Chapter Seven

Time passed on.  High school.  My lack of interest in chasing girls actually resulted in a few rumors that I was queer.  But people who knew who the real queers were never could connect me with any of them, and in small towns, EVERYBODY knew who all the queers were, closet or no closet.

Pammy received similar rumors.  She never caught the desire for the latest fashions.  She eschewed the trends in make-up.  Her hair stayed the same as it had been since elementary school, beautifully blonde, cut straight just below jaw-line length all the way around, and square-cut bangs at her eyebrows.  And I thought she was beautiful.

The titty thing hit her lightly, too, I guess because Mom wasn’t large-breasted and neither was Dad’s mom.  And I minded not the least.  I was more than satisfied that a B cup was exactly right for all recreational purposes.  Her hips broadened, another gene from Mom, but boy, those hips sure looked good from behind, especially when they were bare and pressing backward against my belly.

I played around with a couple of jobs after school as my senior years passed, and college time was approaching.

Jilly and Pammy stayed pen-pals and even exchanged a few phone calls from time to time, just keeping in touch.

Pammy was laying on me on a Saturday night near Thanksgiving.  Mom and Dad had gone to play cards.  Pammy and I had participated in recreational bathing after we exchanged pee baths, a pretty regular practice.  We’d just sixty-nined each other to our second orgasm of the evening and were enjoying just fitting ourselves together.

“So,” said Pammy, “What ARE you gonna do about college?”

“Engineering,” I said.

“But you can’t do that here in town.  We have a two-year college.”

“I know.”

“You’d have to go to State.”

“I know.  To finish.”

“We said we’d never leave each other.”  Sixteen year old Pammy. Perfection laying on top of me.  She rolled so she was laying completely flat o on me, our faces inches apart.  “Never, Dan.  Never.”

I kissed my Pammy.  “I know, Pammy, but  there’s a way.”

“How?”

I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands.  “Well, little girl, I can take a bunch of courses here for two years, until you graduate, and then when you’re ready for college, we’ll BOTH go to State.  I talked with Dad.  He and Mom have been saving for our college since we were born.  He says we can go wherever we want.  Especially with my scholarships.  And you’ll get some, too.”

“Oooo, Danny!” she squealed gleefully.  “I do love it when you’re smart, and I love it even more when you think about us.”

“Sweetie,“ I said, running my fingers through her hair, “I think about us every day.”  We locked in a hot, long kiss.

“What do you want ME to do for you, lover?” she asked.

I smiled.  Pammy was a sexual kaleidoscope.  We’d grown up with our sexuality and we were tuned to each other.  Everything she did was wonderful, and we ran through the entire list regularly.  “Climb on top of me and fuck me.”

“Fuck you?”

“Yeah.  We’ve made love.  We’ve had sex.  Now I want you to fuck me.”

“Okay, big brother.  Your little sister is going to fuck you.  She’s going to put YOUR dick in HER pussy and fuck you until you squirt inside her.”  Her head tilted a little and her eyes sparkled and she grabbed my chest, a hand on each of my tits.  She raised up off my pelvis and her pussy released my dick so it stood up at full height.  At eighteen, it was normal size, a whopping six inches, and it had a home, the hot, wet pussy of my sister.  And that pussy found the head of my dick and slid down its length.

“Now YOU be still and let ME fuck you,” she said.

“I can try.  You know how you get me going though.”

“Well, try, then.”  She pulled her feet up underneath her butt so she was squatting on me and started bouncing up and down and each time she got all the way down, her pussy did a little circle and tilt, grinding her clit into the base of my dick.  I wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Is it okay, big brother, if your little sister comes while she’s fucking you?”

“Mmmmmmmmph,” I moaned as he hit bottom and did her little circle.  “Suit yourself.”

“And when I make YOU come and ME come, can I expect you to suck all our juices out of your sister’s pussy?”

“Gahhhhhh, yeah!”

“Is my big brother about to come?”

“Gggggggggahhhhhhh! Uh, Uh-huh!”

