Sisters in Waiting
A Novelette
Copyright © 1999, Kellis
October 22, 1928
Dear Uncle Edward,
May I talk to you alone?
If you can, please meet me on the way to the viewing stand at 4:00 p.m.
Your respectful new friend,
C. H.
P.S.: A thumb hurts but I love what comes next.
Cissy awoke to the realization that something
was shaking the bed. She raised up to
find one of the maids, a young dark girl, with hands on Tissy’s shoulders. “Wake up, Miss Theresa!”
“Wh-what is it?” asked the younger sister,
yawning suddenly.
“Miss Horner sent me. You gonna be late for your exam.”
Tissy threw the cover onto Cissy and sat up,
stretching. The maid drew back in
shock. “What you doing sleeping naked?”
Tissy grinned. “It feels good.”
“You rich gals, always breaking the
rules! Well, come on. Here’s your shift. It’s enough. We just
going down the backstairs.”
“I need to tinkle.”
“Tinkle for Doc. He wants to smell it anyway.
Now put this on!”
Tissy moaned, “I’m sleepy!”
Cissy nudged her. “Better do it. They’ll
make an awful row.”
Tissy complained as she struggled into the
tangled garment, “Knew it was a bad idea going to sleep. I’m hungry.
Should’ve sneaked down and stole a bun from the kitchen. And a cup of coffee. Oh, that would be so good!”
“You’ll go to breakfast right after the
exam,” Cissy assured her. “It never
takes long. Just spread out and let him
look.”
“Need a bath, too.”
“Don’t have time,” declared the maid. “Here’s your slippers. That’s good enough. Doc don’t care if your hair ain’t brushed.”
“Okay, okay!
I’m coming.”
When the door closed behind them, Cissy
turned over, wanting to go back to sleep.
But the note to Uncle Edward would not leave her mind. She sighed and got reluctantly out of bed.
She stood a moment, recalling the wording she
had chosen before falling asleep. The
radiators under the window hissed.
Distant thuds and clanks rebounded in the huge old building as other
people came awake.
She sat at the table and took out pen, ink
and stationery. Her pen scratched
quickly through the short note. She
folded it into a small envelope and marked Uncle Edward on the front in
large cursive loops. After a moment’s
thought she sealed it with her tongue.
She retrieved the black leather notebook,
presumably Arleigh’s. Indeed it
contained names, addresses and a few telephone numbers, in a neat hand, some in
different inks, most in pencil. She
recognized only two: Richard Jeffries
Shendley, Jr., presumably Dick, and Edward Mastrit. Uncle Edward? Quickly she
copied both names and their particulars into her own notebook.
How long before the call to breakfast? Soon, she was sure. She dashed into the closet and slipped
silently up the stairs. She grunted with
aggravation when she saw the riser still lying out of place on the stop
step. Tissy must have gotten up again
after all! Ducking, she peered through
the eye-holes into the adjacent bedroom.
Arleigh lay naked and coverless in the bed on his side, knees drawn
up. She watched him a long moment. His eyes were closed and his breathing was
slow and even. The other bed was empty.
Did she dare it? What would he do to her - poke her again? She grinned, thinking she wouldn’t mind,
aside from being missed at breakfast.
She decided to gamble.
She carefully replaced the detachable riser
this time before descending. At the
bottom of the stairs she pushed in among the clothing and easily pried out the
significant nail. The disguised door
creaked as she pulled on it. She made a
mental note to find oil for its hinges.
She opened the closet door on the men’s side
and slipped wraith-like into the next room.
Arleigh remained as she had last seen him. At this close range she finally spied the flaccid male organ
tucked down between the testicles. With
a sigh she resisted the sudden impulse to bend and kiss it. She laid her envelope in the middle of the
night stand, with sudden inspiration on top of an opened package of
cigarettes. The leather address book
she laid quietly on the floor between stand and bed.
