Competing with mom

CHAPTER FOUR

Breakfast the next morning was an agonizing affair, composed of her mother's hangover and Nikki's embarrassment.

"Jesus, kid, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I let that bastard stay the night here. You know I wouldn't do anything like that unless I'd been drinking too much."

"Yes, Mother," Nikki said, concentrating on her orange juice and cereal while her mother gagged down a cup of coffee.

Nikki found herself studying her mother's body as she had at the door of the bathroom the previous evening. The thin nightgown hid nothing of her mother's voluptuous figure. Nikki remembered when she was younger and she saw her mother like this. Her own breasts were just blossoming, just starting to fill a training bra. She envied her mother then the huge, jutting globes of her breasts in a tight sweater. She envied the way men and boys ogled her everywhere she went.

Now Nikki knew that she was more beautiful than her mother, and her figure was younger, firmer and mote appealing. Now she got all the stares even if her mother wouldn't let the young girl wear the tight clothes that she, herself, insiste4 on wearing.

But her mother was still having all the fun. Her mother was still able to get all the men, young and old, into her bed. While Nikki remained frustrated and virginal. Her looks and her figure could more than compete with her mother's, but even last night Jordan had stopped and returned to her, rather than fuck Nikki.

Why? Because she wasn't a woman yet, and her mother was. And a man wanted a woman. A boy wanted a girl; Jack wanted her. Jordon wanted her mother.

"What did you say, Mother? I'm so… my mind was somewhere else."

"I said, I don't think I can make it in to work today. And I'm supposed to drop some papers off for my boss to sign at his place."

"Mr. Carter?"

"Yeah. They're important. I've already called hint and told him that you'll bring them over for him to sign and then bring them back here to me. By that time I should be able to drag myself out."

"But how am I going to get there?"

"Take the car, silly."

"But, Mother, I'm only supposed to drive when someone else is with me."

"Oh,. bull. You're a good driver… don't worry about it. The papers are on the dining worn table. And take your time.;,. I want to get my stomach back where it belongs.

It was typical of her mother to shun all authority except her own. The fact that the law said one thing didn't bother Faith Pruitt at all if she said another. My sex life was the same; one rule for everyone else, and a different one for herself.

Nikki drove carefully along the river drive, watching for random patrol cars. She stayed well under the speed limit because of them and because she was in no great hurry to see her mother's boss, Harry Cartel.

He was a giant of a man, gruff, and used to getting his own way. Nikki's impression of him the few times she had met him was that he usually got what he wanted, and the way he had looked at her, it seemed that Nikki's body was what he wanted.

The fact that he had a daughter eighteen, three years older than Nikki, hadn't seemed to bother him in the least. She had accompanied her mother to his place for parties on two different occasions, and both times found herself alone with him in the study of the big, sprawling old mansion.

He had never actually touched her, but his eyes had completely undressed and assessed her body. In words and looks, he let her know that he would enjoy her company any time, and she wouldn't regret it. It was hard for a young girl with no money to get into a good college these days. He let her know that he could arrange it for her.

"Oh, Mr. Carter.. don't be silly. Why, I'm younger than Denise… three years younger," she had, told him.

"But a lot like Denise," he said. '4Shelo6ked twenty when she was fifteen."

And she had acted it, too, Nikki thought. Denise had started dating when she was fourteen, and by the time she was fifteen she had worked her way through the entire high school football team. At least twice. It was common knowledge that, between Denise and her brother Les, they had given their mother a nervous breakdown with their sexual escapades. It was also common knowledge that their father just laughed about the whole thing and used his wealth and influence to bail them out of each scrape they got themselves into.

She shivered a little as she pulled the car between the huge wrought-iron gates and up the winding tree-lined drive. She stopped and, before she could reach the front door, it opened.

"Well… well… well, I must say, you're a much prettier messenger than I anticipated."

"Hello, Mr. Carter. Here are the papers you needed," Nikki said, offering the envelope with an outstretched arm.

"Come in… come in," the older man said, taking the envelope with one, hand and her arm with the other.

He led tea down the hall and in to his study. "Hew have you been, Nikki?" he asked, sitting behind the huge desk and motioning her to a chair. "Fine… just fine," she said, keeping -her knees together and sitting on the very edge of the chair.

"You're looking as fresh and lovely as ever," he said, his eye dropping to the front of her blouse.

"Thank you… a, Mother said I should wait and bring those back with me."

