A Space of her Own. Sexuality, Silence, and Negotiating Spaces in Homer’s Odyssey and Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale

I wasn't sure exactly what they were doing back there, but Marianne was staring entranced past my shoulder and a deep flush was creeping down her torso – partly lingering shyness and her own lively imagination working on what she was watching, but mostly her own sexual arousal, the flames being fanned in her by whatever activity my sister and her date were engaged in. I hooked a thumb over my shoulder and raised a questioning eyebrow. Marianne scrambled off my lap, tits bouncing, and climbed over the seat into the back, being careful not to step on anyone. She sat waiting with her legs crossed as I followed her. Bill and Alex were in a '69' position with her on the bottom. My sister had her mini up around her waist, and her panties, if she had worn any, were not to be seen. Her face was framed by his pubic hair and she obviously had his entire cock in her mouth. Bill's head was buried between Alex's widespread thighs and he was industriously pushing his tongue up her cunt. They were oblivious to us and everything else except themselves ...»