PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 5
"Claire"
by Plainman
an10176@anon.nymserver.com
Princess: It's me, sweetie.
Judy: Hi Princess - here I am, seduced and abandoned...
P: Oh don't give me that, you horny housewife - I know
you've been wearing out my poor frail brother ...
J: Well things HAVE been pretty spicy around here the last
few days, thanks to you. But actually tonight we're just
lying here in bed reading, and I'm about to go to sleep.
P: Oh sweetie, that sounds so nice! Trooper and I NEVER seem
to get a relaxed evening at home and a good night's sleep.
Too hectic a life. You know what we could use - a wife! Do
you know of a good service? ... Like tonight, I was supposed
to work until about 7 and he was going to be here earlier
for the kids - then he had an emergency come up on this case
that's going to trial, so I had to cancel my last meeting
and rush home, and now he won't be back until after
midnight. I've got the kids in bed, and have some stuff I'm
bursting to tell someone about - well, I'll give you a hint,
Claire called and she and Jerry are coming. Since I don't
have Troop to spill it to, well naturally I turned your way.
But listen, get to sleep and I'll tell you later...
J: How about talking to Dave, and he can tell me tomorrow? -
P: Sounds good - check with him...
J: Honey, Claire called Princess, and she can't wait to tell
about it - are you awake enough to talk? ... Princess, he
perked right up - he's going down to his computer room and
he'll talk to you down there - I'll stay on til he gets
there. Love, that was so nice the other day ... well "nice"
doesn't quite capture it, but you know what I mean.
P: Well let's see: You are my oldest and dearest friend, and
I love you more than I can say - and you are one hot bitch,
too. OK?
J: Oh love - well you always were the one who had the way
with words...
P: Listen, I'm still in the grip of raging hormones or
whatever - would you mind if Dave and I happened to drift
into a little phone sex while you were off in dreamland?
This Claire thing has some sexy angles...
J: That's fine with me, honey, if somehow you can get a rise
out of him - I'm sore and worn out and into a little
celibacy after what we've been up to - you wouldn't believe
it...
P: Sweetie, remember who you're talking to...
J: Of course - madness - I forgot myself... Well there's
Dave - have fun, guys, don't do anything I wouldn't do -
night, night.
David: Night, lover. [Judy hangs up.]
D: What was that all about - "have fun, guys"?
P: Never you mind.
D: Were you two plotting something?
P: I just wanted to make sure I wasn't interrupting
anything...
D: Princess, goddamit, you were asking her if you could
borrow me for phone sex tonight - you two are passing around
boytoys again...
P: My god, what an ego! Men! The constant fantasy that some
poor deprived woman needs your mighty engine of procreation
for her fulfillment... or, for god's sake, your poor halting
strangled voice on the other end of a phone line! If I want
to get myself off here in my lonely bed, don't you suppose I
have my own resources - which don't include the uphill
battle to have a human conversation with some dialogically
impaired MALE OF THE SPECIES!
D: Very good, Princess, eloquence never fails you, even at
the end of a long day - OK, go on - I'll just sit here and
listen, poor chromosomally challenged creature that I am...
P: You speak truth, wise man.
D: OK - so Claire called - what's going on?
P: Well it's so fucking WEIRD talking to her. I mean I
really do like the woman, and of course she is family, and
on top of that she, um, plays this SPECIAL ROLE in our lives
- but I have to figure out what everybody wants, and arrange
for everybody to get it, without ever talking about it!
D: She's coming down to visit and she wants to fuck Trooper.
P: See - whose brother are you? - you can just come out and
say it!
D: You know what's REALLY weird - the way all this stuff has
come down over these last few days - kind of a hormone storm
passing through our peaceful little lives. It all came on
top of your little escapade in Denver - and I think you've
brought most of it on us yourself - but this one seems
independent of that. Or is it?
P: Well... mostly.
D: OK, out with it...
P: Well, it did occur to me we hadn't seen her and Jerry for
a while, so I DID send her a postcard from Denver, just to
remind her we were alive...
