Missing Dolores - A Novella

"I'm not telling," Sarah replied, smirking, trying not to down in one gulp the ridiculously modest portion swirling in her cup.

In time, talk waned into silence as everyone stared at the fire, waves crashing in the background, a ritual that had been repeated by the beach's inhabitants down through the ages even before Linda's distant ancestors ever thought about this place of retreat and solace. All three of them ended up in a bundle, their bodies pressed together, sharing warmth and love, sleepily staring at the last feeble licks of flame, then glowing embers. This level of closeness among the three could only happen at the beach house. Linda, mildly drunk and totally relaxed, reluctantly spoke.

"I'm going inside, kids." She murmured, kissing each one of them on the cheek. "You can stay out here for a while longer if you want."

Neither Sarah or Billy wanted their soft, warm heat source to leave. Their sighs almost sounded like groans of protest.

"But you can't sleep out here. Who knows what weirdos walk the beach at night or, even worse, some drunken college boys on the prowl."

"Oh, gods forbid," Sarah whispered, her lips caressing Linda's shoulder. The wine had affected her, too, much to her surprise. Big sister had replenished her cup a few times during the evening. For a moment, she luxuriated in the softness of Linda's shoulder, inhaling the gentle musk of her skin. "I'll be passed around and ravished."

"Oh, Jesus, Sarah." Linda placed another kiss, this time on her sister's forehead. "I don't think I'm overreacting, even though you ARE an adult now!" More goading sarcasm.

Sarah pulled away with a snort, rolling over on her side, stretching out on the blanket like a slender cat.

Linda looked down at her son to rouse him, paused, then shook her head.

This is where my boy ends up?

She smiled. Billy's face was sleepily buried between his mother's breasts. He was oblivious to what he was doing, or so it appeared. Getting out of the house, far away from the city to the seashore changed all of their personalities to an extent. Mother didn't push her son away. The pressure of his face between her breasts, even though shielded by gossamer layers of bra and blouse, brought back fond memories.

God, it's like when he was a baby. Nuzzling my tits to no end. Damn, I can't say that it's unpleasant. Like when I used to nurse him. Shit, now I have to get him off me.

"Honey, wake up." Linda hated to pull him away, but exhaustion and the gentle haze of alcohol was overtaking her and she needed a good night's sleep. Billy let out a whimpering groan and flopped back on the blanket, arms spread out. What Linda saw next made her stifle a gasp.

Oh, my god!

Linda's eyes couldn't help but be riveted on the vision before her. Billy had sprouted a full erection! The sight of his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts forced her to focus. She knew she shouldn't be gazing at it, mouth open, but Linda couldn't avert her eyes.

Jesus Christ! My boy's grown a lot, and in every way!

A loud snort snapped her to attention. Sarah's face appeared to her sister's left, also gaping with surprise and amazement, unable to stop looking at her nephew's impressive tentpole.

"Shhh..." Linda admonished her sister quietly, putting a finger to her lips.

"Oh. My. God!" Sarah mouthed with a grin, eyebrows raised, shifting her eyes between Billy's cock and her sister's face.

Linda patted Sarah on the shoulder, her chin arcing toward the house. She spoke loudly in an attempt to rouse Billy from his comatose state.

"On second thought, let's all go in." The two siblings gazed at each other as they shared a mutual realization. Billy was now all grown up and packing! It was an even mix of amusement, embarrassment and awe at the fact he seemed totally unaware of the display he was putting on.

"Come on, Billy, get up!" Linda reached out to tousle his hair and noticed her hand was shaking. She didn't want to poke him in the stomach and take a chance on accidentally bumping into his throbbing boner.

Jesus, help me, I can't stop looking at that thing. Linda, that's your son. Stop it!

She hadn't wrapped her hand around a solid shaft of man meat in years, and couldn't help but imagine how something that proud would feel in her hands, her mouth and her needy pussy. Blood rose in her cheeks as she fought away shame.

I could use a lover built like that, but not my boy, so why am I thinking this way? Not having Dolores around is really making me crazy! And Sarah's right behind me, watching. What's going through her mind right now?

She regained some modicum of control and returned to the moment. "I'm about to pass out and don't want you spending the night out here."

Sarah had already stood up with her blanket in tow.

"Awww, Mom." Billy finally sat up, still oblivious to his erection.

