When Dad came out of his room he was dressed in his casual around-the-house clothes; i.e. white shirt, tie, slacks, and hush-puppies. Other men might slop around in T-shirts and old jeans, but to Dad that was decadent His thick, dark hair was freshly combed and slicked down just a little more with his hair cream. His pants were pressed, his shirt brightly white, everything about him was perfect. A handsome man, athletic of build, Dad took a strange pride in his appearance-strange only because it wasn't meant to impress anyone but himself. If he'd been wooing a woman we might have understood his military demeanour.
“Get off Bobby's bed,” he said curtly.
“Sorry Dad.” I got to my feet and walked out of the room to go into Elaine's. The dress went back into the closet and I wrapped a towel around my naked body to go into the shower. I had to pass Dad again to get to the bathroom and he treated me to a disapproving look. Uptight old bastard, I thought, closing the door behind me and letting the towel drop to the floor. “One of these days I'll treat him to a sight he'll never forget,” I vowed in silence. “I'll give him the beaver shot of his lifetime and then let's see how big a prig he is.' No sooner had I thought that thought than I flushed from head to toe. What a way to think about one's father! Then again-what could he do? Send me back to boarding school, that's what.
I made the shower purposely cold and let it cool me down from the outside in. Bob and I had been lucky that day but how often could we count on parental blunders to bring us together? Now that I'd had a taste of meat again I was less than anxious to return to masturbation. Dad was obviously as suspicious as ever. Well, he had good reason to be. Bob and I would go at it whenever we could. They couldn't guard us day and night. But how much nicer it would be if they would just leave us alone to do what we wanted!
With a sigh I let my mind dwell on that happening-free to make love within the family, Bob, Elaine, and me, and perhaps Aunt Liz and Nora too, later. But it seemed impossible, no matter how much I wish it wasn't. I dried myself down, dressed in fresh jeans and a skimpy top, and joined the others downstairs. Mum was home. When I first laid eyes on her I wasn't sure if I was seeing her or Aunt Liz. It took me a moment or so to dissociate the two, and the process left me blushing. Thinking of Mum of sexual terms was a strain for me… thinking that it was her tits that I had sucked, that it was her cunt Bob had eaten and fucked… it would pay me to keep her and her sister well apart.
Elaine came home just before dinner. She looked very excited and kept winking at me. I couldn't imagine what she had in her mind but I was glad she was glad. Dinner table conversation ran sluggishly. Dad limited the subjects that could be discussed. No sex, of course, and he objected to politics, religion and emotions, too. That left us to make small talk. Nora had the most trouble accepting his censorship. She wanted to discuss her new theories-not so much to get us interested as to air her views and debate them with herself. After some hesitation she began, saying: “The rally was a real success today, Mum.”
“That's nice, dear,” said Mum without looking up from her food.
“So many women came-and not just students either! You would have fitted right in. And I'll bet a lot of your friends were marching, too. Why don't you come some time, Mum, it'll really open your eyes up!”
Dad flashed her a dirty look but Nora gave him one right back and returned her attention to Mum. She didn't respond other than to nod and say: “Maybe.”
“Oh Mum, you make me so angry sometimes,” said Nora. “You won't try anything new.”
“Nora,” Dad said warningly.
“We're getting into so many exciting things,” Nora pressed on. “Like discovering ourselves, holding rap sessions, exploring the extent of role playing. It couldn't do you any harm, Mum, just come once with me one day.”
“Nora, would you please shut up,” Dad said firmly. “I don't want to come home after a hard day to hear about a bunch of crazy women who imagine the world is fooled by their warped words. All they are is perverted and I do wish you'd stop associating with them.”
Nora turned red with anger. Her dark eyes flashed dangerously and her notorious bad temper took over. “What do you mean, perverted!” she said loudly. “You think all Women's Libbers are just a group of dykes looking for a party, right?”
“Shut your mouth. I will not have such talk at the dinner table!”
“Well, let me tell you something, Dad, we women have reached a new point of development. We don't even care about sex anymore. We're all going celibate!”
Dad turned on her like a snake who's tail had been stepped on. “Sex!” he hissed. “That's all I ever hear about in this household! What is the matter with you kids, isn't there anything in the world apart from sex? This has to stop!”
“You must be kidding,” Nora retorted. “Say you were. I'm talking about celibacy and you say I'm talking smutty. That's as if I mentioned Joe McCarthy and you said I was talking about Communism!”
But Dad wasn't open to reason. He stood up and pushed his chair back so hard that it toppled and crashed to the floor. “Enough!” he roared, pointing an accusing finger at Nora. “Change the subject or shut up. You've done enough damage for one day, young lady.”
“Young lady!” she repeated with measured sarcasm, but she went no further. An ominous silence hung over the dinner table. Dad sat down again and continued to eat. Mum hadn't said a word or changed her facial expression throughout the discussion. Sometimes she reminded me of a zombie. She went about her chores dutifully, cooked well, took care of the household, but there was no joy in anything she did.
Just before we left the table she looked up and said to Nora: “By the way, Nora, you'll be sharing your room with Bob from tonight on. Aunt Liz is coming to stay with us for a while.” That said, she got up and began to clear the table. Nora shrugged and took it on the chin. But Bob and I were crushed. I had planned to sneak into his room that night. The day had been such a sexual explosion, and it wasn't over yet. My body needed him so, if not his cock specifically, then at least his touch, his warmth. Mum had put a damper on our plans the way one might squash an ant while taking a walk.
The news that Aunt Liz would be staying with us mollified me a little-and confused me a great deal! Why should she want to stay with us when she lived only a few miles away? And why hadn't Aunt Liz said anything about it earlier in the day? It didn't make sense. Even when Aunt Liz arrived and said how grateful she was to be able to stay with us while her house was being redecorated, it did nothing to clear up my doubts.
Bob and I had a moment alone near bed time. I saw in his eyes that he was as disappointed as me… though didn't I see a spark of anticipation there as well? Nora was extremely attractive and her tits were bigger than mine. But I felt silly for thinking along those lines. Why hadn't he gone after her before, while I was at school? Nora's views on sex were somewhat reassuring, too.
“See you tomorrow,” Bob said.
“Couldn't you sneak into my room sometime tonight?” I whispered. “Elaine won't mind, I'm sure of it.”
“I'll see,” he said.
“Do try, Bob, just for a few minutes,” I said.
But the hours went by and he didn't show. I lay in the darkness of Elaine's room listening to her excited stories about her hiking experiences and how she had taught her friend to masturbate while they were skinny dipping in the woods. I was glad for her but too preoccupied with my own desires to get involved with here. Even when Elaine suggested she come into my bed I kept her at a distance. I told her I was too tired-and I was! Yet I couldn't sleep for fear of missing Bob's visit.