D: And she called back responding to your invitation for a
family visit, and somehow didn't blurt out right off the bat
that she wants to fuck her brother. Gee, that really makes
her weird... Honestly Princess you are really a piece of
work...
P: A what? - I'M a piece of work! Well FUCK YOU!
D: Now Princess...
P: Shut up, you fucker! Yes, it's my fault - it's all my
fault, always my fault, everything is my fault. Princess,
Princess, fucking Princess! ... Oh let's see - mmmm - we're
starting to feel old - lets whip Princess's ass and make her
cry and get off on it - instant rejuvenation!
D: Princess - hey, sweetheart - I love you. We all love you
- what would we do without you?
P: Yes - what WOULD you all do without me? Maybe I'll let
you find out sometime...
D: Sweetheart, I don't know what's going on, but I'm sorry -
please tell it your way - what happened with Claire, what
was so weird?
P: Oh shit - I don't know what sets me off... Look, Dave,
here's the deal. Yes, I thought it was time to see Claire
again, and that's why I sent the card from Denver. I can
tell Trooper misses her - and I bet she misses Troop.
Anyway, I can tell when he starts making wistful little
noises about their magical childhood together. But would he
pick up the phone and invite her down. NOOOOOO! The little
woman is supposed to sense these things, with her woman's
intuition, and make all the arrangements - because of course
household logistics are woman's sphere, even when she's
FUCKING billing 2000 hours a year and earning three-quarters
of the family FUCKING income!
D: Sweetheart, I'm not trying to be critical or anything,
but is it just a coincidence that you decided Trooper needed
to see Claire again right at the same time you decided to go
to bed with another guy - and tell Trooper about it?
P: Look, fuck you - I did that because I felt like it, and
because it wouldn't do any harm - I had been working so
damned hard and I needed a little fun.
D: And you just HAD to call Troop at 2 in the morning to
tell him about it, and HAD to play a tape of yourself
fucking this guy?
P: OK, OK - maybe I thought the fire could use a little
stirring... who is going to make things happen around here
if I don't?
D: So how did it go - with Claire?
P: Well, she calls, we chat a little about the kids,
perfunctorily about my work - which she isn't interested in,
I don't blame her - the weather here, the weather there -
then, uh, well when can you guys come down and see us, we
miss you. And she names a couple of weekends, and one of
them I'm off on a business trip - I was tempted to ask them
down for that one - that would have been a winner. They
would have sat around all weekend with the kids whining, and
then dragged back home on Sunday afternoon leaving Troop and
Claire looking like two constipated Norwegian farmers whose
crops just failed. But of course we settled on a weekend I'm
going to be here - the mistress of ceremonies. Well then I
need to perk her up, without seeming in any way to allude to
the subject, so I say that I'm looking forward to seeing all
of them, but especially to getting away with the kids and
Jerry, who I so rarely get to see -- the two of us will take
all the kids to the beach or the lake or whatever -
implication: some nice long trip to a distant spot, where
we'll be sure to be caught in plenty of weekend traffic - so
she and Troop can have an afternoon together. I tell her I
worry they don't get enough time to catch up on old times,
and letters and phone calls just aren't enough, are they? -
all very bright and cheerful and innocent sounding -
D: That must have been the greatest challenge of all...
P: Shit, sweetie, I conduct business five or six days a week
without giving off hardly a whiff a' pussy - you don't get
any respect as a woman lawyer if you can't shift into
neutral and coast.
D: As long as you can get it into gear when it counts...
P: No kidding [giggles] - that reminds me - you should have
seen this guy, CEO of a big company, about 60, full of ego
and testosterone, one of our rival firms had been working
him over on the FUCKING GOLF COURSE Sunday after Sunday. I
get him aside for a drink late one Friday afternoon - and we
have the retainer signed the next morning. I swear I didn't
touch the guy and he didn't touch me, and if you had a tape
of our conversation you could not convict me of flirting,
even if flirting were a crime. But honestly, it was so
EASY... Goddamit, Dave, if you ever repeat this to ANYONE
I'll have your balls off with rusty scissors...
