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time she had spoken to John was to tell him off for
being naughty.
    “I miss having you around,
little brother.”  She came closer and John backed away in surprise—her breasts
had almost touched him.
    “Susan, have you been
drinking?”  She looked sober, but she was acting quite strangely and
wearing...lipstick?  Something was definitely wrong with her.  But he didn’t have
the time to find out what it was.  Not tonight of all nights.  He reached for
the telephone.  “Let me call Mum.  You’re clearly not yourself.”
    Before he could press the
speed dial button, she reached out and took the cordless phone out of his hand.
    “Do you want something to
drink?”  She was rather partial to a glass or two of white wine.  He would use
the phone in the kitchen when he went to get her the drink.
    “I don’t want anything to
drink.  I don’t want anything to eat.  I just want to be with you.”  She
slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him.  “Since you married Helen you
and I never spend time alone together.”
    “We never did before I got
married,” he reminded her.
    “Yes, but at least you were
there if I needed you.”
    “I’m still here if you need
me.”
    “Good, because I need you
now.”  She pushed him backwards onto the settee and caught off balance, he fell
heavily.  She immediately straddled him, her long skirt hitching up to show
legs encased in opaque black tights.  Moving in closer, she rubbed her crutch
against his groin.  “I need you desperately.”
    “Susan?” he questioned in
alarm.  One of them had to be dreaming—he hoped he was!  And prayed that
he would wake soon from the horrible nightmare.  “Helen will be back at any minute.”
    “No, she won’t.  Mum will
keep her talking for at least an hour.  And then Dad will insist on showing her
his new roses and telling her all the plans he has for his garden next year.”
    “Even so...” John ground to a
halt.  It didn’t matter whether Helen was home or not!  His sister was sitting
on his lap rubbing herself against him—the kind of behaviour that had to be
illegal in every country in the world!  “She would misunderstand if she walked
in and found you sitting on me.”
    Maybe if he played dumb, Susan
would desist. 
    “Okay.  Go lock the door.” 
She moved off him and sprawled across the large settee.
    He walked to the door,
debating whether he should stay or make a break for it.
    “Lock the door and come back
here to me, John,” Susan commanded in her older-sister voice.
    He complied as he had always
done when she had given him an instruction.  She had never struck him or been
cruel to him, yet he had always secretly feared her wrath much more than his
parents’.
    And against his will he was
as stiff as a poker.
    But the part of his brain
that was still functioning argued, “Helen will wonder why it’s locked.”
    “I’ll tell her I locked it
accidentally because I’m used to locking my front door as soon as I get home
from work.  Now come closer.”
    Susan knelt up in the chair
and grabbed him as soon as he was close enough.  She angled her head for his
kiss, a strangely awkward movement that made him wonder if she had ever been
kissed before.
    If she had, it must have been
by the world’s worst kisser.  She couldn’t kiss.
    She learned quickly though
and soon they were exchanging long, breathless kisses.
    John pulled his lips away
from hers when he felt her tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it free from
his Levis.
    “No.”  He put his hand over
hers.  “Susan, we can’t get undressed.  It would take us too long to put our
clothes back on if Helen suddenly came home.”
    “We don’t have to get
undressed.”  She leaned back against the settee and opened her legs wide.  “All
you have to do is slip yourself through here.”  She felt for the seam of the
tights, pushed her fingers through and quickly ripped a hole in the crotch of
the soft material.  John looked