Staggering to the sink, holding tightly onto the cold porcelain, she saw Ed, the younger brother, pulling away, flashing a look at her kitchen window. Christine ducked away from the window, pivoting and holding one hand to her chest to calm her wildly beating heart, "Must… must get control of myself… must…"
Her knuckles whitened as she tightened her grip on the sink. Slowly Christine turned around. She could hear the soft strains of rock music coming from her daughter's bedroom. Anna had been moping around the house. It was doubtful she would be going outside. Christine could sneak out of the living room without anyone noticing and go over and…
"Oh, Christine, grow up!"
The attractive blonde sucked in her lower lip and bit down, feeling fiery, itchy thrills racing up and down her legs. Her tits seemed to be growing, swelling in the confines of her bra while her nipples felt hot and sticky as if they were roasting in a hot, sticky syrup. Again she passed her fingers over her forehead, feeling dizzy. This had to be the worst attack of horniness she had had in a long time.
Get a grip on yourself, Christine told herself, sliding her shaking hands down her thighs and feeling that tender itching grow more acute. Then a delicious hot thrill washed over her flesh. It was wrong, so wrong! Again the thought that she was seducing someone who could have been her son crossed Christine's mind. Somehow that thought excited rather than repelled her.
There was one more moment of hesitation. Then another shock wave of lust rippled through her cunt, and Christine closed her eyes, letting out a small groan. She couldn't stand this much more. She would go out of her mind with lust soon.
Opening her eyes, Christine moved like a woman possessed. Her fingers rested on the brass doorknob, tensing, twisting it, opening the back door. Christine stepped from her house and closed the door behind her. Again she looked up, almost feeling her daughter's gaze.
She reached the leafy border hedge between her property and the Rudds'. Through the foliage she would see Brad's thick-muscled body as he leaned over the front right fender of the truck, his head buried in the engine compartment. Again she thought about turning back, even as she stepped through the bushes.
"Hello." Christine had tried to sound natural, non-committal as she stepped behind the young man.
Brad grunted something, his hands twisting around in the engine compartment. There was the sound of metal against metal, then the young man pulled his head from the engine compartment and turned around, a broad smile on his face.
Christine found herself stepping back, her voice catching for a moment. The ripples of lust between her legs increased as his bright eyes seared her very soul!
"I'm… I'm Mrs. Bixby," Christine said, clearing her throat.
"Yeah, I know. My mom said something about meeting you," Brad said, stretching out a greasy hand.
Christine took it, feeling his strong fingers clamping around hers. She winced, drawing back her hand.
"I… I thought I'd come around and introduce myself. I mean, being next door and all that…"
Her words died on her lips as Brad's smile made her pulse quicken. Now, she realized she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be standing here while her pussy seeped hot juice into her panties! A light breeze raised the golden strands of hair from her shoulders, and she turned to leave.
"I'll come back later… obviously your father and mother aren't home and…"
"Come on, hang around. They'll be home in a while, I think. Got some coffee in the house," Brad said, wiping his hands on his Levi's, and nodding toward his house.
"Well, all right… just for a moment."
Christine thought everyone in the neighborhood was watching as she followed Brad into the house. There on the kitchen counter was a small coffee pot half full. She was about to approach it when something happened that she would never forget.
"Please… you're hurting me!" she screamed.
Brad had grabbed her by the elbow and wheeled her around. Christine felt her breath quicken as she stared into those brilliant eyes glistening with excitement and arousal in front of her.
"That's the whole idea," Brad said, his voice thick with emotion.
"No, oh please, I made a mistake. Tell your mother I'll come back later when I know she's home and… and when things are safer."
Brad only smiled at her poor choice of words, holding onto her other elbow and drawing her closer to him. Christine struggled, her skin flushing from a wild fever within.
"Just like her daughter," Brad muttered. "What?"
"Nothing, baby, nothing. Believe me," Brad said, his fingers fanning out on her arm.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Nooooo!" Christine gasped.
It was hard to fight Brad, difficult to push him away when part of her wanted him so desperately. When he pulled her from the kitchen to the basement door, Christine struggled, thinking at one time that she could simply jerk her knee up, catch him in the crotch, then wheel about and run for safety.
But none of that happened. When she could have escaped, she simply twisted in his arms, feeling the excitement rising more and more in her mind and body.
"Down here!"
Brad took her by the shoulders, shoving her past him and down the first two steps.
Christine hesitated only for a moment, realizing there could be no going back. Brad blocked the stairway with both hands, his thick-muscled body cutting off the daylight streaming in from the kitchen. Turning, she began descending the stairs, trailing one hand along the wooden banister, smelling the damp, dank air of the cellar.
When she reached bottom, Christine stopped, one hand to her chest, the other still lingering on the banister. Behind her was Brad. Just before reaching the basement, Christine heard the door close and lock above her. Trapped! The thought shot through her mind as she stood there in the semi-darkness.
Brad brushed past her for the moment, stretching one arm up and clicking on a small yellow lights.
Christine blinked, narrowing her eyes, as Brad approached her.
"You came over for a little action, huh? I saw it in your eyes, man, a little action," he breathed, holding her by the upper arms once more.
Christine let out a whimpering gasp, her forehead wrinkling as she felt his fingers bruising her sensitive flesh.
"No, not at all," she began, tilting her chin back defiantly. "I just came over to see your mother, pay a neighborly call, and if you don't let me go right now, I'll have to tell her."
Brad's lips curled into a smile, his hold on her arms tightening.
"You didn't come over for no cup of sugar, baby. You wanted prick, and that's what you're gonna get – after a while."
His words seared her brain. Christine tried pulling back, but Brad was too strong.
"My brother and me built something for somebody else," he said, his smile indicating some sort of secret. "But now, well hell, it don't matter who the fuck gets into it."
"What are you talking about?" Christine said, still trying to keep her voice even while terror leaped in her veins. Her sandaled feet slipped on the concrete floor while her eyes darted about, searching for some escape route and finding none.
"Over here."
Brad pulled her, twisting his head around every now and then.
Christine was losing her courage fast. They moved from beneath the yellow circle of light toward one wall. Christine could make out something, a large frame – like object standing just in front of her. Brad turned away from her for a moment to check out the contraption.
"Wh-what is this?"
"Somethin' you're gonna like. It's meant to make you listen to me… me and my brother, that is, in case you got any kind of funny ideas about gettin' away 'til we're through with you."
This was mad, insane! He was talking like a lunatic.
"I don't know what your game is, but I've had enough of this!" she snapped, yanking free of his loose hold, then wheeling about and heading for the stairs. Perhaps with enough bravado Christine felt she could pull off her escape.