D: Sweetheart, sweetheart, no need to reveal your uglier
fantasies, your trade secrets are safe with me.
P: Listen, what I'm saying is - Trooper yearns to fuck
Claire, Claire yearns to fuck Trooper. But neither of them
would lift a finger to make it happen - if I didn't set it
up for them, it would never come off. We would spend a nice
boring family weekend together and Jerry and Claire and the
kids would leave. Then Troop would mope around my house, and
Claire would mope around Jerry's even more than she already
does - only poor fucking Jerry wouldn't know the difference,
any more than he knows his bride wasn't a virgin on her
wedding night...
D: So what else do you do for them - reserve a motel room?
P: Are you kidding? Those two sweet innocent children
wouldn't do anything so downright INTENTIONAL as go to a
motel - no, they will fuck right in our good old marital
bed. They talk, go for a walk, sit next to each other on the
couch - someone's hand brushes someone else's - they bump
into each other - all of a sudden they can't help themselves
and are clutching each other - and "oh no we mustn't" and
"they might come back" but "really we have hours still," and
"here let me" and "oh god, oh god," and squish and squash and
things go bump. And Claire, being a housewife herself, makes
sure she puts a towel she has brought with her under them so
there isn't any wet spot, and she probably scrutinizes the
sheets for loose pubic hairs... the poor thing! I only wish
Troop could tell her I know, and I approve, and I cheer them
on, and I wish her every happiness - and she and I could hug
and laugh a little with each other and compare notes on what
a nice cock Trooper has!
D: No way, huh?
P: He says not, and I've never been able to talk him into
letting ME tell her - I know damn well I could do it - I've
seduced much more resistant people than dear Claire. She
likes me - even if she thinks I'm a little coarse, and maybe
a slightly negligent mother... Jeez, you know sweetie, I
could tell her how Troop and I are bonded together as incest
survivors...
D: Princess, goddamn it...
P: Don't worry, sweetie, your criminal past as a statutory
rapist and incestuous child abuser is safe with me - and
anyway the statute of limitations has run...
D: If anyone's an incest survivor around here, it's me...
But you know it IS quite a coincidence, Troop and you, both
having your first sex with a sibling.
P: Well, first penetration anyway... You know, I sometimes
wonder if it really is a coincidence. We told each other the
second time we slept together - we were already falling in
love - but you know, it was another bond - made it seem
there was something fated about us being together.
D: Princess, I really doubt if Troop and Claire's thing was
ANYTHING like our little initiation. You know Judy and I
were going over it again last night...
P: Yes, you two practically raped me, and poor Claire
certainly wouldn't be capable of anything like that...
D: Raped! If anyone got raped it was the two of us - we both
agreed you had us hypnotized...
P: Oh, sure, a seventeen-year old virgin HYPNOTIZED her
older brother and his girl-friend into taking her virginity
- two perverted sex maniacs who were driving her crazy by
fucking each other's brains out in the room next to hers and
making sure she heard them, when there was a perfectly good
private bedroom they could have used...
D: Well let's not argue about it. It was one of the best
things that ever happened to me - and I know to Judy too ...
P: My goodness - you sweet man! - you just took all the
fight out of me. Hey, you know I feel the same too ...
D: So remind me - how DID it happen with Claire and Troop?
P: I thought you'd never ask! How can Scheherazade do her
number without a sexy story to tell? Though you've heard
this one before, I'm sure...
D: Well they all improve in the retelling...
P: Sweetie-
D: I know, "What are you wearing?" Right now, an extra long
football jersey, no underpants...
P: Oh sweetie - you know your little sister too well ...
Well, I'm wearing a regular length t-shirt, also no panties,
so my cute little pussy is exposed - well of course I'm
under the covers - the t-shirt is a thick cotton one, so you
can't really tell from looking at me when my nipples get
hard...
D: Have you played with yourself already tonight?
