Sisters in Waiting
A Novelette
Copyright © 1999, Kellis
(From the Albany Morning Banner,
August 23, 1928)
Potters Field Burials, Wednesday:
(Unknown,
Male): Sleeping on NYC track
Stanley J.
Gilligan: Shot dead, assailant unknown
Paddy McGillicuddy: Overdose of illegal spirits
“Cissy, what are you doing?”
“I’ve had an idea.”
“Are you putting on your shift? You can’t go downstairs! Everyone’s asleep.”
Tissy could barely discern the form of her
sister standing beside the bed. The
only light in the room leaked from under the door to the hall. The old building was silent. Apparently the rain had quit. She asked, “What time is it?”
“Who knows?
It’s pretty late.”
“Well, you can turn on a light. I’m awake.”
“I don’t want a light.”
“You don’t?
What are you doing, Cissy?”
“I had an idea.”
“You said that! What idea?”
“About the two cocks.”
“About what?”
“And those peep holes. There’s something under them.”
Tissy had remarked upon it. When they had first discovered the removable
riser, she had noticed a shallow ledge in the other bedroom, close under the
eye holes, barely wide enough to block the view directly below.
“So what?”
“It’s the … what do you call it? - lintel of
a door.”
“Maybe.
Again, so what?”
“I’ll bet it’s a closet door. I want to check what’s under the stairs.”
“That’s boarded up.”
“Are you sure?”
“I …
Hmm. What are you thinking?”
“What if it opens? Remember the storage spot under the stairs in Uncle George’s
cellar?”
“We don’t need more storage.”
“No.
But those peep holes were drilled on purpose. What if there’s a bigger hole between the rooms?”
“Gosh, Cissy!”
“Where are those matches we’re supposed to
use for the candles if power fails?”
“Up on the shelf next to the candles,” Tissy
answered, springing out of bed to help her sister. Cissy lit a candle and they proceeded to the closet.
Their clothing, mostly blouses and outgrown
skirts, hung on the rail between attic staircase and opposite wall. Shoving it back, Tissy exposed the
unfinished planking that lined the staircase.
Lighting the second candle, she helped her sister scrutinize every
plank.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, careful not to
complain too loudly. “You spilled your
wax on me.”
“Well, go put on your shift. No, wait!
This nail is loose.”
“I don’t see what a loose - Oh!”
Cissy had slipped the tip of a fingernail
under the nail head. It came out of the
wood half an inch and stopped - but a large section of planking visibly trembled.
“Pull on that nail!” Tissy commanded
breathlessly.
Grasping the nail head between thumb and
forefinger, the elder obeyed the younger for once. The nail in question was waist high at the end of a board about
midway of the staircase. Cissy’s
exertion caused a section of planking, each board a different length, to swing
away from its irregular butting with the planks that walled the remainder of
the stair case. The swinging section
was hinged at its juncture with the inside wall, where the ends of all planks
were aligned. Apparently the hinges
were rusty; they creaked.
Tissy breathed, “Gosh, it’s a door!”
“A disguised door,” observed Cissy in a low
voice. “Look how uneven these boards
are - as if it was made of odds and ends!
How clever!”
Wincing at the groaning hinges, she swung the
crude-appearing door wide as the compressed clothing would permit, enough for a
girl to slip through easily, even a girl with belly thick as buttocks.
Tissy held her candle high, no longer
complaining of wax intercepted by the swell of her belly. The flickering light illuminated men’s
clothing, also suspended by wire hangers.
“It is a closet!” remarked Tissy.
“I told you so. Wait a minute. You’re
naked!”
Tissy paused, her arm already between the
hanging suit coats. “I forgot.”
Cissy blew out her own candle. “Hold your candle down near the floor and
cup your hand around it. Let out just
the light between two fingers.”
Tissy moved to one side, lowering her candle
as directed, casting only a thin bar of light into the other closet. Cissy slipped past, drawing her shift
carefully aside from the flame. She
felt among the dangling clothing and whispered, “I found the doorknob. Blow your candle out.”
Tissy obeyed, pushing forward until belly
nudged a sisterly back. A dim crack of
light opened over Cissy’s head.
“What do you see?” Tissy demanded in a nearly
silent whisper.
“It’s too dim,” Cissy replied, words barely
audible. Slowly she swung the closet
door wider. Its hinges were mercifully
silent.