She couldn’t just leave him. He looked cold and vulnerable to her. Using both hands, she took the sheet
crumpled at the foot of the bed and drew it very gently over the curled
body. She froze as the man’s breathing
paused. Then it resumed with the same rhythm,
whereupon she whirled and beat a silent if hasty retreat.
With everything secure behind her, even her
own closet door closed, she hoped to get just a few more precious minutes of
sleep. But it was not to be.
She had almost reached the bed when the sound
of hurrying feet in the hall caused her to pause with a puzzled frown. Suddenly the main door banged open and
several people pushed into the room.
With wide eyes she recognized Dr. Durling, Nurse Peabody and Old Lady
Horner, who was dragging Tissy by the arm.
“Good!
She’s awake,” the man observed to his associates. He crossed the room quickly, white coat
parting, stethoscope flying at his neck, to stand before Cissy. “Young lady, lie down on that bed,
please. Nurse, turn on all the lights
and bring me that table lamp.”
“Lie down?” repeated Cissy.
“Immediately, please. I find it necessary to do a special
gynecological examination. And take off
that shift.”
Biting her lip, Cissy reached for the hem of
the garment and drew it over her head.
The overhead bulb made the room brighter than the early morning daylight
filtering through the shades. She
glared at her sister. “What have you
done now?”
“I didn’t tell them,” Tissy retorted.
“Silence!” Old Lady Horner roared.
The doctor’s hand pushed Cissy toward the
bed. “Sit right here on the edge and
lay back … Very good. Back further, please… Now lift your heels to the edge. Good.
Speculum, nurse!”
The woman in white took the L-shaped device
from her uniform pocket and pressed it into the doctor’s extended hand while he
muttered, “Not that we really need it.
Do you smell it, too?”
“Yes, doctor. Stale semen, the same as her sister.”
“Nevertheless we shall …”
Cissy flinched, shivering, as the metal
instrument slipped between her nether lips.
“Oh, it’s cold!”
The doctor ignored her complaint, falling to
his knees. “Point the light here,
nurse.”
Holding the bedside lamp securely in both
hands, the woman turned its unshaded top toward Cissy and thrust it close to
the man’s shoulder. The girl twitched
as he compressed the handles to open the instrument inside her. He ducked his head and peered into the
distended orifice. “No question about
it,” he announced. “At least as fresh
as her sister’s.”
The nurse suggested with a note of discovery,
“Doctor, notice the anus.”
“Hmm!
Do you suppose …”
“Well, that moisture might have seeped across
…”
“No, the perineum is dry. We’ll know in a jiffy.”
He collapsed the speculum, withdrew it and
immediately presented it to the lower opening.
Cissy twisted herself. “What are
you doing?”
“Hold still, please! Just another moment …”
She twitched. “That hurts!”
“All right.
This is far enough. Would you confirm,
nurse? Can you see?”
“Yes, I can, doctor. That’s hardly seepage!”
“Very well.”
The man withdrew his instrument, rose to his feet and backed away. “You may get dressed,” he told Cissy coldly.
The lamp returned to the end table as Cissy
reached for her shift. Old Lady Horner
pressed forward, still holding Tissy.
“Doctor Durling, is it as we suspected?”
“Rather more, I’d say,” he responded dryly,
returning the speculum to the nurse.
“Both vaginas have been freshly seminalized. So has this rectum.”
“Her … rectum?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“But …
But that’s impossible!”
“Apparently not, Miss Horner. The evidence is unmistakable. Furthermore Nurse Peabody, whose nose is
very sensitive to such matters, recognized residual traces even on Theresa’s breath!
What of this one, nurse?”
“It may be, doctor. It’s too faint to be certain.”
He grunted.
“Mark it as probable, then. Let
me restate what I said in the office:
to be so readily discernible now, the samples must have been deposited
in the last two or three hours. No
earlier.”
Miss Horner, eyes large, stared through her
pince-nez from one to the other. “B-but
seminal fluid comes from men!”
