the envelope… all in the same tense voice. Dorothy produced the envelope from a pocket in her dress and Art saw that there was nothing there either to distinguish the letter.

"What should we do?" Dot asked, her voice a raspy whisper. "I've been going half out of my mind… Oh, Art, I can't stand it… who could it be… and what could they want…? Do you think it's money?"

"It usually is in something like this…" Art answered grimly.

"Art… what if they were to tell Nick… How do you think they know when… how…?"

"How would I know?" Art almost shouted, annoyed by her repeated questions. "The important thing is that they do know!"

"Hey in there!" the voice came from the living room. "How's about something to drink out here… or don't I count in this house these days?"

Dorothy's face turned pale and she hurriedly began throwing ice into glasses.

"Coming right away, Nick!" Then in a whisper, she added to Art. "Oh, Art I don't think I could stand it if Nick were to find out… he'd make my life even more miserable than it is now!"

"In addition to that, good old Nick has the pull to have me fired from my job in a split second… and given the right circumstances, I think he'd be just nasty enough to do it!" Art stuffed the note and the envelope in his pocket and began to rifle about in the refrigerator finding some ham and cheese, he threw it onto a plate that Dorothy handed to him. She added some rye bread and a jar of mustard and placing it on a tray with a couple of knives, they started toward the swinging door.

"Don't worry… I'll think of something… we have two days until Tuesday. Meet me downtown tomorrow at Wanamaker's in front of the Eagle at noon… we'll have lunch and try to figure this thing out!"

"What about the police? Do you think…"

"Are you kidding?" Art interrupted her. He watched Dorothy frown nervously and start through the door with the tray. He couldn't help wanting to grab hold of her then and there and kiss her… and so he did. Encumbered as she was by the tray she was holding, she couldn't offer much resistance, but she tried nonetheless to get away, whispering: "Art please… how can you at a time like this!"

"I don't care, Dot… I've been thinking about nothing but you since that night." He lifted his hand and let it brush against her breast and watched her stiffen. Her eyelids fluttered and her face reddened and Art knew he had gotten through to her.

"You too, eh?" he asked, smiling.

Dorothy pushed out the door and into the living room where Nick sat waiting in his big overstuffed chair.

"Been having some kind of family conference?" Nick asked looking at both of them. He was in his early fifties, already completely gray. It was clear that he had once been a good-looking man and only his pot belly and his sour disposition kept him from still being one.

Dorothy smiled nervously and placed the tray of drinks on the coffee table. She hoped that Nick didn't suspect anything. It was hard to tell. He was always sarcastic and terse, no matter what the circumstances… and Dorothy felt at the end of her rope. Art had been right, she'd been thinking of him night and day, those last two weeks, and what was worse, her body seemed to crave his touch. Her days had passed slowly and painfully since she had given in that night in the den and Nick's ill humor didn't help matters any.

He always accused her of being an idle housewife… and she supposed he was right. It seemed especially true since she now had Art in her life. She was nothing but a common adulterous housewife! It didn't seem to make any difference that Nick was an absolutely impossible man to live with… ignoring her most of the time and when he wasn't ignoring her, insulting her! She couldn't help looking at him now on this disturbing evening… and comparing him to Art who sat across from her. What a contrast!

She overheard the two men discussing the construction business and then she blocked out the sound of their voices, preferring to look ahead to the next day's lunch when she was confident that Art would find a solution to their dilemma. Imagine her, Dorothy Rogers, receiving a blackmail note! It was like something in one of those soap operas she sometimes watched on TV… only this time it was real! Even with the terrible knowledge that someone else… probably more than one person since the note had said "we" knew about her indiscretion with Art. Had someone been watching through the living room window that night? she wondered. Or had they been spied upon that earlier time when she had let Art kiss her in her own garden! The idea of some awful person or persons, watching her in such an intimate, illicit moment sent chills, of terror through her.

Lee and Joe hurried home from school on Tuesday. They both felt breathless and keyed up about the audacious plan they had devised for that evening. They rushed inside the house and down to the basement which was their domain. A kinship stronger than blood bound them recently and neither did or thought anything important without telling the other. Singly, each was a somewhat reticent youngster… together, by egging each other on, they became devilish master planners, giving each other the courage to go beyond the limits of fantasy… bringing out all the strange thoughts in their minds to a world of stark reality. Ever since Lee had told Joe about Daddy and Aunt Dot, the two of them had been plotting and scheming, trying to think of some way to achieve the perverted ends each desired.

To them it seemed natural that they should be allowed to taste the same forbidden fruits so freely sampled by their father and aunt. Not knowing that the meeting Lee had overseen was the first of its kind, they imagined that the two of them had been carrying on for some time… and mixed with their newly aroused licentious interest was a perverse delight in punishing their elders.