Tissy pushed forward beside her sister. Her questing hand struck the partly open
door, causing it to swing faster. It
struck something with a loud wooden crack.
Both girls froze, holding their breath.
The dimness was impenetrable, but they heard
a rustling of bedclothes nearby.
With a click electric light flared
blindingly.
“Oh!” gasped both girls in soprano
dismay. Tissy pushed past her sister,
reaching for the escaped doorknob.
Cissy grabbed for the naked waist, meaning to snatch her back into the
closet, but her gesture struck the side of the swollen belly, forcing the
leaning girl further off balance. Tissy
fell to the carpeted floor with a squeak and a sequence of thumps.
Cissy’s mouth fell open. She stared in horror first at her sister,
then across to the naked man leaning wide-eyed from bed to night stand,
extended hand still on the lamp switch.
As he sprang out of bed she recognized “Thin Cock” from the previous
afternoon. A glance at the other bed
revealed tight covers undisturbed.
Apparently Fat Cock had departed.
Tissy had risen on her knees, where she
crouched, rubbing her elbow. Thin Cock
knelt beside her. “Are you all right?”
He was slim but muscular. Brown eyes beneath disarrayed hair were wide
in concern. Tissy smiled at him, then
glared over her shoulder. “Cissy
knocked me down!”
“But you’re pregnant!” he observed in
amazement, looking up to Cissy and adding, “Both of you!” Back to Tissy: “Are you sure you’re all right?
Here, let me help you up.”
His hands advanced toward her armpits. One reached its objective but not the
other. Tissy instinctively rotated her
torso just enough to slam a hardening nipple into his palm. His hand closed automatically. He raised her to her feet by lifting armpit
and breast.
“I, uh …” he stammered, releasing the armpit
while staring down at a hand unwilling to open.
Tissy looked down also, pressing herself
closer to him. Her eyes rose to
his. “Do you like me?”
“Oh, uh, yes, I -”
“It’s got so much bigger since I came
here. And so heavy! Can you feel how heavy it is?”
He lifted the soft flesh. “Oh, yes!”
The nipple stroked his palm.
“Yours isn’t so heavy, but it’s very long.”
“My …?”
“Thing.”
She swung her belly out of the way.
He twitched as her hand found him.
His organ lay along her palm.
Her fingertips extended into the scrotum. With an intake of breath she added, “Oh, it’s growing! Isn’t it nice, Cissy?”
Eyes wide, he glanced guiltily at the older
sister, who slipped closer to see around the younger’s belly. She cocked her head critically. “It’s already longer than Stan’s.”
“But not quite as thick,” Tissy
contributed. Her fingers closed around
it gently and began to work the loose skin.
She sighed. “Nothing else feels
like this.”
Thin Cock gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing. He began weakly, “Wh-what are you …”
His voice trailed off as Cissy pressed close,
extending her hand to join the sister’s.
She demanded, “Let me!”
“All right!” Tissy agreed reluctantly,
advancing her hand marginally toward the end.
“Look! It’s long enough for us
both to hold it.”
“I want to feel the end, too,” Cissy
complained while immediately grasping the exposed base.
“I was first,” Tissy retorted.
The two hands worked gently together. Tissy paused with the magenta head
exposed. She breathed, “It’s longer
than our two hands are wide!”
Thin Cock shook his head. “I don’t believe this!”
“It is, too!” Tissy retorted. “Just look!”
But he looked down no further than the breast
heavy in his hand. He smiled, shook his
head again and swung a wide and marveling eye on Cissy. “Are … ah … are your tits heavier, too?”
“Oh.
You can’t see in this shift, can you?”
She released him, stooped and in a combination shrug and wriggle, threw
the garment off over her head. Ample
breasts and ampler belly popped into view.
“There!” she exclaimed, throwing the shift to the floor while arching
her back. “Now you can tell.”
His free hand rose to the challenge. Thumb and forefinger tested a prominent
nipple. The girl watched
complaisantly. “Do you like them?”
His answer was to bend over her belly and
take one into his mouth. “Oooh!” she
breathed. “I like that!”