P: No sweetie, I was saving myself for you - actually I was
saving myself for fucking Trooper until he called and said
it would be midnight... anyway, now you are the man of my
dreams and fantasies... How about you, when did you last
fuck your cute little wifey?
D: Three nights ago, but we did it twice and it was wild -
that was the night we went down memory lane...
P: Ooooh, that must have been hot, you two reinforcing each
others' lies about your poor Princess... Have you jacked off
since then?
D: No, I've been purifying myself for you... So, tell, tell.
Is your pussy wet yet?
P: I'm definitely on my way... Well - you know Troop and
Claire were the only kids, and she is twenty months older.
They were together a lot as children, because they spent
summers on a farm their family owned, and there weren't that
many other kids around...
D: So they learned about the birds and the bees...
P: Actually, it was pigs and goats, and yes, they really
were farm kids, all that animal husbandry going on all
around ... But their parents were strict and conservative,
and never talked about sex. You know how Claire looks - a
tall good-looking big-boned woman, fair skinned, an English
type - well she grew very tall early, the way big girls do,
and being much taller than all the boys her age, and shy,
she didn't have any boyfriends through her early teens, even
at school.
D: And Troop?
P: He was a boy's boy - sports, scouts, all that stuff, very
active at school, cute and fairly popular with girls - but
as I say, not a lot of friends around in the summer, and
Claire and he used to go for long walks, swim at a swimming
hole, all that corny Norman Rockwell stuff.
D: Oh god I can feel a great juicy Norman Rockwell fuck
coming on...
P: Aren't they the best kind? - wholesome depravity,
innocent lust... Anyway, they both loved to read - and since
it wasn't cool for Troop to admit that to his male sports
buddies, he talked about books for hours at a time with
Claire.
D: Paolo and Francesca...
P: That's it ... Anyway, cutting to the chase, Claire goes
off to college, and during her freshman year she falls in
love and loses her virginity to an intense young Jewish
intellectual...
D: Oh, oh, shikse problem...
P: Yep - when mama gets wind of it she puts on the screws
and little Portnoy gets guilt-tripped into dumping
poor Claire - who is really heartbroken. This happens right
at the end of the school year. As a junior in high school,
Troop has going out with a disgusting little cheerleader,
the essence of perky inanity - who carefully doles out
occasional doses of bare tit, but won't let him in her
pants.
D: Or open his.
P: Certainly not that... Anyway, Troop and Claire are up at
the family farm in June, and the parents go back to the city
for the night, leaving them alone.
D: This cheerleader - what was her name? - did Troop bang
her later?
P: Peggy Fucking Denkweiler. Nope - he never got there. So
of course one of his favorite fantasies is recreating the
scenes that never happened, their wild high-school backseat
fucking sessions - you know, her little chubby feet drumming
on the steamed-up windows, her little blond cheerleader hair
all matted with sweat hanging across her forehead, her eyes
rolled back and her mouth wide open, her cute pleated little
cheerleader skirt up around her waist, her little flowered
yellow panties draped over the back of the front seat, and
him driving his great big cock into her wet pink little
cheerleader honeybox while she utters high-pitched
cheerleader cries ...
D: Oh Princess, you do have a way with words...
P: Hard yet?
D: Nice and hard - cheerleaders'll do it every time - and
here a couple of nights ago I was thinking I'd give up sex
for life...
P: My nipples are hard - I'm playing with them - lying on my
back - knees up and apart - sliding my hand down, oooh yes,
I've gotten nice and wet - must be imagining Troop's nice
big cock sliding into little Peggy's pussy -
D: So Claire and Troop -
P: Oh yes. Well, it's like the good old days, in a way, but
in a way not - she has this air of sadness. Also, this
glamor for him, his big sister away at college... Of course
he associates college with sex, though he doesn't yet
specifically know what she's been doing. And he has typical
raging teenage hormones - of course sublimated - so
romantic, his intellectual spiritual sister. Anyway with the
place to themselves, they make a cozy dinner - she actually
makes a salad and cooks something, and being a mature woman
now, she opens a bottle of their parents' wine. Pretty soon
over dinner and after a couple of glasses, she is pouring
out the story of her love and betrayal - even talks freely
about sex with Joel - the passion, how beautiful it was -
and how betrayed and empty she feels now. He tells her about
his romance with the cheerleader, and when she questions him
he tells her what they do and don't do, and horny and
frustrated he is. Then they come back to Claire and Joel,
and one more glass of wine pushes her over the edge and she
starts crying and can't stop. Troop comes over to her and
puts his arms around her and she hugs him back.