Joe looked across at his sister now… she was readying the blindfolds they had made from their father's old socks, testing them once more to make sure they were strong enough. Joe was leafing through the marital sex manual once more and he felt his penis tense with anticipation of the night's adventures. He and Lee had made love many times since that first rainy afternoon in the basement, but Lee had always insisted that it be the same way. She was saving herself, she told him… saving herself for Daddy first! It was hard for him to keep from begging her over and over again to allow him to go all the way. Because now he wanted to… wanted to desperately… even with the thought of seeing Aunt Dot… he could see Lee's slender legs outstretched and between them, the nylon covered patch of her panties that covered her blond, fuzz-covered young pussy.

"Lee…" he called. "Come here a minute…"

Lee looked up at him and recognized in her brother's eyes the familiar spark of lust that she'd seen so often recently. It instantly kindled an answering signal within her loins. Her handsome older brother had become such an expert at titillating and teasing her tiny cunt! She scrambled to her feet and approached him, beginning to slip out of her white panties as she walked. When she reached him, they formed a tight stretch of flimsy white nylon dropped down around her ankles. Still sitting down, Joe reached out and helped her step out of them and let his hands run up along her smooth calves, continuing slowly and with great deliberation until he reached the area just below her excitedly quivering pussy. By picking up her skirt, he could look directly up into the rose and gold slit between her creamy thighs.

"Oh, God…" he murmured and licked his lips between her legs. "I can hardly wait until tonight!"

The night was cool and dark as there was no moon at all. It was a perfect night for lovers, but Art and Dorothy didn't even think of that as they hurried through the quiet streets toward the park. Dorothy wore a lightweight coat dress and a small handbag was clutched in her hand. Art held onto her arm tightly and they both were absolutely silent. They had already done all the talking they could stand… examining the problem from as many aspects as they could, and finally Dorothy's proposal had prevailed. In spite of Art's objections, she had decided that she would go to the old workman's shack in the park as the note had demanded. When Art insisted upon going with her, she reminded him of the terms of the note. She was not afraid for her life… all they wanted surely was money. She would either have to convince them that they were mistaken… once she found out how much they knew… or dig up the money somewhere, somehow. She had some savings, she had told Art earlier during lunch.

"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Art had asked. "This whole thing is my fault anyway… if any money is involved, I'll be the one to get it up!"

Dorothy had remained silent after this, never mentioning the money again for fear of hurting his pride. She often wished that she and Art could have met under different circumstances… instead of being directly linked to each other as family… if only they had been two strangers… free and unencumbered, meeting and recognizing each other at a party, perhaps. She often fantasized how it would have been if it had been she that Art had married and not her sister Betty.

She thought of this now as they scurried past the iron railing that bordered the park on the east… this and of Joe, her son.

A shiver went through her as she heard Art mumbling next to her and felt an additional pressure of his hand on her arm.

"By God, Dot. If anything happens to you…"

"Don't be silly! Nothing's going to happen to me. You wait for me right here… right at the entrance and you'll see… I won't be very long."

"If you're not back in an hour… I'm coming in."

"Fine," Dot said nervously. What could possibly take her an hour? She began to feel her legs growing weak and she wondered if she really had the nerve to go through with it. But then a glance at her watch told her that she had to hurry. And impulsively she threw her arms around her brother-in-law and kissed him hard on the mouth. Art put his arms around her waist, drawing her soft body close to his and forced the kiss into a longer duration than Dot had planned. She could feel his hard cock rising against her belly where it pressed against his. Something stirred inside her and she had the same old fantasy… if only it were all simple… she and Art together, husband and wife… no blackmail… no problems. If only it were simple! She wanted to go lie down with him somewhere right then… perhaps under a tree in the park… to lie down with him and let him fuck her the way he had the other night… the way a man was meant to fuck a woman!

But even as she was thinking this, she was pulling away from him. She let him hold onto her hand a brief second longer and saw the words forming on his lips just before she turned into the park.

"I love you, honey…" he said, "remember, I love you… and…"

For some reason, Dot was afraid of what he was going to add and she put a finger on her lips, blowing him a kiss with it and turned to hurry into the dark sylvan glades that made up this section of the park.

Joe and Lee were waiting… not inside the well preserved little shack that many kids played in during the day, but just outside. They hid behind a large tree trunk, both trembling with fear and apprehension. Joe looked at the waterproof wrist watch he had gotten for Christmas from Aunt Dot. It was almost time. He held onto Lee, who was standing in front of him, her tight little buttocks pushing neatly into his groin. They were both dressed in army surplus clothes they had bought with their allowance money. Old baggy pants and thick black wool sweaters. In his pocket, Joe had the gags and blindfolds they had devised. His hands trembled as they rose up along his sister's compact torso beneath her sweater. Her smooth skin was naked beneath the wool as his fingers reached the already hard nipples that formed small peaks at the tips of her shapely little breasts and he began to nervously twist them. He heard Lee moan and felt her twist a little and then thrust her buttocks back against his rising penis. A few seconds later, they heard footsteps approaching and they knew Aunt Dot was coming. They watched her in the darkness, her blonde hair glowing with what seemed to be a light of its own as she approached the cabin. Joe and Lee gave each other one last squeeze and began to creep toward her, keeping themselves under cover at all times. When they saw her tentatively enter the open door, bending over a little because the entrance way was so small… they suddenly leapt forward!