Tissy looked sideways at her smiling sister,
then down to the manhood of which she now had uncontested possession. “If it’s good for the gander …” she
began. Without completing the scrambled
quotation she bent forward and closed lips and tongue over the smooth
head. The man’s body shuddered but her
hand closed securely on the shaft. Her
eyes widened at taste and odor, but curiosity was strong. Careful to keep teeth apart, she applied gentle
suction while stroking with the hand as she had seen done that afternoon.
The man’s hips began to move. The long organ thrust deeper into her
mouth. Shortly it struck the back of
the throat. Immediately her gorge rose,
but determination rose faster. This was
what happened to Fat Cock - but not to her!
She quelled her stomach with an act of will and took the long shaft in
both hands so that only the head could pass her teeth. His hips were plunging fast and the head was
swelling. She applied stronger suction
while her tongue chafed the bottom thread of flesh that Stan had so loved for
her to rub.
Thin Cock’s hand had brushed down Cissy’s
hard belly. Two fingers entered her and
simultaneously stroked that thrilling lump for which she had never heard a
name. He worked her only briefly,
however, before raising a flushed face.
“I … I’m afraid I’m about to …”
His eyes seemed to turn inward. Cissy asked curiously, “About to what?”
His eyes closed. He groaned as tendons stood out in his neck, hips thrusting
forward. Suddenly Cissy
understood. She cocked her head to see
past her own belly. Tissy’s eyes, even
in the deep shade of the arched torso, glittered huge in astonishment.
Thin Cock’s hands flew to Tissy’s temples,
forcing her mouth away. As the organ
emerged, a strong seminal spurt laved her right eye and the cheek below
it. She gasped and clamped both eyes
shut, but before she could withdraw her face another spurt dashed into her
nostrils. She immediately released him
and sat down on the floor with a jarring thud.
“Oh, god!” he moaned, shuddering over his
entire body. Another seminal streak
suddenly decorated the upper curve of Tissy’s belly. He backed away and fell into a seat on the nearby bed, bouncing
once or twice. His hand clasped himself
and worked vigorously, dribbling the last emissions onto the carpet.
Tissy cautiously opened her left eye, spied
the man’s shirt hanging over a nearby chair and appropriated it to wipe face
and body. Meanwhile Cissy sank to her
knees between his legs. Her hand
displaced his. “Let me,” she offered,
looking up solicitously.
He stared at her with wide eyes. When his hand fell away, she further
withdrew the foreskin and took the dark glans into her mouth. “Easy!” he directed, shuddering. “Don’t suck it now!”
She released him, tongue tasting her
lips. She frowned. “Why not?
Can’t you make any more?”
“Not right now,” he averred. His lip curled. “Girls!”
“What’s the matter?”
“You don’t know to quit sucking when it
comes.”
“Oh!”
Cissy’s eyes rounded ingenuously, then narrowed thoughtfully. “I know what you mean.”
“Huh!
How could you!”
“You have to quit licking a girl when she
comes, too.”
“You do?”
“But you can lick all around it.”
“Around what?”
“The sensitive spot.”
“Where’s that?”
“The lump at the top, where the sides come
together.”
“Show me.”
Cissy stood up, raising one foot atop the
bed, pressing her vulva toward the fascinated face. She extended one fingertip around the belly curve, approaching
the clitoris by feel. “Right here.”
He bent his head, squinting into her. “Where?”
Her other hand descended, spreading the labia
with her fingers. She jostled the
clitoral shaft above the junction.
“Watch. It’ll swell up.”
He swung the other eye to bear and declared
petulantly, “I don’t see what you mean.”
“It’s tiny, you know. Give me your finger. You can feel it better than see it.”
He let her guide his fingertip. “But that’s only your clit.”
“My what?”
“Clitoris.
It’s what you meant all along, isn’t it?”
“I … guess.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so?”
She repeated hastily, “You have to quit
licking it directly when you come.” Her
hand descended further and tightened on his penis. “You have to work around it, like this.” She milked the loose skin on the long shaft,
careful to avoid the glans.
“That makes sense,” he agreed, watching her
hand.
She massaged him gently, remarking, “Your
thing is very nice.”
“Is it?”
“It’s so long!”
“Do you think it’s very long?”
She lowered the raised knee to the bed beside
him and pivoted on it until she knelt astride his thighs, leaning back to
accommodate the swollen belly. Her hand
guided him deftly into her. “Oh!” she
sighed. “I’m very glad it’s so long!”
“I see what you mean,” he agreed, sagging
backward into the bedcovers. She leaned
forward, buttocks beginning to bounce.
