And then came the great drought.
For the next two days, Amy was obliged to go completely without sex. She didn't even have the chance to whack off properly. For one thing, she never had enough time alone or even solely in Roberta's company. Les was always near. For another, her brother gave her a tour of New York City that left her tired and dragged out by the end of each day. She knew she'd have plenty to talk about – including some things her brother didn't know – when she returned to Belleville… if she lived that long.
What made it worse was the certain knowledge that in the room next to hers, her brother was fucking the ass off Roberta, licking the brunette's tits and sucking her cunt and plunging his big, beautiful cock into that dark-furred cunt with machine-like regularity.
And then came Tuesday.
"Got news for you, Sis," Les announced, returning to the breakfast table.
"Oh?"
"That was a telegram from the folks."
"On the phone? Don't they deliver those?"
Les laughed. "Nothing is that lovely movie way. No, they phone it to you now."
"What's the news?"
"They're extending their vacation another two weeks."
Roberta snickered. "Bet they didn't know they still had it in them."
Amy tried to laugh, but found it hard. Even Mom was getting her share! I want mine! she screamed inwardly.
"Then I guess I'd better start making arrangements to stay with Dort," Amy said hopefully. Joey had potential – and once she'd taught Dort's brother what she'd learned in the city…
"Are you kidding?" Les demanded, offended. "You'll stay right here with me! You'll know your way around this town like a native in no time at all, so when I go back to work next week, you'll have more freedom to see and do things here than you ever had back home. Believe me, Amy, you're lucky."
While Les showered, Amy cornered Roberta.
"Gee, Amy, I guess you'll be staying on…"
"Roberta."
Roberta smiled. "I know," she sighed. "I think the time has come to put things into full swing for the master plan."
"What's been holding things up so far?"
"Your brother is more receptive to fantasizing fucking you than I'd thought. I'd figured that by now he'd be so hot for you that his straightlaces would be choking him and he'd be making excuses to stay away from you."
"But…?"
"But he's talking about his own fantasies for you, now."
Amy was silent. She wasn't sure she could tell Roberta about her own growing lust for Les and his cock.
"Well, at least tonight you can fly," Roberta consoled. "The Pit meets."
"Roberta, don't go."
"What?"
"How's my brother's tolerance for booze? Any better?"
"What tolerance?"
"Good. Tonight, Roberta, tease him, freeze him, and get him drunk."
"Why?"
"So I can take advantage of him."
Roberta feigned horror. "But when he wakes up…"
"One of two things. Either he'll relax the strings as long as he can get his fill or he'll send me packing." She quickly explained about Dort and Joey.
"Hmmmmm…"
"I'd appreciate it, Roberta," Amy wheedled. Amy was an expert wheedler. She didn't suspect that though Roberta was mostly immune, Amy's own plan coincided with Roberta's up to a point, but Roberta's went farther.
"Well, I'm not sure…" Roberta hedged.
Amy reached out and gently caressed Roberta's breast. "Oh, come on – you know I saw that tape with you and Les and the other girl. Maybe things will work out for all of us."
"I just don't know…"
"What've we got to lose? The worst that can happen is he'll be outraged and send me home."
"You can plead innocence."
Roberta finally gave in and agreed.
She wasn't worried about Les' postcoital reaction.
She was already prepared to deal with that.
Roberta had no intention of losing her own share of Amy's sweet young pussy!
Roberta talked Les into passing up the swingers' club. She pointed out that the Central Park symphony orchestra – a free event – was that night. Amy found, to her own surprise, that she actually enjoyed the music. She might have enjoyed it more if she hadn't been enjoying the masterful way in which Roberta persuaded Les to keep sipping the wine they'd brought… long after their cheese and bread ran out.
By the time they got home, Les was high and ascending.
"C'mon, let's hit the hay like we farmers say," he said to Roberta, squeezing her ass and leering at her in the living room of the apartment.
"You're drunk," Roberta accused.
"How'd you guess?"
Roberta gave Amy an exasperated look. "He always talks in rhymes when he's drunk." She turned to Les. "Not till you stop rhyming," she said.
"Roberta, has Les learned to dance yet?" Amy asked brightly.
Les cut in, mimicking what was obviously Roberta's usual answer: "Got two left feet and I can't keep a beat."
"Oh, cripes," Roberta moaned. "He's flying."
"Let's teach him," Amy said cheerfully.
"Maybe it'll sober him up," Roberta agreed.
Maybe it would have, too – if Roberta hadn't kept feeding him wine. At some point in the evening, Amy appeared in a nightie with panties and little else. Les wasn't able to decide if he should be outraged, or if he should just leer.
Amy thoroughly enjoyed her effect on him. Despite the wine, there was an unyielding bulge in his pants, and she did all she could to encourage it, giving Les ever longer flashes of bare tit and silhouetting herself for his benefit by standing in the translucent lights. His eyes bulged, too.
As the hour grew later, the music grew more sensuous. Amy milked it for all she could, brushing against Les and caressing him with her deft movements. Time and again, dancing nearer and nearer to him, she let the luscious mounds of her tits wobble against him through her top.
The first time, he started to pull away, but Amy and Roberta embarrassed him into holding his position.
"It's part of the dance!" they protested. "She won't hurt you!" Roberta added.
"I'm just your little sister," Amy whispered.
The comment had its effect. By degrees, the wine washed away inhibitions until he was unable to hold back the rush of his arousal and desire for her. Soon, Les was blatantly staring – and enjoying.
And then came another piece of music, one for which the latest dance fad – the Grind (successor to the Bump) – was admirably suited.
Roberta led into it, pulling in close to Les. Each placed hands on the other's shoulders and they gradually sashayed in close to each other, until they were grinding their bodies together, with emphasis on all the good parts.
Amy positioned herself between the couple and the floor lamp, knowing that she was giving Les an all but unobstructed view of her entire body through her nightie. Roberta's back was towards the nymphette. Les' eyes were closed, his mouth hanging partly opened, jaw slack, as he savored the slow, languorous, undeniably sexual rhythms that the music carried… as communicated to him through the medium of Roberta's sleek form.
But then his eyes opened, and he was looking at Amy. His gaze traveled over her quickly, almost ashamedly – and then again, but more slowly, without any attempt at concealment.
And then he ogled her openly. Amy could see his fingers twitching nervously on Roberta's ripe ass.
Roberta began to slip out of his arms, whispering to him that he should try it with Amy.
Les' eyes momentarily widened, and then he said, "Who could have the will to resist a chance to dance with my little Sis?"
Roberta was shaking her head as Amy took her place.
This is it! she thought excitedly.
The two shuffled slowly in closer to one another until Amy's precociously developed tits were being flattened against her brother's body. He was so much taller than she that her tits were crushed against his upper abdomen and stomach.