I opened my eyes and saw Pammy’s eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip.  You get to know your lover if you’re attentive, and I was very attentive to Pammy.  Eyes closed.  Bottom lip.  Yep, little Pammy was almost there.  And I was meeting her thrust for thrust.  She changed from squatting to kneeling astride me.  I knew that his was because we found out that when we both came, neither of us had enough presence of mind to maintain our balance.  I thrusted into the best pussy in the WORLD.

“Mmmmm.  Nnnnnn, Nnnnnn. Nnnnnnn” Pammy’s voice.

My voice, “Oh, Pammy!.  Ggggggghhhhhh!.  Oh!  Oh!”

Pammy’s voice, though bitten lip, “Nnnnnnnnnnggghhhhhh! Oh, Danny!”  another grind. “Nnnnnnngghhhh!”  And she fell on top of me.

We lay together letting our breathing normalize.  My dick softened and fell out of her steaming pussy.

“I love you, Danny.”

“Pammy, you’re mine forever.  I love you.”

And such is the way things were.  I started college after graduating, staying at home while Pammy finished high school.  We were inseparable, except in public.  We never dated, although both of us went out with groups of our peers, but with the grades we both had, we were in rather limited circles of the school hierarchy.  I guess it appeared we were both socially inept.  Mom and Dad had to fend off questions from relatives about “Is Pammy dating?” and “Has Dan brought home a girl yet?” and such nonsense, and they did a good job, changing the subject by pointing out how proud they were of our scholastic achievements.

And Pammy graduated.  The next fall I transferred to State and Pammy started there in her freshman year.  I was in my beloved engineering school and Pammy was doing business courses and we really came into our own.  We didn’t do student housing.  We got a little one-bedroom apartment off campus a convenient distance and set up housekeeping.  Our participation in college activities was limited to study groups and a few cultural events.  Weekends that we didn’t go home, we spent on the road, traveling.  Two young adults with the same last name, those people who looked simply thought we were married.  Most people didn’t look.  We camped.  We did motels.  We lived.  Like one soul, we lived.

One of those trips was a visit to Jilly and her husband.  Jilly had pumped out a little bit, not grossly so, but just at the point past what the Germans call “zaftig”, juicy.  The curly brown hair was there, and I think at dinner I caught her eyes and there was that knowing twinkle, but in retrospect, I don’t think Jilly was really happy.  Glad to see us, yes, but not happy.

Driving home, Pammy was leaned against me.  I had one hand on the wheel, the other arm wrapping my sweet love.

“Jilly still looks good, doesn’t she?” said Pammy.

“Yeah, that’s our Jilly, for sure.  She put on some weight, though.”

Pammy lifted her head and looked at me.  “You don’t think she’s cute?”

“Yeah, she’s cute.  Just a little rounder and softer.”

“She’s not happy, you know.”

“She say something?”

“Yeah, when we went to the lady’s room at dinner.  ‘Sides, we’ve talked and wrote letters.”

“Oh.”

Pammy sighed.  I knew the sigh. My Pammy had a soft heart.  Level head, for sure, but a soft heart.  “She said she got married because her parents said she was supposed to, right after high school, and Derrick was her steady boyfriend from church and it just seemed like that was what she was supposed to do.”

“Oh,” I said.  “So no kids, though.”

“She doesn’t want kids.  Derrick is irresponsible.  Can’t hold a job.  Drinks.  Does dope. And…” she paused for effect, “he’s one of those religious nuts.”

“Religious nut AND drinks and does dope?  That sounds seriously messed up.”

“Yeah.  Poor Jilly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.  I wanted Jilly to be happy like us.”

I was still two years ahead of Pammy in college, so I was due to graduate before her, but I talked myself into a research slot on campus waiting for her to graduate.

It was less than a year after I graduated that I walked into the house one day and found Pammy reading a letter.  Her face was serious.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

Pammy had that “Pammy’s been thinking” look.  “Jilly.  Read the letter.”

I read.  I saw what was coming.  Jilly was headed for divorce, but no place to go, no money, her parents unable to help and halfway across the country now.  “Doesn’t look good,” I said.