"A… yes… well, let me takes look here." She smiled inwardly. He had gotten the point. "Oh, dear… I'm afraid P11 have to look these over, Nikki. The kids are out by the pool. Why don't you join them. Have a swim if you want to. This will take at least an hour."

Wanting to be anywhere but alone in the study with him, Nikki agreed.

At the pool she ran directly into Denise Carter. The meeting, as Nikki had expected, was a little strained. Denise had been three years ahead of her in school, and was now going to the same college as Jack Marsh. For the last year, she had been trying to date Jack, but to no avail. He had wanted only Nikki, and he had told her so.

Denise was tall and willowy. She stood at the edge of the pool posturing like a feminine fatale and watching as Nikki crossed the lawn. She was very feminine and her figure was excellent, but there was a blank look in her eyes that showed little depth in her character. She chewed her gum and said nothing until Nikki had nearly reached the concrete bordering the pool.

"I… you're Nikki Pruitt, aren't you?" she said.

"Yes "Yeah… I've met your mother a few times.

She's been here with Dad… at night."

The inference was obvious and the look on Nikki's face let the other girl know she hadn't missed it.

Nikki was close enough now to notice what she hadn't noticed from a distance: Denise's swim suit. It was one piece, with the bottom, or part of it, solid material, and the top a see-through net. The holes in the net were at least an inch squire, so that Denise's large nipples could not only be seen, but were thrust into open prominence.

They were dark and hard as they seemed to beckon to the viewer through the netting. Both breasts were alive with lust and swollen, with the nipples extending in a full half-inch of pulsing firmness.

It was as if someone had just been sucking and playing with them, causing them Jo fill with blood.. into total erectness. Behind her, Nikki saw her brother, Les, swimming laps in the pool; She wondered, and then pushed the thought from her mind as she inspected the bottom of Denise's suit.

The netting ran down across her belly in a low vee, the point of which dipped low enough that a heavy tuft of blonde pubic hair curled up into the space between the strings.

"Your father is looking over some papers… I'm waiting for them. He suggested I swim while I wait."

"Sure… there's probably a suit… if you think you need one, over there in the pool house."

Judas! Nikki thought. Does she run around like that in front of her father and brother? If I ever wore a suit like that my mother would kill me.

"Thanks," Nikki said, and started to walk around the girl.

About that time Les reached their end of the pool and pulled himself halfway out of the water. "Hi, Nikki," he said, his eyes trying to find their way under the bottom of her skirt.

"Hello, Les."

"Going for a swim?"

"Yes…I think so…as soon as l put a suit on.

"Shit," he said, "you don't need a suit."

"I've noticed," Nikki said, glancing at Denise.

Denise only smiled and adjusted her nipples in the netting. "You're got to have one hell of a figure to wear something like this."

"And that, everybody knows you have, sister dear," Les said, a great deal of bite in his voice.

"Screw you," Denise said.

Nikki didn't want to stand there and listen to them argue, but she could see no way to gracefully leave.

"You'd really like to… wouldn't you?" Les said, and pulled himself clear out of the pool.

Nikki gulped. As Les stood up he pulled his trunks away from the front of his body: At the same time he pulled his hard cock up against his belly and let the trunks snap back against it.

Nikki tried to look away, but Denise was totally unruffled. She calmly looked at him and smiled, then she crossed back over to the chaise where she had been sitting when Nikki had first emerged from the house.

"You're showing off, baby," Denise said, stretching out and leaning back to thrust her nipples further out of the netting. "Why don't you come over here and put it where it belongs?"

Les looked down at the front of his body and then back to his sister. There was a good handful of thick, rigid cock sticking up over the waistband of his swim trunks.

Nikki heard a groan and turned back to Denise. Her knees were raised and spread widely apart. She had worked her hand down under the material at the bottom of the netted vee, until the crotchband of her suit bulged with her fist. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face had contorted itself into a mask of passion.

There was no doubt what she was doing to herself with her hand.

"Jesus… 'you're disgusting," Les said.

"Me?" she replied, her eyes flying open and flashing at him. "How about you? Waving your flicking hard cock in the breeze."

"1 did it as a joke," he retorted.

"You are a joke," she hissed.

"Piss on you," he answered.

Nikki turned and walked into the bathhouse. My Lord, she thought, it sounded more like a lover's quarrel than a normal spat between brother and sister. And playing with themselves right in front of each other. What a weird family.