The man nodded solemnly. “I believe that is correct, madam, of this
fluid, at least. The ejaculate of dog
or horse has a different odor.”
“And these two girls have seen no man but you
in the last two months.”
The doctor drew himself up. “What are you suggesting?”
“No, no!”
The woman’s face contorted. “I
mean, how could they have been with men?”
“Well put, madam,” the doctor agreed. “It took several men to leave such traces.”
The nurse looked speculatively from one
sister to the other. “You might ask the
girls.”
With an effort Miss Horner smoothed her
expression. She managed a smile that
erased many of her middle-aged wrinkles.
She adjusted her pince-nez with one hand, but the eyes that it magnified
were not smiling. She sat down on the
bed and put an arm around the young shoulders.
“Cecilia, my dear, I need to ask you an important question.”
Cissy leaned away as far as she could and
stared silently back at the woman, who continued, “It’s very much for your own
good. And mine. Your uncle - you know the kind of man he is
- will kill all of us if he finds out about this. Will you tell me who - what men - you saw early this morning?”
“Men!” the girl retorted sarcastically. She gestured toward the main door. “That’s the only way in. You said it: just how could they get here?”
“I don’t know,” the woman replied,
compressing her lips, “but they surely did!
Now, young lady, you are going to tell -”
Suddenly her voice stopped. Eyes swelling triumphantly, she cried, “Oh,
no, it isn’t!”
“Isn’t what?” asked Cissy.
“The only way in. If I remember -”
The plump old woman leapt to her feet and
dashed to the closet. She snatched open
the door. They all heard her crow,
“Good god, I was right!” She
disappeared into the closet.
Doctor and nurse hastened to follow her.
Tissy dropped onto the foot of the bed. “Told you I didn’t tell.”
Cissy shook her head. “I believe you. I forgot about the odor.”
She grinned. “Nuts roasting. I like it.”
“So do I.
Told you I need a bath.”
“I know it.
Well, I guess this ruins us again.”
Tissy’s chin rose. “I’ll figure out a way to see Dick, you watch!”
Cissy shook her head and said glumly,
“They’ll move us to another room, that’s what you can watch for.”
“Listen!
They’re climbing the stairs.”
“The stairs?
Well, they would.”
Tissy’s eyes had widened. “Maybe they won’t find the door!”
Cissy drew a breath. The sisters stared at each other in sudden
hope.
* *
* *
“Where’d you say you found this?”
“I was getting dressed after breakfast. When I reached for cigarettes to put in my
case, there it was, lying on top of the pack I opened last night.”
Uncle Edward nodded slowly. “She must have sneaked in while you were at
breakfast.”
“‘She!’
I knew it was one of them. Which
one?”
“Cissy.”
“Great!
What’s she say?”
The older man thought for a moment, then
passed the unfolded note to Arleigh, who scanned it quickly. “Oho!
She likes what came after the thumb.
That was me!”
Uncle Edward grinned. “She has a point. I suspect you’ll find most girls prefer that long, thin article
of yours up the bum. It may too readily
bang the cervix otherwise.”
“The cervix?”
“The mouth of the womb. That item is easily bruised.”
“The womb?”
“That, too, I imagine.”
“What are you talking about, uncle?”
“You never felt it? I can’t believe with one that long you never felt it.”
“I … I felt something … once or twice.”
“Once or twice!” Suddenly the older face softened. “I see. Cissy was your
first girl, wasn’t she?”
Arleigh looked away. “Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. He smiled.
“God, it was sweet!”
The elder grunted. “Sweet, indeed! Too bad
cunt has to be mounted on women.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll find a lot of baggage goes with that
sweetness. Where is this ‘viewing
stand?’”
“You’re going?”
“Where is it?”
“About a hundred yards through the
woods. On top of the bluff.”
“What does one view?”
“Miles up and down the river on either side
of the bend. Will you meet her?”