“She tried, Danny.  She says she tried.  She tried to get Derrick to straighten up.  He wouldn’t.  He hits her sometimes.  It’s bad.”

“So what’s the plan, little one?”

“That’s OUR Jilly.  We need to help her.  Saturday we need to take a trip.”

“Okay.  Whatever we need to do.”  We threw together some dinner and curled up to watch a little TV.  “How’re classes?”

Pammy nestled into my chest.  “Peachy,” she said.  “Nothing happening this year that’s going to knock me below a 3.8.  Even with THIS distraction.”  She reached under her ass to wrap fingers around my dick, then turned her face and kissed me.

I kissed back.  “You know, we never get to watch a whole TV show…”

Pouty lips.  Eyes laughing.  Her hand fished inside my pants and I felt warm fingers touching my manhood.  “You might want to watch TV, but THIS wants to play games.”

And we made love.  Wonderful love.  Later that evening with moonlight streaming in the window, I thought about Jilly.  Not thought about Jilly because I was not thinking about my Pammy.  Pammy was my life.  But Jilly, because somewhere in there was another bond.  We had to help Jilly.

Saturday morning we drove off in my little car headed two hours to the city where Jilly and her husband lived.  Interstate highways were wonderful but boring.  Pammy was sitting tight up against me.

“Boring drive, huh?” she commented.

“Yeah.  We’ve been on this road so many times.  I know all the cows out there by name.”

“Bet I can unbore yah,” giggled Pammy.  Her hand grasped my dick through my jeans.  It was soft, but a couple of squeezes and that ended.  She started tugging at my belt.

“Uh, Pammy, what ARE you doing?”

“Looking for my friend,” she said.  Belt unbuckled.  Pants unbuttoned.  Zipper down.  Her fingers dipped into the fly of my underpants and guided my hard dick out.

“Uh, I’m DRIVING!”

Another giggle.  “Yeah, but there’s no traffic and the road is straight for a hundred miles.”  She scooted her butt toward the passenger door and ducked down.  Dick disappeared into mouth and I sucked in a breath as Pammy sucked in something else.

“Ahhhhh, that feels so good.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” came the purr.  Her head rose.  “Now just let Pammy suck on her brother.”

I now know for a fact now that you CAN drive through an orgasm.

Pammy made a big, delicious deal of sitting up, visibly swallowing, then wiping a stray bit of sperm from the corner of her mouth.  “There!  Feel better now?”

“I didn’t feel BAD before, sweetie,” I said.  “But yes, I feel MUCH better now.”

Laugh.  “You owe me one.”

We laughed together.  Finally, though, I had to ask.  “Pammy, tell me something.”

“What, baby?”

“Does Jilly know we’re living together?”

“She knows we live in the same apartment.”

“You’re dodging the question.”

“Am not.  Yeah.  She knows.  I told her.”

“Oh.  Okay.  Kinda gives me some more information.”

She unfolded the map as we reached the outskirts of the city and we navigated into an obviously lower-tier apartment complex looking for Jilly’s address.  We found it and pulled into an open spot.

She started to open her door and I said “Wait!”

“What?”

“Is this going to be a scene?  I mean we’re hauling a guy’s wife off.”

“No, silly.  First, we’re not hauling her off.  She wants to leave.  And second, we talked yesterday to make sure everything was still in place and he’s supposed to be gone out fishing or something with some of his loser buddies.  I don’t see his pickup truck.  Do you?”

“No,” I said.  I looked again.  “No.”

“Then come on.”

We knocked on the door and Jilly opened it, suitcase at her feet.  She threw her arms around Pammy and burst into tears.

“It’ll be okay, Jilly,” Pammy said.  “We’re here to take you back.  You’re with us.”

I noted the strange choice of words, but I reached down and picked up the suitcase.  “Is this all?”

Tearfully, Jilly answered, “No.  I just had that packed in case I had to run.  I have some other stuff.”