Linda took the other blanket as her son came to life, running toward the house, his cock pointing the way. With only the waning gibbous moon illuminating the blackness, the two women lagged behind, exchanging glances. Sarah smirked again, shaking her head in disbelief. Linda shouted after her son.

"But we all need to shower off. Those bedsheets are clean and I want to keep them that way!"

Billy, the little fucker, always made sure he was first to shower, and he wasn't quick to finish. By the time he was done, the two women had to make do with lukewarm dregs from the feeble water heater. His mother chastised him for this every summer, but always, he seemed to forget.

"Son, get your ass out of there!" Linda poked her head into the steamy bathroom. "I'm not taking a cold shower yet again!" The warm effect of the wine was tapering off.

"Okay, okay!" Billy reached out from behind the shower curtain to grab a towel. "Don't have a cow!"

But years of this behavior had made it a touchy subject with Linda. "Goddammit, I tell you not to hog the hot water again and again. What am I going to do with you?"

Billy gave his mother a flash of bare buttock as he fled, the too-small towel wrapped around his freshly-showered body. Linda felt like ripping the towel away and giving him a good, hard smack.

Sometimes I want to smack him senseless! Cute butt, though.

Glimpsing her son's unintended nakedness lessened her anger somewhat. She was still fighting images of his healthy cock, straining to be free. With an exasperated sigh, she turned the water back on, testing the temperature of the anemic spray. Sarah lurked in the doorway for a moment, then walked up next to her sister.

"Well?" She asked.

"That turd," Linda said, scowling. "Want to share?"

"No problem," Sarah shrugged, as she peeled her clothes off along with her sister, discarding them in the corner. Although the two women didn't make a habit of being naked around each other in the city, here at the beach house, it was a regular occurrence, especially with Billy's showering habits.

Linda pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped into the tub, Sarah following closely behind.

"You go first," Linda instructed her sister, who stepped into the room-temperature spray of the shower, quickly rubbing soap on her face, underarms and lower regions. Aware of the limited hot water, she passed the bar of soap to Linda, who did the same.

"What do you think? About eight inches? Nine?" Sarah mused.

"What?" Linda didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on."

Linda paused a few beats, then snorted. By then, she had placed the soap back in its dish and, with her kid sister, was quickly rinsing off, racing against the ever-cooling water.

"Oh, Jesus, Sarah!" She gave her naked sister a dumbfounded look. She couldn't help but admire how much her body had developed in the past year or so. This delicate waif was becoming a woman.

"Well, I know we're thinking the same thing," Sarah replied. "Even if he's your own son!"

Linda balked, refusing to admit the truth. "I am NOT thinking about my son's genitalia, much less its size." She lied. "You're sadly mistaken." By then, her voice didn't sound very convincing. The now-cold water only added to her agitation as she slapped vigorously against her flesh to remove the slick, soapy residue.

Bemused at Linda's plight, Sarah was also appreciating some naked skin. Linda, in spite of her low opinion of her body, still presented an appealing vision of mature womanhood. The young woman couldn't stop glancing at her sister's full, brown bush, now glistening with water droplets, or her motherly tits, capped by succulent areolas and erect nipples.

And to think I nursed on those so many years ago.

After a pause, Sarah replied, "Yes you are." She giggled and, with loving hands, helped her sister rinse the remainder of the soap from her back. Linda sighed, responding to Sarah's touch.

"It's not something you choose to think about," Linda murmured as she conceded to her teasing sister. With that statement, she shut off the water, faucet handles screeching. "Okay, Sis, enough talk about Billy's..." Another pause. "...You know."

Sarah didn't reply, but stepped out of the tub with her sister. They shared a towel, rubbing each other's backs. Linda pulled a couple of cheap bathrobes out of the closet, tossing one to Sarah.

"Here," Linda teased. "Cover yourself, you shameless exhibitionist!"

"Okay, okay." Sarah slipped into the capacious garment, glad to be clean, luxuriating in the feel of fabric sliding across her bare skin. "God forbid any naked women be roaming around this house."

Linda noticed her own robe had become a bit smaller since the previous year, much to her chagrin.

There's no way I could have put on weight since last year. Never!

Still, she pulled the robe snugly shut as her breasts protested their new confines.

If I didn't have two hormone-laden teenagers around, you're damn right I'd go naked.