“She says ‘on the way.’ It’s a private spot?”
“On a weekday, I guess. Probably she means in the woods.”
Uncle Edward nodded slowly. “Yes, I’ll go. A private talk with them is exactly what we need.”
“You don’t sound too keen on it!”
“Maybe I’m not.”
“What’s the problem?”
The elder was slow to answer. At last he muttered, “It worries me that she’s
the one who asked for it!”
* *
* *
“But who were the men?”
Miss Horner sighed. “I’m sorry, sir, but at this point we can’t say. There are two other accesses to the
attic. The one in the front hall has
dust all over it. I don’t think it’s
been disturbed in ten years and furthermore a ladder is required to use
it. The other is in the closet of room
302 and has a staircase similar to the one in the girls’ room. Without a doubt that is the one they used.”
“Very good.”
The graying director nodded.
“302 is in the men’s section.
Who are the occupants of that room?”
Miss Horner sighed more heavily. “That’s the problem, sir. None at present.”
“You mean …”
“Yes, sir.
Any men on the third floor might have slipped into that room and met the
sisters.”
“Through the attic and the connecting
staircases?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you determine which room they actually
used?”
Miss Horner sighed a third time. “That’s another puzzle. The beds in 302 were made and showed no
evidence of being touched. I had them
stripped to be certain. And the girls’
beds showed no evidence of occupancy by men!”
“What evidence did you - oh.”
“Exactly!”
The plump woman nodded. “We
concluded that the girls were introduced to another room or rooms in the men’s
section. I asked the maids to watch for
signs of it and they laughed at me. Of
course.”
“Why ‘of course.’”
Miss Horner lowered her eyes but raised them
determinedly. “As the maids said, men
need no help to stain their sheets.”
“Ah, yes…
See here, Dr. Durling, are you certain it was seminal fluid? I don’t mean to tell you your business, but
in the city I once ran a charity home for unwed mothers. I recall several instances of odorous
secretions produced without male assistance.”
The doctor straightened in his chair and
declared with unmistakable conviction, “In my professional opinion, Mr.
Millinger, it was seminal fluid less than two hours old.”
Miss Horner sniffed. “The girls don’t deny they’d been
with men! They’re indifferent to our
questions, when they aren’t smirking behind our backs. They have the attitude of guttersnipes. I don’t know what the younger generation is
coming to!”
The elderly director rested his elbows on the
desk, forming a steeple with fingers extended above either hand. Contemplating the steeple instead of his two
visitors, he said thoughtfully, “All of us know their uncle’s reputation, which
does not include generosity.
Nevertheless he’s a generous man.
You may not be aware that he recently endowed a new wing here to be
built in the spring. But he is also a
terribly vengeful man. If he decides
that his nieces were wronged, he has the power and the ruthlessness to ruin us
all absolutely.
“So I ask you again, doctor, is it possible
that what you saw this morning was only some female secretion, naturally
occurring, even if uncommon, to pregnant women?”
“It was … ah …” The white-coated man shook his head. “It was seminal fluid.”
The director studied him. “I think the new wing should have a small
scientific laboratory, with microscopes and other medical instruments, to
improve the attention we can offer our unfortunate inmates. I ask you once again, doctor: wasn’t it actually a species of natural
secretion?”
“A species …
Yes, certainly it was a natural secretion!”
The director nodded. “Good.
Just one further step. You have
no microscope to be sure about it - a circumstance to be remedied next spring. Therefore could this not have been a purely female
excretion?”
The doctor looked from the director’s
piercing eyes to those of Miss Horner, who raised hers to the ceiling. The corners of her lips twitched upward.
“You smelled it!” he hissed.
She stared at him and shrugged. “I smelled natural corruption.”
“Very well, then.” The doctor sniffed. “Have
it your way.”
“It was female?” asked the old man.
The doctor looked away. “It was female.”
