She'd never used it, but in the back of the mind knew that someday she might have just such an emergency. She'd never imagined that she'd be trying to murder her own brother's sperm. Gingerly she pried her lips apart and inserted the smooth tip. When it was deep in her pussy, she squeezed the rubber bag and felt the lukewarm liquid fill her and then dribble out into the toilet. The time for feeling shocked was past. Now she had only to struggle with the new emotions her brother had engendered in her mind. Would she find herself wanting him now? Would she start thinking about him when the sun went down? Howell had given her the most exciting sexual experience of her life. But even now she was picturing his long, hard cock. She was thinking of all the pleasure she could have from it in the future.

"God help me," she muttered, watching the drops plunk into the toilet. "I can't let this happen ever again." And then she thought of Aunt Mona. Surely Mona would give her some advice. She didn't have anywhere else to turn really. Her mother would just throw up her hands and get hysterical. But Mona knew about life, she understood. If she could just find the nerve to confess what had happened and what she'd felt.

Abby dabbed herself dry with a towel and glanced in the mirror. She looked like a slightly depraved Snow White. There were red splotches on her breasts and shoulders where Howell had kissed her. She closed her eyes, ran a fingernail across the places. Yes, she had to speak to Mona about all this. Because if she didn't, she might go begging Howell to take care of her again. The pleasure had been too intense to dismiss so lightly. She'd want more. And then more and more and more.

"Oh, why couldn't Perry excite me like this?" she murmured to no one in particular. Then she opened the bathroom door a crack and looked out. Her brother had gone.

CHAPTER FOUR