D: Oh this is sweet, and painful - Princess - I'm there, I'm
him - are you her?
P: Well you know we don't have a lot in common - but, yes,
there's some kind of sisterhood of the pains of adolescence
- yep, I can remember loving Mr. Herskog and I couldn't do
anything about it except talk endlessly to him, and gaze
deep into his eyes, and the pain of waiting for boys to call
and ask me out and they never would...
D: So - they kiss?
P: Yes - she is still crying and he is holding her - and she
turns her face toward him, and all of a sudden they are
kissing, and then with their mouths open. They lie down on
the couch, and when Troop's hard-on presses against her, she
doesn't pull away. Then she pushes him back, and sits up,
and he thinks she is going to call a halt - he desperately
wants to go on, but can't take the initiative with his big
sister. But she says - "you are so sweet, I want to give you
what your girlfriend won't let you have." And she unbuttons
her shirt and takes off her bra, and he strokes her breasts,
pulling the nipples gently toward him. She reaches down and
touches him between his legs, and shapes her hand to his
cock and strokes it.
D: Oh damn, this is hot - I'm such a sucker for innocent
young love.
P: Hey, and for brother sister sex! Well, there's nothing
dramatic about their lovemaking, except it is the first for
him. They finish undressing, and go to his bedroom. He
touches her pussy and tries to do what he's read about in
the books, and indeed he actually manages to find her clit,
get some moisture on his fingers and stroke it. But this
only lasts a short time - she lies back with her legs apart,
and gets him to kneel between them, and then takes him and
guides him into her. Aaah, it's heaven, and of course he
comes practically right away.
D: Hey, what about birth control?
P: She's still on the pill - she was taking it for Joel.
Anyway, they hug and kiss and cuddle afterwards, according
to Troop neither of them feeling guilty or ashamed. He gets
hard again, and they do it again, and he lasts longer, but
still she doesn't come by the time he does. They get up and
go back into the kitchen naked and get some pie and eat it
with some milk -
D: God, Norman Rockwell sex!
P: No kidding - anyway, they go back to bed, and the sturdy
young warrior gets hard yet again, and this time Claire gets
on top where she can control her own destiny - and he is so
proud and happy when she gets all red and goose-bumpy and
comes for him. They spend the night in bed together and make
love again in the morning. Well, that's it, no bells or
whistles.
D: And after the weekend?
P: Trooper mopes around for the first half of his senior
year in high school - writes her endless letters - doesn't
go out with girls. Then at a Christmas party he meets a girl
he likes and they start going out. They sleep together in
the Spring, and go out till they break up half way through
their first year in college. Claire doesn't get a new boy
friend during her sophomore year. She and Trooper don't make
love again, either, but they talk endlessly, and tell each
other all the details of their lives, their hopes, dreams,
and loves. Claire meets Jerry junior year - a conservative
religious boy, doesn't approve of sex before marriage.
Claire falls in love with him and pretends to be a virgin,
and they get married at the end of their senior year.
D: So how did she and Troop start sleeping together again?
P: Well that's after I enter the picture...
D: I think I would have guessed that.
P: Troop and I get together five years after Claire and
Jerry get married. Of course I'm telling Troop about me and
you - and Judy - the second time we sleep together - and he
tells me about Claire. I meet her, I like her - we have
quite a few girl-talks, get fairly intimate - you know how I
am, sweetie.
D: I do, indeed I do - but she doesn't know that you know.
P: No - Troop has sworn me to silence. I figure out Jerry is
a nice but limited man - he doesn't have the passion for
books that Troop and she have, and very limited in the sex
and romance department.