“Only!” declared the director with
emphasis. “I want a report to that
effect on my desk by tomorrow, and don’t weasel too much on the wording.
“Now, what about harm to these
girls? What is the likelihood of damage
caused by such strenuous sexual activity?”
The doctor recovered his professional
aplomb. “In my opinion … none. That is, so long as they only admit
penises. I have in my desk a paper that
describes the experience of an Irish brothel catering to this, ah, letch,
whose women are gainfully employed until their water breaks. Young women suffer no damage, and these
girls are at that age.”
He paused thoughtfully, then added,
“Fortunately none of our younger men exhibits symptoms of venereal disease.”
An elder eyebrow rose. “That’s a bit surprising, now that you call
my attention to it.”
“Homosexual encounters may be less risky.”
“I suppose so. I’d like to borrow that paper, if I may.”
“Yes, of course.”
The director cleared his throat. “Now, then.
It’s incumbent upon us to prevent any further sexual congress with these
girls.” He stared at the woman. “I presume you moved them to another room.”
She sighed and uncrossed her legs under the
ankle-length dress. “Just at the moment
we don’t have a spare room in the women’s section.”
“What?
Madam Horner, I strongly suggest that you find one, even -”
“Excuse me, sir. It’s not necessary. I
have a simpler solution.”
* *
* *
“In here, Uncle Edward.”
The slim man paused at the sound of the high
girlish voice, barely heard above his boots crunching the gravel. The underbrush, already stripped of most
leaves, grew close here on both sides of the path. He saw no one, either in front or behind.
“Over here!”
A gap of somewhat greater regularity extended
among the trees to the right. The voice
had come down that gap. He raised his
own, breath puffing in the cold autumn air.
“Are you in the woods?”
“Not far,” was the answer. “Only enough for nobody to see us.”
If he turned just so and carefully avoided
that tree limb, he might … After a
frown and a sigh he penetrated the first stand of trees without mishap and came
immediately upon a small clearing.
Cissy stood in high grass in the middle of it, wearing a long mink coat
pulled close around her. Her blonde
head was the brightest object in the deep shade.
His frown became a smile. “There you are!”
“We can hear anybody coming on the
gravel.” She returned his smile. “You got my note!”
“Yes, thank you. Your cursive was neatly done.”
The girl nodded. “The tutor worked hard on our penmanship.” She stepped forward, belly bumping him
through both coats. She studied him
earnestly. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
He took his hands from his pockets and cupped
her cheeks, rosy from the cold. Leaning
forward, he kissed the puckering lips gently.
Suddenly her hands went around his head and pulled his mouth hard
against hers. He opened to her tongue,
shrugged mentally and returned the gesture while his hands slipped into the
front of her coat and cupped her firm breasts beneath their layers of cloth.
Her eyes sparkled in delight when their faces
parted. “You are glad to see
me!”
He smiled.
“All I had to do was remember last night.”
Hands on her body felt the shiver. “Oh-h-h,” she breathed. “That was wonderful.”
“You liked what came after the thumb, eh?”
“Oh, I did.
I can almost feel it now! That’s
what I wanted to talk to you about.”
He asked curiously, “Anal sex?”
“What?
No, I mean …
More
sex! Why is it, Uncle Edward, that
everyone wants to keep girls and boys apart?”
“It seems that way to you, does it?” He smiled slightly and nudged her belly with
his own. “This is one
reason! Didn’t you know you could get
caught?”
She lowered her eyes. “I knew it.”
“Then why did you chance it?”
Her eyes returned to his and narrowed in
defiance. “I didn’t care. I never knew anything could feel so
good. If this is the cost, I’ll pay
it.”
He nodded.
“Women always do. But it’s a
higher cost than you realize yet. You
need to get married, Cissy.”
Her eyes widened. “Married!”
He studied her and shook his head in
wonder. “You don’t have the slightest
idea what’s in store for you and Tissy, do you.”
“I don’t?”
