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He stood up with snaky knees when she had finished her task, and gently lifted her off the table and into his arms. "I love you so much," his sister whispered to him as she buried her head against the wide expanse of his chest. Larry squeezed her shoulders gently and lifted her chin up with the tip of his finger, looking steadily into her still smoldering eyes. "And you're the only girl for me ... You know that don't you?" She smiled up at him, feeling wonderfully secure in his love. Their forbidden relationship was wicked, of course, but to her it was the only thing in her life that had any real substance. Ellen stepped back, still smiling up at him, then winced as a sharp pain cut into the bottom of her foot. She looked down to see the shattered remains of their coffee cups that had smashed unnoticed to the floor during their passionate love-making. Their eyes met again and they both burst out into spasms of uncontrollable laughter. "Let's clean this mess up and then go for a quick dip in the pool," Larry said, tears still pouring from his eyes over the ridiculous glee he felt from the wreck they had made of the kitchen. "Oh, Larry," she said, "I love you ... I truly do, you always have such fun ideas!" "That's because I love you so much, baby," he said. "You inspire me ... Come on now, be a good little girl and tidy up the kitchen. If you do a real good job of it, big brother will take you swimming in his birthday suit. The hell with the neighbors," be chuckled. "They'll never know the fun they're missing!" Chapter 5 The ocean shimmered in glistening yellows and pinks as the afternoon sun slowly sunk into the watery horizon outside of Jennifer's beach cottage. Jennifer moved restlessly across the living room, standing for a moment by the tray of reefers she had so carefully prepared for the party that night, counting them again to be sure there would be enough for her guests. Her eyes slowly scanned the rest of the room and spotted two mugs on the window ledge half-filled with cold, black coffee. Taking them into the small kitchen, she rinsed the cups off with warm water, carefully rubbing the lipstick marks away with her thumb, then turned them upside down on the drainboard. She walked back into the living room and inspected it once more. Everything seemed tidy enough, though she didn't know why she was going to so much bother for the party tonight. The people she picked out for her friends could really care less about such trivial matters as a tidy living room. All they cared about was getting high and tuning in to the wild music from her stereo collection ... that, and of course the exchanging of ideas, and getting into heated arguments about the passing scene. Most of this group consisted of the liberal faction as far as politics go, and they all insisted that the way to live your life was from a day to day existence, taking each minute and hour as it came. They professed to love everyone, even their enemies, just as the old Testament directed ... of course they didn't follow it exactly, for they practiced "free-love" as though it were a religious inspiration. Jennifer reached down and picked up one of the reefers from the tray, lighting it and taking a deep drag, letting the sweet pungent smoke fill her lungs completely until she could feel a painful burning sensation at
the back of her throat. "Christ, this is good strong stuff," she muttered, pulling on it again and taking a longer, more prolonged drag. Already her head began to feel deliciously light, as though she were slowly drifting into a fantastic dreamy world of pleasure. She giggled to herself and turned on the stereo, sexily undulating her loins to the latin beat of the music, now permeating the room with the pulsating beat of bongo drums. She danced across the rug in delightful abandon, swinging her arms loosely out in front of her and turning in fast, rapid circular motions, freezing suddenly as the drums came back on and jerking her hips from side to side in time with their pounding rhythm. The slowly burning reefer, now dangling loosely from her mouth, sparked and glowed from the swish of air that played across it's burning ember ... as Jennifer whirled and twirled herself into absolute dizziness, then finally collapsed onto the rug in complete exhaustion. Her entire body felt light and free from any weight, even the pull of gravitation. Her thoughts were all good and everything, even her most disturbing problems seemed minuscule and unimportant, now that the hashish had absorbed itself into the deep recesses of her mind. She lay there momentarily, completely enjoying the familiar lifting sensation in her head, a sensual heightening of her mind as her thoughts spiraled beautifully around in her brain ... the colors she saw and the things she touched, taking on a new and intensive perspective. Patricia would be down in a few minutes, for it was almost time for the guests to arrive. The girl was deliberately delaying her entrance until a few people had arrived ... Jennifer smiled to herself as she thought about Patricia's reluctance to be alone in the same room with her. Ever since yesterday morning, when she had so skillfully conned the younger girl into going over to the studio and offering her services to Larry and Ellen, they had scarcely exchanged more than a few words to each other. Obviously, Jennifer knew, Patricia felt shy and embarrassed at what she thought of as her "faux pas." She was not in the position now to suspect that Jennifer had engineered their intimate affair in the bath, and the even more sensual love-play which had followed. The whole episode had been nothing more to Jennifer than a sort of softening-up of the girl for Larry and Ellen. They wanted to be sure that the models she supplied to them didn't possess too many inhibitions, and what better way could there be of insuring that the girls would finally end up stripping and posing for them as sexily as possible? All of her detailed preliminaries with the new models usually saved a great deal of time for the brother and sister, and Jennifer got a 15 percent increase on her commission if she succeeded in seducing the girls before they kept their first appointment. All the same, Jennifer did feel a slight pang of regret for the way in which she so cleverly deceived Patricia. Not that this girl was any different from the others, but Jennifer kept seeing her big hazel-green eyes, so sad and compassionate, and so filled with unvoiced dismay because she thought she had hurt Jennifer by her sexual performance. Of course, everything Jennifer had told her about the older girl seducing her was completely true. The episode had really happened in exactly the way she had related it to Patricia, but she had narrated the same story so many times, and to so many different girls, that it had long ago stopped seeming real to her. It was as if she had rehearsed the lines of a play so intensively that they no longer had the power to move her any longer, no matter how poignant they had been at the beginning. She reached the final draw on her reefer and crushed the tiny butt into an ashtray, sighing regretfully as
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