His hands rose to cup her swinging breasts.
Tissy clambered up onto the bed beside them
and leaned her chest toward the man’s face.
She said petulantly, “You sucked hers!”
Nothing loathe, he turned his face to her and
took a nipple into his mouth. She
allowed his attention for a few seconds then backed away, explaining, “I
thought of something better.”
She crawled past him and turned her back,
kneeling with buttocks raised. Slowly
her pubes settled over his face. Cissy
saw his tongue appear before darting into the thicket of hair. It was not long before the younger sister
began to shudder and moan. Cissy well
knew what the other was feeling. Her
sphincters tightened around the firm rod, a sensation unavailable with merely a
tongue, and her orgasm built, wave upon wave, until it approached the best of
her experience with Stan. She was
hardly aware of a caterwauling Tissy rolling to one side, her hands replacing
the man’s tongue, nor the wet male face, contorted with passion, thus
exposed. Finally she felt the sudden
increase of moisture that bespoke the male contribution. It permitted her own crisis to end.
She rolled on her back and lay panting with
the others, amazed at the depth of her satisfaction. The man was the first to give voice. “Good god!” he cried in awe.
Tissy crawled around and raised up on her
elbows, contemplating his midsection.
Her hand darted out. “It’s
drooping,” she announced petulantly.
“I guess it is!” he agreed with feeling.
“Just like Stan.”
“Who’s Stan?”
“The one who did this to us.”
He glanced from her to the sister and
back. “You mean the same man caught you
both?”
“Yeah.
Stan.”
“Good god!
Some people have all the luck.”
“You think it was lucky?”
“Do I ever!
Screwing you two hot tomatoes is the best luck I ever had!”
Tissy stared at him quizzically. Cissy raised up on a elbow, also
staring. “What’s so lucky about it?”
she wondered.
“For one thing, where’d you come from?”
“Albany,” Tissy answered.
“I mean, tonight. Just now. What were you
looking for in my closet?”
“It was a door -” Tissy began.
Seized with an idea, he interrupted, “You
were planning to visit Dick, weren’t you?”
“Dick?”
“Dick Shendley.” He jerked his chin to indicate a direction over his
shoulder. “Through that other door. That’s it, isn’t it? You came in from the hall, meaning to take
the shortcut to Dick’s room. Only you
mistook my closet door. Ha! Talk about luck!”
Suddenly his fatuous smile became a
frown. “Wait a minute.” He glared at Tissy. “You were naked! You’ve been traipsing through the halls naked. Are you crazy?”
Tissy glanced helplessly at her sister, who
responded firmly, “No halls, mister -
What’s your name, by the way?”
He grunted.
“About time we got around to that, isn’t it? I’m Arleigh Jones. Who’re
you?”
“‘Arleigh,’” Cissy repeated. “That’s an unusual name.”
“I’m named for an uncle. Want to hear something else funny? He was queer, too!”
Cissy shrugged. “Lots of uncles have funny ways.”
“Yeah, funny! What about you two?”
“Excuse me.
I am Cecilia Harwick and that’s my sister, Theresa Harwick. We are very pleased to meet you, Arleigh.”
“Especially this part,” added Tissy, holding
up the part in question, now obviously in need of external support.
“I can’t believe this!” the man breathed.
“Why not?” asked the older sister. “You can call us Cissy and Tissy.”
The latter inquired in evident
disappointment, “How long will it take for this to get hard again?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “Hey, I got it! You came to see Dick, did you?
Why don’t I go fetch him for you?”
Tissy began, “Is he the one with the fat -”
But the man shoved himself out of bed and
strode across the room to the door in the far wall that the girls had assumed
was only a second closet. He pushed it
open without knocking and disappeared into the inner darkness.
Cissy took advantage of his departure to
satisfy her curiosity. From this side
the four eyeholes were plainly visible as undisguised dark gaps in the green
wallpaper above the closet door. She
realized that she’d seen their like before.
It had hardly been twenty years since the first electric wiring was
installed in existing houses via insulators driven through walls just below the
ceiling. A casual observer would merely
assume that the electrical system here had been updated without masking the
initial scars. It was indeed a likely
reason for these holes, the riser removable because of overlooked fasteners -
but no, not with a secret door, too!
That part, she decided, must have been deliberate.
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