“Why do you think your uncle killed your
lover, the father of your children?”
She returned his stare. After a moment she replied, “He said he’d do
the same to us if we talked about it.”
“Well, he might, too. From that, you ought see how strongly he
feels about it.”
“I know he does, Uncle Edward, but why?”
“Oh, just call me ‘Ed,’ will you?”
“All right.
Ed.” She seemed to taste the
word. “It was your thumb, wasn’t it,
and Arleigh’s cock?”
“Yes.”
“You did Tissy.”
“I tried.”
“Didn’t you like her?”
“Yes, I liked her. As to why your uncle hates your pregnancy … The man who did it to you was his chauffeur!”
She nodded.
“That’s right.”
“You can’t marry a chauffeur. The richest girl in Albany county marrying
her chauffeur? I should say girls! No wonder he killed him! I might’ve done it myself.”
“We’re the richest girls?”
“Probably.
When you inherit your uncle’s estate, surely.”
The girl thought a moment then shrugged. “Marriage!
We don’t care about marriage.”
Her hand fumbled low in the front of his greatcoat. “You know what we want, don’t you?”
“I know.
But Cissy, you’ve got to understand:
even rich girls have a lot of trouble about that unless they get
married.”
“What difference does it make?”
“All the difference in the world! When they get married, they can do it often
as they like. If they get pregnant,
well, that’s what marriage is for.”
“Really?”
“Yes, indeed. That’s why I’ve - What’s
the matter, Cissy? Do you need to pee?”
“Yes!” she declared vehemently, then
explained with a hint of embarrassment, “It never used to come on me so
suddenly.”
“Let me trample down a spot for you.”
He stepped to one side and hurriedly crushed
a yard-wide area of grass. She had
already bent to lift the fur coat hem and the underlying skirts to her waist.
She positioned herself and squatted, looking
up to him with a leer. “You may watch
if you wish. Stan loved to watch us
pee.”
“Thank you, but I’ve seen women pee. Don’t you wear panties?”
“They won’t stay up with a belly this big.”
“I see.”
“I know you’ve seen a lot,” she admitted
above the rushing stream. “That’s why I
wanted to talk to you.”
Steam rose from between her legs and she
wobbled a bit on her heels. He put a
hand on her shoulder to steady her.
“Tell me again what you wanted us to discuss.”
“You know.”
“How to guarantee your sexual indulgence?”
She frowned.
“Guarantee? We just want it
without all the meanness.”
“I’ve told you how to get that.”
“Marriage?”
“Exactly.”
“But who would we marry?”
He chuckled and nodded. “That’s the question. Believe it or not, I have an answer for
you.”
As
she stood up, he fished in his pockets and produced a handkerchief. She promptly wiped herself and handed it
back, finally letting coat and skirts fall.
The stained article went to his nose.
“Ah-h-h!” he breathed.
Her eyes widened. “You like it?”
“Women’s piss is not at all unpleasant. It’s their ways I dislike.”
“Their ways?”
He returned the handkerchief to his pocket
and gestured negligently. “I’m only kidding. We were discussing whom you might
marry. Dick is for Tissy, of
course. He is quite smitten with her! Does she retain any feeling for him?”
“Ah …
Yes, some.”
“Good.
I’m sure it will strengthen. And
you get to choose between Corky and Arleigh.”
Her gaze turned speculative. “Corky and Arleigh?”
“Training is very important, Cissy. These boys can move confidently in your
social circles. I believe your uncle
could be persuaded to bless either of them.”
“I get a choice?”
“You certainly do.”
“Then I choose you!”
“Eh?
What? B-but -”
Her arms went around him again. He felt her breath on his neck. She murmured, “You saw just now how I needed
to go. I want to marry a man who knows
what a girl needs.”
He hugged her in return. “Thank you, Cissy. I am deeply honored. But
your uncle would never accept me. He’d
think I’m too old for you. And he’d be
right.”