Linda grabbed a soft, white pillowcase from the closet before switching out the bathroom light.� � � � � � � � � � � � �

By the time the two women exited the bathroom, Billy was ensconced in his room to the immediate left, transistor radio pressed to his ear. Linda knocked twice and opened his door. She could hear the tinny warbling of the disc jockey's voice hyping some new hit single.

"Good night, son." Linda regretted barking at him previously, although he thoroughly deserved it. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

It took Billy a moment to respond, he was so caught up in what the DJ was saying. "It's okay," he replied, distracted. "G'night, Mom."

"But next time Sarah and I will shower first!"

No response.

Linda pulled the door shut and walked to her own room, bare feet creaking on the old steps as she descended to the ground floor. Sarah was already there, curled up atop the blankets, reading her trashy pulp romance novel. Linda took pause the moment she gazed upon her sister. Sarah had changed into a sleeveless nothing of a nightgown which dipped way below her neckline and stopped at the tops of her slender thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination.

What is with her? She might as well be naked.

Linda could clearly see the outline of her nipples, surrounded by diminutive, pink areolas. Sarah's heels, pressed firmly against her bottom, concealed any view of her nether regions. The thought of making Sarah change into something more concealing flitted across Linda's brain, but she was too tired to start any conflict at that late hour.

Ah, fuck it.

"Jesus, I'm beat." Linda said. Sarah, engrossed in her paperback, barely grunted.

Linda slipped the robe off her shoulders, hanging it on a hook, next to her sister's. Sarah looked up from her book.

"Hubba hubba!" She chuckled, making a wolf whistle as she made a show of scanning her sister's nakedness.

"Oh, you hush, young lady!" Linda reached into the closet to retrieve her own nightgown. Fresh air wafting through the open window caressed her bare body, making her hair stand on end. Linda stifled a gasp.

Mercy, that breeze feels good. I can feel it on my nipples. Maybe I should just sleep nude. What would that little smartass say then?� � � � � � � � � � � � �

Of course, she thought better of it and slid the sensible, Montgomery Ward flower-print cotton nightgown over her head. Like her sister's garment, it lacked sleeves, but the fabric was enough to conceal her body and the hem stopped just above her knees. She then slipped under the blankets, next to her sister. Linda couldn't help but stare at the waif's near-naked body. From that angle, she could see Sarah's downy pubic mound and a hint of labia.

Just as I thought.

"Aren't you cold wearing just that?" Linda asked, eyes lingering on her sister's pussy. "No panties?"

"I'm fine, thanks." Sarah shot her a glance, eyebrow raised. "What are you looking at?"

Linda jumped slightly, her eyes suddenly looking up to meet her sister's.

Caught! Think fast, Linda.

"Make sure you wear that robe when Billy's around."

Kid sister's glare could've pierced armor in that instant.

"Jesus, Sis!" Sarah huffed. "Okay, I will!" She returned to the book, muttering under her breath. "Fuck, I just want to be comfortable. We are on vacation!"

"I'm sorry, honey." Linda wanted to touch Sarah lovingly, but refrained. "But this evening has proven that my son and your nephew has grown into a young man. He's obviously no longer a child. Even though you're his aunt..."

Dammit, does she know I was zeroing in on her pussy? I still can't get used to seeing pubic hair on her body.

Although Sarah wasn't in the mood for conversation, Linda pushed forward. Her brain was spinning up and she needed to clear the air. Or at least change the topic. She had to talk, and damn the torpedoes.

"What are you reading, girl?" Linda pryed, looking over at the open book.

"Oh, nothing." Sarah mumbled. "Just some romance trash."

"Can I see?"

With a big sigh, Sarah, clearly annoyed, rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on, honey." Linda sidled up to her kid sister. "I won't judge you."

"Ah, what the fuck." Sarah dog-eared the page she was reading and closed the book, handing it to her sister.

"Thank you."

Linda opened the book and scanned a few pages, crinkling her brow.

"Hey, this isn't serious literature," Sarah said. She looked like she wanted to snatch the book back immediately, embarrassed as she watched Linda read. She felt the need to explain her reading choice for the evening. "It's not Sylvia Plath or anything like that. I toss these things out when I'm done." Big sister ignored her.

"Oh, my." Linda read for a moment, then looked over to her sister, eyes wide. "This is almost pornographic."