Then she remembered Denise's reference to Nikki's mother. How many times had her mother been up here with Harry Carter at night? What had they done? Stupid question, Nikki thought. She knew full well what they had done. Her mother was only a secretary, not nearly good enough to be the executive assistant to a man as powerful as Harry Caner. And yet that was what she was, and she had risen to that exalted position in only two years with the company.

And I'm a virgin, Nikki thought.

The voices from beside the pool reached her ears through the vent in the door.

"Jesus," Les was saying, "where do you get off being such a jealous bitch?"

"Me? Where do you get off being such a righteous bastard? Wiggling your cock in front of her like that?"

"Maybe I'm bored… maybe I'm looking for something strange."

"You bastard

"Go to hell."

Nikki couldn't mistake the sound of a hand smacking against flesh.

"You shouldn't have done that," Les said.

"I'm going up to the house. "Good," he called after her, "Just stay in your own fucking room tonight," Nikki heard Denise call from a distance.

She sighed in relief. Nikki didn't know or care what the argument was about. She did care that Denise was gone. With Les alone she might be able to survive an hour or more by the pool. With both of them together, she knew it would be impossible.

Les was a junior, about two years older than Nikki, He tad tried to date her several times but she had never accepted. Resides, going with Jack Marsh for so long, Nikki was a little afraid of Les. He had a lot of his father in him, used to getting what he wanted, and not taking no for an answer.

She opened locker doors until she found one with clean beach towels and another with a tiny bikini. She checked the bra size and, for some reason, smiled with smug satisfaction when she saw that it was a cup size too small for her. It was obviously Denise's suit.

She stripped down to her panties, dropping her clothes on a bench. She had just pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to roll them down when, behind her, she heard the door open.

She grabbed a towel and, in one motion, draped it around herself and turned.

It was LCS.

'Excuse me… I just wanted to get some matches from my shirt," he said, moving close enough to touch her.

She huddled in the towel, knowing that her crotch, in the panties, was exposed below it. She didn't dare pull the towel down or her nipples would be exposed above it. She waited.

"Well?"

"You're standing in front of the locker than has my clothes on it."

"Oh," she said, and immediately jumped out of the way.

Finding the matches, he reclosed the locker door and was about to turn when he eyed the bench where she had dropped her clothes. He leaned over and picked up her bra.

He smiled out of the side of his mouth at her, then returned his attention to the bra. He turned it over and over in his hands, examining the cups with a critical eye.

"This yours?" he said.

"Yes," she replied.

"Mmmm," he said, and held it up toward her. "1 always thought there was a lot of you under all those loose clothes you wore."

"Les… please," she said, looking around for a place to run to, and finding none.

"Do you really fill these up?"

"None… none of your business," Nikki stammered, and reached out for the bra. In so doing, the towel slipped, from beneath her arm and she found herself standing before him naked except for the thin bikini panties.

"Jesus… you sure do!" he gasped.

She was very aware of the naked jiggling of her Sits. She saw his eyes drop to them; drawn by their lively loveliness.

His hands touched them, cupped them, thumbed the nipples.

"Don't… don't do that, Les," she said quietly. She wanted to scream at him but she knew his low boiling point. Other girls had told her how he had mauled them when he was angry. He paid no attention to her soft plea. He didn't stop. He pressed and squeezed and pushed with hi thumbs until her nipples filled and inflated and stretched out to him. Her eyes closed.

His hands slid up to her cheeks. Suddenly she found her head clamped between his hands, forming a vise of unyielding strength. She tried to. draw back as he pulled her face forward and down. She couldn't. His hands directed her, pulling her to him, leaving her no choice.

He kissed her savagely, forcing her lips apart with his teeth. She tried to catch his hands with hers, but there were too many of them. He was like an octopus, with more arms than she could handle. Hands played with her tits, pinching and making them jiggle and flop about. hands caressed her asscheeks, squeezed them, amused themselves fondling the soft lips of her cunt.

A finger found her clitoris. The hard node of her sensuality was pushed and rolled and prodded and rolled some more.

She felt herself being lifted, carried. Then she was lowered.

"You know what this cot's for, Nikki? Exercise and relaxation. We're gonna have a little of both. Jesus Christ, you've got a body!"

"Les… please, leave me alone."

He rolled his swim trunks down his thighs in one smooth motion. His thick, rigid cock bobbed up from his crotch and gazed across her breasts. Her eyes glued to his massively pulsating shaft and her mouth opened in fear and shock.

"Les… Les, you're too big. Please… I'm a virgin."

"Good," he said calmly. "I always wanted to fuck another virgin… ever since I popped my first one… Denise."