This story will make more sense if you have read the previous part.
After she had showed Robyn up to her room, and given her another impulsive hug, settling any lingering worries in Robyn’s mind as to whether her sister really wanted her there, Nancy disappeared downstairs to finish off the dinner preparations. Jim had gone straight into his study. Nancy must have turned the radio on, because cheerful, upbeat music sounded loud from downstairs, and Robyn’s heart lifted. Nancy loved her music, and their dad’s insistence on silence in the house had been a major cause of friction. It was another good sign that Jim was happy for Nancy to have what she liked.
Robyn couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Jim; she couldn’t figure him out, and as much as she told herself it didn’t matter as long as Nancy liked him, as long as he was a good husband, she couldn’t stop herself coming back to him.
After spending a little while exploring the pleasant little room she’d been given and admiring the view of the extensive back garden from the window, Robyn set to to unpack her things.
Nancy had left the door open, and— much as she felt nervous about getting her erotic books out of their bag with the door open— her Dad’s rule about not closing doors was hard to kick (’everything that goes on in my house is my business’); for Robyn and Nancy, anyone who closed their door in the daytime was asking for trouble— and a requirement to explain why they had felt the need to shut their father out.
So she resigned herself to it feeling risky— they’re both busy downstairs, anyways — and bent over to open her suitcase.
Picture: Robyn unpacking: Click here to reveal.
She was dealing with clothes but still feeling worried when Jim’s deep voice sounded, right behind her in the doorway, giving her a considerable shock;
“There are towels in the bathroom closet. When you’re finished up, come join us by the pool.”
Because she was nervous, because she didn’t want to act as if she had anything to be nervous about, she controlled her instinct to straighten up with a jerk, and made herself stay bent over as she looked ‘round, only to realise that her lack of experience in wearing such a short skirt had got her into a sticky situation; Jim was right there, clearly enjoying the view. Somehow, if she straightened up having seen that, it would make it worse, and so Robyn stayed down, no matter how embarrassing. Jim’s face was impossible to read, and so she just had to do her best to act normal, even if he was staring right at her pussy, protected only by her thin white panties;
That’s the bad thing about dad and Mom having brought us up to be honest at all times, about everything— I don’t know how to lie, even though now I really need to! I didn’t hear him on the stairs at all— that wonderful thick carpet plus Nancy’s music! I’ll have to shut the door when I’m stashing my books, no matter what!
Just to say something— anything— Robyn said the first thing that came into her head;
“OK Jim, I… I’m going to take a shower first.”
He smiled— at her— a confident, self-satisfied smile— letting her know that he had no problem at all making her feel uncomfortable, perhaps even that he approved of her staying bent at the hip as she had, nodded laconically, then casually went on his way.
Her heart was pumping; she didn’t know what to make of Jim; was he simply coolly enjoying himself looking at her (and Robyn knew that she wanted that to be so), or was there something more he wanted?
But… but he’s Nancy’s husband! He makes me feel so confused!
Her heart bumped even more as she went to shut the door, feeling as if she was putting out a sign saying— ‘Robyn’s doing something shameful now’.
With all her clothes stashed in drawers and closet, she took her books and magazines from the smaller bag;
Picture: Robyn, wondering : Click here to reveal
Where can I hide these? I really don’t want Jim or Sis to find them!
But instead of looking for a place, she found herself— as so often— weak, unable to resist opening the well-thumbed pages, looking for favourite paragraphs, particular images. This time, though, it was not just driven by her own inner hunger, but the way Jim had affected her.
The way he looks at me! Direct and obvious, letting me know he’s considering me for sex. It makes me go so weak and stupid! And .. and I like feeling that way for him. Is that a bit of what it might be like— to be dominated? I guess I’ll never know…
Feeling the heat rise between her thighs, Robyn laid the collection on top of the chest, and stripped herself naked— I mean, I am getting ready for my shower… Instead of going in to the shower, though, she was drawn to the most disturbing of all her collection— her Dolcett printouts, held together with a college binder.
Picture: Robyn, looking at a Dolcett drawing : Click here to reveal.