Sarah had no choice but to let loose with a giggle, smiling mischievously, that familiar, subversive expression on her face. "Ain't it?"

"Oh, you." Linda held up the book, as if putting it on display for an imaginary audience, glaring at her sister. "This isn't how love or romance works." She went back to scanning the book. "But still, this studly prince would be welcome in my bed anytime."

Just a few pages of this garbage and my pussy's wet and ready. Goddamn!

Sarah laughed, surprised that her sister would say such a thing. Again, the beach made them all loosen up. Perhaps it was all the negative ions in the air from being so near the water.

Linda had become so engrossed in the ratty pages, filled with hard-chested men, heaving bosoms and gossamer gowns getting ripped away, she forgot about her sister for a moment.

Damn, I need my tits sucked and a hard body pounding me like this lusty prince is doing so well. Rip my fucking clothes off and rape me like a medieval wench. Make it sting, dammit!

"Excuse me?" Sarah reached out, pulling the book out of Linda's hands. "You can read it when I'm done." She resumed her position atop the covers, legs drawn up.

To her annoyance, Linda's pussy was throbbing madly, keeping pace with her quickened pulse. Her skin flushed red and the cotton fabric of her gown irritated her erect nipples, made even more sensitive after reading graphic depictions of sex. And to think her baby sister was reading this!

"I just hope you know fantasy from reality, Sarah. This is the product of someone's imagination and nothing else."

Again, Sarah shot her a glance and went back to reading.

Linda pulled the blankets up to her chin and, exhaling loudly, closed her eyes.

"It's been a good day, but I've had enough," she whispered. "Good night, honey." � � � � � � � � � � � � � "G'night."

Linda draped the pillowcase over her eyes to block out the dull yellow lamplight. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the distant crashing of waves and a gentle breeze wafting through the window next to their bed. The air smelled salty and fresh, which gave Linda a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and relaxation. Sarah kept turning page after page of her thick novel.

Then something disturbed the relative silence.

Creak...creak...creak...creak.

At first, the noise was barely audible and sporadic. In time, it became louder and more consistent.

Creak creak creak creak.

Slowly, but surely, the noise became like the ticking of a metronome, but increasing in frequency. It got to a point where nothing else could be heard above it. Linda, who had been in the process of drifting off into her nocturnal hinterland, rose back to consciousness, finally pulling the pillowcase from her face, eyes blinking open.

What the hell is that?

Wordlessly, she turned to look at Sarah, who looked back at her.

Creak creak creak creak.

Sarah lifted her head to look at the ceiling then, raising an eyebrow, looked back down at her sister.

Creak creak creak creak.

It took Linda a moment to get up to speed, then her eyes popped as she stifled a laugh. Her boy was masturbating upstairs! Logistically, his bed -- and his body -- was maybe ten or twelve feet above the two women, separated only by a ceiling and floor. It was no secret the old place didn't have thick walls and everything could be heard. Both women being imaginative types, they couldn't help but envision young Billy, gripping his ample erection, beating away to an unavoidable conclusion.

"God. Damn!" Sarah mouthed to Linda, her eyes as big as her sister's.

Linda shook her head with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement as the creaking sped up faster still.

Creakcreakcreakcreakcreak!

By then, there was no avoiding the fact the two sisters were just waiting Billy to climax so peace would return. After a full minute of listening patiently, Linda looked back up at the ceiling, her brow raised, nodding her head like she was saying "Will you come, already?"

Sarah snorted, trying not to laugh herself as she joined Linda in staring at the palm-sized brown water-stain on the ceiling that was shaped like the state of West Virginia.

Then it happened.

Another noise joined the creaking. There was no mistaking the shuddering of Billy's body as he orgasmed, shaking the bedframe. For what seemed like an eternity, agitated squeaking and thumping emanated from the ceiling until they assumed Billy finally spent his load.

Then silence. Linda exhaled, not realizing she'd been holding her breath.

About damn time, son. Jesus!

She became aware of the heat emanating from her face and could see Sarah's cheeks were flushed as well. The older sister turned to look again at the ceiling, not sure what to say, or if to say anything. Sarah broke the spell.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," the young woman whispered.

Linda kept staring at the ceiling, still silent as if waiting for something else to happen, but her sister continued.