“You’re younger than he is!”
“Perhaps so.
But I’m 47, Cissy, easily old enough to be your father.”
She leaned against him. “I wish you were.
Then we wouldn’t have any trouble over sex, I bet!”
He choked before agreeing, “Probably
not. Did you say your parents were
killed in a train crash?”
“Yes, when Tissy was still only a babe in
arms.”
“Harwick, eh? I’ll have to look that up.
But right now the question is a lot more immediate. How do we all propose to get together
again?”
The girl grinned. “That’s easy!” Suddenly
she sobered. “If we take care. Old Lady Horner found out about you this
morning.”
The man paled. “She - she what?”
“I don’t mean you! I mean that we’d been with men. We forgot it was time for Tissy’s next
exam. They found man juice in her -”
“M-man juice?”
“The nurse called it gypsum, or something
like that.”
“Jism, you mean. The proper word is ‘semen.’”
“Like sailors?”
“No, no.
Jism! Keep calling it jism. You say they found jism in Tissy?”
“Then they came for me and found some more.”
“My god!
What did they do about it?”
“The wrong thing. They put a padlock on the hatch at the top of the attic stairs.”
He stared at her. “You’d been getting into the men’s section through the attic?”
The girl laughed. “No, but I guess they thought so.”
“How do you get in?”
“We found a secret door.”
“A secret door! In the hall?”
She grinned and blinked her eyes. “It’s a secret.”
“Of course,” he responded soothingly. “Cissy, what did they say to you?”
She frowned thoughtfully. “That was rather strange. Old Lady Horner started in on us about who
the men were, how did we meet them, just as you’d expect. But when she remembered the stairs to the
attic she shut up. We’ve been left
alone ever since. They even let Tissy
go to the library.”
The man looked hastily around. “Could they have followed you?”
“Not on that gravel! I’d only been here a minute or two. You would’ve seen them.”
“Likely you’re right,” he admitted
slowly. “And it’s very unlikely they’d
notify your uncle.”
The girl’s hand flew to her face. “Oh, I hope not!”
He said confidently, “No one volunteers bad
news to the king when he’s known to have your uncle’s temper. But they’ll be watching you.”
She nodded.
“I think so, too, at least for a few days.”
He looked around again. “Who saw you leave the building?”
“Nobody.
I sneaked down the back stairs when the coast was clear.”
“Still, we’d better not dally here.”
Her eyebrows rose. “We’ve only been out a few minutes.”
He shook his head. “They’ll miss you. We’d
better get you back soon.”
“Oh!”
She was clearly disappointed.
“What is it, Cissy?”
“C-can I … at least play with your thing?”
She stood directly before him, staring
earnestly into his eyes. He
nodded. “I suppose, if you wish
it.” His hands parted his coat and opened
buttons. He added diffidently, “I’m
afraid it’s not very impressive, my dear.
It draws up in the cold.”
“I’d love to warm it!” she declared
breathily. Her hands slipped into the
open clothing and clasped him, moving quickly but gently to capture his entire
genitalia.
“Ah, uh, I regret we don’t have time to, uh,
warm it. I need to ask you just a few
more questions while we have privacy.
How old are you, Cissy?”
“18,” she answered, hard belly pressed
against him.
“Have they told you when your baby is due?”
“No, they haven’t.” Her eyes widened. “You
mean it has a schedule?”
“Nine months for cow and countess,” he
quoted. “When was your last monthly
blood?”
“In February, the same as Tissy. Oooh!
It must be getting warmer.”
“February…
Good god, eight months! … Ah,
how old is Tissy?”
“16.
Stan called these ‘balls.’
They’re so much smaller than last night!”
“It’s the cold… Easy, there. Ah, Cissy,
do you know your uncle’s mailing address?”
“Yes, at the main house. It’s Elysian Grove at -”
“Just a moment.” A hand fetched notebook and pencil from an inside pocket. “Go ahead.
