Patsy caressed his back. Her own body was exhausted, satisfied for the moment. "Ohhh, Ray, you were fantastic! God, I thought I was going to die!" She hugged him tight.

Ray grunted and rolled off her sweaty body. His limp cock popped from her overflowing pussy. "You're a great piece of ass, Patsy," he moaned. "Really great!"

"As good as my sister?" she asked, sibling rivalry lifting its ugly head.

"What you lack in finesse, you make up in enthusiasm." He grinned, rolled to his side, and pulled his young sister-in-law into his arms. "Now, why don't you make us some coffee before Gretchen calls and tells us how your mother is?"

Patsy giggled and grabbed his limp cock. "If you promise to fuck me again later."

She crawled out of his arms and bounced to her feet, running naked to the kitchen.

Ray groaned as he watched the jiggling ass cheeks of the eighteen year old sexpot as she ran out of the room. "Damn," he muttered, sensing the trouble this little escapade would probably cause. "Damn!"

CHAPTER TWO

Gretchen walked the streets, dazed, her mind reeling under the impact of what she had witnessed. Patsy, her sister and Ray! It was terrible, horrible. She walked blindly, her eyes filled with tears, her heart aching. She fought the pain and replaced it with revenge.

Sniffing back her tears, she spotted a phone. An evil grin played at the corners of her mouth and she hurried to it, the rest of the street a blur. Fishing in her purse, she found a dime and dropped it in the slot. Trembling, she dialed the number and waited, imagining them naked, fucking on the floor. It sickened her.

The line clicked open. "Ray."

"Honey," Ray said. He pushed Patsy's hand away from his cock. "Where are you?" For a second his heart had stopped. Hearing Gretchen's voice while he was with Patsy was strange.

"I'm calling from a telephone booth outside the hospital," she lied. She bit her lip to keep from crying.