"Ah...little help here," he choked out.
"Oh, right," said Jacquie. "The cum. Here – do it in my hands."
"In your
hands
!?"
"Well, there's nowhere else. I'll just carry it to the bathroom."
"That's not going to work."
"Yes, it will," Jacquie assured him. "I can just...oh, no, wait...here," she reached out for something on the floor, "do it in my panties."
"Your panties!?"
"Yeah, I can wash them."
Josh had neither the energy nor the time to ask any more questions, so he grabbed Jacquie's panties, draped them over the end of his cock and mashed it against her pussy. She ran her fingertips gently up and down his arms and whispered soft words to him while he came. And he came quite a lot, considering the two encounters he'd had only last week.
When he was finished, he let Jacquie take her panties and rose to his feet to pull on his clothes. Then he held the panties for her while she donned her own. He pushed the door open to allow a sliver of light inside, so that Jacquie could see. He also checked to make sure none of his cum had dripped onto the floor. Once Jacquie was fully clothed, he peered around the door, announced that the coast was clear and slipped outside, Jacquie following close behind.
No sooner had they shut the door than they heard a "Hi" from the other end of the room and saw Alice coming into the kitchen. Josh's heart missed several beats and then thumped extra fast to make up for them. Beside him, Jacquie's eyes went wide, and she quickly stuffed her cum-soaked panties into her pocket. As soon as she did, she cringed. She'd be washing more than just the panties now.
"Hi!" Jacquie said loudly, to cover up the guilt, Josh supposed. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Alice replied. She was looking at them curiously, and Josh was quite sure she knew what she'd just walked in on.
"That's good," said Jacquie. "I was...uh...just going to do some washing. I should get to it."
Alice smiled as Jacquie hurried out of the room, hand over her pocket. Josh attempted to bore holes through her back with his eyes; she had just run out and left him here alone. What if Alice asked questions? What would he say? Alice had watched Jacquie leave too, and now she turned back to Josh with a smile.
"Did I...um...interrupt anything?"
Josh was overcome by a very horrible sinking feeling. "No. No, of course not. We were just...um...we were cleaning up the pantry. Organising some stuff, sweeping, that kind of thing."
"Oh," said Alice, still smiling. Josh was almost positive she didn't believe him. She chose not to pursue it though. "Well, I'm going to take a shower," she said, and walked upstairs. Josh heaved a sigh of relief and then started off towards the laundry, where he would find and kill Jacquie.
* * *
The task of hiding his incestuous antics from his sisters and his mother, was taking its toll on Josh. It was a difficult job in the first place, but once you factored in Dawn's unwavering sexual zeal, it became close to impossible. Did she care that the phone was ringing behind Josh while she impaled herself on his cock? Or that their mother was waving at him from the driveway while, in his room, Dawn was on her knees sucking his cock beneath the window? No, of course she didn't. Consequences weren't worth Dawn's attention apparently.
Although Alice knew of Josh's activities with both Jacquie and Dawn, he still didn't feel comfortable talking about them with her or giving her any sort of hints that she'd just walked in on them. That was why he was hiding in his room on a Saturday evening, avoiding the first floor of the house like a smelly, disgusting, poisonous fungus.
Dawn had left for the night and most likely wouldn't return until early in the morning; and Jacquie and Laura had left in the afternoon for Aunt Beth's house to see her new baby. Alice was working tomorrow, so she had remained behind, and Josh didn't particularly want to spend two and a half hours in the car with Jacquie and his mother. A few months ago he would have eschewed the idea of spending it even with Jacquie only, though now he would have jumped at the chance. As it was though, he was alone, with Alice, and in need of a Valium or something.
He knew he would have to go downstairs soon, but he was putting it off for as long as he could. If it had been Jacquie or Dawn that had stayed home with him, he'd be down there in a flash and tearing their clothes off in another flash. But he was apprehensive about spending the night alone with Alice, with no one else to draw his attention or engage her in conversation. There was no Jacquie to poke fun at now and no Dawn to chase around the living room. He was on his own...and he was terrified.
When he finally did muster up the courage (which took a little over an hour), he descended the stairs like a man walking to his execution. He rather thought he'd prefer a hanging or a quick beheading to what he was being faced with now. Dawn would have done that for him.
He found Alice in the living room, which was lit only by the blue light from the television. She was sitting with one of her legs pulled up to her chest, the other lying underneath her. She was resting her chin on her knee, arms wrapped around her leg. Josh's heart leapt inside his chest as he approached. He felt like he was intruding; walking into the garden of one of those Greek goddesses who no mortal was supposed to lay eyes on. She looked the part too; skin glowing like pale ivory in the half-light, eyes flickering with the images on the television. Josh's stomach was doing some sort of crazy dance inside his chest, which succeeded only in tying itself into knots.
He took another step forward and Alice looked up. She smiled warmly at him. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," Josh replied, his voice breaking. Alice either didn't notice or chose to spare his feelings.
"I thought you might have fallen asleep," she said. Josh smiled in reply and settled down on one of the armchairs. "Are you hungry?" Alice asked him. "There's some soup there if you want it."
"No, thanks," Josh replied. He turned his attention towards the television, though what was on it he had no idea. They settled into an anxious silence, though Josh hoped it was only he that felt that way, and that Alice was quite comfortable. He observed her out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself when he saw the little curve to her lips. Even when she was doing something as mundane as watching TV, she still smiled. She was like Valerie in that way – once Josh caught sight of her smile, he felt as though everything would be all right.
Soon, Josh was feeling incredibly stupid for sitting so far away from Alice. He felt as though she was aware of it and began pumping himself up to move. It took him a while, but eventually he stood up as casually as he could and sat down on the other end of the three-seater that she was on. Alice merely looked up and smiled, then turned back to the TV.
Josh's heart rate was climbing steadily now, his hands sweating to an insane degree. They seemed to be jettisoning as much weight as they could so that they could forget about Josh's scruples and float up around Alice's waist. Josh realised suddenly that that's what he was thinking and gave his brain the mental equivalent of fifty lashings.
It was not just the show on the television that he had tuned out now, but the rest of the world; now it was only a small sofa in the middle of nowhere with he and Alice sitting on it. He chanced a look sideways and felt his heart swell up like a balloon. She was so
beautiful
! Amazingly, stunningly, extraordinarily beautiful. Josh had never,
ever
seen anything so pretty in his life. She was like a jewel, like a songbird, like a flower-filled meadow that he could gaze at all day and night. If Josh's conscience had eyes, it would have rolled them.
He was more aware of her presence than he'd ever been of anyone's in his life. The soft curve of her jaw, the honey-coloured ponytail that hung down her back, the dim line of her calf. She was like an engraving, etched in shadow and marble and a faint blue light. He would never have taken his eyes off her were it not for the advertisement on TV. His eyes were drawn to the writhing and twisting women, all of who seemed to want Josh to call them, call them
now
. Alice was moving beside him. "Oops," she said, reaching out for the remote, "I think I'd better change the channel."
"No, no," said Josh. "This is fine."
Alice giggled and picked up the remote from the coffee table, so Josh pounced. Okay, so he didn't have to pounce, exactly, but what was the point of doing something if you were only going to do it halfway? His hands were drawn to her sides like a moth to a flame, and his brain told him he'd suffer the same fate if he touched her. He was already burning up as it was.
