The Insiders

Oh, shit! Was there time to call up one of the guys she sometimes screwed around with in school? Probably not—they were usually out with their straight girl friends until late in the evening, especially on a Friday. And—the sudden thought stopped her as she reached out for the telephone—Dave might be coming down this evening, just to check up. He sometimes did, when he planned to stay away the rest of the weekend. He'd blow down early Friday afternoon and return to the city after supper. Oh, godammit, she wished he wouldn't come. He'd probably have that dumb Eve with him, unless they had been fighting again. Thinking of Eve and David reminded her of fucking. They must do a lot of it, she figured. And with no one to interfere. Well, Dave was a damn nice-looking guy, even if he was her brother. He had quite a body, too—one of her girl friends had said once she'd sure like to get screwed by him because he'd probably know what he was doing. She bet he did, too.

A slow smile started to spread over her face, making her look suddenly much older and wiser. That was a thought. Dave! Big brother David. Why not? She'd learned from being with the fast crowd that nothing but nothing was forbidden, not even a brother and sister making it. Or a father and daughter, for that matter. They did it all the time, those laughing, glittering people she'd met. Didn't think anything of it.

Wow, Francie thought, starting very slowly to take her clothes off. What a kicky trip that would be—to see if she could seduce Dave. Maybe he wasn't as uptight as he pretended to be.

And in the meantime, since she was horny, she might as well get out her vibrator and watch herself in front of the mirror while she used it....

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

DAVID WAS FURIOUS. Francie thought smugly that she had never seen Dave quite this mad before. It was good to know she could still make him react to her. She could almost giggle right into his red, angry face as she thought of the look he had

worn when she had walked down the stairs wearing just her briefest panties and a T-shirt that did nothing to hide her curves. And she'd made her face up so she looked older. Let David really notice her, for a change.

He'd already dismissed Rick and Lisa, and had banged the door shut. Now he turned back to face her, and she could not help smiling—a smile that mixed defiance and impudence.

"Francie, I don't know what's gotten into you suddenly, but by God, I'm going to show you that you're still young enough for some good, old-fashioned discipline! I'm not going to see you turn into a little tramp, blatandy advertising everything she's got."

Deliberately provoking him further, she ran away from him, stopping to face him defiantly from across the length of the room.

"You'd better not touch me, David! I'm too old to be spanked like a baby. I'm going to start doing as I please. I'm almost eighteen now, and you can't stop me."

"Oh, can't I? We'll just see about that, shall we?"

He almost sprang across the room at her in his rage, and she felt him grab her wrists painfully as he dragged her over to a chair and across his knees in the old way. She fought him just hard enough to make it more interesting, and to make him madder.

Then he was doing what she craved—his hand coming down hard and efficiently on her wriggling buttocks while she struggled and yelled and felt her nipples burn as she rubbed them again the arm of the chair.

David was so angry he'd lost control. He hit Francie as hard as he could, even though his palm started to sting. It was only after his head had cleared and his arm was starting to tire that he noticed how her short T-shirt was hiked up above her waist, and that her transparent panties hid nothing. When and why had Francie bought herself anything like that? With a sudden uneasiness he noticed that her buttocks, already red and inflamed-looking, kept jerking almost enticingly, even though the force of his blows had slackened. She had a woman's backside, shapely and well formed—but Christ, he thought, this was his sister!

He stopped spanking her so abruptly that Francie, on the verge of orgasm, lost her head. Still squirming on his lap, she begged him to go on, not to stop now.

"You bastard, you bastard!" she sobbed. "Don't you stop now; don't leave me hanging! I was almost there, damn you!"

David felt that this couldn't be happening, this wasn't Francie, he couldn't be hearing right.

With a movement of instinctive revulsion, he let go of her wrists and pushed her away from him. She fell onto the rug and lay there, still squirming and sobbing, her eyes glaring hate at him.

"Go up to your room, Francie. Now. My God, you must be— You'll see a psychiatrist tomorrow. Right now, I don't want to look at you!"

David's voice was dull—he wasn't strong any longer;

he was really kind of pitiful, he was so square! He wasn't her strong Dave—he was Eve's, Francie thought viciously, still lying there. Eve had made him weak and stupid. She despised him now—he'd never dare spank her again, and they both knew it.

"Make me go, David," she taunted him. Make me, why don't you?" She pulled the T-shirt up, putting her hand between her legs. "Since you're not man enough, want to watch me make myself come first?"

He wanted to be sick, looking at her, seeing what she'd started to do to herself.

Like a parent he thought, God, where did I go wrong, when did this happen? He couldn't let her he there doing what she was doing. She must be sick—why hadn't he noticed?

"Francie," he said, his voice cold, "either you go to your room this minute, or I'm going to have the juvenile authorities pick you up. Take your choice. Whatever you think you're doing, you can finish it in your room, not here."

Something in the remoteness of his voice stopped her, froze her hand in midstroke, and she stared at him measuringly. Yes, he did mean it. She'd driven him too far this time. And she didn't want to be taken away and locked up somewhere, because she had to see Brant, she just had to, now! Maybe she'd better pretend to knuckle under.. ..

She pulled the T-shirt down and scrambled to her feet, her head hanging so Dave couldn't see the calculation in her eyes, her long dark hair hanging like a curtain over her face.

"David, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, but

suddenly everything seemed to go dark It's just that