Yep, Lucinda thought confidently as she knocked softly on the door, if anyone can help me, Dawn's the one. How stupid it is of me not to think of it before.
There was no answer to Lucinda's gentle knock.
The short blonde grew perplexed. It was only ten thirty, for God's sake! And the first night of Thanksgiving vacation. Surely, Dawn wasn't asleep yet!
Growing impatient, Lucinda eased the door open and stepped into the room. It was dark, except for a small nightlight glowing in the wall socket beside Dawn's dressing table. The soft shimmer of light showed the bed empty.
"That's funny," Lucinda said.
Dawn had gone to the pep rally before the big game with a bunch of the other cheerleaders then she and Lucinda had walked home together. Dawn had come upstairs right after dinner to do some homework. Where the hell was she?
More curious by the minute, Lucinda tiptoed over to the bathroom adjoining her older sister's room. The door was open but it was dark and empty inside.
Lucinda was just turning to leave when she heard something. A noise that sounded like an animal moaning was coming from the door at the far side of the bathroom, the door that led into her older brother Steve's room.
Worried by the sound and the strangeness of Dawn's absence, Lucinda crept cautiously up to the door and began to open it. She found she couldn't. It was locked.
The Collins house was an old one with great, high ceilings, bathrooms with two bedrooms on either side, with locks on each door and with keyholes, old fashioned, large keyholes. Lucinda went to her knees and peeked through the keyhole in her brother's door.
The light was on in Steve's room. And Dawn was there. God, was she ever there!
Lucinda sucked in her breath as she peered into the room and beheld her sister sitting naked on the bed next to Steve. He was naked, too, lying on his back. Something long and round and thick and red was towering up out of the rumpled bed sheets surrounding Steve, and Lucinda realized with a missed heartbeat that it was her brother's hard cock!