We hauled, well actually I hauled a couple of piles and bags of clothing and a few keepsakes and pictures and loaded up the trunk and back seat of the car.  Finally the three of us walked out the door and Jilly locked it behind her.  She had a white envelope in her hand.

I looked at the envelope.

“Divorce papers.  I filed for divorce.  He’ll find out Monday.”

With the click of the lock, Jilly sobbed, “I feel like a failure.  I know I need to do this, but I STILL feel like a failure.”

We got to the car.  I said, “Well, I thought we’d have room left in the back seat.  I guess we all get to squeeze in front.”

Pammy chirped, “You know, it’s not like we aren’t used to being close to each other.”

I got in.  Pammy looked at Jilly.  “You get in the middle. I need some air.”  As Jilly scooted into the car beside me, Pammy looked in and smiled and winked.  Then she got in and shut the door.

Jilly looked back over her shoulder one last time as we left. Silence filled the car as we drove through town to get back on the interstate.

I looked at Jilly.  “Are you going to be okay?”

Jilly said, “Yeah.  It’s just a lot.  All at once.”

Pammy said, “Tell Dan what happened week before last.”

Jilly sighed.  “I went to the doctor.  Derrick’s been wanting kids.  I thought it would make us stronger together, so I haven’t been on the Pill.  But nothing happened.  Derrick accused me of being on the Pill and hiding it from him.  So I went to the doctor.”  She continued, “and they did examinations and tests and they said that I wasn’t gonna be able to have kids.  I made the mistake of telling Derrick and he flew apart.  He hollered.  He got drunk.  Fell asleep.  Got up. Got drunk again.  Hollered some more.  Called me every name in the book.  Slapped me.  Took off and stayed out with his buddies all night.”

“Oh, Jilly,” I said, “I’m so sorry.”

“I am too.”  She caught a sob and held it back.  “You know, I really tried.  I don’t guess I loved him or he loved me, not really, but I tried to make it happen.  And it just didn’t happen.”

I looked at Pammy for permission and her eyes gave it. I put my arm around Jilly’s shoulders and Jilly’s head buried against me.  And I let her sob quietly.  We drove along silently.  Pammy’s arm went on the back of the seat and her hand touched my arm.  I looked at her over Jilly’s curls and Pammy was thinking.  And smiling a little.  She pulled her hand back and gently caressed Jilly’s curly head.  “It’ll be okay, Jilly,” she said.  “You’re with me and Dan and we’ll make it okay.”

We drove home, almost somber, Pammy and I sharing the hurting of our friend.  Finally we pulled into our parking spot and they went inside while I made half a dozen trips hauling the trappings of an old life in for Jilly.

When I finished my task, Jilly was laying out plates on our little table and Pammy was stacking sandwiches.  She passed them out and segmented them with soft drinks from our refrigerator.  We sat down for a meal.  Jilly looked around.

“You guys keep a neat place.”

Pammy said, “Yeah, it’s just us, and we always did keep neat rooms at home.  It’s not very big, so it’s easy to keep up with everything.”

“Derrick was a slob.  I had to clean up after him all the time.  If I didn’t, the place went to hell, and then he had the nerve to scream at me because I didn’t pick up after him.”

“Jilly,” Pammy said, “you’re not with Derrick any more.  You’re with Dan and me.  And you never have to worry about things, okay.  You don’t even have to mention Derrick.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Jilly sighed.  “Just one bedroom, huh?”  She looked at me.  Life appeared in her eyes, that little spark that used to delight me.  “Brother and sister living together.  So.  Who sleeps on the sofa?”

“We take turns.” I said.

“Smartass,” Pammy said.

We finished our meal.  Jilly looked around.  Kitchen merged into living room with a sofa, a chair, a bookcase, a desk and a TV.  The bathroom door was closed.  She got up and pushed it open and then went in, closing it behind her.  The toilet flushed, and she came out.  “Big tub and shower,” she said.

“What are you,” Pammy chirped, “real estate?”

Jilly smiled and pushed open the bedroom door.  “Wowww.  Nice BED!”

She looked at me, then Pammy.  “And looks like TWO people have been sleeping in it.”