D: Geez, how does that come out?
P: Well, no juicy details, but I get the picture that they
don't make love that much, and when they do she doesn't get
much satisfaction from it. And she admits to having a former
love, someone Jerry doesn't know about, and she fantasizes
about him a lot. Well of course I tell Troop about this, and
it sets him off - he starts writing to her again, and they
get into this intense phone and letter thing, and I know he
is mooning about her. I dig it out of him in my little
way...
D: Oh God, poor Troop...
P: No, it was very pleasant for him - I got him to fantasize
openly about her, and fed his fantasies, and encouraged
them. I didn't put their relationship down at all - said it
was romantic, and it was, such a sweet thing. So I tell him
it would be good for him - and especially for poor Claire -
if they could make love again. Well, Dave, it was a pretty
easy sell to Troop - especially given the altruistic angle.
D: What about the logistics?
P: Yes, that was the hard part. I was making various plans -
then providence lent a hand, and their mom got cancer.
D: Well how considerate of her...
P: It WAS very said. But they ended up spending a lot of
time with her, and helping their father, who was a basket
case - so they were together alone a lot, in emotionally
charged circumstances.
D: So you didn't have to push them into bed.
P: Well, I didn't say that. They aren't sleeping together
while all this is going on, and Troop can't use the tragedy
to seduce his sister. So I have to take a hand. I go down
there with Troop one time, when Claire is also going to be
there, and I charge in and take over everything and tell
them they have been draining the life out of themselves at
the sickbed, and they have to get away for a day - their
mother and father both need them to be well and rested.
D: Ever the skilled advocate...
J: Actually, I'm a transactional lawyer, but I would be a
good advocate... So anyway I rent them a cabin in the
mountains for a night, with two bedrooms.
D: So you DID get them a fucking motel room...
P: Well, yes once, but of course I could only do it once
because that time they went off not PLANNING to sleep
together, at least Claire. But I had primed Troop to make
the right moves, not that he needed a lot of advice - what
he needed was approval and permission - and of course the
thing happened.
D: Details, details...
P: Do you think I would try to pry into the prurient
details... ?
D: Of course.
P: Well then would I violate the confidence of the marital
bed...?
D: Honey, let me tell you, I'm playing with my cock - it's
gotten very hard - and now I'm running my fingers lightly
back over my balls, feels very good...
P: How about further back?
D: The taint? - mmm... it's got a hard little knot in it...
P: Further...
D: Well that sounds interesting, and I might be persuaded to
do something there - and maybe even tell about it if I could
hear some details...
P: Well - it was a lot like the first time, and it set the
pattern for every time since. They always have something to
drink - she doesn't drink much otherwise - and they get
themselves into a situation where they are sitting next to
each other and talking intimately. She starts to cry. That
was certainly not hard to do when their mom was dying of
cancer. He comforts her. They kiss. The clothes get off, and
they get into bed, and do what they do.
D: And that's?
P: Well, you know Trooper. He is a very vigorous and
passionate lover...
D: That boy is SO butch...
P: So it seems when they have time and space and don't have
to rush, they have really nice sex. There are these special
connections - they are a brother and sister who grew up
together and spent a lot of time together and have a lot in
common - and she was his first lover, and he her second.
They do everything either of them wants to do, and they come
back with a big happy glow of satisfaction on their face -
thank god Jerry is as obtuse as he is, because it's hard not
to see what's up. Every time together for them is a
honeymoon, a special time, and I don't believe they have
ever had less than wonderful sex together.
D: Princess?
P: Yeah, Dave?
D: You are a big romantic pushover, and I love you.
P: You are a sweetheart yourself.
D: I'm feeling real good, but I don't think I'm going to go
all the way with the phone sex tonight ... does that leave
you out there high and dry?
P: No it's absolutely OK sweetie - this has been great - I
feel real close to you. Give Judy a kiss for me...
D: Night, love.
P: Night.
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PRINCESS'S COURT, CHAPTER 5
"Claire"
by Plainman
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