And spell Elysian.”
When he had written as she directed, he
continued, pencil still poised, “Now this is important. Where could you and Tissy have met us last
winter?”
“Last winter?”
“I want to hint that we might be
responsible for your, ah, delicate condition.
Did you go anywhere overnight?”
“Well, there was the ski outing at High
Adirondack.”
“Good!
What month was that?”
“We went twice, in January and February. Stan was with us every minute.”
“I’ll bet!
But Stan is no longer able to give testimony. Can you get Tissy to remember meeting Dick there?”
Her eyes were half-lidded. “It would go in me now.”
“Uh, maybe, if we could manage …” He shook his head violently. “Think about last winter, Cissy. If I tell your uncle we met you at High
Adirondack Lodge, you and Tissy must back me up!”
“Would you have poked us there?”
“That’s what I want him to think.”
“But would you?”
“Of course we would!”
“If it had snowed yet, this would be just the
same, wouldn’t it? You could’ve sat on
that big log behind you.”
He looked over his shoulder then turned back
to her reluctantly. “Cissy, we don’t
have time for that now.”
Her hand tightened on his testicles. “Show me how you would have.”
He admitted wryly, “You do have a good grip
on the issues! All right. Your belly would’ve been a lot smaller
then; now I’ll have to lay down on the
log. You straddle me.”
He lowered his britches to mid-thigh and
bunched the tails of his coat beneath his buttocks as insulation against the
cold bark. She needed no
lubrication. Almost immediately after
beginning her forward-back oscillation she added a synchronized whimper. The man found her enthusiasm and obvious
passion more than adequate compensation for the total lack of visual
stimulation.
He arched his back. “God!
Nothing
beats a cunt!”
Her whimpers became grunts, then screams as
she reacted to the sudden increase of moisture. Finally she sagged upon him, her belly’s thickness disconnecting
them. She kissed him lingeringly. “Oh, Uncle Edward!”
“You do love it, don’t you!” he observed
admiringly.
Her eyes widened suddenly. “Gosh, it’s getting cold!”
“I know just which ‘it’ you mean,” he agreed
dryly.
He helped her rise off him and quickly
adjusted his own clothing. “They’re not
likely to examine you again tonight, are they?”
Her eyes sparkled above a care-free
grin. “I don’t care if they do.”
He shook his head. “We’ll have to fix that for future meets. Good heavens, I almost forgot! Hold on a moment; I have something for you - actually for Tissy.”
He felt in his coat and brought out a folded
note that he passed to the girl. When
she had opened and scanned it, he asked, “Can you get Tissy to copy that over
verbatim and give it to Dick?”
She frowned.
“I don’t like the reference to Arleigh.”
“It can’t be myself, dear. As I said, I’m too old. Would you accept Corky?”
She took a discontented breath. “I guess, if I have to.”
“Then let her write in Corky instead.” He spelled the unusual name.
She nodded.
“When will Dick need it?”
“At our next meeting, if you don’t mind. We must get cracking! You girls are almost at term.”
She thrust the note into a coat pocket. “All right.”
“Don’t forget! It’s very important. Now
you go first, Cissy, and try to get in without being noticed.”
She tossed her head. “If I can’t, I’ll say I just wanted some
fresh air. Dr. Durling tells us to get
lots of it.”
“Good.
Will you ask Tissy to say we met at High Adirondack?”
“Yes!
All of you. We’ll make up a good
story.”
“But don’t tell anyone else until I say. Do you understand?”
She shrugged. “All right.”
“One more thing: Today is Monday. Can you
come to Arleigh’s room at midnight on Friday?”
“Friday!
Why do we have to wait so long?”
“I need to do a few things, but mainly it’s
to lull the staff.”
The girl took a deep breath. “All right. But it’ll be hard.”
He grinned.
“I promise you it will be hard when you get there.”
Her eyes lit. “I can’t wait.”
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