Am I trying to frighten myself out of it by looking at these two pretty girls, so cruelly tortured— slowly hung, strangling, desperate, the guy in the mask looking on, grinning at their gruesome ‘dancing’. Or is … is that what I really want? T… To be … to be hung like that? By … by a man like … like Jim, for his entertainment?
Oh, that’s crazy! All this is crazy— Jim’s just an ordinary guy, and Nancy’s husband! They’ll be wondering where I am! I’d better have a real quick shower!
Rushing, then, she forgot about her books and headed for the en-suite shower.
Again, her weakness took her, and she found it impossible simply to do a quick sluice as she had planned; the thoughts kept bubbling up in her, the difference beween those thoughts and what her body had ever experienced so very far apart.
My sex life is so boring! What … what would it really feel like— to be completely helpless, knowing you were about to be killed… raped by the guy that was going to hang you, unable to stop yourself coming for him, so that he and the audience can see, then have them all laughing and commenting as they watch you struggle for your life, in agony?
Why can’t I stop having these mad thoughts, when I’ve hardly ever even been touched by a boy?
As had become habit, recently (even her dad was not likely to barge in on her when she was in the shower), she began to caress herself…
If I could just find someone who got off on this stuff like I do. There must be a few people like me? Otherwise who would publish these books and magazines? In the meantime, though…
In the meantime, as she guiltily stroked herself, her mind was filled with imagining Jim doing terrible things to her, smiling his slow, hard smile at her as he hurt her, as he raped her, as he forced her to let other men fuck her, making her tremble all over with the intensity of feeling those thoughts produced…
Picture: Robyn, caressing herself in the shower : Click here to reveal.
As so often recently, Robyn found it impossible to bring herself to a climax, and became too jittery about how long she had taken to make it worth trying any more. It really was becoming too much, this mounting frustration.
I want to enjoy this time with Nancy! I can’t let my kinky sex thoughts ruin my holiday. But oh, how I need something to happen!
She was towelling herself dry when there came a knock at the door; Jim’s deep voice again. His voice, now that Robyn had heard it a few times, was notable; not an unfriendly voice, but decidedly not warm, either— simple, direct and purposeful, always relaxed, and calm, but with concrete certainty underneath;
“Hey Robyn; when you come down, bring the photo album, will you? We got the wedding pictures printed up nice and Nancy wants to show you. It’s on the top shelf.”
Picture: Robyn, towelling herself dry : Click here to reveal.
Naked, Robyn couldn’t help herself imaging how it would be if Jim was like her dad— if he’d just barged in without knocking (there had been a few embarrassing incidents at home); if he’d seen Robyn, naked as she was; what he might have done… She had to shake herself;
“OK Jim, I’ll be down soon— nearly ready!”
She had to take herself in hand— the music had stopped downstairs, they must already be by the pool! Robyn quickly put on her skimpy string bikini— another never-worn new acquisition. She was quite shocked at how close she felt to being naked in it, and looking at herself in the mirror was another shock; she had to tell herself… other girls wear bikinis to pool parties; it’s perfectly normal.
Robyn didn’t feel normal, though, and, distracted by wondering how Jim would look at her in her bikini, how she could bear it without giving away how disturbing she found those looks, she was already at the top of the stairs when she remembered the photo album, and so had to go back to her room, shaking her head at herself.
As with the guest room at home, the room they’d given Robyn seemed also to be used as a store; there were various things jammed onto the top shelf, which was high enough that Robyn had to go up onto tip-toes. She found the album quickly enough, but there was an intriguing box labelled “Club Photos” next to it, and she couldn’t resist lifting the lid and putting a hand in to see what she might find (I didn’t know Nancy and Jim were in a club? They’re hardly the Country Club type!).
Picture: Robyn, stretching up to the top shelf : Click here to reveal.
What she thought she saw on just a corner of the first photograph she pulled up dealt her a crazy shock and the next thing she knew, her hand had jerked back and pulled the album, the box, and several other things down from the shelf, which landed with a crash, the photos from the box falling like a cascade, all over the floor.
Picture: Robyn, cowering : Click here to reveal.
Oh Shit! What have I done!
